Shameless indulgence ftw!

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Okay, so I've had sort of a crappy last 24 hours and I desperately need something to make me LOL/smile/*heartclutch*/scrinchy face. In the interest of exploiting what this fandom does best (i.e. AUs!) and taking the popularity of wolfshirts into consideration, I bring you

A Whole New World: A Bandom AU Meme!

Think of this as wolfshirts in meme form! Comment with any AU idea you might've had floating around in your head and put it into fic form. It can be as complex or simple as you'd like.
Any length, pairing, and scenario is welcome! Go nuts!


(maleyka, I expected more Harry Potter 'verse, kthx. *beams*)

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Re: It's all Grey's Anatomy's fault, pt 2

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“Fuck,” Gerard mutters as he pulls his pager out of his pocket, staring at the small screen. “It’s Mrs. Parsons,” he says and looks up. “Dr. Toro is operating on her now. Endometrioid cyst, didn’t even twitch under the anti-inflammatory drugs, and Mrs. Parsons has been driving us crazy so we gotta get this thing over already,” he sighs and pouts, an action that makes Frank want to kiss him so bad which he does in the end. He was never the one to not follow impulses, in and out of the operating room.

“So you’re leaving me,” Frank runs his lips lightly over Gerard’s, “for an ovary, are you?” He bites lightly at the corner of Gerard’s mouth where he can still taste the cigarettes from that morning, along with subtle hints of Gerard’s aftershave.

“No,” Gerard’s voice is low, as he presses closer to Frank, “I’m leaving you for a chance to assist a laparoscopic surgery first hand,” he grins as Frank rolls his eyes in mock annoyance.

“But Toro is always a little late, so,” Gerard grins as he lets his hands travel down Frank’s sides to rest on his hips, fingers lightly stroking the skin visible over the waistband of the blue hospital pants, “we’ve still got about 10 more minutes left.”

Frank doesn’t even bother with a verbal answer as he crashes their lips together, his hands already in Gerard’s hair pulling lightly, his tongue teasing the inside of Gerard’s mouth.

Suddenly another beep sounds in the quiet of the room.

“Fucking pagers!” Frank yells as he digs into his pocket and pulls out his own pager, his Misfits keychain dangling from it. Gerard lets out a melodramatic sigh and lets his head fall on Frank’s shoulder. “It’s Ellis, the pulmonary fibrosis in room 308. I told them to page me if his coughing or fever got worse,” Frank says and Gerard makes an indistinct sound.

“Why did I chose this job again?” his voice is muffled by Frank’s shoulder.

“So you can have hot quick sex with me in the surgeons’ room, that’s why,” Frank says and Gerard lets out a tired laugh, his hair brushing softly over Frank’s cheek with the small movement. “And because you can stare at my ass looking hot in these sexy, sexy scrubs all day.”

Gerard lifts his head up and kisses Frank lightly on the lips. “Yeah, you do have a point.”

“I always do. So, how ‘bout we continue from where we left off tonight? You, me, pagers drowning in the toilet?”

“That sounds like heaven right now. Throw in some take-away and a hot shower and it’s a deal.”

“Only if we can fool around in the shower.”

“Mmm, deal!”

Frank grins and leans in for a kiss but stops when both pagers start screaming at the same time.

“Okay, I get it, no sex in the hospital rooms!” Frank throws his hands up in surrender as Gerard steps back, pager already in his hands. He turns off the thing and looks up at Frank; his cheeks still pink from before and his lips full and Frank smiles.

“Coming, Dr. Way?”

Gerard smiles back as he opens the door, arranging the collar of his coat before he gestures toward the hallway. “After you, Dr. Iero.”