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Happy birthday, londondrowning! As a gift, take the conclusion to a story that probably only you still care about, haha. Sorry it's been so long, guys. If anybody's been waiting to read until it was actually finished (anybody? No?), well, now it's finished! Drumroll please.

Title: Sad Songs to Keep Me Awake (6/6)
Fandom: Band of Jonas Brothers
Pairings: Joe Jonas/George Luz, Nick Jonas/Lewis Nixon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 9840 words (out of 49,320 total)
Disclaimer: Hopefully it is obvious that this is entirely fictional.
Summary: The Jonas Brothers defeat Hitler.
WARNINGS: Underage (16 years old). Older dude/younger dude. (Also, for the whole fic, incest, though not in this part.)
Author's Note: Big thanks to miss_bennie and irishmizzy, without whom none of this would exist. For previous installments, see: part one, part two, part three, part four, part five or use the tag. And with this, our story is complete! It's only been a year and a half.

( It never fails, whenever Nix wants to be left alone to drink in peace, he's got an entire goddamn regiment knocking down his door. )

1) Every spring I get excited when it's finally warm enough to have the windows open... and then every spring I remember why every fall I'm psyched when we get to shut the windows, because suddenly I can hear everything that's going on in the whole neighborhood. Dear lady who every night at 10 pm for the past three years has called, "Kitty! Kitty!" for fifteen minutes... FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NAME YOUR CAT.

Anyway, the house next door is only about five feet away from my bedroom window, so I almost always have the blinds closed in there. But last weekend it was really hot, so on Saturday night around 1, I was in my room reading with the light on, but I had my window open to get a breeze, and the blinds up so as not to inhibit the breeze. From where the head of my bed is, I couldn't see anything out the window, but it was open. Aaaaaand then I hear this dude moaning, and this lady shushing him.

Yeah, the couple next door was having sex, and shushing each other because it must have been very apparent that MY OPEN WINDOW WAS RIGHT THERE AND I COULD HEAR EVERYTHING. I mean, on the one hand, I appreciate the shushing because I didn't want to hear that, but on the other hand, them being totally AWARE I WAS THERE was almost creepier. Basically, ( this was my face )

2) We don't have furniture in our living room anymore. The couch went back out the window from whence it came (we videotaped it going out the window this time, so a post about that will be forthcoming -- stay sharp, internet). So basically for the next month before we both move, being in the living room is like CAMPING. By which I mean really uncomfortable -- we put a futon mattress on the floor, it's pretty hilarious.

Anyway. So all that to say that this morning when my roommate and her boyfriend walked in, I was sitting on a futon on the floor in the middle of the living room crosslegged in my pajamas, eating cereal out of a bowl and watching the Disney channel, as you do... when you're eight.

( JONAS PREMIERE! And leaked episode 2. )

3) Speaking of the Jonas Brothers, if you want an awesome introduction, you need to check these out:

JNS 101: Introduction to Jonases by irishmizzy
JNS 102: Modern Jonas History by agate
JNS 201: Jonas Music Theory by miss_bennie
JNS 315: Jonas Sexual Development by mozarts_friend

4) Apparently I'm also going to do all my super old, super out-dated TV catch-up now. God, why do I never post anymore?

5) ( Life! )

6) ( The Office )

7) I really like this Winters/Nixon Band of Brothers vid by kaydeefalls

8) Theories About Nuclear Winters is a Calvin/Susie Calvin & Hobbes fic that is so good it made me cry.

9) moireach introduced me to a drink that consists of creme de cacao, milk, and seltzer, and NO LIE, you guys, it is the best thing I have ever put in my mouth. Every time I drink it IT IS BETTER THAN I REMEMBERED IT BEING, and I overhype it EVEN TO MYSELF. Also, it was invented for oilmen in the old west or something, so even though it tastes like a fizzy chocolate soda, it is actually BADASS. Smith and Curran: you will have no regrets.

Title: Sad Songs to Keep Me Awake, part 3
Fandom: Band of Brothers/Jonas Brothers RPF
Rating: NC-17 for sexytimes
Pairings: Joe Jonas/George Luz, Nick Jonas/Lewis Nixon (in this chapter)
WARNINGS: Underage (16 years old). Older dude/younger dude. Explicit sexual content. (For this chapter; for the fic as a whole, also incest.)
Length: 7600 words (in this chapter)
Disclaimer: This is obviously incredibly fictional -- characterization of the JoBros is based mostly on my imagination, and the portrayal of the veterans is based on the miniseries, not the real people (no grandpas were harmed in the making of this fic).
Summary: The Jonas Brothers go to sexy war.
AN: The Jonas Brothers made a video set in WWII, then this happened. Visuals to help you out: Joe, Nick, Joe and Nick. fodian gets the credit/blame for the initial idea, and then miss_bennie and irishmizzy EXTREMELY EXTREMELY brainstormed this with me. The fic is dedicated to them. Also, it's super long, so I'll be posting it in parts. Previous: part one, part two, or use the tag.

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Title: Sad Songs to Keep Me Awake (1/5)
Fandom: Band of Brothers/Jonas Brothers RPF
Rating: NC-17 for sexytimes
Pairings: Joe Jonas/Nick Jonas, Nick Jonas/Lewis Nixon (in this chapter)
WARNINGS: Incest. Underage (16 years old). Older dude/younger dude. Explicit sexual content. That's just this chapter. Oh god, you guys.
Length: 7900 words (in this chapter)
Disclaimer: This is obviously incredibly fictional -- characterization of the JoBros is based mostly on my imagination, and the portrayal of the veterans is based on the miniseries, not the real people (no grandpas were harmed in the making of this fic).
Summary: The Jonas Brothers go to sexy war.
AN: This isn't my fault. The Jonas Brothers made a video set in WWII, so it could happen to anyone. Visuals to help you out: Joe, Nick, Joe and Nick. fodian gets the credit/blame for the initial idea, and then miss_bennie and irishmizzy EXTREMELY EXTREMELY brainstormed this with me. The fic is dedicated to them. Also, it's super long, so I'll be posting it in parts all week.

( When Joe gets back to their foxhole, arms wrapped around himself to keep warm, Nick's shivering next to Malark, snow coming down in his curly hair, white and unmelting against the dark brown. )

I really hate when you want something but fandom doesn't provide it, so you have to write the stupid thing yourself. It's almost as though fandom isn't a magic wish-granting machine, BUT SURELY THAT IS NOT THE CASE. Anyway, uh, that's an explanation for why I do out-of-date things like the following. P.S. Boys are pretty.

Title: Like Goddamn Men
Fandom: Band of Brothers RPF
Rating: NC-17 for sexytimes
Pairing: Damian Lewis/Ron Livingston
Length: 6400 words
Disclaimer: This is incredibly fictional -- there's barely any canon support for these dudes even talking to each other.
Summary: From the first day at boot camp they call him Nixon, and it's a weird transition, like half of him is this drunk intelligence officer in 1942, making friends with Buck and Liebgott, and the other half is still Ron, feeling kind of silly and making a video diary for HBO.
AN: Thanks to agate for the read through and, uh, the months of DLew obsessing.

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