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I've been ridiculously scattered writing wise today. I've added to three different stories, but with a feeble total word count of about 200 between them all. Oh well, focus, who needs it?

So I looked at pictures instead. Like these amazing ones of

Which went from, omg, holy hotness.

To omg, Ray. What is your even?

With a side of, best smile ever

And I was going to leave it at that, but then I got my eye on

Look at this one, it's like Gerard is a little dinosaur, all hunched over as he scuttles along.

And then this, where those little wisps of red hair keep catching my eye.

Which of course led me to these. Because I kinda like those two together. Just a little. Also, hi pretty Mikey with your hunch and polo shirt from Bamboozle Left.

And the fact Mikey's t-shirt is all stretched out still gives me bad thoughts.

But then I'm also all about the Frank/Mikey.

But really, as always my vote comes down to, gsf time!

Which reminds me, h/c bingo starts again soon \o/ This time I will get a bingo, I will. Or you know, join up, write stuff that fits the prompts but forget to actually use them for h/c bingo, then also forget to tag, same old same old really.

Also, I have fresh pineapple and am about to read another BBB fic. This makes me happy.

Crossposts: http://turps33.livejournal.com/1104511.html

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From:

doctor_jasley

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SHINY PICTURES

H/C BINGO. GOD I can't wait for H/C Bingo I have more worlds to dip into this year.

my lofty goal is two blackouts and maybe an extra*yes, I know I'm crazy and ambitious(this is totally why I'm only signed up for horror bb over the summer)*

And dude I shall cheer you on in your own H/C Bingo endeavors. I read the rules and it now mentions Hurt or comfort and I'm wondering if I can be lax with my comfort. I'll prolly just continue to be creative with it.

From:

northern

That first picture. Oh my god, hello Ray's dick.

From:

turps

That first picture delights me!

From:

turps

H/C bingo is so soon. I'm very eager to get my card, even if I don't actually write for it straight away.

Dude, you are amazing for thinking that high. But I think you'll do it. Hell, I know you will. You rock these kinds of challenges.

I read the rules and it now mentions Hurt or comfort and I'm wondering if I can be lax with my comfort. I'll prolly just continue to be creative with it.

*____* I love you so much right now.

From:

omens

Your post is full of happiness!!!! AND PINEAPPLE! that group pic is so great! (& the Frank & Mikey one, d'aww)

...am also contemplating hc_bingo!

From:

turlough

I'd no idea I loved Ray's smile as much as I do. It's the BEST SMILE EVER!

Awwwww, Gerard!! His basement shoulders will never stop being adorable.

Pretty boys in leather jackets!

You have to become more organised Terri ;-P

Fresh pineapple, yum!

From:

turps

He does have an amazing smile. I especially love that it's so genuine, and that he's so obviously enjoying what he's doing.

Gerard's basement shoulders crack me up.

I do need to be more organised. The fact that I actually am up to date bandom wise at AO3 astounds me. Just watch, a few months and it'll be chaos again.

The pineapple was delicious. But gone now :(

$turps: (\o/)$

From:

turps

I had a lot of fun with this post :D

You should join h/c bingo! It's a great challenge and so low stress.

From:

kin_you_bi

However, as hot as that picture above is, I love this one like burning, and want a thousand domestic stories about Frank carefully washing his cardigans and draping them to dry on a make shift line alongside Mikey's band t-shirts and skinny jeans, and Frank being totally comfortable in his own skin, however he looks.

THIIIIIIIIIS. I'm sick of 'oh Frank is sad because he's fat' fic. I want 'Frank is comfortable and bearded and snuggly' fic, damn it! Because he's MIGHTY FINE either way.

(No, I do not have ten billion Frank-in-Leathermouth pictures saved to my harddrive, why do you ask?)

From:

turps

YES!

Over on LJ I was saying how I picture this Frank being perfectly content with how he looks. He's carrying extra weight but doesn't actually care, and spends hours snuggling with Mikey on the couch, and pulling on cardigans in the morning and not bothering to shave, because he doesn't have to.

