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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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Re: this was a mean icon to pick - sorry!
Date: 2004-10-13 01:10 pm (UTC)Okay, mine's a bit different. Do I need to warn for sap and character death?
*****
There wasn’t a chance to fight back. Not that they hadn’t tried, hitting out with fists and feet, clawing at skin and eyes, knowing instinctively they were fighting for their lives. It was all in vain and soon they lay on the floor, thin cord tied tight around bare flesh.
Justin lies with his face pressed against soft carpet, listening to the blood bubble and pop in his nose as he tries to breathe. He can see splotches of blood, red against cream and uses every technique he knows to ward off panic, tensing when one of the men stands over him, black sneakered feet either side of Justin’s head.
The man says nothing, just stands silent, obviously revelling in the power he has over them all. Then leaves, leaving Justin shaking and afraid.
“J. Justin look at me.” Joey whispers the words and Justin turns his head, smearing blood across his cheek. Joey doesn’t say anything else, just looks at Justin letting his expression says it all.
“Guys. I just want to say…”
“Shut up, Bass,” Chris interrupts and he glares at Lance, anger radiating from him in waves. “Don’t say stuff like that. We’ll get out of this.” But he’s lying, Justin knows it, they all know it. Chris is angry but not at Lance, he’s angry at the world and the men who rummage in canvas bags, guns held casually in their hands.
“I love you, love you all,” Lance says and he stares until Chris is forced to look his way. “I don’t want this to end without you knowing that.”
“I know,” Chris says quietly and they see the exact moment when the anger drains away, leaving him exposed and raw as he looks at them all. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Justin agrees, he wouldn’t change a thing either, good times or bad, and he looks into his friends eyes, his lovers eyes, seeing the love that words could never convey.
None of them cry when Chris is hauled to his feet. They’re too good for that, emotions locked away from anyone on the outside. When it’s finally Justin’s turn he walks with dignity, head held high as he’s shoved into place, the last man, joining the circle again.
As the chair’s kicked away he hears singing and soon joins in, four becoming five as they walk away. Facing the future together, as it always should be.
Re: this was a mean icon to pick - sorry!
Date: 2004-10-14 08:47 am (UTC)*sniff*
I should totaly have given you something fluffy. Or wings. Or something
Re: this was a mean icon to pick - sorry!
Date: 2004-10-14 09:25 am (UTC)Wingfic would be fun thinking about it. I wonder if I have time to squeeze out a halloween story after the F5 *ponders*