♥Channi!Dysfunctional!™

7th_hell_x @ 2009-04-02T21:44:00

2009-04-02T20:48:42Z

1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

5 (more) BourneWick Drabbles.

Run, Don't Walk – Hey, Monday

The war had been imminent. Everyone expected it, yet no one had been prepared. Now the once busy streets of London city centre were empty, desolate, shaking with the impact of a large array of bombs that had dropped the once noble city onto it's knees.

“Street one, deserted. Street two, in ruin. Street three, desolate.” Charlie Simpson reported into his walkie talkie as he charged around the area, his ears filled with the sounds of distant screams as bombs cascaded through the skyline, fire crackled all around filling his lungs with sparks as he aimed to find survivors amongst the ruin.

Hearing a scream, Charlie ground to a halt as a wall fell behind him, collapsing onto an already unstable section of the traditional London housing. Without another thought, Charlie charged over, searching for the source of the scream, his eyes landing almost instantly on a small blond male, his lower body trapped beneath a pile of rubble, his face pale and blood stricken, his bright blue eyes wide and staring, leaking tears at a continuous rate. Charlie rushed forward, easily hauling his large body over the rocks. He reached the blond's side and radioed his position to the leader of the operation, his left hand clasped tightly around the small man's hand.

“Don't worry, I'm here.”

Spaceman – Cinema Bizarre

“Look! I'm a spaceman!” James exclaimed as he plonked the large mixing bowl onto his head. The same bowl himself, Matt and Charlie were supposed to be using to make cookies.

“One, the correct name is Astronaut. Two, that's the mixing bowl for the cookie dough, which we now can't use cause it'll be full of your hair!” Matt snapped wiping his face without thinking and smearing a line of flour across his cheek.

“ARGH!!! An alien!” James yelled pointing wildly at Matt, his eyes huge as he reached for the squirty cream and held it in front of him like a gun. “Back you unearthly creature! Back I say!”

With a sigh, Matt turned towards the tall male who was stood chuckling to himself.

“Shut him up will you?” He snapped causing Charlie to smirk.

“Leave him, he looks cute with the bowl on his head.” Charlie replied shrugging lightly, only to have whipped cream sprayed at him.

“It's called a helmet!” was all that James choose to add in explanation.

Cute Without The E – Taking Back Sunday.

“I don't get that song.” James stated turning to face Charlie in confusion.

“Why not?” Charlie questioned wrapping his arm around the smaller blond's waist and pulling him down against him.

“Cute without the e? That's just...cut isn't it?” James replied his face darkened as he tried to work out the meaning behind the stupid song title. “...And the chorus makes no sense: and will you tell all your friends, you've got your gun to my head...I mean, why would you tell your friends that?!”

“Jay, Its a song.” Charlie stated simply before he began to nuzzle the sensitive spot behind James' ear in hopes to distract the small blond from his thoughts. He really did think too much for his own good sometimes.

“But...Its stupid. It's like me saying your Charlie without the e, so your Charli.” James replied as he tried to hold in the moan Charlie's actions were causing.

“There was no difference.” Charlie responded licking around the shell of the smaller males ear. “They both sounded exactly the same.”

“Exactly! The song makes no sense!” James sang poking his tongue out at his lover slightly.

Charlie just rolled his eyes. He had walked right into that one.

Circus – Britney Spears

James laughed happily as the various performers danced around the ring, contortionists, dancers, acrobats, all of them dressed in elegant, brightly coloured outfits, all of them showered with glitter that reflected across the audience as it caught the light.

James turned to watch the body sat next to him. Charlie had agreed reluctantly to accompany him to the circus which had recently arrived in town, Charlie had claimed he hated them, never saw the point and always ended up feeling sorry for the animals in the cages. In fact he had point blank refused to go until James explained animals weren't allowed any more, even after James had offered him sex as a bribe.

Now however, Charlie was sat forward in his seat, his hazel eyes wide as he watched the performance and as the lights danced across his hair, James smiled. He was glad he had managed to come see the circus, but he was even more glad that he had come with Charlie. There was always something different about seeing a show with your father, and a show with your lover.

And with that, James reached over and took hold of Charlie's left hand, clasping it tightly, successfully drawing the taller male's attention back to himself. Seeing a questioning look on the younger male's face, James merely smiled and squeezed his hand slightly, his smile widening as the squeeze was returned.

Whatever They Say – DBSK

James gasped quietly as Charlie placed butterfly kisses across his cheekbones, his face clasped gently between the younger male's large hands.

“Shush.” Charlie breathed gently, pulling James, if possible, closer to his body, before he continued his pattern across James' face, successfully wiping away any trace of tears that had previously been present.