That is an A+ decision!

From:

kin_you_bi

Yeeeeeees. Snuggling up on their battered old couch under a daggy crochet blanket they bought at a thrift store (70's brown & orange & avocado granny squares!), pets everywhere.

From:

turps

*__________________*

I love the idea of that so much. So much!

From:

sperrywink

I love the Mikey/Frank one. ♥

Good luck writing tomorrow!

From:

glitteryv

Hee, scattered fic writing is, like, a total necessary thing to do every so often, Tur. *g*

I was rocking along with the Torosauraus and d'awwing about dorky!Gerard and then I read this:

However, as hot as that picture above is, I love this one like burning, and want a thousand domestic stories about Frank carefully washing his cardigans and draping them to dry on a make shift line alongside Mikey's band t-shirts and skinny jeans, and Frank being totally comfortable in his own skin, however he looks.

I made grabby hands so hard that my glasses flew off my face (well, not, you know literally, but it sure felt like it.) OMG, WHERE ARE THE MIKEYWAY/CHUBBY!FRANK FICS AT???? I've read a few Gerard/chubby!Frank stories but none with Mikeyway. *ponders on this while hiding from potential bunnehs*

ANYHOO, I have to admit that I'm kinda curious about the H/C Bingo. One could almost say even eager about it in ways that I wasn't about the Kink Bingo. *waits patiently for H/C Bingo to open*

From:

doctor_jasley

Right away or a month or two down the line you shall still rock out soo hard with this. I mean H/C is totally right up your awesome alley.

I hope so. I'd really like to have 2 blackouts and an extra. Don't think I'll go for any of the bonus stuff though.

I can't help it...it's a valid thought for me to have :)

From:

turps

The Mikey/Frank one is the best. But I'm being tempted to write them now.

Sadly not for the story I'm writing that actually is F/M *g*

From:

turps

Yeah, I know you're right. And I suppose those few words do add up eventually.

I made grabby hands so hard that my glasses flew off my face (well, not, you know literally, but it sure felt like it.) OMG, WHERE ARE THE MIKEYWAY/CHUBBY!FRANK FICS AT???? I've read a few Gerard/chubby!Frank stories but none with Mikeyway. *ponders on this while hiding from potential bunnehs*

Let those bunnies come to you!

I want fic where Mikey lies watching TV with his head on Frank's belly, because it's so comfortable lying like that. And when they're standing somewhere, Mikey comes behind Frank, hooks his chin on his shoulder and presses his thumbs into the flesh on Frank's hips.

I love h/c bingo so much. I want my new card right now!

From:

kin_you_bi

Frankie and Mikey met whilst undergraduates, and by the time they're in grad school they're best of friends, so, y'know, it's only natural that they move in together, right? They rent a cheap (read: falling down around their ears) house near campus, and Frankie collects strays from the pound whilst reading endlessly for his doctoral thesis in American lit, and Mikey uses his giant business textbooks to make little houses for Bunny to hide in. And in the winter they huddle up on the crappy couch that came with the house that they've never bothered to replace under a half-dozen crochet'd blankets they've collected from various thrift stores because it's not like they could afford a place with heat, Frank's various strays acting as hot water bottles as Mikey snuggles into the graduate school twenty Frank packed on after the freshman fifteen.

Sometimes they date - Mikey had a thing over the summer break with this tiny guy in eyeliner from his international business seminar, and Frank had had an on-again, off-again thing with Jamia since High School that had moved into the off-again stage definitely, right around about the time she discovered how much she liked going down on chicks - but mostly they just hang out at the house, or in Mikey's brother Gee's 'studio' (which, in reality, is just his basement), or at the record store Bob and Brian co-own, and it's good. Who needs grand sweeping romance (or even orgasms - ok, so Frank will admit that an orgasm from anyone's hand but his own would be nice) anyway, and it's not like he goes home to an empty house like Bob or Brian do (although, Frank has his suspicions about that. Their car pooling excuse stopped working sometime after Bob moved to a new apartment twenty minutes in the opposite direction.)

