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  <title>Tales from the Dork Side</title>
  <subtitle>The Typo Queen</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>The Typo Queen</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-25T20:08:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:524098</id>
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    <title>Like I Do</title>
    <published>2008-07-25T20:08:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-25T20:08:20Z</updated>
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    <category term="x-men"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Like I Do&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Victor/Amadeus, Victor/Julian&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 7. Sadomasochism&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 226&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Julian’s not exactly pleased to know who Victor’s planning to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes: Sequel to &lt;a href="http://dorksidefiker.livejournal.com/519955.html"&gt;Three Little Words.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You’re going on a date with &lt;i&gt;Amadeus Cho&lt;/i&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Victor slipped on his favorite leather jacket and inspected his face in the mirror for any sudden outbreaks of pimples or scales.  “Is there a problem, Julian?” he asked sweetly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Besides the fact that the guy’s a grade A world class &lt;i&gt;freak&lt;/i&gt;?”  Julian made a disgusted noise.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“He’s cute, he’s funny, and he likes animals.  I’m failing to see the problem.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“The problem,” Julian replied, planting his hands on the wall beside Victor’s head, trapping him in place, “is that you’ve decided to run off after God knows what when we had a good thing going.  He’s got no idea how you like to be touched-”  Ghostly telekinetic fingers danced lazily up his spine, “-how you like to be &lt;i&gt;hurt&lt;/i&gt;-”  Claws ripped down Victor’s back, making him hiss and arch his back as Julian pressed closer, his lips hovering above Victor’s pulse.  “Not like I do.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Victor’s eyes fluttered closed, and he tilted his head back, fisting his hands in Julian’s shirt.  Then he gave Julian a shove, sending him sprawling on the floor.  “I look forward to showing him.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:523826</id>
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    <title>dorksidefiker @ 2008-07-25T11:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-25T18:16:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-25T18:16:59Z</updated>
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    <category term="x-men"/>
    <content type="html">Yes, another &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='fanfic50' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fanfic50/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fanfic50/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fanfic50&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; table.  Cause I'm not happy unless I have a whole bunch of prompts to run with Victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: In Progress&lt;br /&gt;0/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="2" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;001.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Focus&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;002.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Room&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;003.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sink&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;004.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Story&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;005.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pool&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;006.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hook&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;007.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Maze&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;008.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bold&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;009.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Crush&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;010.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Heal&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;011.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Branch&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;012.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Reign&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;013.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Echo&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;014.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shadow&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;015.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dusk&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;016.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dawn&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;017.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Plain&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;018.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;File&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;019.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Charm&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;020.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Plan&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;021.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Blink&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;022.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Grin&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;023.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spoon&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;024.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Panic&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;025.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Snow&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;026.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Patrol&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;027.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Opportunity&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;028.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Vertical&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;029.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Horizon&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;030.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Replace&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;031.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fool&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;032.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Intervention&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;033.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Gift&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;034.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Restless&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;035.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Weight of the World&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;036.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wild&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;037.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Harsh&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;038.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Initiative&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;039.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pang(s)&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;040.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Primal&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;041.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bribery&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;042.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Theft&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;043.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Impatience&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;044.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pray&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;045.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Merchandise&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;046.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Survivor&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;047.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Captured&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;048.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Uncivilized&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;049.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Poke&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;050.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Writers' Choice&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:523595</id>
