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Hi everyone! This is going to be my last rec of the month. Thanks for letting me come play, I hope you've enjoyed the fic!
Fandom: BIG TIME RUSH
Pairing: James/Camille
Length: 5 chapters
Author on LJ:poisonivory
Author Website: Fic master list
Why this must be read: This is, bar none, my favorite fic in the fandom. And not just because it's my OTP, I swear! This fic perfectly captures the tone of the show: it's seriously funny. Set a few years into the future, it's full of hijinks, hilarious situations, and fantastic dialogue. The characterization is also brilliant and true to the show, giving everyone who appears a moment to shine, even extremely minor characters who are only around for a line or two.
And besides, it's James and Camille fake dating while secretly pining for each other, my favorite, favorite trope. It's also warm and fun and sweet, and perfect if you want to end the month smiling.
Her manager Kimiyo was waiting in her trailer, lips tight and practically bouncing in her chair. Camille raised an eyebrow. “You know you don’t have to wait to ask my permission if you need to use the bathroom, right?”
“Guess who got nominated for a Teen Choice Award?” Kimiyo asked.
“The Windmills?” Camille guessed. “Oh, wait. No. No!”
Kimyo nodded.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Camille screamed. “I did? Really? For real really real?”
“Breakout Female,” Kimiyo said, and handed Camille the ballot. Camille scanned it frantically, half-noting the familiar names, until she found her category. Sure enough, there she was, halfway down the list in a lime green font that kind of hurt her eyes. But who cared about fonts, she was a Teen Choice Award nominee!
Now Camille was the one bouncing up and down with excitement. “Oh my God, I have to call my dad! I have to call Jo! I have to…”
“Unh-unh,” Kimiyo said. “Do it in the car. Right now you have to wash that blood off your face and change into this.” She held up a garment bag. “We’ve got a party in 45 minutes, and you need to see and be seen.”
Camille peeked into the garment bag. “Is it short?”
“You won’t be able to bend over.”
“Excellent.” Camille squeezed into the tiny bathroom and turned on the sink. “I’m in the mood to make a few waves.”
Dak Zevon's Guide to Fake Dating in Hollywood
Fandom: BIG TIME RUSH
Pairing: James/Camille
Length: 5 chapters
Author on LJ:
poisonivoryAuthor Website: Fic master list
Why this must be read: This is, bar none, my favorite fic in the fandom. And not just because it's my OTP, I swear! This fic perfectly captures the tone of the show: it's seriously funny. Set a few years into the future, it's full of hijinks, hilarious situations, and fantastic dialogue. The characterization is also brilliant and true to the show, giving everyone who appears a moment to shine, even extremely minor characters who are only around for a line or two.
And besides, it's James and Camille fake dating while secretly pining for each other, my favorite, favorite trope. It's also warm and fun and sweet, and perfect if you want to end the month smiling.
Her manager Kimiyo was waiting in her trailer, lips tight and practically bouncing in her chair. Camille raised an eyebrow. “You know you don’t have to wait to ask my permission if you need to use the bathroom, right?”
“Guess who got nominated for a Teen Choice Award?” Kimiyo asked.
“The Windmills?” Camille guessed. “Oh, wait. No. No!”
Kimyo nodded.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Camille screamed. “I did? Really? For real really real?”
“Breakout Female,” Kimiyo said, and handed Camille the ballot. Camille scanned it frantically, half-noting the familiar names, until she found her category. Sure enough, there she was, halfway down the list in a lime green font that kind of hurt her eyes. But who cared about fonts, she was a Teen Choice Award nominee!
Now Camille was the one bouncing up and down with excitement. “Oh my God, I have to call my dad! I have to call Jo! I have to…”
“Unh-unh,” Kimiyo said. “Do it in the car. Right now you have to wash that blood off your face and change into this.” She held up a garment bag. “We’ve got a party in 45 minutes, and you need to see and be seen.”
Camille peeked into the garment bag. “Is it short?”
“You won’t be able to bend over.”
“Excellent.” Camille squeezed into the tiny bathroom and turned on the sink. “I’m in the mood to make a few waves.”
Dak Zevon's Guide to Fake Dating in Hollywood