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bossymarmalade) wrote2004-02-03 12:51 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote2004-02-03 12:51 pm
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now, honey, they's my parents too
So, this me-as-a-fandom meme...so far, both ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
throughadoor and northernveil have paired me with glockgal. Which is, y'know, icky with her being my sister and all, but at least now I feel more justified in liking Lynncest. Because I DO know how it feels to be slashed with a family member! hah! Carte blanche, baby. Also, you two are weird. *g*
And in that vein:
"Ugh," JC said, then again. "Ugh, ugh, ugggghhhhh."
"You sound like a troll, or something," Lance told him, but Lance was smiling kindly and rubbed JC's shoulder.
"I feel like one." JC pressed back against Lance's hand, closing his eyes in an effort to forestall the pounding behind them, the strain along his eyesockets. "God, I *hate* being in fights with people."
"Especially Joey," Lance said, and JC half-parroted, "Especially Joey." He leaned more heavily into Lance, who adjusted so he could wrap his arms around JC and rock with him.
"S'okay," Lance said soothingly, snuggling his cheek against JC's soft hair. "You just gotta ride it out, with Joey. He won't stay mad at you for long." He pressed a little kiss to JC's forehead and added, "Nobody can stay mad at you for long."
JC grimaced but Lance could tell he wanted to believe him. "Yeah, well," he said, "Joey's a pretty stubborn dude. Like, pig-headed."
"He's not the only one." Lance laughed slightly and tightened his arms around JC, who curled closer into the hug and snugged his fingers into Lance's t-shirt. "Seriously, JC. It'll be okay. It ain't nothing lasting."
"mmmmmmm." JC purred against Lance's collarbone. "You're the best boyfriend ever --" he cut Lance off to continue, "-- and you know it."
Lance sniffed, mock-offended. "Steal my thunder, whydontcha," he said, but he couldn't keep from smiling.
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ohmigod. That hurt. It really, seriously did.
He catches her afterward, when she's standing nervous and alone in the cold cinderblock hall of backstage, wondering what she's doing there and waiting for somebody to throw her out at any minute despite the all-access pass she's clinging to.
But then there's a burst of noise and there's people sweeping past her, and Rory presses back against the wall with her face turned away and so she doesn't even see him until he's in front of her, smelling like sweat and sweet fog-machine smoke and boy, his long arms going around her in a delicate hug, mindful of her clothes even though he's got a clean white towel wrapped around his neck.
"Hey," he murmurs in her ear, honey burr and throaty. "Hey, I didn't think you'd make it." His mouth is impossibly hot and she squeezes her eyes shut, terrified that his lips will burst open and soak her hair and neck with blood at any moment.
"Yes," she manages, but so quiet he doesn't hear and lets go of her, pulling back. And then everything rushes back in, the noise of the other people and her own flailing thoughts and she smiles too brightly and says, "Oh, yes! Like mom would let me miss a concert, your concert, especially with the, the tickets you sent and I mean, I've never been in the vip section at a concert before, and it was so -- did you know they have a huge selection of cheese in there? In the little room at the back of the box? The biggest cheese plate I've ever seen, and I was in the *French Club* --"
Justin's laughing now, but not at her, more a little hushed hoarse series of breaths and he's taking her hand, gently, and leading her into his dressing room. He stops to talk to a woman at the door, a woman blue-eyed and curly-haired like him, and he kisses her cheek and calls her "mom" and suddenly Rory's a lot less nervous even when he pulls her in and shuts the door.
"That was your mom?" she asks. Her voice sounds like a chime in the dressing room and she can hear the hullaballoo outside, but muffled now, removed. Justin stands in front of the mirror and stretches his arms, crossing them over his chest and digging his fingers into the muscles, and nods.
"She's gonna go find your mom, keep her company for a while," he says, then smiles at her again and she smiles back, feeling her tight panicked mouth unfurl. "I really missed you," Justin says, softly, and Rory has one moment in which to gasp and look down before he's gathering her tenderly up, small and easy against him and he's damp and tall and really, really hot, and even still she can't help but close her eyes when he kisses her.
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*happy sigh* oh, they are SO CUTE together! JC/Fergie are dirtyraunchyhot, but Justin/Rory have the market cornered on adorable. hee!
throughadoor and northernveil have paired me with glockgal. Which is, y'know, icky with her being my sister and all, but at least now I feel more justified in liking Lynncest. Because I DO know how it feels to be slashed with a family member! hah! Carte blanche, baby. Also, you two are weird. *g*And in that vein:
"Ugh," JC said, then again. "Ugh, ugh, ugggghhhhh."
"You sound like a troll, or something," Lance told him, but Lance was smiling kindly and rubbed JC's shoulder.
"I feel like one." JC pressed back against Lance's hand, closing his eyes in an effort to forestall the pounding behind them, the strain along his eyesockets. "God, I *hate* being in fights with people."
"Especially Joey," Lance said, and JC half-parroted, "Especially Joey." He leaned more heavily into Lance, who adjusted so he could wrap his arms around JC and rock with him.
"S'okay," Lance said soothingly, snuggling his cheek against JC's soft hair. "You just gotta ride it out, with Joey. He won't stay mad at you for long." He pressed a little kiss to JC's forehead and added, "Nobody can stay mad at you for long."
