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[turps]

Yesterday I submitted my wave 2 BBB, well before deadline too. The end changed completely from the end of ultimate suck that it had previously and overall I like what I ended up with. Now all I have to do is think of a title and I'm golden, because sadly, as much as the twitter people try to tell me otherwise, I really can't keep Frank Rubs One Out as the actual title.

We also went to see Captain America yesterday. It was cheesy fun and I liked it a lot. Came home, watched Project Runway and was in bed before ten because I was just that tired.

If you enjoy podfic knight_tracer has podficced my Spencer/Brendon kiss ficlet from the meme. That's right here.

For all you Mikey/Ryan fans -- and of course there are many I'm sure, being it's a pairing of wonder. syndelar wrote a very hot M/R Tie You Up. She's also looking for a bandom beta if anyone can help.

One picture I really enjoyed this week was





As soon as I saw it I was all, hello size kink.

Talking of pictures, Pedicone posted some last night showing his bandmates had been drawing on him. While it was great to see all that skin, and as Pedicone said himself, his manly chest mane, what I loved most of all was imagining their hands on him. Frank's hand on Pedicone's chest, steadying himself as he drew that eagle, Mikey holding his arm and moving it so he could drawn underneath. James in so close, oh, or maybe they did it at the same time. Pedicone lying on the ground with his arms outstretched. I may need to consider this a while.

I think that's all I was going to mention, so I'm going to end with this meme which so many people have posted by now.

Give me one of my fics, and I'll give you three details that didn't make it into the fic. Background canon, deleted scenes, or a look into the future. If you have a specific question, feel free to ask!

Comments

[venetia_sassy]

Congrats on finishing your BBB!

Story ... how about 'When Day is Night Alone'? I'd love to know how things work out for the guys, especially Brendon.

[turps]

Thank you!

Okay, starting this again as one of my cats sat on the keyboard and just deleted the first attempt >:(

Brendon's fucked up mentally for a long time. He gets better but everything he went through left a deep scar, especially in terms of his sexuality. He loves to feel close to people, cuddling up whenever possible, but he has an invisible line that kicks in when it feels like it could get too intimate.

He gets counselling and talks to the people at Clan House often, but for a period of time convinces himself that he's really not gay at all, and that if he likes girls everything will be easier. It's why he asks one of the girls at school to a dance, and it goes really well at first. Until they're coming home and what until then could have been just hanging with friends becomes something else when she tries to kiss him, and Brendon freaks.

He runs back to Clan House and hides in the supply room, a place where he's always felt safe. It's Mikey that finds him, and after telling Pete to make sure no one comes upstairs to disturb them he starts to organise the shelves while telling Brendon stories about his day, never mentioning that Brendon's curled in a corner on the verge of a panic attack that has his teeth chattering.

It's the approach that Brendon needs, and almost an hour later he manages to tell how he ran from the kiss and how it made him remember Alan and what Brendon did for money and Brendon's so scared that he's fucked up for good, he'll never have physical closeness and he tried to like girls because he thought it would be easier and it's not and Brendon's babbling, unable to stop talking and Mikey sits down next to him and puts his arm around him and Brendon's so fucked up and doesn't understand anything any more, if he's gay or straight or nothing and Mikey's just there. So Brendon kisses him.

It only lasts a second, then Brendon's jumping up and babbling apologies because it didn't mean anything, just, he doesn't know what he likes and he'll go now before Mikey throws him out and if he wants to punch him that's okay and all the while Mikey's just watching, and then he stands and just opens his arms and says, "Come here."

It's not the first time Brendon's cried, and it won't be the last, but it's the only time he allowed himself to sob for hours, mourning all he's lost while Mikey strokes his back and holds on.

~*~*~*~*~

Leaving Clan House breaks Brendon's heart in some ways, but in another it's just another thing to show that no matter his past his future is there for the taking. It helps that he's going to share a rented apartment with Ryan, Spencer and Jon. Their own space that they can fill with their own belongings. And of course they've a standing invitation to go back to Clan House whenever, as Pete says as they leave, 'You may not live here but it's always your home'

~*~*~*~

Brendon loses his virginity when he's drunk. It's not his best decision ever but he needed to do it, and it's the only way he could get through it, the alcohol letting him relax enough to just lie back and let it happen.

He thinks it'll help his fucked up feelings about sex. In reality all it does is make him feel cheap.

[omens]

Oh! Seconding venetia_sassy's request! ;) And the one you wrote for no_tags, if you have thoughts on that one... >:D

I pretty much abused the crap out of that "midnight anywhere in the world" rule for the BBB last night.... :P It worked out okay though, because I really dig what I did (it's different!)...

