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There are two things I would like to either finish or make significant progress on in October.

The first one is the Gabe/Victoria babyfic. It's now about 17,000 words, and she's still only seven months pregnant, which means there's probably a good 17,000 words or more to go. The posting dates for the challenge I'm writing this for (

bandomrarepair) are at the end of November. I would really like to be close to the end of it by the beginning of November so I can have some time to edit, fill in the missing pieces, and get someone to beta before it has to be posted. I might make a soundtrack for it too. I've been pulling random songs into a playlist as they play with iTunes on shuffle. For some reason I do not have Madonna's "Papa Don't Preach," which is a key song for this hypothetical soundtrack. Excerpt:

They have a band meeting between soundcheck and the show. Alex makes half a dozen things for them to snack on and Gabe locks the door to the bus.

When they're all settled around the table, Gabe bangs his fist on the table. "Cobras, come to order."

Ryland promptly says, "Steak, rare, with the baked potato."

Gabe flips him off. "Any other wiseasses?" He waits for a moment, and then shakes his head. "I don't know if I should be glad you're taking this seriously or disappointed only one of you could come up with an appropriate joke." He doesn't wait for anyone to come up with another one before he says, "Victoria?"

She's sitting next to Gabe, and she reaches for his hand. He hums a few bars of "Papa Don't Preach," and Victoria stifles a burst of giggles.

"I'm keeping it." She's a lot less ambivalent about it now, and a smile takes over her face. "You're all going to be uncles."

Nate lets out a whoop. Alex grins and pushes one of the snack trays at her.

Ryland says, "Delicious," but his smile is too open to be Guy Ripley.

It's almost too much, and Victoria grips Gabe's hand to have some kind of outlet for it. He squeezes back and lets everyone spend another couple of minutes making excited exclamations. Victoria swallows the lump in her throat and tries not to let it make her cry.

The second one is a Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas story for this prompt. It starts on Halloween, and I think it would be cool to post it on Halloween. The biggest problem with this is that it's almost 6,000 words already and I have no idea where it's going or what I'm doing with it. Anyone who wants to read and brainstorm with me should let me know. Excerpt:

Kevin doesn't really know how these things happen to him. It's possible he was a disobedient lemur in a past life and this is how the universe is letting him make amends. Or maybe there's like, some kind of quota for number of crazy things a person has to do in his life, and fate's just helping him along. But probably, probably it's just Joe's fault.

It was Joe's idea to go out for pizza in the middle of the night on Halloween, and it was Joe who wouldn't let him be a zebra and made them be the T-Birds instead. Even Nick's quiet observation that "At least it wasn't the Pink Ladies" didn't make him much happier about it. He really wanted to be a zebra. Or, like, a cheetah. Something with a pattern.

So it's Joe's fault he's in a crowded pizza parlor on what is technically the day after Halloween when a girl in a really, really, really short skirt knocks into him and he reaches out to grab her so she doesn't fall and gets a handful of her waist where it's bare between her shirt and her skirt.

"Are you okay?" Kevin asks, or starts to ask, because he looks at her halfway through the question and she's beautiful and he kind of forgets how to speak.

"Let go of me," she says, or Kevin thinks she does. Now that he's noticing her, he can tell she's pretty drunk, and her words kind of slur together into one surprisingly deep tangle of syllables. She pushes at him, but when he lets go she starts to sway, and Kevin grabs at her again.

A guy dressed liked a tree - probably a willow, by the way his arms are all long and drapey, although maybe that's just the way his arms are - turns around from where he's talking to a guy dressed as a crocodile, or maybe an alligator - the difference is something about their teeth, and this guy just has regular old human teeth - and looks all the way down at Kevin and the girl.

"How kind of you," the tree says, "to take care of Mike in such a state of inebriation."

Those are pretty much my only set writing goals for this month. In addition to those, I do have at least one more

anon_lovefest thing I could post, I'm sure I'll end up writing bits either for

anon_lovefest or other things (like this and this), and

lakeeffectgirl and I are still working on our Joe/Nick control fic.

