andimparalyzed

Of Glitter and Broken Toaster Ovens

2009-12-24T03:52:55Z

Title: Of Glitter and Broken Toaster Ovens
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Frank/Gerard and implied Mikey/Bob
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person
Summary: Christmas season in Gerard and Frank's house is difficult to say the least.
Author Notes: Written for stealenoughtime. I hope that you like it :] I'm not sure if I do and if you don't I'm sorry :[ I couldn't think today. Tomorrow's one will be better.
Warnings: None

"Gerard, can you help me get the boxes down from the attic?" Frank asked his fiance. Gerard rolled his eyes and got up from the couch that he has been sitting on with his brother before Frank decided he couldn't go to the attic by himself.

"Frank, this is ridiculous. Our attic is fine," Gerard said, waving to his brother on the couch, indicating that he didn't need to help get the Christmas decorations from the attic. Mikey grinned at Frank's ridiculousness and watched the two go up the stairs.

"This is not ridiculous. I hate going up into the attic, especially alone. Everything is mad spooky up there are there are a lot of spiders. I hate spiders! With all of those fucking legs, they are gross!" Frank shivered as he opened the door that led to the attic and walked up the stairs slowly. He stopped about halfway up the stairs and just wouldn't budge. Gerard sighed and reached up to hold Frank's hand to comfort the man and he continued to walk up the stairs.

The pair reached the attic and Gerard turned the light on, not understanding how something that looked just like a normal room filled with boxes could be scary. The walls were a plain white and the windows let in plenty of light into the small room. "See? It is super creepy up here!" Frank exclaimed as he took Gerard's hand and wrapped it around his own waist for protection from whatever lives in a non-spooky attic.

"Oh yeah, terrifying." The two walked over to their Christmas corner and they each picked up a box filled with decorations. Frank practically ran back downstairs, leaving Gerard behind him to shut off the light and close the door. Frank was in the living room taking tree decorations out of the box before Gerard was even down the stairs yet. "Nice, Frank."

"Thank you, Gerard," Frank said, grinning up at Gerard making it so that he couldn't stay mad at him.

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome." Gerard plopped the other box of decorations next to Frank, who immediately opened the box up and began to rummage through it.

"Hey look, glitter!" Frank declared, holding up a little jar of green and red glitter.

"Wow, that was pretty, uh, that was pretty gay, Frank," Mikey said, getting up from the couch.

Frank scowled at him and said, "Don't be an ass. You love glitter just as much as I do."

"Maybe, but I keep that to myself." Mikey walked into the kitchen, disappearing from sight just as Bob had about an hour ago. Bob was supposed to make popcorn for everyone but apparently he became preoccupied.

Frank stood up and grinned as he became to glitter-fy their fake tree. Gerard watched as he tried to get the top of tree but was too short to even come close. Frank stood on his tippy-toes but still couldn't manage it as he balanced dangerously on his toes. Then, as could have been predicted, Frank toppled right into the tree face-first, squeeling. Gerard went over and pulled Frank from the tree, a smile creeping on his face that he just couldn't resist. Frank pouted as Gerard set him down, kissing him on the temple to show that he wasn't truly laughing at Frank but with him instead.

"Do you want me to get the top for you?" Gerard asked, brushing some glitter from Frank's cheeks off.

"Yes please," Frank said, smiling at Gerard with those big eyes. Gerard leaned forward and pecked Frank's lips quickly, unable to resist himself. Just as he was about to lean in for a longer kiss, he heard a yelp come from the kitchen. Mikey entered the living room, flailing about and cursing.

"Fucking toaster with the fucking hot stuff to heat the fucking burned foot . . . " he rambled on, shaking his arm furiously back and forth.

"What happened?" Gerard asked, looking at his flailing brother curiously.

"What does it sound like happened? I touched the fucking toaster oven with my hand!"

"Your whole hand?" Frank asked, confused. He hoped that Mikey hadn't just grabbed it, because that would be bad even for Mikey's standard's.

"Yes!"

"Then what are you doing out here? Go put it under cold water, dipshit," Gerard told his brother. Mikey looked as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head and raced back to the kitchen.

"Mikey broke the toaster oven!" Bob called from the kitchen over the sound of running water.

"Of course he did," Gerard sighed. Nothing was going right today. He sighed as he looked at Frank, who was going through one of the boxes again. Frank stood up, his hand clasped around and object that he held above his head.

"Misteltoe," he said slyly, smirking at Gerard. Gerard smiled back, wrapping his arms around Frank's waist and leaning in for that kiss that he should have experienced earlier, thinking that having a Frank to kiss during the holiday was more important than having a working toaster and a quiet Mikey.

Es Muy Lame-o

2009-12-11T11:31:37Z

How do you guys like my basass Spanish skills? Haha. I can't speak Spanish well at all. Well, maybe a little.

I don't know how the weather is where you guys are but we have been getting some snow lately. I even had my first snow-day of the year on Wednesday :D I hate shoveling but I love snow a lot so this is very lovely. I don't like driving in it though.

You want to know what sucks though? My macbook, Dante, cord just randomly died. It was working fine and then mid-charge the light just went out. And the den computer died too. Fucking peachy. I have to use my mum's laptop now (she never uses it) and it sucks. My dad ordered the cord forever ago but it still hasn't come it. My wall-e watch finally came in but not my cord. And that makes me sad. Dante is just jealous because I have been hanging out with more people lately and not using him as much. He is such a drama queen.

Hope that you guys are having a lovely week :] I hope to write more during winter break so expect some new shiz around x-mas.

Dude

2009-11-21T22:44:44Z

I saw a guy at the grocery store and he looked exactly like Bob Bryar - it was amazing. I mean, I'm sure that he isn't in some hick town in Massachusetts but it was still awesome. Bob Bryar has a twin out there and he lives in my town! Unless it was a Bob clone and not really a twin. Conspiracy theory!

Also, I am seventeen years old. And I went to the grocery store and while I was waiting for my mum to get her hotdogs from the deli, one of the workers came up to me and said, "Would you like a piece of cheese, hun?" I still get asked for cheese. I wear shit loads of makeup but I am still called little girl. By the way, the cheese was delicious :D

Edit: I went back to the grocery store to return a movie and the guy was still there. He had gauged ears. Does Bob still have them? Is it massively creepy that I stared at this guy for about half a minute? Yes, I think so. He was pretty tall too. Can anyone tell me where Bob Bryar is? Haha.

And I Don't Even Know You

2009-11-06T22:30:03Z

Title: And I Don’t Even Know You
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: PG13
POV: 3rd person, Gerard
Summary: Gerard walks past a man on the sidewalk who he feels such a strong connection with. And then he’s saying ‘bye’.
Author Notes: New oneshot (that’s not from my prompt table). Hope that you guys like it. Lyrics (title and inside oneshot) as from Nineteen by Tegan and Sara.
Warnings: Implied death.

