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  <title>Welcome to Sweetness of 30 Sweets</title>
  <subtitle>30 Sweets</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-09-21T02:42:37Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:19662</id>
    <author>
      <name>Frills</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="chocolatefrills"/>
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    <title>My Customer</title>
    <published>2008-09-21T02:42:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-21T02:42:37Z</updated>
    <category term="marui bunta/ryuuzaki sakuno"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Prince of Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: My Customer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author/Artist:&lt;/b&gt; chocolatefrills aka ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theme(s):&lt;/b&gt; #27 caf&amp;eacute;, #5 one chocolate cake please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing/Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Marui Bunta, Ryuzaki Sakuno, OC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do NOT own Prince of Tennis-- however I do own his fanfic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Marui is one customer Sakuno surly won&amp;rsquo;t forget&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4547214/2/"&gt;I hope he comes again soon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4547214/2/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:19222</id>
    <author>
      <name>Frills</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="chocolatefrills"/>
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    <title>Ice Cream</title>
    <published>2008-09-20T01:24:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-20T01:24:59Z</updated>
    <category term="marui bunta/ryuuzaki sakuno"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Prince of Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author/Artist:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theme(s):&lt;/b&gt; #12 Domo&amp;hellip;; Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing/Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Marui Bunta, Ryuuzaki Sakuno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do NOT own Prince of Tennis; however I own this fanfic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Bunta dropped Sakuno's ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4547214/1/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please stop crying!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:19132</id>
    <author>
      <name>pocket_senpai</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="pocket_senpai"/>
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    <title>Jelly Beans</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T22:30:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T22:36:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Fandom: DNAngel&lt;br /&gt;Title: Color Obsession&lt;br /&gt;Author/Artist: pocket_senpai&lt;br /&gt;Theme(s):&amp;nbsp;# 2; Jelly Bean&lt;br /&gt;Pairing/Characters: &lt;font size="2"&gt;Satoshi and Risa&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: K+&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer/claimer (if needed): N/A&lt;br /&gt;Summary (if needed):&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Are you sure you don't have any sort of attachment to the color"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pocket-senpai.livejournal.com/#asset-pocket_senpai-1155"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://pocket-senpai.livejournal.com/#asset-pocket_senpai-1155&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:18720</id>
    <author>
      <name>scoob2222</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="scoob2222"/>
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    <title>Title: Worse than Pickles and Ice Cream</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T02:52:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T02:53:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: Worse than Pickles and Ice Cream &lt;br /&gt;Fandom/Pairing: Brothers and Sisters/Justin/Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Summary:  Written for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='30_sweets' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/30_sweets/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/30_sweets/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;30_sweets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Prompt was shut up.  Rebecca is pregnant and hormonal.  Its in Justin’s best interest not to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Brothers and Sisters, its characters, actors, etc do not belong to me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scoob2222.livejournal.com/273780.html"&gt; Worse than Pickles and Ice Cream&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:18562</id>
    <author>
      <email>nardaviel@aol.com</email>
      <name>Libby</name>
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    <lj:poster user="nardaviel"/>
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    <title>Themes 02, 05 [Death Note, LxLight]</title>
    <published>2008-07-19T06:34:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-19T06:40:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Death Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; When They Say Every Flavor, They Mean &lt;i&gt;Every&lt;/i&gt; Flavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Nardaviel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theme:&lt;/b&gt; 02: jelly beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; LxLight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I wouldn't have to write fanfiction if I owned the series, would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; "Matsuda should not buy gifts," L said, poking the bag gingerly, as though worried it might attack. "Sardine-flavored candy. What a horrible idea."  (Crack-ish, featuring Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.  You read that right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://silent-eden.livejournal.com/848.html#cutid1"&gt;Toasted marshmallow was my favorite flavor.&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Death Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Courting Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Nardaviel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theme:&lt;/b&gt; 05: one chocolate cake please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; LxLight (one-sided... or is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; See above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; On impulse, Light buys L a cake. L's reaction is not as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://silent-eden.livejournal.com/1026.html"&gt;I hope he eats asparagus for the rest of his life!&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:18244</id>
    <author>
      <name>scoob2222</name>
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    <lj:poster user="scoob2222"/>
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    <title>Snack Thing (Brothers and Sisters/Justin/Rebecca, PG-13)</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T05:51:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T05:51:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: Snack Thing&lt;br /&gt;Fandom/Pairing: Brothers and Sisters/Justin/Rebecca &lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Summary:  Written for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='30_sweets' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/30_sweets/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/30_sweets/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;30_sweets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Prompt was popcorn, movies.  Justin and Rebecca have a snack thing.&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Brothers and Sisters, its characters, actors, etc do not belong to me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scoob2222.livejournal.com/269525.html"&gt;Snack Thing&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:17995</id>
    <author>
      <name>red_crocodilly</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="red_crocodilly"/>
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    <title>Theme 2 - Jelly beans</title>
    <published>2008-05-20T09:33:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-20T09:34:15Z</updated>
    <category term="yukimura seiichi"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fandom: &lt;/strong&gt;Prince of Tennis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: &lt;/strong&gt;Popcorn Flavored &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author/Artist: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://red-crocodilly.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: bottom; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height="17" alt="[info]" width="17" src="http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://red-crocodilly.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red_crocodilly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme(s): &lt;/strong&gt;#2 Jelly Bean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing/Characters:&lt;/strong&gt; Yukimura Seichii &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: &lt;/strong&gt;K+ (at least understand kissing :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer/claimer: &lt;/strong&gt;I do not own PoT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://red-crocodilly.livejournal.com/971.html#cutid1"&gt;Popcorn flavored jellybeans are the best. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:17709</id>
