microfic meme
Try to write different categories of fic (angst, fluff, UST, etc) in 10 words or less.
Angst:
He was a Lima Loser, and would be forever. Fuck.
AU:
Artie! Stop jumping around and sit your ass down!
Crackfic:
Somehow, Ms. Sylvester managed to impregnate Mr. Schue. Don’t ask.
Crossover (Glee/Les Miserables):
Enjolras, Kurt doesn’t feel your barricade is haute couture enough.
Death:
Kurt thought it was ironic how Puck died of AIDS.
Episode Related:
Puck yanked Kurt’s scarf, delighted in noise Kurt made.
First Time:
Kurt didn’t know what to expect, and neither did Puck.
Fluff:
Puck smiled shyly and brushed his fingers over Kurt’s wrist.
Humor:
Puck in the dumpster was the highlight of Kurt’s week.
Hurt/Comfort:
"Idiot", said Puck fondly, dabbing antiseptic on Kurt’s split lip.
Smut:
Puck’s hands were scalding hot, flying over Kurt’s white skin.
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I fail at LJ cut :(
However, I do feel like elaborating on one of those:
Fluff: Puck smiled shyly and brushed his fingers over Kurt’s wrist. They were sitting in a crowded booth at Applebee's (or Crapplebee's, as Kurt called it) along with Rachel, Quinn and Finn. Their thighs were pushed together, American Eagle jeans rubbing against Ralph Lauren trousers. Fingers tangled together under the table, Puck's rough callouses contrasting with the manicured softness of Kurt's hands. It was some variation of an oddly tantric ravishment, Kurt thought to himself. Every twist of Puck's fingers sent a jolt of electricity throughout his body, tingling along his veins. Almost too much to handle, he mused, squeezing Puck's fingers. Puck shifted his right thigh closer to Kurt, forcing them closer together. Oh yes, it was going to be a long night of sensory overload, Kurt decided. He didn't mind one bit.
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Sorry if that's completely incoherent, but it needed to get out of my head before I go to sleep