I Feel You In My Heart - And I Don't Even Know You

Gerard pulled his Smashing Pumpkins hoodie over his head and tugged it down, settling it snugly around his waist. He gabbed his Ipod and put a bud in each ear, hitting the play button and listening to music that he knew by heart but didn't have the desire to listen to. It was one of those days for him that felt unnatural - for whatever reason.

He opened the door and stepped out in chilly Jersey autumn, gritting his teeth and gathering the courage to continue on. He desperately needed coffee, as he has drained every last drop last night. Just as he was about to shut his eyes last night, he saw a beautiful picture flash before his eyes. He practically had no choice but to make himself a cup of coffee and begin painting. Sometimes inspiration strikes when one is so tired, and it is hard to be motivated when all you want to do is pass out. Oh, the tiresome life of an artist.

Gerard watched his ratty converse as they seemed to move themselves across the sidewalk. They knew where coffee would be and what would be the easiest route to get there. The fact that they knew how to access coffee was odd, considering they were, you know, feet.

As he was walking down the sidewalk, watching his shoes, Gerard was suddenly hit with the urge to look up. So he did so. He didn't know what possessed him to, but he did.

His eyes were met by a second pair looking back at him. They were a brilliant hazel color, sparkling a golden color in the sun, framed by a set of black lashes. The stranger's cheeks were tinted pink from the cold as well as the tip of his nose - a small yet perfect nose that fit his face. His lip were delicately places above his chin - a burn rose color that made Gerard inhale a deep breath filled with anxiety, as well as excitement. Gerard has the urge to reach a hand up to actually touch the sweet mouth, the oh-so-soft looking skin that glowed a pale color, and looked as though it held a hidden kiss. He wanted to touch the man's black hair to see if it would be as soft as he imagined it to be. So desperate a want he had to pull the man's hands out of his hoodie pocket and grasp them in his own hands.

Gerard felt his mouth drop as he passed the man, almost as if the two were moving in slow motion. The man smiled at Gerard, his lips curling perfectly, the smile shining through to his eyes. Gerard felt as though he should say something to the man but couldn't force his mouth to work or his lungs to inhale. He felt as though he should reach his hand out to grab the other's hand, but his shoulder wasn't cooperating. He literally felt his heart stop when he realized that he had missed his chance to touch the man.

He turned around only to see that the man had kept on walking. Just as the stranger was about to cross the street, Gerard called out, "wait!" He licked his lips as the man turned around, his heart pumping loudly in his chest as he watched the man raise an eyebrow and smile.

Gerard didn't even see the truck coming down the road; swirling and going from lane to lane. He did see the truck as it went onto the sidewalk behind the stranger, who was completely unaware of the danger behind him. The truck moved so quickly that Gerard didn't have time to shout out once more, to warn the man what was about to happen. Gerard watched as the man's face, the man who he felt such a strong connection with so deeply in his soul, turned from amusement to surprise when he felt the wind swoop around him. Gerard watched as the rouge truck flew through the sidewalk, no matter what was in the way.

And now we're staying bye, bye, bye

Writing About Nothing :]

2009-10-25T23:40:37Z

Goodness, I miss talking to you guys. I <3 you all so much. Almost motivates me to write something. If only I weren't too lazy, haha. I still need to motivate myself to write my college essay. I think that I'm going to write about the first time I realized that the bands I idolize are actually made up of human beings and not just crazy figments of my imagination that exist on youtube and magazine covers. I think that everyone has that moment. I had mine at my second The Used concert with Jepha. He doesn't know it though XD Or maybe I'll write about something else. I don't know. Any suggestions from people already in college?

Oh! And I thought that I'd let you guys, mainly stealenoughtime that I saw Where The Wild Things Are. [there may be spoilers in this paragraph, so if you don't want to know what happens just skip ahead to the next one] I was so disappointed with this movie. I went into it thinking that it was going to be amazing and full of magic and fluff and it wasn't. Admittedly, I did get really close to crying (and my best friend, Travis, did too. Cause he's a pansy) but that doesn't mean shit. The whole part with the wild things was filled with anger and fighting; I felt like I was in a house with a bunch of divorced couples. It was for shiz not a kids movie. Max almost got eaten and kicked the shit out of twice. It was ridiculous. The movie was mad heavy for kids. And for me too. I mean, there were moments of the movie that I adored (I'll eat you up I love you so :D :D :D ) but for the main part, it was disappointing for me. I understand that a movie can't be filled with gumdrops and fluff (though Up got pretty damn close) but still. I wanted a feel good movie and left feeling disappointed.

If any of you guys have seen the movie, let me know your thoughts on it. Oh! And I saw this on youtube the other day and thought that you guys might like it. I wish that I could make a costume like this but alas, my Halloween costume is already done. I'm a wall (specifically a picture on a wall) for Halloween. Here's a picture of it taken on my cellphone. Wow, this is a pretty link heavy post. Sorry about that.

Have any of you guys read Questionable Content? Its the best online comic ever. And the only one that I've read (my dad got me hooked - its the only thing we agree upon) I've been thinking about changing my mood theme from ellen to that. Dunno.

Okay, I am done rambling. Hope that you guys are all doing well and that your halloween is kickass.

What the freak

2009-10-18T20:10:20Z

There is snow accumulating outside right now. It is october and I'm in Massachusetts. Not Canada or Alaska or some other uber cold, snowy place. This should not be happening. It is too soon. I love snow but not in the middle of October. What's gonna happen for halloween? I need to go trick-or-treating! Its my last year before college and I'm going to be trick-or-treating in snow. This is freaking ridiculous. Is it snowing where you guys are?

Wait

2009-10-14T00:50:34Z

Title: Wait
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Bob/Frank
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person
Summary: ‘Wait!” cried Frank.
Author Notes: Prompt 105 out of 105. We did it, guys! All done! I am going to make a proper post tomorrow about how awesome everyone is and shit (maybe talk about what’s going down in the future as far as fics go). I hope that you guys like this last fic and that you have had a good time reading all of the other ones :]
Warnings: None.

Frank watched Bob walk down the street , not knowing that he was on the prowl and slowly sneaked up to him before pouncing. Frank jumped onto Bob's back, causing Bob to stumble a bit before he caught his balance and held onto Frank's legs, keeping him up. "You know, most people say hello before doing that."

"I know, but I wanted to surprise you," Frank said, leaning forward and pecking Bob on the cheek before nuzzling his nose into Bob's neck. It was fall and the air was reaching that point where it was beyond the comfortable fall air and turning into winter air. He couldn't help but inhale the clean, but spicy, scent of Bob that he had grown to love.

