The Road to Hell is Paved with Fangirls and Tennis Balls

Title: One Year Two Weeks [Miyata/Tamamori]
Rating/Warnings: R because this is finally the tambourine closet fic.
Summary: Miyata's feeling nostalgic this week, and also gives Tamamori a scarf.
AN: This fic took the most drastic rewrite I've had to do to a fic in forever. The first draft was cute and sexy and totally, totally wrong, and it probably had to triple in length to get to where it is now. Thanks to snowqueenofhoth for helping me nail down the problems and for thinking about it all day at work, and to diamondsjack for betaing at 3 am. Also, I've listened to RESCUE on loop 49 times so far.

This probably works best if you understand that it exists in the same continuum as A Faulty String of Christmas Lights and Dating Is Not A Spectator's Sport, etc.

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Spent all day dicking around with the posters on my bedroom walls and switching out old stuff for new. Have pictures!

but first, rats:



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This is always a stressful project for me, because it means i have to work through my "OH GOD CHANGE BAD" neuroses, and then also the ones about things matching and fitting together and bands being all together, which as you can see is impossible. DBSK and Koji Seto and Rain all invaded the JE corner! OH NOEZ.