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<title mode='escaped'>Welcome to the Dork Side</title>
<tagline mode='escaped'>Abandon All Sanity, Ye Who Enter Here</tagline>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Need for Speed</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:369538</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-20T15:02:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-20T23:05:53Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='young avengers' />
    <category term='marvel' />
    <category term='that damn mpreg' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Need for Speed &lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dorksidefiker&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dorksidefiker.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorksidefiker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Young Avengers &lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 30-A/6. Blackboard &lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: Tommy Shepard. Beware of OCs! &lt;br /&gt;Rating: G &lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 288 &lt;br /&gt;Summary: There are times when Ray-Ray needs her father more than anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Part of my That Damn Mpreg series. OCs are mine, Tommy belongs to Marvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dad? Where are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy checked his watch, tucking his cell phone between his shoulder and his ear. “At the Tower. Shouldn’t you be in detention about now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am, butthepenguinistotallyhavingapanicattack&lt;wbr /&gt;orsomethingandIfinishedwritingalltheline&lt;wbr /&gt;sontheboardalready and could you please come here &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt; Dad?” Ray-Ray took a long breath, during which Tommy managed to get from New York City to somewhere that he was pretty sure was still east of the Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stay where you are, Ray-Ray. I’m on my way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy could run from New York to L.A. in nine minutes. He knew this because he made the run several times a week. A lot could happen in nine minutes, so this time, he made it in six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray-Ray was still in the detention room, offering a nun a bottle of water. The woman was mumbling prayers and staring at Ray-Ray like she’d never seen the girl before, despite the fact that they spent almost every afternoon together in the detention room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blackboard was covered with Ray-Ray’s untidy scrawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy checked his watch again, confirming what he had suspected. Detention had started eight minutes ago. “Ray-Ray?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Irandowntothestoretogethersomewater,” the girl said quickly, running a hand through the untidy tangle of her black hair and crossing the room in a blink of an eye. “She’s &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; freaking out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” Tommy agreed, ruffling Ray-Ray’s hair. “You’re gonna need a haircut. Long hair and superspeed… not such a great mix.”</content>
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  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
    <title mode='escaped'>Scrooge</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:369307</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-18T13:29:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-18T21:32:10Z</modified>
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      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='marvel' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Scrooge&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: New Warriors&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Jono/Jubilee&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 19. Cranky&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 100&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Jono’s not big on the Christmas Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.  Absofuckinglutely not, Lee.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubilee smirked, tilting her Santa hat to a jaunty angle.  “You have to come out some time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m staying in here until after Boxing Day, and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I made you a special hat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know.  I saw it.  I’m not going as the spirit of Greed just because you think it’s &lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are such a Scrooge.”</content>
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  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
    <title mode='escaped'>Good Luck Charm</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:368934</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-18T13:18:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-18T21:23:15Z</modified>
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      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
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    <category term='x-men: evolution' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Good Luck Charm&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dorksidefiker&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dorksidefiker.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorksidefiker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men: Evolution&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 50-A/50. Ribbon&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: Lance, Pietro, Wanda&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 175&lt;br /&gt;Summary: The ribbon’s his good luck charm, and a reminder of happier days.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ribbon was faded pink satin, tied into a neat little bow and hidden away in the back of Pietro’s underwear drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Lance was currently raiding because he was out of clean clothes, and the washing machine had died an unfortunate and painful death beneath Fred not that long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the hell is this?”  Lance asked, smirking as he held up the bow.  Pietro snatched it out of Lance’s hands and snarled something too fast to be understood, but clearly not the least bit complimentary.  “Something you need to get out of your closet, speedy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A &lt;i&gt;girl&lt;/i&gt; gave it to me,” Pietro snapped, clenching the bow tightly in one hand.  “For luck, not that it’s any of &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; business.  And what the hell are you doing in my room?  Out!  OUT!”</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Too Damn Hot</title>