"Well, mission accomplished," Bob said as he walked towards the concert hall that they were playing in that evening.

Just as he was about to answer Frank yelped, "Wait! Stop!" He wiggled about until Bob let him go, surprised and bewildered by Frank's sudden desire to walk again. Bob turned around to face Frank and was surprised when Frank began to pull him by the front of his shirt towards the back of the place. walked backed up against a tree and pulled Bob flush against him before leaning up to kiss Bob, letting it be fast paced and full of desire. Frank pulled at Bob's lipring with his teeth, letting it go only to lick the area gently before kissing him again.

Frank pulled back from the kiss only to smirk at Bob and say, "Ok, I feel complete. Happy now." He pecked Bob once more before tugging him by the hand back into the studio.

Fruit.

2009-10-13T01:09:01Z

Title: Fruit.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Bob/Frank
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person, Bob
Summary: Bob thinks that fruit makes everything better.
Author Notes: Prompt 104 out of 100. There’s still one prompt left that you guys can give me the prompt/pairing/inspiration for. And then it’ll be all over :[ Anywho, hope that you guys like this.
Warnings: None.

Bob sat at the front of the bus, peeling an orange, when Frank came up to him, pushed himself flush against Bob's side and let out a sigh. Bob didn't do anything, but kept on peeling his orange as if Frank wasn't there. Frank let out another sigh, this one heavy with emphasis an aggravation. Bob finished peeling his orange and cleaned off a slice, giving it to Frank instead of asking him what was wrong. Frank grumbled a bit as he ate the pieced of fruit slowly.

"Fruit always makes you feel better. It's delicious and good for you," Bob said as he popped a slice of orange into his mouth. Frank's frown slowly went away, though his brow was still furrowed. "Want another piece?" Bob asked, handing another slice to Frank without waiting for his answer. Frank nodded, munching on the fruit as he leaned his head on Bob's shoulder, apparently having forgotten what had aggravated him in the first place.

"This is good," Frank said as he ate another slice.

"Good. We can eat as many as you want, and after you realize that Gerard took your iPod and broke it by accident, we can eat some more until you're only slightly pissed at him." Frank's jaw dropped as he looked over at the counter to see that his iPod was lying on it, the screen cracked terribly.

"I am going to fucking-" Frank began but Bob popped another slice of orange into his mouth before he could say another word.

"Fruit makes you feel better. For you and for Gerard when you don't punch him in the face."

Clown.

2009-10-13T00:58:06Z

Title: Clown.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Geard/Frank
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person
Summary: Frank doesn’t want to go to the circus.
Author Notes: Prompt 103 out of 105. Sorry that this didn’t get posted yesterday (my mum told me last minute that I could go to the dancegavindance concert at the Palladium and I didn’t have time to write). Hope that you guys like this.
Warnings: None.

"I don't want to go!" Frank pouted, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed across his chest. His lower lip was jutted out in a pout and his eyes were angry and fixated on the rug.

"Why? You love animals; the circus has lots of those. And popcorn and candy."

"Don't want to go," Frank repeated.

"Why?" Gerard asked, sitting next to Frank on the couch.

"No." Frank still wasn't looking at Gerard and refused to change his position.

"Why?" Gerard pried Frank's hand off of his chest took it in his own. "Just tell me, please?"

"I don't like clowns," Frank mumbled.

"Seriously?" Gerard asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. They just freak me out, I don't like them."

"Oh ok. We'll just go to the zoo or something. Sorry." He pecked Frank's cheek, as if Frank hadn't just confessed something very personal and hard to talk about to him, and got up to go into the kitchen. Frank looked at him confused, and then went back to pouting about not being paid enough attention to.

Brothers.

2009-10-10T21:08:37Z

Title: Brothers
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: None. Just little way boys.
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person, Gerard
Summary: Gerard is the king of the wild things. He is special.
Disclaimer: Super duper, uma mega fake. Like ‘oh-wow that’s fake’
Author Notes: Prompt 102 out of 105, written for stealenoughtime who wants a nice, happy Way brother fic and this is what I came up with. I had another thing written out, but it was on my SAT so I couldn’t really keep it, haha. This was inspired by the Where The Wild Things Are movie that is coming out. I want to see it so badly (it has to much fucking heart, I seriously cried watching the trailer). Hope that you guys like this :]
Warnings: None.

“Rawwwwrr!” Gerard yelled out as he jumped from Mikey’s bed to his own. His jumper’s hood flapped from the top of his head down to his back, bouncing up and down with him as he jumped. “I am the king of the wild things!” He pulled the hood back up, securing it on his head, the two ears sewn into the fabric sticking straight up, perfect wolf ears.

“You are not,” Mikey mumbled, sitting on his bed and holding his pillow securely in his hands. His pillow was in the shape of a monsters head; a smooth face with a lion’s mane, two horns sticking up from the top, a wide mouth pulled into a smile and two felt eyes that held all of the hopes and dreams of a little boy in them.

“Am too! See, I’m a monster!” Gerard curled his fingers into claws and let out a roar once again, this time pulling the most ferocious face he could manage. He jumped down from the bed and shook his head about, making little growling noises as he did so.

“You aren’t! Max is the king, you’re just Gerard. He was special. You’re just Gerard.” Mikey looked down at his pillow and frowned again, burrowing his chin into the soft hairs on the monster.

“I am the king and I am special! You don’t know anything. I am special!” Gerard put his hands on the jumper’s hips, almost looking serious except for the fact that he was in a felt jumpsuit with little claws for feet on the bottom and a pout in his lower lip.

“No,” Mikey argued. “Just Gerard.”

“Am too!” Gerard cried, his eyes getting that prickly feeling behind them as he tried to keep his face looking ferocious. “I am the king and always will be! You can’t come,” Gerard exclaimed as he ran from the room, a little, furry tail trailing after him. He bolted down the stairs, fists at his eyes to soak up his tears. He ran into the kitchen and attached himself to his mother’s legs, pressing him face against the warm corduroy of her pants.

“Gerard, what’s wrong?” she cooed as she knelt down next to him and took him in her arms. He smooshed his face against her shoulder, shaking his head furiously. “Now come on, baby, tell me what’s wrong?” She pulled him away from her shoulder to better see his face; his cheeks were tinted a bright pink and his eyes were weeping, clumping his little lashes together. His shoulders were slumped and he was hiccupping slightly, quick, jerky motions.

“Mikey, he, he said that I’m not, nuh-not the king of the-the wild things! But I-I-I am too! Aren’t I?” Gerard looked at his mother with those big, innocent eyes and gave him that look that all children are capable of giving, but should never give because it’s the look of their hopes crumbling about themselves.

