|Just This Once, Be My Savior|Ryan/Brendon (Jon/Spencer, Pete, Patrick)|NC-17|32,000| In which Ryan has a daughter, Brendon has a nephew and somehow, they manage to fall in love. Betaed by the utterly...arm, the free one, and Ryan tries not to flinch. "It's okay, Ryan. It'll be okay. You're doing a great job with her." He smiles, a little, and Ryan tries to believe him. Master post! Part Two

part one . -- Ryan takes Ella's third birthday off. He mulls over half a dozen possible stories to tell Pete as to why he suddenly needs a weekday off to spend with his daughter, but he doesn't...laughing at Ryan, maybe teasing just a little, but that doesn't change the fact that Ryan's heart fucking flutters. "Yes?" "It's a date, okay?" Brendon laughs and nods. "It's date." part three

masterpost. part one. part two. Ryan wakes up the next morning to sun filtering in through the grimy window, and Ella still asleep in her crib. She's been sleeping through the night, mostly...mean, so we don't have to wake up the kids." Ryan forces himself to wait, counting the beats of his heart one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi . "Yeah," he says. "Yeah, okay." END

HA HA HA HA Dear god. Punching someone out hasn't felt that fuckin' good in a while. I heard he actually had to go to the hospital . Oh, that is sweet. That's sweeter than a candy goddamn condom...actually going today. And Dosu, before you say it - No. That should answer just about fuckin' any capslock-y complaint you were about to spew, baby. I'm in too good'a mood for it, you have no idea

Okay, uh. Fuck school. When you wake up with shit like this all over your pillow, and are spewing this all into the sink. Through your nose . then something is fucking wrong. That is way... shoved up my nose. Dear god I should not find that funny. Oh, and provided I'm not dying, I'm spending the night as his house tonight to be really gay and girly. Have fun with your babies, shitheads