As you may have noticed, Fuck City is my new fandom. It's a small one, and the undisputed queen of Matt/Andy is

megyal. She's written a lot of really good fic, and of the two that are my favorites, one of them is nicely kinky: "Waiter, there's been a mistake; I ordered a quiche." (My other favorite of hers is "one mile to every inch of.")

The sum total of her summary for "Waiter, there's been a mistake; I ordered a quiche." is, "Written for

sosodirty comm. NC-17 | ~4,200 words | kink: piercing". Every time I read it, I'm struck by the way she identifies piercing as the kink. Sure, the piercing is important, and they do have sex made even better for it, but the piercing is mostly the framework for the real kink of the story, which is about power, control, and what happens when you let someone all the way in. (That last one is a recurring theme in her Matt/Andy fic.)

Matt sounded smug. "Oh yeah, that's it. You said it yourself, too. Some girl says, hey, I like you with a labret, and you do it because it gets her off when you go down on her and you like having her want that. Some dude likes when you suck his dick with the tongue-piercing and he needs it so bad and you want him to need it. It's not just a sex thing. You want them to... to owe you, or some shit like that."

Andy scowled. "And you? What the fuck do you want it for?"

"I want." Matt was breathing hard. "I want you to fucking memorize who put it there. I want that every time you move, you curse me out and you want me to fuck you all at the same time. I want that, you stupid shit," and fuck, Matt was in a mood, because he hung up on Andy again.

Andy thought about calling him on the house-line and yelling his ear off, but he was so turned on, he had to toss his phone to one side of the bed and grabbed his stiff cock, jerking his fingers roughly over sensitive skin; he bit his lip as he came, Matt's rough voice ricocheting in his mind.

Title: Three Days Home
Author: Ruth Sadelle Alderson
Pairing: Matt/Renee, Andy/Matt/Renee
Rating: FRAO
Word Count: 2200 words
Disclaimer: Made up.
Summary: Andy gets home from tour.
Notes: So Andy said, "Probably the saddest I've ever been at the end of a tour." And then I thought, hey, this needs cuddling fic, which I started writing over Twitter. And then I wrote myself into a threesome corner and had to write the porn too.

( Three Days Home )

I loved the first ep of Glee when it first aired. It was quirky, Jane Lynch is amazingly funny, and I love a good musical number. The rerun of the first ep, though, didn't charm me quite as much. In part, I think this is because in the intervening time, I dived myself into two different RPS fandoms, which means (a) I have a different relationship to TV at the moment and (b) I found Brendon and Fall Out Boy's version of "Don't Stop Believin'" more charming than Glee's.

By the second ep, I had a real problem with Will's wife. She has no redeeming qualities, which means I don't understand why Will married her in the first place and see no reason why he's still with her now. I also found the second ep less fun than the first.

Then between the second and third eps, I stumbled across

stardustonsable's post in which she and the commenters talked about the way all of the characters are stereotypes. I think that was in my head - and it's probably telling that I only know the names of three characters (Will, Rachel, and Sue Sylvester) - as I watched the third ep last night. I was bothered by the way the black girl went from being not only the stereotypical black girl to being the stereotypical black girl and the stereotypical fat girl: ( spoilers. ) That in itself might not be quite enough for me to break up with it, but that combined with the way I found it less charming and the way I find that I'm not connecting with the characters means we're going to have to part ways. I do love musical numbers, so I may go back and watch those online the next day, but I can't promise anything - the times I've been using to watch TV online (cooking, lifting weights) are now times I'm using for things related to my new fandoms, namely catching up on Fuck City podcasts and occasionally watching interviews or performances.

Nobody prompted me yesterday (although if you still want to, I'm still willing to outline AUs!), so instead I spent some time writing fluffy clothes sharing fic over Twitter. ( blahblahblah )

For those of you wondering who these dudes I'm writing about now are, the short version is that they live in a house with some other dudes, they all have at least two sets of matching hoodies, and Andy's in a band. The long version, including pictures of the matching hoodies, can be found here, here, and here.

( Eleven Times Andy Wore Matt's Hoodie )

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