    <author>
      <name>mocha</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="sexpress"/>
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    <title>Satoshi/Daisuke, COMPLETE</title>
    <published>2008-02-23T00:57:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-23T00:57:58Z</updated>
    <category term="dn angel"/>
    <category term="satoshi/daisuke"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Fandom]&lt;/b&gt; DNAngel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Title]&lt;/b&gt; Thirty Sweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Author]&lt;/b&gt; mocha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Themes]&lt;/b&gt; COMPLETE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Pairing]&lt;/b&gt; Satoshi/Daisuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Rating]&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://mocha-cocoa.livejournal.com/137954.html#cutid1"&gt;It’s beyond embarrassing when his first attempt to kiss Daisuke misses by a milestone and he ends up kissing the cotton taste of the other’s shirt, but Daisuke laughs and holds his face in his hands to guide him to the right place.&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~mocha</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:17582</id>
    <author>
      <name>a crazy, random happenstance</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="girlofsoccer"/>
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    <title>30_sweets @ 2007-12-29T22:33:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-30T06:46:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-30T06:46:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fandom: Bones&lt;br /&gt;Title: Trapped With You(But I Don't Mind)&lt;br /&gt;Author/Artist: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='girlofsoccer' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://girlofsoccer.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://girlofsoccer.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;girlofsoccer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme(s): 15. Are you an Idiot?&lt;br /&gt;Pairing/Characters: Bones and Angela. No pairing(unless you squint really hard).&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G. Slightly angsty. &lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer/claimer (if needed): I don't own Bones, it chracters, or anything else associated with it. Except for the DVDs I got for Christmas, but those don't count.&lt;br /&gt;Summary (if needed): Angela takes Brennan home after the discovery of her mother's skull.&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Quick fic idea based on the Season 1 finale. Unbeta-ed, so it isn't very good/well written.&lt;br /&gt;And no, the title doesn't make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Dr. Goodman walked into her office. “Ms. Montenegro has volunteered to drive you home.”&lt;br /&gt;	She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;	They sat silently in the car. Brennan was trying to to cry-and not succeeding-and Angela was trying not so say something that would set Brennan off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Angela pulled up to the curb and turned off the car. She glanced over at her best friend. Brennan was leaning her head against the window, tear tracks and a look of sheer devastation etched into her face.&lt;br /&gt;	“Sweetie?” Brennan took no notice of Angela. They sat for a few more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I knew I’d find them someday.” Angela started. Brennan wasn’t looking at her, but rather watching the rain hit the window. “I knew I’d find then and I knew they’d be dead.” She looked down and wiped a tear off her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Angela found Brennan’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “But at least you know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Brennan sighed and a new wave of tears appeared. “Yes. At least I know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	She sat for a few moments, then let go of Angela's hand, opened the car door, and climbed out. Angela followed her, locking the car doors as she followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Brennan unlocked her door and turned around. Angela nearly crashed into her. Brennan looked shocked to see her. “Ange, you can leave if you want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Are you an idiot, Sweetie? I’m not going anywhere.” Brennan tried  smiled, but it was only half a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Okay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	She walked over to her couch and dropped onto it. Angela had never seen her as depressed and helpless as now. She closed the door and sat next to Brennan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Do you need anything?” Brennan shook her head. “Do you want anything?” She shook her head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Do you want me to leave?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“No. Stay. Please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I will.” Angela put her arm around Brennan’s shoulders and the next thing she knew, Brennan was crying into her shoulder, seeming to have lost all self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	They sat that way for a while, long after the tears had gone, and eventually until Brennan fell asleep, half-lying on Angela. Angela smiled halfheartedly and checked her phone. It was almost midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Sweetie?” Brennan stirred and opened one eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“What time is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Almost midnight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Both eyes flew open. Brennan jumped up. “Ange, I’m sorry. How long was I... why didn’t you wake me up earlier? Do you need to get home?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Angela laughed. “Sweetie, it’s okay. Let’s just get you to bed.” Brennan nodded, but she sat back down on the couch. “Do you need me to stay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Brennan shook her head. “No. But I want you to stay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Angela nodded and stood up, holding her hands out to her best friend. Brennan took them and led Angela down the hall to her bedroom. Angela sat on the bed while Brennan changed. glancing around the room. She had never been there before, and the room surprised her. It didn’t reflect Brennan at all. Then again, maybe it did now. The walls were completely blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Angela?” Brennan was sitting next to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“What? Sorry.” Angela stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Thank you. For staying,” Brennan said. “It really means a lot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Angela nodded and pulled Brennan into a hug. “It’s going to be okay. You can get through it.” She let go and saw Brennan’s eyes were full of tears again. “Come on, it’s after midnight. Get in bed.” Brennan pulled back the covers and sat on the bed. After a moment she laid down and pulled the blankets back over her. Angela pulled up a chair and sat next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Good night, Sweetie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Night, Angela.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	The light went out.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:17398</id>
    <author>
      <name>mocha</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="sexpress"/>
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    <title>DNAngel, Satoshi/Daisuke</title>
    <published>2007-10-27T16:37:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-27T16:37:59Z</updated>
    <category term="satoshi/daisuke"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Fandom]&lt;/b&gt; DNAngel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Title]&lt;/b&gt; Thirty Sweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Author]&lt;/b&gt; mocha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Themes]&lt;/b&gt; 6 (are you kidding?), 7 (dreams), 8 (flying colors), 10 (popcorn), 13 (shut up), 18 (say cheese), 27 (cafe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Pairing]&lt;/b&gt; Satoshi/Daisuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Rating]&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://mocha-cocoa.livejournal.com/124745.html#cutid1"&gt;He was about to babble on about the police force or the weather to keep his mind off the amount of sugar Daisuke was putting into his coffee, and it worked well enough until Daisuke finished stirring the twelfth spoonful and brought the poisonous cup to his lips&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~mocha</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:17010</id>
    <author>
      <email>smart-anime-chic@hotmail.com</email>
      <name>m i c h a</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="orangechicanime"/>
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    <title>Niou x Marui [Prince of Tennis] 7. Dreams [Bedtime]</title>
