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[the_sidewinder]

This is a message for Vik:

Dear Vik.

You are not online. Therefore, you are gay.

Lots of love, Ross.

This is a message for everyone else who is online and not gay: Please comment with prompts for drabbles. I am bored and derive pleasure from writing things for people. Yeah, it's been done before, but then so has sex and no one complains

Comments

[jennythespam]

Write me a fic where one of the hors has a cold and the others have to look after him OR write a general seasonal SCROOGEY sort of fic with a happy spammy ending...
AND I WILL LOVE YOU LONGTIME!!1!
But ya dunt have to, YOU ASKED FOR IT!! XD

[the_sidewinder]

OH AND OMFG I ALREADY WROTE THIS FARIS/JOSH DRABBLE WHERE JOSH WAS ILL IF YOU WANT TO READ IT BUT IDK.

[jennythespam]

YES

YES

YES

THERMOMETER

[the_sidewinder]

Faris scowls in Joshua's pallid, pouting face, seizing his chin roughly in one long hand

[the_sidewinder]

I don't know who he is, sorry! *googles*

But hmm. Joshua/Mikeyway? An interesting choice madame. *plots*

SHIRTS

[the_sidewinder]

YES YOU ARE. UNLUCKY. HE SOUNDS COOL THOUGH. HERE IS YOUR DRABBLE, PLEASE ENJOY.

The only sound was a continuous laughing, and if it carried on Joshua thought he might well punch Rhys square in the face, friend or not. His ears burned red and he walked away at top speed, cursing everyone in the entire world, whether it was their fault or not. And really, it was no one’s fault; it was a horrible divine miscalculation that somehow he had ended up at this stupid festival wearing the same t-shirt, the same fucking t-shirt as the bass player from My Chemical Romance. Of all the bands it could have been, he thought to himself angrily. Of all the fucking bands playing today, it had to be them. It wouldn’t have even been so bad if it had been the guitar player; at least he looked kind of cool, what with the tattoos, but that skinny, bespectacled, bass-playing…Josh couldn’t find a word suitable, so he just continued storming away at top speed, hoping the other band had not spotted him. He wrapped his jacket tighter around his torso,

[sexy_schnitzel]

If I even see the word "Pete Wentz" I will come to your house and kill you while you sleep. That is a promise.

THAT'S GONNA PUT CHELSEY OFF, THEN.

AHAHAHAHHAHAA OH DEARY, DEARY ME.

Okay, The Horrors Sesame Street AU crack. NOW.

Also, I can has Tom/Tony Harrison?

[the_sidewinder]

DUDE I AM WRITING THE SESAME STREET CRACK AT THE MOMENT, CHAPTER ONE WILL BE DONE SOON ENOUGH.

Tom/Tony Harrison? I hate your brain. At least give me a prompt?

[sexy_schnitzel]

OH MY DEAR GOD ARE YOU ACTUALLY SERIOUS?!

Wow okay okay, remember to breathe. Remember to breathe.

Umm prompt, right.

Sunburnt.

[the_sidewinder]

OF COURSE I AM SERIOUS. BARON VON ROSSINGTON IS A MAN OF HER WORD.

i can't believe i'm actually going to write this shit

[jennythespam]

MOAR MOAR MOAR.

I want one about clothing that you wear for years and one about houseplants.

[the_sidewinder]

Yeahh seriously, I'm wildly uninventive when it comes to pairings, so you need to specify. But clothing you wear for years. Dude I like that one.

OLD CLOTHES

[the_sidewinder]

The jumper still smelt familiar; Tom could tell it did by the way Josh pulled it up over his mouth and nose, not so surreptitiously inhaling the scent, and Tom couldn’t really bear the way it brought tears to his friend’s eyes, tears he fiercely blinked away, hiding under his fringe and pretending he didn’t care that the smell was gradually fading. Tom could never do anything in these moments except discreetly squeeze Josh’s arm, try and fail to find the right words to offer some comfort, and act like he didn’t notice that the jumper hadn’t been washed now in several weeks, and yet Josh still wore it every day. As if he thought that one day he’d have a chance to give it back.

HOUSEPLANTS

[the_sidewinder]

Joe laughs at Rhys’ hair all the time. It’s like a pot plant, he says. It needs constant attention. The exact amount of moisture or it droops everywhere. Joe clearly thinks this is a very funny thing to say, since he says it very loudly in front of anyone who will listen, being, as he is, an attention whore. Rhys just smiles to himself, thinking of how easy it is to goad Joe into destroying every lock with restless hands, the same way a child pulls apart a daisy, and Rhys always chants in his head: loves me, loves me not…

This is the fail you get when you give me prompts like "house plants".

[onneonlights]

TOM/PETE WENTZ

HAHAHAA SORRY. OKAY. BUT REALLY. TOM/MIKEYWAY! :DDD

[onneonlights]

oh man, i totally forgot about a prompt. uhhm. uhhhhm. i don't know, anything, preferably focusing on the fact they're both stupidly tall and skinny and probably wouldn't like each other even though they CLEARLY HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON and could bond over ANGST.

it is possible i've given them far too much thought in my time XD

[the_sidewinder]

Thy wish is my command oh Chels. I shall return anew.