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[harborshore]

I'm stealing a meme from colouredmango (who is borrowing my brain for the evening, btw, and has promised to feed and care for it properly--no, don't ask) and liketheroad.

Ask me about a pairing I have written (or haven't and you think I should write) and I will give you five facts about them or a ficlet or a song that is CLEARLY THEIR SONG or their wedding china pattern, etc etc! Let's say this one is any fandom/band/etc that you can reasonably assume that I'm familiar with, yeah? Familiar meaning, you know, having heard of them.

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[iamsupernova.livejournal.com]

BOB/BRIAN

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

OH MAN. I have so much canon in my head about these two, it's hard to know where to start. I wrote this, which is five times they didn't use words to communicate, so I could write you the one time they did?


It's really fucking early. No, scratch that, it's not even early, it's late, still. Brian fumbles for his phoe and tries to get his head together enough to swear but mostly fails, answering the phone with "Bwah?"

"Hey," Bob says. "Sorry." He sounds really exhausted, too, which makes no sense, because--no, Brian can't remember where they are right now. Not his job to know anymore.

Brian sits up, nearly falling out of bed. If Bob's calling right now, there's something going on. Unlike his lead singer, Bob doesn't wake Brian up if he can help it. "What's up, Bryar?"

"I just," Bob clears his throat and tries again. "I just, you know I love you, right?"

And yeah, Brian knows that, even if they never say it. "I do know that," he says, tone gentling from the just-woke-up grouchiness that was there before. Bob sounds really sad, which is weird as fuck. "I know that, idiot, of course. What brought this on?"

"We, well, we don't say it. And I'm a little drunk, and really fucking far away, and I just--"

"I get it," Brian says, switching his grip on the phone. "You'll be home in two weeks, remember?"

Bob breathes for a second, and Brian grins.

"Remember how I can't see you nodding over the phone?"

"Shut up." But Bob's sounding like himself again. "Sorry about the sap."

Brian bites down hard on his hand to try not to say what he's about to say. Fails, of course. "I don't actually mind." Dammit.

Bob's laughing now. "I knew it."

"Watch it or I'll send you the most giant stuffed teddy bear in all of Asia."

"Whatever, I can take it." And that's definitely something else, there. Brian loves their not-so-secret code phrases.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I've got the room to myself for a bit."

"Get comfortable, then."

[iamsupernova.livejournal.com]

Oh, youuuuu ♥_______♥

[torakowalski.livejournal.com]

*flails in your general direction* I ♥ them (and you) muchly.

[blindmouse.livejournal.com]

Oh, Brian :D You adorable grumpy sap.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

I did super-well on that stupid translation, and it was definitely because you took care of my brain there for a bit. *nods firmly*

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

1. Ian has no idea how long they've been doing this thing they're doing. But when he gets home from tour, he discovers Cash totally remembered the anniversary that Ian didn't even know they had. How he discovers it? Well, he touches Cash's shoulder, catches him wincing and makes him take his shirt off.

(Not that Ian is the most care-taking of persons, but he's had to develop some instincts--he's with Cash, okay? Cash is sometimes worse than Brendon, as far as the no-regard-for-his-own-safety goes.)

Anyway, Cash has a new tattoo on his shoulder. Of a guitar. Granted, the guitar is bright red and blue and really fucking ugly, but it's a guitar. Ian grins, tracing it and watches Cash fail to suppress his shivering.

2. They never pick out a china pattern, but they do eventually start buying things in the same colors. You can never have too much orange.

3. Ian knows Cash wants a band again, but he's also pretty sure he doesn't want to be in the same band as Ian again. Experience taught them they make different kinds of music.

4. They break up once, when Ian finds out Cash is talking to his old bandmates. It's not that Ian's jealous, exactly (except it totally is), he just wants Cash to go back to Singer if that's what he still wants.

Of course, two weeks into their breakup, Johnson calls him and yells, and then Marshall calls him and yells, and then after another three weeks, Singer shows up at Ian's doorstep, towing Cash.

"I swear, if you don't take him back I'm going to kill you both."

5. Lastly, they don't exactly live happily ever after, except they really actually do.

[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

Lyn-Z/Amanda Palmer! :D

[iamsupernova.livejournal.com]

HOLY JESUSFUCKING CHRIST I SECOND THIS

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

I LOVE YOUR PROMPTS.


In the universe where they go to the same art school, where Amanda looks up in the studio one day and sees the new girl, tangled black hair and a smile like--like nothing else, this is clearly their song.

This is also the universe where Amanda does art installations that are part music, part words, and part these crazy whimsical images that are all her own. Lyn-Z draws her sometimes, gives her enormous wings and calls the paintings Titania reclining or Queen Mab at her desk. When they both get tired of working, they pull all the cushions off the couch, lock their door (they both have inquisitive and/or oblivious best friends, and Gee never knocks) and, well. Amanda draws Lyn-Z some new tattoos, then, tracing over her skin until Lyn-Z curses at her and makes her move, move, move.

And, as the song goes, it's like fighting gravity, but sometimes that actually works.

[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

♥___♥ I LOVE YOU.