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    <title>A Quiet Rage</title>
    <published>2008-07-25T18:06:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-25T18:06:28Z</updated>
    <category term="marvel"/>
    <category term="young avengers"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; A Quiet Rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Young Avengers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Kate, Cassie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 2. Hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 117&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Kate’s waiting for her chance at the Puppet Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kate wanted to find the Puppet Master and shoot him full of arrows.  She was generally pretty bad at actually hating people, but she &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; hated this guy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Theoretically, he was taken care of now.  He wouldn’t be hurting anyone... but she was far too aware of how people like him kept getting out of prison.  Kate suspected that it might not even be that long before she got her chance at giving the Puppet Master the kind of beating that he really, truly deserved.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Much Rejoicing</title>
    <published>2008-07-25T17:48:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-25T17:48:59Z</updated>
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    <category term="marvel"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Much Rejoicing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Runaways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Chase, Nico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 13. Celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; It’s Nico’s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“No birthday spankings?”  Chase teased with a mock pout, holding Nico’s birthday present above his head.  “Not even a little one?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“What happens between me and Victor is none of your business, perv,” Nico replied tartly.  “What’d you get me?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chase sucked on his teeth, still holding the box out of her reach.  “It’s not your birthday &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;,” he reminded her.  “Patience.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“When,” Nico snorted, “did you turn into such a grown-up.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You take that back, or I take this back.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:523034</id>
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    <title>Hard to Find</title>
    <published>2008-07-24T21:00:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T21:00:57Z</updated>
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    <category term="young avengers"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Hard to Find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Young Avengers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; A couple of unfortunate SHIELD agents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 27. Illusive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 156&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; The Young Avengers are proving very hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“It’s like these kids just disappeared into another dimension.  &lt;i&gt;Please&lt;/i&gt; tell me we’ve got more coffee.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Have you checked with the witch kid’s family?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“There are agents watching &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; their families 24/7.  I probably know more about them at this point than &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; do. Cap Jr. collects classic Hardy Boys.  I’ve never seen so many first editions in one place.  And the rich girl has &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; too many sharp things in her bedroom.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Has Ant-Man’s kid been any help?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Not really.  She’s not saying much.  I’d &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; to talk to her more, but Director Stark’s kind of protective.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You... don’t think they’re really in another dimension, do you?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“With this group, you never really know.  God, this coffee is &lt;i&gt;awful!&lt;/i&gt;”</content>
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    <title>Five Fingered Discount</title>
    <published>2008-07-24T20:02:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T20:02:35Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Title: Five Fingered Discount&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Runaways&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Xavin/Karolina&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 66. Take&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 100&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Xavin got Karolina a pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Do you like it?” Xavin asked eagerly, scanning Karolina’s face as she held the pendant up, watching the diamonds sparkle in the light.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“It’s lovely... but where did you get it?”  she asked, slightly suspicious.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Xavin chose to take the honest approach... sort of.  “The jewelry store.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“With what?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Xavin squirmed a little, and Karolina sighed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Supplies are one thing, honey.  &lt;i&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; is totally different.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:522499</id>
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    <title>Wound</title>
    <published>2008-07-24T18:06:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T18:06:26Z</updated>
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    <category term="x-men"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt; Wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt; X-Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters: &lt;/b&gt; Anole, Beast, mentions of X-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt: &lt;/b&gt; 24. Stabbed in the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count: &lt;/b&gt; 164&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt; Victor’s no Wolverine, but he does heal pretty fast.  Unfortunately, not fast enough for his comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Notes: &lt;/b&gt; I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor rested his chin on his forearm and squirmed as Dr. McCoy peeled the bandages away from the knife wound on his back.  He winced as the doctor gently probed the flesh around the slash and made noises that were probably supposed to be reassuring.  “That seems to be healing nicely,” McCoy said, applying a fresh bandage and taping it down.  “At the rate you’re healing, it shouldn’t even leave a scar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It still hurts,” Victor said, wincing again.  “It’s not infected or anything, is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Laura keeps her claws very clean, and we got this bandaged up very quickly.  You’ll be fine, though I imagine it will hurt for a while longer.”</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Nac Mac Feegle</title>
