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why_me_why_notOkay, I have way too many things saved on my laptop. I think that once it sits for a while, there's not a chance of me finishing it. So I'm gonna dump some of it on yall instead! :)
100 words, Sam/Jess, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reallythateasy, cooking, work, sleepy
Sam would never be “over” Jess, would never be able to forget about her and everything she was (is) in his life, but her presence is nothing like it used to be, not suffocating him with the mere absence of her (the reminder of his failure). There are little things he misses – sleepy mornings spent in bed, calling in sick to work to spend time together, long afternoons cooking together and dancing around one another in the kitchen. These things are all just memories now and he can’t imagine them with anyone else, mainly because his lifestyle won’t allow it.
100 words from the HP Eighth Year fic that lives in my head.
“This is bloody ridiculous,” Draco grumbled, following Pansy through the field. “Potter is probably going to murder me in my sleep.”
Pansy rolled her eyes and took her pack back from Draco. “Relax, Draco, it'll be fine. If Potter wanted to kill you, he'd have done it already. Actually, you're probably safer with him than with one of the other Eighth Years.”
Draco rolled his eyes and wondered yet again why he let Pansy talk him into coming along on this trip. Sharing a room with Potter, a weekend with Weasleys as chaperones, dragons. It was a recipe for disaster.
100 words from the Cash/Bden/Gabe that exists somewhere. This actually may beirisgirl12000's work, though.
Cash is definitely curious and he’s kinda distracted the rest of the day thinking about what Gabe said. His phone is almost dead so he leaves it on the charger during the show and ends up missing Brendon’s call anyway. He’s almost tempted to go to Gabe about it, but the smirk on Gabe’s face stops him. He tries not to think about it but ends up dreaming of Brendon and Gabe together. He tries to put it out of his mind, but apparently he talks in his sleep and Marsh heard him, and he will not let it drop.
130 words of Jared/Jensen. The beginning of what was supposed to be skinnydipping fic forwordsindreams.
"A quarry? Seriously? What, are we seventeen?"
Jared snorted as he shifted the truck into park. "Even if we were seventeen, you'd still be older than me. Spoilsport. C'mon."
Jared flashed a smile at Jensen, stepped outside the truck, and started stripping.
“Jared, you are just asking for trouble, man,” Jensen said, leaning over the seat to be heard out the open window.
“We’re on private property, no one knows we’re here. No cameras.” Jared hesitated only a moment before tugging off his boxers.
Fucking exhibitionist. Jensen couldn’t help but stare, even though he’d seen it before. He didn’t realize that he was staring, though, until Jared pointedly cleared his throat. Jared was smirking when Jensen raised his eyes.
“The only trouble is gonna be the kind we make ourselves.”
225 words of... uh, baby!panic? Idek. I have no idea where this came from or wanted to go.
“Spencer, please.”
Spencer looked up from the plate of food he wasn’t eating, resisting the urge to say, “What? I’m not doing anything!” Being rude to his mom wasn’t going to help anything.
His mom frowned and gave a pointed look at where Spencer was drumming his fingers against the tabletop. Huh. Apparently he was doing something. “I’m sorry. Can I be excused?”
His mom sighed but nodded anyway.
Spencer pushed away from the table and ran upstairs, looking for the cell phone he wasn’t allowed to have at the dinner table. No missed calls, and the only text was Ryan asking if he’d heard from Brendon. No, Spencer had not heard from Brendon. Spencer had no idea where Brendon was.
The fact that Brendon hadn’t called all day wouldn’t be so bad if Spencer hadn’t called his house that morning, intending to invite Brendon to go to the movies with him and Ryan that night. Brendon’s dad had said that Brendon wasn’t there and wouldn’t be back, so please not to call again. Spencer didn’t know what that meant. He hadn’t told his mom, since she would worry more than he was, but it was only a matter of time before she found out – he knew he’d been acting strangely all day. He just hoped that didn’t happen until after Brendon was safely located.
600 words of Morgan/Reid, leftover from Christmas drabbles and the prompt "someone gets a kitten".
