| Challenge #151: Closed // Challenge #152: mess |
[Mar. 25th, 2010|10:24 am] |
Sorry for the delay in changing the prompt. Challenge #151 is now officially closed.
Many thanks to everyone who drabbled these past two weeks, well-seasoned drabblers and first-timers, a total of 54 drabbles were written. :D
The Liberty Diner is our winner with 29 condoms:
 
The Liberty Diner moves on and this time, it will be challenged by The Loft.
Challenge #152: mess (any variations of the word)
Happy Drabbling! |
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| Challenge #151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 24th, 2010|03:41 pm] |
Title: Flat Lining, 1-3
A/N: Bad!fic. Thank you to my brand new wife and gloriously talented beta, ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) noteverything.
Condom: 3 Liberty Diner
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“How’s Sunshine?” Debbie boobed in, joining the whole gang that hovered around Brian’s bed. All looked down at the naked blond who lay partially covered by the dark blue, velvety duvet (that would look rich against the pale boy’s skin even if it weren’t already expensive anyway).
Brian was holding Justin’s smaller hand in his bigger one; a solitary tear sliding off his high cheekbone, down his strong jaw and into the puddle of tears that formed next to his Gucci-slippered feet.
Justin appeared lifeless but for the smile that shone brightly as sunshine, on his otherwise, comatose looking face.
( Parts 2 and 3 ) |
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| Challenge #151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 24th, 2010|09:22 pm] |
Title: A Woman’s Charm
A/N: Melanie’s thoughts after her hookup with Marianne in 113. Giant "Thank you" and squishes to qafmaniac for her super quick and dirty beta!
And the Condom goes to… Liberty Diner
Lips. When Marianne smiled and laughed in the bar, her lips were so soft. It was innocent enough at first, going out with a friend for a drink. But then, those lips met mine and there was an excitement, a fire, I hadn’t felt since my beautiful son was born.
Lips. Kisses placed down my neck, sucking and biting at my skin gently. Lips sucked on my nipples until they were hard. Lips surrounded my lips and her tongue teased my clit. Lips drew my orgasm out expertly.
Lips, my own, lying to the person I love, “It was nothing.” |
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| challenge #151: author's choice |
[Mar. 24th, 2010|11:39 am] |
Posting for Opes...
Author:opal11
Title: Touch Down, 2-3
A/N: Sequel to a previous drabble. Thank you to my wonderful betas, vl_redreign and fun_demented, and to happier_bunny for making me do it and to qafmaniac for setting the stage, so to speak.
Condom: 2 Babylon
Part 1
( Parts 2-3 ) |
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| Challenge 151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 24th, 2010|07:17 pm] |
Title: Spontaneous
Notes: Thankyou noteverything for being my beautiful beta! <3333333333333333333333
Condom: Babylon!
He slung his tartan skirt and denim vest over the branch of a tree. He peeled off his socks and shorts, stuffing them into his boots. Wolfen’s slick hands helped him balance and ease himself in. His mind wandered briefly, wondering what Ben, or even Brian, would think if they knew what he was doing.
He shook off his misgivings when he remembered it was Michael whose life was entwined with theirs. Here, he wasn’t Michael. He was Dumpling, and he was free.
Completely in now, he gazed at the clear blue sky, stretched, and luxuriated in the mud bath. |
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| Challenge #151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 23rd, 2010|04:01 pm] |
Title: Guilty
Author's Note: 8 x 100. *smooches* to Red for the encouragement and the rapid fast beta.
And the condom goes to: Babylon, baby!
( Guilty ) |
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| Challenge #151 Author's choice, take 2 |
[Mar. 23rd, 2010|11:48 am] |
Title: Recognition
Author: danny_sparks
Timeline: 2009
And the Condom Goes to: The Diner
“He’s on! He’s on!” Debbie squealed.
Everyone gathered around the television to watch Debbie’s latest heart-throb belt out his tune of the week.
“You’re right, Debbie,” Emmett said. “Totally gay.”
“Who cares! Listen to that voice!” Ted said.
Justin squinted at the screen. The guy--tall and dark--looked awfully familiar. “Where’s he from again?”
“L.A.” Michael said, keeping his eyes glued on the singer’s undulating hips.
Justin’s jaw dropped.
