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[turps]

Corey went for his first 'real' hair styling appointment earlier, in a salon and not just the local barbers. He came home with an excellent hair do, product and wanting flat irons. He'll be wanting to dye it next, I just know it.

I've just had a long hot bath complete with gingerbread bubble bath bar from Lush and a good book, and am now in my pjs with a hot drink and a load of tabbed fic to read. Also, this meme.

if I was chained up in your attic/study/basement/library/secret lair, and I had to write you one story, what would you request? (demand?) Or alternatively, what's something you always hoped I'd write but know is never going to happen?

Now, I'm not actually going to write them, because I really need to finish my happyfic Pete/Mikey... okay, start my Pete/Mikey story but I will tell you what I would write, because talking not!fic is fun. Also, if you're into that kind of thing, a few days back there was Frank/Mikey accidental marriage comment fic committed with crowgirl13 right here.

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[turlough]

LOL! Before you know it he will be occupying the bathroom for HOURS ironing his hair flat! Just like Mikey!!!

That sounds so nice. I think I need to make myself a fresh pot of tea, this one's getting cold.

I would totally force you to write epic Gerard centric Killjoys fic! With lots of sex!! And hardly any h/c at all!! ;-D

[turps]

He's so going to do that! As long as his hygiene doesn't go like Mikey's *g*

You should do that. Fresh hot tea is lovely for cold evenings.

Hardly any h/c at all?! Mean!

Actually it's the lots of sex that would stop me most of all. Let's see. Gerard centric Killjoys with lots of sex.

It would be the story of how Gerard actually became a Killjoy. How he and Mikey decided to run and how they ended up joining with Ray and Frank.

It would be gsf as that way Gerard would get a load of sex, and the story would focus on both the kind of sex they have as a group but also the fact that Gerard sleeps with them all, but in different ways.

Like, Frank keeps wanting to try stuff he reads in the magazines. Which Gerard is fine with, he's up for experimentation, but sometimes it really doesn't work out. Like the time Frank wanted to fuck Gerard while he was wearing his mouse head and Gerard ended up passing out due to heat and heavy breathing -- he came around to Frank slapping his face, all wide eyes and frantic as he goes, "Thank fuck, I thought I'd killed you with my cock' while Gerard just lay there on his back, bemused and dizzy.

Ray is the kind of sex that makes Gerard feel safe. Ray likes to play with Gerard's hair and hold him down and is insanely patient, liking to kiss Gerard's body and lick over his ribs and hold Gerard's legs apart as he blows him, always so slow, like Gerard is the centre of his world.

When Gerard has sex with Mikey it means love. Not that he doesn't love the others, he does, just, with Mikey it's a bone deep love that's been there always. It's gentle touches and Mikey's fingers entwining with Gerard's, waking to Mikey's hair in his mouth and them looking at one another, breathing in sync as they indulge in hasty hand jobs.

The group scene would be fucking and sucking and Gerard utterly filthy, his face streaked with come and dirt and blissfully fucked out. Knowing that at that moment he's protected and safe.

[inlovewithnight.livejournal.com]

Pete/Mikey hookerfic. Where they're BOTH hookers. In love.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I may be sort of writing that already /o\

I have this whole verse where Mikey and Frank run away from home and Frank gets sick so Mikey goes out and sells himself for money but doesn't actually tell Frank, and Pete's one of the guys who's been on the streets for a while who watches out for Mikey and falls in love with him but doesn't make a move because of Frank and it's this whole huge h/c filled mess.

My usual kind of story really.

Or if that doesn't count due to Frank being involved. I'd like something where maybe Pete is the newbie on the block and he's been hitching and rolled up in the city, hungry and exhausted and he ends up on a street corner somewhere but no one will stop for him and all the time Mikey's been watching from his own place, in between going off to blow people in alleys and be fucked in hotel rooms and he comes back and Pete's getting more and more dejected and then Mikey would sort of stroll over and say you should smile and Pete would snap that he's not stupid, he's been smiling, and Mikey would just shrug and say, no you've been grimacing and he wanders off and the next car Pete remembers something nice, dogs or hot coffee or fucking rainbows or something, anything but the fact he's starving and freezing and his feet are wet and he smiles finally a john comes to a stop.

And then Mikey and Pete would start to talk and share a breakfast special at a crummy diner and fall in love. The end.

