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The last day or so has been very emotionally draining on me, so you know, I AM NOT AT MY BEST.

I do not have a Dreamwidth account. I do not plan on opening one any time in the forseeable future. If there is a hackthis over there, it is not me. DO NOT ACCEPT ANY SUBSTITUTES! ;)

Also, I don't want to talk about Southland last night as the whole thing just drained the hell out of me.

We had to go through all the emotional horror AND THERE WAS NO COOPER?! The hell, people? You cannot upset the hell out of me right before I'm supposed to go to bed and THEN NOT GIVE ME ANY COOPER. I'd been waiting a whole fucking week and then you ripped my guts out, while reinforcing that:

A) REGINA KING FOR THE MOTHER FUCKING WIN
b) Her partner is a douchebag
c) Shawn Hatosy is a... what the hell is the problem there? Excuse me, what ISN'T the problem there. I do not understand why he's married to that woman. She's a nut job. I assume this is all about the sex whammy, which let me tell you, when you come out of the fog? WORST THING EVER.
d) PLEASE TO SEE 'A'
E) And what the fuck is up with Adams' partner, he's clearly a serial cheat, his wife is clearly tired of his shit. Ever heard of a divorce people? They made me miserable just looking at them

I RESENT GOING THROUGH ALL THAT AND NOT GETTING ANY COOPER. I'm just saying.



I need Cooper hugs. And Walsh hugs. And Ray-Ray hugs.

Can a girl just get a hug, already? Or something happy? Fuck. Tell me a joke. Sing me a song. Show me something amusing. I needs it. Man, do I need it.

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[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Brad grabs Nate's tie and pulls, tugging him the few steps closer that eliminates the space between them. Nate's suit is nothing like the suit he left in - no longer pressed and precise, but rumpled and wrinkled from yet another rally, another long train ride. "You look tired."

"Does that mean you're going to tuck me into bed?"

"Not exactly." He runs his fingers along the stretch of silk fabric then curves one finger into the loosened knot, easing it out, letting the material slide along itself until it comes apart, hanging on either side of Nate's neck, vibrant greens and blues against his white shirt. He unbuttons Nate's shirt slowly, fingers grazing the skin he bares before sliding down to the next button.

Nate shivers slightly, his eyes drifting closed. "Then what are you going to do with me?"

"Some surprises are good, Nate." Brad's fingers splay on Nate's lower stomach then slide up, pushing Nate's shirt off of him. "I'm afraid you're just going to have to trust me."

"Trust you, huh?" Nate lets his head fall back as Brad's hands slide up his arms and shoulders, making slow trails along Nate's neck. "And why should I do that?"

"Because-" Brad purrs softly as he moves in, his teeth grazing Nate's jaw. He backs him up, hands sliding down to unfasten Nate's belt as they move toward the bedroom. "I've never steered you wrong."

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Oh, Nate and Brad. I know I am spending all my time with my new shiny toy right now, but I still love you both heaps and bounds. Plus, nobody looks as good naked as you guys do.

*squishes L*

THANK YOU!

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

They do look insanely good while naked. I also meant to tell you that you could actually *request* a scenario and I'd write that for you too. Because that's how I roll.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

RILLY?! I admit I would not say more to rumpled suit Nate... or Sunday morning lazy sex... or possibly the fact that Brad's an amazing cook, but that he hasn't had anybody to cook for in forever, so he eats mostly shit and then Nate comes to vist and he's like Julia Childs as a Marine. You know, just something happy would be nice. If they're happy, I'd be happy. Hell, they could do something as simple as going to the beach and Brad putting a towel on a sleeping Nate so he doesn't get sunburn.

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