Okay, the fic table is finally up! Sorry about the delay. I only have a little bit of time this morning before I have to be gone for an hour or two....if anyone else is online, I could use a hand getting all the prompt threads going - I'd be super grateful.
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Phobia002.
Addict003.
Dance004.
Sing005.
Cruise 006.
Careen007.
Psychic008.
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Nowthis.
Parker was screaming at other drivers like a banshee, the girl beside him - Josie? - was yelling out questions, Hardison was shrieking like a goddamned girl-
And his head was throbbing like a herd of elephants was line-dancing inside his skull.
Parker screamed out another insult, and the car careened into another tire-squealing turn, sending Eliot’s heart and stomach into another unpleasant collision.
Nate seriously didn’t pay him enough for this shit.
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