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turpsI 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 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 atinterlock 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 wonderfulbachelor_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.
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.
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:43 am (UTC)If not, sorry.
*****
JC was bitten a week ago now. Sitting on the couch he bends and pulls up his pants, fingers pressing against puffy green tinged skin. Streaks radiate around his calf now, red against the green and he traces them gently, estimating how far they’ve spread over night.
His skin is hot to the touch, pulsing in time with his heart and he knows it won’t be long. If he was strong he’d end it soon, swallow handfuls of tablets until he drifts away. JC knows there’s some in Joey’s room but he won’t go in. He’s seen Joey and his girls once and knows he’ll never forget the sight of their tightly gripped hands and the empty pill bottles littering the floor. The same way he won’t forget Chris’ blood soaked body, handgun held in one lax hand.
Memories slam into JC but he doesn’t cry. His tears dried up days ago as he held Chris around the waist, refusing to let him go as Justin snapped and ran at the armed guards. Even now JC doesn’t know what’s worse, the sound of Justin’s screams as he was hit multiple times, body jerking in one last obscene dance or Chris’ whispered no as he sank to his knees.
That was two days ago and JC’s almost alone, trapped in a gilded cage with the bodies of his closest friends and a body that turns against him a little more each day.
He should do the right thing and end it now.
But he doesn’t want to die. Not when there’s hope and Lance locks himself in the studio, phoning people for answers that are bound to arrive. All JC has to do is hold on, he can do that, he’s strong. Isn’t he?
As Lance runs into the room, smiling and yelling about a cure, JC pounces. It seems he’s not that strong after all.
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:57 am (UTC)goosebumps
I like you.
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Date: 2004-10-13 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 06:11 am (UTC)Well I got JC right at least ;)
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Date: 2004-10-13 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 06:44 am (UTC)Nsync zombies! It has to be good ;)
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Date: 2004-10-13 07:11 am (UTC)*ahem*
[am being needy - notice my ficlet! ;p]
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Date: 2004-10-13 12:19 pm (UTC)There's a reason I love your comments so much :D