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A Bandom Kissing Meme.

Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little.

Various people suggested I host one myself, and I figured why not? The worst that could happen is no one plays or comments and I end up with an empty post. Therefore....

Now, rules, and if I've missed something you think should be there or have been unclear just let me know.

All previous and current bandom bands and members are welcome.
All pairings are welcome. Threesomes, moresomes, bring them on. Gen is fine too, and if you want to do solo kisses somehow, I'd love to see how.
Any kinds of kisses go, on the hand, on the forehead, making out for hours, brotherly kisses, friendly kisses, the kind in the middle of hot, sweaty sex.

Leave a prompt with the kind of kiss you'd like to see. Either general ( I love kisses in the rain ) or specific ( I'd love to see Frank kiss Gabe and have to stand on a box to do so ) but remember don't get too detailed, try for a middle balance.
You can leave as many prompts as you want, but only one prompt per comment.
If you want to answer your own prompt, go for it. The more kisses the better.
Prompts can be filled more than once with either fic or art.
You can write/draw as little or as much as you like.
If you do write/draw please put a pairing and title in the subject line, that way I can link from the main post.
Please warn if needed.

Other than that, go for it. Prompt kisses, write kisses, draw kisses. *mwah*

(1)Gerard/Mikey -- Spot by

akamine_chan
(2)Mikey/Ryan -- Cooking Class Verse by

eledhwenlin
(3)Frank/Gerard -- First sober kiss by

greedy_dancer
(4)Bob/Mikey -- Last Kiss by

akamine_chan
(5)Dr Death Defying/Show Pony -- lazy morning by

kopperblaze
(6)Frank/Mikey -- Reward by

chalcopyrite
(7)Bob/Mikey -- A Little Patience by

radioaches
(8)It's Never Enough -- Brendon/Spencer by

knight_tracer
(9)Favorite Little Brother -- Mikey&Gerard

akamine_chan
(10)Sub!Verse Late Nights -- Mikey/Ray by

bebunny
(11)Korse/Fun Ghould -- Something gritty by

tuesdaysgone
(12)High school sweethearts -- Brendon/Spencer by

turps33
(13)No Big Deal Frank/Mikey by

dear_monday
(14)With Your Mask On If You Have To Frank/Gerard by

chalcopyrite
(15)Lipstick Kisses -- Frank/Gerard by

lovebashed
(16)Practice Makes Perfect Gerard/Mikey by

ladyfoxxx
(17)Killjoys from the POV of the kid by

kopperblaze
(18)Killjoys Korse/Party Poison, first kiss by

bebunny
(19)Painted Desert Serenade Party Poison/Jet Star by by

chalcopyrite
(20)Playing Like I Know That Game -- Gerard/Patrick by

creepylicious
(21)Mikey/Pete -- Not wanting to let go by

ivesia19
(22)Dallon/Brendon -- dare by

ivesia19
(23)Hello -- Gerard/Patrick by

madambeetroot
(24)Gerard/Grant Morrison - a surprise (or two!) at Comic-Con by

fleurdeliser and

tuesdaysgone
(25)Bob/Mikey killjoys double dog dare by

turps33
(26)Brendon/Frank -- stolen kisses during something actiony by

delphinapterus
(27)Brendon/Ryan -- post split by

ivesia19
(28)Gerard solo -- Sweet by

jedusaur
(29)Frank/Mikey -- kissing in cold weather ( art fill ) by

omens
(30)Ryan/Jon -- saying goodbye is hard to do by

sailorstkwrning
(31)Keep Me Breathing -- Brendon/Gerard by

creepylicious
(32)Gerard -- In the Mirror by

undeny
(33)Faded -- Gerard&Mikey by

romanticalgirl
(34)Like I'm Feeling You Gabe/William by

romanticalgirl
(35)Summer For the Rest Of Us -- Gerard/Patrick by

romanticalgirl
(36)A Better Offer -- Gerard/Frank/Gabe by

romanticalgirl
(37)Hot For Teacher -- Gerard/Mikey by

romanticalgirl
(38)Barter System -- Ray/Mikey by

romanticalgirl
(39)The One Where Mikey Doesn't Kiss and Frank's Been Watching a Long Time -- Mikey/Frank by

greenskribbles
(40)Approximate Sunlight -- Frank/Gerard by

piratesunk
(41)Soundtrack of the Summer Frank/Gerard by

piratesunk
(42)Remaking What Otherwise We Should Have Thrown Away -- Frank/Gerard by

fabu
(43)Gabe/Patrick and Gabe/Pete -- He kissed a boy just to start shit.

