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Skinny Mikey next to Mario-Frank is something I want to see written. Mikey's all, "I was fat, once." And Frank's like, "Shut the fuck up, twig." And he goes off and pouts with his dogs, and Mikey just wants to make him feel better because he likes Frank's love handles. He's cuddly and warm!

And Mikey with his hair loose and floppy in that one picture is, nguhh.

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OMG! Now I want to see that too. So badly!

So we have Frank sitting on the couch surrounded by dogs, all frustrated about all the weight he'd put on and then Mikey sound sort of sidles in and then sits at the other end of the couch, his arms wrapped around himself and looking pathetic because it's cold and then eventually Frank would just go, 'For fuck's sake, come here' and Mikey would shuffle along until he's tucked against Frank's side.

And then after a while his hands would start to wander, creeping under Frank's sweater and resting his cold fingers against Frank's belly and then eventually they'd have sex. Lots of glorious sex that involves licking over Frank's belly and caressing his love handles, nipping him each time he gets self-conscious and tries to pull away.

And Mikey with his hair loose and floppy in that one picture is, nguhh.

Man, I know!

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Yes! And Frank's, all, "I don't want to be on top, I'll squish you."

Mikey just glares, and the thing is, Frank can out-grump everyone except Mikey. He gives in to that look, because Mikey sad is like kicking dogs. And Frank's like, all grumbly even as he gives in to riding the hell out of Mikey, "you're a feeder, Mikey Way. Me and the dogs, we're all fat because of you."

And Mikey just nods his head, all happy, like, "Yes! Duh! Because I love how warm and cuddly you are!"
And Frank says, "That's great for dogs, but I don't want to be fat. I want to be bony, like you."
And Frank shakes his head, and is like, "You can't have two skeletons in love. It doesn't work, it's all pain and sharp bones. See, this way, we fit together and you're all soft and cushion-y, and you fit into all the spaces between my bones."
Frank: "...you said bones."
"Ride my bone, asshole."

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"You can't have two skeletons in love. It doesn't work, it's all pain and sharp bones. See, this way, we fit together and you're all soft and cushion-y, and you fit into all the spaces between my bones."

That's such a beautiful metaphor. Of course Frankie had to go ruin it by being twelve.

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He appreciates it deep down, he just isn't great at doing the mushy stuff. :)

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Hearts in my eyes!

This is the most glorious thing ever!

I'm just going to be over here beaming as I imagine that <33333

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*blush* Thanks. :D

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Would y'all mind terribly if I stared at you all heart-eyed for a moment? ♥____♥

IOW, someone really, really needs to write this. It would be awesome.

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Heehee, I agree, someone should write it! :D

Oh, you all mean me. :) I'll add it to my list, but no guarantees I'll get anywhere with it anytime soon. I still have my big bang to work on.

Speaking of which, I better hop to it.

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delphinapterus.livejournal.com

"Ride my bone, asshole." *sporfle* Lovely. It's warm and comfortable yet at the same time so very much them.

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Thanks. :D Heehee, yeah.

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Glad to see I'm not the only one around watching The Biggest Loser :p

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I love that show. But it keeps making me cry.

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Same here lol

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sperrywink

Ooohhh, Hockey!AU!! I forgot all about that!

I'm glad the Serendipity story is going well.

I love those pictures of Mikey, particularly the arms one. You find all the best stuff.

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I had too until I was reminded by someone posting a song that used to be played at the Wasps rink. I think it could work nicely for BBB. Cheesy and cliched for sure, but fun with an element of h/c to make it interesting.

It's going great, though I'm going to hit a mournful scene soon :(

Mikey has lovely arms. He needs to show them off more.

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turlough

I had completely forgotten about the hockey AU! You should totally write that, I remember it was great fun. (Was Patrick in it, I've forgotten? Because then you could make the secondary pairing Gerard/Patrick as a change from your usual Bob/Gerard. *hint* *hint* :-)

Ways!! They look so completely not!alike in that picture, such a difference compared to the recent pictures.

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I'd forgotten about it too. How I don't know as I plotted loads of details. You know, I don't think Patrick did have a role. That's so wrong. I think Pete may have to persuade him to bring his portable keyboard and play a tune when each goal is scored. I can just see Patrick sitting behind the goal, looking disgruntled and wrapped up in a scarf and hat, his keyboard on his knee.

