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seiyaharris and bubbleforest do this and while I know I'm setting myself up for utter pain it seems fun.
Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return, I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.
Replies will come after remix is done, or when I'm frustrated due to writing myself into a corner.
Have at it, but I'll remember who makes me cry or recoil in horror with their request ;)
seiyaharris and bubbleforest do this and while I know I'm setting myself up for utter pain it seems fun.Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return, I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.
Replies will come after remix is done, or when I'm frustrated due to writing myself into a corner.
Have at it, but I'll remember who makes me cry or recoil in horror with their request ;)
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Date: 2007-05-01 11:14 am (UTC)Ohh!
the one where Lance and JC are working their way through a sex manual, written in lingering sexy detail
the one where Howie is topping Kevin, in lingering sexy detail
the one where Brian and Leigh are experimenting with sounding, written - you guessed it - in lingering sexy detail.
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Date: 2007-05-01 11:31 am (UTC)..... it's really *really* hard to come up with things that you won't write.
Are you trying to insinuate something? ;)
But man, the pairings don't freak me at all. The lingering sexy detail however. But, you've got it.
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Date: 2007-05-01 04:13 pm (UTC)Oh, honey, you've SO asked for it...
..remember, I do this with love (and malicious delight, but still, love. The malice isn't personal, you know.)
1) The complete prequel and sequel to Boxes! okay, i lie. i believe you may well do one or even both of those- -at some point. i'm just using the meme as an excuse to get you to do it, or perhaps offer another scene from either to tantalize us with. If that's cheating, pretend i asked for massive, shmoopy, almost-plotted, COMPLETELY detailed GSF with added Jesse, Wade, Kevin, Nick, and Trace. ew.
2) The h/c angsty-schmoop Bassenbaum Epic where the guys disown Lance when they learn Jesse is his boyfriend, so Lance quits *NSYNC and starts managing models instead of musicians, which he turns out to be FAR more successful at, becoming a bigger household name than even Justin and never sees the guys again until years later when they realize how wrong they were and have a humongous, loving reunion and comeback tour. *nods*
3) Superhero/adventure TrickC, with the rest of the guys too. you know, like I was supposedly getting for MY BIRTHDAY last year!? feel free to prove the meme wrong, or me wrong, whatever, and write that one in full. or any of them; I'll happily be wrong (for once ;D) in that case. *g*
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Date: 2007-05-01 06:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 06:26 pm (UTC)ahem
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Date: 2007-05-01 05:23 pm (UTC)...
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Date: 2007-05-01 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-01 06:29 pm (UTC):-D! what? there's no sex! lol
also, in case you missed it above...
BOXES!!
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Date: 2007-05-01 08:43 pm (UTC)I think you've hit on a story that I'd never ever even consider writing.
I saw! *g*
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Date: 2007-05-01 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 09:31 pm (UTC)~~~~~~~
An extract from Cookery School Blues. Where JC runs his own cooking school, specialising in elaborate cakes.
He becomes friends with one of his pupils, Chris, and they spend hours together, chatting and talking as they clean the kitchens and eat cake.
Sadly, despite falling for Chris, JC knows it won't go anywhere, because he knows what he physically likes in a man, and Chris doesn't have that at all.
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“Now fold the egg whites into the chocolate mixture. Nice even movements or you’ll lose the air.”
JC looks around his class, checking out each little workstation, making sure the students are doing as they’re told. His gaze scans over Britney, who’s clacking gum as she folds, Justin who’s frowning at his bowl, a smear of chocolate on his nose, and Chris who’s…. JC sighs and heads toward Chris’ workstation.
“You need to fold it in, Chris. Not beat it. Slow even movements.” Taking Chris’ hand, he demonstrates how to fold, his fingers wrapped around Chris’, the spatula dipping into the mixture, retaining what little air remains.
They work in companionable silence, then Chris is turning, looking up at JC. “I was thinking, after class. Do you want to go for a drink? My treat.”
JC releases Chris’ hand and spoons in more egg whites, concentrating on the merge of chocolate and egg. He doesn’t look at Chris, because he knows what he’ll see. Braided hair tied into ridiculous styles, shining silver braces that should only be seen on a child.
"Sorry, I'm busy later."
It's a familiar lie, and JC can't help feeling guilty as Chris' shoulders momentarily slump before he recovers with a bright smile. His braces glinting, making JC shiver as he turns away.
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Date: 2007-05-01 09:37 pm (UTC)Mwah!
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Date: 2007-05-01 09:56 pm (UTC)But you know, what happens in this fic is JC goes out with his perfect man, and they have a horrible date. They've got nothing to talk about, and sure, he's pretty but man, what an idiot. He doesn't even know what saute means!
So, JC goes back to his little cookery school and loses himself in baking a cake, because that's what he does. Of course Chris is there, working late on some assignment and he sees JC in the classroom and goes in to ask what's up.
They talk and JC admits what a horrible evening it was, and he's horny and Chris is there, which is why he kisses him.
It's not a good kiss, the braces feel weird and Chris' braids keep whapping JC's cheek, but still, it's better than nothing and Chris is making these noises, until he pulls back and tells JC to come back to him when he's not horny and can kiss with his eyes open.
Next day JC feels embarrassed and Chris gives him the cold shoulder for a while but they make up and eventually are back to what they do best. Being friends and JC teaches Chris all his favourite recipes and soon it's the end of term and Chris will be graduating.
This makes JC sad. Very sad and he aches thinking about not seeing him again, and now he's used to the braces and the hair, well not the bunches, but he's getting there.
