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Ugh, nightmares and insomnia - why do they exist? So over that shit!

Next time I start feeling all whiny and shit, someone needs to shove me in the direction of stratospherique's LJ. It's probably wrong on some level that the Brat Prince Verse is happy place fic for me, but that's okay. Also, I owe stratospherique and apiphile comments, but the point is that BPV makes me happy.

I'm still playing catchup on drabbles/ficlets. I think it's a forever kind of prospect.

275 words, written for wook77, prompt: sectumsempra, scars, names

( Every scar tells a story, even when the tale is something a person wants to forget. )

225 words, written for phelixstar, prompt: van-days Bert and Quinn in a battle against the heat/boredom

( It is so fucking hot! )

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If I Told You I Was Drunk
skating!RPS || Johnny Weir/Adam Rippon/Stephane Lambiel || Adult || 2389 words
Disclaimer: lies and falsehoods, no harm or disrespect meant to the the actual people.
Summary: Um. Stephane's been trying to get Johnny to invite Adam for a threesome, and it finally happens?

A/N: Dedicated to my email chain girls, you know who you are. I don't even remember how this started. Much thanks to all of you (especially shutyourface and harriet_vane) for cheerleading, and to irisgirl12000 for betareading. All remaining mistakes are mine. Title from World Without Sunday's Drunk.

( Johnny is pleasantly buzzed and feeling quite content, tangled up in bed with Stephane and knowing that Adam is passed out on the couch. )