Still, the point is, Frank and Mikey are tight. Mikey remembers to buy fake bacon at the grocery store, and Frank makes sure the dogs don't torture Bunny too much, and everything is fucking hunky-dory at Casa del Way-Iero.

'Til a girl goes and ruins the status quo, that is.

"Dude. Dude. I thought your brother was, like, asexual or something?"

Mikey shrugs. "Gee's Gee," he replies uselessly. Across the store the Gee in question is stammering at Hot Art Chick. He's been stammering at her for about a month now, and she's yet to run for cover. Frank should probably learn her name.

"He does realise that he's going to have to, you know, leave the basement every once in a while if he's going to actually date her, right?"

"Does this look like the basement?"

Frank looked about the store. It was a little dark for an art supplies store, possibly because of the giant canvas' stacked against every flat surface, but probably because the front window had been painted over with blackboard paint, and two of the three overhead fluorescents had blown in a power surge. Hot Art Chick had been up on a ladder replacing all three when Frank, Mikey and Gerard had stopped by on Tuesday, and the combination of short tartan skirt and ripped fishnets suddenly being at face-height had made Gerard flail and trip and fall right into the table the other new tubes were leaning against. It's now Saturday, and apparently they still hadn't been replaced, lending the store a certain dank ambience Gerard probably felt right at home in. "I really don't think this place counts."

Over the other side of the store, Hot Art Chick smiled encouragingly whilst Gerard stammered something at her, and then, unbelievably, she reached out and touched his arm. "Unbelievable," Frank muttered. "He's practically a hermit, except for when he's here stalking her, and yet he still gets the arm-touch."

"She laughed at his joke on Thursday," Mikey added. "It was a really shitty joke, too."

"Unbelievable," Frank repeated. "I need a cigarette. You coming?"

He turned to offer Mikey one from his pack, but Mikey's attention had been grabbed by what looked like a unicorn-themed colour-by-numbers kit. Shrugging, Frank crammed the pack back into his cardigan pocket and made his way through the store towards the exit.

"It's not a big thing," he overheard Hot Art Chick (Lindsey! That's right, her name was Lindsey) say to Gerard as he passed them. "Just a few of us from school, we thought we'd put on our own exhibit, you know, really DIY. Probably nobody's even going to show up. But I thought maybe we could do dinner after?"

Gerard was simultaneously nodding, blushing, and making fairly nonsensical vowel sounds, and Frank slowed down as to better gawk at the trainwreck (although, since Gerard's 'unintelligible idiot' routine actually seemed to be working, Frank really couldn't class this, whatever this was, as a trainwreck. It was completely unfair.) "He'd love to," Frank interjected after roughly a millennium. Seriously, completely unfair.

Gerard nodded his agreement before finally finding some consonants to go with his vowels. "I mean, yes! Of course!" He flapped his hands a bit, his eyes as wide as saucers.

Lindsey smiled, and wow, ok, how did Gerard do it? "Great! That's so great. Oh, of course you and Mikey are invited too, Frank," she added. "It could be like a double date!"

Frank blinked. "Wait, what?"

From:

kin_you_bi

"Wait, what?"

"You mean you and Mikey aren't dating?" Ray squeaked on Monday when Frank got to the office. He looked a little like Gerard had when they'd finally managed to wrestle him from the store. "But you - and he - and you -"

"Mikey and I just live together, Ray." Frank was a little confused. He'd been a little confused all weekend. "We're friends."

"You're wearing the Joy Division t-shirt I gave him last Christmas," Ray pointed out.

Frank looked down at his chest. "Gerard spilled ink down mine, I just grabbed this from the hamper." He put his bag down on his half of their shared office's one desk and then sniffed tentatively at his armpit. Yeah, no, it was totally ok for his seminar. He looked back up at Ray. "Besides, you bought it, like, three sizes too large, man."

