( Some of these were way the hell left field. )

What Your Cute Monster Says About You


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Here's what I don't get ( Read more... )

Author's Note: In reference to these two posts. Set back in that time. strangeandsweet used with permission.

'Panama' is still stuck in his head.

Miles almost wishes he was buzzed enough to hum it, because at least then, he'd be in a good mood. He'd never do such a thing otherwise, especially not in public, and especially not in a situation like this. Still, a ( Read more... )

Miles muttered something unkind about the noise that entered the bedroom that morning, and shifted a bit in his sleep. It was early, he could feel it. No disturbances were required here, especially not on a Saturday. Saturdays were for sleeping in. Whoever was making the noise should know that ( Read more... )

Everything.

Nothing.

Muse: Miles Lawson
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: N/A
Partner: strangeandsweet

Author's Note: It's all modeled off of this.

( Look deep into my crystal ba--... Magic 8 Ball, right... )

Request any fic of mine and I will provide you with a commentary/annotations, like a DVD extra.

[Locked]

This is so fucked up.

Okay, fine, I'll admit to it. Okay? Fuck it, I know no one else can know but you, so fuck it, I'll talk about it. I'm losing my mind. What little's left of it. And when you write all this down, make sure that it's written as proof to that judge that I'm doing what I'm supposed to.

Fuck. Fuck, I hate this ( Read more... )

Author's Note: Set a few weeks earlier. daughterof_evil used with permission.Miles recognized that every once in a while, there would be things in life a person did not want to do. When faced with this, the person in question had to suck it up, be a man, and get the fuck over it. Either that, or be a childish stubborn bitch and fight it tooth and nail. Whatever ( Read more... )