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Thu, Apr. 20th, 2006, 01:25 am
obsessed_gabby: April 20, 2006

Holy Shit. It's been almost 2 years since this community has been posted to. What the fuck is that all about? KIDDING! I know, I know...the fandom has slowed way down, people found lives that don't revolve around the boys, and things just happened. I am the biggest culprit, I know.

Well, it's time to put an end to that deal. Sort of. This used to be a community that played Round Robin sort of fics based on the idea of Shaz's thoughts. If you don't know what those are, don't worry about it. For now I don't think we are going to play those games anymore but I am going to try to post some other things in here.

You see, there used to be this message board that we liked to simply call The Hotel. I know it had a real name but it escapes me at the moment. There was a fine forum called The Torture Chamber. Believe me, it was just that. We'd basically go in there with our sick little minds and try to kill each other off with fics. Some of it was nice, sappy little melt-your-heart kind of fics but the majority was straight to the fucking...any and every which way possible...no plot, no nothing, just fucking. Now some of these fics that I wrote for the wonderful ladies in there may be too raunchy for the website that I co-own with my girl Fiz. Okay, that's not really true. The truth is that they are very rough drafts, probably very cheesy, most likely very poorly written on my part, and I'm not really wanting to go in and fix each and every piece up just so that I can update my site (because the lack of updates there from me is a whole other story!) Plus, since they were actually written for people on that board, in most of the stories the female has the same name. I don't really want to take it away from them and give the character another name so that I can put these up on my website either.

Anyway, today 1107red asked for QAF fanfics based on Brian and Justin or RPS (I'm so cool, I figured out what that meant all by myself! HA!) with Gale Harold in it. It made me think of something I'd written before for Elley and as I mentioned it to 1107red she said she'd be interested in reading it.

So, here I am. I will just be smacking them up here as I see fit. They don't have titles but I'll put each one behind a cut and let you know what pairing you'll find inside. Some are het, some are slash, some are threesomes, some are two boys (mostly JC/Justin) and one girl, in some another girl may be watching those three, one that I love, love alot is Justin/Elley and a female stripper, etc. I think you get my drift.

I will put a link in my website that leads to this community so I feel like I'm contributing there as well. GO ME! And since I'm doing that, I'll shamelessly plug the site for you guys. I don't know the nifty little way to do that in here other than putting the link right in.

http://www.blurred-vision.net/

Don't forget to read the wonderful Fiz and if slash is your thing then Mary is your girl! Don't forget about Smurf and DP either. LOL

Tue, Jun. 8th, 2004, 02:58 am
elley1017: Tuesday: 06/08/04

*taps everyone on their foreheads*
Wake up out there.......

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Loud techno music pumping through the speakers in the workout room. Sweat droplets trickling down a bare and toned stomach as Justin lays nearly upside down, folding his body in half in a set of sit ups. His brow furrowed in concentration, his mouth moving as he counts down each pull of muscle. His eyes closed as the sweat covers his face. His jaw is unshaved, a day old growth adding a few years to his looks. The short curls plastered to his forehead.

Letting out a long breath, he unlatches his legs from the cuffs at the top of the machine and stands upright, lifting his hands above his head and pulling out the tightening muscles. He rolls his head on his neck, working out the kinks, his chest heaving from the previous exertion. Dressed in only tennis shoes and his basketball shorts, he shoves his damp, white tank top into the back of his shorts, and looks around the room, surveying the stations he has left to finish before his morning routine is over.

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Mon, Jun. 7th, 2004, 03:24 am
elley1017: Been a little while....

It's been a while since we've been in this journal....Ms. Gabby and I are slacking off or something........

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JC sitting on a wooden piano bench, his fingers stroking over the ivory and black colored keys. A notebook on the bench next to him, glasses perched on his nose, his brow scrunched in concentration. The room dimly lit by the fading sunlight as it begins to kiss the sky goodnight in the horizon. Soft curls falling around his face as he bobs his head to the soft melody that his fingers pull from the instrument in front of him, his voice rolling over the hauntingly soft chords as he strives for lyrics.

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Thu, May. 20th, 2004, 12:41 am
obsessed_gabby: Thursday 5/20/04

With the help of wuzzagoinon who came up with this idea...we begin a new "thought"...

~*~

JC. Beige Docker pants on, burgandy button down shirt. Glasses sliding down his nose. Curls a mess from his fingers continuously running through them. Sitting at the long wood table with 3 thick textbooks laying open in front of him and a notebook full of his scribbling notes. He's been studying all day, barely knows what time it is. His eyes are bloodshot from the hard work. And when he thinks it can't get any worse...

"Excuse me, JC," the librarian says, "but we are about to close up."