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    <issued>2008-01-17T11:49:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-17T19:49:20Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Too Damn Hot&lt;br /&gt;Universe: Cain and Able&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: It’s too hot for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s too damn hot to be inside without air conditioning,” Cain said, climbing out onto the fire escape.  “I’ll be on the roof if anyone needs me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can’t be naked on the roof,” Able reminded the shadow manipulating and decidedly under clad superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Try and stop me.”</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Witch</title>
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    <issued>2008-01-17T11:33:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-17T19:41:06Z</modified>
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      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='young avengers' />
    <category term='marvel' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Witch&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Young Avengers&lt;br /&gt;Characters: BillyxTeddy&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 51. Water&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 121&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy did his best to wring out his sodden cape, not bothering to look up as Teddy shattered the dunking stool he’d been strapped to and almost drowned with.  He spared barely a glance to the self styled Witch Finder, whom Kate was dealing with more than adequately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He coughed a little and shivered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  Teddy abandoned the dunking stool and wrapped his arms around Billy, resting his chin on the top of Billy’s head.  “You okay?”  he asked, not for the first time since the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need a new code name.”</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Wicked Witch</title>
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    <created>2008-01-16T22:56:25Z</created>
    <issued>2008-01-16T14:50:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-16T23:00:22Z</modified>
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      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Wicked Witch&lt;br /&gt;Universe: Original&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Summary: It was an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So… does someone want to explain this to me?  I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be a good one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowena’s question was met with silence as water dripped onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve got exactly ten seconds to tell me why you felt the need to dump a bucket of water on my head.  Then it’s flying pink badger time.”</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Slipped Her Leash</title>
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    <created>2008-01-15T22:30:29Z</created>
    <issued>2008-01-15T14:25:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-15T22:35:14Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Slipped Her Leash&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dorksidefiker&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dorksidefiker.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorksidefiker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Ultimate Marvel&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 10-E/2. Leash&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: Jessica Drew&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 144&lt;br /&gt;Summary: She’s slipped her leash.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old song by one of the singers Uncle Ben liked was playing on the radio, talking about freedom and lost love.  Jessica hummed along as she clung upside down to the ledge outside the apartment’s window, wondering what she would do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides hiding, anyway.  Someone must have invested a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; of money into her creation (God, did she hate thinking of it like that, but she couldn’t find a better way to put it).  And whoever was behind this other than that creepy pedo Octavius would be wanted her back and under control… or dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.”</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Hobby</title>
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    <issued>2008-01-15T14:06:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-15T22:19:46Z</modified>
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      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
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    <category term='runaways' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Hobby&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Runaways&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Xavin/Karolina&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 45. Passion&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 117&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Xavin’s got a new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karolina was the first to admit that she had been glad that Xavin had found a new hobby.  It meant the Skrull was really adjusting to the changes in her life, and developing an interest outside of fighting.  It was a good, healthy sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was going beyond healthy and into obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was that Xavin was so phenomenally &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; at it, no matter how much she practiced.  Karolina had yet to see someone so incredibly bad at Dance Dance Revolution before now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost funny to watch.</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Babies</title>
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    <issued>2008-01-14T15:25:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-14T23:25:39Z</modified>
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      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
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    <category term='x-men: evolution' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Babies&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men: Evolution&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Sam Guthrie, Jubilee&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 29. Birth&lt;br /&gt;Word Count:  125&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: “Have you ever seen what a newborn baby looks like?”&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know why people say babies look like Winston Churchill,” Sam said slowly.  “I think they look more like hairless monkeys.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Shut up, babies are &lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt;!”  Jubilee insisted, glaring at her taller teammate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You ever &lt;i&gt;seen&lt;/i&gt; a newborn, Jubilee?” Sam asked.  “And I ain’t talking about one of those week old things, either.  I mean an honest to God, fresh from the womb newborn.”  He made a face.  “It ain’t like on TV.  They’re all covered in-”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Stop right there or I’m going to have to do something horrible to you.”</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Like A Bird</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:367107</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-14T15:22:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-14T23:23:15Z</modified>