“Oh, Gerard,” she said, pulling him back to her chest. “Oh course you are, Gee. He just doesn’t understand.”

“He-he said that I’m-that I’m not special,” Gerard sniffled.

“Hunny, yes you are! You are the most special little guy I know. You can rule the wild things all you want, don’t worry about what Mikey says. He wants to be king too, you know. But it’s your turn now, so go on.” She pulled back from him and smiled, earning a weak one from him in return. “I will eat you up, I love you so,” she told him, leaning forward to nip at his nose. He squealed and pushed back from his mother, giggling as he ran away.

“Let the wild rumpus begin!” he cried out as he ran up the stairs, the sounds of claws hitting hardwood floor audible and then disappearing as it turned to the sound of claws running through grass only to have the sound of roaring, whooping, and excited monsters covering it up.

Lipstick.

2009-10-10T01:20:06Z

Title: Lipstick.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Geard/Bob
Rating: PG13
POV: 3rd person
Summary: Frank decides that the gods are talking to him through a pine needle.
Author Notes: Prompt 101 out of 105. Woot! This is written for magic_electric because she’s been so nice and she wanted a fic about lipstick. Hope that you like it! :D Cut text is Screw The Man by The Jerkoffs (in nick and norah’s :D)
Warnings: Mild crossdressing.

"Bob, what is that on your collar?" Mikey asked as Bob sat down at the Way's kitchen table. Apparently, Bob had a large red stain on the top of his shirt collar. "Is that blood?" Mikey leaned forwards to look at Bob's shirt as Bob pulled it out and tried to look at it.

"Um, lipstick?" Bob guessed, letting the material fall back down, shrugging.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Mikey asked, looking appalled. "You necked with some chick? You're dating Gerard!"

"What about me?" Gerard asked, entering the kitchen, shaking the hair out of his face. Mikey's jaw dropped when he saw that Gerard's mouth was painted bright red, smudged a bit on the inner corners of his lips.

"Are you shitting me?" Mikey demanded, slamming his hands on the kitchen table. "Dude, that is so gross. You can't keep dressing like this! My mind is too young to be this scarred. Go take that shit off."

"I actually don't know how to take it off. Usually Bob and I make out for a while and it rubs off. Do you have some makeup remover I can borrow?" Gerard asked Mikey, raising an eyebrow.

"That is not okay!" Mikey got up from the table and stomped off from the room, thoroughly done with Gerard's shenanigans. Gerard just shrugged and proceeded to walk over to Bob, sit on his lap, and set off with trying to get all of that lipstick off.

Sign.

2009-10-10T00:52:35Z

Title: Sign.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Frank/Bob
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person
Summary: Frank decides that the gods are talking to him through a pine needle.
Author Notes: Prompt 100 out of 105. Little, light fluff and I hope that you guys like it :]
Warnings: None.

"It's a sign," Frank said solemnly, his hands folded in front of him.

"Of what?" Bob asked, standing next to Frank on the front step. Frank was looking intently on the step, specifically at a little pine needle that was on it.

"That we are supposed to get a hedgehog," Frank answered, his tone flat. He looked up at Bob and nodded, almost as if it was a fact instead of just one of Frank's ridiculous statements.

"Are you shitting me?" Bob snorted it. "Seeing a pine needle doesn't mean that god or whoever wants us to get a hedgehog."

"But it does! They both have needle-type-things and he does totally want us to have one. Or two. Potentially. One for you and one for me. I shall name mine Filipe."

"No, I am not naming a hedgehog anything."

"I can name him?" Frank asked hopefully.

"No, no, no. We are not getting hedgehogs." Bob pursed his lips and Frank knew that it would be hard for Frank to change Bob's mind.

"Please? I'll take care of them and you'll learn to love them and I'll go down on you later and it'll be really good so let me get one or two, please?" Frank said in one big breath.

"A blow job isn't gonna make me want to get one of them, Frank," Bob said, frowning.

"Two? Two and the new Mr. Beans dvd set," Frank bargained. Frank could see that Bob's lips were starting to relax more. "Please, Bob? I'll take really good care of them."

"Ok, fine. You can get them." Frank squealed and wrapped his arms around Bob's neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much! Now let's go to PetCo!" Frank ran towards the car, leaving Bob to trail behind, slightly pleased and slightly pissed.

Speak.

2009-10-10T00:22:06Z

Title: Speak.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG13
POV: 3rd person, Frank
Summary: Frank looks over to see the man in the cubicle across from him looking back.
Author Notes: Prompt 99 out of 105. This was written for stealenoughtime, because she’s lovely and I love to make her happy with fluff :D I have three prompt spaces left so if you guys want a specific prompt, let me know please.
Warnings: None.

Frank looked up from his work, his mind drifting so much that he was contemplating just putting it off until Monday and doing Sudoku for the last half hour of work. He looked out of his cubicle to see what his peers were doing and saw that they were doing the same thing he was - nothing at all except doodling on stickynotes. Well, all of his peers except for one who was not just doodling but was drawing a freakin masterpiece on the bright yellow paper, shading and all.

Frank let out a loud groan as he pushed his chair back from his desk and rubbed his eyes. He looked down at his fingers and was sad when he saw that they weren't coated in eyeliner like they used to be when he would do nothing but tour with his band everyday. He resolved to put on lots of it tonight when he went to see that show with that that band he didn't know the name of. "Long day?" he heard a voice say. He looked up to see a man with a slight afro leaning over the top of his cubicle wall.

"You have no idea how long. I'm so close to considering jumping ship and never looking back," Frank said with a snort.

"Good idea. Take me with you. I've started stacking my pencils like lincoln logs."

"That is a bad sign. We need to get out of here immediately before you move on to using paper clips to make chainmaille sweater-vest." Ray let out a laugh before waving at Frank goodbye and ducking back into his cubicle. Frank looked around his cubicle before he looked out his door (if you could call it that, ever) and saw that the man across from his cubicle was watching him with interested eyes. Frank smiled at him and waved a little bit. The other man tipped the corner of his mouth up back at Frank, a little shy grin. Frank noticed that he had these sparkling green eyes that he could see form all the way across the hall. He was dressed in all black from his tie to his shoes except for a single safety pin that took the place of a cufflink on his right sleeve.

Frank looked the other man in the eyes and felt a blush crawl into his cheeks when their eyes locked together. Frank wished that he had the balls to go over and talk to the man but, alas, he did not. "Hey, Frankie, it's five past, time to head out. You coming, man?" Ray asked, popping up over the wall again. Frank broke eye contact with the man for a moment and when he looked back over he saw that the man had scooted back in towards his desk and was busy looking at all of his papers, ruffling them about.