Morgan tried Reid’s cell yet again, but he still wasn’t getting an answer. It was a lot less common for Reid to ignore him since they had started – well, whatever exactly it was they were doing, Morgan wasn’t sure how to classify, but it was something – but it still happened occasionally. Especially when he was feeling depressed about something, or worried about Morgan catching him in a lie. Like telling Morgan he was going to be in Las Vegas for the holidays when, according to Garcia, he was hiding in his apartment all alone. Morgan had been planning on going to Chicago, but the snow there had shut down the airports. He would call it Fate if he believed in that sort of thing.
Either way, he was now shivering in the cold wind as he made his way to Reid’s apartment with a bag of takeout in one hand and Reid’s present in the other. He stopped suddenly just past the alley at the corner of Reid’s building, sure he had heard something from the shadows. He stepped back and waited, listening. There it was again, a faint meow and a rustling of plastic. He watched and waited until a tiny slip of a kitten appeared at the end of the alley, eyeing his bag of takeout and keeping its distance from Morgan. The kitten looked far too small to be on its own to begin with, and Morgan could see dried blood on a gash on what was left of its ear.
Morgan crouched down and reached out his hand, waiting patiently as the kitten studied him, inching closer a little at a time. When the kitten was close enough, Morgan scooped it up, holding it close to his chest as he stood up and juggled the bag and box he was carrying in an effort to hang on to the wily little thing. One of Reid’s neighbors was coming out of the building and held the door open for Morgan with a smile and a Christmas greeting. Morgan made his way up the stairs, whispering nonsense to the kitten, who was too weak to fight much but was putting forth an effort anyway.
When he reached Reid’s apartment, he kicked the door, not hard but still loud enough to be heard. “Reid! I know you’re there, man, open up! I brought you a present!”
There was only the space of a few seconds before Morgan heard the click of the locks being disengaged and then Reid was standing in front of him, sleep-rumpled and adorable. His eyes widened when he saw the creature in Morgan’s hands. “You got me a kitten?”
Uh, no. If Morgan had picked out a kitten for Reid, it sure as hell wouldn’t have been a bloody, starving, feisty ball of fluff like the one he was holding. But Reid looked so happily surprised as he took the kitten and headed for the bathroom, barely remembering to hold the door open for Reid, that Morgan didn’t correct him. He set the food and Reid’s actual present on the kitchen counter before locking the front door and following Reid.
He stood in the doorway to the bathroom, watching as Reid gently cleaned the kitten up, talking as if the kitten could understand. The kitten seemed to be calmer, no longer fighting, and Morgan wondered if it knew Reid needed to take care of something as much as the kitten needed someone to care for it. Now that he was thinking about it, a rescued kitten was the perfect Christmas gift for Reid after all.
278 words, set the morning after Sweet Melody in the Epic 'verse.
Greta thinks it’d be too forward of her to ask Bob to come along with them for a while, even if she could do something like that without talking to her guys first, so she promises she’ll call him that night and settles between Frank and Brendon in the backseat of the cab back to where the buses are parked. She isn’t expecting to have Bob and Chris and Darren all waiting for her, looking like they’re pissed about something. She certainly isn’t expecting them to start in on her about where she’s been. Are they for real, with this? Because Greta hasn’t complained about Chris’s girlfriend spending the entire tour on their bus. She didn’t give Bob a hard time when he hooked up with Carrie, the merch girl last tour, even when Carrie caught him getting blown by a fan and it made hanging out at the table to talk to fans awkward. Plus, what did they think she had been doing with Bob this whole time? She talked to him every day for weeks now, and they hadn’t said a word when she passed up putt putt and pizza with her boys to go with Brendon and Frank when they got to Jersey. And do they really think she was going to let them interrogate Bob before she even had a chance with him? Wrong. It’s too early for this shit – she had a late night, and yeah, Darrin, that’s exactly what she means by that! – so she pushes past the three of them and hides out in her bunk with her iPod. She’s slightly freaked when she wakes up and can’t find her phone.
And some random things that I apparently saved after talking about them with various people. There are possibilities of fic here, but I'm obviously never going to write them.
<> I know there are dozens of schoolteacher bandom AUs, but something I read [one day a long time ago] made me want another. With Travie & Frankie being a favorite with the kids, and the parents don’t exactly approve when the kids decide to draw on tattoos, but at least they’re learning how to spell. And Greta was the awesome music teacher but she’s on maternity leave so her hubby – Bob Bryar – has his friend Patrick come sub for her. And Patrick has never formally taught music, but he has the patience of a fucking *saint* - he lives with Pete Wentz – and he can figure it out. He thinks.