The Pedicone pics made me loooool.... I was like, we're making collaborative body art canon, then? OKAY! \o/! That's one of my favourites <3! I've never read you in fic yet, Mike. But I just might have to. :D *adds to list*

Frank Rubs One Out is an excellent title... very memorable! XP

[turps]

I've just done When Day Is Night Alone above, which suggests it's probably good I never did write a follow up as Brendon would end up a basket case *g* But okay, Like A Bunk And Cramped Sleeping.

While Gerard and Frank go bareback now at first they didn't, which led to a problem in terms of used condoms. Thankfully not a big a problem as it could have been considering it's almost impossible to have good penetrative sex in a bunk, but they did try on occasions, and of course made use of the lounge areas when the others were out.

Which led to the unfortunate situation when Bob sat down and ended up with a used condom stuck to his ass, and Ray waking up one morning to one draped over his face. Frank maintains that he didn't do it on purpose, Ray always counters they shouldn't be flinging condoms around anyway, even if they are knotted.

~*~*~*~

Cousin Bee's wedding was kind of amazing. It was like being surrounded by multiple Donna's and within minutes Frank was high on hair spray fumes with cheeks aching from being pinched.

But he also got to dance with Gerard and steal handfuls of candy from the candy bar and eat it while watching when a fight inevitably breaks out -- which, who knew cousin Bee had such a powerful punch? Frank's sure that cousin Pam slid along the floor at least twenty meters.

Of course the highlight was when Gerard caught the bouquet, and just held it up in celebrations, not embarrassed in the slightest he'd done so.

~*~*~*~

When it becomes legal to do so Frank and Gerard discuss actually getting married for real, but in the end decide not to. In their heads they'd been married for years at that point, and a piece of paper wouldn't change that.


I'm looking forward to seeing your art :D

You should give some Pedicone fic a try, between this and flirting with Frank over twitter he's providing enough canon *g(

I've been informed that title is wrong and it should be Frank Rubs Many Out. Oh so true

[akamine_chan]

Talking of pictures, Pedicone posted some last night showing his bandmates had been drawing on him. While it was great to see all that skin, and as Pedicone said himself, his manly chest mane, what I loved most of all was imagining their hands on him. Frank's hand on Pedicone's chest, steadying himself as he drew that eagle, Mikey holding his arm and moving it so he could drawn underneath. James in so close, oh, or maybe they did it at the same time. Pedicone lying on the ground with his arms outstretched.

OMG the slash, it writes itself! *g*

[turps]

OMG the slash, it writes itself! *g*

It really does! And certain band boys encourages it *g*

[turlough]

Go you!!! (And I totally think you can call it that. It's what you're going to call it every time you talk about it anyway :-)

Fun photo! (What I want is a current version of this one!)

Damn, why don't I have Pedicone's twitter as a feed over on DW?! Must fix at once.

*takes a quick peek at what people's already been asking for* Tell me something about And I Get Back Up Again. It's such a lovely story. (I was debating asking about Bob and the Kittie Kats but since it's so old I thought it might be a bit unfair.)

[glitteryv]

Congrats on turning in your bbb for Wave 2! \o/

I really can't keep Frank Rubs One Out as the actual title.

Are you, you know, sure? *blinks innocently* So. Excited. To. Read. This!

Pedicone has totally brought out this new wave of slashiness that leaves me a little google-eyed. (In my personal canon, he's Bob's ex and Dewees' current bf. IDK, T. *throws hands in the air* )

You know what I want to hear more about? Ten Rules for Looking After Mikeyway. That's one of my favouriest fics in ANY fandom. Plus, um, you know, Frank/Mikeyway domestic fic. *grabby haaaaaaands* (FTR, yes, I know it was meant to be gen, but, like I told you in my comment for that fic, I was slashing the hell out of the two of them. #always has an ulterior motive when it comes to Frank and Mikeyway) >:D!

[turps]

Thank you!

I got my art this morning and I want to show people so badly. It's so lovely.

Your personal canon would work very nicely, and also fit in with him being invited on stage previously, because obviously Bob wanted to watch Pedicone be stripped.

Awesome choice, I really like that one but it tends to slip through the cracks compared to the longer, more angsty varieties.

Actually, it would fit in nicely with my wave two, just 10 Rules has no wanking *g*

~~~~

The day Mikey and Frank move in together they end up sleeping in the living room surrounded by boxes, bags, and a pile of empty pizza boxes, left there when the others went home.

They say it's because neither of their beds are made up yet, which is true, but they've both slept on bare mattresses countless times before and sleeping bags are just as good as sheets. The truth is, neither want to actually leave this room. It feels like if they do, they'd lose this feeling, one where they're enjoying being together in a space they already call home.