"Uh, you go on ahead. I need to pack up, log off, stupid shit." Frank waved at him to let him know that he could do on without him.

"Whatever. See you Monday." Ray grinned before walking off towards the elevator. Frank turned back towards his desk and indeed noticed that he had to tidy up his work area. It took him about ten minutes to organize himself and to log off before he was able to finally leave. He stood up and pulled his blazer back on before grabbing his messenger bag (because briefcases were so mature and lame). He was beyond excited to finally be leaving that stuffy, ridiculous place and to be heading home to his nice house with the delicious ramen.

He walked down the hallway and hit the button for the down elevator. The bell dinged and he stepped into the elevator, followed only a moment later by the man across the hall. The doors dinged again as they closed and the man dropped his bag on the floor and the next thing Frank knew, he was being pressed against the elevator wall and a pair of really nice lips were on his own. Frank dropped his bag too, choosing to instead hold onto the man's hips. The man seemed to enjoy that, as he threaded his fingers into Frank's hair, gently kneading his scalp. The two kissed passionately, taking no second for advantage and instead choosing to explore each other's mouth.

The elevator pinged as they reached the desired floor. The man gave Frank one last peck on the lips before smirking and walking out of the elevator. Frank couldn't help but smirk too as he picked up his bag and followed him out of the elevator, thinking about how speaking and proper introductions weren't necessary and people should skip straight to kisses like those all the time.

New update!

2009-10-09T10:09:11Z

Okay, so I know that I haven't updated the past two days and I am so sorry. I had the spanish thing all wednesday and then yesterday was parent/teacher night and blue gold key (stupid group that I'm in) has to help out with that all afternoon. I feel bad about ending this challenge thing on a blah note (100 fics in 101 days, haha), so I'm changing the rules on this. I am going to do 105 fics in 105 days. I need 5 more prompts for the table though, and I was hoping that you guys could maybe give me some? Please? Or a specific pairing that you guys want to see and I can find a prompt for that (except any pairing with fall out boy in it - I won't do it because they suck). I don't really know, haha. I hope that you guys aren't disappointed or whatever. But think of it this way: 5 more fics! Well, I actually have 7 left to write (with the next one involving office!Ferard :D).

I hope that this whole thing made sense to you guys. Its early and my brain is all over the place.

Money.

2009-10-07T01:42:37Z

Title: Money.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Mikey/Ray
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person, Ray
Summary: Ray wants to get Mikey a jacket for the cold season.
Author Notes: Prompt 98 out of 100. It’s funny, because I just realized that this is really similar to the one that I wrote yesterday. Whoops. Hope that you guys still like it anyway.
Warnings: None.

"Hey Ray, can you get me my black hoodie from my closet?" Mikey asked, yelling at Ray from the kitchen. Ray groaned, not wanting to get up from the closet, where he had fallen earlier because he was too tired to stand. He had had to work extra late for his boss last night doing the paper work that he hadn't wanted to do. Stupid seniority and bosses. "Please?" Mikey called.

"Getting it now," Ray hollered back. Ray pulled himself up from the bed and stumbled towards Mikey's closet. He opened up the door and as he reached over to grab Mikey's hoodie and noticed that he had pinned something to the door. A picture of a really nice jacket was nailed to the door with two twenties underneath it. Ray frowned as he looked down at Mikey's hoodie which was threadbare and had holes in the thumbs that weren't supposed to be there.

"Rayyyyyyy, I want to go to the park today," Mikey drawled out as he entered the bedroom. Ray tried to smile as he looked at Mikey's thin t-shirt and the pants with the holes in the knees.

"You ready to go?" Ray asked as he handed Mikey the thin sweater.

"Absolutely. I'm aching for a nice pumpkin coffee." Mikey smiled at Ray after slipping the sweater on and reached out, grabbing Ray's hands in his own and tugging him out of the room.

Ray couldn't help thinking about the jacket for the rest of the week and how Mikey old had forty dollars set aside out of the two-hundred that was necessary. He knew that it would take Mikey months to set aside that much money, and by then it would be past winter and possibly into spring. He knew that Mikey hated him buying him gifts, even for birthdays and other holidays, but that he would really need that jacket badly. Winter in Jersey could get really cold.

So he weighed his options and decided that he should stop by the store that Mikey had wanted the jacket from (apparently Urban Outfitters was a store that Mikey liked) on the way home from work. One of the workers at the store seemed to have noticed how lost he was and offered to help him out. Ironically, the assistant picked out the exact jacket that Mikey had pinned to the wall for him. He decided to get a medium so that Mikey could layer his sweaters and stuff.

On the way home, Ray began to get those anxious, moshing butterflies in his stomach. He knew that Mikey would like the jacket and the thought, but that he'd try to give the gift back to Ray, especially since he already knew the price for the thing. He decided as he walked up the stairs to Mikey's apartment that he was going to make Mikey have the coat, whether or not he wanted it or not. Because Mikey was his boyfriend and Ray should get to pamper him occasionally, especially when it was a necessity.

"Mikey," Ray called out as he opened the apartment door with the key that Mikey had given him a few months back.

"Ray! Hey I just got home and - why do you have a shopping bag? I didn't know you actually went into stores, I thought that your mum did that for you," Mikey said with a laugh. He knew how much Ray hated shopping from last years christmas endeavor. It was not good times.

"Um, here," Ray said, unsure of how else to proceed. He thrust the bag into Mikey's hands and tried to avoid the confused look in Mikey's eyes.

"What? Ray, you don't have to - "

"Just open it. Please?" Ray asked, his voice tired.

"I'll look but that doesn't mean I'm keeping . . . " Mikey trailed off as he pulled the jacket from the bag. "How did you know?"

"The picture was pinned to your closet door and I thought that you'd like it. The guy at the store helped me find it."

"Oh Ray, you really shouldn't have," Mikey said, fingering the soft material. Ray could tell that he really liked the jacket and that he truly wanted to keep it, but Ray also knew that Mikey would try to give it back.

"I just want you to have a nice jacket, that's all. And now you can spend that forty dollars on a pumpkin spice coffee. Or a lot of coffees."

Mikey walked over to Ray and instead of giving him the jacket back, he just put it on the floor and wrapped his arms around Ray's neck, puling him in for a close hug. Thank you very much, Ray."

"Any time, Mikey." Ray kissed his temple, pleased that Mikey was finally letting him in.

Poor.

