bubosquared: (muse)
( Aug. 12th, 2002 07:14 pm)
Marcus/Oliver:
Oliver tells himself doesn't miss Marcus, that he isn't lonel, goes to the graveyard to visit anyone's grave but Marcus's. Sometimes he even believes it.

Marcus/Ginny (I know, I know, I know!)
He hadn't expected her to be this willing. She was a Weasley, after all, and only fourteen. But she liked it, and she liked it rough, and she liked it when he called her Vixen.

bubosquared: (muse)
( Aug. 6th, 2002 11:28 pm)
One:
"I love you." Three little words, but they shatter him. "Don't. You don't even know who-*what* I really am." "I know what you're not: a Death Eater."

Two: Footballslash! Yay!)
It only ever happens when they win; David will come to him after the game, eyes gleaming predatorily. Michael can't think of a better motivation to win.

bubosquared: (bored)
( Aug. 5th, 2002 05:23 pm)
Going home now, because I just sent a text message to Fleur, basically signing my death warrant. Daddy will have me killed. Ow.

<= insane

(Then again, how would you feel if Puddlemere United's Keeper had been in your head all day, singing 256 verses of "I Am Henry the Eighth I Am"?)
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bubosquared: (grr)
( Aug. 5th, 2002 09:25 am)
Right. Whoever sent me the Bole/Marcus textslash? Thank you. Not only did it make my insides tingle (in public, no less, and I'm sure the fucking asshole Dutch blokes sitting across me could've done with the leer I gave my cellphone, so ha!), it also quite possibly saved me from either a) throwing myself under the fucking train, or b) inflict my intense anger with Bush on the entire train. Because I was seriously thisclose to doing both. Fucker. (Details to follow.)

So, yeah. Whoever sent that? Ta, babe
bubosquared: (muse)
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( Aug. 2nd, 2002 11:58 pm)
I just wrote Oliver/Percy. *buries face in hands* Lord help us all. Textslash, but still. For Fleur.

One:

Love, Percy thinks, is Oliver smiling at him, just him, of everyone in the Quidditch pitch.
Two:
Love, Oliver thinks, is Percy smiling up at him from the pitch, being there even though he doesn't care for Quidditch, just for him.
Edit:
Melle: ... I'm writing O/P textslash; This is disturbing me.
V: eep.
V: I drabbled O/P this afternoon
V: that is wronger than wrong
V: since, you know. I don't even really like them
Melle: Me NEITHER!
Melle: And I LIKE the textslash I wrote!
V: dude, and I like the drabble I wrote. kind of.
V: this is scary.
Melle: I'm telling you, this is all part of some secret new Zealand plot to take over the world!
V: *snickers*
V: clearly

bubosquared: (writing)
( Jul. 26th, 2002 01:39 pm)
To Fleur: (in four messages)
Draco got the biggest shock of his life when he was initiated into the Slytherin team. Sometimes he wondered if Griffyndor had these pre-game rituals too. Did they claim a room the night before a game, shove the beds together, have sex, sleep in one big pile? Flint claimed it built team spirit. Draco just knew that when Terence, who'd been demoted to reserve, was licking his neck, and Marcus' and Marcus' mouth was on his cock, he felt very much part of the team.

To Fleur: (who'd gone out to get food)
So when you say food, do you mean food food, or things like chocolate and whip cream for Oliver to make Marcus lick off his body? Hmmm. Maybe both?

</blockquote

bubosquared: (pimpin')
( Jul. 22nd, 2002 12:07 am)
One:
For Oliver's b-day, Marcus organised a Quidditch match. It wasn't much - the war had killed a lot of them - but Oliver loved it.
-Melle and her resistance!boys

Two:
Marcus Flint only really knew two things: that he loved Oliver Wood, and that Oliver Wood hated him.

bubosquared: (pimpin')
( Jul. 21st, 2002 01:30 am)
Textslash sent today. )

And since it's now officially 21 July, I'm going to put out my flag. Whee! Happy Belgian National Holiday, all!

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