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      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='original' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Like a Bird&lt;br /&gt;Universe: Cain and Able&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: It’s the worst costume in the history of forever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“That,” Cain informed his boyfriend seriously, “is just about the worst costume I have &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; seen.  What the fuck were you on when you wore it?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Able snatched the old photo from Cain’s hands with a scowl.  “Dad’s idea,” he said tersely, tucking the picture away in the photo album.  “He wanted me to be his side kick.  Mom took one look at that thing and said she’d divorce him if he made me wear it again.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I always knew your mom was a smart woman.  You looked like an overgrown pigeon.”  Cain snickered, wrapping his arms around the blond and pulling him into his lap.  “Babe, I love you, but your dad was all kinds of lame.”</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Manly Scowl</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:366916</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-14T15:19:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-14T23:19:15Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='young avengers' />
    <category term='marvel' />
    <category term='x-men' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Manly Scowl&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dorksidefiker&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dorksidefiker.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorksidefiker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Young Avengers/X-Men&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 30-B/24. Scowl&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: TommyxMegan&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 194&lt;br /&gt;Summary: It’s not a pout.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing, and this is all &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=crazedwolf&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://crazedwolf.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;crazedwolf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’s fault.  Yes, STILL.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Megan propped her head up on her hands, her fingers tucked under her chin, and looked right at Tommy.  “What do I have to do to get you to stop pouting?” she asked before blowing a little bubble with her gum.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I’m not pouting,” Tommy insisted, turning away as he thrust out his lower lip.  “Pouting’s for girls.  I’m scowling.  And I’m doing it in a very manly way,” he added, his eyes narrowing.  “And if you say otherwise, I’ll blow up your favorite stuffed animals.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Fine, fine, it’s a very manly pout.  Are &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; speedsters secretly five?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Scowl,” Tommy insisted.  “&lt;i&gt;Not&lt;/i&gt; pout.  &lt;i&gt;Scowl&lt;/i&gt;.”  He pounced suddenly, pinning Megan to the table.  “Say it.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The girl squirmed and smirked ever so slightly.  “It’s.  A.  Pout.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“For that,” Tommy announced, his fingers dancing swiftly across Megan’s ribs until he found the spot he knew her to be the most ticklish, “you will pay.”</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Hot Coffee</title>
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    <issued>2008-01-14T15:14:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-14T23:14:57Z</modified>
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      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
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    <category term='marvel' />
    <category term='runaways' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Hot Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Runaways&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Xavin/Karolina&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 40. Heat&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 107&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Discarded coffee cups are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Karolina looked at the discarded coffee cups with the Starbucks logo, then at the strange scrawl of Xavin’s handwriting, which now covered most of the table.  “Where is she?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chase and Victor exchanged guilty looks that told Karolina all she really needed to know, but she waited for them to actually answer her anyway.  “Xavin took Molly on a coffee run,” Chase finally admitted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Mm.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Molly said she’d make sure they brought back something for everyone else this time,” Victor volunteered.</content>
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  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
    <title mode='escaped'>Official</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:366402</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-14T15:11:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-14T23:11:48Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='naruto' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Official&lt;br /&gt;Characters: GaaraxHinata, Kankuro, Temari&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 30. Flirt&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Summary: It’s official… watching them flirt it painful.&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I think it’s official,” Kankuro announced softly, jerking his chin in the direction he was looking.  Temari followed her brother’s gaze and gasped, quickly stifling a giggle.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“That’s just…”  She shook her head, leaning against her brother and looking away, a hand on her mouth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Watching them try to flirt is just painful,” Kankuro confirmed.</content>
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  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
    <title mode='escaped'>Needy</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:366107</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-14T15:07:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-14T23:07:18Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='marvel' />