    <published>2007-09-01T01:38:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-01T01:38:48Z</updated>
    <category term="niou masaharu/marui bunta"/>
    <category term="tennis no oujisama"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fandom: &lt;/strong&gt;Prince of Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: &lt;/strong&gt;Bedtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author: &lt;/strong&gt;orangechicanime (dazed-writer) (Dazed Dreamer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme: &lt;/strong&gt;7. Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing/Characters: &lt;/strong&gt;Niou Masaharu x Marui Bunta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: &lt;/strong&gt;PG-13 for one word. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't own Prince of Tennis nor any of its characters. Sandilena (ff.net) named Haru and Maru!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary: &lt;/strong&gt;Marui has nightmares. Niou isn't really helping him much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Link to writing journal: &lt;a href="http://dazed-writer.livejournal.com/5559.html"&gt;http://dazed-writer.livejournal.com/5559.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:16765</id>
    <author>
      <name>mocha</name>
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    <lj:poster user="sexpress"/>
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    <title>Satoshi/Daisuke, themes 1, 2, 3, 4, 11, 12, 20, 21, 22, 24, 29</title>
    <published>2007-08-24T08:38:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-24T08:38:49Z</updated>
    <category term="satoshi/daisuke"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Fandom]&lt;/b&gt; DNAngel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Title]&lt;/b&gt; Thirty Sweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[By]&lt;/b&gt; mocha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Themes]&lt;/b&gt; 1 (can I have this?), 2 (jellybeans), 3 (are you done yet?), 4 (sweet tooth), 11 (hey, can I have...), 12 (thanks) , 20 (do you mind?), 21 (diet), 22 (dentist), 24 (rainbow), 29 (won’t you get tired of...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Pairing]&lt;/b&gt; Satoshi/Daisuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Rating]&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://mocha-cocoa.livejournal.com/117282.html#cutid1"&gt;Giving jellybeans to Daisuke is like giving peanut butter to a dog and Satoshi knows what he’s trying to say, but poking fun at Daisuke’s situation is too tempting, too humorous, and so very not a sweet thing for Satoshi to do.&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~mocha</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:16432</id>
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    <title>[mod post] Bad of me... but Help!!!</title>
    <published>2007-08-14T16:23:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-14T16:23:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know this is BAD of me(using my authority as mod and all)... but well I need a little help here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have a school project going on... so I need help with people doing a survey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's just a small survey on what kind of gaming platform(?) you like 2D or 3D... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO please... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;a href="http://craze-izumi.livejournal.com/67112.html"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby am really grateful for you help...*bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S:&lt;/b&gt; And a reminder... I have added tags of your fandom and pairing claimed... so it would be so kind of you to add the tags to your post to cut down the work load of the mods... thank you very much...and sorry if all these sound rude... really very sorry and thank you very much for helping out the survey...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:16202</id>
    <author>
      <email>smart-anime-chic@hotmail.com</email>
      <name>m i c h a</name>
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    <title>Niou x Marui [Prince of Tennis] #10. Popcorn; Movies [Trends]</title>
    <published>2007-07-10T18:36:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-10T18:36:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom: &lt;/strong&gt;Prince of Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: &lt;/strong&gt;Trends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author: &lt;/strong&gt;orangechicanime (dazed-writer) (Dazed Dreamer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme: &lt;/strong&gt;10. Popcorn; Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing/Characters: &lt;/strong&gt;Niou Masaharu x Marui Bunta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: &lt;/strong&gt;PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't own Prince of Tennis nor any of its characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary: &lt;/strong&gt;I just want a kiss in the rain, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Link to writing journal: &lt;a href="http://dazed-writer.livejournal.com/2299.html#cutid1"&gt;http://dazed-writer.livejournal.com/2299.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:16058</id>
    <author>
      <name>x_ryukotsusei_x</name>
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    <title>Scandalous Indulgence (Hiei/Botan - Yu Yu Hakusho - Theme 33)</title>
    <published>2007-07-08T07:59:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-08T07:59:38Z</updated>
    <category term="hiei/botan"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho&lt;br /&gt;Title: Scandalous Indulgence Chapter One&lt;br /&gt;Author: Ryukotsusei&lt;br /&gt;Theme(s): 33. Care to have some &lt;br /&gt;Pairing/Characters: Hiei/Botan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Eagerly Botan picked out her first victim and slid it into her mouth slowly, her lips closing over her fingertips."&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Chapter One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I gotta hand it to you man,” Yusuke said as they turned down the sidewalk that would take them to Botan's apartment. “When you came back I wasn't sure how long it was going to last. I can understand why you'd stay though.” Truthfully he'd been stunned to hear that Yukina was pregnant and at first he'd been sure that Kuwabara was going to die for touching her. But the Koorime had quickly set him straight and told him that she'd reached maturity which meant that she would be bearing a child regardless of whether she'd lain with a man or not. That Hiei had returned shortly after the pregnancy had been announced was a bit surprising but then he'd learned why and agreed with the hybrid's reasoning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“What else did you expect me to do? Abandon her in her time of need?” Hiei snorted at that thought, he wasn't like the cold bitches that they'd been born to. Regardless of what had happened in his twin's life he would always be there for her, even if it was from the shadows. There was no way he was going to entrust her safety to Kuwabara, not now. Koorime were a price catch and highly sought under the best of times but a breeding female was in constant danger. His nose wrinkled distastefully at the thought of what a demon would do to her. That she'd be killed and her child cut from her womb was a given, few would pass up the chance to feast on the unborn's flesh. One attempt had been made on her life already and that demon had paid dearly. As such he would remain in the Ningenkai for as long as necessary, even if it meant jumping through hoops at Enma's demand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A chill snaked down Yusuke's spine at the lethal look that had entered Hiei's eyes. Lesson number one was to never fuck with the man's family unless you had a death wish. “Nah, I didn't think you would Hiei. I just know how much you like being here and how much you enjoy dealing with Reikai bullshit on top of that,” Yusuke replied with little humor. In fact he was going through pretty much the same thing in spite of all they'd done to save the world. A probationary period of two years had been established and it was mandatory they endure it along with the rules that came with it.. Botan had even been coerced into it although he supposed it could have been worse. Meeting with her once a month at her apartment was a small price to pay to remain in the human realm. He was however slightly disappointed that she'd been forced to play babysitter and keep an eye on them should anything go wrong. Most likely though the woman was enjoying her vacation, at least now she didn't have to continue ferrying souls.