"Trouble" & "Untitled story"
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Claim: Nsync: general
Prompt: 04 Fluff
Title: Trouble
Author: Lucy, at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lucy_fic
Rating: lots of talk about sex
Length: short/medium
Brief summary: They really have to do something about Justin, the situation is getting unbearable. But how to accomplish this and still leave his public virginal persona intact? This story is pure, unadulterated, fluffy, frothy fun! The portraits of the guys may be caricatures but they're lovingly drawn, the dialouge is hilarious, and reading this story is a surefire way of getting in a good mood.
Excerpt: "You saw him last night, right?" Chris asked.
"No," Lance said deadpan, shaking his head. "Didn't you notice? I did the entire show with my eyes closed. Psychological experiment."
"Me, too," Joey said.
"Fine," Chris snapped. "So you know that we have to do something. We can't keep on like this. If Justin doesn't get laid - and soon - I don't know what he's going to do."
"I think he might go blind," Lance said, helpfully. Chris frowned. "Hey, I've got the room next to him, okay?"
"Hairy palms," Joey agreed, shaking his wrist lewdly. Justin's room was between his and Lance's.
"He practically humped my leg on stage last night," Chris said. "That's just, like -" He shivered, and shook his head. "No."
Link to the story: Trouble
Claim: Nsync: general
Prompt: 24 Future Fic
Title: Untitled story
Author: Vix, at The Kitchen N Sync anduschickens
Rating: -
Length: short
Brief summary: This is a Nsync reunion story written as a Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy pastiche with JC as Arthur Dent. And it works. It works exceptionally well! It's funny, clever, and very, very sweet.
Excerpt: The row of cars parked in his driveway was quite familiar.
He stared at them.
"Blue," he thought, and stomped off back to his bedroom to get dressed.
Passing the bathroom, he stopped to drink a large glass of water, and another. He began to suspect that he was hungover. Why was he hungover? Had he been drinking the night before? He thought. Last night was Wednesday. Yes, then. He caught a glint in the shaving mirror. There was a body now firmly wedged in his shrubbery. "Blue," he thought again, and stomped on to the bedroom.
It was only as he was standing naked in front of his closet, contemplating two pairs of flip flops, when the events of the morning properly filtered through his brain: doorbell that woke him up, increasingly irate messages on his voice mail, the flood of email on his computer in his basement that he'd stashed in the bottom of a locked filing cabinent in a disused guest bathroom with a sign on the door saying 'Beware of the Leopard', the faces peering in at him. He looked back out the window. Chris had just hit Justin with a flying tackle, sending them both tumbling off the porch and into JC's very nice potted plants (thus the large crash and muffled shrieking). Joey chose that moment to fall out of the shrubbery in which he had been previously stuck (other assorted noises). Lance met his eyes, shrugged, and gave him a weak grin.
Link to the story: Untitled story
Claim: Nsync: general
Prompt: 04 Fluff
Title: Trouble
Author: Lucy, at
lucy_ficRating: lots of talk about sex
Length: short/medium
Brief summary: They really have to do something about Justin, the situation is getting unbearable. But how to accomplish this and still leave his public virginal persona intact? This story is pure, unadulterated, fluffy, frothy fun! The portraits of the guys may be caricatures but they're lovingly drawn, the dialouge is hilarious, and reading this story is a surefire way of getting in a good mood.
Excerpt: "You saw him last night, right?" Chris asked.
"No," Lance said deadpan, shaking his head. "Didn't you notice? I did the entire show with my eyes closed. Psychological experiment."
"Me, too," Joey said.
"Fine," Chris snapped. "So you know that we have to do something. We can't keep on like this. If Justin doesn't get laid - and soon - I don't know what he's going to do."
"I think he might go blind," Lance said, helpfully. Chris frowned. "Hey, I've got the room next to him, okay?"
"Hairy palms," Joey agreed, shaking his wrist lewdly. Justin's room was between his and Lance's.
"He practically humped my leg on stage last night," Chris said. "That's just, like -" He shivered, and shook his head. "No."
Link to the story: Trouble
Claim: Nsync: general
Prompt: 24 Future Fic
Title: Untitled story
Author: Vix, at The Kitchen N Sync and
uschickensRating: -
Length: short
Brief summary: This is a Nsync reunion story written as a Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy pastiche with JC as Arthur Dent. And it works. It works exceptionally well! It's funny, clever, and very, very sweet.
Excerpt: The row of cars parked in his driveway was quite familiar.
He stared at them.
"Blue," he thought, and stomped off back to his bedroom to get dressed.
Passing the bathroom, he stopped to drink a large glass of water, and another. He began to suspect that he was hungover. Why was he hungover? Had he been drinking the night before? He thought. Last night was Wednesday. Yes, then. He caught a glint in the shaving mirror. There was a body now firmly wedged in his shrubbery. "Blue," he thought again, and stomped on to the bedroom.
It was only as he was standing naked in front of his closet, contemplating two pairs of flip flops, when the events of the morning properly filtered through his brain: doorbell that woke him up, increasingly irate messages on his voice mail, the flood of email on his computer in his basement that he'd stashed in the bottom of a locked filing cabinent in a disused guest bathroom with a sign on the door saying 'Beware of the Leopard', the faces peering in at him. He looked back out the window. Chris had just hit Justin with a flying tackle, sending them both tumbling off the porch and into JC's very nice potted plants (thus the large crash and muffled shrieking). Joey chose that moment to fall out of the shrubbery in which he had been previously stuck (other assorted noises). Lance met his eyes, shrugged, and gave him a weak grin.
Link to the story: Untitled story