<> At one point,irisgirl12000 and I were talking about putting a charity baseball game into the Epic 'verse. (I'm pretty sure this was a direct result of us attending an Astros game last year when I was in Houston.) Using the bands that we already have in the epic verse gives us more than enough players for two teams (Alicia is coaching one of the teams b/c she's too pregnant to play) but I wasn't sure how to divide them up. I remember something about the girls (LynZ, Jamia, Cassie, Greta) all being kick-ass and better than some of the boys (Jon tried to warn them when they started talking shit but no one wanted to listen) and they end up with too many players for two teams, so Pete decides that the boys from The Cab can be cheerleaders (he knows there are no cheerleaders in baseball, okay, but they have to do something, and besides, he's got this sweet idea for the cheerleading uniforms since Ryan and Gerard wouldn't let him plan the team uniforms) but Brendon ends up trading with Ian b/c Brendon can totally do the cheering thing. *Also, Gerard demands a pinch runner. Because he can't make it from home to first base without doubling over wheezing. He should really quit smoking. So he pitches a fit and they give him a runner and none of it matters because Gerard's artistic flailing with the bat aside, he never actually manages to connect with the ball.* (given to me by someone else when I was talking about this in comments of another fic)
<> I actually think this may beirisgirl12000's too. I steal a lot of her ideas. For some reason that involved Gabe, we were discussing mpreg one day and ended up talking about Frank/Gerard mpreg with Gee as the mommy. When the doctor gives them his diagnosis, Gerard thinks he's having a really bad trip, like back when he was using. Frank, on the other hand, has no trouble accepting it; he thinks it’s awesome and hilarious and wants to tell everyone. It takes both Bob and Brian to convince him not to. But then Mikey lets it slip to Pete so now quite a few people know anyway. Gerard is a bit angry. It’s not that he's ashamed about being homosexual or bisexual, although he thinks he's really Franksexual – there’s no one in the world who could resist when Frank's all growly and dominant and possessive – but he doesn't want Baby Iero-Way to start life with a barrier of preconceived notions to overcome. Gee’s pretty damned adorable pregnant, except he really has to give up smoking and he’s a bit of a drama queen at the best of times anyway. It is a little funny at first, but eventually Frank exhausts himself trying to keep Gerard happy and satisfied, the situation reaching the point that Mikey finally has to intervene. Not that Frank gets angry or anything, because it’s Gerard and they’re having a kid. A kid! Frank figures he should cut Gerard some slack – it’s hard quitting the cigarettes on top of being a medical miracle. Pete doesn't tell the press, just their mutual friends, but the gossip is starts to fly when Clandestine introduces a line of babywear. (Pete's happy for them, and a little envious, because he wants that one person who can be his world. But Patrick has never given Pete the slightest indication that he'd welcome Pete like that. Patrick would totally have Pete's babies except he knows he'd end up being the super-responsible dad while Pete got to be the fun one.) Frank thinks Gerard is hot when he starts to show. It reminds him of Gerard as he was before they got big, before Bert and the drugs, when they were just a bunch of misfits in a brokendown van.
<> Leftover from planning the NYE shennanigans in Epic 'verse. I want a ficlet where Patrick wakes up and there's mistletoe hanging everywhere so he keeps getting kissed and everyone else thinks its all in good fun but he knows it's Pete, especially after he sees Pete outside with a sprig of mistletoe in his hand (Pete's kinda a kiss-whore) and so Patrick goes to crawl back in bed where it's safe. Until Pete shows up, of course. And for Pete, the mistletoe is just a way to trick Patrick into letting Pete kiss him, b/c he really really wants to. And there's something about Pete calling him "my Patrick" and a big pillow fight and Patrick's kinda annoyed. He hates it when Pete's all possessive, since Pete fucks around so much. Patrick does forgive him, after the misteltoe thing and Pete's declaration that the love between him and Patrick is Epic and True. He still doesn't want Pete being all possessive, but he's going to give Pete the chance to prove himself, and if a weekend of non-stop sex is what he gets to kick that off, he's not complaining.