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Hiei shrugged as if it was of no matter to him. The paperwork he could deal with since it wasn't such a big deal in the first place. It meant seeing Botan often but he could stomach that as well if it meant keeping Yukina safe. There had been relatively few instances where he'd been required to meet with her outside of their appointed time and that had involved the times that a roaming demon had decided that Yukina looked good. Every death in the Ningenkai be it demon or human had to be dealt with by the Reikai much to his chagrin. “Let's just get this over with alright? The less time that we have to spend with Botan the happier I'll be,” Hiei said while shoving his hands into his pockets. Today was certain to be particularly trying because it was what the ferry girl would call a perfect day to get out and enjoy the sunshine. Most likely she was going to be obnoxiously cheery and he'd have to restrain himself from gagging her during the duration of their visit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I guess it's too much to ask of you to be a bit nicer to it isn't it,” Yusuke asked as he began ascending the stairs that would take them to Botan's door. “She doesn't have to be doing this for either of us and Enma said without a Reikai official in place he'd send the both of us packing.” It was left unsaid that none of the other ferry girls would agree to taking the position that Botan had and Enma wasn't about to allow his son to abandon his responsibilities to take her place. The way he saw it was without her help not only would he have to leave Keiko behind for good but Yukina would be in constant danger until after the child was born. The idea wasn't something he wanted to consider.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“He could try,” Hiei sneered but deep down he knew that it would be damned near impossible to fight Enma if it came right down to it. Should the unthinkable occur and he was forced to return to the Makai then the only safe option for his sister would be to return to the floating island. The fact that she was beginning to show the signs of her pregnancy only increased the danger that she would be in should she attempt to return home. That knowledge had been what had made it so easy to keep a rein on his temper around the ferry girl in the first place. Still, he wasn't exactly sure why she wished to help him at all. &lt;i&gt;'It's probably just for Yukina's sake. She knows that without me to look out for my sister, someone would take her life before anyone could intervene.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Well it's something I don't want to see,” Yusuke said with a sigh. It seemed that Hiei would never change, not that he really expected him to. The rest of the walk was silent and it wasn't long before they came to Botan's apartment. The sound of him knocking echoed off of the corridor walls, making him wince. More than likely they had everyone's attention and his reputation still preceded him. The first time they'd shown up on the ferry girl's doorstep someone had called the police fearing for the girl's life. 'Idiots. I doubt even Hiei would hurt Botan anymore if it came right down to it.'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The door opened before Hiei could give a reply and the ferry girl was ushering them inside. He nearly breezed past her until he saw Yusuke taking his shoes off, causing him to roll his eyes. 'Stupid human customs.' The thought didn't stop him from kicking his own shoes off however because he didn't want to listen to her bitching at him about getting her carpet dirty. As usual they all walked into the living room and as expected, both of their files were laying neatly on the coffee table. “At least you're prepared this time,” Hiei remarked with amusement. The last two times she'd forgotten their meetings entirely and then they had to wait on her to get the paperwork she needed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I already told you I was sorry about that,” Botan huffed as she stepped around the apparition and took a seat on the couch. “If you want to be upset then I can't stop you. Yukina needed new clothes since she's getting bigger and I don't see you going out there to take her shopping.” So she'd gotten back to the apartment a few minutes late and they'd been sitting for a bit. It's not like they hadn't kept her waiting often enough.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I swear the two of you sound like some old, married couple. If you two lovebirds can quit your bickering for just a few minutes I'd like to get this paperwork done. You can argue afterwards,” Yusuke said, ignoring the stares he was getting from the two of them. That they hadn't figured out just why they argued so much had even him rolling his eyes. He'd heard from Kurama all about how when Hiei had his soul sucked out how Botan had went to him. The girl had even gone so far as to pillow the apparition's head in her lap after he'd fallen. If that wasn't a big fucking clue then he didn't know what was.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Botan's surprised expression turned to one of irritation, “Bite your tongue Yusuke. You know good and well there's nothing like that going on between me and Hiei.” Not that she didn't want it to mind you but she knew it'd be a cold day in hell before the apparition ever considered her in such a fashion. For all she knew he'd taken after the Koorime side of his blood and was asexual. In that case there was no point in getting her hopes up, she'd never stood a chance from the very beginning. Muttering to herself about idiot punks she opened up Yusuke's file and gave him a disgusted look, “Yusuke what did I tell you about fighting?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Don't do it, I know. You don't have to lecture me mom,” Yusuke replied sullenly. Fighting was one of those things that he wasn't supposed to be doing while on probation but some things couldn't be helped. When someone decided to grab Keiko's ass that was where he drew the line. It wasn't his fault that the ten other guys standing nearby had decided to jump in to help their friend. The look that Botan was giving him though told him that she wasn't amused by it no matter what the reason was.  Heaving a sigh he gave her a rather depressed look, “You can fix it right?” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I guess I'm going to have to ain't I?” Botan sighed and began making notes to add into the report. Nothing said that Yusuke couldn't fight provided it was to defend himself. But it didn't help matters that in this instance the man had thrown the first punch. Enma could have him deported back to the Makai for such an infraction but in this instance it paid to have someone on your side. Forging the report could easily get her pulled from the case but most likely Koenma would ensure that this particular indiscretion would never reach his father. Setting the pencil down she fixed him with a look, “Has there been anything else going on that I should know about?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Not really. Hokeshin has everything under control in the provinces and the last I heard he wasn't needing me to return anytime soon. Keiko's still on my ass about getting a job but you know how that goes,” Yusuke shrugged. He was just happy that it wasn't a requirement for him to have one in order to remain although Keiko would probably be jumping for joy if it were. When Botan nodded her head slowly and made a few more notes he relaxed. Aside from the fighting incident this was just another month gone by.&lt;i&gt; 'One down, eighteen to go.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Alright, then just sign this and you'll be all set until next month Yusuke,” Botan said and slid the piece of paper over to him that confirmed he'd made his monthly check in. Botan shook her head when she saw his signature on the document, “I swear your handwriting gets worse every month Yusuke.” Taking the form back she tucked it into the file and closed it before grabbing the apparitions. “So Hiei,” She began, “do you have anything that you need to report since the incursion downtown?”  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“No,” Hiei stated flatly, “I think the word is finally getting out that approaching Yukina is instant death.” The incident that Botan had referred to had been a morning that his sister had ventured into the city with Keiko and Shizuru. To his knowledge they'd just been going out to get some breakfast and enjoy the day together but their plans were quickly put to ruin by a rogue demon. Fortunately Yukina didn't venture out without a strong fighter nearby. If he wasn't in the immediate area either Genkai or Yusuke was. Even Kurama had taken his turn a few times in protecting the girl and for that he was grateful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“That's good at least,” Botan replied thoughtfully while looking over the details of the attack to make sure that she hadn't left anything out. It had been fortunate that the demon looked human enough so it didn't cause too much of a stir. The problem was more of the fact that people had seen Hiei show up from out of nowhere with a sword drawn. More than one horrified onlooker had watched as he severed the demon's head with one stroke and just as quickly disappeared. That little incident had caused her a minor headache in getting cleaned up since there were so many witnesses. But Hiei could not be held accountable since it was a demon and it was threatening his sister along with the other girls accompanying her. Her eyes strayed to a blank spot on the form, place of residence and she sighed, “How have you been doing otherwise? Found a place to stay yet?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;As much as Hiei didn't want to admit it he knew that he had to, “You should know the answer to that Botan. No place will allow me to stay without human certifications or a job. Neither of which I can get until this term is over.” Unfortunately it was also one of the conditions of him remaining. Enma was a cunning bastard and this was one of the ways he was guaranteed to get him expelled. It was only because of Botan that he hadn't been already but how long would the girl be able to keep it from the man?