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wastethesewords a comm set up to help finish a story by the 1st of December. I picked Bob in Spaaaace! because I'd love to get that finished before SeSa angst sets in. So, I'll see how it goes.
It's mostly bandom, but all fandoms are welcome, so you should check it out if you're interested in something like that.
I should add words to the AU today, but to be honest I'm in such a mood with myself that it's a bad idea. Killing one of the main characters would not be good.
Therefore, I'm offering prompts. Bandom only, sorry. I need practice writing in that fandom.
Pairing and a prompt and I'll see what I can do. MCR, FOB and Panic, because I don't know enough about the others to write them.
ETA: I have plenty. Thank you :)
wastethesewords a comm set up to help finish a story by the 1st of December. I picked Bob in Spaaaace! because I'd love to get that finished before SeSa angst sets in. So, I'll see how it goes.It's mostly bandom, but all fandoms are welcome, so you should check it out if you're interested in something like that.
I should add words to the AU today, but to be honest I'm in such a mood with myself that it's a bad idea. Killing one of the main characters would not be good.
Therefore, I'm offering prompts. Bandom only, sorry. I need practice writing in that fandom.
Pairing and a prompt and I'll see what I can do. MCR, FOB and Panic, because I don't know enough about the others to write them.
ETA: I have plenty. Thank you :)
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Date: 2008-09-16 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-16 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-16 11:47 am (UTC)~*~*~*~
It's not a deep-dark secret. It isn't a secret at all really. It's just, Brendon likes to keep some areas of his life to himself. And okay, maybe to some people that's a surprise, because Brendon tends to be an open book. About the things he wants to show anyway. Like when he's happy, or sad, or anything in-between.
Except this.
It starts innocently enough. A few spare minutes spent on You Tube, a picture saved here and there. Until suddenly, one day, he looks up and finds out he got hundreds of clips favourited -- in a fake name of course, Brendon isn't stupid -- and a hidden folder in his laptop devoted to Mikey Way.
Wait. No. Strike that. To Mikey Way's boots. Brendon has to be truthful, and the fact is. While Mikey's hot and all, it's the boots that make Brendon drool. They're just, perfection.
Which is a problem, because suddenly Brendon has this connection in his mind. Like, Mikey Way's boots equal instant hard on.
Now normally this isn't an issue. It isn't like Panic run in the same circles as My Chem, and Brendon's a resourceful guy. He can think about other things apart from the boots. Usually. Mostly. The thing with the new guitar tech was a one-time only mistake. It wasn't as if the boots were the same, just looked similar, and anyway. Brendon was holding his guitar and had waved away the stain as sweat.
So, yeah. Things are fine. He concentrates on other things and only looks at the boots when he's in his bunk. And okay, maybe the others think he has some kind of sleeping disease or something now, but that's fine. They're always saying he needs to sleep more anyway.
Then it's announced they're doing a joint show with My Chem.
Brendon's screwed.
In theory the plan to desensitise himself is a good one. But three days, two jars of hand cream and one sore dick later, Brendon knows he's doomed.
Lying on his bunk, legs spread and laptop open on his chest he imagines meeting the band -- nightmare scenarios where he's powerless to stop himself dropping to his knees and licking Mikey's boots, and fuck, Brendon's hard again, picturing himself climaxing, his come splattering against scuffed leather and buckles.
Which of course is when Spencer pulls back the curtains. Because such is Brendon's life. Caught dick in hand, Mikey Way's boots magnified on the screen.
"Nice," Spencer says, and crawls into the small space, uncaring of the used tissues that stick to his knees and the fact that Brendon's frantically trying to pull up his pants. Wiggling until he's comfortable, Spencer lies on his back, staring up, his hand against Brendon's belly. "I used to have a crush on a power ranger"
"Right." Brendon says, his heart slowing as he searches for the meaning behind the words. Because it's there, Brendon can feel it in the way Spencer's pointedly saying no more or the way he's holding himself so still. Brendon can't help feeling frustrated.
Obviously Spencer is too, because he suddenly pokes at Brendon's belly and says, "I used to jerk off watching them on TV."
Which is something Brendon didn't know, and now he does he can't unknow it, even if the thought of Spencer with a spandex kink is weird. Though it does explain the skin-tight jeans and t-shirts.
"Are we having a conversation about weird kinks?" Brendon asks, carefully. "Because if we are, I fully support your spandex choices."
Spencer sighs and pokes again, which is unfair because it's not Brendon who came crashing into someone's bunk or started talking in short hand. Brendon's not Ryan, he's not fluent in the nuances of Spencer speak.
"I haven't got a spandex kink," Spencer says, and he rubs at the place he's just poked, finger tips smoothing over the skin. "I was thinking, next day off. I might buy some boots."
