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dr_jasley prompted me with these lyrics: "The future is uncertain, and the end is always near". And this came out of it. Mostly, it's from the first part of the lyrics, but whatever.
This fic DOES feature Always-a-Girl!Tom Conrad, Always-A-Girl!Sean Van Vleet, and brief mentions of Always-A-Girl!Ryan Luciani.
'Cause, mmmm.
Title: You Gotta Thrill My Soul
Pairing: AAG!Tom Conrad/AAG!Sean Van Vleet (Implied future AAG!Tom Conrad/AAG!Sean Van Vleet/AAG!Ryan Luciani)
Rating: NC-17, so, so, so NC-17.
Word Count: 2,246 (!!!)
::Disclaimer: I OWN ZERO, NADA, ZIP, NOTHING. I SWEAR TO GOD. The title is from the same song as the prompt, Roadhouse Blues by The Doors.
Author's Note: If you or anyone you know is in this fic, please, please, please, please for the love of God and everything else: BACK BUTTON. (Seriously, I mean it.)
Summary: "Tell me something interesting," Sean says, tilting her head toward her on the back of the couch.
"I know the future," Tom says after a minute, peeling back the label on her beer, working her thumbnail between the paper and glass.
( She gets flashes of how it's supposed to happen when Sean kisses her again. )
dr_jasley prompted me with these lyrics: "The future is uncertain, and the end is always near". And this came out of it. Mostly, it's from the first part of the lyrics, but whatever.This fic DOES feature Always-a-Girl!Tom Conrad, Always-A-Girl!Sean Van Vleet, and brief mentions of Always-A-Girl!Ryan Luciani.
'Cause, mmmm.
Title: You Gotta Thrill My Soul
Pairing: AAG!Tom Conrad/AAG!Sean Van Vleet (Implied future AAG!Tom Conrad/AAG!Sean Van Vleet/AAG!Ryan Luciani)
Rating: NC-17, so, so, so NC-17.
Word Count: 2,246 (!!!)
::Disclaimer: I OWN ZERO, NADA, ZIP, NOTHING. I SWEAR TO GOD. The title is from the same song as the prompt, Roadhouse Blues by The Doors.
Author's Note: If you or anyone you know is in this fic, please, please, please, please for the love of God and everything else: BACK BUTTON. (Seriously, I mean it.)
Summary: "Tell me something interesting," Sean says, tilting her head toward her on the back of the couch.
"I know the future," Tom says after a minute, peeling back the label on her beer, working her thumbnail between the paper and glass.
( She gets flashes of how it's supposed to happen when Sean kisses her again. )