Brian smirked. “You fucked him, didn’t you?” Everyone’s head spun towards Justin.
“Shut up!” Justin elbowed Brian in the ribs.
Debbie squealed again. “Holy shit Justin! You fucked Adam Lambert?!” |
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| *Challenge #151: Author's Choice* |
[Mar. 22nd, 2010|11:11 pm] |
Title: Teddy's Got Game
Notes: Thank you to the lovely vl_redreign for the super speedy beta and to my "anonymous little tiny helper." She was going to be my co-writer, but she just doesn't see herself as a writer like I do! <3
And the condom goes to: Babylon.
Brian was adding weights to his bench when Emmett, lounging against a rowing machine, let out a long, low whistle. Brian craned his head to look past Emmett. "Hot," he declared.
"Hot? That's the best you can do?” Emmett scoffed. “Hot?"
Brian shrugged, still looking at the long, lean man. "Do you have something better to call him?"
"Sex on legs?"
Brian snorted.
Emmett huffed. "Fine then, asshole. Fiery...smoking...broiling."
Brian snorted even louder. "So now he's a brisket?"
They continued to argue loudly. And neither of them noticed when the hottie walked out of the gym with Ted. |
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| Challenge #151 - Author's Choice |
[Mar. 22nd, 2010|08:20 pm] |
Title: Dare To
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: Justin Oops! Babylon!!
A/N: Thanks to florida_minxie for the prompt and beta! Mwah!!
Prompt: 
It all started with a dare.
It all started with a dare, you know.
When Molly was about six, she dared me to swap the salt and sugar containers at one of the tables at the club because their daughter took her Barbie, or some shit.
I’d been daring myself ever since.
The trek to Liberty Avenue that night, that was a dare. To see if I had the balls to do it. I got more than I bargained for.
I wrap myself in the sheet and go to Brian, who’s consoling himself with Beam. I dare myself to see if I can console him instead. |
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| Challenge # 151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 22nd, 2010|05:36 pm] |
Title: Shall We Dance?
Author's Note: Inspired by one of fun_demented's quote prompts. Quote in italics.
And the Condom Goes To: Babylon
Brian circled the dance floor in his usual predatory manner, mildly amused as the more aggressive twinks would try to tempt him with their best, “Choose me to fuck” stares.
Picking one at random, he caught sight of a familiar flash of blond heading in his direction confidently.
Justin approached the preening twink and bit out a terse, “Fuck off,” before facing Brian with a smirk, draping his arms sinuously over his shoulders, pressing their bodies together in a timeless rhythm.
“Were you really going to fuck that scrawny assed trick?”
“Well, I was hoping you would find me first.” |
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| Challenge #151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 21st, 2010|10:43 pm] |
Title: Advice
Author: Xie
Condom: Liberty Diner
Note: From a prompt by vl_redreign and an icon by ohfreckle, with the word prompt "fluffing." This is the icon:
Justin frowned at his reflection, running his hand over his left cheek and jaw.
Brian got out of the shower and stood next to him at the sink. "What are you glaring at?"
"This fucking rash on my face."
Brian glanced at him, lifted one eyebrow, and then started vigorously drying himself with the towel. "You need some of that special French anti-inflammation cream I have."
"What I need," Justin said, "is for you to get some special French conditioner for your pubic hair so this won't happen anymore, instead of standing there fluffing it up and giving me skincare advice." |
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| Challenge #151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 19th, 2010|05:16 pm] |
Title: Busy, 1-9
Author: Xie
Condoms: 9 to Liberty Diner
Note: I asked for prompts in the form of an icon and a word or phrase. This was my first prompt, from fun_demented, icon by qafmaniac:
"Busy"
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| Challenge 151: Author's choice |
[Mar. 19th, 2010|07:55 pm] |
Title: Colors and candies
A/N: Because Bunny and Fundles said so!
This is the first drabble I've EVER written (and it will probably be the last) and without my great betas fun_demented (who surely needed a shitload of brain bleach after reading the first draft) and vl_redreign (who turned on her grammar skills for me) it would have NEVER seen the light of day. *smackles you both*
And the condom goes to: Babylon
"Come on, Brian. You can’t be serious!"
"Why waste them and throw them away? Besides, I always thought you loved charity bullshit and that you were all for Easter."