jedusaur
(44)This Is a Gift, It Comes With a Price -- Dr D/Show Pony by

creepylicious
(45)Snake Vision -- Kobra Kid/Gabe by

jedusaur
(46)All Ways -- Mikey/Franks by

jedusaur
(47)A Blustery Night -- Brendon/Travie by

dr_jasley
(48)Hazy Lazy Day -- Ray/Mikey by

xoxxblitz7
(49)Welcome Home -- Gerard/Lindsey by

turps33
(50)Love Droplets -- Gerard/Frank by

xoxxblitz7
(51)Up For Air -- Patrick/Pete by

jedusaur and

verbyna
(52)See You -- Mikey/Brendon by

bootson
(53)Staged -- Brendon/Spencer by

bootson
(54)(How bad I want this) scandal; MCR: Frank/Mikey (+Gerard) by

creepylicious
(55)Mikey/Ryan -- in a cage by

slashxmistress
(56)Share Some Skin -- Gerard/Mikey by

creepylicious
(57)Mikey/Gabe -- Projekt Gayhem 1/3 by

jedusaur
(58)Skin -- Mikey/William by

romanticalgirl
(59)Gerard/Lyn-Z - Take You In by

romanticalgirl
(60)Pete/Mikey -- first time by

romanticalgirl
(61)Awake With Sleepy Eyes -- Gerard/Gabe/Brendon by

dr_jasley
(62)Take A Sad Song and Make It Better -- Brendon/Spencer by

fabu
(63)And You're Overdue -- Brendon/Gabe/Gerard by

creepylicious
(64)Gabe/Gerard -- the morning after the night before by

delphinapterus
(65)We Kiss Like Painted Tigers -- Bert/Gerard by

dear_monday
(66)Sink Right In -- Bob/Frank by

desfinado
(67)Dem Dry Bones -- Gerard/Mikey --

desfinado
(68)Wish You Were Here -- Pete/William by

romanticalgirl
(69)Bring 'Em Back Alive -- Kobra Kid/Gabe by

romanticalgirl
(70)Worst Ever -- Mikey/Pete by

desfinado
(71)Some Kind of Wonderful -- Pete/Gabe by

romanticalgirl
(72)Gerard/Mikey, Frank/Ray - Love and Chainsaws by

s0ckpupp3t
(73)Just a Shade of Green -- Frank/Brendon by

dapatty
(74)On The Couch -- Mikey/Frank by

s0ckpupp3t
(75)Brendon/Ryan by

fannyt
(76)Familiarity Breeds Contempt -- Mikey/Pete/Alicia by

romanticalgirl
(77)How They Fit -- MCR GSF -- by

dapatty
(78)Hold On -- Pete/Travie by

romanticalgirl
(79)William/Carden -- Airports by

romanticalgirl
(80)Not Quite Paradise --Gerard/Gabe by

romanticalgirl
(81)Patrick/Bebe -- More in common than just Pete by

romanticalgirl
(82)Welcome to the Band, Dan/The Used -- by

rokittomars
(83)Noises Off -- Mikey/Jepha by

mtminded1
(84)Objects in the Mirror -- Gerard/Jamia by

fabu
(85)Frank/Fun Ghoul by

akamine_chan
(86)Frank/Ray - Late Nights Over Monroeville by

delphinapterus
(87)Will Slowly Fade Away -- Gerard/Mikey by

turps33
(88)In search of all things beautiful 1/2; Crossover - Frank/Gerard, Adam/Tommy by

creepylicious
(89)If Wishes Were Horses -- Pete/Mikey by

romanticalgirl
(90)CS GSF by

rokittomars
(91)Anchored in That Old Time Rock'n'Roll by

delphinapterus
(92)Worth the Wait -- Pete/Mikey by

radioaches
(93)Diversion -- Mikey/Alicia by

romanticalgirl
(94)The Warmth of Spring -- Brendon/Brent by

dr_jasley
(95)This Is Not A Love Song -- Frank/Gerard by

fabu
(96)Pedicone/Frank -- working out by

romanticalgirl
(97)Mikey/Pete -- reunited by

cold_clarity
(98)Luke and Leia -- Gerard/Mikey by

s0ckpupp3t
(99) Mikey/Gabe -- drunken, sloppy make outs by

romanticalgirl
(100) Bob/Ray --in the studio by

syndelar
(101) Not Kissed Brendon/Spencer by

eledhwenlin
(102)Brendon -- bouncy kisses by

brandywine421
(103) Bebe/Gabe -- Gabe wooing by

brandywine421

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Jesus. UNF.