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I know,” Botan sighed heavily and tried to figure out a way to help him. “Yusuke, are you sure there's nothing that you can do?” It was like this every month and she knew that the answer was unlikely to change. As long as he lived with his mother the answer was going to be no. Especially given the lifestyle that she led.&lt;i&gt; 'If only there was more that Koenma could do to help. I don't know how long we can keep this up.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Sorry Botan. Moms already told me that if I ask again she's kicking my ass out too,” Yusuke replied, his voice laced with regret. He'd already pushed her as far as he dared but what did he expect from a woman who was bringing home two and three men a night just to have her fun in the middle of the living room floor. If he had any other options he wouldn't be living there either but it was going to be a while before he managed to secure a place of his own. It kind of went hand in hand with that job thing they'd been discussing earlier.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I suppose we'll figure something out,” Botan said although she was far from confident with that statement. Even Kurama couldn't take the apparition in as much as he wanted to. Living in a dorm university with a room mate didn't make it the easiest of tasks in sneaking a pet in much less allowing Hiei to bunk with him. There was one remaining option, one that she'd thought of asking him a few times but she always held herself back. &lt;i&gt;'It looks like I may not have a choice though. Whether he likes it or not staying with me may be his only option. Oh if only Enma hadn't restricted him to the city, then he could stay at Genkai's and this wouldn't be a problem.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Don't worry about it, I can take care of myself,” Hiei snapped in irritation. The way she sounded made it seem like he was on his last chance to find a place to live. If he absolutely had to he'd ask Kuwabara although the thought was enough to make his head begin to pound. The last thing he wanted to do was live with the fool but it would be better than leaving Yukina alone. “If we're finished with the twenty questions then let me sign the damned paper so I can go.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“We aren't finished here Hiei,” Botan returned his attitude in kind. All she was trying to do was help him yet he never seemed appreciative. &lt;i&gt;'How am I going to get him to stick around long enough to ask him if he'd like to stay here. If I ask in front of Yusuke he'll say no because it'll offend his pride.' &lt;/i&gt;She was ready to roll her eyes at just how stubborn the opposite gender could be at times and Hiei was definitely no exception. “Have you needed to return to the Makai for any reason since last month,” she asked absently although she knew that he hadn't. Before he could answer her though there was a knock at the door. “Now who could that be,” she said as she put the pencil down on the table. “Oh I completely forgot! I wonder what they sent me this month?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Both Yusuke and Hiei watched as she jumped up from her spot on the couch and ran towards the door. &lt;br /&gt;“What the hell is she babbling about now?” Hiei asked his companion thinking that the man might have the slightest idea of what was going on. “If she left because of something stupid like those dating magazines your woman fawns over I'm going to throttle her.” More than once he'd had the misfortune of listening to Keiko gush about something she'd read in those pieces of trash. There was no way he wanted to listen to Botan do the same thing. If a woman couldn't land herself a man without taking some piss poor dating tips out of a magazine then she was a disgrace to her gender.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Damned if I know, but I tell you what. If she squeals one more time over that damned package I'm out of here,” Yusuke said while rubbing his ear uncomfortably. It'd been a long time since he'd seen such enthusiasm out of the woman, whatever was in that package had to be damned exciting. “Might be some funky sex toy,” Yusuke mused under his breath which earned a disbelieving stare from the apparition, “What? They come in plainly wrapped packages like the one she's signing for. Look at her, she's practically creaming her shorts standing there. Wouldn't surprise me if she pushed both our asses out the door just so she could try whatever it is out.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I really didn't need to hear that Detective,” Hiei said, shooting the man a glare. Why the hell had Yusuke had felt the need to put forth that little theory was beyond him but it was one he hadn't thought to contemplate. Now that he had however the image wouldn't leave him. What man wouldn't stop to think about it after all when presented with such an idea? His eyes slid shut and he took a deep breath trying to clear his mind. No, he didn't need to think about the woman pleasuring herself with whatever was in that package.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Whatever,” Yusuke snorted in amusement. He could see the apparition shifting uncomfortably beside him and decided to give the demon hell, “I bet she's a girl who would like a wide one. Can't see her going for a guy hung like a horse but she'd wanna be stretched. Bet what she's got in that box is probably only about eight inches long but she can't close her fist around it. Most likely has one of those clit things on it too, pink in color.” The smell of arousal was growing thicker around him and Yusuke nearly laughed. For someone who couldn't stand the girl Yusuke was positive that Hiei was more than  likely picturing himself using that toy on Botan before fucking her until she couldn't walk.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I'm going to kill you for that,” Hiei hissed at the taller man. The tightening in his pants was making it rather uncomfortable to sit and he didn't have him damned cloak to conceal his erection. If he moved it was certain to draw attention to it and if he didn't he was going to be in pain until he did. What the Detective had described almost matched him in size perfectly although he was slightly longer. Now he couldn't get the damned image out of his head of him taking her just to see if that was really what she liked.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A few moments later Botan returned carrying her precious package with a grin on her face. “I can't believe I forgot today was delivery day. I must have gotten so caught up in preparing the files that it slipped my mind.” Eagerly she set the package down on the table and went hunting for a knife to cut through the tape holding it closed. “Ah ha! Here it is,” she called out as she found her craft knife and turned to see Yusuke examining her package, ”Hey, put that down!”  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Why, what is it?” Yusuke asked suspiciously. The possessive look on her face was making him more and more certain that it was indeed some sort of toy inside but then why in the hell would she be getting ready to open it in front of them? 'Maybe I had it wrong, maybe she ordered some dirty videos or something. Reikai Guards Exposed or something like that.' That particular thought had him shuddering, all the SDF members he'd seen were ugly bastards.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Only what could be considered a girl's best friend I'll have you know,” Botan said with a grin and approached the box with a gleam in her eye. The two men were both watching her with wary gazes but she brushed it off as them just being themselves and set about cutting through the tape. Nothing would stand in the way of her prize, not even the guys sitting only a few feet away from her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Hearing her say that had Hiei groaning. It would figure, she'd been single for far too long and she'd finally snapped. If she reached in and pulled out some horse sized vibrator he was leaving. No man should have to be subjected to seeing something that damned large while knowing it was going to be shoved into something that damned small. At this rate he'd never get the filthy images out of his head. &lt;i&gt;'I'm going to kick his ass for this. Yusuke you better pray it's not what we think it is or I'm stealing it just to shove up your ass  for revenge.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Botan tossed the colored paper that had been laying inside as cushioning over her shoulder and removed a slender gold foil box. For a moment she didn't bother removing the  lid but instead picked up the gold embossed card that had been slipped beneath the silk bindings. “Oh this is perfect, I'd been hoping they'd send this one soon. I guess that's half the fun though, never knowing what they're going to surprise you with each month,”  she said enthusiastically. Her mouth was already watering in anticipation. Slowly she gave them a grin, “Who knows, I'm in a generous mood today. I might even decide to let you both have some.