    <category term='x-men' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Needy&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dorksidefiker&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dorksidefiker.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorksidefiker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: New X-Men&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 50-B/45. Need&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: Kevin/Josh&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 129&lt;br /&gt;Summary: He’s making up for lost time.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.  Written for &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=steve_the_fish&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://steve-the-fish.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;steve_the_fish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The only way Josh could describe Kevin’s actions was ‘needy’.  Possibly desperate, but mostly needy.  His hands were everywhere, like he was trying to make up for all that lost time, all those years where he didn’t know anyone he could touch.  Not that Josh was &lt;i&gt;objecting&lt;/i&gt;, exactly, but it was a little overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Slow down, I’m not going anywhere,” Josh panted, grabbing Kevin’s hands.  He buried his nose in Kevin’s hair and nuzzled his ear.  “Not going &lt;i&gt;anywhere&lt;/i&gt;, Kevin.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You talk too much,” Kevin mumbled, pinning Josh to the bed.</content>
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  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
    <title mode='escaped'>Enfold</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:366040</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-14T15:03:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-14T23:04:49Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='marvel' />
    <category term='x-men' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Enfold&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dorksidefiker&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dorksidefiker.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorksidefiker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: New X-Men&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 50-B/41. Wrap&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: Josh/Cessily&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 120&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Cessily wishes that Josh would stop squirming.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.  Written for &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=steve_the_fish&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://steve-the-fish.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;steve_the_fish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Of all my experiences since coming to the school,” Elixer said, his voice sounding oddly flat in the darkness, “this has got to be the weirdest.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Could you please stop moving, Josh?”  Mercury asked, her voice seeming to come from everywhere.  “It’s hard enough to concentrate as it is without you and all your squirming.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Sorry.”  He rested a hand against the wall, such as it was, and felt it give slightly.  “It’s… warm.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“That &lt;i&gt;tickles&lt;/i&gt;.  Knock it off.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, Cessily.”</content>
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  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
    <title mode='escaped'>What It Takes</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:365708</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-11T14:34:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-11T22:43:52Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='x-men: evolution' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: What It Takes&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dorksidefiker&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dorksidefiker.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorksidefiker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men: Evolution&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 50-A/42. Hero&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: Wanda Maximoff&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 284&lt;br /&gt;Summary: She’s not sure if any of them have what it actually takes to be heroes.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real question was, did they have what it really took to be heroes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a question Wanda had been asking herself since SHIELD had made the offer to the Brotherhood.  ‘Work for us.  All sins will be forgiven.  Be heroes.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda suspected that it would be the easiest for Toad.  He was a follower to the core, and he would do what he was told.  He was… malleable.  Fred might have a harder time adapting, but as long as he was kept in the right situations, he should be able to make the transition to ‘useful agent’, if not actual hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the rest of them, Lance was easily the most naturally heroic… even of he refused to admit it.  Enough time in the company of these people, and he could be every bit as much a good guy as the X-Men were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pietro was, in Wanda’s opinion, mostly hopeless.  He had the impulse control of a hyperactive toddler, and a temper to match.  He would require careful guiding to keep him in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda didn’t know about herself.  She suspected that she was too damn fucked in the head to be a real hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it was worth a try.</content>
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  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
    <title mode='escaped'>Deceptive Appearance</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:365361</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-11T14:15:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-11T22:15:58Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='young avengers' />
    <category term='marvel' />
    <category term='x-men' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Deceptive Appearance&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dorksidefiker&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dorksidefiker.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorksidefiker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 30-B/4. Heavy&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: MeganxTommy&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 120&lt;br /&gt;Summary: In which there is a discussion of some weight.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.  This continues to be &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=crazedwolf&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://crazedwolf.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;crazedwolf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’s fault.  She’s a bad influence.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You,” Tommy grunted, putting Megan down.  “are way heavier than you look.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan scowled unimpressively, then pouted at Tommy.  “I’d kick you if I could.  And I’m not fat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy sighed the sigh of oppressed boyfriends everywhere and sat on the ground next to Megan.  “I didn’t say you were fat.  I said you were heavier than you look.  There’s a difference.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan sniffed, still pouting.  “Not a big enough one.”</content>