“Slow.” Gerard nods, his eyes closing as Mikey’s fingers touch him. “Right. I can do slow.” There is no way in hell he can do slow. He’s sporting a boner just thinking about kissing her, he’s going to probably maul her face like a tiger.

Such a perfect combination of hot and hilarious. ♥!

(I also LOVE this idea of Gerard going to MIKEY. mmmmm)

Edited 2011-07-10 20:34 (UTC)

Thank you!

I love the idea of them just getting through the door and being unable to wait.

Gerard is falling-down drunk, laughing-drunk, flying-drunk, warm and pliant, and Bert is only a few drinks behind. Together, they stagger away from the noise and the lights of the main stage, stumbling to a halt on the grass in the shadow of the MCR bus. Gerard sways slightly, his smile guileless and liquid in the dark. He's still wearing his stage makeup, deathly pale with a thick, dramatic band of black across his eyes. It looks like a superhero's mask, or maybe a bandit's, the ends disappearing into his tangled mess of dark hair. The edges are still sharp and crisp and perfect, like he's only just finished painting it on.

Bert frowns. There's something wrong, he thinks blearily, with Gerard looking so – so clean when he's this fucked up. Gerard dodges interventions and gets away with murder because he's pretty, because he cleans up so nicely, and that's always struck Bert as deeply unfair. If you're a mess, you should look it. Without thinking, Bert reaches out and runs his finger through the sticky black facepaint, dragging a long streak of it down over Gerard's bright white cheekbone. It looks a little like a tear track.

"So we fucking match," he says. It's true and it isn't. It's – symbolic. Of something. Probably. He doesn't know. It's three a.m. and he's drunk and the cut-grass-gasoline smell of the air is making him dizzy.

Gerard has gone very still, lips parted, eyes big and dark. He doesn't look away. Instead, he swipes a finger along just under his eye, and draws a slightly unsteady stripe on Bert's cheek, biting down slightly on his lip in concentration.

"S'like war paint," he explains solemnly. "Now we match."

Bert has a sudden moment of clarity and wants to laugh; god, look at them, they're fucking ridiculous. As messes go, they're a disaster.

Gerard's forehead creases up with puzzlement. "What?" he says, and Bert realizes he was laughing out loud.

"Nothing, nothing," he says. "Just – us. Fuck." It shouldn't be funny. Maybe it's not.

Gerard still looks confused, like he wants so badly to understand it and doesn't know why he can't. He looks surreal in the dark, like an escaped character from a Tim Burton movie, pale and unearthly and just that little bit unsettling, that little bit off. There's a still, suspended moment, and Bert wants to touch him, wants to kiss him, wants to taste the smoke and the cheap beer on his tongue and the sweat and paint on his skin just to reassure himself that Gerard is flesh and blood.

He doesn't do it.

The thing is, Bert isn't stupid or deaf, both of which he'd have to be to avoid hearing what everyone's saying about them: that they're fucking, that if they're not then they're doing everything short of that. I wish, he thinks, bitter-plaintive, every time he hears it. They aren't, they don't, they haven't. Not even when Gerard is so wasted his feet aren't even touching the ground anymore, not even when he's got more booze-powder-pills singing in his veins than Bert and Gerard's warm and willing, all shy-sly-sloppy smiles and splayed limbs and Bert knows it'd be so easy. He knows exactly what Gerard's brother and their little psycho guitarist think of him (although it doesn't take a genius to work out what said psycho guitarist's problem is; really, those big starry eyes are so painfully obvious), and it kind of hurts. Sure, he knows he's loud and obnoxious and kind of a douchebag sometimes, but he's not that guy, never will be.

Gerard makes a low, blurred noise of annoyance, practically pouting, Jesus. "'R thinking about kissing me again," he says. "'Kin' – fuckin' do it, if you're gonna."

Fuck it, Bert thinks. He's been resisting for too long, he's fucking sick of it. He's so tired and Gerard looks so good like this and it's just a fucking kiss, right?

So he does, and his movements are as slurred as his words and he only gets the corner of Gerard's mouth at first, but then Gerard lets out a breathy little laugh, warm against his skin, and pulls him in. It's messy and a little desperate, Gerard whining softly and pressing up against Bert, Bert licking hungrily into Gerard's mouth, his hands curling around the back of Gerard's neck and working their way into his unwashed hair. Gerard's skin tastes strange – painted – salt-sweat and something harsh and chemical and cloying-sweet. Bert is acutely aware of everywhere his own skin is touching Gerard's; he's burning with a sick, shivery heat and he tells himself it's just the booze.

