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Templum Bellonae » Popslash
Slash, het, and gen fanfiction recommendations // 929 stories in 44+ fandoms.
Slash, het, and gen fanfiction recommendations // 929 stories in 44+ fandoms.
At first, I didn’t think this was as funny as Jae’s other stories, but suddenly I was in the middle of it and laughing my ass off, so I guess it lived up to my expectations. Like most of Jae’s stories, I’m in it more for the humour than the romance.
Nick Carter writes a book. Well, fifteen pages doesn’t really count as a book, but…
Jul
01.
Think RPS is icky? Want to complain about people writing it? Read this first.
G // Non-fiction
Aug
28.
May
17.
Feb
12.
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Feb
11.
Lance has got all seven of ‘em.
Just as funny and good as everything else Jae writes.
“That’s not what I said and you know it,” Justin yelled, and slammed a hand against the steering wheel. Lance’s steering wheel. Even though it was Lance’s car, Justin was driving, of course, because apparently Justin’s dick would fall off if he ever had to ride shotgun while a non-professional drove. “It’s emasculating,” Justin had explained when Lance tried to take the keys, in the slow, awed voice he used for scraps of psychobabble he found particularly impressive. Justin had no idea why Lance might find that explanation insulting or enraging.
Or maybe Justin did. Maybe Justin was trying to make Lance explode in fury, because really, why else would Justin have found it even remotely appropriate to add, “Britney never minded”?
Feb
11.
Justin has a birthday. He doesn’t remember much of it.
It’s Justin/JC, but the pairing is almost incidental. Jae is the funniest popslash writer out there, and this is one of her best.
Justin had seen himself on TV and in photographs many, many times over the years. He was used to the way the cameras could distort his looks, make him look a lot better or a lot worse, but always at least slightly different than the face he was used to seeing in the mirror. But he had never, in real life or on tape, seen himself look quite as trashed as the Justin on TV who walked over and put an arm around Carson. In fact, Justin had never seen anyone look quite as trashed as the Justin on TV did.
Carson’s smug smile said he’d never seen anyone look quite that trashed, either.
Feb
11.
I laughed so hard my roommate thought I was choking. Link is to the first chapter.
“But it’s a good question,” Joey said. “Cause, see, if we’re talking about intercourse, I don’t know if I wanna play. But if other things count, well then…”
“I think any assisted orgasm counts,” Lance said thoughtfully.
“Oh, that sounds sexy,” Chris said. “Any assisted orgasm? Did you read that straight from the manual?”
“Do we both have to come?” Joey said.
“Jesus, Joe,” Chris groaned. “Sex with you is sounding more unattractive by the second. Between you being all selfish and Lance’s assisted orgasms, you’re giving us all a bad name. ‘Sleep with ‘N Sync for the utmost in cold, mechanical experiences. We’re sex machines. No, really. We’re machines.’”
*Nsync makes a bet: they each have to sleep with a Backstreet Boy. Wild and wacky fun ensues.