They look so different. Body language and physically.

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turlough

Are you trying to make Patrick into the cheerleader, that would be hilarious!

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Ahahahahah. No. Just the dude who plays the music. But now all I can think of is Patrick apathetically rustling a pom pom and threatening to stick it where the sun doesn't shine when Pete yells that he needs to put more effort into it.

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Mikey is really blond in the top picture. I keep wondering if his band made blond jokes when he got that blond or if it was gradual enough nobody really noticed.

Frank in his sweater. I'm so hoping he keeps up with that look. Mikey's shirt/vest outfit makes him look so tiny. The perspective on that last picture is amusing me because it looks like Frank is talelr than Mikey and Mikey is sort of unamused by that.

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I suspect it was a gradual thing as he was really blond in his bird's nest phase too. After that hair do they were probably immune to any changes he made.

I really like Frank in his sweater. He looks so comfortable and yeah, Mikey does look tiny. Okay, now you're making me think about

tempore's comment again. *fans self*

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rikes

Wildly off topic and also random, but do I remember correctly that you like bath bombs? :D Because I got one as a gift a while ago, but the problem is that I don't have a bathtub! Nor do my parents, my sister or any of my friends that I can think of. This country is obviously not big on bathtubs. :D So, it's free to a good home.

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I love bath bombs! I'd so take it off your hands. Thank you!

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rikes

Excellent. This one has a snowflake on it, I'm sure you'll enjoy it in May. :P

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This is why I don't watch any tv that includes the 'voting off the island' concept. Actually, I don't really watch tv in general. But if I was going to, there wouldn't be any voting going on, because they always vote off my favorites. When Heather got voted off America's Next Top Model I cried.

Does this pre-school Bob fic involve Bob being in pre-school? Or being a pre-school teacher? Pls be telling me more.

Also: MULTI-BAND HOCKEY!AU?!?!?! PLEASE TELL ME THERE'S A WASHED-UP PLAYER AS THEIR COACH, WHO'S ALL SURLY AND MISANTHROPIC AND THEN LEARNS A VALUABLE LESSON ABOUT LIFE. (Hockey movies are my crack. And, like, I don't actually follow hockey. Actually, I'm a big fan of the sporting movie as a general concept, and I hate sport.)

Basically, just tell me everything about everything you're writing, ever. I need to know. I cannot wait until they are finished. I am impatient!

Oh MikeyWay. Your :-| face makes me all \o/.

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OMG! I remember Heather! I was watching more Biggest Loser today and they have a father and son team and it looked like they were going to be split up and I was welling up.

Bob is a pre-school teacher. It's a prompt I picked up for bandom_au but never got a chance to finish so I'm doing so for wave one. Ray is the principal of a small independent school while Bob retrained as a pre-school teacher when his wrists fucked up big time. So, because the school is independent and Ray has trouble getting staff Bob offers to teach for a term before going back to Chicago. He has this crappy apartment because he has no intention of staying and goes out and has one night stands just because.

Then he meets his kids and things happen like him having jam sessions on plastic tubs, there are photos on the wall outside his classroom of each kid and also Bob, except all you see is his chest. When he has a bad wrist day the kids decorate his splints with gold stars for being brave.

Then he goes and has a one night stand with Mikey, except of course he doesn't know it's Mikey until Ray tells Bob he needs to come out and meet some of his friends. Things happen, Bob and Mikey have a hot and heavy thing going except Bob still says he's going so neither will commit to anything and then Ray needs funding for the school and this concert happens with the kids making music and Bob realises that he kinda likes it here, he loves his job is getting new friends and the only issue is he really likes Mikey but he's never indicated it was anything more than casual.

And now I've told you more than you wanted to know about that. YES THERE IS A WASHED UP COACH! It's Brian in fact, who's forced to coach the team as punishment -- yes, I am stealing from every clichéd hockey movie out there -- He thinks everyone on the team are idiots, not surprising when Jon walks around the rink in flip flops and in training Mikey stays near the boards and texts instead of you know, actually skating.