Oh man, I want this world so bad, uh. Can't download the song right now -- stupid computer -- but Amanda drawing on her, oh man, biggest kink. *___*

[blindmouse.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is awesome. Where are the other 30,000 words of this 'verse? ♥

[erraticonstilts.livejournal.com]

gerard/lyn-z!

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Let's call this one: First Kisses in Four What-ifs

1. In this verse I'm writing, they're both revolutionaries, right? And they've been getting closer and closer to something ever since the group rescued Gerard from jail. He'd never met Lindsey before that night, but she was--she'd rescued him and a bunch of others, and she'd finished it off by teaming up with Alicia and busting Chantal and Brian out from where they were being held at gunpoint by the foreman of the jail. Gerard couldn't stop thinking about that, about the way she'd looked, blood everywhere and her eyes, just--he can't stop thinking about it, still.

There's a moment when they're planning the Chicago move, when Lindsey calls him an idiot and says, no, they can't skip any of the three steps she just outlined or they won't even fucking get to Chicago, okay? He can't help it, he reaches out and touches her cheek and her eyes go soft.

"You're right," he says. "You're right, you know."

She nods, slowly starting to smile. "I do know," she says. "You know what else I know?"

And he can't breathe, but he has to try it, has to lean in and brush his lips across hers. She laughs against his mouth, laughs and gets her hand into his hair, holding on.

2. From the verse where they met in college:

"I swear to god, Way, if you don't stop wandering around when you have fucking insomnia, I won't be responsible for--"

Gerard opens the door and cuts off her tirade, hands already waving apologetically before he starts to talk. "I know," he says, "I know, but I just, I mean, look--" and he opens the door further, pointing at his floor.

Lyn-Z draws a sharp breath when she sees the giant paper he's rolled out on the floor that he's already started to fill with dragons and skeletons; princesses and zombies. So much color, she's kind of stunned, and she loves it. Except--

"You need," she says, pointing at one of the corners. "For balance, right?"

And he's nodding frantically, handing her a brush.

They turn it into a co-drawn work, there, and neither of them sleep all night. She kisses him when the sun starts creeping through the blinds and he looks at her like he wants to draw her, again and again and again. She knows she wants to draw him; he's definitely going in the series she was so stuck on, her creepy, creepy city.

3. The time they met in high school, he kissed her on a dare, only instead of slapping him like he thought she would, she pulled away and said, "I know it was a dare, but did you actually want to?"

He nods frantically, because, hello, fucking combat boots and attitude and anger, didn't she know how goddamn hot she was?

She smiles impishly at his flapping and says, "I think you're pretty cute too. For the record."

4. Gerard was halfway through the lecture Bob had dubbed "The Evils of Sexism in the Scene, part the 31st," when Lyn-Z looked up and put a finger against his lip.

"You're sweet," she said, "really sweet, in fact, and I wish more guys thought the way you did. Of course, you're also dead wrong about a couple of things, and I'm gonna explain why in a second, I just have to--" and she leaned forward, kissing him softly, then pulled away. "Yeah?" she said.

"I was gonna do that," was the only thing he managed to say.

"Okay then," she said, and pulled him down.

[blindmouse.livejournal.com]

I'm going to blame this on the prompts immediately above, but. Ever since Amanda Palmer tweeted that house party Gerard and Lyn-Z went to after Bandit was born, I've wanted somebody to tell me about Gerard/Lyn-Z/Amanda/Neil.

Um?

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

This is canon-esque, or, well, they all live in Neil's house in Minnesota, and they work mainly in art and writing, though they join forces to make music in a group they call the Mindless Chemical Dolls.

This is their china pattern, because they all had to come to a sort of compromise about color and kept not agreeing (Gerard wanted black, Lyn-Z wanted something with red, which Amanda sort of agreed to, because blood is always fun, and Neil wanted skeletons), when finally Neil's daughters gave up on them all and bought them this one.

It's weird, the way they work, because four people should be impossible, let alone four people who are artistic and sometimes high-strung and often in need of support. And it's true that when all of them are inspired at the same time, fighting over studio space and forgetting to eat and demanding attention and critique, sometimes it does get kind of impossible.

But when Gerard storms off, Neil or Lyn-Z will eventually follow him, drawing him out with good-natured jokes (or sex), and when Lyn-Z goes a little nuts because she's been blocked for weeks, okay, weeks, Amanda will pin her down and bite her way up Lyn-Z's thighs, licking until she's quieted down and then gotten loud again. And Neil can nearly always be distracted from his artistic woes by any of the other three starting to make out in the room. Amanda is actually the most difficult one to draw out, because her insecurities run so deep, but mostly they've learned to pile on her and tell her, "Hey, hey, we love you, we're here," until she hears them.

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

I am most interested in learning more about Bob/Gerard/Lyn-Z in that superhero 'verse. Or in any 'verse really.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

I'm really quite fond of that verse! *grins*


This is their song, and not just because I'm an unashamed sap, but rather because they actually don't have anybody else, and to say they have trust issues is understating matters. Lyn-Z moved out when she was seventeen, and lived by herself until she met Gerard, whose little brother had run away to Gotham. Gerard had followed, but he hadn't found Mikey (side note: Mikey is okay). He had, however, found Lyn-Z, and so they shared a tiny shoebox apartment and got through the last year of high school together.