"Actually, I do and I am, but I don’t think putting condoms into little Easter eggs and handing them out in the backroom of Babylon has anything to do with-- it’s ridiculous!"
"But these condoms do have something to do with Easter."
Justin sighs and asks, "And what would that be?"
"They’re candy-flavored and colored!" Brian steps in closer as he reminds Justin, "And we don’t need them anymore." |
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| *Challenge #151: author's choice* |
[Mar. 18th, 2010|10:36 pm] |
Title: Last Black Shirt
Notes: Thank you to the infinitely patient ahaw9913 for her beta. Not only did she help me with a scene that kills her, she spent LOTS of time and energy doing it! *hugs* I used six words from my lovely fiancee fun_demented for this one. They are: mirror, back, wall, trapped, anger and walk.
And the condom goes to: Liberty Diner.
Brian stared into the mirror. Nothing he saw pleased him. Unaccountably, his frustration morphed into white hot anger and he ripped off the black shirt and started again.
Justin never glanced his way, but Brian knew what he’d see reflected back at him in Justin’s eyes would be even worse than what he saw in himself.
Refusing to be trapped by Justin’s pity and unwilling to admit that he even cared, Brian ripped off yet another shirt, tossing it against the wall. He grabbed the last black shirt in his closet, pulled it on and walked out of the loft. |
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| Challenge #151: Author's Choice - EXTENDED |
[Mar. 18th, 2010|02:31 pm] |
Bunny has extending the challenge another week. The challenge is still Challenge #151: Author's Choice through to next Wednesday.
The condom battle between Babylon and The Liberty Diner continues!
Bunny gave me strict orders that everyone in fandom must drabble. *See icon*
If anyone would like to post prompts in the comments or request prompts of any kind in the comments go for it. COS YOU'RE ALL GONNA DRABBLE! |
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| Challenge #151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 18th, 2010|01:13 pm] |
Title: Camping 1-10
Author: Xie
Condoms: Liberty Diner
Note: From a bunny by bunny
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| Challenge 151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 17th, 2010|06:26 pm] |
Title: Untitled
A/N: This is my first time writing a fic ever, so um...keep that in mind.
Beta: noteverything Thank you so much for your help!
And the condom goes to: don't really know how this works, but Babylon definitely could use a condom.
Now that I’ve asked, I can’t give up on the idea. I don’t understand why she won’t do it. It’s not as if she’s shy about her body, I know, I’ve seen the pictures!
She says she doesn't have the time, that she'll get bored sitting for hours on end. I know that's not the whole truth, but I let it stand.
I sketched her from memory when we first started dating, but she doesn't know that.
Finally, I have an idea, from a fellow blond artist with a surly partner. She always did look so radiant when she sleeps. |
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| *Challenge #151: author's choice* |
[Mar. 17th, 2010|10:39 am] |
Title: Tea and Sympathy
Notes: I am ashamed to admit that I didn't even know what the prompt was this week. I asked for some prompts last night just to get me going and writing *something,* then I find out that it's author's choice! Perfect. Thanks to thymewriter for her quick beta and thanks to all of you that gave me words...I just went with the first one: tea.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney. No? Ok then, Babylon.
Debbie was pulling a huge dish of lasagna out of the oven when Emmett walked in. She was chattering a mile a minute to Justin while Vic danced with a cheese grater to the blaring music. No one seemed to hear the phone ringing.
“If you ask me, that son of a bitch needs a good ass-kicking,” Debbie said as she set the dish on the counter, “and I don’t care if he *is* Brian-fucking-Kinney, I’ll be glad to do it.”
Em grabbed the phone. “Mother Deb’s House of Tea and Sympathy,” he deadpanned. “Take a number!" |
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| Challenge 151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 18th, 2010|01:06 am] |
Notes: Thanks so much to fun_demented for the inspiration, empowerment and motivation and I only wrote it so she won't bash me, you rock! ^__^
Title: Easter Surprise
Condom: Babylon
Emmett frowned at two Easter eggs.
‘Which one says “Drew?”’ he wondered. ‘The Valrhona dark, or the vanilla-seeded organic white?’
They looked equally delicious, so he took both.
Near the checkout, rows of milk chocolate bunnies stood at attention. Emmett had to have one. But as he reached for it, a sinewy hand covered his. He turned around.
‘Drew!’
