So. Apparently my Connor is verbose when distraught, provided that the distress has nothing to do with sex with Murphy, in which case he usually gets broody and stares at things a lot.
Below is my fic for the BDS Secret Easter Bunny Challenge. The fic had to be on a bridge. Extra points are awarded if I incorporate cut-offs, ballpoint pens, and Ayn Rand. The lyric was "Don't make me live for my Friday nights/drinking eight pints and getting in fights" from Jamie Cullum's 'Twentysomething', so I respected Mr. Cullum's wishes and didn't do anything of the like. Hope you like it,
kadyn.
Title: En Route
Fandom: Boondock Saints
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Troy Duffy owns, he creates, I just lie a lot.
Summary: "I thought its flickering lights were spelling out 'happy drive to Newark, boys' in Morse code, but no. It was really saying 'come back here, you fuckwit, you've got no petrol'."
( En Route )
Below is my fic for the BDS Secret Easter Bunny Challenge. The fic had to be on a bridge. Extra points are awarded if I incorporate cut-offs, ballpoint pens, and Ayn Rand. The lyric was "Don't make me live for my Friday nights/drinking eight pints and getting in fights" from Jamie Cullum's 'Twentysomething', so I respected Mr. Cullum's wishes and didn't do anything of the like. Hope you like it,
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Title: En Route
Fandom: Boondock Saints
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Troy Duffy owns, he creates, I just lie a lot.
Summary: "I thought its flickering lights were spelling out 'happy drive to Newark, boys' in Morse code, but no. It was really saying 'come back here, you fuckwit, you've got no petrol'."
( En Route )