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Dates and times, times and dates.

В понедельник
Я встаю в шесть часов. Я завтралаю в восемь часов, и я иду на? в? магазин в десять часов.

... and that's it for Russian because I just can't focus today. Being apparently followed over a fair chunk of internet fandom, and knowing how crazy fandom is to begin with, is running me right off my mental rails. I'ma gonna get ready for work and try not to think about it for a bit. Or be creeped out, or delete everything in this journal and go pull the covers over my head and hide from creepy stalker people who apparently don't know how to be restrained and sensible. I'm going to attempt to give him, her, or it the benefit of the doubt and assume they don't know just how incredibly creepy they're being. Yes, I know you're probably reading this. Yes, I am very creeped out. You should have been just a little (read: a WHOLE LOT) less enthusiastic and not gone tracking down my friends and asking them to please give you my contact information. A short note of inquiry would have been sufficient.

Ugh. Deep breath, Jag. Find the poor schmuck whose credit card you found, if you can, and mail it back to him. Or... well, apparently I can't by the yellow pages, so dropping it off at the bank it is! Editing and writing to be done today. Christ, now I'm scared to post my to-do list in case I get jumped on. Thus do I defy fear and freaky people:

1. Finish Sam JMM prompt
2. Finish Irina fic
3. Sam Axe babysitting fic
4. Kink Bingo

And then, if there's time, more of The Fix. More typing up edits, more... yeah. Things and stuff. Stuff and things.

[Fic] Five Dates / One All-Nighter

Muse: Sam Winchester
Community: Just Muse Me
Prompt: 21.7.5 Five First Dates / One All Nighter

First Date
Sam had his misgivings about this idea. On the other hand, he could hear his brother now, you faced down demons and, and ghosts and things, and you're worried about a date with a girl? and mostly it was that voice in his mind that got him on the date in the first place. Besides, what was there to be afraid of?

Well, awkward silences, for one. Jess and Janet were in the same orientation class, he and Mark had hit it off because they were in the same dorms, but neither of them knew each other. It had all been set up by three mutual friends, none of whom were going to be there tonight if this thing went wrong. Staying out of the way, Sam reflected, was probably best. He would have, too, if he could.

It wasn't that Janet wasn't a nice girl, he rapidly discovered. It was just that they had no interests in common whatsoever.

"I shouldn't eat that," she sighed, pushing the fries away from her plate. "Those things are deep fried in pork fat..."

They weren't. At least, he didn't think they were anymore, but he didn't push the point and dutifully took them instead. This relationship wasn't going to last, he knew that now. He wasn't looking for a girl whose fries he would always have to eat, sad and strange as it sounded even in his own mind. Dean would have understood. But Dean was hundreds of miles away. Sam looked down at the table as his chest clenched tight, making it hard to breathe for a second. He missed his big brother.

"Excuse me..." Jess reached over and snagged a couple of the fries, popping them into her mouth. He tried out a smile that seemed real by her reaction, which was to smile back.

"You can have the rest of them if you want," he offered, pushing them her way.

She pushed them back. "Why don't we split them," and as if realizing what they were saying even if they were only talking about fries, they both looked over. Mark seemed to have gone to the bathroom. Janet was looking uncomfortable on the other side of the table. They were only talking about fries. They were talking about fries like two people on a date, and they weren't supposed to be the ones on the date. If this was indicative of the whole night, maybe Sam should have called it an early night. In fact...

After the bill came, Sam excused himself. It was nice, he was having a great time, but he needed to go home and call his folks, tell them he was okay. His Dad worried he was going to get into trouble. It was the lamest excuse he had come up with so far, but it sounded natural as it rolled right out of his mouth. Then again, he'd had a lot of practice at sounding natural when lying.

Jess must have followed him back because she turned up at the door to his dorm room, smiling apologetically. "I'm sorry if I made you feel awkward back there, I didn't mean..."

"That's okay," he stopped her. "It's okay. Really. I mean, it was already awkward before the fries."

"Hmm." She tilted her head at him. She wasn't like most of the blondes he'd met on campus and the instant he thought that he hated himself for thinking it, but she wasn't. She had real confidence. She wore herself like she was herself, and wasn't trying to be someone. "I think I know what would make things less awkward."

Wryly: "Not having Mark and Janet on the next date?"

"Exactly."

Sam stared.


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[Fic] Bringing Up Baby

Title: Bringing Up Baby
Fandom: Burn Notice
Characters: Fiona Glennane, Michael and Sam on phone cameo
Word Count: 872
Rating: PG
Summary: Fiona takes her baby for a day at work.
A/N: Inspired by fanficrants

The three of them liked to believe they learned something from Victor, but the truth as Fiona saw it was that no matter how many plans you made, there was always the possibility that someone out there had made a better plan. Which led to the two-fold and somewhat uncomfortable for Michael effect that she was both a little more paranoid and a little more possessive. Determined to have at least one of the three of them with the child at all times, this sometimes meant that the baby went with them on stakeouts. On recon missions. And in her case, on the prep-work for their latest case.

It was safer, she told him, than leaving the baby at home with Madeleine. Michael took one look at her thin-lipped expression and didn't even open his mouth. He and Sam would be going and talking to the men with guns anyway.

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AHAHAAHAHAHAH!

MASSACHUSETTS IS SUING THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT. DUDE.

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Normally I don't post these? This amused me, and it oughtn't surprise anyone.

Your result for Roleplayer Test!...

The Biographer

Plotful, Character-Oriented, Platonic

Like the Portraitist, the development of your character is the most important thing to you when you roleplay. However, you like your development and relationships to have some kind of overarching plot: you're not the type to enjoy a dressing room or any kind of roleplay where your character can't grow in at least a semi-structured manner. You enjoy exploring your character's psyche, but simple exploration isn't enough: you like to discover and then implement and use, and therefore continuity (which gives you "why"s and "how"s) is very important to you. You struggle when your character has no solid base in which to put down its roots, such as in games where there isn't enough structure or ones where the plot is continually changing.

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[Fic] Bringing Up Baby 2: Baby's Revenge

Title: Bringing Up Baby 2: Baby's Revenge
Fandom: Burn Notice
Characters: Sam and Alan, Fi and Michael at the end
Word Count: 892
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam babysits.
A/N: Inspired by fanficrants


"See, I don't know how Mike eats this stuff day in and day out. Then again, just between you and me, I don't know how you can eat this stuff." Sam eyed the tins of baby formula with the kind of look he usually reserved for plastic-bag-in-a-box wine. "I mean, if I had a Mom like yours..."

Not that the baby was old enough to understand that. But just in time he realized that maybe Fiona might not want her son knowing about such things or thinking about women in that way quite so early. Of course the baby was staring at him as though he expected Sam to finish that sentence.

"I... probably wouldn't have wound up doing what I do for a living. You want a beer? No?"

Alan grabbed for the bottle anyway, and not his bottle, either. It was one thing to joke about feeding beer to a baby but he'd never been that crazy. Not in that way. Besides, Fiona would do some very unpleasant things to him involving his balls and a spool of razor wire if she caught him feeding beer to her son, and that was if he was lucky. To say nothing of what Mike would do to him. Or the baby's grandmother. Or...

( This is MY bottle... )