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turpsI've just seen the title meme is going around, and as I'm stuck creatively just now -- stupid tentacles -- come play with me.
The "Fics That Never Happened" Meme
Comment with the title of a story I haven't written, and I'll respond with details of that story.
i.e.
You: Maps of Ink
Me: Justin Timberlake attempts to conceal his private life, but his body gives it all away. One night in a hole-in-a-wall bar, he sits at a corner table, a row of empty glasses lined in front of him, an almost empty bottle close at hand as he points out his various tattoos, slurring their stories to the barmaid who pretends to listens as he throws money her way.
Give me a pairing too, or they'll all be trickc. I'm just saying.
The "Fics That Never Happened" Meme
Comment with the title of a story I haven't written, and I'll respond with details of that story.
i.e.
You: Maps of Ink
Me: Justin Timberlake attempts to conceal his private life, but his body gives it all away. One night in a hole-in-a-wall bar, he sits at a corner table, a row of empty glasses lined in front of him, an almost empty bottle close at hand as he points out his various tattoos, slurring their stories to the barmaid who pretends to listens as he throws money her way.
Give me a pairing too, or they'll all be trickc. I'm just saying.
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Date: 2007-03-21 04:09 pm (UTC)Cancel the Mail:Lambs
Letters to a Saturday Evening: trickyfish
I Blame The Hippo: Timbertrick
A Typical Transition: Bassez
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Date: 2007-03-21 04:55 pm (UTC)Okay.
Cancel the Mail
This is an au set in a mall.
Justin Timberlake works in a motor accessories shop. He's pretty much the shop junior, he gets to open at 6 each morning and has to do the donkey work all day. Sorting car parts, shelving leather steering wheel covers and gadgets that make no sense at all, but still he wants them. Not that he ever will, his car barely runs, never mind needs thousands of dollars worth of sound system. Justin thinks he's lucky when he can get one radio station to tune in.
Lance Bass is Justin's boyfriend. They've been living together for three months and two days. Lance knows because Justin cooked for their anniversary. A frozen pizza and cans of soda poured into plastic cups. There was a flower in a washed out bottle too. One that obviously came from the park, but Lance enjoyed the gesture.
Lance works as a cleaner in the mall. He sweeps all day, and walks past Justin's shop every thirty minutes. Justin is always looking for him, waving as Lance walks by.
One day Lance is scraping gum off the floor when he sees a lottery ticket tucked against the wall. He picks it up and sees it's for tonight's draw. He thinks about handing it in, but some ass dumps a full soda cup into the trash can next to him. By the time he's got the soda off the floor and out of his hair he's forgotten about the ticket that he shoved into his pocket.
They find it the next day. It's just past five and Lance's eyes are gummed up as he staggers for a cold shower. Pulling on his pants he shoves his cool hands into his pockets. Touching paper, he pulls out the ticket, curious, he slips out of the apartment and checks the numbers against next doors newspaper.
The ticket is a winner. A big winner.
Justin wakes to Lance bouncing on the bed, screaming, cancel the mail, we're going away!
Letters to a Saturday Evening: trickyfish
Lance has been dating Chris for almost a year. They're at the height of their fame, desired by thousands, more money than they know what to do with, but there's something missing. It's not that he doesn't love Chris, he does, and he knows Chris loves him, but it doesn't seem to be going anywhere long term. Lance needs more, and he feels like a girl, like Justin but it's still true.
One Saturday night, after a show, he phones his grandma, because sometimes he just needs someone that loves him unconditionally and doesn't give a damn about the trappings and complexities of fame. They talk, and Lance tells her how he feels. Mostly, he doesn't mention names even though she knows, because his grandma is one smart lady, but still, gay sex and his grandma. Lance isn't going there.
She listens, and Lance sits on his bed, waiting as she hums softly as she thinks. Eventually she advises him to pour out his feelings in a letter, he doesn't even need to send it, but getting the words out will help. Lance isn't so sure, but he thanks her anyway.
Hours later and Chris is asleep next to him. Lance feels all scrunched inside, how can he love Chris so much and still need more? He grabs for a pen and paper, and just writes, about how he feels and how he's loved Chris for ever but he's got these doubts and is this going anywhere? He does feel better when he's done, but he's never going to send it. There's a limit to how much embarrassment he'll put himself through.
Exhausted, he plans to rip up the letter the next day, he shoves it under the mattress slipping into sleep. When he remembers the next day he discovers the letter is gone. Lance can't believe he's been so stupid, it's bound to end up in some gossip mag, and he spends the next week scouring the internet, feeling sick all the while.
It's a week later, and he's escaping to his hotel room, nauseous and tired, standing at the window as the sun sets on another day. When he turns he sees the letter, but there's more papers attached. Pages scrawled in Chris' handwriting, and Lance's heart is thudding as he reads.