“Why?” James breathed back, his arms tightening around Charlie's torso as his fingers dug into the soft fabric of the darker blond's t-shirt.

“I don't know.” Charlie whispered manoeuvring his head round to the small blond's neck. “I also don't care.” he added licking a pathway up towards James' ear, proceeding to nip gently on the lobe. “I love you, that's all that matters, they can say whatever they want and it won't change anything.”

“I love you too.” James choked back a sob, choosing to simply bury his face in the taller man's neck. “I just wish they would accept that.”

“They will one day.” Charlie sighed wrapping his arms around his blond. “And until that day, and for many days after that, I will always be with you.”

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Yeah I know theres supposed to be 10...but i fail T_T.
Also it gets quite hard to write with a bad leg, neck, back and shoulder.
5 will have to do for now....more will probably turn up later.

Fandom Drabble Test.

2009-03-07T23:09:32Z

Wish – DBSK

The press conference had long finished. James sat with his back to the window of his hotel room, his eyes tightly shut against the greying atmosphere around the room. A factor due to the torrential downpour currently lashing against the glass panes, as well as the impending doom that had been thrown across the inhabitants. The glass was cold, chilling him through to his spinal cord, a welcome distraction to the small blond. Everything had fallen apart, in the space of half an hour, everything had fallen apart. Not only was he losing his dream, but the man he loved as well.

“That fucker!” suddenly erupted from the other corner of the room, where James had almost forgotten Matt had taken residence the moment they had returned.

To this James offered no reply, he knew he should be mad at Charlie, should hate him for destroying everything, for throwing him away, just so he could regain his rock credibility in the eyes of his three other friends.

But every time he tried, every time he tried to despise the tall male, his heart thumped spitefully against his ribs to remind him that he had wanted Charlie to spread his wings, to become the free angel he had always been destined to be, he had wanted to free him from his cage.

And regardless of how much it pained him, that was still his wish even now.

Thinking Of You – Katy Perry

“Oh God.” James moaned, his mane of blond hair tumbling back over his pillow as he threw his head back in desire as a pair of plump lips scattered kisses across his torso. “Oh...g-good god. Oh fucking hell!”

His eyes scrunched up, determined not to look down at the body now mapping out the skin across his thighs. To the casual observer his eyes were closed in ecstasy, desire and overwhelmed joy. But both inhabitants of the bed knew differently.

James knew if he opened his eyes his heart would shatter once more when he realised the guy worshipping his body was not tall, muscular, blond or named Charlie. That the male sat between his legs was merely a replacement, someone to slake his stubborn lust, someone to take his mind off the fact that Charlie was no longer around.

Shaking heavily, James released, panting open mouthed as the body pulled itself back into a sitting position at the foot of the bed, his similar Hazel eyes darkening in sorrow as a sweat soaked black fringe slipped into his eye line.

He knew James didn't love him, but to Matt, the few times together with the blond were everything, and if it meant repeating the performance, Matt would allow James to imagine he was Charlie for as long as he wanted.

Forever – Chris Brown.

The music thumped obnoxiously loud across the crowded dance floor. The bass so high that the actual tune of the music faded into the background until the dancers were unable to differentiate between one song and the next.

Charlie frowned as he watched the various scantily clad women grinding against complete strangers on the dance floor from the comfort of his bar stool. He didn't understand why he was here in the first place, R 'n' B was not his scene what so ever.

Yet here he was. Supping on cheap, warm, beer and staring almost forlornly at the people who could actually enjoy themselves dancing to Craig Brown or whatever his name was.

All of a sudden, a flash of yellow caught his eye from amongst the throng. A blond angel, his mane of hair tumbling down over his jaw as he danced, his pale skin illuminated in the disco lights, the pale hue betraying a cute scattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose.

He glanced up. Eyes locking instantly with Charlie's, the pale blue almost flashing in the semi-darkness and Charlie realised why he even bothered queuing up for entry into this chav infested place.

“You should come and dance.” James gasped dropping unceremoniously onto the seat next to him.

Not bothering to reply, Charlie pushed the remainder of his beer towards the blond with a smile. If it meant seeing James dance, Charlie was sure he could endure the club for, as Charlie Brown or whatever his name is said, Forever.

Whisper – Evanescence.

He knew that not many people would accept their being together, knew there would be losses of family and friends on both sides, but to Charlie that didn't matter, as long as he had James by his side he would give up everyone.

But now as he sat curled up in an alleyway, his dark hair looking even dirtier then normal, his tanned skin blotched and blood stained, his body shaking with sobs, he changed his mind, he would give up everything to have James back.

