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I got distracted writing other fic and am just now getting around to it, so if you want to prompt something in the timestamp meme now's your last chance!

Also I've been bad about remembering to mention stuff here when I post it at AO3 /o\. Stuff I've written lately:

In The Absence of Rules (Nicole/Spencer)
Nicole the wedding planner enjoys fighting with Spencer, the best man handling all the details of his friend's wedding, almost as much as she enjoys fucking him.

Things I Don't Know (Nicole/Spencer)
Nicole knows she doesn't want to get married yet; Spencer knows he doesn't have a thing for wearing women's clothing. And yet here they are, engagement rings on their fingers while Spencer tries on wedding dresses.

Also, [personal profile] lalejandra posted twitfic we wrote about Brendon slapping Spencer and Ian a lot: untitled brendon/spencer/ian nnngghh twitfic.
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Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll tell you what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

Fic (not!fic, commentfic, etc. are all also fair game: chatfic, commentfic, fic memes)
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So [personal profile] verbosewordsmith and I chatfic a lot. This is one of my favorite 'verses, the one where Panic/Zack/assorted bandom folks/Nicole Anderson/Mika (it's our ridiculous chat 'verse and we'll cross over what we want to, shut up) teach at an awesone artsy alternative elementary/middle school.

I don't capitalize or punctuate properly when I chatfic, which is way more jarring next to [personal profile] verbosewordsmith's actual proper typing skills /o\.

i want all the panic fic set in an elementary/middle school. brendon teaches music and jon teaches art and spencer teaches 8th grade and idk what ryan does. )
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Today is the best day, because it's [livejournal.com profile] mayqueen517's birthday, and she is the best lady. We must celebrate with porn. Empires porn! Sort of.

Set in my favorite head canon, where Empires + Jon + Panic + assorted other people all work in the sex industry. Jon produces porn, Tom is a fetish photographer, Ryan J & Sean are his usual models, Nicole Anderson is a brand new model, and Spencer Smith is a porno accountant (that is totally irrelevant to this fic, but it's such a good job title!).

973 words. Public-ish het fucking and brief mentions of rope bondage & chastity devices.

hardcore fucking going on @ my place right now )
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As told to [personal profile] verbosewordsmith. I apologize in advance for the complete lack of quotation marks and the astounding number of sentences started with "and". In this universe Jon & Tom were bb Boy Scouts, because THAT makes sense.

So as Jon & Tom get older they go on their own camping trips apart from the Boy Scouts and there is faily teenage experimenting in tents and it's great. )
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So this picture prompted a comment about Spencer going off to the office to keep Brendon in the lifestyle to which he'd become accustomed, and between that, a conversation about Spencer being into super high-end menswear, and my insatiable desire to stick Nicole Anderson into any conceivable universe, this not!fic about Spencer being incredibly wealthy and Brendon & Nicole being his hot trophy significant others was born.

No warnings, although the more pedantic among you might like to know that when I not!fic my grammar level is more "casual LJ commenter" than "writer".

Spencer is a higher-up at, idk, Place Rich People Work, Inc., and he met Brendon when he went to get a haircut on Ryan’s recommendation (Ryan makes stupid hair decisions, but even the stupidest ones are cut well, and Spencer’s hated all the expensive stylists his bosses have recommended). )

[livejournal.com profile] quintenttsy has podficced (not!podficced? pod!notficced? podficnot!ficced?) this! Go check it out and tell her how awesome she is!
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"WIP" isn't the right term for this; it's done, it's just not a complete fic. It's basically a pile of snapshots; there's a story in there somewhere, but there's no emotional arc, no problem to resolve and nothing that resolves it. Jon's assigned female at birth, comes out as transsexual fairly young, and begins transitioning in high school.

Some casual misogyny in the "scoffing at things that are 'girly' sense.

They're the best things Jon's ever seen, the ten or so straggly dark hairs on his chin. And for once, he's almost glad for seventeen years in this stupid body. )
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I don't feel one way or another about not finishing this one, but I kind of wish someone else had written something with the same idea. Set in the universe of TAI's Classifieds video; Kevin orders himself a friend when he's drunk and lonely at four in the morning.

The ownership of a person is probably something that needs a warning, huh.

The house is dark and quiet when Kevin finally unlocks the door and lets himself in; of course it is. )
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This is another one I'm kind of sad I never finished. The one thing JoBros fandom really needed was way more hookerfic. There's a random POV switch at the end because I had realized how OOC my Kevin was getting and thought it might work better from Joe's POV.

Offscreen violence. Incest.

'Fucker,' Joe grumbles, drops down into the empty chair like he weighs twice as much as he actually does, tosses his shirt on the table so it gets in the way of Kevin's budgeting.  )
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Love triangle in spaaaaaaace. Kevin runs a bed & breakfast (in space!) frequented by a band of fearsome space pirates (the most fearsome of whom is sleeping with Kevin) as well as a dashing space hero (who is sleeping with Kevin). I'm actually really bummed I never got very far in this one; there was going to be adventuring (in space!) and romance (in space!) and difficult decisions (in space!) and probably polyamory (in space!).

No warnings.

Kevin isn't exactly the most perceptive person ever, not when it comes to flirting, especially not when it comes to the galaxy's biggest heartthrob flirting with him, so it takes a lot longer than he might like to admit to put two and two together. )
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IDK, I have a crossover addiction, and before I wandered into bandom I was sticking Kevin in the fandoms I flirted with between my old fandom and Disney RPF. The timeline here is super jumpy because I always intended to go back and fill in more detail; basically, Kevin & Ianto meet, fall in love, move in together, there is Gwen-and-Rhys-esque drama about Ianto not telling Kevin what his job is, Ianto eventually tells Kevin, there is mpreg using alien technology, and sometime after that Ianto dies of Torchwood.

Porn, light bondage, sex pollen, pre-mpreg.

It wasn't that Kevin had a problem with their fans' enthusiasm, it was just that he'd always been a far more sedate person than either of his brothers, and had a much harder time adapting to the chaos. )
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At one point I had envisioned this whole universe where Zeke & Ryan hooked up the summer after senior year, Ryan & Kelsi were gay roommate bffs at Juilliard, and Zeke went to a culinary school within weekend visiting distance. This is still my headcanon for what happened after the movies.

No warnings.

It wasn't surprising that Zeke had become a constant presence at the Evans house – the way he fawned over Sharpay of course he'd spend every minute he could (meaning every time her mood had swung from 'ugh, Zeke' to 'meh, Zeke' or better) around her. )

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