[hammerhead22.livejournal.com]

The Bob/Brian follow-up to The Trails That I Follow. You know, the one where they help each other through the nightmares and the PSTD and are still hopelessly in love. :happy place:

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Ah yes. Bob going back to Brian's place where he proceeds to be grumpy to the extreme and bitch about having to rest and Brian just bitches back and forces fluids and pills into him and dresses Bob's wounds, just rolling his eyes when Bob says he can do it himself.

But of course being so helpless makes Bob feel terrible, and his temper gets worse even though he knows he's taking it out on the wrong person and one night Brian helps Bob to bed and he's giving him his pain killers and making sure he's taken them all and Bob's just done with this and yells he's fine and will Brian stop smothering him already so Brian goes, fine, and goes to watch TV, leaving Bob in bed.

And Brian's been having nightmares, ones where Bob doesn't actually make it this time and Brian keeps waking up panting for breath, a scream lodged in his chest and he's self medicating with endless coffee to keep him awake because no one needs to see how weak he actually is, except tonight he's so tired and he's watching some cooking show when he falls asleep and when the nightmare grabs him he wakes to a dark room and no Bob and this time he can't keep back his cries.

Which Bob hears and he forces himself to his feet, which fucking *hurts* and runs to the living room and falls to his knees next to Brian and they end up clutching each other and there may even be a few tears, not that either will admit it.

The next day they're sitting on the sofa, both bruised and battered physically and mentally and Brian says that he thinks they need to talk to someone and he's expecting Bob to protest, but Bob's been having his own nightmares, and he agrees. So they start to go to counselling, weekly at first, the talking helping them heal, the same way as getting a dog together does and the fact that the routine of normal every day living keeps them going. How Brian makes pancakes in the morning and how when they shower together Brian always runs his fingers over Bob's scars.

[mizubyte.livejournal.com]

I wrote happy pete/mikey not!fic!!! ....does that count? heh.


eerrrr..... I would want.... um... *ponders* more Serendipity fic, maybe. Or more about Show Pony and Dr D

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I have your not!fics tabbed to read :D But I'm going to say it counts without reading, because it does!

More Serendipity would be me writing curtain fic. They'd have this long conversation about how a period of dating would be sensible as they don't want to get too serious too soon, especially as they've just come out of relationships. So they'd have a date and at the end would go their separate ways, Pete going back to his hotel and he'd just get in the door and would stand there, missing Mikey already and then he'd get a text and it's Mikey saying he's outside.

Pete goes down to reception, meets Mikey, and they spend the rest of the night curled up in one of the squashy leather sofas, just talking about everything and anything.

Weeks later and they haven't left each other's side, travelling back and forth and and one night Mikey and Pete are messing online and miss type an URL and they end up at a property listing site and on the splash page is a house they both love. One with a garden that's gone wild, a black metal fence and no neighbours to complain about music. They've never even thought about moving in together officially, but Pete turns to Mikey and says, "It's fate."

They buy it the next day. Their friends think they're insane, but they support them anyway. Bob bitching as he carries furniture, Brian making coffee runs, which as he points out constantly means a ten mile round trip and what the fuck are they living in bug fuck nowhere for? Gerard paints and Patrick helps.

Jason sends a gift complete with a card for Pete which says simply, thanks for making him happy.

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

You know what I really want? My Chem ensemble werewolf fic. Because I know you'd get the dynamics right.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

You know, I don't think I've ever even tried that. Not that I can remember anyway. It would be cool though, especially as it would allow for group fic which is my favourite.

I wonder. My mind is going to split places with Bob, and maybe it shouldn't, because ouch. But I keep thinking of a situation where Bob leaves the pack for some reason, and it leaves them unstable but they can't actually show that, so present a solid unified front to the world while licking their wounds in private.

Meanwhile Bob is off doing his solo thing, which is *not* going well because he's finding that while all the reasons he left are valid, going back to being a lone wolf fucking sucks.

And then things would happen to get him back into the pack. He could be told about a hunter maybe, and go back to save the day.

[themoononastick]

I'm sure this will come as absolutely no surprise but, I want you to write Ryan/Jon fic like you are always saying you will but then never do. And as it is you it would obviously have to be some kind of h/c epic. Obviously.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Oh man, I know! I so do want to write that pairing but I'm horrible at getting distracted by other shiny things.

