| Challenge #101 |
[Feb. 3rd, 2009|12:00 am] |
Title: Mr. Romantic
Author: britin1729
Condom: Cynthia...you'll see why. ;)
"You did what?!” “I bought a house. It's no big deal.” “The hell it isn't!” “And thank you, Cynthia, for permanently deafening me in my right ear.” “This is just...fucked. Brian Kinney buying a mansion. For his boyfriend. No, wait—fiancé, right? Who the hell proposes by buying a fucking house, anyway?” “It didn't seem like the kind of thing you mention over breakfast.” “But a house? What ever happened to a good old-fashioned ring? Hell, if I'd known this is what happens when you decide to be Mr. Romantic, I would have fucked you for five years.” |
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| Challenge #101: Breakfast |
[Feb. 3rd, 2009|02:57 pm] |
Title: Closer to Home
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jule1122
Condom: Justin
Coming back to Pittsburgh was harder than he expected. Michael felt like a failure and a stranger. Justin was still fucked up, and Brian, almost as bad, was somehow supposed to fix him. Blake had disappeared, probably a good thing, but Ted still wasn’t smiling.
One thing that hasn’t changed was breakfast at the diner. Michael laughed with Ted and Emmett, and let Ma hug him and bring him extra pancakes. Sometimes Brian showed up and even though he was always looking around like he hoped Justin would appear, at least he was there. Every morning felt more like home. |
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| Challenge # 101: Breakfast |
[Feb. 3rd, 2009|08:04 pm] |
Title: Message received
Characters: Emmett, Debbie
Timeline: post-513
A/N: *waves* Thought it might be fun to join the drabbling with this little piece of silliness.
Condom goes to: Cynthia
The message had been more than cryptic. Debbie glared at the answering machine as if her piercing eyes were enough to make it reveal the secret behind the words.
“Hi! Is anybody home?”
She heard Emmett make his way towards the kitchen before …
“Jesus H. Christ, Deb!” He pressed his hand against his chest. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Emmett frowned. “Are you OK? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
She raised an eyebrow. “No. But you just got an invitation for breakfast tomorrow. Something about celebrating a certain 21st birthday? What the fuck is that all about?” |
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