~~~~

While in many ways they're very different people, Frank and Mikey don't argue at all. It's like they're two complex pieces that somehow slot into one, which is why the time they do argue is so shocking. It starts over nothing, a dish breaking when the stack falls next to the sink. And Frank knows he's over reacting, but he's tired and hungry and it's a day when everything has gone wrong, and suddenly he's yelling.

Normally Mikey would shrug him off, easily able to coax Frank from his anger, but tonight he's feeling edgy too, and the louder Frank shouts the more Mikey shuts down, until he simply turns and walks out the door.

Instantly Frank wants to follow, but he's too angry, too full of pride to take that first step, and spends a miserable night stewing.

When Mikey texts before 6am, simply saying, I'm sorry, breakfast, usual place? Frank's already going to meet him as he types a reply.

~~~~

Neither Mikey or Frank are good cooks, but for some reason they both love to bake. Not that they're that good at that either, but many an afternoon is spent creaming butter and melting chocolate, Mikey swiping his finger around the bowl and eating the batter as Frank cuts out cookies in obscene shapes.

[syndelar.livejournal.com]

Grey Crimson Skies please, because that story does wonders for my heart.

And thanks for the pointing in my direction ^_^

[turps33.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, bb.

Ray's gardening firm keeps expanding and he's always willing to take on anyone in desperate need. It burns him sometimes, he has a truck stolen and sometimes people take advantage, but those people are in the tiny minority. Most of his staff realise what a fantastic guy he is, and respond by working hard and learning how to actually do basic gardening. ( He has actual trained staff for a lot of the jobs, but Ray always says anyone can learn to cut grass ). Some of them stay on, but a lot move on to other things, which is fine by Ray. He's seen what can happen if you hold out a hand, and if he can help others by doing so, that's awesome.

Once he gets his new job Brian vows to never touch a lawnmower again. Or a plant, and even screws up his face at flowers. Not that he doesn't like them, he just doesn't want to work with them. Which is why it says so much when one time Ray gets sick. Nothing serious, just a bad cold on top of being exhausted due to working so hard and he's already down on staff and he's got jobs that need to be covered that day. Brian scowls, tells him to get the fuck back into bed and that he'll go help Frank with the fucking god damned lawns. And he does, coming back many hours later, filthy and covered in grass cuttings.

It takes years but eventually Frank and Mikey move out and get their own place. The first night away Gerard and Mikey call each others thirty six times, multiple clusters of phone calls that surround the blocks of time Mikey and Frank christen each room in their apartment by having sex in them. Both Bob and Frank are patient and say nothing about the calls, knowing the Ways have to do this their own way and in their own time.

[drenagon.livejournal.com]

Is 'It Might Be Instamatic Flu' fair game? I wasn't sure as it was co-written. Or, if not, 'Walking By His Wild Lone'. Somehow, out of all your fics I've managed to pick the ones with small children and kittens - I wonder if that should tell me something :)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'll do Walking By His Wild Lone, and I think it's showing you've got good taste ♥

While Bob never admits it to anyone, the move to run the pet shop was very much him cutting himself off from the world. His life had changed so drastically and he was feeling useless and needy. Running the shop allowed him to prove he could still look after himself ( the weeks after his operations where his parents had to cut up his food, wash and help dress him are weeks Bob never wants to revisit ) and also hide from the people who keep asking if Bob's okay and how he's doing. Animals don't care if Bob takes forever to do simply things sometimes, or that he wears splints or clothes that are easy to put on.

Gerard does eventually help paint the shop. On that day Bob's expecting Gerard only, but within 5 minutes his shop is packed with people who all seem to know each other. It's kind of overwhelming, and Bob's taken refuge behind the counter, trying to understand why all these people would help him. He's only known most of them for all of five minutes and now there's Frank setting up ladders to paint the ceiling and Mikey on kitten sitting duty, and Gerard's showing Bob some designs he's been working on for the window while Ray takes charge of moving the cages. By the end of the day, when the shop is brightly coloured and the window shining, the back door thrown open for ventilation as they sit on the floor and eat pizza, Bob still isn't sure why they're there, but he's glad that they are. Especially when Gerard looks his way and grins, and Ray gives him a not so subtle thumbs up when he sees.