JC grimaced but Lance could tell he wanted to believe him. "Yeah, well," he said, "Joey's a pretty stubborn dude. Like, pig-headed."
"He's not the only one." Lance laughed slightly and tightened his arms around JC, who curled closer into the hug and snugged his fingers into Lance's t-shirt. "Seriously, JC. It'll be okay. It ain't nothing lasting."
"mmmmmmm." JC purred against Lance's collarbone. "You're the best boyfriend ever --" he cut Lance off to continue, "-- and you know it."
Lance sniffed, mock-offended. "Steal my thunder, whydontcha," he said, but he couldn't keep from smiling.
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ohmigod. That hurt. It really, seriously did.
He catches her afterward, when she's standing nervous and alone in the cold cinderblock hall of backstage, wondering what she's doing there and waiting for somebody to throw her out at any minute despite the all-access pass she's clinging to.
But then there's a burst of noise and there's people sweeping past her, and Rory presses back against the wall with her face turned away and so she doesn't even see him until he's in front of her, smelling like sweat and sweet fog-machine smoke and boy, his long arms going around her in a delicate hug, mindful of her clothes even though he's got a clean white towel wrapped around his neck.
"Hey," he murmurs in her ear, honey burr and throaty. "Hey, I didn't think you'd make it." His mouth is impossibly hot and she squeezes her eyes shut, terrified that his lips will burst open and soak her hair and neck with blood at any moment.
"Yes," she manages, but so quiet he doesn't hear and lets go of her, pulling back. And then everything rushes back in, the noise of the other people and her own flailing thoughts and she smiles too brightly and says, "Oh, yes! Like mom would let me miss a concert, your concert, especially with the, the tickets you sent and I mean, I've never been in the vip section at a concert before, and it was so -- did you know they have a huge selection of cheese in there? In the little room at the back of the box? The biggest cheese plate I've ever seen, and I was in the *French Club* --"
Justin's laughing now, but not at her, more a little hushed hoarse series of breaths and he's taking her hand, gently, and leading her into his dressing room. He stops to talk to a woman at the door, a woman blue-eyed and curly-haired like him, and he kisses her cheek and calls her "mom" and suddenly Rory's a lot less nervous even when he pulls her in and shuts the door.
"That was your mom?" she asks. Her voice sounds like a chime in the dressing room and she can hear the hullaballoo outside, but muffled now, removed. Justin stands in front of the mirror and stretches his arms, crossing them over his chest and digging his fingers into the muscles, and nods.
"She's gonna go find your mom, keep her company for a while," he says, then smiles at her again and she smiles back, feeling her tight panicked mouth unfurl. "I really missed you," Justin says, softly, and Rory has one moment in which to gasp and look down before he's gathering her tenderly up, small and easy against him and he's damp and tall and really, really hot, and even still she can't help but close her eyes when he kisses her.
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*happy sigh* oh, they are SO CUTE together! JC/Fergie are dirtyraunchyhot, but Justin/Rory have the market cornered on adorable. hee!
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... Nonono, okay, I'm shutting up now!
P.S. Your icon, oh, that is one of my favorite Simpsons episodes EVER. They have a t-shirt with that picture on it at my local Hot Topic, except none in my size.. woe.
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And I'm glad you liked them! thank you!
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...um. Of the JustinandRory variety, I mean. Hee!
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Maggie! Eeeeee! I completely forgot I even asked, and it's just perfect. They're too cute.
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Justin's laughing now, but not at her, more a little hushed hoarse series of breaths
Hot, and I can completely picture it.
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As in, Said the religious leader? as in, Said the guy who lead a riot against the guards and had the whole of Em City behind him? that - that is Said, isn't it? Said looking to the sky. oh my *god*. that might just be the most perfect match of icon to person I have ever seen.
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That has got to be the most fabulous thing anybody has ever said to me EVER. Because it *is* Said! I think in the original picture he has his hands folded in prayer.
I'm just going to sit back from the computer and bask in that comment for a good while, man. oooooohhhhhhhh yeah.
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So, I'm totally him, right? Right?!
Aahahahaaaa. Oh wait, Shillinger wouldn't laugh. I mean...shut up.
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Bassez made my teeth ache, it was so sweet.
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And I see the Bassez did its job, but it's still regrettable. *mwah*
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Bwahaha. Only sparkly boys can get away with being so charmingly saccharine, I swear.
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Even if you don't, lie and say you do 'cuz that was just ... uunnnh. Meep.
More, please. Lots and lots and lots of more.
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And dude, I'm glad you liked it. Even gladder that I didn't have to lie to you. *g*
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*closes eyes and crosses fingers*
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I wouldn't mind seeing more Justin/Rory because that was just eeeee! Adorable.
"Oh, yes! Like mom would let me miss a concert, your concert, especially with the, the tickets you sent and I mean, I've never been in the vip section at a concert before, and it was so -- did you know they have a huge selection of cheese in there? In the little room at the back of the box? The biggest cheese plate I've ever seen, and I was in the *French Club* --"
That section is so very Rory.
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Jon/Cicone, yay!Justin/Rory, yay!
AAAhahahaahahhahaa
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