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Sat, Nov. 12th, 2005, 03:50 pm
holycitygirl: LOST -- 3 moods -- Charlie/Claire -- Charlie,Jack - Jack,Sawyer

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Mood: Anxious
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Charlie/Claire

"Are you sure?"

"What do you mean, am I sure? Of course I’m sure."

"So you are certain then?"

"CHARLIE!" Claire growled much louder than any tiny lass should ever be capable.

"Right o then. Good deal. I’ll just.." Charlie stood up, looked left, glanced right, bit his lip, and wondered wildly how he could feel worried, uneasy, and eager all at the same time.

Kneeling back down, he rubbed his hands together, pulling unconsciously on his newly taped fingers. He ripped the tail off the letter Y, ruining the perfect penmanship he had sharpied just that morning to spell out BABY. "I’ll just -what will I do?"

Claire paused in her Lamaz breathing to glare up at the now pacing Charlie. But as her contraction passed, her smile and sweet nature returned. "Nothing you silly Brit. Except GO GET JACK!"

Charlie’s returning smile was huge and only partly nervous. He leaned in to wipe the straining girl’s brow. "Brilliant plan. I’ll get right on it."

Claire sighed in relief before another contraction began. Panting anew she begged. "Charlie - now - hurry."

Kissing the tip of her nose quickly, Charlie scurried out from under the tent. He ran for the other side of the beach, hoping he’d be singing a bouncing baby lullabies by morning.



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Mood: Determined
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Charlie, Jack

Jack will not let him die.

He can’t.

Because something in the back of his mind, a cold voice that sounds exactly like his father, tells him he’s "lost enough lives this year" (this month, this lifetime).

He will not lose Charlie too.

Kate is crying in front of him, a stark reminder, of his futile struggle.

Jack doesn’t wonder why his father’s voice is assuring instead of condemning as per usual. The tears that are flooding his own eyes, or trying to, blind him to that irony.

Later perhaps he will replay the moment in lurid technicolor nightmares and attempt to figure out why his father isn’t stating the obvious.

Charlie is dead.

Kate seems to realize this. She’s begging, pleading, ordering, Jack to acknowledge that too.

But the fatherly voice of reason doesn’t tell him to call it. His watch quit working last week anyway.

So Jack pounds harder, scaring Kate and himself with the manic force.

Jack won’t let Charlie go.



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Mood: Cynical
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Sawyer, Jack

You find eye drops in some luggage and you give them to Jack. Not because he's the doctor, but because you are tired of seeing his blood shot eyes.

You want to tell him to get over it - Life sucks and then you die - but you don't because it would be a total waste of breath. A waste of time. And while time is the only thing you have plenty of - you don't believe in giving anything away for free.

When Jack thanks you -you promise yourself you'll collect payment later. It won't do to let Jack think you like him. Won't do to let Jack change his mind about you either. You don't need friends.

Not even here.

Especially here.

Things are just going to get worse - they always do. Caring about other people will just make it harder to take care of yourself. You aren't about to play hero, like Jack. You aren't going to lose sleep over anybody. You haven't cried in years and you aren't starting now.

Jack would be better off if he learned to care a little less. But you aren't going to tell him that either.

Some people never learn.

Fri, Nov. 11th, 2005, 11:44 pm
holycitygirl: 2 moods -- That 70's Show -- Jackie/Hyde

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Mood: Blank
Fandom: That 70's Show
Pairing: Jackie/Hyde

Jackie says that brown is too 70's and that the 80's is all about black as she pulls out a pair of dark suit pants in his size.

Jackie says that all his ties are too wide and flips through rack after rack until she finds one just the right width.

Hyde nods and adjusts the heavy shopping bags he's been lugging store to store for the last three hours. He tries to remember the last time he felt the will to live.

45 minutes ago he vetoed a skirt too short for her to wear anywhere except their bedroom. 5 minutes after that, he told Jackie she absolutely could NOT spend 90 bucks on a purse she wouldn't use for more than a month. But then Jackie said please and at his vehement "No" began to whine.

Then Jackie said that if he wouldn't let her shop for herself she would shop for him.

3 dress shirts and one suit later, Hyde stopped paying attention.

When shopping with Jackie it was the only way to survive..

Mood: Calm
Fandom: That 70's Show
Pairing: Jackie/Hyde

Jackie sits in the car listening to his strained confession and heartfelt apology and is amazed at how much she doesn’t feel.

The word for it is probably detached.

Beside her Steven’s lips keep moving and the pain in his eyes is clearly visible with his sunglasses removed. But Jackie doesn’t hear the words.

She takes a deep breath and prepares herself for the tears, the full body shakes, and that sick feeling in her stomach. (the one where it feels like someone, i.e the boy she had trusted, has reached down her throat and dug around til they found a vital organ and ripped it out)

She closes her eyes so she won’t see his face and waits patiently for the rage to overwhelm. With Michael the anger always came after the tears.

