Jar of Hearts Chapter 1: House Barrett, a game of thrones fanfic. Birthdate Verification Page. Are You Still Mad? Chapter 1: Joanne, a RENT fanfic. A/N: Okay, this might take a little explaining. :D This is based on the Alanis Morissette song "Are You Still Mad". In the song, Alanis asks an ex if he's still mad that she did various things. While I was listening to it, I kept thinking, "That sounds like Maureen... that sounds like Roger... " SO. What I have done is assigned a few lines of the song to Maureen, Joanne, Mimi and Roger, written a oneshot about each character and the reason those lines apply to them. Savvy? No?
Many thanks to GorgeousSmile, who looked over this chapter for me and motivated me to write Maureen's! Disclaimer: I don't own RENT, or the song "Are You Still Mad". Joanne walked into the kitchen and tried not to make eye contact with Maureen, who was sitting at the table in her pyjamas. But really, did she have to be so obnoxious about it all? Joanne hadn't wanted to talk to her at all, much less about the complex ethical issues she was having to deal with in her latest case.
Joanne looked up. Joanne. "What? " Bethesda, a RENT fanfic. Bethesda Disclaimer: I don't own Rent. Or American Pie. Or Brown-Eyed Girl. Or anything else you recognize. i. It's been a long October. Leaves run through the streets like rivers. Mimi's favorite season is April. Roger tunes his guitar to the sound of her voice and the idea of her in a pink fluffy dress. April was born in April and died in January. Ii. "Last night I was thinking of you," he says, sipping coffee he can't afford, looking her straight in the eye.
"Well, I'm flattered," she deadpans. "You should be. "It's not crap! "Would you just hear me out? "Don't be so morbid. "You almost did. " Silence. Mimi picks at her piece of toast. "Sorry. " "It's… it's fine. "Well, I've made a decision. She's trying to smile, but she's toeing the line between laughing hysterically and crying hysterically.
"I give you 72 hours. "You really have that little faith in me? " "Face it, Roger. "We'll just have to have more sex then, won't we? " She really smiles this time, Cheshire-cat-like and almost devious. Iii. Beauty, a RENT fanfic. Disclaimer: I don't own Rent or the characters used in this story. Beauty There's beauty in urgency. In even the most carnal moments, there's passion and desire which transcends the intensity. So when Mimi and I are together and we're fighting for control, and I'm on her, or she's on me, and when her hands are pinned to the bed, there's still a beauty. When we're alone in the loft and pin her to the wall and ravage her mouth with mine, tasting her with my tongue, eliciting the most foul and undeniably sexy requests from her lips, there's still a beauty.
When we're in my bedroom, and we're being as loud as we possibly can be, just because we know Mark can hear, and that makes it so much hotter, there's still a beauty. And so there's beauty in this moment. There's beauty as I grab her and push her into the wall, grinding hard against her. This moment is beautiful. They made it to the landing outside of the loft after was seemed like an eternity. She was trapped between Roger and the cold metal. Eighteen Month Lease, a RENT fanfic. Title: Eighteen Month LeaseAuthor: Nina/technicolorninaPairing/Characters: Roger/Mimi, Roger, Collins, past Collins/Angel, Benny/Alison, Mark, Mark/Alison, Mr.
Grey (whom I took the liberty of naming "Alexander")Word Count: 10 348Rating: Hard R or soft NC-17Genre: Romance/General/AngstSummary: Alison comes to collect the rent, and takes something else with her during the eighteen months that even Benny can't take away.Disclaimer: I own Anthony's album and did get him to sign it, but I do not own RENT.Spoilers: Post-RENT, starting in January and continuing onward.Warnings: THIS IS A MATURE STORY DEALING WITH ABUSE.
Other warnings: Main character death (not Roger), adultery, a couple of sex scenes that are actually almost graphic enough to be called that(!) , a bit of language, rare-pair, naked! Mark. I *think* that's it. The first time she comes, Mark is unprepared; does not, in fact, even know she is coming. Mark does not expect her to show just to inspect the building, but she does. The Ghost of You, a Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic. They have been traveling all over the world. First throughout the Caribbean, then Tripoli, Europe…Admiral James Norrington and his fleet have gone from coast to coast, port to port, eliminating pirates and their ships. One by one. Lord Cutler Beckett is at all times present upon the HMS Endeavor, Norrington's flagship. He is always watching, always waiting, paranoid that perhaps one day Norrington will betray him, ready to do whatever is necessary to prevent that. In a chest in Beckett's room, the heart of Davy Jones beats endlessly, restlessly, on and on and on.
And of course, whenever he is called upon, Jones himself will rise out of the mists to do the dirty work of the British Navy. Hundreds have died within the past few months. He has become a dark and dangerous man. The months in Tortuga, back before he had reclaimed his position in society, before he had sold his soul, had thickened the muscles on his body. But then of course, he had found Jack Sparrow. They won't anymore.
"I know! "