| Challenge #136: Emmett. |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|12:11 am] |
Title: Of secrets and dreams.
Notes: N/A.
And the condom goes to: Daphne
Emmett wasn’t disappointed when he watched the two lovebirds wander into the diner after their ‘trip’. Maybe it was because he was the only one they had confided in about their actual destination. He knew to look at their hands to see matching glints of platinum rings.
“Hey Em,” Justin said, smiling, lifting up the plastic cover on the lemon bars.
“Oh my fucking God!” Debbie yelled, it had become clear to her too.
Justin stilled until Brian wrapped his arm around Justin’s waist and pulled him tight.
Emmett smiled before getting up, “Don’t worry the reception is all ready.” |
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| Challenge #136: Emmett |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|09:20 pm] |
Title: Midnight Memories
Notes: I borrowed Bruce from my own story Tapestry, but it was just for the name.
Condom: Blake
Emmett’s party dragged on, and he didn’t make it home until well after midnight. Trying to unwind, he settled on the couch and flicked through the channels, searching for a good movie. It was a Betty Davis kind of night.
When he stumbled across an old Ironmen’s game, he only meant to watch a few minutes, but it was still on when Bruce wandered out an hour later.
“Hey, babe.” He dropped a kiss on Emmett’s head. “I didn’t know you liked football.”
“I don’t.” Emmett smiled and caught Bruce’s hand. “Did I ever tell you about dating the quarterback?” |
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| *Challenge #136: Emmett* |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|11:23 pm] |
Title: Nothing to Cry About
Notes: No beta, all mistakes are mine. I apologize for not having this beta'ed, but I just wanted to write *something.* Feel free to let me know if it sucks.
And the condom goes to: Blake Wyzecki.
It was a standing joke among his staff and his friends. If there was a wedding, you could count on Em to bring the waterworks. He’d cried at every wedding he’d planned, even for the most annoying clients. His display at Carl and Debbie’s wedding was practically legendary and his friends never missed an opportunity to tease him about it.
So, when the day finally arrived for Emmett’s own wedding, everyone expected a monumental scene. Surprisingly, he stood tall and proud and never shed a tear. He’d finally found the love of his life. He had nothing to cry about. |
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| Challenge #136: Emmett |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|11:47 pm] |
Title: The Bed
Notes: This drabble series is an addition to the fic I wrote for the Moving Prompt on ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) qaf_prompts. ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) simplystars, michira_70, and qafmaniac all wanted to see Emmett putting together the bed for Brian and Justin; this is for them. The fic can be found here. A giant thank you goes to my wonderful beta, ahaw9913
And the Condom goes to... 5 to Daphne
My phone was ringing: “Brian, what do you need?”
“Emmett, my friend. How is Pittsburgh’s most fabulous planner?”
“What do you want?”
“What makes you think I want anything?”
“You only ask how I’m doing when you need me to do something for you, so what is it?”
He took a deep breath, “I need you to help me assemble my bed.”
“What makes you think that I can put a bed together?”
“Remember that road trip? You changed the flat. I think you can assemble a bed, and keep it a secret.”
“Alright, when do you want me there?”
( Parts 2-5 ) |
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