    <published>2008-07-24T17:34:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T17:34:34Z</updated>
    <category term="marvel"/>
    <category term="x-men"/>
    <category term="that damn mpreg"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt; Nac Mac Feegle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt; Marvel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters: &lt;/b&gt; Jono and a couple of OCs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt: &lt;/b&gt; 63. Early Morning Blues and Greens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count: &lt;/b&gt; 148&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt; It’s November 1st, and his children are still blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Notes: &lt;/b&gt; Part of my That Damn Mpreg series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost seven in the morning on November 1st, and Angel and Zeke Starsmore were still blue.  Jono crouched beside the tub, his internal fire drying his sodden clothes, and glared at the bottles of blue body pain lined up on the tank of the loo.  The stuff was supposed to wash right off with water, but his children continued to look like overgrown Smurf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll nae be fooled again!”  Zeke shrieked, splashing his sister.  She splashed him back, gleefully informing him that there could be only ten thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;Never again,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; he said.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:522160</id>
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    <title>Lesson Plan</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T20:58:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T20:58:01Z</updated>
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    <category term="x-men"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Lesson Plan&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Victor, Alani&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 77. Productive&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 126&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Victor’s a little bit nervous about doing this.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alani rested her chin on the back of her chair and grinned.  “All set of your first class?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I’ve got Mr. Wagner’s original lesson plan, I’ve got my ideas, and I’ve got students,” Victor said.  “I’m good to go.”  He hesitated.  “God, I’m gonna mess this up!” he moaned, burying his face in his hands.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alani patted Victor’s shoulder.  “You’ll be fine.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Why did I agree to do this?” he asked, peering at Alani from between his fingers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Because you secretly long to prance around in a floofy shirt waving a sword?”  she suggested.</content>
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    <title>Experiment</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T19:56:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T19:56:24Z</updated>
    <category term="runaways"/>
    <category term="marvel"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Experiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Runaways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Nico/Karolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 8. Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 108&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Nico decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nico’s lip gloss tasted like coffee.  Karolina licked the taste from her own lips and felt a shiver run down her spine as she met Nico’s eyes.  “Okay,” she said, squirming a little as the dark haired witch leaned back.  “So.  Uh.”  She blushed, looking away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nico touched her lower lip with her finger.  “It was nice,” she said softly, running her tongue over her lips.  “It was... &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; nice.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Karolina nodded, the taste of Nico’s lip gloss still on her tongue.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:521499</id>
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    <title>Like a Man</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T18:05:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T18:05:31Z</updated>
    <category term="marvel"/>
    <category term="x-men"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt; Like a Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt; X-Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters: &lt;/b&gt; Julian/Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt: &lt;/b&gt; 4. Take it like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count: &lt;/b&gt; 143&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt; Victor just wants Julian to slow down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Notes: &lt;/b&gt; I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus Christ, Julian, ease off,” Victor moaned, picking up a pillow and giving the telekinetic a whap across the back.  Julian laughed, running his fingers lightly across Victor’s ribs, making the reptilian mutant squirm and roll onto his stomach.  Victor pulled the pillow over his head.  “&lt;i&gt;Julian&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”  Julian rolled Victor over and pinned him to the bed.  “Take it like a man, you wuss.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have been.  Now I’m tired and I need to &lt;i&gt;rest&lt;/i&gt;.”  Victor squirmed more, bucking Julian off.  “Don’t you ever sleep?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve got loads more interesting things to do,” Julian purred, biting Victor’s shoulder gently.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:521398</id>
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    <title>The Time Bobby Slept with Gunther</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T17:27:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T17:27:57Z</updated>
    <category term="that damn mpreg"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; The Time Bobby Slept with Gunther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Universe:&lt;/b&gt; That Damn Mpreg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; He really had no idea what he was getting in to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunther stretched slowly, delighting in the bit of post coital movement.  “You’re going?” he yawned, watching the pretty blonde shimmy back into her pants.  “So soon?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think you’d find me nearly so pleasant company in the morning, she said with a soft laugh, tossing her hair.  “So I’ll be on my way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not without your shirt,” Gunther growled, snatching the bit of cotton away.  “You’ll stay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shan’t,” she said with a sniff and a snap of her fingers, leaving Gunther suddenly alone, the smell of the woman lingering on his sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God, Bobby, put those away!”  Becca howled, covering her eyes with her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby looked at Becca, then down at his – or more accurately, &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; -- chest.  She rocked back and forth on her heels, watching the flesh jiggle.  “I never realized how much fun these things are,” the reality warper said, cupping her new breasts.  “I should become a girl more often.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop that.  Where’d your shirt go?”  Becca asked, looking everywhere but at her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gunther Thorson has it,” Bobby said proudly, still fondling her breasts.  “You know, these could be bigger.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca went completely still.  “How,” she asked quietly, in her ‘I’m trying to be calm and reasonable, but you’re not helping’ voice, “did Gunther Thorson – your &lt;i&gt;arch enemy&lt;/i&gt;, get your shirt?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby smirked.  “You know, I kinda wish I could shape shift like you do, cause that would make this so much easier.  God, the things you and Wally must get up to…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are not having this conversation, Robert Stephan.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:521077</id>
