My friend sc1ssors1ster writes Savage Garden slash. It's great, but I have this affliction-- when I read it out to someone else, I start laughing. Thankfully, she understands that this is because I keep imagining my sweet, unassuming friend writing it and it tickles me, not because I'm mocking the story.
Warning: I laugh like a hyena on this one.
Extra special thanks to the ever-loveleh sc1ssors1ster, cool wench du jour.