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getithere2011-03-01 03:59 pm
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FOUND: "Armor" + "Squeaky Clean" from defunct irishcaelan.com
I'm looking for two fics:
1) Title: Armor.
All I have is this description from gradiva's journal: Myrna-ish but schmoopier and Justin remains intact.
2) Title: Squeaky Clean. (Which is apparently an entry from the Secret Admirer fics)
Also from gradiva's post comes this "summary":
A quote that reveals the genius of this fic:
“What? What is it?”
The frown deepened. "You just called me 'Bri.'"
"Yeah? And? It’s like that song . . . I forget who sings it. Backstreet Boys I think." Justin crooned tunelessly into the open bottle: "Yeah-heah! Oooooohhh! You may hate me but it ain't no lie, Bri, Bri, Briiiiiiiiii . . ."
Brian scowled. Apparently the label that mentioned ingesting or inhaling the liquid might cause paralysis, psoriasis, whatever the shit, dementia had been left out as a possible side effect.
"Give me this shit." He snatched the bottle away, spilling a little. "You want a cheap high, go lick Ted."
The links to both stories lead to irishcaelan.com, a site which is no longer active. (Is that the author of the stories?)
Checked the tags and the DL folders on the right. I also tried the wayback machine. No success. Alternate links anyone?
BOTH STORIES FOUND. Links in comments. Thanks so much.
1) Title: Armor.
All I have is this description from gradiva's journal: Myrna-ish but schmoopier and Justin remains intact.
2) Title: Squeaky Clean. (Which is apparently an entry from the Secret Admirer fics)
Also from gradiva's post comes this "summary":
A quote that reveals the genius of this fic:
“What? What is it?”
The frown deepened. "You just called me 'Bri.'"
"Yeah? And? It’s like that song . . . I forget who sings it. Backstreet Boys I think." Justin crooned tunelessly into the open bottle: "Yeah-heah! Oooooohhh! You may hate me but it ain't no lie, Bri, Bri, Briiiiiiiiii . . ."
Brian scowled. Apparently the label that mentioned ingesting or inhaling the liquid might cause paralysis, psoriasis, whatever the shit, dementia had been left out as a possible side effect.
"Give me this shit." He snatched the bottle away, spilling a little. "You want a cheap high, go lick Ted."
The links to both stories lead to irishcaelan.com, a site which is no longer active. (Is that the author of the stories?)
Checked the tags and the DL folders on the right. I also tried the wayback machine. No success. Alternate links anyone?
BOTH STORIES FOUND. Links in comments. Thanks so much.
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