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    <title>Bombs Away</title>
    <published>2008-07-22T20:05:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T17:25:22Z</updated>
    <category term="marvel"/>
    <category term="x-men"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Bombs Away&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Generation X&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Emma, Jono&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 74. Playful&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 101&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Summary: There are times when Jono can be surprisingly playful.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Emma picked a piece of bright yellow balloon out of her hair, trying to shake the water out as she opened her mind.  “Which one of you,” she asked from between clenched teeth, putting a hint of a telepathic push behind her words, “threw that?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another bright, water filled balloon arched across the lawn, bursting all over Emma’s perfect shoes.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;Me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Jono announced, hefting another water balloon.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:520905</id>
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    <title>Secrets</title>
    <published>2008-07-22T18:06:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-22T18:06:13Z</updated>
    <category term="mc2"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; MC2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Mary Jane, Ben, Peter, May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 22. Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 162&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Mary Jane is non to pleased with her husband and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane stood in the middle of the living room, watching her son crawl across the ceiling, gleeful and oblivious to his mother’s rising anger.  She took her eyes off Ben just long enough to glare at both her husband and her daughter.  “So, when were you two going to tell me he could do this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter kept his eyes on the ceiling and Ben while May inspected her boots like her life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane made a disgusted noise.  “peter, I want him checked out by someone who might be able to tell us what’s going on.  Call whoever you have to.  May, you’re watching him until then.  You are &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; to leave this house.  Am I understood?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes’m,” the two Parkers said as one.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:520507</id>
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    <title>Normal Again</title>
    <published>2008-07-22T17:34:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-22T17:34:19Z</updated>
    <category term="mc2"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Normal Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; MC2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Franklin Richards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 13. Want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 131&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Franklin wants, more than anything, to be normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel like the Phantom of the Opera,&lt;/i&gt; Franklin thought as he ran his fingers over the smooth mask that enveloped his whole head.  It was – technically -- very comfortable, but just thinking about it made his whole body itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He missed being able to go out like a regular person.  He missed his band.  He missed behind handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thought made him snort with derision at his own vanity.  He’d never given a moment’s thought to his looks before he’d exposed himself to the cosmic rays, but now that they were gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just wanted to be normal again.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:520423</id>
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    <title>Bleeding</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T21:07:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T21:07:27Z</updated>
    <category term="marvel"/>
    <category term="x-men"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Josh/Victor&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 16. You’re bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 145&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Josh is being rather creepy.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Josh trailed a finger lightly along the fresh cut right along the edge of Victor’s carapace.  His golden fingers came back bloody as Victor jerked back, frowning.  “You’re bleeding,” he stated, rubbing the blood into his fingertips and starting at the wound.  “You should let me heal it.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine,” Victor insisted, a small flush creeping up his cheeks and turning his skin faintly purple.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“It would just take a second,” Josh pointed out, still starting at the cut.  Victor pressed his hand to the sluggishly bleeding wounds, stepping back from Josh until his back hit the wall.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I’m &lt;i&gt;fine&lt;/i&gt;,” he repeated.  “See?  Bleeding’s practically stopped.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Why won’t you let me heal you?”  Josh asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Because you’re being creepy.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:519955</id>
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    <title>Three Little Words</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T20:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T20:14:07Z</updated>
    <category term="marvel"/>
    <category term="x-men"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Three Little Words&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='fullmetal_cute' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fullmetal-cute.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://fullmetal-cute.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fullmetal_cute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I own nothing&lt;br /&gt;Characters/Pairings: Julian/Victor&lt;br /&gt;Table/Prompt: Table 3/7. Love&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 230&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Julian’s fine the way things are, but Victor wants something more.&lt;br /&gt;Warnings/Spoilers: Slash. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Victor pulled both of his legs up and planted then in the middle of Julian’s chest, giving the black haired boy a carefully calculated shove.  Enough force to get Julian off him, but not enough to actually hurt him.  “No.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“No?”  Julian looked at Victor with a puzzled expression.  “Wait, what?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Victor sat up, pulling his shirt back down.  “I’m not someone you can just pounce on every time you wanna get off, Julian.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Julian raked his hands through his hair and watched Victor get out of the bed, still rearranging his clothes.  “What brought this on?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I want a real relationship with someone who &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; me, instead of someone who fucks me whenever he feels like it.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Ah hell.  Vic, we &lt;i&gt;agreed&lt;/i&gt; that this was just a sex thing.  Friends with benefits or whatever, remember?”  Julian scrambled out of the bed, following Victor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, and now I’m ready for more, from someone else.”  Victor reached for the door handle and caught Julian’s woebegone look at his erection.  “I’m sure you’ll find someone else who’ll sleep with you while you wait for Sofia,” he added, shutting the door behind him.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:519827</id>
