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"twenty-three" and "Joshua Chasez Diary: The Edge of Raisin"
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Claim: *NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: "twentythree"
Author: synecdochic (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
synecdochic and at Venus In Furs)
Characters: JC Chasez, Lance Bass, Chris Kirkpatrick
Prompt: 23. Time
Rating: R
Length: long (15,036 words)
Summary: Lance comes to visit JC for a single day – for twenty-three hours, actually – because what good is being rich and famous if you don't take advantage of the ability to do that? As the hours pass, both JC's POV and Lance's POV recount their history and their future, and it's just a comfortable and familiar slice of life. They go out to dinner, they have sex, JC gives a radio interview while Lance gives him a footrub, and there's lots of thinking and reminiscing interwoven into the narrative. What's wonderful about this story is how the exposition fits into the internal monologues of both JC and Lance. You can see the possibilities as they see them, and you can feel the night passing as they experience it. JC's characterization is a great blend of random, intelligent, freaky, artistic – everything we love about JC, expressed through his thoughts and actions, and through the lens of Lance's observation.
The producer must have said something funny, because JC laughs. Lance slides his hands along JC's ankles and settles back in the chair to watch. JC doesn't seem to notice Lance's eyes on his face, or if he does it doesn't disturb him; he's about as animated as he would be if talking to a real person, despite staring at the wall as if he could see the person behind the voice on the other end of the line if he concentrated hard enough. They've all spent enough time on phone-in interviews and cross-country conversations to be used to it. "No, totally. If you want, I don't mind. Up to you. We could do that, or we could record. I'm on a cell, so I might cut out, but the signal's really strong here. You wanna just do that?" JC catches Lance's eye and rolls his eyes, making a "shoot me now" face. The producer must be getting overly technical. Lance digs his thumbs into the balls of JC's feet, and JC's eyes roll back in his head for half a second before he pulls the phone away from his mouth and whispers, "You keep doing that, I'll have your babies, my feet are killing me after the week I had."
Link to the story: twentythree
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Claim: *NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: "Joshua Chasez Diary: The Edge of Raisin" (akavaliumbitch) [can be considered a WIP]
Author: Cappucino (fluffontop and at Fluff On Top)
Characters: JC Chasez, Lance Bass, Chris Kirkpatrick, Justin Timberlake, Joey Fatone, Britney Spears, Jesse Tannenbaum, assorted miscellany of supporting characters
Prompt: 12. Humor
Rating: generally PG-13, sometimes NC-17
Length: incredibly epic, can be considered WIP
Summary: An amazingly inspired spoof of "Bridget Jones's Diary", this fake LiveJournal of JC's recounts his love affair withChris Lance cigarettes coffee himself coffee. Loosely following real-life events and alternately side-splittingly hilarious and touching, JC sleeps with half of gay LA, insults ¾ of gay LA, marries a bandmate, screws a bandmate's boyfriend, travels the world, enters therapy, cannot cook, and does everything that we would totally do if we were JC. No one's writing has better comedic timing than Capp. This is the funniest shit out there. Seriously.
cigarettes: 3 (v.v. bad, must protect vulnerable teenagers from evil popstar influence) Alcohol units: 15 (v. v. good, all were free!), Times jerked off thinking about Justin: 3 (v. bad, yesss veerry baaaaad), Songs written about sex: 1, Songs written NOT about sex: 0 (weird, this one never changes), Sex had: 1 BIG one (or a couple of mini ones, if you like, kinda like an F5 tornado - rrrooaaarrr).
6am: Wake up, like everyone does at 6am. Only, am millionaire popstar so can go back to sleep.
7.45am: Wake up from phone ringing. Let the machine take it with my usual: I'm not in and my cellphone is turned off. Leave a message if you think it'll help. Am still a popstar, so go back to sleep.
10.00am: Wake up from bird crashing against the huge window of my fort on the hill. It probably died or had a concussion, so maybe I ought to- zzzzzzzzz.
11.45am: Get up. Stretch. Pull sheets off bed and put them in the trash, like every morning.
11.50am: Go to have a shower and jerk off.
12.50: Come.
12.55: Get out of shower and open bag of new underwear. Put them on, Ahhh, the crisp clean feeling of the morning. Go down to kitchen. Empty a bag of freshly ground strength 4 coffee into the percolator. Add a minimum amount of water. Wait by the breakfast bar, drumming fingers.
1.00pm: Drink coffee, while reading back of cereal box. Get inspired to write a song.