Three months into the year, Bob transferred to their school. He was quiet, sometimes viciously angry and prone to fights, but Gerard saw him help out in the kindergarten (it was a K-12) and resolved to figure out what this kid was really like. It took him a month to even get Bob talking to him, even with Lyn-Z helping, but finally they got Bob to smile at their ridiculousness, and then, then--his smile was really something, you know?

That night, curled up on the bed, Lyn-Z held onto Gerard tightly and said, face buried in his hair, "Gee, I want him too, I can't, he's just--"

And Gerard nodded, "I know, I know."

It felt too big for them, this feeling that maybe they were supposed to be three instead of two, maybe, maybe. But they figured it out.

[enhendi.livejournal.com]

Bob/Mikey? :D? :D?

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Mikey walks through the door of Bob's Chicago apartment on a bright, bright, too-fucking-bright Tuesday morning.

"Frank says you're being an idiot again," Mikey announces, shrugging his jacket off and draping it over a chair.

Bob grits his teeth. "If by that he means I think you guys should find yourself a non-broken drummer, then yeah, I'm a fucking idiot."

Mikey sighs that sigh Bob recognizes as his you-are-being-stupid sigh and sits down on the couch. He pats the cushion next to him. "Sit," he says.

Bob sits and is about to keep talking when Mikey shakes his head.

"Bob, you--when I said I wanted to quit, after the Paramour, you told me to stop being an asshole and come back and help you keep the beat, right?"

Wincing a little, Bob nods to acknowledge that yeah, he really was that sappy. He meant every word though.

"I'm telling you I don't, like, want anyone else to do that with."

Bob swallows. "Mikey, I can't fucking play."

"So we fix you." And the bastard is still totally calm, how the fuck does he do that?

Mikey smiles, then. Leans in, almost too quickly to notice, and brushes his lips across Bob's. "I'm not above bribery, man."

Bob shakes his head. "Mikey, what are you--"

But Mikey kisses him again, longer this time. "Shut up and come back to the band or I'll blow you."

Bob tries to explain how that's not really an incentive, but Mikey's laughing at him, and yeah, okay, maybe he'll call that number Brian left him, maybe he'll make that appointment. Fucking idiot band.

[nokomis305.livejournal.com]

I want Babs and Lyn-Z! Cameos by the other Birds welcome. :D

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

FAVORITE. So this is set in that Bob-meets-Batman verse, in which they later find out Lyn-Z has some weird meta abilities. (She can generate enough heat to melt her way through walls, among other things.) I don't know whether you wanted younger Babs, in which case I will gladly write you another version later?


Barbara pinches the bridge of her nose. Really now, she dealt with one angry and violent former vigilante on a regular basis, did the universe really have to dump an angry teenager who is a lot like Helena AND has a very odd meta ability on her? Jesus. So far, this week has so far brought three really violent bank robberies, two escapes from Arkham, and a really unnecessary scolding from Batman--Lindsey Ballato is really not what Barbara needs right now.

"Let's try that again," she says. "You melted through the wheel of Robin's motorcycle because--"

Lindsey's mouth tightens. "If he hadn't told me to go home and leave the crime fighting to the real heroes, I wouldn't have touched his stupid bike."

"Strictly speaking you didn't. Touch it, I mean." Ha, that was definitely a grin, there. So this girl is proud of her meta abilities then.

"I suppose not."

Barbara sighs. "Look, I can't let you do this--it's too dangerous."

That earns her a very skeptical look. "You're not saying that because I'm a girl, right? It's not like you're not fighting crime, or that woman who picked me up--it's Huntress, right?"

The latter is addressed at Helena, who utterly fails not to look delighted that Lindsey's proving to be a bit difficult. Helena must have noticed the resemblance too, then.

Lindsey turns back to Barbara, suddenly looking very serious. "I'm not saying this is easy or cool or anything," she says. "I get that it's probably the dumbest thing I could be doing if I want to live until I'm 25."

Oh god, she's even younger than Barbara thought, and it hurts.

"But look, I have these abilities, and I can't not use them. I was on my own and a lot of shit almost happened to me, and I saw a lot of crap happen to friends of mine who were also on their own, and I can't not, okay? I can't not."

And Barbara meant to say no when they started this discussion, she meant to send Lindsey home to the relative safety of her apartment in a really shitty neighborhood, but somehow, somehow she decides Lindsey Ballato just might be the real thing. She's trying not to see the ghost of her insignia on Lindsey's jacket, but she calls Cass in, because if she's letting Lindsey do this, she's going to get her the best.

Lindsey's bright-eyed, standing so tall, and the ache in Barbara might just be turning cleaner, clearer. This might just work.

"You need a name," she says, and she still can't believe what she's saying. But she can't help it; Lindsey Ballato is so clearly born to fly, and more importantly, she can see her getting back up. Again and again and again.