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    <title>Creep</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T18:31:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T18:31:04Z</updated>
    <category term="marvel"/>
    <category term="x-men"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Creep&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Josh, Kevin, Victor&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 3. Killing Blow&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 166&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Josh is going to fix everything, including Victor.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes: Sequel to &lt;a href="http://dorksidefiker.livejournal.com/478641.html"&gt;Empire.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Victor pressed his knuckles against Josh’s temple, letting the scales dig in a little.  “Do you have any idea how lucky you are?” he hissed.  “I could have &lt;i&gt;killed&lt;/i&gt; you just then!”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I’d like to take bets on that,” Kevin said as Josh squirmed out from under Victor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Hi,” the golden boy said calmly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing here?” Victor asked.  “How did you find me?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I looked.  I...”  Josh looked at Kevin, who plucked a leave from a tree and turned it to dust.  “&lt;i&gt;We’re&lt;/i&gt; here to help.”  He smiled, oddly serene.  “I’m going to fix things.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Fix?”  Victor asked, eyes narrowed.  “Josh, you’re creeping me out.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry,” Josh said, running a finger down Victor’s face, the touch as light as a butterfly.  “It’s all going to be okay.  I promise.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:519569</id>
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    <title>Retrieving the Boyfriend</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T18:29:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T18:29:14Z</updated>
    <category term="marvel"/>
    <category term="young avengers"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Retrieving the Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Young Avengers&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Billy/Teddy, mentions of Pixie and Dr. Strange&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 100.  Writer’s Choice&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 150&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes: Teddy’s come to collect his boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wong opened the door, then quietly stood to one side to allow Teddy to come in.  “I thought you would have been here yesterday.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Teddy adjusted his backpack on his shoulders and shrugged.  “Ran into some trouble on the way back.  Is Billy mad?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“He has been occupied.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“It worries me when you say stuff like that,” Teddy reminded the manservant.  “Is he still-?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“He and Megan are both sleeping off a three day marathon spell casting session, and I,” he held up a cup of tea, “shall be attending to the Master shortly.  “I am sure that Billy will be very happy to see you.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Teddy smiled, an expression that lit up his entire face.  “Me too.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:519240</id>
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    <title>Byronic</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T18:27:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T18:27:09Z</updated>
    <category term="marvel"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Byronic&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: New Warriors&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Jono/Jubilee&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 44. Gloomy&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 100&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Jubilee thinks that Jono is very Byronic.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You should be out on the moors brooding,” Jubilee decided, resting her chin on Jono’s chest.  “You’re good at gloomy.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jono nodded and yawned, stroking her hair.  “‘kay.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You’re totally Byronic most of the time,” she went on, wiggling a little against him.  Jono snorted softly, smiling just a little bit.  “Except for right now.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:519088</id>
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    <title>Things Xavin Doesn’t Do</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T18:25:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T18:25:39Z</updated>
    <category term="runaways"/>
    <category term="marvel"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Things Xavin Doesn’t Do&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='fullmetal_cute' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fullmetal-cute.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://fullmetal-cute.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fullmetal_cute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Xavin/Karolina&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 73. Capering&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 157&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: There are a lot of things that Xavin doesn’t do.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Xavin crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the belled hat on the table.  “I am a Prince, and I am a solider.  I do not run about in silly costumes with bells on it.  I do not,” she pulled her lip back in a sneer, “caper.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You promised to go with me and Molly for Halloween, and you promised I could pick the costume,” Karolina reminded her.  You look good as Harlequin.”  She brushed invisible dust off her Columbine costume.  “Please wear the hat.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I look like a fool.  An &lt;i&gt;actual&lt;/i&gt; fool.”  Xavin picked up the hat and shook it.  “Surely there was something more dignified that you could have chosen.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Get the hat on and lets go.”</content>
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    <title>Just Run</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T18:23:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T18:23:44Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Just Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Runaways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 32. Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 106&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; He could just keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chase knew he could hit the road and just keep going.  He could forget all about Nico and Karolina and Molly... but he couldn’t seem to forget about Gert.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A year ago, it would have been easy to just get up and go.  He’d half planned it for ages, including buying that van.  They’d never catch him again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But instead, he was trying to find Old Lace.  When he did, he’d find Gert.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maybe he’d talk her into going with him.</content>
