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Ryan! At The Strip Club
So, this little number has been sitting on my computer for months. And seriously, by months i mean, a long long time ago. This is only part one! I'm writing the rest but I wanted to see what people thought. So! Here. Read.
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Fic Post: It's Almost Valentines Day
And I'm showing my lack of enthusiasm towards the holiday by writing Ryan Ross.
I have outtakes for it, featuring second grade Ryan and Spencer, which will probably end up on here in the next few days, i'm assuming.
Have fun. Be nice.
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It’s not that Ryan, you know, hates Valentine’s Day. No, it’s really the opposite of that. He loves the theatrics ( Read more... ) -
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After the first week of warped tour, Mikey had learned to not be suprised by anything. That's why when he woke up mere inches away from Andy Hurley's face, the first thought to rush through his mind was that his teeth weren't brushed and oh god, Andy was breathing the same air and the only tastes in his mouth were stale beer, shitty weed and ( Read more... ) -
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Immediately after the last song of Warped Tour 2005 was played, me and half the kids in the state were looking forward to next July 15 to do it all over again. Soon after the week was over, I subscribed to AP Magazine, hoping to keep up-to-date with tour dates and what was going on with my favorite bands. I wasn't disappointed, but after I ( Read more... ) -
Insta-Fic...ish.
Sirius/James
321 Words
NC-17 (pure smut)
For: My Carlie.
"Oh, shit, Sirius."
James, without realizing what he was doing, had thrown his head back until it smacked against the cold tiles with a resounding thud. James wasn’t exactly in the state of mind to notice what he was doing at all. His eyes were sealed shut, but if they would have the usual ( Read more... ) -
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Ink - Part Two
Your hands slowly slid across his skin, colors fading and reappearing with their progression. You had always thought that the skin would feel different after all the ink had settled into the skin. Even after getting a few of your own you still insisted that the skin felt different. Your hand slid down, past sharp hip bones and ( Read more... )