When Gerard pulls back, his lips are slick and swollen and his eyes are dark, pupils blown. His smile is thin and wan. "Don't worry," he says quietly. "S'not like I'm gonna remember anyway."

I hope you do, Bert thinks before he can stop himself. He runs a finger through Gerard's makeup again, only this time he smears it untidily across Gerard's lips so he'll will see it, taste it when he wakes up. I hope you do.

Oh this is SO sweet! I really love the color work, they look so cold (and happy!)

oh man, thx! i'm trying to get better at colouring. :D

I really like this take on Bert. It's nice to see him shown in such a good light, and that they really are as fucked up as each other.

Thank you!

Thank you! Mikey/Ryan FTW. And it totally worked out, Mikey's makeouts always work out exactly the way he wants them to.

Thanks, glad you liked it!

Oh, i LOVE them. They just remind me so much of my friends. Thanks a ton for writing this for me.

I love you and your ideas and your phrasings and your characterization and your FACE.

(posting with this journal instead of jedusaur because Safari is giving me shit for some reason. y I have an entire browser dedicated to fandom activity what of it >.>)

Thank you so much! BOYS. ♥

Where else would Gerard go? Mikey knows everyone. Everything. Mikey's awesome.

Gerard would be all tongue at first and Barbara would be all "I want to kiss you, not drown."

"Pete," Mikey says against his mouth. Pete's forgotten to keep kissing him again, lips just moving aimlessly against Mikey's.

"Mmmf," Pete says, mouth sliding hot and wet up Mikey's cheek and into his hair. Mikey's eyes slip shut and he sways back against the door, because Pete may be shoving his tongue into Mikey's ear in the least sexy wet willy ever, but he's got one clammy hand around both of their dicks and Mikey's only human.

"Shit," Mikey pants, dropping his head back and letting Pete gnaw at his neck a bit, both of Mikey's palms flat against the door while he shoves his hips into Pete's grip.

"God, Mikey," Pete groans into Mikey's neck, teeth blunt as they scrape the skin he's sucked raw, "you taste like fucking Banana Boat, what the fuck." They both laugh and then Pete must push up onto his toes because now it's not just the tip of his dick bumping Mikey's, but that's all of his cock, hot and hard and sliding against Mikey's in Pete's grip, their spit still dripping from between Pete's knuckles.

"Shut up," Mikey moans, "I burn easy, okay?"

"Yeah?" Pete says like he's already forgotten what he's responding to. His legs are trembling with the effort of holding himself on the balls of his feet, knees digging into the wall to keep them lined up. "God, I can feel all of you, it's like - ungh." He starts sucking at that same spot, the skin bruised and over-sensitive, and Mikey reflexively shrugs his shoulders up. "Let me fucking in, Mikey, come on." Pete noses at Mikey's jaw, nipping lightly at the stubble there. "Wanna see this on you later, wanna remember."

"Shut up," Mikey says through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut and forehead creased with the effort not to come, but he laughs a little when he hears Pete echo "Shut up!" in a high voice into Mikey's damp cheek, and it hitches into a moan. "This is why we were kissing," Mikey says, "because there are people on the other side of this door and you won't stop talking."

So Pete finds his lips again, tongue sweeping Mikey's mouth as Mikey dips his head down to meet him. Pete's thighs are tense and shaking and there's a thump as he braces his other arm on the door, hand moving faster on their cocks.

It's barely a minute later when Pete's attention is lost once more, tongue a heavy, hot weight in Mikey's mouth and lips still against his. Their noses bump as Pete jolts with the movement of his own arm, moaning into Mikey's mouth. Mikey hiccups a laugh because, seriously. Worst multi-tasker ever.

"Who you laughing at?" Pete mumbles into his lips, and Mikey can feel his mouth tilt up into that big smile, can smell Pete's sweat and aftershave, can feel Pete's heart jackhammering against Mikey's ribcage where they're plastered together.

"You, you're fucking -" but Mikey's words are lost when Pete drops his other hand to squeeze Mikey's balls gently, and Pete's laughing and Mikey's choking a moan into Pete's mouth that might sound a bit like "No fair," as his legs lock and he comes, hard and slick over both of them.

"You suck at kissing, Mikey Way," Pete breathes. He laughs into Mikey's motionless, open mouth, and it breaks off into a grunt as he twitches and comes into the slippery circle of his hand.

They stand like that for a while, breathing harshly, and Mikey can hear Pete wiping his hands off on the door on either side of him. It doesn't sound very effective.

"Practice," Mikey eventually says decisively into Pete's forehead. He lets Pete close the distance between them, up on his toes, to plant a messy kiss into Mikey's smile. "Clearly we need more practice."