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;She was killing him, that's all there was too it. Hiei shifted again wincing as he did so. At this rate he was going to be lucky if he didn't tear a hole right through the front of his pants. Share indeed. He'd never know Botan was so open minded as to be willing to fuck two guys at the same time, much less them! This was definitely changing his views on her that was for damned sure, now he couldn't wait for her to rip the lid off of that box.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Yusuke wasn't sure whether he should keep his ass glued to that seat or be running for the door. As Botan began reaching for the lid he began making mental notes for later. He'd need to make funeral arrangements before seeing Keiko again because it was almost certain she was going to kill him once she'd heard what had happened. Even if he didn't do anything and just watched he'd be sealing his own fate. But damned if it wasn't an interesting way to go.  Finally the box was opened and they both sat there stunned and unable to move.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Eagerly Botan picked out her first victim and slid it into her mouth slowly, her lips closing over her fingertips. The sweet flavor was enough to make her moan almost sinfully as her eyes drifted closed. This was her vice, one of the few things that she indulged in. There was no resisting the call of gourmet chocolate, imported from around the world and delivered to her door each month. The high cost had been well worth it in her opinion as it melted on her tongue. Few things came close to being as exquisite as sex but this was definitely one of them. Only once the first piece was gone did she begin licking the melting chocolate off of her fingertips, never noticing the wide eyed stares that were following her every movement.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Hiei felt his mouth going dry at the sight, not because he had a fetish for sweets but because of the way she was sucking on her fingers. It was entirely too damned easy to envision those soft lips wrapped around something else and he knew he wasn't the only one having that particular problem right now. Yusuke's scent had become overpowering as well, telling him he wasn't' the only one affected by the display. Abruptly he cleared his throat gaining her attention, ”If you don't mind.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Oh, did you want one,” Botan looked at the both of them curiously. When all she received were blank stares she picked the box up and held it out to them. It wasn't often that she was willing to share her treasures but just this once she'd do so. It wouldn't be polite to continue eating it in front of them after all. She smiled when Yusuke reached forward and took one, but clucked her tongue at him when he tossed it back like it was a common piece of candy. “Yusuke, you're supposed to savor it not swallow without tasting,” she admonished.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Yeah whatever,” Yusuke said with a shrug of his shoulders. It was just a piece of candy and he'd much rather be watching her sucking on her fingers again rather than nagging him about how he ate. A quick glance at Hiei revealed that the apparition was alternating his glare between the box of chocolate and her fingers. &lt;i&gt;'He probably can't decide which he's more pissed at right now. Wonder if he's actually going to make a fucking move or be stuck with his hand tonight.' &lt;/i&gt;Either way it wasn't his problem but the man wasn't likely to do anything with him there. As much as he'd like to continue the show it was probably for the best if he left. “Well it's been fun. I'll see the both of you later, I've got shit to do,” he said as he stood. He didn't bother waiting on Hiei since he knew that she wasn't finished talking to him just yet and this would give him the time alone they needed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Alright, we'll catch up later then Yusuke,” Botan said as she watched him walk out the door. Deciding that she no longer needed to sit on the floor she moved to the couch, taking a seat next to Hiei. Unable to resist the temptation a second time she reached forward and pulled one of her candies out of the box. Before she brought it to her mouth she noticed Hiei staring at her hand intently. &lt;i&gt;'Does he want one and just doesn't want to ask?' &lt;/i&gt;That would be entirely like something that he would do. Proud to the very end. &lt;i&gt;'Men.' &lt;/i&gt;Instead of voicing her thoughts she turned to face him, “Do you want one Hiei?” As she asked the question she extended her hand towards him, offering him the piece she'd already picked up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Oh he wanted something alright but it damned sure wasn't that chocolate. Inch by inch she brought it closer to his lips until finally she brushed the candy across them. &lt;i&gt;'What the hell is she thinking?' &lt;/i&gt;There was no way she could possibly know how close he was to pinning her to the floor and giving her something else to use her mouth on. Still, he couldn't stop himself from opening his mouth and allowing her to give him the candy. His hand captured her wrist before she could pull away and he gave into the urge to taste her as well. Slowly he sucked on the tips of her fingers, dragging his tongue across the sensitive skin. The chocolate was good, of this he couldn't deny but she tasted better. Reluctantly he let her go and ignored the wide eyed stare she was giving him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Hiei,” she whispered, shocked at what had just happened between them. The few times that she'd allowed herself to fantasize about him she'd pictured him as being good with his tongue but this... this went beyond what she'd imagined. If that was the sort of treatment she'd get simply from offering him a piece of her candy then she'd gladly give him the entire box. Even now she could still feel his tongue gliding across her fingers and couldn't help but wonder how they'd feel elsewhere. Unconsciously she shifted even closer to him, the couch dipping further beneath her weight. 'That was... He...  Oh man, what made him do that?'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“The paperwork Botan,” Hiei reminded her firmly while cursing himself for acting like that. Her rapid breathing told him that she'd become aroused by what he'd done but that didn't mean he was going to go that far. Despite the earlier ideas that Yusuke had thrown about he had no idea if she was a virgin or not and he damned sure wasn't going to try and find out. Even if the ferry girl was willing to give in now she'd likely flip later and that was a headache he didn't need. It was best to pretend that this hadn't happened and then get the hell out of there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Right,” Botan said nervously and ignored the chocolate for the moment. &lt;i&gt;'I should of known, he's pissed and he's going to act like he wasn't just licking my fingers.' &lt;/i&gt;The forgotten file was picked up and she quickly gazed over it, trying to figure out where she'd left off before they'd been interrupted. “Oh here we are,” she said, her voice a bit more confident than before, “Have you had to return to the Makai for any reason?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“No and Mukuro hasn't contacted me either,” he stated without looking at her. That was the next question he knew, their interview was just about finished. For a moment he'd been worried that she wouldn't let the matter drop but she moved on easily enough which was a relief. Now if only he could get his body to calm down he'd be doing good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I see,” she said and made a notation of his answer. Messages from the Makai seemed to be infrequent at best and Botan had the suspicion it was to keep him from becoming too restless. She of all people knew how strong the pull was to return home, she dealt with it every day after all. Even though she enjoyed the Ningenkai, the Reikai would always be her home. Turning slightly she fixed him with a serious look, “Have you given anymore thought to Koenma's proposal?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“No and I won't either,” Hiei replied dryly. The woman should realize by now that he wasn't like the Detective. He didn't give a shit if this realm fell to ruin and the only thing that might persuade him to interfere was that his sister lived in it. That Koenma thought he would even consider the possibility of taking Yusuke's old job was laughable. Shaking his head he asked her, “Is that all?”  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I suppose,” Botan said with a sigh and pushed the paper over to him so that he could sign it. There was no further reason to detain him and most likely she wouldn't see him until their meeting next month. 'Unless...' She held that thought as he slid the document back over to her and stood up. Knowing it was now or never she called out to him before he'd gotten halfway towards the door, “Hiei? I've been thinking about something for quite a while and I don't know if you'll agree or not but it might help you remain in the Ningenkai.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“What is it?” Hiei was wary of any suggestion that she might have but so far it had been her help that had kept him here for as long as he had. Perhaps for once he could hear her out and see what she had to say. Leaning against the wall he raised an eyebrow in her direction, waiting for her to continue, “Well?