I actually started this before the Panic split so I think I'll modify and have those four not really talking at first until the first game when one of them -- probably Ryan -- gets smacked deliberately in the face with a stick and Spencer sees red and gets in a huge fight with the other player as Brendon and Jon hover over Ryan as he pulls himself together.

Pete is the only good player at first and the only reason he joins the team is to flirt with Mikey, which means the rest of the team don't really take to him as Pete comes on and just takes over as he shows off.

Ryan and Gerard create the team uniform and it's only Brian putting his foot down that stops it being sparkly with attached feathers. Yet another thing that means Brian spends most of his time kicking things and hating his life. Until he sees that the team is coming in early to practice and slowly start to pull together. So he starts to coach them in earnest and finds out that weird kids are worth something too.

Following all sports movies ever they get better and get to the two legged final of some kind of cup, which is when poor Mikey gets taken out big time and is carted off to hospital. Of course Gerard goes with him and Pete's beside himself so is no use at all on the ice and at the end they're 7 goals down.

Then it's the final game, and I suspect you may know what happens.

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::facepalms:: I just did actual victory arms when you said Brian was the washed-up, surly coach. Thank goodness I live alone.

Also, I approve of the preschool-teacher-Bob idea LIEK WHOA AND CUPCAKES. Gold stars on his wrist braces! ♥

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Ahahahaha. I'm often glad I'm alone while online. I get over excited at times.

Brian is a perfect washed-up surly coach. I'm sure he'll end up kicking the boards often in anger.

Pre-school teacher Bob has been living in my WIPs for ages. I really need to finish that.

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Bah I'm replying to this late. Sorry!

Bob is a pre-school teacher. This is, without a doubt, the most awesome five (six?) word combination in the history of the english language. I am so excited for this story! Gold stars for bravery? Drumming sessions on plastic tubs? ::flails with glee:: You could never tell me too much about this story, btw - you could have literally copied&pasted the entire story into a series of comments and I still would have been all 'more! more!' I think I'm going to have to try to snag it for my mix for bbb, as I seem to already have an idea for the cover art. Or maybe I'll just make you stuff anyway. ::ponders::

And Brian will make an awesome washed-up coach. Have you cast anyone as the Bash Brothers? There definitely need to be a pair of bruisers on the team. I'm super excited for this fic as well.

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Oh hey, no sorry needed at all!

The pre-school Bob story is planned so clearly in my mind. I just need to finish it. Have a snippet.

By the time Bob reads through the files and readies his classroom it's close to five in the afternoon. He's stocked his desk with the essentials and spent almost an hour sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the sand table as he carefully fixed stickers and names to small plastic trays, one for each kid in his class. The hooks in the coat nook have matching stickers and Bob runs his hand over a picture of a red car, trying to iron out the tiniest of wrinkles. The coat hooks themselves are at his waist hight and there's a low bench running along the walls, the slats rainbow coloured with space underneath for rainboots and outdoor shoes.

A last critical look at the sticker and he goes back into his classroom, gathering up his bag. Slinging it across his chest he takes a moment to just look around, taking in his room. At the animal alphabet posters he's stuck to one wall and the tiny red chairs pushed neatly under the four small tables -- red, blue, yellow and green -- each one with a container of coloured pencils in the middle. The small touches mean the room is starting to look less bare, and Bob knows that soon the walls will be covered with pictures and enthusiastically crafted projects.

Bob's spent a lot of time planning those projects, pouring over his old text books and searching the internet for anything new. Often his hands itch to hold drum sticks and instead he's copying out plans to make masks out of cereal boxes and feathers, or he becomes nostalgic for intimate clubs and booming music when he's trying to remember the latest teaching on literacy in pre-school children. Fact is, some of Bob's friends thought he was insane when he gave up teching and playing drums for a mature student teaching course and an uncertain future. If he's honest, sometimes Bob thinks that they've a point.

Then he thinks of his training course, the practical lessons where he told stories and painted pictures and ended up with strawberry jelly on his new blue shirt. It's those memories that remind him that while this teaching thing is unexpected, that doesn't mean it's not right.

I haven't cast the Bash Brothers! But you're right, I need some bruisers. I need to ponder.

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That snippet has made my morning. I'm gonna be all \o/ at work today, yay!

I'm thinking Zack needs to be a bash brother. Maybe with Worm? Do we know the names of any of the bodyguards/minders?

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