2.00pm: Song done! And on my birthday. Feel like a true artist. It's entitled "Black and strong, White and Creamy". It's about sex.
3.00pm: Mom calls to wish happy birthday. I play her the new song and she really likes it. Then she has to go do something.
Link to the story: Joshua Chasez Diary: The Edge of Raisin
Claim: *NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: "twentythree"
Author: synecdochic (
synecdochic and at Venus In Furs)Characters: JC Chasez, Lance Bass, Chris Kirkpatrick
Prompt: 23. Time
Rating: R
Length: long (15,036 words)
Summary: Lance comes to visit JC for a single day – for twenty-three hours, actually – because what good is being rich and famous if you don't take advantage of the ability to do that? As the hours pass, both JC's POV and Lance's POV recount their history and their future, and it's just a comfortable and familiar slice of life. They go out to dinner, they have sex, JC gives a radio interview while Lance gives him a footrub, and there's lots of thinking and reminiscing interwoven into the narrative. What's wonderful about this story is how the exposition fits into the internal monologues of both JC and Lance. You can see the possibilities as they see them, and you can feel the night passing as they experience it. JC's characterization is a great blend of random, intelligent, freaky, artistic – everything we love about JC, expressed through his thoughts and actions, and through the lens of Lance's observation.
The producer must have said something funny, because JC laughs. Lance slides his hands along JC's ankles and settles back in the chair to watch. JC doesn't seem to notice Lance's eyes on his face, or if he does it doesn't disturb him; he's about as animated as he would be if talking to a real person, despite staring at the wall as if he could see the person behind the voice on the other end of the line if he concentrated hard enough. They've all spent enough time on phone-in interviews and cross-country conversations to be used to it. "No, totally. If you want, I don't mind. Up to you. We could do that, or we could record. I'm on a cell, so I might cut out, but the signal's really strong here. You wanna just do that?" JC catches Lance's eye and rolls his eyes, making a "shoot me now" face. The producer must be getting overly technical. Lance digs his thumbs into the balls of JC's feet, and JC's eyes roll back in his head for half a second before he pulls the phone away from his mouth and whispers, "You keep doing that, I'll have your babies, my feet are killing me after the week I had."
Link to the story: twentythree
~*~
Claim: *NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: "Joshua Chasez Diary: The Edge of Raisin" (aka
valiumbitch) [can be considered a WIP]Author: Cappucino (
fluffontop and at Fluff On Top)Characters: JC Chasez, Lance Bass, Chris Kirkpatrick, Justin Timberlake, Joey Fatone, Britney Spears, Jesse Tannenbaum, assorted miscellany of supporting characters
Prompt: 12. Humor
Rating: generally PG-13, sometimes NC-17
Length: incredibly epic, can be considered WIP
Summary: An amazingly inspired spoof of "Bridget Jones's Diary", this fake LiveJournal of JC's recounts his love affair with
cigarettes: 3 (v.v. bad, must protect vulnerable teenagers from evil popstar influence) Alcohol units: 15 (v. v. good, all were free!), Times jerked off thinking about Justin: 3 (v. bad, yesss veerry baaaaad), Songs written about sex: 1, Songs written NOT about sex: 0 (weird, this one never changes), Sex had: 1 BIG one (or a couple of mini ones, if you like, kinda like an F5 tornado - rrrooaaarrr).
6am: Wake up, like everyone does at 6am. Only, am millionaire popstar so can go back to sleep.
7.45am: Wake up from phone ringing. Let the machine take it with my usual: I'm not in and my cellphone is turned off. Leave a message if you think it'll help. Am still a popstar, so go back to sleep.
10.00am: Wake up from bird crashing against the huge window of my fort on the hill. It probably died or had a concussion, so maybe I ought to- zzzzzzzzz.
11.45am: Get up. Stretch. Pull sheets off bed and put them in the trash, like every morning.
11.50am: Go to have a shower and jerk off.
12.50: Come.
12.55: Get out of shower and open bag of new underwear. Put them on, Ahhh, the crisp clean feeling of the morning. Go down to kitchen. Empty a bag of freshly ground strength 4 coffee into the percolator. Add a minimum amount of water. Wait by the breakfast bar, drumming fingers.
1.00pm: Drink coffee, while reading back of cereal box. Get inspired to write a song.
2.00pm: Song done! And on my birthday. Feel like a true artist. It's entitled "Black and strong, White and Creamy". It's about sex.
3.00pm: Mom calls to wish happy birthday. I play her the new song and she really likes it. Then she has to go do something.
Link to the story: Joshua Chasez Diary: The Edge of Raisin