Let's see. What would happen in my Ryan/Jon h/c epic.

I hope you realise the intense effort I'm putting into not having a bus crash here.

But, okay, so I think I'd stay away from AU and have it set around just why Jon has his periods of vanishing off the face of the earth. See, what happens is everyone sees Jon as this happy go lucky guy with an occasional biting tongue. Which is fine, that's what he is mostly, but he's also dealing with his own issues in which he's battling periods where he gets *really* down. He's never been diagnosed with depression or anything, mainly because when he hits those bad periods he holes up somewhere until they're over. So in his mind there's nothing to diagnose, he just gets sad sometimes, the same as everyone else in the world.

But of course his kind of sad goes a bit deeper than usual, it's the kind where all Jon wants to do is lie in bed with his cats and not even talk to anyone ever, so he deletes all his twitter contacts and turns off his phone and only gets out of bed to feed his pets and go to the bathroom.

Things come to a head when one time the sadness just won't go, and Jon's been in bed for over a week when Ryan arrives on the doorstep. Banging on the door and yelling he knows Jon's in there and Ryan's not going anywhere. In the end Ryan climbs in a window, in the process ripping his granddad pants so the first thing Jon sees is Ryan's bony knee through the ripped material as Ryan stands at the side of the bed.

They talk, or else Ryan does, even though he's not that good at the deep, confiding stuff and Jon's just so *sad* it feels like his whole body is stuffed with sad but there's no way he can actually verbalise that, and in the end all Ryan does is lie down on the bed and hold Jon close, never letting go through the night, pets lying around them as the moon rises and then slips away.

[listedheart.livejournal.com]

I would make you write endless Pete/Mikey curtain fic! Or the Pete/Mikey comfort filled aftermath of Standing on the Grave of Dreams.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm actually writing a story set in the Dreams verse for my help Pakistan story. Sadly there's not much comfort in it. Well, not yet anyway. There will be.

Anyway! Pete/Mikey curtain fic, you're talking my language.

I think I'd write a story set as they're first setting up home. Like, that time where they've just left school and have shitty jobs that bring in so little money that they're living in a dump. But they're so into each other it doesn't matter in the slightest.

They'd drag back an old rickety table they found in a dumpster and spend a night painting it black and printing on designs with a potato, and have this miss mash of bedding from both their childhood homes and the windows are so bad that it's always freezing so most nights they end up eating ramen out of plastic bowls while wrapped in duvets with soccer players and batman on.

They both think curtains are an unnecessary expense until one night they look up from where they're fucking on the couch and see someone blatantly watching from the apartment across the way, which makes Pete laugh, especially when the woman gives them a thumbs up.

They slowly stock the place with things like plates and bowls -- none matching -- and posters pinned to the walls.

The first big argument they have Pete makes cupcakes to say sorry but burns them all when Mikey shows his apology with a blowjob.

Really they're just ridiculous.

[nopseud]

if I was chained up in your attic/study/basement/library/secret lair, and I had to write you one story, what would you request? (demand?)

OMG, as if there is any DOUBT!

The epic popslash bus crash bad fic, of course! With one-armed, one-eyed Justin, and evil!Lance trying to get rid of JC and Justin so he can manipulate Joey and Chris and take control of Nsync's money. And fatally!ill!Britney carrying JC's baby, and copious amounts of blood and angst and JC escaping from the cabin where Lance is holding him prisoner and walking barefoot across the mountains to be at Britney's deathbed so he and Justin can be reunited and raise the baby together.

I love that story like burning. How can you not write it!?!?! Think of the gingerbread men who lost their limbs to inspire this story!!!


p.s. Dear bandom people. I'm not actually as insane as this makes me sound. There really were gingerbread men, I swear.

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

I've seen those gingerbread men and LOL'd endlessly. They made me wish I was into Popslash, NGL.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

That story has to be told one day!

It's epic and I have notes! That means it's destined to be told, especially as it resulted in limbless gingerbread men, which remain made of so much awesome I can barely stand it.

Even now I think of Justin wanting to play basketball and realising that he's missing an arm, and I just laugh imagining his face, because I'm evil like that.