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  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
    <title mode='escaped'>Refusal</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:365185</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-11T14:05:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-11T22:09:25Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='young avengers' />
    <category term='marvel' />
    <category term='x-men' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Refusal&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers&lt;br /&gt;Characters: VictorxBilly&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 48. Guilty&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 141&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: He doesn’t feel the least bit guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor told himself that he had absolutely nothing to feel guilty about as he fumbled for his cell phone, trying to be quiet so he wouldn’t wake Billy up.  After all, it wasn’t like Billy and Teddy were still a couple.  It wasn’t like Victor hadn’t waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no reason for Victor to feel even the slightest twinge of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, it’s me.  I’ll be back… some time tomorrow, I guess.  I’m staying in the city tonight.  Everything’s fine.  See you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy slept through the whole phone call, tangled up in the sheets as he shifted restlessly.  Victor watched him for a few long moments, reminding himself that he really was guiltless.</content>
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  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
    <title mode='escaped'>To The Rescue</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:364996</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-11T13:18:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-11T21:19:21Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='young avengers' />
    <category term='marvel' />
    <category term='x-men' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: To the Rescue&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dorksidefiker&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dorksidefiker.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorksidefiker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 30-B/19. Found&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: MeganxTommy&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 174&lt;br /&gt;Summary: “This is so incredibly embarrassing.”&lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.  This is all &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=crazedwolf&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://crazedwolf.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;crazedwolf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’s fault.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This… is so incredibly embarrassing,” Tommy muttered, hanging his head.  Megan just giggled, hovering in the air as she picked at the power dampener’s lock.  “Promise me you won’t tell &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; about this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan paused, carefully considering the speedster’s request.  “But what’s the fun of rescuing you if I don’t get to tell anyone?  &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt; always get to brag.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re an evil, evil woman, Megan.  You know that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The X-Man drifted down until she was in front of the dangling speedster, twisting a few black and pink hairs around her finger.  “How come you get to brag, but I don’t?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because it’s the will of the universe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I could call your teammates and let them know where you are.  &lt;i&gt;They&lt;/i&gt; could rescue you.  With cameras.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This isn’t superhero behavior.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;i&gt;You’re&lt;/i&gt; the one who said I was evil.”</content>
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  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
    <title mode='escaped'>Things Past</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:364552</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-08T13:45:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-08T21:51:03Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='x-men: evolution' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Things Past&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dorksidefiker&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dorksidefiker.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorksidefiker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men: Evolution&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 50-A/41. Race&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: Wanda Maximoff&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 200&lt;br /&gt;Summary: She remembers a time when she was faster than Pietro.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda remembers, vaguely, the time when she was able to beat Pietro in a foot race.  She remembers being happy, and the smell of fresh cut grass on a lawn that seemed to go on forever, and Pietro’s shouts about the race not being fair as he labored to keep up.  She remembers the sun turning her skin pink and making it tender to the touch, and she remembers laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the few precious memories that kept her from going truly mad.  It reminded her that there was more to the world than four blank grey walls and the straightjacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her freedom, when the world around her was a cage.</content>
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  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
    <title mode='escaped'>Snow Angels</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:364343</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-07T15:30:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-07T23:30:44Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='marvel' />
    <category term='x-men' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Snow Angels&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Victor Borkowski/OMC&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 67. Snow&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 130&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Some people like snow.&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s Notes: Sequel to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/dorksidefiker/363347.html&quot;&gt;Allergies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, I don’t like the cold either… but this is taking things just a little far, Jassayn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Jassayn’s eyes were visible past the layers of coats, scarves, hats, and blankets.  “The water has fallen from you sky &lt;i&gt;frozen&lt;/i&gt;.  And it’s &lt;i&gt;staying&lt;/i&gt; that way.  How can you stand it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Usually I turn up the heat and stay inside,” Victor admitted.  “But I don’t usually cocoon myself.  You know, some of your people are outside playing in it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Some of my people are very strange.  I shall remain here until the frozen water is gone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s called snow,” the mutant explained helpfully.</content>
