| *Matt Costa Drabble* (not for the challenge) |
[Jan. 23rd, 2008|04:21 pm] |
Title: Sunshine
Notes: Yesterday wasn't my favorite day on earth and I wasn't expecting today to be much better. I wanted to write a drabble, but angst wasn't doing it for me. So, at the suggestion of the lovely ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pendulumchanges, I wrote a happy drabble. It's cheesy!fic, but it made me smile. This is based on a Matt Costa song called, interestingly enough, "Sunshine." I am writing a drabble for every song on Songs We Sing, his first CD. This is the second one I've done...and just for kicks, here's the link to the song. I love it and have it on my QaF playlist. http://www.sendspace.com/file/5rbosa
And the condom goes to: NO ONE! It's not angst.
Brian woke up with a start when the loft door slammed shut. Sunshine poured in from the windows as Justin yelled, “The coffee’s ready and I got bagels.” Brian just groaned in response.
Justin came in with the Sunday paper and sat next to Brian on the edge of the bed.
“What’s wrong? Did I wear you out last night?”
Brian snorted. “As if. You’ll never get the best of me.”
Justin shrugged. “Someday I will. Maybe when you’re old and gray.”
“Fuck you.”
“If you insist,” laughed Justin, pulling Brian to him as he fell back on the bed. |
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| Challenge # ? : Angst |
[Jan. 23rd, 2008|06:07 pm] |
Title: Weekend Argument
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): 1 To Justin
Weekend Argument
Brian and Justin fucked, argued, ate cereal then fucked again. Brian and Justin fucked, argued, had Chinese then fucked again. Brian and Justin fucked, argued, debated pizza then fucked again. Brian and Justin fucked, argued, scarfed ice-cream then fucked again. Brian and Justin fucked, argued, ordered Thai then fucked again.
Brian and Justin fucked, argued, ate cereal then fucked again. Brian and Justin fucked, argued, had Chinese then fucked again. Brian and Justin fucked, argued, debated pizza then fucked again. Brian and Justin fucked, argued, scarfed ice-cream then fucked again. Brian and Justin fucked, argued, ordered Thai then fucked again. |
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| Challenge #48: Angst |
[Jan. 23rd, 2008|06:08 pm] |
Title: Familiar Settings
Author: exmptfromsanity
Warnings: I hate hospitals
Condoms: 5 to hunter
I.
Michael sat in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs, elbows on his kneed, his head supported only by his hands as he waited.
He’d been here before. The same gnawing feeling in his stomach. The same feeling of dread clouding his judgement.
Taking a deep breath he glared across the hall at the window to the room where he had spent the past few days. The beeping monitors and steady rise and fall of a chest were getting to be too much. It was excruciating.
“Michael, are you okay?”
“Is he okay?” He asked, looking up concerned. “Is something wrong?”
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| Challenge #48 - Angst |
[Jan. 23rd, 2008|07:35 pm] |
Title: Never Again
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: Season 5
A/N: WARNINGThis is a DEATH DRABBLE
Condom: Michael
The phone rang at midnight waking me from a deep sleep.
It took me a few minutes to realize I was still dressed, on the sofa, not even making it to our bed.
I lifted the receiver.
He had taken a turn for the worse…I’m sorry
Something inside me died at that moment.
I dragged Hunter from his bed, pushing him out the house, screaming for a taxi.
The corridors were devoid of life as I reached his room.
He looked as if he was sleeping but I knew those beautiful brown eyes would never light up my life again. |
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| Challenge #48 - Angst |
[Jan. 23rd, 2008|10:25 pm] |
Title: Sick Hunter
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: Season 4
Condom: Michael
“Where’s Hunter?” Michael asked Ben, noticing the time, surprised he had shown his face, demanding breakfast.
“Haven’t seen him”
“It’s time he was up!”
He climbed the stairs to his room and knocked loudly.
“Time to get up!”
No answer.
He opened the door.
Hunter was curled up in a ball and moaning.
A feeling of panic passed through his body as he moved to the bed.
“Hunter?”
“Fuck off!”
“Hey!”
“Go away!”
“What’s the matter?”
“I spent all night throwing up!”
“Shit! Is there anything you need, anything I can do?”
“Yeah. Promise you will NEVER cook dinner again!” |
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