100 words, Sam/Jess, for
reallythateasy, cooking, work, sleepySam would never be “over” Jess, would never be able to forget about her and everything she was (is) in his life, but her presence is nothing like it used to be, not suffocating him with the mere absence of her (the reminder of his failure). There are little things he misses – sleepy mornings spent in bed, calling in sick to work to spend time together, long afternoons cooking together and dancing around one another in the kitchen. These things are all just memories now and he can’t imagine them with anyone else, mainly because his lifestyle won’t allow it.
100 words from the HP Eighth Year fic that lives in my head.
“This is bloody ridiculous,” Draco grumbled, following Pansy through the field. “Potter is probably going to murder me in my sleep.”
Pansy rolled her eyes and took her pack back from Draco. “Relax, Draco, it'll be fine. If Potter wanted to kill you, he'd have done it already. Actually, you're probably safer with him than with one of the other Eighth Years.”
Draco rolled his eyes and wondered yet again why he let Pansy talk him into coming along on this trip. Sharing a room with Potter, a weekend with Weasleys as chaperones, dragons. It was a recipe for disaster.
100 words from the Cash/Bden/Gabe that exists somewhere. This actually may be
irisgirl12000's work, though.Cash is definitely curious and he’s kinda distracted the rest of the day thinking about what Gabe said. His phone is almost dead so he leaves it on the charger during the show and ends up missing Brendon’s call anyway. He’s almost tempted to go to Gabe about it, but the smirk on Gabe’s face stops him. He tries not to think about it but ends up dreaming of Brendon and Gabe together. He tries to put it out of his mind, but apparently he talks in his sleep and Marsh heard him, and he will not let it drop.
130 words of Jared/Jensen. The beginning of what was supposed to be skinnydipping fic for
wordsindreams. "A quarry? Seriously? What, are we seventeen?"
Jared snorted as he shifted the truck into park. "Even if we were seventeen, you'd still be older than me. Spoilsport. C'mon."
Jared flashed a smile at Jensen, stepped outside the truck, and started stripping.
“Jared, you are just asking for trouble, man,” Jensen said, leaning over the seat to be heard out the open window.
“We’re on private property, no one knows we’re here. No cameras.” Jared hesitated only a moment before tugging off his boxers.
Fucking exhibitionist. Jensen couldn’t help but stare, even though he’d seen it before. He didn’t realize that he was staring, though, until Jared pointedly cleared his throat. Jared was smirking when Jensen raised his eyes.
“The only trouble is gonna be the kind we make ourselves.”
225 words of... uh, baby!panic? Idek. I have no idea where this came from or wanted to go.
“Spencer, please.”
Spencer looked up from the plate of food he wasn’t eating, resisting the urge to say, “What? I’m not doing anything!” Being rude to his mom wasn’t going to help anything.
His mom frowned and gave a pointed look at where Spencer was drumming his fingers against the tabletop. Huh. Apparently he was doing something. “I’m sorry. Can I be excused?”
His mom sighed but nodded anyway.
Spencer pushed away from the table and ran upstairs, looking for the cell phone he wasn’t allowed to have at the dinner table. No missed calls, and the only text was Ryan asking if he’d heard from Brendon. No, Spencer had not heard from Brendon. Spencer had no idea where Brendon was.
The fact that Brendon hadn’t called all day wouldn’t be so bad if Spencer hadn’t called his house that morning, intending to invite Brendon to go to the movies with him and Ryan that night. Brendon’s dad had said that Brendon wasn’t there and wouldn’t be back, so please not to call again. Spencer didn’t know what that meant. He hadn’t told his mom, since she would worry more than he was, but it was only a matter of time before she found out – he knew he’d been acting strangely all day. He just hoped that didn’t happen until after Brendon was safely located.
600 words of Morgan/Reid, leftover from Christmas drabbles and the prompt "someone gets a kitten".
Morgan tried Reid’s cell yet again, but he still wasn’t getting an answer. It was a lot less common for Reid to ignore him since they had started – well, whatever exactly it was they were doing, Morgan wasn’t sure how to classify, but it was something – but it still happened occasionally. Especially when he was feeling depressed about something, or worried about Morgan catching him in a lie. Like telling Morgan he was going to be in Las Vegas for the holidays when, according to Garcia, he was hiding in his apartment all alone. Morgan had been planning on going to Chicago, but the snow there had shut down the airports. He would call it Fate if he believed in that sort of thing.
