| Challenge #129: Five Words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|07:37 pm] |
Title: From the Bottom
Warnings/Author's Notes: Set around early S3... Should I warn for Ethan's name?
And the condom goes to: Ted!
It’s easy for Justin to hurt at the sight of the apartment. His stuff mixed in with Ethan’s, in a home that was never really his. He quickly moved around, gathering the little things he had accumulated (his paint and art brushes from the kitchen sink; a discarded shirt from under a couch pillow).
Justin bit his wind-chapped lips. There was no place to go but Daphne’s, proving once again that old friends never fail. Justin had nothing left, but it was alright. It’s always easier to think, with a view from the bottom.
Title: At Least There's You
And the condom goes to: Ted!
There was a pillow left. Of Brian’s $15,000 leather couch. One pillow. Great. He stood at the window, staring down at the street, trying to remind himself that at least he still had the view.
Fuck, he sounded like Justin. The little shit had gone to get coffee, but Brian could hear him on the stairs, making his way back to the open loft door.
Justin looked wind swept, his hair messy. When he held out Brian’s cup, the furniture hurt stopped, and for one moment, it was all Brian could do but kiss him soundly on the lips. |
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| Challenge #68: Woody's - Alone Together |
[Jun. 4th, 2008|09:54 pm] |
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) faile02
Title: Alone Together
Notes: Post - S5... just the tiniest bit angsty
And the condom goes to: Brian!
Daphne was there the morning the Justin snuck away. It was her car that he packed up, her gas that got him to the train station, her tears that stained his t-shirt. She watched the train disappear down the tracks. Daphne went home, went about her life.
That night she was at Woody’s, and suddenly there was no Justin buffer. For the first time ever, she was alone in a queer world.
“Beer?” And then Brian was there, sitting at the stool across from her. At least, if they were going to be alone, they could be alone together. |
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| Challenge #53: Shoe Shopping Weekends |
[Feb. 27th, 2008|01:13 pm] |
Title: Shoe Shopping on Weekends is Always Ruined by a Weekday
Author: faile02
Condom: Brian
Cynthia loved New York most of the time, but she hated it just a little in the rain.
“What are you doing?” Cynthia didn’t even need to look to know Brian’s slightly sardonic tone.
“What does it look like?” She angrily patted at her leather shoes.
Brian looked horrified. “Water marks? On Jimmy Choo’s?”
“I stepped in a puddle!” Cynthia wailed, “I just bought these this weekend!”
Looking a little green, Brian shook his head. “I can’t handle this. Hold my calls.” He disappeared into his office.
“I’m not your secretary anymore!” Cynthia looked down in despair. “I might cry.” |
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| Challenge #50: Sue-Your-Self - "The Apple Store" |
[Jan. 31st, 2008|08:21 pm] |
Challenge #50 title: The Apple Store
Author: faile02
Notes: So it's been forever since I drabbled, but this was the reason why I picked this week's challenge. I had to write something! Also, I think there might be more of these... I managed to put my two fannish loves together for once!
Condoms: 2 to Daphne, because we're so alike.
1.
At the slightly annoyed cough, Sarah turned, smiling at the men. Despite the frown, Sarah responded with a perky “What can I do for you?”
“I’m carrying a busted laptop—“ The older man was cut off, as the other stepped in front of him.
“What Brian is trying to say, is Mail is broken.” The blond gave Sarah an apologetic look.
“It was working fine this morning, Justin,” Brian grumbled.
“Let’s see.” Taking the PowerBook, she smiled at the Apple, quickly resetting the mail servers. “Fixed!”
Brian eyed her, “Here’s my card,” Sarah offered. “Call me with any problems.”
2.
“Oh my god, Sarah!” Susan squealed, coming over. “Those guys were SO hot!” In moments, Toni was there, laughing at both girls. Sarah was watching the guys, still lingering at the front of the store, not so secretly ogling their backsides.
“Gay,” Sarah said, a bit wistfully.
“No way,” Toni responded, watching Brian eye the hot blonde that just entered.
Susan eyed them both critically from across the room. “Oh, maybe you’re right. He’s way to well dressed for a straight guy.”
As they watched, Brian leaned in to kiss Justin square on the lips. “Oh.”
Sarah smirked. “Told ya.” |
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| Challenge #30: Episodes 216-220-- This is how it should have happened |
[Sep. 16th, 2007|11:13 am] |
Title: This is How it Should Have Happened
Author: faile02
Condom: Even though I never do this, my condom goes to Brian
“I can’t go to Vermont, Justin. I have to work… Come with me to Chicago.”
“I made reservations for dinner… There will be no clapping of fucking birthday songs, understand?”
“They aren’t for you… the vase fit there. Apparently flowers make people happy.”
“Nice crowd tonight. We’ve already sold out of the first issue. You did good, Justin.”
Sometimes, Brian replays events in his head, thinking about what he should have said, or done, differently. But Brian Kinney doesn’t believe in the “shoulda, coulda, woulda”. He believes in the here and now. Justin will come back. He always did before. |
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| Challenge #28: NC-17-- Rituals |
[Aug. 30th, 2007|10:01 pm] |
Title: Rituals
Author: faile02
Warnings/Author's Notes: None, unless a Ted fic needs a warning.
And the condom goes to: Cynthia. That girl needs to get laid more often.
There are things Ted misses. He has a list somewhere (no really. It is Ted.) but he never mentions it. At least, not out loud, though he thinks it, sometimes. At Babylon, he watches the others drink (tequila shots) and knows that it’s not the alcohol he misses. It’s the ritual.
Lick the wrist. Sprinkle the salt. Lick the wrist. Take the shot. Suck the lemon.
Breathe. Repeat.
It’s a lot like sex, actually. Put on the rubber. Lube the hole. Fuck the hole. Shoot. Pull out.
Breathe. Repeat.
Maybe, Ted thought, he could cross one thing off his list. |
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