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  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
    <title mode='escaped'>Emplate</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:364121</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-07T15:13:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-07T23:20:51Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
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    <category term='marvel' />
    <category term='x-men' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Emplate&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Jono, Emplate&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 30. Drained&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 112&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: The worst part is he fell for it twice.&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s Notes: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jono crouched by Emplate, watching with a kind of detached interest as the mutant eating being smoldered and writhed.  He reached up and tentatively touched where Emplate’s mawed hands had bitten into his head.  There was no blood, but it still hurt.  But Jono was willing to bet it didn’t hurt as much as Emplate’s blasted off chest did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;green&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think the worst part,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Jono mused, &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;green&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;is that this is the &lt;u&gt;second&lt;/u&gt; time you’ve fallen for that trick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Wings</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:363886</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-07T15:08:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-07T23:08:37Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='young avengers' />
    <category term='marvel' />
    <category term='x-men' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Wings&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dorksidefiker&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dorksidefiker.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorksidefiker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 30-B/14. Awkward&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: Megan/Tommy&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 139&lt;br /&gt;Summary: The wings get in the way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.  Still all &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=crazedwolf&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://crazedwolf.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;crazedwolf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’s fault.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with someone with wings could be damned awkward, Tommy discovered.  Megan couldn’t lie on her back comfortably because of them, and if she rolled onto a wing, it could hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wings, thankfully, were sturdier than they looked.  But they made holding her another awkward affair, and actually sleeping developed it’s own set of hazards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few fun trade offs, though.  Tommy could get Megan to make the most interesting noises just by pressing his fingers against the spot between her wings, and touching the wings themselves could reduce her into a puddle of quivering goo.</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>A River Runs Through It</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:363598</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-07T14:14:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-07T22:19:17Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='millennium snow' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: A River Runs Through It&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dorksidefiker&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dorksidefiker.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorksidefiker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Millennium Snow&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 10-D/1. King&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: Yamimaru&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 127&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Yamimaru worries about the master.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, Yamimaru wondered when Master Toya became the King of Egypt.  It was glaringly obvious even to the familiar how things should go (or perhaps &lt;i&gt;painfully&lt;/i&gt; obvious was the correct phrase), but Toya continued to deny what he wanted – what he &lt;i&gt;needed&lt;/i&gt; -- to the point that Yamimaru wondered if his master had lost his mind.  He had heard that some vampires went mad as they got older, but Master Toya wasn’t even a century old yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, this constant state of denial was deeply unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something would have to be done.</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Allergies</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:dorksidefiker:363347</id>
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    <issued>2008-01-04T13:37:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-04T21:39:24Z</modified>
    <author>
      <name>dorksidefiker</name>
    </author>
    <category term='marvel' />
    <category term='x-men' />
    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: Allergies&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-Men&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Victor Borkowski.  Also, beware of OCs!&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 62. Spring&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 127&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Nobody’s perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s Notes: Sequel to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/dorksidefiker/356376.html&quot;&gt;Never Know My Sin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was nice to know that Jassayn wasn’t as perfect as he often seemed to be, even if it meant that he was currently miserable.  Victor handed the Majesdanian boy another tissue and politely looked away as he blew his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jassayn sniffed loudly and said, his voice nasal and rough, “Agent Brand is working on a way to help us deal with allergies to this planet’s plant life.”  He sneezed again, and Victor made sympathetic noises.  While Victor didn’t suffer from seasonal allergies, he could at least be sympathetic and ready with the tissues.</content>
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