Jackie expects to want to hit, scream, run, or weep, but she feels nothing at all. Nothing has changed really. She’s been through this before.

And somewhere in the back of her mind a small little voice says in a very apathetic tone "you should have seen this coming".

Fri, Nov. 11th, 2005, 11:37 pm
holycitygirl: 3 Moods --- The OC -- Seth/Ryan

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Mood: Angry
Fandom: The OC
Pairing: Ryan/Seth -- sorta

"Go to your room."

Seth flinches at his father's tone of voice. He has experienced ice cream headaches that were more warm and comforting than his father's eyes.

Glancing at his mother, who stands silently behind him in the foyer leading to the living room, is a mistake. Her eyes are blood shot. Seth would guess that she had been crying recently but a sick feeling in his stomach tells him the red quality could be from a hangover. At Seth's imploring look for help her resolve weakens. Seth perks up when she takes a shaky step forward.

But Sandy turns sharply and Kristen stops in her tracks. Taking a solid step back, she focuses her attention elsewhere, refusing to make eye contact with her first born son.

Seth notices his father isn't looking at him either really. He is just yelling in his general direction. The only person in the room who doesn't seem to hate him is Ryan.

Not that Ryan is defending him either.

Ryan stands stoically behind him. He's still carrying all the worldly possessions Seth had taken when he left three months ago.

"Ran away" a self-depreciating voice amends from Seth's psyche. Great, now I can't even stand myself.

"Dad I..." He begins to apologize before Sandy harshly interrupts.

"Seth, your room."

He turns around to take his bag from Ryan, wondering why he ever came home. His parents merely leave the room without comment. Going to storm up the stairs -he freezes when Ryan grabs his wrist.

Seth wonders briefly if he is going to get another lecture. Ryan had been pretty mad when he showed up in Portland. But then so had Seth. He thought they had worked that through though. "WHAT? You gonna give me shit again now too."

Ryan glances around to make sure Sandy and Kirsten are out of ear shot. Raising his hands in mock surrender, he shrugs and backs slowly toward the door. "Hey man, chill, I just wanted to say welcome home."

Seth watches as Ryan retreats to the pool house and remembers why he came back.

And why he left in the first place

"Damn it, why am I still in love with him? How stupid can I be?"

Kicking himself mentally he begins to climb the stairs to the room his father will surely make his prison for many months to come. Taking comfort in the thought that there was still hope.

Summer might still kill him in a rage blackout.



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Mood: Bouncy
Fandom: The OC
Pairing: Seth/Ryan

On a normal day Seth is what you would call energetic. Like a live wire, or a hurricane Seth is just a phenomenon that has to be experienced to understand.

Ryan remembers one time at some charity gala Sandy, when talking to some Stockbroker’s wife, used the word "lively" to describe his son. Kirsten had defended Seth by saying he came by it naturally, raising her eyebrows in her husband’s direction. She preferred the term "vivacious".

Ryan just got used to the constant running dialogue. Seth has one of those personalities.

He is always willing to look on the bright side. And despite Seth’s protests of his horrible life pre-him, Ryan knows Seth’s life has been - for the most part -angst free.

He is just a happy guy.

Ryan knows there are just certain things you can expect from Seth. Warm smiles and light banter over breakfast are status quo. Seth doesn’t care that Ryan isn’t a morning person. He never takes into account that Ryan needs sleep because he is working the night shift at the computer lab on campus four days a week.

No, Seth wakes him each morning at 9 when Seth has to set his alarm in order to get dressed for his 10:15 Creative Writing Seminar (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday) or his 10:30 Philosophy and Pop Culture course (Tuesday and Thursday, and yeah Ryan doesn’t know how Seth found that odd elective).

Most nights, Ryan is lucky to get 6 hours of sleep.

When Seth’s eyes open wide at the sound of Death Cab coming from the Cd alarm clock he can’t just roll over and silently make his way to the shower. He has to nudge Ryan, trail a warm hand up Ryan’s spine or nibble on Ryan’s ear until he is impossibly awake.

Seth has to wiggle and squirm until Ryan rolls over to physically stop him by wrapping his arms around animated long limbs.

Seth has to describe in detail whatever dream he had the night before, complete with sound effects and the occasional impersonation. Ryan has to listen intently and more often than not follow Seth into the shower to hear the end of the tale.

Those showers while making Ryan more tired and lethargic seem to always have the opposite effect on Seth. He’ll pour cereal and milk into large bowls invigorated and it doesn’t matter how many times Ryan adds one less spoon of sugar in Seth’s coffee and one more spoon into his - he can never keep up.

On a normal day Ryan doesn’t even try, he just smiles and enjoys the whirlwind.