‘I hope that’s for me.’
Emmett discreetly dumped his shopping basket and paid for one foil covered bucktoothed rabbit. He glanced over his shoulder, quirking a smile at Drew.
‘I’ll let you have the ears, but I get the tail.’ |
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| Challenge 151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 17th, 2010|12:55 am] |
Title: Take-out for Two
A/N: This author's note will probably be longer than the actual drabble. lol
First of all thanks to happier_bunny for the prompt words (Daphne, shop (any variation), kiss, smile and laugh (any variation)).
Many thanks as well to my lovely sannea for butt-kicking and cheer-leading.
And to the awesome secretsolitaire, who is a miracle worker beta. *bows in thanks* The title is hers too.
And the condom goes to: Babylon
"How's the shop?" Daphne closed Brian's door, muffling the office bustle outside.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Smirking, he leaned in to kiss her cheek, nowadays drawing only a slight blush.
"I was in the neighborhood."
Brian huffed. "In other words, Justin asked you to babysit."
"I brought Thai food?" Smiling innocently, she swung the bag in her hand.
Sometimes Brian was just too easy. Brandishing his chopsticks, he said, "Imagine my BMI if you came by every time Justin was fashionably late."
Daphne just wiggled her eyebrows. "No doubt you'll find a way to work off the calories." |
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| Challenge 151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 16th, 2010|05:08 pm] |
Title: Busted
A/N: Because Bunny said so.
Beta: ahaw9913. Big thanks to her for being awesome and super laid-back and fun_demented for cheering me on.
And the Condom Goes To... Babylon
As this is my first BJ drabble ever, I don't want any con-crit, hee, except to correct grammar or typos. Thanks! ( Click to read! ) |
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| Challenge #151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 16th, 2010|08:49 pm] |
Title: The Baths
A/N: Set after the gym scene in 118. Thank you to my wonderful beta ahaw9913. This is the drabble I owe fun_demented!
And the Condom goes to… The Liberty Diner.
Emmett puts the gym bag down in his apartment. “God,” he says to the emptiness, “I can’t believe I told them about that time at the LA baths. I was sure they wouldn’t believe me, that’s why I never said anything. But the look on Brian’s face; it was priceless. I even saw a twinge of jealousy flash across his face.”
He walks into his bedroom, opens his sock drawer, and smiles as he pulls out the autographed photo. “To Emmett: Thanks for last night…”
Emmett sighs and smiles, “I’ll just keep you as my little secret from now on.” |
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| Challenge #151: author's choice |
[Mar. 13th, 2010|09:06 pm] |
Title: Aftermath
Author's Note: Since the prompt is Author's Choice, I asked Bunny for five words. Thank you happier_bunny for broken, sleep, moist, quick, and bottle. And thank you, as always to the superfantabulous suze_y for your friendship and beta skilz.
And the condom goes to: Babylon
The glass has been swept up and thrown away, the liquor mopped from the floor, the overturned chair and lamp righted, and the cleaning supplies stowed.
He wipes away stray moist droplets spattered across the monitor, turns off the CPU, and places the stylus in its holder. Knowing Justin can't sleep alone, no matter how exhausted, Brian decides to wait until later to box the computer for return. Taking a last quick glance around, he spots a jagged shard from the bottle under the coffee table.
Picking it up, Brian wonders if there’s anything in his life that isn't broken. |
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| challenge #151: author's choice |
[Mar. 13th, 2010|10:45 am] |
Title: First date
Author's Note: Bunny said everybody, so here goes nothing.
Beta:taytay4936
Genre: Since it's author's choice, I choose fluff
And the Condom Goes To: Babylon.
Justin walked into the loft, almost stumbling over the package that was placed on the floor outside the door.
He bent down to pick it up; he didn’t remember ordering anything, but then, it could have been Brian.
When he saw that it was addressed to him, he got excited and ripped open the box.
When he finally got it opened, he sat looking at the blue cashmere sweater that emerged from under the tissue paper.
There was a note attached and it said: Change into this. We are going out tonight and I want you looking pretty for me. |
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| Challenge #151 - Author's Choice |
[Mar. 12th, 2010|05:51 pm] |
Title: Missing Him
Author: vl_redreign
A/N: Matches my mood.
Condom: Babylon
He figured he’d lain there long enough.