2009-10-06T00:36:57Z

Title: Poor.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Frank/Bob
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person, Bob
Summary: Bob gets Frank a late birthday present, even though they both decided that birthday presents were too expensive.
Author Notes: Prompt 97 out of 100. Oh wow. This shiznit is over on Thursday. Emo face D: But I <3 you guys for reading and being lovely :D
Warnings: None.

Bob entered the apartment, the cool air hitting his face and tinging his cheeks a light pink. He shivered a bit and didn't bother taking off his coat or mittens, because that would just be ridiculous. He dropped his patched messenger bag on the floor by the two chairs and table and headed towards the section of the apartment that was the bedroom. He was surprised to see that Frank wasn't on the bed as he usually was and that the blankets were in a giant pile in the middle of the bed. And then he saw a hand reach out from under the blankets, clad in a striped sock.

"Under here," Bob heard a muffled voice say, apparently coming from the jumbled pile.

"What are you doing, Frank?" Bob asked, toeing his shoes off before picking up the pile of blankets and sneaking under, ignoring Frank's squeaky objections.

"Keeping toasty, now come here." Frank curled into Bob's side, becoming about a third of his size. He pressed his face into Bob's neck, pecking the skin lightly.

"Little cold?" Bob asked, letting his hand rest on the curve of Frank's back, his cool hands slipping under Frank's shirt.

"Wee bit."

"Then I guess that you don't want to get out and see what I got you for your birthday. Well, your birthday that was three weeks ago," Bob said, smiling into Frank's temple.

"You got me something?! But I thought that we agreed that we wouldn't get birthday presents; they're too expensive." Frank's voice held a little bit of anger and a lot of excitement in it, as if he was trying to be angry but couldn't.

"I know, but it's nothing big and I saw it and thought that you'd like it. Go get it?" Bob suggested. Frank immediately bolted from the bed, letting all of the cold air in, sending a shiver down Bob's spine. Bob heard Frank turn the corner and the banging of something hard before Frank came back into sight, his cheeks rosy but not from the cold.

"You wrapped it?" Frank squealed, a smile stretching from one cheek to the other.

"Yep," Bob grinned. The guy had offered to wrap it for free for Bob because he was some nice old man. Bob probably reminded of his kid or something.

"Can I open it now?"

"Go for it!" The second the words fell from his lips, Frank began to rip open the birthday paper. Upon seeing what Bob had gotten him, Frank flailed for a moment before jumping on Bob, hugging him tightly.

"You got me a walkman!" Bob grinned at the fact that Frank was so thrilled with the little present. It wasn't brand new and it had a few scratches on the front.

"You like it?" Bob asked.

"Love, love, love it. Thank you so much. This is why I love you; you never listen to me about the best things," Frank said, straddling Bob and kissing him on the lips quickly. Bob put his hand on Frank's neck, pulling him back down again for a longer, more deserving kiss. Frank smirked into the kiss, letting it last longer than the previous one. "I love you for that too," Frank said, leaning in for another kiss.

"Good to know that I'm wanted for some very important things."

Name.

2009-10-05T01:36:42Z

Title: Name.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person, Frank.
Summary: Frank is put into a horrible mood when his boss calls him Francis (and Fred and Freud), but his day brightens up after nearly plowing down a very pretty man.
Author Notes: Prompt 96 out of 100. Not much to say about it other than thanks for reading and I <3 you all :D
Warnings: None.

Frank walked into his boss' office and dropped off a stack of organized papers on his desk. "Thanks, Francis," his boss said, not looking up from his laptop. Frank glared at him before leaving, annoyed that he had been working there two weeks and his boss still didn't care to learn his name. It's probably because he was about a hundred and two.

Frank sad down in his desk, still scowling. "What'd he call you this time?" his coworker, Mikey asked.

"Francis," Frank muttered, logging on to his computer.

"At least he's getting closer. It's better than Finn. Lets be optimistic."

"He's not fucking up your name, I don't have to be optimistic about anything." Frank laid his head down on his keyboard, already wanting to go home even though it was only nine-thirty in the morning.

"Someone's touchy this morning," Mikey said, the bad mood spreading from Frank to him.

The two spent the rest of the afternoon in silence, both getting more done than they had in months because they were usually so chatty. Frank had spent the day looking constantly at the clock and avoiding going into his boss' office (and the two times he did, he was called Fred and Freud). The day was lonely and he couldn't have been more relieved if he tried when five-thirty rolled about and he could finally leave. He nearly bolted down the stairs and out of the building and stopped only when he bumped into a man, almost knocking him down.

"Oh man, I am so sorry! Are you okay?" Frank asked as he picked up the man's bag and handed it back to him. He looked at the man as he handed the object back and was nearly blown away. He had shoulder length black hair that looked as if he had been running his hands through it all day out of frustration and his eyes were this hazel color that just went right through Frank. He had these thin lips that were oh-so tempting to Frank and a jaw that was meant to be kissed.

"Yeah yeah, I'm good. You?" His thin lips pulled into a curved smile that could have been interpreted as seductive if he hadn't just almost been plowed down by Frank.

"Um, yeah. I'm fine."

"Good. Well, um, see you around," the man said as he walked off in the opposite direction, waving at Frank.

"Er, yeah, see you around."

Frank walked out of the building and felt as if all of the bad feelings he had had only ten minutes ago were vanished. He felt as if her were walking on air and it was pretty freakin sweet. As he walked to his bus stop, he resolved to bump into attractive men more often, especially the one he had just bumped in to.

:D

2009-10-04T18:58:08Z

I love waking up after a lovely dream. Like last night; I had a dream where I switched back to my old school (even though all of my new friends were there) and Frank Iero went there too. He was my age and I think the rest of mcr went there too but apparently I was only really friends with Frank. So, after the last period I was excited to go and find Frank (because it was my first day and I hadn't seen him yet) but I couldn't find him. I asked this kid, Zak, at my old school if he had seen him and he said no but to maybe go outside and wait. So I went outside and I had to look for a bit but I finally caught sight of Frank and it was so exciting (even though it was a dream, haha). We hugged and he looked like the really old Frank except he was wearing bell bottoms (there's always some cracktastic element in my dream). I also think that I was Danny from my story over at quizilla (here's the link to the First chapter just in case anyone's interested), which was pretty intense. I had nice, long blonde hair which was awesome :D

So yeah, I had a pretty good dream last night. I like it when band members are in my dreams. Like, one time last year I had a dream that Bert McCracken and Quinn Allman were at my playground and stuff. Love it! Have you guys ever had any dreams involving band members?

Stage.

2009-10-04T03:16:10Z

Title: Stage.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: Ehhhh, R
POV: 3rd person, Frank
Summary: During the middle of a show Frank feels a stranger press up against him, a little too close to be an accident.
Author Notes: Prompt 94 out of 100. So, a_secret_parade motivated me to write some sexytime before this challenge thing ended, so here it is! Hope that you guys like it (even if I think that I can't write sexy shit for anything)!
Warnings: Handjob.

