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Aaaaand today's featured author iiiiis! Silvia Kundera! :)

Silvia Kundera - Always Running
It' tagger!Sync. It's great. The characterisation gives me goosebumps

' Motherfucker,' Justin thinks. Such a bad idea to do this without SlowMo - Lance, who can actually think under pressure instead of running off blindly. He'd know the way out.

Brit always pops her gum, shakes her head, says, "Why you gotta be so stupid about it?". But really, he doesn't know.

That's just the way he is. "Go, go, go!" Spazz says again, twitching nervously.

And yeah... it's gonna be all about running blindly right now. 'Cause that's all he has.

Silvia Kundera and V - Exactly How It Never Was
Big! Gay! Timbertrick! Wheeee! And the scary thing is, I can so see Chris deciding to be gay one day. Freak.

But that didn't necessarily mean anything, right? So maybe for a straight guy [Justin] did take too much of an active interest in shoe shopping and getting his nails done, but Lance didn't really like either of those, and he was probably as gay as they came. So it didn't make sense to Chris to say that Justin was gay, because that was basing his views on stereotypes and that was wrong.

And then he saw it - blue eyes swinging down to arc clearly across their waiter's ass.

So he thought, then, maybe he'd just ask.

"Um." Chris scratched the back of his neck, and tried to look shy and sensitive or something. "I'm gay."

Silvia Kundera - Clack
Chris and justin discover that braces make kissing difficult. And dude, how I love this story. Cause, see, I mightmaybemight have a slight soft spot for the braces. And for Timbertrick. And for GermanEra!Puppies. And for sweet, fumbling kisses. *happysigh*

"You cut my lip!"

"Well, yeah. I have fucking braces," Chris says, and looks more than a little pissed off, but a bit guilty too, if you know what to look for. And Justin does.

Silvia Kundera - Once
It's Chris/Eminem, which shouldn't be that freaking hot, but it is. When I'm done puddling, remind me to hate Silvia for this.

"Hey," Chris says, and taps Eminem /"Marshall Mathers" sing-songs in his head/ on the arm with his glass. A drop spills - burgundy wine on blue nylon.

He's thirty, and it's kinda pissing him off, so he smiles. He thinks someone else should have to be pissed off too.

Apparently, it's Marshall's lucky day.

Silvia Kundera - How It Is
An ode to Timbertrick, by the Godess of Timbertrick. I'm not done with this being goo thing just yet.

You don't worry about group status and contribution, because Justin accomplishes enough for both of you. You nod in all the right places when Joey has to have it out, releasing that lingering bitterness over a sixpack or two, but you can't understand; not that you'd want to. When JC ran up to slap soft hands on your shoulders, shrieking with joy, and said, "Four tracks on No Strings are mine!", you smiled. And meant it. Because you had spent all weekend with Justin, a note pad, and a keyboard - screwing around and cheesing out. He says you're his inspiration, and means it - and not in some lame corny way either. Just... you are.

Silvia Kundera - Keep a Close Watch
Dude, I've seen this clip, and it's so ... something. This story fits so beautifully. I have no words.

But Chris was also solid and very much alive, sprawled out over the seats as the bus rumbled forward. Justin could tumble sideways to smack and curl into warmth, allowing a hand to press against skin that wasn't baby soft silk... but more real because of that somehow. He'd trace fingers over a thin twisted arm, aware of an unwavering gaze that spread from his neck and tickled down his side. He could feel the lead weight of Chris' eyes, but he didn't look up. Justin knew they'd be gone.

Silvia Kundera - Playing For Keeps
I have this thing, you see. For boys. And balls. (Oh, piss off.)

He shoved hard at Justin's chest, managing to pry him off. The younger man's face was flushed with desire, and his mouth crinkled in annoyance.
"Chris..."

"Why are you doing this?", he blurted out, throwing his hands up in frustration.

"Cause I want to..."

"Oh, and whatever Justin wants he gets? No thanks. I'm outta here."

Silvia Kundera - Noxema
Hey, wait a minute, this is O-Town slash! How did that get here? I blame the rec gnomes. *firm nod*

The thing about this Erik thing is... it's not a thing anymore. And that made lots of sense when it was kicking around in his head, but not so much now when he has the words strung out tight across his brain. Which is kind of the reverse of how this Erik thing is, actually, since it used to be some odd fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach with not so much to show for it, and all of a sudden it became this concrete unwavering fact.

And I've already rec'ed this on my page, but for completeness' sake:

Silvia Kundera - Pretty Boy
Joey's in love with who he used to be. Possibly my favourite TimberTone story ever. At the very least in the top-three.

And once, during a break, he made a few calls and stopped by for a moment - at a party, full swing.

"Hey... Long time no see, " Joey heard, and a slim arm slapped around his shoulders, then pushed off.

He isn't pretty anymore.

Comments

[silviakundera.livejournal.com]

eeeeeeeeeeee!

<- feels so loved! AND like the dirty, dirty whore she is! hehehe...

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Heee! My whore! I have a whore! :D

[likeahiphopsong.livejournal.com]

I have this thing, you see. For boys. And balls. (Oh, piss off.)

Oh my yes. And, heh.