Short: 31. Mother. Wife. Writer. Reader.
Long: Well, I'm new to Nsync fiction to be honest. I've always been a fan, but my writing has always been BSB-centric. I've had story ideas for the Nsync guys but never had the courage to actually write them until now. So the amazing welcome I've received has just made me feel that much better about writing it.
I live in a small (read: blink and you miss it) town in Virginia. My life is centered on my two kids (7 year old Kevin and 5 year old Katie). I like to do web design. I like to make graphics. I love to read and write. 7 cats share our home (Puss, Dora, Boots, Cap'n Jack, Snuggles and Smokey - RIP Peanut), and innumerable animals are always showing up. Deer, squirrels, rabbits, foxes, birds, dogs, even skunks...
I'm exceedingly shy. Praise makes me feel good, but then I don't know how to respond to it other than 'thanks'. Criticism causes me to draw further within myself and I have a constant fear of letting others down. However, I can be boisterous and extroverted if I feel comfortable. So I guess that makes me a shy extrovert? Or maybe just a walking contradiction.
Sometimes, goodbye has to be recanted
The tigers come out at night, with their voices soft as thunder as they tear your hopes apart and they turn your dream to shame
Some dreams are meant to come true.
Secret Santa fic for bobbilynn!! Or, since it's past Christmas, Twelfth Night fic for bobbilynn! Or, if you're a space geek, Sixth Anniversary of the discovery of dwarf planet Eris fic for bobbilynn!
Smut. Pure and simple s-m-u-t.
You're safe, no one will find you... Your fears are far behind you...
When she had given up hope she found him. He welcomed her into his heart with no questions. He wouldn't have liked the answers anyway...
For My Secret Santa, ninabina!
To him it's not that big a deal, but to her it's everything.
You're not supposed to be here. But you don't care anymore.
Let hopes pass, let dreams pass
Let them die
Without you, what are they for?
I'll always feel no more than halfway real
Till I hear you...
He has always been told that beauty is only skin deep, but Justin Timberlake finds himself facing his own fears when he meets Johanna Tucker, who happens to be far from the statuesque models he has become accustomed to. The unlikely pair forges an interminable friendship, both knowing that something more is just a word or two away...
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