"It's vintage," Ray explained, "And that's not my point. You and Mikey do everything"YOU HAVE A CHORE ROSTER!" Ray shrieked, waving his arms about again.

Frank contemplated this whilst Ray dug out the dustpan and started sweeping up the remains of the Walt Whitman bust they'd inherited from the office's previous occupant.

Huh. They did have a chore roster. It was next to the fridge, under the Chihuahuas & Kittens calendar Frank's mom had bought them for Christmas.

*

"Bob, hey, hey, Bob!" Frank yelled, throwing himself at Bob's back and clinging like a monkey. Mikey and Frank had had a bet once to see just how long Frank could hold on like this before Bob threw him off, and whilst Mikey had won that round, Frank was totally going to last the full minute, thirty-nine seconds one day.

Just not, you know, today. Frank blinked up at Bob from his place on the floor. "Bob, do you think Mikey and I are dating?"

"What the sweet fuck, Iero?" Bob muttered, scrubbing a hand through his messy blond hair with frustration. "The fuck am I answering that. Brian!"

That last he directed through the beaded curtain that separated the shop floor from the office and, past it, the room with all the inventory. Mikey and Frank were not allowed in the inventory room; it was feared they would inadvertently start a fire that would melt all of Bob's hard-scavenged, rare-as-fuck vinyl. "That had better not be another fucking shoplifter," Brian replied, pushing apart the beads and peering out with a grimace.

"Nope, just Frankie. Brian, you deal with this idiot. I have customers."

There was one guy lurking over by the Norwegian Black Metal section. He looked like he was trying to hide behind the Satyricon cd he was holding.

"Fine," Brian sighed, before narrowing his eyes and cocking a finger in Frank's direction. "You, with me."

Frank bounced up and followed him through the curtain. "Do you think Mikey and I are dating?"

"Explain." Brian was wearing his 'Why am I the only adult here oh my god' face. Frank was relatively familiar with it.

"It's just, Hot Art Chick - Lindsey, shit, I really have to start remembering that - asked Gerard out to see her art exhibition and get dinner and shit and she totally invited me and Mikey too, except she said it could be a double date, because she thought we were dating, and then I told Toro and he thought that Mikey and I were dating as well, and now apparently the entire universe has gone insane since I can totally tell from your expression that you thought Mikey and I were dating as well. Fuck." Frank blinked at Brian in shock. "You totally thought me and Mikey were dating! Shit, what's up with you people today? Aren't friends meant to be all observant and shit?"

Brian looked at Frank like he was, quite possibly, the dumbest creature Brian had ever encountered. "Remember our last movie night?"

Frank frowned. "Was that Chainsaw? Or Evil Dead?"

"Fuck, I can't remember. Either. It doesn't matter, since Mikey was nuzzling your beard during both of them. I think the only person confused about your dating status is yourself, Iero," Brian smirked.

"But -"

"Frank."

"But -"

"Frank."

"Everyone is fucking mad," Frank muttered, before high-tailing it out of there.

From:

kin_you_bi

"Gerard, you know Mikey and I aren't dating, right?"

Gerard barely looked up from his sketchpad. "Hmmn?"

"Gerard. Me? Your brother? Not dating? Comprende?"

"Oh, yeah, totally," Gerard muttered. "Which black do you think I should use for her hair?"

Frank rolled his eyes and made for the door, picking his way over the heaped piles of dirty laundry, empty watercolour tubes, comics and moldy coffee cups that littered the basement floor. Why he thought he'd get any sense out of Gerard, of all people, he didn't know.

"Just," Frank heard then, and he turned before opening the door. Gerard had put down the sketchpad and was gazing at him earnestly. "Just, I kinda have to wonder. Why aren't you and Mikey dating?"

Frank frowned. "I - I don't actually know," he realised, startled. Logically, it would be because they weren't interested in each other that way, but that didn't feel right. Mikey was the most interesting person Frank knew.

Gerard and Frank stared at each other for a moment.