The letter drops, pages scattering as Chris steps inside, pulling Lance into a hug while telling him what an idiot he is, and of course he loves him and of course he's going to stay.
Going to do the next two now :)
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Date: 2007-03-21 05:20 pm (UTC)The thing is, it's totally the hippo's fault.
Justin hasn't seen Chris in like, forever. So they meet up, drinks and talking crap and just being together. Justin's missed this, being alone and able to slob around, never worrying what to say.
They're watching tv when Chris flicks to some nature channel. Justin tries to get him to change it, but Chris is being an ass, hiding the control deep behind the cushions. So they're stuck watching these hippos, and dude, hippos, not interesting at all. Then they start mating, and that's just wrong. Justin gets Lou flashbacks, and just, no! And Chris is laughing, cackling about virgin Timberlake eyes, and really, that pisses Justin off because he's not a virgin. Hasn't been forever.
So, he pounces for the control, but Chris is in the way and they end up rolling onto the floor and those damn hippos are still going at it, and Chris is just there, not hippo like at all, but still, hot and he's got these thick thighs that Justin can't help rubbing against and hands that press against Justin's back and he's saying dirty things in Justin's ear and then they're having sex, and it's all the hippos fault!
A Typical Transition:
JC hadn't expected it to be so difficult. He loved to sing, and had always thought he'd be happy singing anywhere with anyone. Thing is, he was wrong. Sure, it's great being on stage, seeing the audience held in his spell, captivated by his words, but it's still weird.
When he's honest with himself he knows he misses the others. You can't wipe away years of having four people at his side, he keeps turning expecting to see Justin grinning, or Chris pulling faces, but they never are.
JC misses them. A lot.
Then he's singing one night, and the crowd are his. He turns, wanting to find a dancer, someone from the crew, anyone that can share his pride.
He sees Lance is standing in the wings. Grin wide, thumb up, because he knows. He knows how much this means to JC. How much he's gone through to get there.
JC performs like crazy that night, and when he's done, runs to Lance, holding on and never wanting to let go.
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Date: 2007-03-21 05:55 pm (UTC)I love you so very much. Ahaha!
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Date: 2007-03-21 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-21 10:38 pm (UTC)Soul. Mates.
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Date: 2007-03-22 12:37 pm (UTC)(Never has my default icon felt so appropriate.)
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Date: 2007-03-21 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-22 12:30 pm (UTC)The hippo title still makes me laugh thinking about it *g*
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Date: 2007-03-22 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-22 12:30 pm (UTC)Thanks, Jo!
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Date: 2007-03-21 11:16 pm (UTC)BWAHAHAHAHA! I love you.
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Date: 2007-03-21 06:55 pm (UTC)The Wine in the Glass
Howie's taking a last walk through of his house, checking for stragglers and herding alcohol dumb guests toward guest rooms and beds. It's late, more morning than night and Howie's sleepy, yawning wide as he walks.
He finds JC on the balcony, curled in one of the chairs, leg bent, heel caught against the metal seat, chin resting on his knee as he looks out to sea. The breeze ruffles through his curls, moving shadows in the moonlight and Howie takes a moment to just look.
JC looks up then, head tipped back as he glances at Howie and says 'join me' Howie does, stepping from the warmth of his house, into the night time air. It tastes of salt, the ocean and seaweed, scents Howie loves as he sits. He shivers, the cold of the metal seeping through his pants.
They say nothing, the silence easy, then JC reaches out, picking up the wine glass resting on the wall. He rolls the stem between his fingers, slowly, deliberate, then takes a drink.
'You want to share?'
He holds the glass toward Howie, curls across his face, his eyes shining in the low light, and Howie knows this isn't only about wine at all.
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Date: 2007-03-21 07:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-22 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-21 05:01 pm (UTC)Side Saddle Saloon.
Once Upon a VW Bug
Movin' On.
Cheese Puffs and Chess.
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Date: 2007-03-21 06:01 pm (UTC)me o.k I read that story that you guys wrote at camp sparkle.. and I got fixated on that little part where Chris sends howie a lava lamp...
so the title is here:
"Howie's new prop"
you go ;)
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Date: 2007-03-21 06:16 pm (UTC)Dark Phoenix Trilogy (pairing JoLa)
Happy Feet (pairing JoeC)
Throw Momma From the Train (Nick/Chris)
Angel Souls & Devil Hearts (Timbertrick)
Maybe It Was Memphis (Timbertone)
Insider's Guide to Buying Direct (TrickC)
Follow That Food (Bassez)
To Catch a Theif (Trickyfish)
Success Hasn't Spoiled Me Yet (JC/Nick)
Eldest (Chris/Kevin)
(I reserve the right to reuse these titles again -- lol)
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Date: 2007-03-21 08:35 pm (UTC)um. Vertigo.