The body clutched against his chest was growing cold, the blood draining out of his chest soaking into the denim of his jeans and making them heavy. He couldn't turn away, couldn't abandon James to the parasites and hungry animals that roam the streets.

Not even with the barrel of a gun pushed against his temple. The same offending weapon that tore through his blond's body with a deafening roar.

“No last words Charles?” a deep voice cut through his sobs causing his to raise his head defiantly and stare the man who killed his lover in the eyes. Expecting to see flames or something evil in the Hazel orbs, yet only seeing his own pathetic reflection.

“Why?” Charlie gasped, but he never got his answer, the hand clutching the revolver twitched against the trigger, another deafening boom escaping into the night air and Charlie crumpled, his arms still wound around James' body, the last thing he saw being the dark contrast of a Star on pale skin next to his assassin's thumb.

Unfamiliar Ceilings – Fightstar

The bedding was harsh and grazed irritably against his skin and not even the calming effects of the nicotine of twenty cigarettes could sooth his nerves. He was on tour again and once again without the softness of a body curled around his side.

It wasn't that he hadn't asked his small blond to come on tour with him, in fact he had begged and pleaded up until three minutes before he was due to leave. Yet James hadn't budged and now he was facing a tour of the UK without any form of comfort.

He shifted and nearly cursed aloud as the scratchy fabric bit at his skin. He didn't understand why hotels couldn't invest in decent linen, he was pretty sure that less people would be irritated if they did. How was he expected to be relaxed and refreshed for tomorrow's gig if he couldn't even get one sodding hour of sleep.

Truth be told it wasn't just the linen or the lack of a warm body beside him. As weird as it sounds, the ceiling was what was really messing with Charlie's head. Back home, James had taken to drawing on the ceiling, he really was quite the artist and with Charlie's strong arms wrapped around his thighs to lift him up, James had turned their bedroom ceiling into a giant canvas.

Almost as if his thoughts had been read, his phone began to buzz on the bedside table. He picked it up and answered it without looking. He knew who it was.

“Feeling homesick?” was all that James said down the phone causing Charlie to smile. Suddenly the sheets weren't so irritating any more.

My Little Princess – DBSK.

“Explain to me again why I agreed to this?” James pouted folding his arms across his the bodice of his dress, his mane of blond curls bouncing as he huffed.

“Because I promised you lots of amazing sex if you did.” Charlie retorted from behind him.

“But I'm in a dress!” James exclaimed as if the fact wasn't already obvious.

“Yes, and you have no idea how beautiful you look.” was all James heard before a pair of arms slid around his slightly narrowed waist, long elegant fingers playing gently with the beginnings of the dress skirts many folds.

“I'm not supposed to look beautiful, I'm a guy.” James whined before screeching as Charlie whirled him around, he really couldn't function in high heels. He hadn't even had time to regain his balance before a pair of lips crushed against his own deliciously.

“Guy or girl, you are beautiful.” Charlie stated pulling back, his arms remaining around his blond's waist. “Now, I think were more then fashionably late for Matt's birthday, shall we go?”

“If we must.” James sighed, hating the fact he had agreed to Matt's idea for a prince and princess theme to the brunette's birthday party.

“Come on then my little princess.” Charlie growled before sauntering off out the door.

Get Off – Cinema Bizarre

“Oh really? And what else?” James sighed down the phone, his hand slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans, before palming himself through the material of his chequered boxers.

“Hmmm....well, I'd probably make sure we finally put that chocolate sauce to use in the cupboard.” came the hoarse reply in between small grunts and moans.

“I like chocolate, is it my reward for being a good boy?”

“No, its my reward for being able to put up with your teasing text messages while I'm away.” Charlie replied.

“Can I lick it off certain...things?” James breathed slipping past the rim of his boxers now, his cock already oozing copious amounts of fluid at the mere thought.

“oh....god, y-you can lick it off whatever you want.”

“Even the table?” James snorted as Charlie groaned and called him an “unsexy bugger”

“Aww, fair enough, but when you get back your going to end up very sticky.” James purred before gasping inwardly as he heard Charlie groan heavily in the way he always did when he came before coming himself, his body shuddering as the sounds of Charlie's heavy breathing filled his ears.

“I...Look forward...to it.” Charlie gasped.

James however barely had enough energy to breath and settled for nodding before shutting off his phone. Not realising till some time later that Charlie couldn't see him nod.

Last Summer – Busted

The grass was uncommonly green in the bright sunshine. Then again, based on the fact it was London, the sun was uncommonly bright as well. A pair of young males were sat splayed out across the grass, the taller of the two sat up and seemingly watching the shorter, brighter blond, yet on closer inspection, was staring into space.

“What you thinking about Chaz?” James whispered not needing to open his eyes to realise he was being watched.