Either way, he was now shivering in the cold wind as he made his way to Reid’s apartment with a bag of takeout in one hand and Reid’s present in the other. He stopped suddenly just past the alley at the corner of Reid’s building, sure he had heard something from the shadows. He stepped back and waited, listening. There it was again, a faint meow and a rustling of plastic. He watched and waited until a tiny slip of a kitten appeared at the end of the alley, eyeing his bag of takeout and keeping its distance from Morgan. The kitten looked far too small to be on its own to begin with, and Morgan could see dried blood on a gash on what was left of its ear.
Morgan crouched down and reached out his hand, waiting patiently as the kitten studied him, inching closer a little at a time. When the kitten was close enough, Morgan scooped it up, holding it close to his chest as he stood up and juggled the bag and box he was carrying in an effort to hang on to the wily little thing. One of Reid’s neighbors was coming out of the building and held the door open for Morgan with a smile and a Christmas greeting. Morgan made his way up the stairs, whispering nonsense to the kitten, who was too weak to fight much but was putting forth an effort anyway.
When he reached Reid’s apartment, he kicked the door, not hard but still loud enough to be heard. “Reid! I know you’re there, man, open up! I brought you a present!”
There was only the space of a few seconds before Morgan heard the click of the locks being disengaged and then Reid was standing in front of him, sleep-rumpled and adorable. His eyes widened when he saw the creature in Morgan’s hands. “You got me a kitten?”
Uh, no. If Morgan had picked out a kitten for Reid, it sure as hell wouldn’t have been a bloody, starving, feisty ball of fluff like the one he was holding. But Reid looked so happily surprised as he took the kitten and headed for the bathroom, barely remembering to hold the door open for Reid, that Morgan didn’t correct him. He set the food and Reid’s actual present on the kitchen counter before locking the front door and following Reid.
He stood in the doorway to the bathroom, watching as Reid gently cleaned the kitten up, talking as if the kitten could understand. The kitten seemed to be calmer, no longer fighting, and Morgan wondered if it knew Reid needed to take care of something as much as the kitten needed someone to care for it. Now that he was thinking about it, a rescued kitten was the perfect Christmas gift for Reid after all.
278 words, set the morning after Sweet Melody in the Epic 'verse.
Greta thinks it’d be too forward of her to ask Bob to come along with them for a while, even if she could do something like that without talking to her guys first, so she promises she’ll call him that night and settles between Frank and Brendon in the backseat of the cab back to where the buses are parked. She isn’t expecting to have Bob and Chris and Darren all waiting for her, looking like they’re pissed about something. She certainly isn’t expecting them to start in on her about where she’s been. Are they for real, with this? Because Greta hasn’t complained about Chris’s girlfriend spending the entire tour on their bus. She didn’t give Bob a hard time when he hooked up with Carrie, the merch girl last tour, even when Carrie caught him getting blown by a fan and it made hanging out at the table to talk to fans awkward. Plus, what did they think she had been doing with Bob this whole time? She talked to him every day for weeks now, and they hadn’t said a word when she passed up putt putt and pizza with her boys to go with Brendon and Frank when they got to Jersey. And do they really think she was going to let them interrogate Bob before she even had a chance with him? Wrong. It’s too early for this shit – she had a late night, and yeah, Darrin, that’s exactly what she means by that! – so she pushes past the three of them and hides out in her bunk with her iPod. She’s slightly freaked when she wakes up and can’t find her phone.
And some random things that I apparently saved after talking about them with various people. There are possibilities of fic here, but I'm obviously never going to write them.
<> I know there are dozens of schoolteacher bandom AUs, but something I read [one day a long time ago] made me want another. With Travie & Frankie being a favorite with the kids, and the parents don’t exactly approve when the kids decide to draw on tattoos, but at least they’re learning how to spell. And Greta was the awesome music teacher but she’s on maternity leave so her hubby – Bob Bryar – has his friend Patrick come sub for her. And Patrick has never formally taught music, but he has the patience of a fucking *saint* - he lives with Pete Wentz – and he can figure it out. He thinks.
