I honestly have no clue how this happened. Somehow even though I was crazy busy at work today I managed to write 3000 words of something that had no kink it for eledhwenlin's amazing KinkFest and then I came home and wrote another 2000 words and kink actually happened. But there is no ending! I got to a point where I knew it had to stop but I wasn't sure how and so I literally just wrote THE END. So, you know. Keep that in mind. Also, this has not been beta'd, so keep that in mind because if random typos and tense shifts are dealbreakers for you this is information you need.

Written for roebling's prompt: Brendon wants nothing more than to see highschool! or early Panic! Spencer in a pair of high heels. Spencer's willing to try, but once he's got the shoes on his feet and he's wobbling around he's sure he just looks like a huge fool. Brendon convinces him otherwise. ( Brendon/Spencer | NC-17 | Warnings: Characters perform safe sex and unsafe sex, because kids still think that blowjobs don't count | 5000 wordsCollapse )

I spent most of today hopped up on NeoCitron and watching Mythbusters reruns. During the commercial breaks I wrote something.

title: Hello, I'm too tired to smile today
rating: I didn't know I could write anything g rated, but here it is.
words: 2236
summary: Spencer just wants to go home. He ends up in Chicago. This is not a coincidence.
notes: This was written for bandomvalentine for prompt 28 Post/split HAPPY Jon/Spencer (maybe side Brendon/Ryan?) As long as it has a happy ending, it's all good. "Remember when you looked like a girl?" I had big happy plans for this prompt, but then life and the cold that will not die got in the way. It is mostly happy? subterrain assures me that it is bittersweet.
notes: As mentioned above, subterrain gave up part of her Sunday to look this over and kick my ass a little.

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Timothy's has this coffee that I really love called "Winter Carnival" and it is just. Made of awesome. But there is no Timothy's near my work and so I don't get this awesome coffee ever and every time I hit up the Starbucks across the street I convince myself that "Christmas Spice" is going to be really good. It is really not, and so I found myself with a cold coffee and zero energies at work this afternoon so I started harrassing subterrain and telling her to entertain me and instead she said: 1. Walk downstairs, find a cookie and eat it. 2. Write me five shirts that Spencer Smith has worn/would wear.

Well, I didn't get a cookie but I did write something. And then she told me to post it. So. You know.

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