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Botan stood up and walked towards him but made sure to stay a respectful distance in order to avoid upsetting him yet again. “As you know I won't be able to keep your residency from King Enma much longer and I'm afraid as soon as he finds out he'll revoke your pass to remain.” She shifted uncomfortably, this wasn't anything he hadn't already thought of and was probably waiting for her to get to the point. “There is something else I can do to help, at least until we can find another option. I know my apartment isn't that big but you could stay here. The couch is comfortable enough and it would satisfy King Enma for the time being,” she said hastily.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Stay here?” Hiei snorted at the very idea. He'd grow tired of her chatter within the first hour and then they'd have problems. But the idea had merit, at least part of it did anyway. “Put your address down as my place of residency if you wish, nothing says I have to stay here,” he stated. It was a rather good idea in fact, he could continue to stay where he wished and that fat fool would no longer have such a hold over his life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Botan hesitated for a moment and then nodded, “I can do that, at least in part. I'm sure that he may be expecting something like this so you may want to consider spending the nights here even if you do leave for the day. It will keep him from being suspicious.” Of course once Hiei's probation was up he'd be free to go wherever he pleased but this was a temporary solution at best. Surely his sister was worth tolerating her presence, even if only for an hour or so each night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;At first he was going to outright refuse the suggestion. He preferred to sleep out under the stars where he didn't have to worry about walls pressing in around him. Yet the knowledge that Enma was likely to have spies checking in on him made him pause. Returning at night would mean that she would be asleep and therefor unable to become a nuisance to him. It would be simple to ensure that he was gone before she awoke, of that he was certain. “I'll consider your offer,” he said after a moments thought. There was no way he was going to agree without thinking on it, especially after what had happened earlier in his visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;End Chapter One. Chapter Two to be posted when I hunt down my muse. Reviews are appreciated and cherished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:15849</id>
    <author>
      <email>smart-anime-chic@hotmail.com</email>
      <name>m i c h a</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="orangechicanime"/>
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    <title>Niou x Marui [Prince of Tennis] 30Sweets [Photograph]</title>
    <published>2007-07-06T21:05:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-06T21:05:42Z</updated>
    <category term="niou masaharu/marui bunta"/>
    <category term="tennis no oujisama"/>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Fandom: &lt;/strong&gt;Prince of Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: &lt;/strong&gt;Photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author: &lt;/strong&gt;orangechicanime (dazed-writer) (Dazed Dreamer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme: &lt;/strong&gt;18. Say Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing/Characters: &lt;/strong&gt;Niou Masaharu x Marui Bunta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: &lt;/strong&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't own Prince of Tennis nor any of its characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary: &lt;/strong&gt;You're not very photogenic, Haru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Link to (newly-made) writing journal: &lt;a href="http://dazed-writer.livejournal.com/1458.html#cutid1"&gt;http://dazed-writer.livejournal.com/1458.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:15563</id>
    <author>
      <name>a crazy, random happenstance</name>
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    <lj:poster user="girlofsoccer"/>
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    <title>30_sweets @ 2007-07-02T14:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-02T22:01:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-02T22:01:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fandom: Bones&lt;br /&gt;Title: [no title]&lt;br /&gt;Author/Artist: girlofsoccer&lt;br /&gt;Theme: #27, Cafe&lt;br /&gt;Pairing/Characters: Bones/Angela&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer/claimer (if needed): Don't own Bones, you'd know if I did.&lt;br /&gt;Summary (if needed): Bones and Angela discussing work in a café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/houselover/30sweets27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Sorry, it's really big, but my photoshop thing is down, so I can't shrink it.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:15292</id>
    <author>
      <name>axmxp</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="axmxp"/>
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    <title>30. Sweets</title>
    <published>2007-06-22T16:15:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-22T16:15:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Fullmetal Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; CANDY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt; amp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theme(s):&lt;/b&gt; 30. Sweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing/Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Alfons/Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/claimer:&lt;/b&gt; FMA does not belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.if-only.net/cake/sk/edalfonssweets.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it with a 1px brush on Adobe. &lt;br /&gt;What I've learned: size 3px is much more easier to draw with and that ED IS MEAN AND WON'T COOPERATE WITH ME. *sulk* &amp;gt;8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I LOVE TACKY, WEIRD, BADLY DRAWN FLOWERS. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:15035</id>
    <author>
      <email>novensiles@hotmail.com</email>
      <name>True, for a given value of 'true'</name>
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    <lj:poster user="johanirae"/>
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    <title>johanirae - 005. One chocolate cake please</title>
    <published>2007-06-01T08:11:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-01T08:11:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: One chocolate cake please&lt;br /&gt;House MD comic - house/wilson&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: PG. for slash and usage of dessert dressing XD&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don’t own house md. Don’t make no dough outta this. Never did. Please dun sue!!!&lt;br /&gt;Theme: prompt 005. One chocolate cake please &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b131/johanirae/House%20MD/pcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://johanirae.livejournal.com/185208.html#cutid3"&gt;One chocolate cake please&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:14827</id>
    <author>
      <name>axmxp</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="axmxp"/>
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    <title>29.  Won't you get tired of...</title>
    <published>2007-03-31T12:44:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-31T12:44:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Fullmetal Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; sausages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt; amp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theme(s):&lt;/b&gt; 29. Won't you get tired of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing/Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Alfons/Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/claimer:&lt;/b&gt; FMA does not belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.if-only.net/oekaki/pictures/Oekaki_10.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Alfons will never get tired of sausages. 8-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:14414</id>
    <author>
      <name>axmxp</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="axmxp"/>
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    <title>ART 07. Dreams</title>
    <published>2007-03-23T15:28:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-23T19:25:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Going to Madrid tomorrow (!) and will be back in one week. 8-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt; Fullmetal Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt; Snore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist: &lt;/b&gt;amp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theme(s): &lt;/b&gt;07. Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing/Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Alfons/Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/claimer: &lt;/b&gt;FMA does not belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.if-only.net/oekaki/pictures/Oekaki_9.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:14315</id>
    <author>
      <name>lime_tourniquet</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="lime_tourniquet"/>
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    <title>Jealous Much?</title>