Bob remains a dog man, he thinks all cats are hell beasts and tells them so often. Especially Don the one-eyed cat that no one wants to buy. Not that Bob blames them, even without the eye issue Don's got patchy fur and a snaggle tooth and a tail that's more like a pipe-cleaner. In fact, he's the ugliest kitten Bob's ever seen, and grows into one of the ugliest cats, something Bob reminds him of often as he feeds Don each morning and talks to him as he lies on the shop counter -- always on Bob's forms because he's just that annoying -- and at night when he jumps onto the bed between Gerard and Bob's feet.

[iconis.livejournal.com]

You should consider Pedicone and his chest and Mikey's hands on him for, oh, say, 15000 words or so? *______*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

It would be a beautiful thing!

I don't even know why but I'm stuck with this mental image of Mikey drawing on Pedicone, and how his fingers would look curled around his arm, and Mikey would look so intent as he's drawing, doing that thing where his brows draw together when he's concentrating.

And then of course more touching would go on in private. Lots of it. Yes.

[annemaris.livejournal.com]

The Keys to Unlock You! :D

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I can do that!

Despite Gerard's protests Mikey goes back to his apartment as soon as he's out of the wheelchair and onto crutches. It's not the best idea that he's had, getting up the stairs hurts and each time he does it he ends up light-headed and panting for breath. But it's something he needs to do, to show that he can go back to his old life, despite still feeling so scared.

That's why Frank helps him out onto the roof that first night home, helping him through the window and then down, where they sit side by side saying nothing, until Mikey simply says, "Thank you."

~*~*~*~

Brendon does ask Frank out. Their first date is at a roller rink and when they come back Brendon's sprained his wrist and Frank's got a black eye. But they're also both grinning, talking over each other as they describe the epic crash in the middle of the rink.

~*~*~*~

It takes Gerard a long time before he can sleep without nightmares. Not that he says, because this is Mikey's trauma, not Gerard's, but still, each night he wakes screaming after dreaming about finding Mikey dead on that table.

It gets worse when Mikey goes home, and Gerard ends up smoking in the middle of the night, trying not to look at one of the missing posters of Mikey that he keeps close to his bed.

He only copes those first few months because Mikey takes naps, and says he feels safer when Gerard's beside him, curled up in Mikey's bed, Gerard's arm over Mikey's side, holding him close as they both sleep.

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

Of course you can't call it Frank Rub One Out, it should be called Frank Rubs Quite A Lot Out. :)?

Can I have Sing The Revolution? (lol my favourites are showing!)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Oh man, don't tempt me! *g*

I can do that one.

Frank tries dressing up himself once. Not because it's something he's compelled to do personally, just because he wants to know how it feels and holds the opinion he should try everything at least once. And it's okay, he likes how the make-up looks and can see the appeal of wearing a skirt sometimes, but after that, there's nothing. He still loves how Mikey looks when he cross-dresses, and helping him get dressed remains one of the hottest acts Frank takes part in, but Frank never dresses that way again.

~*~*~*~

While his parents remain supportive, Mikey has one of the most embarrassing conversations of his life when Donna takes him to one side and tells him that he has to be careful. She tells him that she loves him always and supports his every decision, and that he is beautiful however he chooses to dress, but not everyone will see that.

After listening to what she's saying, Mikey asks if she's forbidding him to go outside or in public while dressed like a woman. Immediately Donna shakes her head and tells him that she'd never forbid Mikey from doing something that's part of him, just that he has to use sense and pick his moments.

It's advice Mikey listens to, and while he often wears clothes that blur the gender line, he's always careful about where he goes when he's fully dressed up.

~*~*~*~

It takes Gerard a long time before he agrees to actually fuck Mikey. He does other things, together and with Frank, and one of Gerard's favorite things to do is to watch as Mikey and Frank have sex. He loves taking in the details, like how Mikey keeps on his stockings and heels, his feet pushed in the bed and head back, his mouth open and lips glossy and red and his skirt crumpled up high on his waist. How Frank ends with lipstick smeared over his mouth, and how he looks at Mikey likes he's something beautiful. And of course Gerard loves other times too, when Mikey's not dressed up at all, and Frank's laughing as they roll around the bed, discovering the things that they love.

Always Gerard ends up joining in, hand jobs and blow jobs, Mikey's mouth close to his own, Gerard taking in Mikey's first gasp when Frank slides inside him. But Gerard never fucks Mikey himself, always hesitant of crossing that last line. Until Mikey gets fed up of asking, and takes matters in hand himself.