Then on the graduation night, JC hands out the certificates and after, when he's shutting up the school he finds Chris waiting, and he's suddenly hit with the realisation that he really doesn't want to let him go.
He kisses him, and this time his eyes are open, and Chris tastes like chocolate and champagne and it's the most magical feeling ever.
They fall in love and live happily ever after.
With lots of sex. And kissing. And JC kinda likes the braids and braces thing now.
Okay, done now *g*
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Date: 2007-05-01 10:02 pm (UTC)I knew you would't be able to leave it the way you had it. 0:-)
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Date: 2007-05-01 10:23 pm (UTC)So very predictable *g*
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Date: 2007-05-01 11:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 06:29 pm (UTC)Chris and Eminem starts a new career together as home stylists! (Yes, I know it's just a variant of one I suggested to
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Date: 2007-05-02 12:43 pm (UTC)Oh, dude. I just had a thought. Did you mean like styling homes? I thought you meant as home hairdressers, which is what I did. Ooops.
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The walls are red, the floor a glossy black wood. Sitting forward in his chair – because there’s something sticking in his spine, and who the hell designs a chair with a knob at back level anyway? – Chris sips at his tea.
His attention is caught between Marshall, who’s carefully cutting Miss Whiplash’s hair, and the things that hang from shiny silver hooks. Long snaking leather whips and restraints, dull metal chains that coil on the floor.
He’s caught between intrigue and outright fear, sharing a wide-eyed look when Marshall peers at him over their client’s latex covered shoulder.
“I can show you later, I can see you’re interested.” Miss Whiplash crosses her legs, stiletto heels scraping gently up Marshal’s leg and he mouths ‘help’ to Chris and tries not to cut off her ear.
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Date: 2007-05-02 04:53 pm (UTC)I knew there really wasn't anything I could come up with that you wouldn't write :-)
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Date: 2007-05-02 05:14 pm (UTC)I just got this amusing image of them driving around, hitting different houses. Miss Whiplash. The old lady that feeds Chris really sweet tea until Marshall has to practically sit on him to keep him still. The little kid who kicks Chris in the knee. Really, you could go on forever *g*
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Date: 2007-05-01 07:36 pm (UTC)For their 5th anniversary as a couple Chris buys JC and Lance a couple of "make your own dildo" kits as a joke. Card reads something along the lines of "when you can't be with each other, you can have the next best thing." JC is ready to throw them away, he's not amused at all. Lance wants to make them -- and use them.
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Date: 2007-05-01 09:54 pm (UTC)so, two more --
Young Nsync. Justin is tired of being the "baby" - he gets the insane idea that he's going to cure the others of calling him that, by acting like one. Starts walking around in diapers, wanting a bottle, basically being a "baby" as much as possible. He panics when he finds out that it's turning Lou on.
Cross-dressing Howie. Howie grows his hair out and starts wearing women's clothing. AJ, Nick and Brian freak at first. Then Nick decides the look works for Howie. Brian just starts to deal with it then Howie asks them to call him "Holly" and Brian starts to freak again.
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Date: 2007-05-02 09:49 am (UTC)Therefore, in the spirit of the challenge. Have a snippet of crossdressing Howie.
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Brian nearly choked on his soda the first time he saw Howie in his new clothes, sheer silk stockings, killer heels and a dress cut low at the back, esposing perfectly tanned skin. His lips painted red, his eyes lined in black, a dainty gold bracelet around his wrist.
Every eye was on him as he walked in the room, and he shone under the attention, smiling as sat, crossing his legs and exposing the long line of his thigh.
His smile faded when Brian jumped to his feet and hurried away, unable to deal with this at all.
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Date: 2007-05-02 01:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 08:33 pm (UTC)1 Joshtin songfic
2 Justin/Lynn/Lamp
3 TrickC with a sad ending
:D
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Date: 2007-05-01 08:43 pm (UTC)Noooooooo!!!! Bad
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Date: 2007-05-01 10:22 pm (UTC)Now, I tried the trickc, but it made me sad, so have some Joshtin.
Walking with my fingers and I'm creeping down real slow
Reaching for the places that no one could ever go
Pushing me to ecstasy, you touch my very soul
So come to me
So come to me, yea
Josh rolls over in bed, reaching out for his love. “Justin, I love you and want you to make love to me. Show me ecstasy, baby, let us share our souls.”
Already Justin was ready to go, his mighty staff stiff and leaking, ready to plunge into the tight depths of Josh’s hole. Kneeling, he lined up his 100% all-beef thermometer with Josh’s manpussy, and thrust inside.
“Joshua, I love you! You are my heart, my soul.” Blue-veined jackhammer going like crazy, Justin cried out. “I love you!”
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Date: 2007-05-02 06:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 07:00 am (UTC)Watch out though, one day I'll get you with that Justin/Lynn/Lamp ;)
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Date: 2007-05-02 09:01 am (UTC)Okay, here's a little snippet.
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They’d all adjusted to living out of a van. Squashed between guitars and amps, battered cushions the only padding against the cold metal floor. It always smelled funky, sweat and grease and exhaust fumes, scents that lingered no matter how you scrubbed at your skin.
It was chaos contained in a tiny space, and Chris loved it.
Curled up small, mirror in one hand, eyeliner in the other, he carefully traced his eyes. Smudging with his finger, dark shadow and wild hair, perfecting the ‘fuck you’ look he presented to the world.
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Date: 2007-05-03 02:13 am (UTC)