Which okay. Brendon doesn't have to be fluent for that one. Especially when Spencer's flushed red, his mouth pulled into a tight line.
"You'd look good in boots. Fantastic," Brendon says. He reaches for his laptop and hits the power button, the screen going dark as he presses closer to Spencer, swapping pictures and footage for the possibilities of now.
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Date: 2008-09-16 11:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-19 05:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-16 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-16 01:05 pm (UTC)Thank you <3
I've got a prompt!
Date: 2008-09-16 10:03 am (UTC)*re-reads prompt* That's pretty tame, wow! Guess my inner sap needs to be satisfied as much as my inner kinky girl, right?
PS: Sorry you're in a mood! Hope you'll feel better after writing about sexy and cute and hot boys *hugs*
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Date: 2008-09-16 10:52 am (UTC)Hee!
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Date: 2008-09-16 11:43 am (UTC)Hopefully playing with the boys will help bring the cheer back.
Bob/Gerard; vampire interlude
[I'd say this is me, feeling seasonal, but I think we both know the truth. ;)]
or
Bob/Ray; tall drink of water
Oh, and that comm sounds like an excellent idea. I can certainly think of a couple of ficcy bits that could benefit from that kind of attention. The only problem I see is that it overlaps with NaNoWriMo. *is very conflicted*
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Date: 2008-09-16 12:52 pm (UTC)Oh, I didn't know you did nano. It's something that's always tempted me, but it overlaps SeSa, so I get your problem.
Okay, prompt. Which was great btw. It went nicely with the Frank the vamp snippet I posted last week, so I continued from that. I'm not sure if you read it, so I added that too.
~*~*~*~
It's 3:47 when Frank lowers Gerard to the bed. He's pliant in Frank's arms, spine curved and head back, dark lashes against pale skin, mouth open in memory of one last panicked gasp.
Carefully, Frank settles him down, straightens Gerard's arms, smooths his shirt and finger combs his hair so it's lying straight, concealing the marks that puncture his neck. Giving dignity in these first moments of death.
That done, Frank sits. He waits, holding vigil.
It's 4:02 when he hears the rattle of the front door.
Frank breathes in deep and runs his fingers along the line of Gerard's jaw. Gathering courage, excuses, explanations.
He stands and crosses the room in the blink of an eye, meeting Mikey in the hall. Frank watches as he pulls off his damp coat and hangs it on the hook, his smaller jacket, his hoodie, peeling off his layers. Mikey's pulled in tight, his face pinched and his eyes shadowed. His t-shirt is stained at the hem and his jeans soaked half-way to his knees.
Frank reaches out, cups his hands over Mikey's face and his skin is chilled, the evidence of snow and icy winds under Frank's fingers. He shivers as he stretches up, his bare toes curled against the floor.
The kiss is brief -- alcohol, cold, fresh blood, regret -- Mikey's tongue licking over sharpened teeth and the sticky coating of blood. He pulls back, his eyes wide, his mouth open as he licks at his lips.
"What have you done?"
Mikey stills and tilts his head, listening.
He runs then, there one moment, gone the next. Frank follows, and by the time he gets to the bedroom Mikey's sitting on the bed, holding Gerard on his lap. Gerard's head lolls against Mikey's shoulder, his legs between Mikey's, fitting in the way the never should but always do. And so obviously dead that the grief is momentarily crushing, taking away Frank's breath.
"I should hate you."
Mikey's eyes are wet, his hand is pressed against Gerard's chest.
Frank says nothing. The words pressed back until they're thick in his throat. That Gerard begged for this, begged until Frank couldn't say no.
"I should, but I don't." Mikey runs his fingertips over Gerard's neck and brings them away with the faintest trace of blood. He looks at Frank, keeps looking as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Draws then out, and says, quietly, "I couldn't have left him behind."
Frank nods, because he knew that. The same way he knew if Gerard hadn't been turned, eventually Frank would have lost them both. Which is why it has to be this way, and why Frank mourns as he curls up by Mikey's side, waiting for Gerard to be reborn.
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Gerard hurts. His head aches and his bones feel like they're crumbling, pieces flaking away each time he moves. His skin itches and he scratches at his own arm, nails digging in, blood pooling under his fingers. He closes his eyes and fights against the urge to gag at the reminder of how helpless he is. Trapped in an addiction of his own making, because he asked for this. Begged for it when Frank said no.
Now Gerard's forced to ride the constant need for blood. Even when he's freshly fed, his teeth coated and mouth slick he still wants more. The craving is ever present and gets worse the more he pushes it away. Denies that he's trapped in this life, where others have to suffer for him to survive.