As usual Gerard's been watching, turned on and stroking his dick as Frank preps Mikey, and Gerard's taking in every moment, the sounds Mikey makes as Frank adds another finger and how Frank's so hard, his expression intent and fingers slick with lube, then he shares a look with Mikey, some unspoken conversation between them and then Mikey's kneeling, straddling Gerard's legs.

And Gerard knows what Mikey wants, and Gerard wants to give it, so fucking much, but there's that last line he's hanging onto. And then Mikey goes, "I love you, I want this. Please."

It's then that last line is finally erased completely.

[delphinapterus.livejournal.com]

It always trips me up to realize that outside of bandom Mikeyway isn't actually really tall.

Linchpin please?

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Bandom plays with our perceptions. I've read many fan reports of people meeting Mikey who're surprised at just how slight/short he actually is, and I guess that's all to do with the people who he's surrounded by.

Linchpin, I had so much fun writing that. It's awesome you asked for it too. I love when the less well known stories get requested.

While Mikey very much remains the center of their threesome over the summer, Frank and Pete get much closer too. They bond in a way that strengthens the threesome, enough that Mikey has no hesitation in leaving them alone when he wants to spend time with Gerard or grab a nap that involves actual sleep. Of course that works against him sometimes, when he's waylaid by both Frank and Pete, both of them grinning as they tumble Mikey to the ground and pull him under a bus.

Which is undignified and leads to bruised knees, but is worth it when Mikey's staring up at the underside of the bus, two laughing idiots at his side.

~*~*~*~

Pete dreads the end of the summer. He can't see how it's possible they can go on as they are, and is all too aware that in a threesome like theirs it's always going to be Pete who gets left out due to being in different bands.

It's why as the end of the tour approaches he starts to pull back, preferring to make the break himself before it's forced upon him. It breaks his heart and sometimes it feels like he can't breathe when he thinks about losing not just one, but both of his boyfriends in one go.

Pete's in his bunk one night when he hears someone walk down the aisle before the curtain is pulled back. Blinking against the sudden light he stares at Mikey and Frank. They don't try to climb in, the bunks are a tight squeeze for two, three leads to bumped heads and painful elbows, but what they do is stand there waiting, until Mikey says, "This isn't going to end'

And Pete wants to believe him, but as much as he hangs onto dreams, sometimes reality is all too consuming, and he says blankly, "You can't know that'

Mikey just shrugs, looking unconcerned as he says, "I do know that"

And it's not even a good reason, any reason at all in fact. But somehow Pete believes him.

~*~*~*~

Frank loves Mikey and Pete, deeply and true. But sometimes being with them is hard, especially the times Frank feels like the only stable element between two people who're lost in their own heads. He doesn't mind that he's the anchor they hold onto, he'll give time, emotion and love always.

But yeah, it's hard sometimes. Especially around Black Parade, when he felt raw and needed support himself.

But as difficult as it gets sometimes, Frank wouldn't change a thing. Because for every hard moment there are multiple good ones, times Mikey and Pete have been there for him. It's what they do, adapt and change and be there for one another, three points of a triangle that come together and create something solid, even when a side wavers.

[withdiamonds.livejournal.com]

Spot!

You knew I was going to ask for that one.

[dr-jasley.livejournal.com]

yays for sending in your bbb wave two (I sent mine in thursday night and promptly flailed)

When Day is Night Alone(anything Brendony really) *why yes I'm predictable*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you! And congratulations on getting yours in too.

I've just babbled on for ages over at DW about Brendon in WDINA if you want to check it out :)

[madambeetroot.livejournal.com]

Congrats on finishing your BBB! I think you should call your fic FROO. Or Froo Froo? Giggle.

As for the meme, I am torn between It might be Instamatic Flu, or The trails that I follow. It all depends on if you are in the mood for fluff or angst, I suppose :-)

[raffie79.livejournal.com]

Since that other one is already covered, I'd like to ask for Standing on the Grave of Dreams :D

btw congrats for your BBB :D

[desfinado.livejournal.com]

Mikey looks SO SMALL next to Tom. UNNNNNNNF *______________*

I would also like to consider all the ways in which Frank could be drawing on pedicone >:)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

He does! I know people have mistaken size kink for meaning dick size before -- not that I'm against that kink, not in the slightest! -- but I don't mean that at all. I just like that it looks like he could be manhandled so easily. Not in a way that Mikey's made to look like some kind of fragile flower, just he could be held up against a wall or thrown on a bed and he'd like it.

Which I'm sure you know but I like talking and thinking about it.

Frank and Pedicone are amazing together. I think Frank needs to do his back next time, so Pedicone can be lying on the floor with Frank straddling him.