“Just everything here, the beauty of it all, the sun, the grass. You.” Charlie breathed in response. The older males eyes opening at the last word.

“Come here.” James whispered spreading his arms wide, allowing the darker blond to slide down against his side.

“I love you.” Charlie breathed against the shell of James' ear.

“I love you too.” came the reply.

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“I still love you.” Charlie breathed as he sat down in the grass again despite the cold drizzle of the traditional British summer time.

Yet no matter how many times he said it, James gravestone never replied.

Don't Jump – Tokio Hotel.

The wind was cold, chilling even, whipping around the bare shin's of the small blond stood on the ledge of the twelve storey hotel. Tears slid silently down his cheeks as he gazed out across the city.

If it had been any other time he had been on the roof, he would of marvelled at the way everything lit up around him like a birthday cake with too many candles, how the slight shower of snow flakes that fell over the area seemed to vanish when the light became too bright for the ice particles to be distinguished from the glass bulbs.

“James!” a voice suddenly cried from behind, a tall darker blond had just erupted from the doorway that lead down to the rooms. “James what are you doing?!”

“I'm sorry Charlie.” James whispered, not even sure his voice would carry over the night air.

“Don't Jump!” Charlie screamed rushing forward, his bright hazel eyes wide and filled with fear, his large hands reaching upwards for the smaller blond.

“They hate me Charlie, my own family, all because I'm with you. I cant deal with it any more, every time I get something in my life which I love or dreamed of, it all gets ruined.” James screamed.

“I know, believe me I know. But does it necessarily come down to this James? What about me? What am I going to do without you?” Charlie cried.

“I'm sorry Charlie, but...I just cant cope no more. I love you more then anything, but its just them. I want to be with you forever but...” James replied spitting the word “them” as if it were a curse.

Charlie said nothing, but climbed up beside his smaller lover, taking hold of one small hand and smiling, his face set in a grim determination. He knew what needed to be done

“I understand.” he began before pausing to observe the view. “Together then?”

“Together then.” James sighed a genuine smile crossing his face before they both bent at the knees and threw themselves forward, watching in perverse awe as the ground came towards them, their hands never separating once.

Carnival Of Rust – Poets Of The Fall

“SO FUCKING WHAT?!” was all that could be heard before an array of smashing reached the ears of the brooding dark blond sat buried in his copy of the latest Kerrang! Trying to convince himself as well as his house mate that he wasn't listening in on the lover's spat.

“GET OUT!” James screamed pushing the shocked Matt over onto the floor as he yanked open his bedroom door. “I don't want to see your cheating little mug around here any more.” the comment causing Charlie to sit up. Matt had cheated?

Without a word, Matt got to his feet and stormed out the flat muttering something about how it was James' loss.

“Oh god.” James gasped as it sank in that he had just told Matt to get lost and that he was probably not coming back. Charlie rushed to his feet and ran across towards the blond, his heart hammering as his brain fought over whether to comfort his friend of jump for joy that the arrogant brunette was finally out of the way.

“Just forget him James. You can do so much better. You can find someone who will treat you right and never cheat on you.” Charlie whispered wrapping his arms around James' middle, his heart leaping again as James easily settled into his hold.

“Like who?” James whispered turning in his younger friends arms and burying his face in this long neck.

“Like me” was what Charlie wanted to say, but as he opened his mouth, his throat seized up and he could do nothing but choke slightly. He knew that James would never love him as anything other then a brother and that alone caused his heart to freeze and rust away like old metal left out in the rain. He wanted nothing more then to feel those soft lips against his own, but instead he settled for the safe option, like he did every time Matt went in a huff, even though this time it was permanent.

“I don't know James.”

WOOOOO

2008-07-11T18:05:40Z

Really happy right now :D
Finally finished college for the year.
Dont have to go back till September!!!!
YAY!!!

Although now I have to go back in August for my results
Eeps!
Day before my birthday as well :(
Thats either going to make my birthday happy or absolutely shite!

But on a brighter note...
Now I have no college...
I CAN CONCENTRATE ON FICS!!
YAY!!!

That means I need updates to:
Murderous Intent.
Beyond The Sins Of Lovers.
The Trilogy and the conclusion to my Stolen Glance, Hidden Looks selection.
Next Contestant! <<< Eeps!
And any others i end up coming up with.

Had so much fun yesterday at college.
My friend/twin has a little teddy duck that she has attached to her bag...
we had a great time putting it in different poses and taking pictures :D
Im putting them on my myspace...so if you fancy looking at them let me know lol.

I suppose I should really get writing.
I'm wasting precious fic writing time!
*gasps*
TTFN
xxxxx