So Much Fun! :D
Date: 2007-03-21 09:20 pm (UTC)(Rockstar) Glitter Boy: To feed your TrickC love. :D
Don't Bullshit Me: Bassez, mention of Lance/Reichen
Fingertips on The Black Heart: Justin, Britney, K-Fed (because I'm nuts and AUs are fun)
If You Were Gay (and Unmarried) and I Were Straight... (There wouldn't Be Any Problems and Unresolved Sexual Tension): JoLa (because YES) mention of Joe/Kelly :P
If I Had To Choose One of The Guys, I Wouldn't Sleep With...: GSF
Sidekicks Are Us: Trace/Aaron (^___^)
The Fans Are Important: Timbertrick;Present Day. :D
Natsy Girl: Nick/Paris, AJ/Kaci B., Nick/AJ(main pairing)
OKay. I'm sorry. I'm done. *whistles*
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Date: 2007-03-21 10:05 pm (UTC)Amanda Huggenkitch: TrickC
Inordinately Pissed: Torchwood (Jack/Ianto)
Kitch: JC/Justin
Enjoy your sandwitch: your pairing.
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Date: 2007-03-22 02:58 am (UTC)Donde quieras yo ire - Howie/Chris.
Inside your mind - Kevin/Chris
So two ex-boyband members enter into a bar - Kevin/Chris
and... >:)
How *N Sync didn't got back together (but Joey and Chris did) - Choey
Why Joey never buys presents for Chris - Choey
Swinging on a Star - Choey
Have fun ;)
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Date: 2007-03-22 03:18 am (UTC)Cracks in the Pavement
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Date: 2007-03-22 03:28 am (UTC)and since everyone is requesting a few I've got a few more.
Story of a push up bra (Chris/Joey)
Circles in the sand (Lance/Chris)
It's a crisis of dire consequences (Chris/Justin)
There, that's all the Chris pairings I like.
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Date: 2007-03-23 04:54 pm (UTC)Story of a push up bra
They'd been together forever and Chris thought he knew everything about Joey, except one night he wakes up alone, and as the bed is cold, Chris realises that Joey's been gone a while. Grumbling, Chris gets up, pulling on a pair of shorts, and wanders downstairs. He can hear the tv and stands in the living room doorway, watching Joey watch porn. Except it's not the stuff they usually watch. It's boys dressed as girls and Joey's into it, really into it.
He turns when Chris coughs, looking embarrassed when he sees Chris standing watching. I didn't know you were into that, Chris says, and Joey blushes and looks away, and says, sometimes.
Which is why Chris is here now. Squirming as Joey carefully fastens a bra around his chest. It itches and the underwire stick into him, but Joey loves it, Chris can tell by the way he smoothes his fingers over the lace, the way he hooks his finger into the elastic of the matching panties, pulling Chris close, saying how much he loves him all the time.
Circles in the sand
Lance didn't want to break up, it's just Chris wants more than he can give. Lance wants to have fun, he's not ready to settle down. Not yet. The problem is, he's not ready to give Chris up yet either. It's selfish, Lance knows that. All he has to do is snap his fingers and Chris will come back. They re establish old patterns, going out, great sex, friendship and love and Lance doesn't know why he doesn't want this.
Then he gets itchy feet, and pushes Chris away once again. It's circles in the sand, going round and round, the marks hidden and exposed time and time again.
Lance wants to stop, but he can't.
It's a crisis of dire consequences
The call comes at 6am. Lynn saying that Justin needs him, needs a friend. Chris lets the machine pick up. He lies in bed, listening to Lynn beg, that Justin needs him there. Chris doesn't move, because Justin doesn't need him at all. Because if Chris goes, if he shows that he'll come running each time Justin tries. Well, he'll do it again. It's inevitable.
It's harsh, but sometimes the only way to show you love someone is to keep away.
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Date: 2007-03-23 05:53 pm (UTC)And I can't pick a fave out of any of them. I'm in TrickC mode currently, but TrickyFish! Oh how I love the TrickyFish.
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Date: 2007-03-22 12:42 pm (UTC)Cracks in a Pavement
Chris has spent forever working for what he wanted. He's got money, fame, success, but none of that matters. Not really.
Problem is, they're all pretty trappings, glossy nothings papered over a scarred inside. Usually he keeps those scars hidden, plastering on more artificial happiness, more shiny paper, each one suffocating him more.
It's half three in the morning and he's wandering outside. He's not even drunk, he wishes he could be, at least alcohol helps him to breathe. Instead he's walking endless circles, needing sleep but knowing it's far away. Finally he sits, sliding to the pavement, palm pressed over a jagged crack. He stares at it, the way it breaks smooth perfection and jumps when JC's suddenly by his side.
JC says nothing. Just put an arm around Chris' shoulder, rests their heads together and holds on. Not letting go as the sun slowly climbs into the sky.
~*~*~*~
Doing the others now.
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Date: 2007-03-23 04:55 pm (UTC)