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    <title>An Intimate Moment</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T18:21:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T18:21:59Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Title: An Intimate Moment&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Runaways&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Xavin/Karolina&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 11. Intimacy&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 125&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: It’s just a little moment between the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Xavin settled behind Karolina, running the brush slowly though her hair.  After a few more strokes, detangling the last of the knots before dividing the golden blond hair into three fairly equal sections.  “Left section, then right section?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Karolina started to nod, but stopped herself before her hair slid back.  “Just like I showed you, honey.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Xavin brushed her knuckles down the back of Karolina’s neck and felt her shiver.  She combed her fingers through Karolina’s hair and started pulling it into what they both knew was a fairly sloppy braid.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:518204</id>
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    <title>And the winner is...</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T18:18:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T18:18:09Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">The winner by one vote: AnolexWiccan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Status: In Progress&lt;br /&gt;0/40&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1.  Come please, I’m calling. – Saving Me, Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;2.  Who was I to make you wait? – Far Away, Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;3.  I never dreamed that you’d be mine. – If Everyone Cared, Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;4.  Because somewhere the one I wanna be with’s with somebody else. – Someone That You’re With, Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;5. Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed. – Leave Out All The Rest, Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;6. Sometimes beginings aren’t so simple. – Shadow of the Day, Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;7.  I’m aware of what you’ve done. – No More Sorrow, Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;8.  The things I want to say to you get lost before they come. – In Between, Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;9.  You wrap your arms around me and chill me to the bone. – In Pieces, Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;10.  The little things give you away. – Little Things Give You Away, Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;11.  I can even take him in the bath. – Coin Operated Boy, Dresden Dolls&lt;br /&gt;12.  You think that I can’t fly?  Well, you just watch me. – Gravity, Dresden Dolls&lt;br /&gt;13.  Don’t tell me if you’re off to see the world.  – The Jeep Song, Dresden Dolls&lt;br /&gt;14.  It’s just complicated when love has faded.  – You Never Stop Loving Somebody, Big and Rich&lt;br /&gt;15.  I just want to be loved. -- ... to Be Loved, Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;16.  Don’t try and save me, go take care of yourself. – Alive (and out of control), Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;17.  Don’t want to fall again.  – Crash, Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;18.  I’m getting lonely, I need someone to hold me. – The World Around You, Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;19.  Can’t get over you. – Forever, Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;20.  So catch me when I fall. – Time is Running Out, Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;21.  All I really want to do is love. – What Do You Do?  Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;22.  I’m sorry about the madness, but that’s the way it’s got to be. – Reckless, Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;23.  Been given twenty-four hours to tie up loose ends. – 24, Jem&lt;br /&gt;24.  And I take the first step of a million more. – Moving Forward, Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;25.  There is no limit to how far I will go. – Inside of You, Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;26.  I hear a voice inside, it’s grown into a scream. – First of Me, Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;27.  We made it somehow. – Look Where We Are, Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;28.  Looking back, I can say I wouldn’t change a thing. – Say The Same, Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;29.  If only I had you. – If Only, Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;30.  Hello, I know there’s someone out there who can understand. – Preaching the End of the World, Chris Cornell&lt;br /&gt;31.  Did you get what you deserve?  -- Dead!, My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;32.  Can you hear me cry out to you? – This Is How I Disappear, My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;33.  When you go, would you have the guts to say, ‘I don’t love you like I did yesterday.’—I Don’t Love You, My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;34.  Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you. – Cancer, My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;35.  I’ve lost my fear of falling. – It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Fucking Death Wish, My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;36.  I’ll be here when it all gets weird. – If I Ever Leave This World Alive, Flogging Molly&lt;br /&gt;37. Just scream for me, and I’ll be what you’re falling on. – Falling On, Finger Eleven&lt;br /&gt;38.  I’m not paralyzed, but I see to be struck by you. – Paralyzer, Finger Eleven&lt;br /&gt;39. If I can hold on to this feeling this long, maybe I can get you to hold me. – Change the World, Finger Eleven&lt;br /&gt;40.  I should never have written what I never said to you. – Window Song, Finger Eleven</content>
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    <title>Can’t Sleep (The Clowns Will Eat Me)</title>
    <published>2008-07-19T21:05:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-19T21:05:02Z</updated>
    <category term="marvel"/>
    <category term="young avengers"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Can’t Sleep (The Clowns Will Eat Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Young Avengers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='fullmetal_cute' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fullmetal-cute.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://fullmetal-cute.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fullmetal_cute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 30. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 142&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Eli’s spending some time at his mother’s while he tried to decide what he wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Go to &lt;i&gt;sleep&lt;/i&gt;,” Eli groaned, throwing a pillow at his little brother.  He missed having his own room, with his grandparents, but everyone had thought it best that he get out of the city for a while.  Away from the mess with Captain America’s death and the SHRA.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So he was with Mom and the step-dad and his siblings until he decided what he was going to do now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He hated to admit it, but the Secret Avengers weren’t what he had hoped, with Cap gone.  He felt more than a little lost at the moment.</content>
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