Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Re: MCR, Bob/Mikeyturps33July 7 2011, 20:58:59 UTC
You know I'd want to try this.
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Bob stares at the tar pool and simply says, “No.”
“If you think you can’t make it....” Mikey shrugs his shoulders and turns to the side, as if Bob’s some kind of idiot who can’t see through his tactics.
“I can make it,” and Bob can, it’s just he doesn’t see why he has to prove that. “It’s stupid.”
“It’s tradition.” Mikey takes a step forward, the toe of his boot against the black rim of tar. “Everyone does it.”
“Really?” Bob asks, and then, “Who?”
“Everyone,” Mikey repeats, watching the tar that seeps up close to his foot. “Frank’s jumped it two times.”
“Frank also climbed a bone tree and pierced his dick.” Bob steps close to Mikey, the thick steam swirling around them. “They’ll be back soon.”
“I know.” Mikey looks up and for a moment every fear is laid bare, the uncertainty that he mostly keeps hidden. “We should go and raid some pup.”
Bob waits a moment, fighting what’s sensible with what’s right.
“Not until we’ve jumped this.” Tar squelches, sucking at Bob’s boots as he gets close to the edge. “Who am I to fuck with tradition?”
“We,” Mikey says, sounding surprised. “The dare’s not for me.”
It’s not for Bob either, but sometimes he realises that you have to do something stupid, like jump a tar pool when the rest of your family are off on their own mission. But that doesn’t mean he’s jumping alone. “Double dog dare you.”
Mikey frowns, stumbling back when a tar bubble pops close to his foot. “You’re double daring me, really?”
“If I jump you do too.” Bob holds out his hand, and this is something they don’t do often, but when Mikey takes hold it feels right. He looks at Mikey and says, “We jump on three.”
Mikey grins and holds up his thumb.
They don’t make it. Of course they don’t make it. Bob’s foot slips and Mikey jumps too soon and they’re dragging each other down, landing at the side of the pool.
Bob gasps, tar in his mouth and up his nose, coating his hair and skin. He feels like some kind of tar monster, and Mikey doesn’t look any better. He’s lying half submerged in the pool, his hair in clumps and his teeth a shock of white where he’s grinning.
“This is fucking disgusting.” Mikey’s still holding Bob’s hand and he squeezes his fingers, laughing for the first time in days. “At least it’s not boiling.”
“It could have been boiling?” If he could Bob would be frowning, instead he scoops up a handful of tar, flinging it at Mikey. “Of course it could have been boiling.”
“Most tar pools aren’t.” Mikey slithers forward, tar oozing around him. All the time he’s still smiling, and he brings up his hand, swiping it over Bob’s mouth. “Thank you.”
This kiss feels weird, Mikey’s lips coated, neither opening their mouths for fear of being poisoned.
Bob holding on as responsibilities and fears are dropped for a much needed moment.
Re: MCR, Bob/Mikeygreedy_dancerJuly 9 2011, 00:47:09 UTC
No, see, it hurts to get hard, so there's an across the board ban on sex when Frank's in the vicinity, and since he's ALWAYS around and has the ears of a bat, the others are basically suffering as much as him!
Re: MCR, Bob/Mikeygreedy_dancerJuly 9 2011, 01:08:11 UTC
IT IS A FUNNY THOUGHT! :D
You know someone goes out for "a run" and comes back all relax and with that extra bounce in their step, and Frank just shakes his head at them sadly and goes all "That's alright, no reason you guys shouldn't be having fun just because I can't, I guess you just don't love me as much as I love you, I WOULD NEVER BETRAY YOU LIKE THIS" even though HE WOULD, HE WOULD IN A SECOND! :D
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Bob stares at the tar pool and simply says, “No.”
“If you think you can’t make it....” Mikey shrugs his shoulders and turns to the side, as if Bob’s some kind of idiot who can’t see through his tactics.
“I can make it,” and Bob can, it’s just he doesn’t see why he has to prove that. “It’s stupid.”
“It’s tradition.” Mikey takes a step forward, the toe of his boot against the black rim of tar. “Everyone does it.”
“Really?” Bob asks, and then, “Who?”
“Everyone,” Mikey repeats, watching the tar that seeps up close to his foot. “Frank’s jumped it two times.”
“Frank also climbed a bone tree and pierced his dick.” Bob steps close to Mikey, the thick steam swirling around them. “They’ll be back soon.”
“I know.” Mikey looks up and for a moment every fear is laid bare, the uncertainty that he mostly keeps hidden. “We should go and raid some pup.”
Bob waits a moment, fighting what’s sensible with what’s right.
“Not until we’ve jumped this.” Tar squelches, sucking at Bob’s boots as he gets close to the edge. “Who am I to fuck with tradition?”
“We,” Mikey says, sounding surprised. “The dare’s not for me.”
It’s not for Bob either, but sometimes he realises that you have to do something stupid, like jump a tar pool when the rest of your family are off on their own mission. But that doesn’t mean he’s jumping alone. “Double dog dare you.”
Mikey frowns, stumbling back when a tar bubble pops close to his foot. “You’re double daring me, really?”
“If I jump you do too.” Bob holds out his hand, and this is something they don’t do often, but when Mikey takes hold it feels right. He looks at Mikey and says, “We jump on three.”
Mikey grins and holds up his thumb.
They don’t make it. Of course they don’t make it. Bob’s foot slips and Mikey jumps too soon and they’re dragging each other down, landing at the side of the pool.
Bob gasps, tar in his mouth and up his nose, coating his hair and skin. He feels like some kind of tar monster, and Mikey doesn’t look any better. He’s lying half submerged in the pool, his hair in clumps and his teeth a shock of white where he’s grinning.
“This is fucking disgusting.” Mikey’s still holding Bob’s hand and he squeezes his fingers, laughing for the first time in days. “At least it’s not boiling.”
“It could have been boiling?” If he could Bob would be frowning, instead he scoops up a handful of tar, flinging it at Mikey. “Of course it could have been boiling.”
“Most tar pools aren’t.” Mikey slithers forward, tar oozing around him. All the time he’s still smiling, and he brings up his hand, swiping it over Bob’s mouth. “Thank you.”
This kiss feels weird, Mikey’s lips coated, neither opening their mouths for fear of being poisoned.
Bob holding on as responsibilities and fears are dropped for a much needed moment.
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but sometimes he realises that you have to do something stupid, like jump a tar pool when the rest of your family are off on their own mission.
Ha. Family. This is totally Pink Jeep verse - you can't fool me! Love it.
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This is totally Pink Jeep verse
Maybe :D
Thank you!
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“It could have been boiling?” ::LOLfacepalm::
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Thank you!
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Thank you :)
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(Also, Frank pierced his dick?? WHY??? lol)
*thumbs up to this!*
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Well, he didn't pierce it on purpose. Bone trees have spiky bone like 'leaves' and Frank climbed the tree and slipped.
Thank you ♥
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I'm sure someone kissed it better.
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*grabs crotch protectively*
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Then when he complains yet again he'll be told that next time at least he won't climb things that he shouldn't.
So Frank throws a can of pup at their heads *g*
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Someone tries to sneak out for a swift jerk off and Frank's there all, ahem. I have a broken dick, that means no sex!
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You know someone goes out for "a run" and comes back all relax and with that extra bounce in their step, and Frank just shakes his head at them sadly and goes all "That's alright, no reason you guys shouldn't be having fun just because I can't, I guess you just don't love me as much as I love you, I WOULD NEVER BETRAY YOU LIKE THIS" even though HE WOULD, HE WOULD IN A SECOND! :D
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