[dr-jasley.livejournal.com]

oooooooo bubblebath..yayyss

dude I'm lame but totally anything angsty. Probably something end of the worldish with MCR and Panic because I'm predictable.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

That sounds like something amazing to write! I like people who encourage my angsty ways and the habit I have of adding Panic to my MCR.

Okay, let's think about this.

It's the end of the world and people are dying like flies, some rampant disease picking people off at an incredible rate.

Terrified when their bus driver pretty much dies at the wheel, Spencer and Brendon abandon their tour bus and take a car they find crashed at the side of the road. Spencer pulls out the body and Brendon looks away when he throws up after.

Travelling non stop they head for Vegas, and come across My Chem's tour bus, which is being driven by Bob.

They meet up in a gas station, Brendon helping Frank work out how to pump gas while the rest talk about what's going on, a conversation that ends with Brendon and Spencer joining My Chem, deciding safety in numbers is the way to go.

Then they'd face roaming gangs who attack anyone that see as a threat and there would be gun shots and emergency medical help and people nearly dying. It would be awesome!

[delphinapterus.livejournal.com]

I need to do that with my Pete/Mikey happfic too.

I would totally make you write me MCR/FOB hurt/comfort fic especially the Pete/Mikey-centric sequel to Standing on the Grave of Dreams.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm supposed to be writing my Pete/Mikey now and it's not happening.

Well then you're going to be happy with my Help Pakistan story which is set after Standing at the Grave of Dreams. Not so much focussed on Mikey/Pete, but more Mikey and Ryan doing something silly, just because they're too brave for their own goods.

As that's not exactly what you asked for, what would I write for Pete/Mikey h/c?

So, I tell myself stories in my head when I go to bed, and one of those is a scene where an ex of Pete's has gone public about his relationships. I keep imagining a scene where My Chem are gathered in some room watching this small TV and Mikey walks in, leaving a voice mail for Pete along the lines of, 'I don't care if she outed me through you, if people can't accept that, fuck them, but I'm worried about you. Call me back."

And Pete doesn't, so Mikey's standing there in this dressing room, about to go on stage, blankly watching as some hack on the TV talks about how Pete's ex is going to reveal yet more secrets the next day. And Gerard would come close and ask Mikey if he was okay and Mikey nods and just says that he's going to Pete's the next day, even if he has to drive all day to do so.

And he does, finding Pete in his house, Ashlee and Bronx waiting and Ashlee gives Mikey a hug and says Pete's in the bedroom not talking to anyone, and the thing is, Ashlee knows that Mikey and Pete would have been a forever couple if he hadn't been scared of the commitment at the time and she knows they still love one another but she loves Pete so much that she pushes Mikey toward the stairs and just says, "I trust you with him, always."

[valya22.livejournal.com]

hehe... You know what story I want you to write, don't you ;)


Also: YAY bubblebath! :)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I do! A story of awesome and happiness!

I love baths so much, especially reading in the bath on a cold evening.

[babycakesin.livejournal.com]

if Corey dies his hair, I definitely want to see a picture lol

[turps33.livejournal.com]

If he does I'll post pictures for sure *g*

[toucanpie.livejournal.com]

I would want a porny outtake from the teacher!Bob/Mikey fic. Or hmmm, a sequel to the Pete/Mikey untitled hooker fic. Or, or, full length Mikey/Frank accidental marriage shenanigans maybe *g*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

A porny outtake, but all Bob and Mikey do is make masks and drink bad coffee *g*

There was actually supposed to be a sex scene in that story but it read weird. Like, teaching scene, teaching scene, domestic stuff, misunderstandings, teaching, SEX! domestic stuff, angst.

It would be nice though. Maybe Bob could show Mikey he does know how to wear a mask and have a good time. Then the next day Mikey could wake up with googly eyes on his ass.

A full length accidental marriage Mikey/Frank. That would be awesome!

But to stick to killjoys verse or not, that's the question.

Oh man, I'm getting a flash of scene in my head for killjoys verse where Mikey goes missing and then word gets back to the killjoys that his body has been found and some official comes to sneak them in to check and Gerard goes to see and gets stopped because Frank's Mikey's next of kin now and it would be tragic!

[ihearthings-ii.livejournal.com]

Ahahahaha, flat irons? :P

[turps33.livejournal.com]

We bought him a guitar for Christmas today. He's destined to be in a band it seems *g*