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warmingweather made a post today about eggbabies that students have to nurture in health class and the like. Teenagers thrown together to raise an egg/have a fake marriage for a few weeks.
Its the perfect plot device- it can work for fluffy, angsty, hurty fics, character studies, pre/etablished pairings/enemies and everything in between.
So.
100 or more words about your pairing of choice in the Egg Baby Meme!!!
Comment here with your drabbles!!!!!
Its the perfect plot device- it can work for fluffy, angsty, hurty fics, character studies, pre/etablished pairings/enemies and everything in between.
So.
100 or more words about your pairing of choice in the Egg Baby Meme!!!
Comment here with your drabbles!!!!!
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Date: 2008-04-13 06:30 am (UTC)The ongoing mantra being chanted in Ryan Ross' head sounds a little like this: not him not him not him PLEASE GRETA she's nice our last names are so close! not him not him he's so fucking ridiculous are you FUCKING SERIOUS MR. HURLEY nononononono. Brendon Urie practically skips across the classroom and Ryan contemplates the strength and noose-like quality of his paisley neckerchief. Then, duh, it's a neckerchief. Why the hell didn't he listen to Spencer this morning and wear the scarf like he told him to?
"Ryan, wow, this is going to be totally awesome! We get to be parents of a baby! An egg baby! I'm so excited, aren't you? Mr. Hurley, he's such a good home ec teacher. I mean, this is like, practice for real life. So cool. We need a name, any preferences? No? How about Jasmine? Like the princess in Aladdin, oh oh oh and we can call her, it's a her, right? Well we can call her Jazzy for short because, think about it, any child of ours would have to be a "jazzy" girl with your fashion sense and my dazzling personality," he says in maybe two breaths.
For a fleeting moment, Ryan thinks the ridiculously joyous grin on Brendon's face could make even that stoic kid Bob in his History class feel like baking snickerdoodle cookies or snuggle with some bunnies or some stupid shit like that. Then Ryan lets his head hit the desk with a loud thunk because, honestly, how is this kid even real.
I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT BECAUSE I DREAMED ABOUT IT. SERIOUSLY. I WENT TO BED AT 12, DREAMED, WOKE UP AT 2 SOMETHING AND THIS WAS PRODUCED. ugh brain let me sleep once in a while.
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Date: 2008-04-13 03:20 pm (UTC)best line of any fic ever???????? PROBABLY.
this was so funny and cute, omg.
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