<> At one point,
irisgirl12000 and I were talking about putting a charity baseball game into the Epic 'verse. (I'm pretty sure this was a direct result of us attending an Astros game last year when I was in Houston.) Using the bands that we already have in the epic verse gives us more than enough players for two teams (Alicia is coaching one of the teams b/c she's too pregnant to play) but I wasn't sure how to divide them up. I remember something about the girls (LynZ, Jamia, Cassie, Greta) all being kick-ass and better than some of the boys (Jon tried to warn them when they started talking shit but no one wanted to listen) and they end up with too many players for two teams, so Pete decides that the boys from The Cab can be cheerleaders (he knows there are no cheerleaders in baseball, okay, but they have to do something, and besides, he's got this sweet idea for the cheerleading uniforms since Ryan and Gerard wouldn't let him plan the team uniforms) but Brendon ends up trading with Ian b/c Brendon can totally do the cheering thing. *Also, Gerard demands a pinch runner. Because he can't make it from home to first base without doubling over wheezing. He should really quit smoking. So he pitches a fit and they give him a runner and none of it matters because Gerard's artistic flailing with the bat aside, he never actually manages to connect with the ball.* (given to me by someone else when I was talking about this in comments of another fic) <> I actually think this may be
irisgirl12000's too. I steal a lot of her ideas. For some reason that involved Gabe, we were discussing mpreg one day and ended up talking about Frank/Gerard mpreg with Gee as the mommy. When the doctor gives them his diagnosis, Gerard thinks he's having a really bad trip, like back when he was using. Frank, on the other hand, has no trouble accepting it; he thinks it’s awesome and hilarious and wants to tell everyone. It takes both Bob and Brian to convince him not to. But then Mikey lets it slip to Pete so now quite a few people know anyway. Gerard is a bit angry. It’s not that he's ashamed about being homosexual or bisexual, although he thinks he's really Franksexual – there’s no one in the world who could resist when Frank's all growly and dominant and possessive – but he doesn't want Baby Iero-Way to start life with a barrier of preconceived notions to overcome. Gee’s pretty damned adorable pregnant, except he really has to give up smoking and he’s a bit of a drama queen at the best of times anyway. It is a little funny at first, but eventually Frank exhausts himself trying to keep Gerard happy and satisfied, the situation reaching the point that Mikey finally has to intervene. Not that Frank gets angry or anything, because it’s Gerard and they’re having a kid. A kid! Frank figures he should cut Gerard some slack – it’s hard quitting the cigarettes on top of being a medical miracle. Pete doesn't tell the press, just their mutual friends, but the gossip is starts to fly when Clandestine introduces a line of babywear. (Pete's happy for them, and a little envious, because he wants that one person who can be his world. But Patrick has never given Pete the slightest indication that he'd welcome Pete like that. Patrick would totally have Pete's babies except he knows he'd end up being the super-responsible dad while Pete got to be the fun one.) Frank thinks Gerard is hot when he starts to show. It reminds him of Gerard as he was before they got big, before Bert and the drugs, when they were just a bunch of misfits in a brokendown van.<> Leftover from planning the NYE shennanigans in Epic 'verse. I want a ficlet where Patrick wakes up and there's mistletoe hanging everywhere so he keeps getting kissed and everyone else thinks its all in good fun but he knows it's Pete, especially after he sees Pete outside with a sprig of mistletoe in his hand (Pete's kinda a kiss-whore) and so Patrick goes to crawl back in bed where it's safe. Until Pete shows up, of course. And for Pete, the mistletoe is just a way to trick Patrick into letting Pete kiss him, b/c he really really wants to. And there's something about Pete calling him "my Patrick" and a big pillow fight and Patrick's kinda annoyed. He hates it when Pete's all possessive, since Pete fucks around so much. Patrick does forgive him, after the misteltoe thing and Pete's declaration that the love between him and Patrick is Epic and True. He still doesn't want Pete being all possessive, but he's going to give Pete the chance to prove himself, and if a weekend of non-stop sex is what he gets to kick that off, he's not complaining.
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Date: 2009-03-14 04:59 pm (UTC)There is more to that Bden/Cash/Gabe fic. I've got it in my cell phone, if you want it.
Also? It sucks being 1) without consistent internet and 2) sick.
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Date: 2009-03-15 12:49 am (UTC)I knew there was more of that fic somewhere.
Both of those things do totally suck! I'm sorry!
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Date: 2009-03-15 08:21 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2009-03-16 03:14 am (UTC)