Who wears short shorts?
Not me, apparently.
From gblvr, a meme:
take the major fanfic catagories and write something for each using ten words or less.
I’m on a Leverage kick right now.
Angst:
Sophie turned away as Nate poured.
Six words. I can do this. Of course, that was an easy one.
Fluff:
Hardison popped the top of the Tupperware and peered in. “You handmade marshmallows?”
Spencer didn’t bother to look up. “Doesn’t everyone?”
Hardison set the container on the hearth. “Don’t even. You are not normal.”
Spencer hid his smile.
Devereaux gestured with one fluffy cube. “I don’t know what your problem is, these are really good. Parker, share.”
“No. Mmmph!”
Devereaux rolled her eyes and rubbed her fingertips over the paper towel, still talking to Hardison. “Besides, you didn’t bat an eye at the Ghiradelli. It’s not like I brought Hershey’s.”
He raised one eyebrow in feigned disbelief. “You lifted it either way. You didn’t make the chocolate. Parker, stop hogging the marshmallows. They are supposed to go on the crackers. Here, like this.”
The muffled noise she made sounded vaguely like “Why?”
Hardison: “Just trust me and do it my way.”
Parker swallowed and said, “Okay.” The other three were careful not to react.
Not the fluff you were looking for? Certainly not the short that the meme commands. 154 words according to Word. I fail. Okay, let’s try this again.
UST:
Since when could Alec recognize Eliot’s actual smile? Oh shit.
Ten on the nose.
Friendship:
Please, Nate, no.
It’s not optional. Rendezvous at Will Call.
ten words and will make no sense at all to anyone not familiar with the show. That’s a special kind of win, isn’t it?
Hurt/Comfort:
You need a doctor?
Nah, man. Got you. Ow!
Nine words. Go me!
Adventure:
What’s in the bag?
My perfume and your climbing rig.
Good.
Shoot. That’s eleven. But it needs the last word. Drat. We’ll apply the extra to the one above and call them both ten, how’s that?
Smut:
Hardison knew better than to suggest bondage.
So they did.
Ten words on the nose and an OT3. *grin*
Humor:
“You’re upside down.” Alec blinked.
“Gonna punch Parker,” Eliot growled.
Okay, so it’s funny to me…
From gblvr, a meme:
take the major fanfic catagories and write something for each using ten words or less.
I’m on a Leverage kick right now.
Angst:
Sophie turned away as Nate poured.
Six words. I can do this. Of course, that was an easy one.
Fluff:
Hardison popped the top of the Tupperware and peered in. “You handmade marshmallows?”
Spencer didn’t bother to look up. “Doesn’t everyone?”
Hardison set the container on the hearth. “Don’t even. You are not normal.”
Spencer hid his smile.
Devereaux gestured with one fluffy cube. “I don’t know what your problem is, these are really good. Parker, share.”
“No. Mmmph!”
Devereaux rolled her eyes and rubbed her fingertips over the paper towel, still talking to Hardison. “Besides, you didn’t bat an eye at the Ghiradelli. It’s not like I brought Hershey’s.”
He raised one eyebrow in feigned disbelief. “You lifted it either way. You didn’t make the chocolate. Parker, stop hogging the marshmallows. They are supposed to go on the crackers. Here, like this.”
The muffled noise she made sounded vaguely like “Why?”
Hardison: “Just trust me and do it my way.”
Parker swallowed and said, “Okay.” The other three were careful not to react.
Not the fluff you were looking for? Certainly not the short that the meme commands. 154 words according to Word. I fail. Okay, let’s try this again.
UST:
Since when could Alec recognize Eliot’s actual smile? Oh shit.
Ten on the nose.
Friendship:
Please, Nate, no.
It’s not optional. Rendezvous at Will Call.
ten words and will make no sense at all to anyone not familiar with the show. That’s a special kind of win, isn’t it?
Hurt/Comfort:
You need a doctor?
Nah, man. Got you. Ow!
Nine words. Go me!
Adventure:
What’s in the bag?
My perfume and your climbing rig.
Good.
Shoot. That’s eleven. But it needs the last word. Drat. We’ll apply the extra to the one above and call them both ten, how’s that?
Smut:
Hardison knew better than to suggest bondage.
So they did.
Ten words on the nose and an OT3. *grin*
Humor:
“You’re upside down.” Alec blinked.
“Gonna punch Parker,” Eliot growled.
Okay, so it’s funny to me…