    <published>2007-02-28T21:14:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-28T21:14:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;Kingfish Fiasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: Jealous Much?&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lime Tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;Pairing/Characters: &lt;/b&gt;Justin Barker/Travis Pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prompt: 13. Shut up!!&lt;br /&gt;Rating: &lt;/strong&gt;PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;I don’t own Kingfish Fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note: &lt;/b&gt;You know what would be really cool? If I had narcolepsy... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first thing Travis noticed as he walked into his classroom was that he was being followed. He stopped just inside his classroom door and closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to groan in frustration. Why wouldn't those kids leave him alone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going to move, Travis? Or is standing in the doorway fun for you?" Travis turned around and looked at Justin. Wait...Why was Justin here and not the...Others?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you have class?" asked Travis, taking a step to the side, allowing his friend access into his room. Justin shrugged and shut the door behind him, barring the two men in the room and away from the hallway, where those kids were standing...Watching them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin gave them all a look before shutting the door completely. The two both winced upon hearing giggles and laughter as the door shut, Justin turning to Travis and shaking his head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do they freak you out, or is it just me?" asked Travis, leaning his back against his chalkboard, watching Justin cross his arms over his chest and sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I wonder if they know," Travis chuckled and shook his head, punching Justin lightly in the shoulder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah. They're scary, but they are idiots," Justin nodded in agreement, his arms falling to his sides, taking a step closer to Travis and dropping his head on the blonde's shoulder and sighing again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate them," he muttered into Travis' shoulder, a grin breaking over his face as the other man started laughing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They aren't all bad."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're loud," grumbled Justin. "And they follow you around."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jealous?" asked Travis, his voice perking up slightly at the aspect of Justin being jealous. It was actually a funny proposition now that he thought about it. But Justin didn't answer. Instead, he straightened up and gave Travis a nod. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should get to class," said Justin in his regular emo-tastic voice. Travis tried not to frown and watched Justin reach out for the door handle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're adorable," said Travis right as Justin pulled the door open. He froze and remained unmovable for a few seconds, staring out into the hallway into the faces of that bunch of racist kids. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis thought Justin would just continue on out to his classroom, but was surprised when he slammed the door and turned around to face his boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not adorable! I am awesome! There's a difference!" Travis shook his head and walked towards his desk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right," he mumbled under his breath as an infectious smile spread over his face. Justin remanded standing by the door, &lt;br /&gt;glaring at Travis' back, not quite sure as to whether he should be pissed of or flattered. He decided to remain being his normal self (mildly pissed off) and left Travis' classroom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed a few lingering kids from the mass of kids coagulated in the hallway and stopped, noticing them giggling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shut up!"&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:13961</id>
    <author>
      <email>novensiles@hotmail.com</email>
      <name>True, for a given value of 'true'</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="johanirae"/>
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    <title>johanirae comic - Whilst you Slumber - lite R/ Shut up - PG</title>
    <published>2006-12-27T05:58:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-27T05:58:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fandom: House M.D.&lt;br /&gt;Title: Whilst you slumber&lt;br /&gt;Author/Artist: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='johanirae' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://johanirae.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://johanirae.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;johanirae&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme(s): Prompt 007 dreams&lt;br /&gt;Pairing/Characters: House/Wilson&lt;br /&gt;Rating: lite R for men groping and slash&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer/claimer (if needed): House M.D. does not belong to me. I do not make any dough outta this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b131/johanirae/House%20MD/psleep-1.jpg" alt="preview" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://johanirae.livejournal.com/156011.html#cutid1"&gt;Sweet dreams, Wilson. Sweet dreams.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: House M.D.&lt;br /&gt;Title: Shut Up&lt;br /&gt;Author/Artist: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='johanirae' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://johanirae.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://johanirae.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;johanirae&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme(s): prompt 013. Shut up!!.&lt;br /&gt;Pairing/Characters: House/Wilson&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13. Warning for slash and vague links to Line in the Sand&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer/claimer (if needed): House M.D. does not belong to me. I do not make any dough outta this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Shut Up&lt;br /&gt;House M.D. comic - House/Wilson&lt;br /&gt;Rated: PG for implied slash and hugging&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer I don’t own House M.D. Don’t make no dough outta this. Never did. Please dun sue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b131/johanirae/House%20MD/pshutup.jpg" alt="preview" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://johanirae.livejournal.com/156011.html#cutid2"&gt;Silence is golden.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:13759</id>
    <author>
      <name>a crazy, random happenstance</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="girlofsoccer"/>
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    <title>30_sweets @ 2006-12-26T11:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-26T20:00:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-27T02:07:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: Love Begins With Lies&lt;br /&gt;Author(Illustrator): girlofsoccer&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Bones&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Bones/Angela&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Theme: 16; Just Kidding&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Implied one-sided slash.&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, if I did, you'd know.&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Just give me some time, I'll come up with something pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/houselover/lbwlone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/houselover/lbwltwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:30_sweets:13334</id>
    <author>
      <name>aoshis_toy</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="aoshis_toy"/>
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    <title>Undercover Cases (Kagome/Kurama, YYH/Inu, #25)</title>
    <published>2006-11-28T05:38:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-28T05:38:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: Undercover Cases Ch. 1&lt;br /&gt;Author: Aoshis_toy&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Yuyu Hakusho/Inuyasha&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Kagome/Kurama&lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Theme: #25. Can I? Can I?&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Language, Lemon, Angst, Violence&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I do not own Yuyu Hakusho or the characters, I do not own Inuyasha or the characters. I do not profit from this fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N: This will be a multi-chaptered, X_Ryukotsusei_X is also writing a claimed pairing in conjunction with this story under the title Undercover Operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow fakecut to &lt;a href="http://inu.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600090838"&gt;Undercover Cases&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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