Once again, he idly looked around the loft, noticing the missing toothbrush, clothes, art supplies…him.
He blinked quickly, and no, those weren’t tears threatening to fall.
Michael came by several days later, dragging him to Babylon, where they dreamed big dreams of renovation, of sticking it to the assholes that had tried to take this away from them.
Their refuge. Their home away from home.
When he returned, he had excellent phone sex with Justin.
And later, on the way from the bathroom, he found a lone sock.
It seemed to mock him. |
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| Challenge # 151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 12th, 2010|05:30 pm] |
Title: Raw
Author's Note: Bunny commands; I obey. Since its author's choice I choose porn.
And the Condom Goes To: Babylon, baby!
He grunts as I press against him roughly, my naked cock sliding along his crack, teasingly pushing against his hot little hole.
“Brian.” He breathes my name and shivers; he fucking loves when we play this game.
I slip my hands over his and squeeze, silently telling him to keep them wrapped around the pole like a good boy; only I can touch his cock.
I push against him again, this time breaching his hole just enough to let him feel the burn.
He knows what I want, and as soon as he begs for it, I’ll fuck him raw. |
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| "Challenge # 151" |
[Mar. 12th, 2010|01:23 pm] |
Title: Rap
Author: danny_sparks
Condoms: Umm, not sure how this works. The diner?
Hunter sat in the diner, scribbling away.
“Watcha working on?” Debbie asked.
“I’ve decided to become a rapper.”
“Yeah? Let’s hear it!”
Hunter covered the page. “It’s not finished.”
******
When Hunter used the restroom, Debbie sneaked a peek.
You like young dick? gimmee a buck
I can be yours if you wanna fuck
you know I'm just trash but my hole's fucking tight
so I got 50 in my pocket and a room for the night
tomorrow I could be in a dumpster or a cell
but you do what you gotta in the Pitts of hell
“Christ,” she muttered. |
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[Mar. 11th, 2010|11:28 pm] |
Title: Bare
Author: pendulumchanges
Author's Note: Huge thanks to secretsolitaire for her incredible betaing skills! Bunny said, "I'd love to see one drabble from everyone in fandom this week." Therefore, I drabbled :)
WARNING: angst, angst, angst, violence/abuse
And the condom goes to... Babylon *thumpa thumpa*
Feedback: is ♥
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Brian limps down the sidewalk, biting his lip against the pain in his ankle. A bruise is starting to color the side of his jaw and swelling has already forced one eye nearly closed. His toes feel stiff and numb; he didn't even put on sneakers before he ran out of the house. The cold night air chills the bare skin of his arms and burns his dripping nose. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand as he slowly climbs up the front steps. He doesn’t want to be crying when Deb opens the door this time. |
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| *Challenge # 151: Author's Choice* |
[Mar. 11th, 2010|08:14 am] |
Title: The Messenger
A/N: Unbeta'd, Since it's Author's Choice, I am going with Crackfic
Condoms: Liberty Diner
As they enter the loft, Brian complains, “Christ, Justin. And all over my new outfit.” Brian surveys the damage, surprised to find his slacks devoid of evidence from Justin’s coffee-fiasco on the way from Jen and Tuck’s.
"In my defense,” Justin states rationally, “We were almost hit by a semi."
They head towards the steps together and stop short. Justin’s staring speechless, and Brian’s pinching the bridge of his nose.
There’s a bright white light glowing above the bed… and…
A fully clothed man lounging under it...
So Brian asks the obvious, “Vic, what the hell are you doing here?" |
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| Challenge # 150: Closed // Challenge # 151: author's choice |
[Mar. 10th, 2010|09:14 pm] |
Many thanks to our guest hosts noteverything and fun_demented. They deserve a round of applause.
Challenge #150 is officially closed.
CONDOM WINNER:
LIBERTY DINNER with four condoms. (hmm, that's all the drabbles written for the challenge...where oh where are all my drabblers? Come back to us).
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So the Diner moves on and is challenged by Babylon (yep, I'm stealing Fundles idea cuz it was cute.)
Challenge #151: Author's choice*. Your pick...it can be anything. I'd love to see one drabble from everyone in fandom this week. Come on we can do it.
*if you want five words to get you started comment here and I'll give them to you.
ON YOUR MARK...GET SET...GO! |
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