two stories -- Alex/Ryland & Pete/Mikey
Two new stories, because it was just that kind of day.
Title: play it again sam (and this time make it count)
By: SA [sathinks]
Disclaimer: Mikey Way says it for me.
Notes: Believe it or not, this story started with Gabe Saporta. For cass404, because she has learned the error of her ways. Pete/Mikey, Mikey/Alicia. PG13, 1/1.
( Summer ends, okay, but it's not like the world stops. )
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Title: Plating a Quiet Dish
By: SA [sathinks]
Disclaimer: I refer you all to Mikey Way.
Notes: This was supposed to have either more ridiculousness or more porn, but it ended up more about Alex Suarez's love affair with the produce section. In a strictly platonic way! This takes place, um, pretty much today. Alex/Ryland, 4100 words, R, 1/1.
( When he wakes up in the morning, Ryland is gone, but the smell of coffee is in the air. Alex looks at the clock, and he totally slept for fifteen hours straight through; he hasn't done that since his pastry final a couple years ago. Outside Daylight Savings is working its magic; it's still bright blue with some wisps of clouds and the afternoon remnants of late-winter sunlight coming through the window. Alex scrubs a hand over his face and flops on his back. What the fuck am I going to do today, he thinks. It's hard to remember what life without soundcheck is like. )
Title: play it again sam (and this time make it count)
By: SA [sathinks]
Disclaimer: Mikey Way says it for me.
Notes: Believe it or not, this story started with Gabe Saporta. For cass404, because she has learned the error of her ways. Pete/Mikey, Mikey/Alicia. PG13, 1/1.
( Summer ends, okay, but it's not like the world stops. )
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Title: Plating a Quiet Dish
By: SA [sathinks]
Disclaimer: I refer you all to Mikey Way.
Notes: This was supposed to have either more ridiculousness or more porn, but it ended up more about Alex Suarez's love affair with the produce section. In a strictly platonic way! This takes place, um, pretty much today. Alex/Ryland, 4100 words, R, 1/1.
( When he wakes up in the morning, Ryland is gone, but the smell of coffee is in the air. Alex looks at the clock, and he totally slept for fifteen hours straight through; he hasn't done that since his pastry final a couple years ago. Outside Daylight Savings is working its magic; it's still bright blue with some wisps of clouds and the afternoon remnants of late-winter sunlight coming through the window. Alex scrubs a hand over his face and flops on his back. What the fuck am I going to do today, he thinks. It's hard to remember what life without soundcheck is like. )