"Shit," he mumbles, knowing he isn't nearly ready for the big test and needing more time. He wishes he could study at the dorm but, with a glance at his watch, he's sure his roommate Joey has a ton of people in their room with the party just beginning. "Shit," he mutters again.

She chuckles softly, knowing exactly how he feels. She puts one hand on his shoulder and tells him, "I'll let you stick around for a few while I finish cleaning up. You can stay until I lock up and leave myself."

"Thanks Marie. I won't be long, I promise."

His eyes followed her as she walked away and he briefly thought that she didn't look like any librarian he'd ever known. Pushing his books away, he decided to take a few minutes break to gather his thoughts and get his mind back on track to his studies. JC took off his glasses to rub at his tired and when he put them back on, he noticed Marie had dropped a book she was trying to put up on a high shelf.

Mon, May. 10th, 2004, 05:16 am
elley1017: Monday: 05-10-04

So I'm gonna start off the week this week with a little "thought"....inspiration from the New Jersey game that I will be attending on Tuesday night. And yes, I know that this will never happen...because JC and basketball?? I'd have more luck catching Justin knitting a baby sweater...but it's my fantasy world..you just have to follow along.

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JC dribbling the basketball on the outside court on a hot summer day. The heat so thick it's rolling off the concrete in thick waves. He's shirtless, body covered in sweat. His hair is soaked, but it's being held out of his face by the red headband that matches his low slung, and very wet around the groin and butt, mesh shorts. He's wearing white tennis shoes with matching red accents and no show socks to show off the sexy ankles. Maybe he's playing one on one with Justin or something. But pauses periodically to run his hands through his drenched hair, stretching his muscles tighter, the sun kissing his tight skin with warm, glistening lips.

Thu, May. 6th, 2004, 12:21 am
elley1017: Thursday: 05-06-04

Hmmmm, so Gabby tells me that I have to come up with something as the "thought" of the day, so I guess I had better come up with something, huh???

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Justin walks down the stairs, barefoot, rubbing the palms of his hand over his eyes to wipe away the sleep. He's shirtless, his plaid, cotten pajama bottoms riding super low on his hips to the point you can see the deep indention of his his hip bones and when his body twists just right, the light catches the light dusting of hair leading down to his groin.

He looks around, his hair sticking up in many different directions and his rubs a hand aimlessly through the short, dark curls. He moves towards the kitchen, seeking you out. He props himself in the doorway, watching you dance around the kitchen in the shirt that he had worn just moments before you tore it off his body late the night before. His arms cross across his chest as he blinks away the bleary fog still remaining from sleep and waits for you to notice his presence.

Wed, May. 5th, 2004, 01:20 am
obsessed_gabby: Wednesday 5/5/04

We're gonna do Lance today. *snickers*

It seems that weasleyswit was giving a little torture to wuzzagoinon so we decided that we'd expand on that.

Let me paint you a picture....

Lance. Cutoff shorts, hanging fairly low on his hips, teasing you with the light trail of hair from his navel dipping below the waistline of the shorts but not before expanding a bit to show you there is more below. His skin is tanned and muscles toned and tight as he's been doing yardwork all afternoon. His chest and arms are covered in sweat, his hair completely drenched from it. There is a bit of dirt sprinkled across his chest, sticking because of the layer of sweat, and when he comes inside for a glass of much needed water, you notice the smudge of it across his cheek.

Tue, May. 4th, 2004, 12:38 am
obsessed_gabby: Tuesday 5/4/04

Well, brainybombshell posted the new JC picture and I had commented that he was just lazy sex. Her reply to me was, "Lazy sex on a sunny Wednesday afternoon when you both call in sick."

*bows down to the Princess* for coming up with our thought for today. I know it's not technically Wednesday but I don't want to wait until then to play this one. So indulge me, okay?

~*~

The alarm blares through the misty fog of the wonderful dreams you were having, pulling you into the harsh reality. You roll your body over without even opening your eyes to slam on the snooze button because you need fifteen more minutes to complete the dream. But when his arms wrap around you from behind and pulls you against the warmth of his hard body, you realize that no dream could be better.

JC snuggles around you like a cocoon. The t-shirt you wore to sleep has bunched high above your waist and your ass fits perfectly in the nest of his hips, the cotton material of his pajama pants soft against your bare skin.

He nuzzles your ear and whispers with a deep voice, thick from sleep, "Let's call in sick today."

Mon, May. 3rd, 2004, 09:16 am
obsessed_gabby: Monday 5/3/04

Professor JC. Curls silky and tame, finger trails through it. Glasses perched high on the bridge of his nose. A days worth of scruff on his face. White cotton button down shirt, first two button open, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Black casual pants. One hip propped up on the corner of the desk as the class files out of the room.....



Now ladies...take it wherever you may want to go with it.

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