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This was posted three months ago. This is not the post of a guy considering leaving his band. :(

*sigh* O blah dee, o blah dah....

P.S. Thanks for all the support/comments to my last post. Community is really what fandom's all about, isn't it? ♥

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Oh. My. Fuck.

The entire internet is LITERALLY calling Ryan out.

From now on, every day is ridic fic amnesty day.

How on EARTH am I writing fic now? How?? Two days ago I thought I was done for.

Look, ridiculous vague Office-ish AU where Jon is Pam and Spencer is Jim!

Jon worked in marketing, Spencer in sales. Their cubes had been right next to each other, and Jon always joked that the wall between their desks was the neutral zone ("Switzerland!") of the office. Days were spent emailing stupid YouTube videos back and forth, or discussing the value of a fourth Die Hard movie via AIM, or convincing Greta in HR that Jon's cat's dental bills should be covered under his HMO plan. Jon never figured he'd stay with the company for too long, until Spencer came, and then...then work wasn't so dull after all.

"I have a game I like to play," Victoria said to Jon once. She worked in accounting with Danny, which meant her cube was directly across from Jon's. "I call it Jon Pong."

Jon snorted as he poured his fifth cup of coffee for the day. "Oh, yeah? Enlighten me."

Victoria smirked. "I count how many times Spencer gets up from his desk to go lean over the wall of your cube to give you heart eyes."

Jon had nearly spilled coffee all over his feet. Victoria laughed and sauntered off.

IDK, IT'S HELPING ME A LOT? \o?