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Date: 2008-09-16 12:54 pm (UTC)"You have to eat," Mikey says. He's been watching tv with Bob, but comes to sits next to Gerard, rests his head against his brother's shoulder. "Please."
"I can't," Gerard says. He rubs his cheek against Mikey's hair and swallows hard when he imagines taking more blood.
"You'll die," Mikey says, no inflection at all, but Gerard can feel his fear, the way his heart is thundering as he fights to remain still.
"No he won't." Abruptly, Bob stands. He reaches for Mikey and pulls him to his feet. "Go and sit with Ray and Frank for a while."
At first Mikey looks like he's going to say no, but Bob's insistent, hand tight around Mikey's arm as he pulls him forward. At the door he leans in close, head against Mikey's and says, quietly. "Trust me."
Mikey nods, and with a last look, leaves them alone, and while Gerard isn't afraid, he knows they've crossed a line.
"You're a selfish piece of shit." Bob's hands are clenched and it's obvious how much effort it's taking him to control his temper. "You demanded until Frank caved, and now you're going to let yourself die."
Gerard wants to protest his reasons, but he's tired, weak. "You don't know what it's like. They're scared."
"I'm not," Bob says, and he drops to his knees in front of Gerard, exposing his neck as he demands. "Drink."
Gerard can hear Bob's pulse and he can't help moving closer, inhaling deeply, relieved when he can sense no fear at all. Bob trusts him totally, and Gerard can't resist.
He pounces, bites down, his hands flexing against Bob's chest. Drinking what is freely given.
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Date: 2008-09-16 01:05 pm (UTC)Now you're tempting me with the idea to ask for vampires for MtYG. BSB GSF or Nsync GSF, and vampires :-)
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Date: 2008-09-16 01:07 pm (UTC)Though I'm picturing whoever got that request, and how they'd be horrified. Still. I think BSB or Nsync GSF with a vampire slant would work really well.
Kevin would be an awesome vampire.
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Date: 2008-09-16 06:29 pm (UTC)Uh.
Assuming that they've figured out the whole 'eating' thing...
I would be ALL over Popslash vamp fic. Just imagining it makes me grin.
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Date: 2008-09-16 02:32 pm (UTC)This is excellent! I love how pragmatism and angst blends here. Angst comes with the fangs, of course, but it's awesome to see it weighed out by the practical.
Gerard's dilemma, for all its selfishness, is still horrifying and ironic. Of *course* the addiction paralell is lost/ignored, pre-turning -MIKEY is involved, and that's going to overwhelm common sense.
Oh Gee. *pets* Good thing Bob's around.
And really - Bob, how so amazing?
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Date: 2008-09-16 05:14 pm (UTC)Re: 2/2
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Date: 2008-09-17 02:58 pm (UTC)Re: 2/2
Date: 2008-09-17 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-16 12:01 pm (UTC)I know booth licking probably has been done multiple of time, but I add: Getting bored and checking e-mail to the list.
Since I don't really know bandom except for Pete, and Ways, I'll let you chose the pairing! :p
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Date: 2008-09-16 12:57 pm (UTC)um, Patrick/Jon, Jon helps Patrick destress and takes care of him
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Date: 2008-09-16 12:58 pm (UTC)You could just, like, severely wound them, or something. Or introduce a bad guy or girl, and kill *them*. Gruesomely. :-)
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Date: 2008-09-16 01:03 pm (UTC)I've reached the part where they've met up with Pete and are getting some answers. He's going to be telling Gee about how he saved Mikey and Frank, but now they've gone again. Gruesome details ahoy!
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Date: 2008-09-16 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-16 01:29 pm (UTC)But I'll share if you want :)
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Date: 2008-09-16 04:03 pm (UTC)I admit, bandom is not a big draw for me, but I love the space story purely as SF. It's just my kind of dystopic setting.
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Date: 2008-09-16 03:55 pm (UTC)It definitely wouldn't! I'm so glad you're a sensible woman and asked for prompts instead :-)
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Date: 2008-09-16 05:01 pm (UTC)Especially as the only people in the story so far are Gerard, Bob and Joe. I can't really kill them off. Well, maybe Joe...
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Date: 2008-09-16 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-16 05:18 pm (UTC)Still. He's already got enough to cope with. He can keep Joe *g*
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Date: 2008-09-16 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-16 09:47 pm (UTC)So, keep thinking I say :)
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Date: 2008-09-17 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-17 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-18 05:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-19 02:01 pm (UTC)It would work.
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Date: 2008-09-19 02:30 pm (UTC)I think I'll email you about the schedule! (And make a poll bit later.) Because there's lots of pop challenges coming up...
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Date: 2008-09-19 02:37 pm (UTC)