Frank stood at of the front of the pit, pressed right up against the barrier, his ribs crushed into the hard metal from the people pressed tightly up against him. He thrashed about, the violent guitar sounds pouring form the speakers flowing right through him. He couldn't help but move his head back and forth in time with the thumping drums and scream along with the singer.

He wasn't surprised when he felt someone press right up against him, closer than usual, just figuring that someone has pushed him because of the mosh pit. He just pushed back against the barrier a bit to clear some space. What he was surprised with was the feeling of something rather hard pressed right into the crease of his ass. His mouth dropped in shock, because this was certainly a first. He turned his head around but caught sigh of only black hair and a pale cheek before having his attention drawn by a hand inching across his hip down to his crotch.

The hand kept on crawling on down until it reached his fly, which is proceeded to draw down. Frank was in complete shock that someone would be doing this - especially at a concert. He felt a moist mouth kiss his neck lightly and couldn't help but arch it so that the person could have more access to his neck. The hand that wasn't inching its way into his underwear was massaging his hip bone, having gone under his thin t-shirt. Frank couldn't believe that he was actually leaning into this man, pressing his backside against the other's crotch.

The man moved his hand fully under Frank's boxers and cupped him before slowly pulling Frank out of his boxers and pants so that he was fully able to stroke him freely. Frank mewled as he lay his head backwards into the man's chest. He was applying just the right amount of pressure in his strokes and was taking his time moving his hand up and down. Frank took one hand off of the barrier and placed it on the hand that was holding his hip, almost as if he was bracing himself against the waves of pleasure. The man began to slowly increase his strokes, moving perfectly in time with the bass that was coming out of the speakers. Frank let out a small moan that was completely covered by the music, which Frank was thankful for. The lower muscles of his stomach were beginning to clench as the man began to twist as he reached the tip of Frank's cock before going back up, squeezing gently.

The man began to place light kisses on Frank's neck as he increased his pace even more, feeling how fast Frank was breathing, panting almost. Frank's grip tightened on the man's hand as he felt a warmth spread to his lower regions. His breath hitched as the man squeezed Frank's tip again and then pulled his hand up. As his hand came down for a second time, corkscrewing, Frank felt his release come; his stomach clenched, his breathing almost stopped as waves of pleasure came over him, bringing stars behind his tightly shut eyes. He shivered as he came down from the orgasm, flashes of pleasure still shooting through him occasionally.

His breathing went back to normal after a moment and he released the man's hand. The man tucked Frank back into his pants, zipping him up afterwards and backing up from Frank. By the time Frank finally regained his composure enough to turn around to look at the man, it was too late; all Frank could catch was a man with long, black hair working his way through the crowd towards the exit. He turned around to face the stage and realized that it was almost done as the singer announced this would be their last song. He was a bit disappointed that he had missed most of the concert, but couldn't help but smirk as he realized that he had received a really great hand job in exchange.

Independence.

2009-10-04T03:14:10Z

Title: Independence.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Gerard/Bob
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person, Gerard
Summary: Gerard doesn’t want to date someone who is super clingy, but that doesn’t make him an asshole.
Author Notes: Prompt 94 out of 100. So, I had a completely different idea for this prompt that I’ve wanted to do since June, but I just didn’t have the motivation to write it today. I had a chunk of it handwritten but I left it at school. Will probably write it before this ends though. Anywho, hope that you guys like this.
Warnings: None.

Gerard wasn't the type of man who lacked independence. He didn't want to have to rely on someone for happiness or financial security. He didn't want to have someone to call every night or spend every day off with. He just wanted to have someone to hold hands with or kiss every now and then. Maybe it was because he was emotionally unattached or many it was because he just didn't want to be one of those people who were defined by their relationship status.

Gerard's strong independence is probably why he had a hard time keeping a relationship beyond a month or two. All of the guys he dated seemed to have real problems with the fact that Gerard didn't want to spend every waking moment with them or talking on the phone with him. He also didn't understand why he only attracted these obnoxious, clingy little fuckers. It was probably because he was an artist and they all assumed that artist types were really into relationships, romance, and all of that other lovey-dovey bullshit.

It wasn't until Bob came along that Gerard realized he wasn't the only guy out there who didn't want to be duct-taped to his partner. Bob was a real chill guy who wasn't into all that touchy-feely shit. He and Gerard would hang out a few times a week, nothing too excessive, and they were both really happy with that. Bob was down with holding Gerard's hand whenever he went through one of those strange moods, and Gerard would make Bob muffins occasionally to make him happy.

They had a good relationship, the two of them, because they both understood the meaning of space and of independence. Sometimes opposites do attract (Gerard dated this hyper, clingly little kid named Frank one time and things didn't work out so well), and sometimes people need to find others just like themselves to be happy and content with life.

River.

2009-10-04T00:15:08Z

Title: River.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person, Frank
Summary: Gerard and Frank visit a lake and talk about adopting a fish.
Author Notes: Prompt 93 out of 100. This one kind of wrote itself which was pretty awesome. Hope that you guys like it :D
Warnings: None.

Frank rolled up his skinny jeans as far as they could go (about two inches) and dipped his feet into the cool river water, not caring that it was October probably not the best time to do so. Gerard looked at him skeptically before mirroring the man's actions and sitting next to him on the rock and dipping his feet in.

"I wish there were fish in this river," Frank commented suddenly, wiggling his toes around as if hoping if he moved around enough then a fish would come swimming from his home.

"That'd be pretty cool. But it'd probably be too cold for them," Gerard noted. Frank nodded, knowing that Gerard was probably right.

"We should get a fish tank. I mean, I know that it wouldn't be the same but I'd still like one. You could name one, if you want." Gerard smiled, kicking feet a little. Frank didn't offer to share things often, so Gerard knew that it was a really sweet gesture from Frank.

"Thanks. I'll make sure to give him a cool name."

"Good. We want to make him feel special and wanted. Because he's important."

"Are we buying a fish or adopting a child?" Gerard said, letting out a chuckle. Frank shoved Gerard's shoulder with his own.

"We're adopting a fish into our happy family."

"That's nuts. It's a fish."

"It'll be our baby fish. I'm not responsible enough for a person, so a fish will be good."

"A happy medium is a fish?" Gerard raised his eyebrows and Frank nodded. "That's ridiculous."

"Yeah, well we're ridiculous so it fits." Frank rested his head on Gerard's shoulder and kicked his feet about in the water, completely content with where he was in life; with Gerard by a lake and about to adopt a little fish.

Vacation.