Frank always has bruises the next day, and he wears them like a badge. Like he fucking wants someone to ask. He laughs big and loud with the techs, head tossed back as he downs the dregs of his beer, and Bob can see the purpling skin at the base of his neck from last night, the yellow higher up, just under his jaw, from a few nights before.

Every time, Bob tries to kiss them better. He's got this idea that if he can just spread Frank out and touch his lips to the bruised skin - the small fingerprints of blue-black along his hipbones, the wide and messy purple shapes on his knees - then he'll stop leaving them there.

"Pussy," Frank grunts, and sits up almost immediately from where Bob's pushed him down on his back on the hotel bed, "if I wanted fucking T.L.C. I'd call your mom." His mouth is ugly twisted up like that, his eyes narrowed. Bob just wants to get him on his back, wants to press his lips to the mark on Frank's neck, the ones beneath his t-shirt that he can't see.

"Lie down," Bob presses between gritted teeth.

"Man up," Frank spits out, and Bob pushes his thumb hard and bruising into Frank's lips, to keep them closed, to push them open, he doesn't really care. Frank takes it in this time, sucking wet and obscene.

Frank bucks up against Bob, the hard line of his dick against Bob's stomach, eyes glassy and challenging. Bob uses his other hand to push Frank's t-shirt up to his armpits, skating his clammy palm across the inked skin to hover over the small bruises along Frank's ribcage.

"Then take it like one," Bob says in a voice that he never knows how to use when Frank's smoking with Mikey behind the buses where they're not supposed to, when Frank steals food from his plate, smiling big and easy and bright. Bob's fingertips fit to the bruises in a way that makes his stomach bottom out every time, in a way that makes him think: mine.

Bob tries to kiss them better, but Frank won't let him.

"Fuck," Frank hisses around Bob's thumb and slams his fists down on the bedspread, shoving his hips up into Bob, eyes squeezed shut. "Come the fuck on, Bryar." Sweat breaks out across Bob's back as Frank licks at the pad of this thumb and bites down hard.

Bob knows Frank won't kiss it better, later. But he also knows that next time, Frank's teeth will seek out the exactly same spot to sink in. Really, it's not all that different.

GRAR

Oh. My. Goodness.

That is. Well. Oh my.

HNGH I FUCKING LOVE YOU

CLEARLY THEY NEED MORE PRACTICE.

This is really lovely. It's nice to see Bert as not a villian and the way you write his thoughts feels right.

He knows exactly what Gerard's brother and their little psycho guitarist think of him (although it doesn't take a genius to work out what said psycho guitarist's problem is; really, those big starry eyes are so painfully obvious), and it kind of hurts. Sure, he knows he's loud and obnoxious and kind of a douchebag sometimes, but he's not that guy, never will be.

I'd quote the whole thing back at you really but this part especially really stood out for me. It's pretty much my favorite bit.

Obviously more practice is called for!

So awesome to see this threesome getting written more. Great dialogue.

I really like how it's so obvious that they're really comfortable with each other and the little details about the temperature.

Can I just quote the whole thing back? Seriously, you make me wish this was trio was the OTP of bandom. They fit really well together.

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A Bandom Kissing Meme.

Re: MCR, Gerard/Mikey - Hot for Teacher

Re: Welcome Home -- Gerard/Lyn-Z

Bert/Gerard -- we kiss like painted tigers; 1/2

Bert/Gerard -- we kiss like painted tigers; 2/2

Re: art fill, Frank/Mikeyway

Re: art fill, Frank/Mikeyway

Re: Bert/Gerard -- we kiss like painted tigers; 2/2

Re: Frank/Mikey -- All Ways

Re: Mikey/Gabe -- Projekt Gayhem 3/3

Re: Mikey/Gabe -- Projekt Gayhem 3/3

Re: Bert/Gerard -- we kiss like painted tigers; 2/2

Re: Bert/Gerard -- we kiss like painted tigers; 2/2

Re: FOB/MCR, Pete/Mikey

Re: MCR, Gerard/Mikey - Hot for Teacher

Worst Ever - Pete/Mikey

Sink Right In - Bob/Frank

Re: Sink Right In - Bob/Frank

Re: Worst Ever - Pete/Mikey

Re: Sink Right In - Bob/Frank

Re: Worst Ever - Pete/Mikey

Re: Bert/Gerard -- we kiss like painted tigers; 2/2

Re: Worst Ever - Pete/Mikey

Re: And you're overdue; Brendon/Gabe/Gerard

Re: A Blustery Night, Brendon/Travie

Re: Awaken With Sleepy Eyes, Brendon/Gabe/Gerard