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[turps]

I would tell you how my routine's been disrupted all day but it would be both mean and bitchy to do so. Therefore I'll say nothing about having to drop everything about a million times today, including my F5. As I'm online in about five minute bursts right now I thought I'd take the drabble meme that forceofisis and llumi did and squish them together. So you can either write me something ( 100 to 500 words ) about one of your own user icons and I'll do the same in return. Drabble duelling, it has to be good *g* Or comment with one of your own icons and I'll write something based on it. Only fandoms I know though, no sneaking in SV or something ;)

I know it seems insane when I've a story to write but until James and Corey go on their ghost walk later I have no chance of writing anything for the F5 so short and snappy it is.

In other news. It's Kayleigh's birthday today. She's 19 which makes me feel old as the hills. My baby sister isn't supposed to be that old *g* So yes, happy birthday to Kay, she may infuriate me at times but I love her to bits.

I saw this at interlock LJ and am passing it on.

gayphoenixkc is starting a community for men who write male/male focused fiction - any media fandom, RPS, or originals - if that's you, please go take a look.
Info can be found in this post or go straight to the User Info

Even if it's not, please pass the word if you have readers you think may be interested.

Last thing but the most important. Happy birthday to the wonderful bachelor_girl. She wasn't the person who pimped me here but she's the one that made me stay. I hope you have a fantastic day, honey. *Throws sparkly confetti*

I forgot to say. To start you off have something I did for Jessa this morning.



This wasn't how it was supposed to go, Justin thought wildly. Hand braced against the wall he lets his forehead rest against cool plaster and squeezes shut his eyes, trying to calm his frantically beating heart.

It’s silent in the other room, but it’s far from a comfortable silence. Instead it seems to seep through the doorway, poisoning the air and making Justin shiver as he realises just what he’s done.

It was supposed to be fun; taking what he needed from the people he loved. Warm bodies on cold nights, great sex and whispered conversations in the dark. Comfort wrapped in friendship, no strings, no ties, no complications.

He wasn’t supposed to fall in love.

They weren’t supposed to love back.

It wasn’t supposed to go like that, but it had, and for the last year Justin shared himself between two men he loved with all his heart. JC didn’t know he slept with Chris. Chris didn’t know he slept with JC. It was the way it had to be.

Justin never thought it would go wrong. Why should it? He was Justin Timberlake and everything he touched was gold.

“I’m going.”

Justin opens his eyes, straightens, forces himself to stay upright when JC speaks. He takes a step forward and holds out his hand but knows it’s useless even before JC shakes his head, walking out without a backwards glance.

Numb, Justin watches the door slam then slowly walks to the living room. Chris hasn’t left; he can save something from this. He has to, he can’t lose them both.

But he has, knows it as soon as he sees Chris standing waiting, eyes blazing and mouth nothing but a thin line.

“I loved you.”

It’s all Chris says, and he walks away, leaving Justin alone.

Comments

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I felt sorry for Justin too :(

I loved your ficlet! I never imagined doing a pure foot fetish thing and you did it so well.

Of course now I'm stuck with how to reply *g*

*****

Lance is used to wearing clothes that don’t quite fit. He’s been photographed in shirts pulled tight by pegs, hats stuffed with pantyhose and shoes that slip loosely on his feet. It’s inevitable the amount of shoots they do, where the clothes are picked in advance and they’ve learned to make do.

Today he has pants at least two inches too long, obviously chosen to fit people with legs much longer than his own. He sighs as he pulls them on, resigned that he’s never going to fit the ideal. Too short, too stocky, too everything, and pulls at the fabric that trails on the floor.

He feels better when he looks up and sees Chris pulling at his own pants, scowling down at his covered feet before looking up and flashing Lance a resigned grin. Lance can’t help smiling back and hitches up his pants with both hands before heading toward the cameras, bare feet slapping against the cold floor.

Later, as the photographer circles and praises, exclaiming over trailing fabric and hidden toes, Lance exchanges smiles with Chris. Sometimes it’s better not to be ideal after all.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bettina_/]

Thanks, glad you liked it. And your ficlet, so good and I love it :-). Hee! Thank you :-).

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it.

Thank you for playing :D

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

ok, so the pure foot fetish one? completely squicked me. I have issues.

Yours? I adore. Because I have other issues. xx

Going to see what I can do for you now ;)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Yeah, feet aren't my favourite thing either but I was very impressed with how Bettina used the icon.

Thank you, it does sort of fit your issues.

YAY! I can't wait.