2009-10-03T23:45:01Z

Title: Vacation.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person
Summary: Gerard and Frank want a vacation.
Author Notes: Prompt 92 out of 100. Kinda short, so I’m sorry about that. I just couldn’t find inspiration for this prompt. Hope that you guys enjoy though :]
Warnings: None.

"Dude, I need a vacation," Frank says as he collapses on the couch that is in their room backstage.

"Mmmm," Gerard agreed, plopping down right next to Frank and letting Frank rest his head on his shoulder. "Where do you want to go?"

"Someplace hot. I want to go to Brazil."

"Yeah?" Gerard asked, letting out a yawn which showed how uninterested in the conversation he was.

"Yeah. You coming with?"

"Sure."

"You guys are so freakin lazy. It's the first show of the season and already you want a break. Come on," Bob commented as he entered the room. Frank mustered up the energy to throw a pillow at his head and that was about it.

Birthday.

2009-10-03T01:42:18Z

Title: Birthday.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Bob/Frank
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person, Bob
Summary: Frank is way too excited about his birthday and Halloween.
Author Notes: Prompt 91 out of 100. I know that this is overdue, but I should be all caught up by tomorrow :D And thanks for being patient with me guys, I appreciate you all and love you all very much :]
Warnings: None.

"Birthday time, birthday time, birthday time!" Frank cheered, jumping up and down with excitement. He was in a Frank-n-stein costume so the sight was quite humorous.

"Can you wait a minute, please? We just got home," Bob said, rolling his eyes and walking into the kitchen. Frank followed him, still bouncing.

"Uh uh! This is exciting, because it's my birthday, and I haven't gotten to celebrate all day!" Frank sat in one of the stools by the counter and swung his legs about.

"Yeah, because you wanted to celebrate Halloween," Bob pointed out as he took Frank's cake out of the fridge. It was a regular birthday cake except for one of the frosting balloons which had a skull on it. He set it on a counter opposite from Frank so that Frank wouldn't get too excited by the sight of it.

"It's a big dilemma, you know, having the best two days mixed together into one. It's not fair, at all." Frank was craning his neck forward to catch a glimpse of the cake that he wasn't allowed to see because it was still in its box.

"Oh I know, it must be such a hard situation."

"You're mocking me," Frank said and narrowed his eyes at Bob.

"Just a little," Bob responded as he sat at one of the chairs at the kitchen table, tired from having done all of that walking (Frank had wanted to trick-or-treat at every house in the neighborhood). Frank immediately jumped down from his stool and sat down in Bob's lap.

"But it's my birthday, you have to be nice to me." Frank pouted at Bob until Bob pecked him on the lips to get him to stop.

"Ok, I'll be nicer. But you have to be more calm." Frank thought about this deal for a moment, and Bob could really see his wheels turning, before he shook his head 'no' and bounded off of Bob's lap and into the living room. Bob raised an eyebrow at Frank's ridiculous antics before getting up to set the plates and put the candles into the cake. Even though Frank could be beyond ridiculous sometimes, Bob still wanted him to have an awesome birthday because he loved the little bugger.

Hola guys

2009-09-30T10:01:51Z

So, I know that I didn't update last night and I probably won't update tonight either. I have two major projects in english due on thursday and on friday, so at the moment, school work > fanfiction. I'm so sorry :[ Everything will be up to schedule on friday and this Saturday (which means I'll probably dump 3 or 4 fics on you guys then).

Hope that you guys aren't as swamped with work/school work as I am,
Annie

PS: stealenoughtime, I have read all of your comments and they/you are so lovely, thanks very much. I'm sorry I haven't replied to them yet but I will, scout's honor :D

House.

2009-09-29T09:20:27Z

Title: House.
Author: andimparalyzed
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person
Summary: Gerard can’t help but forget.
Author Notes: Prompt 90 out of 100. Woo! I’m excited, you guys. Also, I’m sorry if this hits home for anyone. I don’t know too much about this disease but I know that it affects a lot of people and must be truly horrible to witness and experience.
Warnings: Ehhh, touchy subjects (Alzheimer’s)

Gerard climbed into the shower and turned it on. He picked up the shampoo bottle and poured a little into his hand before putting the bottle back on the shelf and massaging the soap into his thinning hair. He rinsed it out with his eyes squinted closed - a habit he had developed as a young child whenever water would come near and had had for over forty years. After rinsing he poured body soap over a washcloth and washed his slowly wrinkling body with it, making gentle, circular motions over the sagging flesh.

He always felt calmer after a shower and allowed himself to stand in the water for a bit after washing himself clean. Just as he was about to turn the water off, he thought to himself that he couldn't remember whether or not he had remembered to wash himself. He had done it before, getting in the shower, standing under the water for half an hour without ever using soap to get himself clean. He shrugged his shoulders and reached for the shampoo bottle again. After that had lathered up the wet washcloth and soaped himself up again.

After he had finished rinsing the soap from his flesh he allowed himself to stand under the water - rinsing the day free from his mind and body. He turned off the shower and once again couldn't remember if he had washed himself or not. He scowled and turned the shower back on, reaching for the shampoo to wash his hair with. By the time he was washing his body the water was growing cold and he was starting to shiver. When he turned off the shower for the third time he heard a knock on the door.

"Hang on a minute," Gerard called as he wrapped a towel around his waist. "All set," he said once the towel was secured. His husband, Frank, poked his head around the door after opening it a bit, making sure that it really was safe to come in.

"I thought that you had drowned in there, Gee. And why'd you keep turning the water on and off? You're gonna suck all the hot water out of this house. We only have so much, you know," Frank joked. His hair was tinted with random flashes of Gray and he had crows' feet adoring the sides of his eyes.

"I only turned the water on once, what are you talking about?" Gerard asked, confusion etched across his face. He leaned against the tub and folded his arms across his chest.

"No, you turned it on three times," Frank said, giving Gerard a baffled look.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Gerard, what's going on?" Frank walked up to Gerard and put his arms loosely around Gerard's neck.

"I don't understand why you think that I turned the shower on and off. I just washed up once and turned it off."

"Gee, you were in here for forty-five minutes, at least."

"Was I really?" Gerard asked, looking up at Frank with worried eyes.

"Yeah. What's gotten in to you? You also put tinfoil in the refrigerator and the remote in the microwave."

"I did not." Frank looked Gerard in the eyes and Gerard understood that he truly did. "I didn't mean too. I probably just was thinking about something else or forgot." Frank sent Gerard a worried look and kissed Gerard's temple.

"I know, Gee. It was just an accident." What he wanted to say was, 'Where's my Gerard? He wouldn't do things like this. He always remembers everything.

'What if he forgets me?'