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Mood: Bitchy
Fandom: The OC
Pairing: Seth/Ryan

The door to the pool house opened to reveal Seth, fidgeting and uncharacteristically hesitant to invade Ryan’s space. "Hey man -what ya doing? You wanna play playstation?"

Ryan lay on his bed reading. He didn’t look up from his book at Seth’s question. "No thanks."

"I could eat. You wanna eat? Let’s go eat." Seth all but pleaded.

Ryan shrugged and shook his head. "Not hungry."

"We could go steal a car and get arrested." Seth joked lamely in a last ditch effort to force Ryan beyond two word polite responses.

Ryan froze, the finger reaching to flip the page stopping in mid air. He didn’t look up but still managed to shoot daggers with his eyes. "Yeah, only my real brother can pull that one off."

Seth flinched. He knew he deserved it, but the coldness was hard to take. "I said I was sorry dude. I was wrong. Words cannot express how wrong or sorry I am for doubting you. Believe me, from now on, you say someone is psycho I avoid the shower."

Ryan resumed flipping pages. "Don’t do me any favors."

Seth didn’t know what to do. It had been two weeks since the Oliver debacle, two weeks of avoidance and snide remarks. "You are nicer to Marissa."

Ryan finally glanced up, but didn’t truly make eye contact. "What?"

Seth seized the injustice. It made him feel less like the suckiest friend on the planet. "You’ve forgiven everyone EXCEPT me. Why is that?"

Ryan put the book down and sighed. "I’m not with Marissa."

Seth still stood in the doorway, as if waiting to be invited in. "But you talk to her in the hallway. You ate lunch with her yesterday. You won’t even pass me the soy sauce at dinner."

Last nights dinner had been sushi with a side of awkward silence. Everyone had felt it.

"I didn’t hear you." Ryan lied.

Seth laughed. "Over the deafening quiet?"

Ryan sneered. "I never talk."

"Yeah but now I don’t even get indulgent eye rolls or piercing shut up stares." Seth focused on his shoes, not looking up until Ryan began to speak.

Ryan’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. "I could give you one of those stares right now - if it would work."

Seth sighed, not knowing what to say, and for the first time in his life letting that stop him.

"I’ll get over it Seth." Ryan gave in, sitting up and finally looking Seth in the eye. "I’ll get over it. But for the time being I’m going to be doing my Julie Cooper impression. Can you give me that?"

Seth hung his head and knew he had no choice. If he wanted things the way they used to be, he’d have to re-earn Ryan’s trust. "Yeah, yeah, I can."

"Good." Ryan offered dismissively and rolled over to reopen his book.

Seth turned to leave, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

Fri, Nov. 11th, 2005, 11:31 pm
holycitygirl: 2 Moods --- Brian/Michael -- QAF

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Mood: Aggravated
Fandom: QAF
Pairing: Brian/Michael --- it IS


At 3:45 a.m a sharp kick interrupts a very very nice dream.

Eyes shoot open, seeing nothing but dark bedroom, brain slowly registering reality. Michael is in his bed, cold because all his covers are yanked off of him, and his leg hurts.

Two seconds before he’d been lying on the beach sipping a Mai Tai.

The sun beating down on his lotioned chest had been warm. Water lapped in a steady rhythm four feet from his beach towel, lulling him into a state of complete relaxation.

He’d almost fallen asleep when a splash and a shout came from the water.

"Daddy, come play." A beautiful curly headed child called in his direction.

"Yeah Michael come on, we are going to find hermit crabs." Gus insisted from beside her.

In one of those omniscient dream moments Michael knew the little girl, who looked about 6, was his and Melanie’s daughter.

Michael jumped up from his lethargic pose and ran to the water. Feeling carefree and young again, Michael dodged the waves and smiled at his daughter's shrieks of silly joy.

Michael was about to show Gus a sea shell he’d found when warm arms wrapped around him from behind. Equally hot lips nibbled at his ear whispering, "It’s about time you joined us."

The moment felt comfortable, well rehearsed, and perfect. He slowly turned around to initiate a searing kiss.

Everything fell away, the sounds and sights of the beach disappeared. The water went unnoticed shifting around their knees.

All Michael could focus on was Brian’s satisfied moans, Brian’s beautiful eyes full of love, Brian’s kiss ricocheting down his spine and straight through to his toes.

The moment ended when a sudden sharp pain developed in his right leg. Michael twisted away from his best friend’s embrace. The sun blocked out his assailant. Closing his eyes in a squint.


He opened them to darkness.

It was just another dream.

The third one he'd had this week.

The second one that was rudely interrupted by his stupid husband’s stupid tossing and turning.

Michael growled, rolled to the left, took both hands and both feet, and pushed all 195 pounds of muscled Ben out of bed.



