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Have a meme, which was harder than I expected.

Rules: Take the major fanfic catagories and write something for each using ten or fewer words.

Angst: Gerard unclenches his hand, the pills clatter against the floor.

Fluff: ♥ :D :| "Ditto," Mikey says.

UST: Gerard sings, Bob never hears the right words.

Friendship: Frank holds Bandit and doesn't cry at all -- much.

Hurt/Comfort: Frank hands Ray the hot tea, says fondly, "Diseased fucker."

Adventure: Grinning, Frank grabs Gerard's hand, says, "Three, two, one, jump!"

Smut: "Really?" Mikey says, as Frank holds the cucumber and grins.

Humor: Red-faced, Gerard hands Mikey the condoms. Pete yells, "Thank you!"

For ~T

AU: The keys are under the unicorn. Bob hesitates, still unsure.

Crossover: "Oh my god! Gerard says, watching the coffee appear.

For Turlough.

Crack: Ray tosses his mane, says,"Call me My Burly Stallion."

Apparently ~T owns me today

Angst: "No!" Gerard yells, as his coffee spills on the floor.

Fluff: Gerard cradles his mug close, says, "I love you."

UST: The coffee mourns, why does Gerard always use a spoon?

Friendship: The machine drips, Gerard smiles as he says good morning.

Hurt/Comfort: "Fuck!" Gerard jumps up, hot coffee scalding his crotch.

Adventure: Coffee, Gerard thinks, tastes amazing on top of a mountain.

Smut: Gerard squirms and blushes, coffee enemas are good.

Humor: "knock-knock..." Gerard waits, coffee will finish the joke one day.

AU: The coffee pool shimmers, it's Gerard drinking time!

Crossover: "Sorry," Gerard whispers at his mug. "Ray likes tea."

Crack: Gerard dives into the mug. His dream come true.

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Maybe Bob would corner Mikey first and wrestle the ear buds away and say "so. Does your brother think zombies and vampires and gruesome death are valid romantic metaphors?" And Mikey would be all "*glare of 'you've been in this band how long, and you STILL have to ask me that?'*" And Bob would feel slightly embarrassed (because, he's been in that band how long and he still has to ask Mikeyway that?) and hand the ear buds back and say, "Right. Well. I just wanted to be sure."

And then Bob would do something like arrange to hang out with Gerard and watch a zombie movie marathon. He's also order Gerard's favorite pizza and bring a twelve pack of Mountain Dew Code Red. And Gerard would be all, "you brought me zombies, pizza and highly caffeinated carbonated beverages. IS THIS A DATE?" And then there would be kissing.

*giggles* Awwwwww, so adorable!!!

Yay for more awesome not!fic! I love how this worked out. :D

And speaking of not!fic... I was poking around for the vampire!Gee and his 'minions' not!fic, but can't seem to find it. Point me, pretty please?

I copied it over to my DW account, here (http://mahoni.dreamwidth.org/7159.html).

(Can I ask, here in a safe place, why is it that when someone says "I am sad when people are being mean about people I like," someone else always takes that to mean "I bet you want to hear about another instance of something like that, don't you. WELL LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT ONE."

I'm really sad now.)

I KNEW it was over at DW! I'm not sure I have you friended there though. This multiple journal thing is very bewildering. *sighs*

Thank you for the link. ♥

And of course you can ask stuff like that! My theory on this is that that behavior is an attempt at relating through shared experience. You know, an attempt at skewed empathy. Alternately, it's sharing misery and/or gossip. Though sometimes people are just thoughtless.

I try to believe in the more optimistic intentions.

But it sucks that they made you sad. You want me to go chew on someone's kneecaps for you? You know, after the restorative snuggling?
*holds out the fleecy blanket all enticing-like*

*smooches*

Edited 2009-07-08 02:53 (UTC)

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That is the perfect ending! The detail about him putting the buds back in is making me so happy.

As is the date and kissing. If I wasn't already up to my eyes in fic I'd be tempted to write this right now!

I'm having that problem too! Well, that and I can't write no-frills real-life-ish romance. (Or. Okay, romance in general. I have a cold, cold heart. Or something.)

It's awfully nice to ponder even in a not-fic form, though. ♥ Faily Bob/Gerard ♥

PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PRETTY PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????

I NEEEDDDDDD ITTTTTT!!!!

:D

It looks like you're getting it :)

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WOOT!