"Masked" and "The Tree House"
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Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: Masked
Author: kel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
throughadoor and her popslash fic at songs about the impossibility of singing)
Characters: JC Chasez, Chris Kirkpatrick, Britney Spears, other *NSYNC members and Backstreet Boys
Prompt: 44. Masked
Rating: PG
Length: long (9624 words)
Summary: Reality TV AU! JC’s picked to be a contestant on that show where the guys wear masks and the girl picks them based on their personalities – yeah, right. On the show, JC meets Chris, they make each other’s time on the show more bearable and of course by the show’s end, JC has to determine what he wants and why. You see a lot of JC characterizations where he doesn’t really know what he wants or why he wants it, but this one progresses very nicely from a JC with no purpose to a JC with a reason for wanting something, and the end is ridiculously sweet.
Britney rolled her eyes and asked for her water bottle while they set everything back up again. JC sat quietly and twisted his hands because he'd felt like an ass the first time through and he didn't want to have to do it again. But when Britney handed him back the journal, their fingertips brushed against each other and she smiled.
JC felt the bright lights on the side of his face through the Lycra. "I know you've already gotten quite a few journals," he said, eyeing the pile of stuffed animals and thin notebooks behind her, "but this isn't a journal you can write in," he said. "Or, well, you could, but there ain't much room left," he added as a voice in his head chanted idiot, idiot, idiot over and over again. He took a deep breath. "This is one of my own song writing notebooks. All my thoughts and ideas and inspirations, I put them in here. It's like, my guts on a page." He paused again, because that probably sounded gross and he could feel his words starting to stumble over each other like clumsy ballroom dancers. "I just thought it was the best way to show you what kind of person I am," he said finally, and palmed her the diary.
This time, she put her hand over his when she said, "thank you."
Link to the story: Masked
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Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: The Tree House
Author: mintwitch (mintwitch and her popslash fic in her LJ memories)
Characters: JC Chasez, Chris Kirkpatrick
Prompt: 4. Fluff
Rating: G
Length: medium (2046 words)
Summary: JC's Orlando house was one of the casualties of the 2004 hurricane season – "Like, I had this humongous crane at my house because the tree that fell into my house was probably like, what - anywhere between sixty and a hundred thousand pounds." (<- actual JC quote) Mintwitch describes JC's journey through the aftermath of this traumatic event, from sleeping in his Jeep to cultivating some penicillin bread. And then Chris comes to save him. This is so inside JC's head, it's frightening. And I mean that on several levels. :)
There were alternatives to living in the Jeep. JC could go to a motel, even a nice hotel. He could stay with a friend, fly to LA or Chicago, make someone else deal with the tree in his house, but. The Jeep was safe and familiar and right there. Not that his neighbors were likely to loot his home or squatters to take up residence, if he left his house unguarded, but his instincts shrilled a warning every time he thought of leaving, of going somewhere, anywhere else. JC was pretty sure that if he had owned a shotgun, he'd have it in the Jeep with him.
He could see himself, the alternate reality disaster movie JC: scraggly hair and beard, clutching a gun and snarling through the cracks in his post-apocalyptic home, subsisting on peanut butter and tree bark. He'd lurk in the dark, among the rotting remains of his belongings, cursing God and man(un)kind. JC would die here, alone, dirty and raving, ambushed by seven-fingered mutants who would eat his brain and steal his horded Skippy Extra Crunchy.
Link to the story: The Tree House
Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: Masked
Author: kel (
throughadoor and her popslash fic at songs about the impossibility of singing)Characters: JC Chasez, Chris Kirkpatrick, Britney Spears, other *NSYNC members and Backstreet Boys
Prompt: 44. Masked
Rating: PG
Length: long (9624 words)
Summary: Reality TV AU! JC’s picked to be a contestant on that show where the guys wear masks and the girl picks them based on their personalities – yeah, right. On the show, JC meets Chris, they make each other’s time on the show more bearable and of course by the show’s end, JC has to determine what he wants and why. You see a lot of JC characterizations where he doesn’t really know what he wants or why he wants it, but this one progresses very nicely from a JC with no purpose to a JC with a reason for wanting something, and the end is ridiculously sweet.
Britney rolled her eyes and asked for her water bottle while they set everything back up again. JC sat quietly and twisted his hands because he'd felt like an ass the first time through and he didn't want to have to do it again. But when Britney handed him back the journal, their fingertips brushed against each other and she smiled.
JC felt the bright lights on the side of his face through the Lycra. "I know you've already gotten quite a few journals," he said, eyeing the pile of stuffed animals and thin notebooks behind her, "but this isn't a journal you can write in," he said. "Or, well, you could, but there ain't much room left," he added as a voice in his head chanted idiot, idiot, idiot over and over again. He took a deep breath. "This is one of my own song writing notebooks. All my thoughts and ideas and inspirations, I put them in here. It's like, my guts on a page." He paused again, because that probably sounded gross and he could feel his words starting to stumble over each other like clumsy ballroom dancers. "I just thought it was the best way to show you what kind of person I am," he said finally, and palmed her the diary.
This time, she put her hand over his when she said, "thank you."
Link to the story: Masked
~*~
Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: The Tree House
Author: mintwitch (
mintwitch and her popslash fic in her LJ memories)Characters: JC Chasez, Chris Kirkpatrick
Prompt: 4. Fluff
Rating: G
Length: medium (2046 words)
Summary: JC's Orlando house was one of the casualties of the 2004 hurricane season – "Like, I had this humongous crane at my house because the tree that fell into my house was probably like, what - anywhere between sixty and a hundred thousand pounds." (<- actual JC quote) Mintwitch describes JC's journey through the aftermath of this traumatic event, from sleeping in his Jeep to cultivating some penicillin bread. And then Chris comes to save him. This is so inside JC's head, it's frightening. And I mean that on several levels. :)
There were alternatives to living in the Jeep. JC could go to a motel, even a nice hotel. He could stay with a friend, fly to LA or Chicago, make someone else deal with the tree in his house, but. The Jeep was safe and familiar and right there. Not that his neighbors were likely to loot his home or squatters to take up residence, if he left his house unguarded, but his instincts shrilled a warning every time he thought of leaving, of going somewhere, anywhere else. JC was pretty sure that if he had owned a shotgun, he'd have it in the Jeep with him.
He could see himself, the alternate reality disaster movie JC: scraggly hair and beard, clutching a gun and snarling through the cracks in his post-apocalyptic home, subsisting on peanut butter and tree bark. He'd lurk in the dark, among the rotting remains of his belongings, cursing God and man(un)kind. JC would die here, alone, dirty and raving, ambushed by seven-fingered mutants who would eat his brain and steal his horded Skippy Extra Crunchy.
Link to the story: The Tree House