Mood: Cranky
Fandom: QAF
Pairing: Brian/Michael

Brian’s eggs are runny. His bacon is burnt. The Orange Juice he had to ask three times for is full of pulp. He hates pulp.

Last night he had too much to drink, stayed up too late, and went home alone.

Now the last thing he needs is Michael’s shiny happy face beaming waves of married bliss across the diner table top.

"Fuck off" Brian snaps when Emmett arrives and begins to massage Brian’s shoulders in an attempt to remove the man’s permanent scowl.

Emmett backs off and Michael finally stops grinning. Four eyes look at Brian with concern.

"Fuck you." Brian barks this time and picks up a piece of unedible bacon to throw at his friend. "This place sucks. I’m not eating here anymore."

Emmett rolls his eyes and mumbles "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the trick this morning."

"I didn’t wake up beside anyone this morning." Brian takes another piece of hard pork and directs his aim at Emmett this time.

Emmett removes the greasy food with a look of distaste and raises his eyebrow in Michael’s direction.

Michael breaks his silence with a firm voice and eye contact. "You’ve been like this a lot lately."

"Like what?" Brian focuses on the fork playing in his unsatisfying eggs.

"Like you haven’t had more than two hours sleep." Michael clarifies.

Brian opens his mouth to make a self depreciating remark about his old age, but stops when Mikey gives him the "no bullshit" look. "I’ve been having bad dreams."

Brian waits for more questions and feels his shoulders tense. He is tired and hungry and he has a full crappy day at work ahead of him to muddle through. He isn’t about to tell Mikey the dreams are about him and make things worse.

But Michael just smiles and pushes his buttered toast across the table.

Brian relaxes and reaches for the jelly packets. All they have his strawberry, which he loathes, so he eats Michael’s toast plain.

Wed, Jul. 27th, 2005, 12:36 pm
unionsquare: (no subject)

Hey guys, I'm just popping in to completely and blatantly plug my new community.

slash_siren

A place to post lyrics that inspire or compliment slash. Or lyrics that are just plain slashy! Any fandom, any [slash] pairing, the idea is to generate lots of stories from lyrics that maybe you've never read, never thought of in a slashy way, etc. Or maybe you've got these great slashy lyrics but don't think you could do them justice in a story, so you'd love to see someone else attempt it! The stories do NOT have to be songfics, they should just capture the general mood/narrative of the song, depending on what works best. Post lyrics, stories, chat about the bands or songs, download them, broaden your musical horizons!

Tell your friends; the more fandoms involved, the better. Maybe you'll discover and fall in love with a fandom you only considered due to the song it's been attached to!

Thanks so much, x-posted everywhere (jacked_up, m8n_slash, below14thstreet, collectivewords, everything_lotr, technicolorfic)

Tue, Jun. 14th, 2005, 12:42 am
holycitygirl: A J/H fic - REdone - for old times sake

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Title: Love in an elevator
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or there wouldn’t be so much
angst.
Summary: Okay let’s say Hyde handled the whole thing differently and
actually confronted Jackie about what he saw. In my version he’ll have
much more fun.
A/N: I wrote this a very long time ago and when I re-read it the other day I decided it needed fixing. (as do all of my early works)
Credit: Song is of course -Aerosmith's Love in an elevator

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Sun, Jun. 12th, 2005, 02:54 pm
unionsquare: (no subject)

This is old, but I haven't seen anything on here in a while, and this is one little bit I always wanted to put with a visual to get the point across.

Title: Ummm I don't remember if it had a title. It's working title is "fluff2", if that helps.
Author: Liss
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Casey/Delilah, Casey/Zeke
Rating: PG-13 solely for language.
Notes: Fluff, what? Short and sweet.

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Sun, Feb. 13th, 2005, 05:40 pm
holycitygirl: The OC-- Anna/Ryan -- Future Fic



Title: Through Space and Time
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. Or this season wouldn't suck so much.
Fandom: The OC
Pairing: Anna/Ryan
The Challenge Anna/Ryan songfic -- set to Journey's Faithfully.
Summary: Future fic -- Life is all about priorities. What are Ryan's? What are Anna's? And at the end of the day, who is right? And does it matter if you love each other?
A/N: Julie is always asking me for this crap. lol. I think this time it helped me a lot though. It might not be the best fic ever but it was a challenge that my muse ran with. Yay! Maybe she is back after all.
Dedication: I hope you like babe.

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Thu, Jan. 27th, 2005, 10:26 pm
sadeyes9074: (no subject)


Title: Instead

Author: sadeyes9074

Email: sadeyes9074@yahoo.com

Pairing/Fandom: Diary entries from each character, That 70's Show

Summary: AU, characters secret diaries.....six chapters

Rating: PG13 for sexual innuendo (I love that word...)

Disclaimer: I only own a vivid imagination and an unnatural love for 8 characters on a TV show.

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