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[the_sidewinder]

This is a message for Vik:

Dear Vik.

You are not online. Therefore, you are gay.

Lots of love, Ross.

This is a message for everyone else who is online and not gay: Please comment with prompts for drabbles. I am bored and derive pleasure from writing things for people. Yeah, it's been done before, but then so has sex and no one complains

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CREAKING FLOORBOARDS

[the_sidewinder]

He’s not sure if it’s the pot he’s been smoking, or the few (read: eight) bottles of beer he drank before collapsing into bed, or perhaps the late (early? It’s definitely past four in the morning) hour, but from under his pile of blankets, Joe can hear something. Tentatively he pulls the duvet away from his head (he likes to cocoon himself entirely when he sleeps) (but that would just be better insulation if he did get stabbed, right? Not that he was likely to get stabbed but just in case…) and there is another noise, the same as the first, a high-pitched squeaking right outside his door. Joe isn’t a brave man at the best of times, and now is certainly not the best of times, what with his flat making peculiar noises and his life suddenly in mortal danger, probably. But he has some self-pride, and he has a baseball bat right next to his bed (be prepared, that’s the only thing Joe remembers from his brief stint in the Scouts) so he slips out from between the sheets as silently as possible, clutching the smooth handle of the bat, and pads towards the door. The floor outside squeaks again, and Joe pauses, shaking himself to muster up the courage. Then he lurches forward, drags open the door and comes within three millimetres of braining Jon quite severely.

Once they’ve both got their breath back, the first thing Jon says is, “What. The. Fuck.”

“How long were you out there, man?” Joe asks. Jon avoids his eyes, shrugging in an attempted-nonchalant way.

“Couple of minutes.”

“Couldn’t you knock?”

“Didn’t want to wake you.”

“Why are you here?” And Jon lifts his head and finally meets his eyes.

“My room is cold.” And even though the heating in the flat is on full blast, and Jon is wearing pyjamas and a thick jumper, Joe stands aside to let the other man in, deciding there’s definitely enough room in his cocoon for two.

Re: CREAKING FLOORBOARDS

[sexy_schnitzel]

OH MY GOD.

BASEBALL BAT.

AND AND BED.

AND BED. AND JONWALKER BEING ALL COOL. AND POSSIBLE SPOOING AND UNFLUFFY FLUFF AND STONED!JOE. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

I LOVE YOU.

Re: CREAKING FLOORBOARDS

[the_sidewinder]

UNFLUFFY FLUFF??

DUDE I NEVER WROTE A FOB PERSON BEFORE. WAS IT OKAY?

Re: CREAKING FLOORBOARDS

[sexy_schnitzel]

I HAVE NO IDEA I DUNNO WHAT THEY ARE LIKE. XD ALL I KNOW ABOUT J-TROH IS THAT HE'S FIT AND JEWISH AND APPARENTLY PERMANENTLY STONED?

Re: CREAKING FLOORBOARDS

[the_sidewinder]

I SEE. WELL THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL I HAD TO GO ON, MINUS THE FIT PART, PLUS THE "LYNS THINKS HE'S FIT" PART.

Hey I hope Anna isn't getting spammed with all these comments. SORRY IF YOU ARE ANNA.

Re: CREAKING FLOORBOARDS

[sexy_schnitzel]

ANNA?

WHAT IS ANNA?

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[the_sidewinder]

ANNA CANVEYISLE ANNA. WHO REQUESTED THE JOSHUA/MIKEYWAY DRABBLE.

Re: CREAKING FLOORBOARDS

[sexy_schnitzel]

OH.

LOVECATS.

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[onneonlights]

*rolls around happily*