upside down (you're turning me) (NC-17)

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Hello! I'm Kary and I'm going to be the driver for this month's fantastic voyage in the crackvan. Hop on board and hold on tight!

I'm going to start with the story that made me fall back in love with popslash. See, once upon a time I followed popslash and then I went to college and thought I didn't have time for it anymore and then I graduated and tooled about and then I got bored one day and went in search of fic and THEN I read this and there's been no turning back around. But enough about me, on to the fic!

Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: JC/Justin
Length: ~8,400
Author on LJ: topaz119
Author Website: t_fic Fic Journal
Why this must be read: This fic is the best possible form of crack, genderswap mpreg. Topaz manages to throw these guys into a crazy scenario and not have it feel like insanity. What I love most about this fic is the way Topaz writes Justin. She strikes up a great balance that makes Justin feel realistic without having a lot of the characteristics of the "typical" Justin, namely the attitude and arrogance. Of course it also should be mentioned that this fic is pure genius and just fills me with complete joy. It's JC being so very JC and rolling with it and Justin being sweet and caring and wonderful.


Of course, JC didn't call, not until he was actually at the gate and Justin was tempted to ignore him completely, but then he figured JC was probably counting on him doing exactly that, which was for damn sure enough to get him to pick up the phone and snap out the code. He waited until he saw the familiar silver Mercedes make the final turn to pull up to the house, and then he went and got a beer. JC knew his way around and Justin hadn't been kidding about not being in the mood. JC wasn't a drama queen in the sense that he got all riled up about any little thing, but once he got going, it was out of control. Justin always felt as though he had those little angels and devils sitting on his shoulders, one firing off ways to help and the other listing out all the ways Justin could shut JC the hell up. There were footsteps in the hall and he was metaphorically saying hi to the current angel/devil combo when JC stepped into the kitchen and Justin was suddenly grateful for the counter at his back because there was no way he'd have been standing otherwise. JC stared back at him, his eyes wide and dark and serious. Her eyes?--shit, what pronoun was Justin supposed to be using anyway?


upside down (you're turning me)