"Oh," Frank said, finally.

"You hurt him, and I'll rip out your heart," Gerard threatened. His smile kinda ruined, though.

*

Mikey wasn't home yet - he had a late workshop on Monday nights, the chore roster said it was Frank's turn to order takeout - so Frank paced between the kitchen and the lounge, chainsmoking. Bunny watched his progress impassionately from the top of the couch, whilst three of the dogs dashed after his trailing shoelace. He smoked half a pack, ashing out the open kitchen window (technically they weren't supposed to smoke inside the house, but since it covered up the general smell of moldering carpet Frank was pretty sure they'd get away with it.)

Mikey got home just after eight, and blinked a bit, eyes obviously watering from the smoke. Maybe it'd been more like an entire pack. Frank was stupidly glad to see his face.

"Why aren't we dating?" Frank suddenly asked, blushing. He'd maybe meant to work up to that question.

"Why do you ask?" Mikey said quietly, carefully. He dropped his messenger bag down on the table then looked back at Frank, expectantly.

"I - It just - It just occured to me that, you and I, well -" Frank trailed off, frustrated. This was so much harder than he thought it would be. It was Mikey, for fucks sake. He took another drag of his cigarette.

"Frank?"

Mikey was kinda holding himself now, his arms folded up defensively, and the look on his face - fuck. Frank was such an idiot. How had he been so blind?

Frank flicked the cigarette into the sink and then strode forward, settling one hand on Mikey's hip and fisting the other up in Mikey's hair. "Seriously, Mikey Way, you are meant to tell me these things. You know I suck at this domestic crap."

"You know I'm not any better at it than you are," Mikey replied, a smile lurking at the corner of his mouth.

Frank leaned in to chase it. "We'll have to put it on the chore roster."

From:

kin_you_bi

I'D JUST LIKE TO CLARIFY THAT I HAD NO PART IN ANY OF THAT. MY FINGERS WROTE IT OF THEIR OWN ACCORD. WHILST I WAS AT WORK. THEY'RE SNEAKY LIKE THAT.

From:

turps

THEN I WANT TO SEND YOUR FINGERS FLOWERS OR SOMETHING, BECAUSE THAT WAS AMAZING!

Domestic Mikey and Frank, domestic clueless Mikey and Frank in their ratty apartment and chore list and pets everywhere and MIKEY WAS NUZZLING FRANK'S BEARD!

Like you do. Obviously.

I loved this so much. THANK YOU! <3333333

From:

kin_you_bi

You mean you don't nuzzle your friend's beards? Weird.

(Later, Frank is all "I had no idea he liked me really!" and Brian just keeps repeating "Nuzzling. Your. Beard." and Frank's like, "WHAT?" all confused. And Brian has to conclude that either a) Frank's so accustomed to having ten billion animals clambering all over him he no longer registers minor movements around his person or b) Frank thinks Mikey's a cat. Brian's not sure which one is worse.

Not that Mikey knew he liked Frank, anyway. He just likes that spot up under Frank's beard, you know, just under his ear in the crease of his neck? It's warm. Gee would understand.)

No, thank you! \o/ You make me write the most unexpected things! But also, more importantly, you make me write! (I totally had a bit of a breakthrough on the Gee&Ten fic ten minutes after posting this last night. Yay working brain!)

From:

kin_you_bi

And augh, I've just realised there's an entire section of the Ray&Frank scene that somehow got lost when cutting&pasting. I guess I'm going to have to post it properly now.

From:

glitteryv

*dies happy* Beard-nuzzling! CHORE ROSTER! Kittens and Chihuahuas calendar! Frank making sure that his dogs don't antagonize Bunny too much! Dorky!Gerard at his DORKIEST! Plus, Mikeyway being distracted by unicorn art thingie! And then, BOYS! THIS. WHOLE. COMMENTFIC. HAS. SO. MUCH. WIN!

I really can't pick one favourite part (that's how much I looooove it!)

:D!