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turpsMy family will kill me off one day. Man, they make my head hurt, which isn't surprising as I've been thinking and talking about things for the last 5 hours with no real end in sight. All we can do now is wait and see what the other side thinks. (because of course, the two main people in this hate the sight of one another and can't be in the same room without fighting ) If she agrees great, and things will be sorted in days, but I know it's not going to be that easy.
Anyhow. Getting my mind off all things grandad and money related. I've gacked a meme from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
without_me because memes are good distractions.
The first 10 people to comment on this post get to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly, because yes) from you. In return, each commenter posts this in her/his journal and also writes a drabble for you. (This is optional; you don't HAVE to do it in return, but it would be pretty spiffy if you did.) Post all fandoms you're willing to write for.
The drabble request can specify a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything, unless the author has previously mentioned that s/he will not write it.
I'll write for The Sentinel, Mutant X and Popslash. Chucklecest too and will do them in the morning, that is if anyone plays with me.
Anyhow. Getting my mind off all things grandad and money related. I've gacked a meme from
without_me because memes are good distractions.The first 10 people to comment on this post get to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly, because yes) from you. In return, each commenter posts this in her/his journal and also writes a drabble for you. (This is optional; you don't HAVE to do it in return, but it would be pretty spiffy if you did.) Post all fandoms you're willing to write for.
The drabble request can specify a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything, unless the author has previously mentioned that s/he will not write it.
I'll write for The Sentinel, Mutant X and Popslash. Chucklecest too and will do them in the morning, that is if anyone plays with me.
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Date: 2006-04-12 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-12 11:46 pm (UTC)~*~*~*~
It’s not romantic at all.
It’s hot and nasty, fighting for dominance, bites and nips as they tumble onto the bed. Clothes torn and insults flying as a glass shatters against the floor. As the telephone is upended, creating a constant background burr as JC’s sinks his teeth into Chris’ neck, as Chris rakes his nails across skin.
They pant and snarl, bruising kisses and untamed touches.
It looks like hate, but isn’t at all. Instead each scratch, each bruise spells out I love you Words never spoken but still known as they finally sleep in each other’s arms.
Or the real one.
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The bike gleams in the low light, scarlet flames climbing over shining chrome, the purr of a perfectly tuned engine cutting through the air. Chris looks toward the house, clunky silver-toed boots planted firmly on the floor, the bike held steady between his thighs.
He waits, impatience obvious as he drums black-gloved fingers against silver handle-bars, then that impatience is swept away by a smile. Eyes alight as he shuffles forward, allowing Loca room, her body pressed close as she rides pillion, warm against his back as they prepare to drive. Take off into the night and leave reality behind.
That better? ;)
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Date: 2006-04-13 12:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-04-13 12:31 am (UTC)http://youtube.com/watch?v=h_Z3ntLcUBE
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Date: 2006-04-13 02:17 am (UTC)I didn't know which icon to post with!!
OMG you DO know!!! love you!
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Date: 2006-04-12 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-12 11:22 pm (UTC)And I'll drabble for you, but not post, if that's ok.
Family. *pets*
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Date: 2006-04-13 11:47 am (UTC)Hope this suits.
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Lance sits in the huge tub. Water laps at his chest and his knees surface like two pale islands in a sea of bubbles. His hair is damp, sleek against his head, his cheeks flushed with heat. He leans forward, wings flared up and out, shining feathers reflecting the light.
Lance sighs and closes his eyes as Chris delves for a sponge, running it over the feathers, carefully ensuring each one is clean.
Sensing Chris’ attention is focussed only on Lance, JC steps away from the door. Wanting badly to go inside, but still unsure of his place or welcome.
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Date: 2006-04-13 12:21 am (UTC)~*~*~*~
Lance loved them all.
He loved when Chris lay on their bed, arms and legs outstretched, whimpers muffled into a pillow, feathers escaping through a horn shaped hole.
He loved when Joey knelt naked. His hair crimson against the pale skin of Lance’s parted thighs. His tail wrapped around Lance’s ankle, anchoring him to the ground.
He loved when JC basked. Scales shining and eyes closed as he stretched in the sun. The curve of his back addictive to all watching eyes.
He loved when Justin stood in his arms. Tension banished with careful stubby-horned massage and a beaming smile.
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Date: 2006-04-13 03:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-04-12 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-13 05:00 pm (UTC)~*~*~*~
Lance is stretched in the middle of their specially made bed for three. His hands white gripped around the headboard, mental curves digging into his palms.
JC looks back over his shoulder, curls wild and lips damp, his hands resting over the curve of Lance’s hip. The touch soft in contrast to the rasp of stubble as Chris nibbles a trail, grinning against sensitive skin as he makes Lance squirm.
It’s impossible to remain still, and Lance doesn’t even try. Lost under the touch of those he loves the most, always knowing they’ll catch him when he finally falls apart.
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Date: 2006-04-13 05:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-04-13 12:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-13 12:24 pm (UTC)Guess I'd better write it ;)
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Date: 2006-04-13 12:42 am (UTC)Um, the actual point of this was to say that I hope everything is sorted out very soon, family-wise. *hugs*
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Date: 2006-04-13 09:31 am (UTC)Thanks, honey. I hope it's sorted too, you wouldn't think these people were adults the way they're carrying on.
*hugs back*
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Date: 2006-04-13 09:29 am (UTC)I hope this works for you.
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Chris lies huddled in the pile of ratty blankets. It’s bitterly cold and his breath mists in the air as he shivers, trying to push away the unwanted memories that grow stronger through the bitter grip of night.
“Chris?”
JC’s a blurred shape in the dark, movement under material as he wiggles close.
“Try to sleep.”
His voice is rough, a whisper of warmth against frozen skin as he takes Chris’ hands, wrapping them in his own.
“I’ll try,” Chris says, and he gently runs his thumb over JC’s hand, clinging to that comfort until finally he can fall asleep.
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Date: 2006-04-13 06:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-13 09:54 am (UTC)I hope this fits.
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They’re amped on adrenalin, clothes soaked through as they run from the stage, skin tingling from thousands of screams. Grins and laughter as they sprint headlong, towels draped over their shoulders, scrambling onto the bus where the clutch at each other and giggle, riding the post show high.
The bus pulls away, vibrating under their feet as they kiss; licking at sweat warm skin, outfits pulled off and dropped to the floor. They fold down, Justin’ back against a rainbow of clothes, JC above him, hours of belonging to others stripped away, as they focus on one another once more.
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