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Title:  We could rewrite history, if only you and me
Pairing:  Andrew Garfield/Jesse Eisenberg
Rating:  PG (pre-slash)
Summary:  High school AU. He can’t look at Mrs. Eisenberg and see his best friend’s mom anymore, the mom who used to bring him and Jesse fresh cookies whenever they had to hole up in Jesse’s room to study chemistry. Instead, he sees Mrs. Eisenberg, his potential future boyfriend’s mother who might run him out of town if he so much as harms a hair on her son’s head.
Note:  “Change the World” by Anberlin lends the title. I’ve been planning a high school AU for a while and tonight I had this random urge to actually write something in that ’verse. So then I wanted to write Andrew and Jesse’s first date but it never got to that. Instead, you have pre-first date Andrew meta. ~1,500 words.

This shouldn't be any different than any other time Andrew's come over to Jesse's house. )
isthisthelasttime: ((TSN) your whispers are my secrets)
Title: what goes unnoticed
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Andrew Garfield/Jesse Eisenberg
Summary: No one’s skilled enough, but Jesse, lining up his shoulder with Andrew’s, is aware of every miniscule movement, attuned to everything he does and doesn’t. (BAFTAs)
Note: Ugh, cheesy title. I tried something else with this fic. I don’t know if I like it because it decided to be bipolar halfway through, but my Pookie, [ profile] sheep_mambo, and [ profile] yellowwolf5 finally convinced me that I could go ahead and post it, even after a week of it sitting on my hard drive. (Read: no girlfriends were harmed in the making of this story – because they don’t exist in this ‘verse.) ~2,800 words.

Were anyone else watching, the slight slump of Andrew’s shoulders – that lasts a fraction of a second, like all the other quick reactions that occur before he pulls a mask back on – would go unnoticed.  )
isthisthelasttime: ((TSN) got groupies?)
Jesus Christ, I should be asleep. But I worked on this story for over four straight hours and I had to proofread it so I could just post it tonight.

So here you go.

Title: That’s What Friends Are S’posed to Do
Rating: R
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Summary: Being sick makes Eduardo a little suicidal. And homicidal. Not that he tries anything. He just wishes he was dead because it’s that bad. And he wishes others wouldn’t try to make it better. Mark’s just trying to be a good friend. (In which Eduardo’s a little manic, he’s in the fetal position a lot and Mark’s a good best friend.)
Prompt: Sick!Eduardo. Preferably something worse than a random cold, but as long as there's Eduardo and he's sick I'm good. Maybe fever!sex?. From the kink meme, here.
Notes: This turned into almost 4,300 words of sick!fic full of fluff. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Also, no, I wasn’t referring to The Chicken – just a chicken. I listened to two Mark/Eduardo fanmixes and Bruno Mars’ Doo-Wops and Hooligans album three and a half times through. The title is from “Count on Me” by Bruno Mars. When I finished at 3:26 AM, I’d been working on this story for about four straight hours and I tweeted this: I'M FINISHED. AND OF COURSE THE LAST SONG I WOULD HEAR WOULD BE “THE LAZY SONG.”

In which Eduardo’s a little manic, he’s in the fetal position a lot and Mark’s a good best friend. )
isthisthelasttime: ((TSN) what now?)
Title: Can’t get your memory off of my mind
Rating: PG-13 (barely)
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo (implied)
Summary: He sighs deeper, realizing that when Mark told him he wasn’t coming back to Harvard, he fulfilled his own prophecy. He left Eduardo behind.
Word Count: ~1,500
Note: I felt like if I didn’t post this now, I’d never post it. Wrote it Sunday night, left it to marinate. Not even sure it has a plot, but here you go. Title from “The Haunting” by Anberlin.

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isthisthelasttime: ((baseball) keep your head in the game)
I've been trying to post this for an hour or more. Grrrr, LJ. Grrr. Feel my wrath.

Title: And he was a mess and you didn’t know
Pairing: Drew Storen/Stephen Strasburg, Stephen Strasburg/Rachel Strasburg (implied)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It’s more backwards than it should be.
Prompt: Drew never sees it coming, from [ profile] lovelyracketeer.
Note: I tried something different with this fic. ~1,350 words.

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isthisthelasttime: ((TSN) what now?)
Title: I’m not scared but I’d like some extra spare time
Pairing: Tyler and Cameron Winklevoss
Rating: R, for incestual leanings and quasi-porn
Note: Title from “Picture of Success” by Rilo Kiley. Written for [ profile] sheep_mambo. ~1,000 words. Currently unrevised, had to get it posted, like, now.

People drink way too much in England )
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Title: Adjustable Heads, Or the One Where Justin Doesn’t Know Any Better
Author: learnthemusic
Rating: R
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Warning(s): Post 513; language; some smut
Word Count: 1359

Summary: It’s long. It’s hard. He may even go as far as to say it’s enticing.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own QAF. Never have, never will. It belongs to CowLip.
Author’s Note: I was taking a shower and wondering about the title. That’s how this came to be. I hope you enjoy it!

It’s long. It’s hard. He may even go as far as to say it’s enticing. )
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Title: Take What You Want, Leave What You Don’t
Author: learnthemusic
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brian/Justin

Summary: This wasn’t part of the plan. [S1-S3]

DISCLAIMER: Don’t own the characters. Never have, never will. They belong to CowLip unless otherwise noted.
Author’s Note: This is the first QAF fic I’ve written, so I hope it’s not too big of a failure. Feedback completely appreciated.


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Title: Behind the Wheel
Author: learnthemusic
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own. Never have, never will. I would be honored to, though
Prompt: Villain
Warnings: Incest, Alcohol, Pre-Series
Summary: The lesson always hits home once you've messed up horribly. He to the right entirely before skillfully twisting to straighten it.
Author's Note: Prompted by my second driving lesson where I actually got to drive, at about 18 mph. This is for [profile] fivebyfiction, even though it's overdue.