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SHHHHH IT'S TOTALLY THE 27TH NOW.
This story owes basically EVERYTHING EVER to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pearl_o, who let me write it at her in chat and then said, "right, great, now make the ending not suck," and then, when I sent it back to her again, said, "okay, yeah, better, but can it not suck?" Everything awesome in here was her idea; I'm seriously not kidding. Thanks also to my other three favorite ladies, angelsaves and shoemaster and lordessrenegade, who made squeaky noises in all the right places. All four of them deserve pie. Or possibly kittens.
title from josh ritter.
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made out like bandits
Bob Bryar/Brendon Urie, NC-17
~6500 words
Notes: written forstrangecobwebs in a random fic exchange. Um. I wroted you a story?
&also: not real, never happened, don't google yourself.
( Ultimately, it's all Patrick Stump's fault. )
This story owes basically EVERYTHING EVER to
pearl_o, who let me write it at her in chat and then said, "right, great, now make the ending not suck," and then, when I sent it back to her again, said, "okay, yeah, better, but can it not suck?" Everything awesome in here was her idea; I'm seriously not kidding. Thanks also to my other three favorite ladies, angelsaves and shoemaster and lordessrenegade, who made squeaky noises in all the right places. All four of them deserve pie. Or possibly kittens.title from josh ritter.
*
made out like bandits
Bob Bryar/Brendon Urie, NC-17
~6500 words
Notes: written for
strangecobwebs in a random fic exchange. Um. I wroted you a story?&also: not real, never happened, don't google yourself.
( Ultimately, it's all Patrick Stump's fault. )
