[ 11 reasons...: Engaged? ]
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[music| Jack the Ripper ~ The Horrors]
Pairing: Gerard Way/ Frank Iero [My Chemical Romance]
(with mentioned Gerard/Female, Frank/Jamia, Mikey/Alicia and past!Mikey/Ray)
For the: “11 Reasons why Frank and Gerard always are left alone.”
Table : Acts & Behaviours. Prompt: 60. fall
Rated: PG-13 for cursing and alcohol abuse.
Word Count: 2.200.-
Beta: The wonderful, supportive and amazing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Summary: Frank made a promise to Gerard while the singer was drunk; the thing is that Gerard remembers it and wants to talk about it.
Warning: Marriage. No really, it’s dangerous.
Disclaimer: Honestly I don’t own MCRwe’re not saying that they don’t own me. Actually I just own a small teddy bear called Mikey that says ‘I love you’ and a little guy dressed like the black parade that it’s called Ray.
Dedication Forlauchis, because I miss her. For holycloud ‘cause she’s not gonna be around. And I tried to blame sincerely_sam but I couldn’t in this one, therefore it’s also for her. Also this one goes for whatsername_d, because she makes me smile :)
.engaged?.
Gerard's fault for saying that the only thing that he was going to say about the ring was that thing he said ;]
“Frank,” Gerard says, and the air he lets slip trough his lips is so full of alcohol that the guitarist thinks that he could get drunk just from smelling it for awhile. “Frank,” Gerard asks again.
“Yeah?”
“Marry me, Frank.” It seems that Gerard loves to say his name.
Frank really wants to laugh; he wants to crack up and end up on the floor, legs open like a child giving small kicks, and laugh it all off: Gerard’s drunk night –week, month, fucking year-, Gerard’s make up, made a complete mess, Toro’s face –he knows that Ray just heard the same thing that he did- and mostly, Gerard’s last words.
“Gerard, we’re both men; we can’t get married.” He says, trying to stay on the safe side, not talking about feelings and interpretation, or even the fact that they’re both technically Catholic boys, and that is definitely not the idea that they should have of marriage.
“Sure we can, in some states.” Gerard says, pouting; he looks terribly sad with his bottom lip sticking out, and Frank wants to hug him, but really.
“Or in Canada,” the singer says out of nowhere, the pout leaving his face. “Let’s go to Canada!” He’s abruptly very excited about such an idea.
“Gerard,” Frank tries again, thinking that the whole Canada idea would make the marriage one go away, “we can’t travel to Canada.”
“That means you don’t want to marry me?” The pout is back, now accompanied by Gerard sitting closer to Frank, moving his head to the younger man’s shoulder, as if he wants to cuddle.
Ray got up after that, giving Frank a lopsided smile, and the area outside the bus is caught in a fake silence. There are noises coming from the other buses and the areas near them, but around their bus, there’s no movement at all.
“Frankie?”
Frank’s heart breaks a little bit. Gerard’s countenance is pathetic, and with the desperation that can be seen in his eyes, Frank can’t be sure if it’s for real feelings that he isn’t responding to or because Gerard is just too drunk to show true emotion in his eyes.
“Tell you what,” Frank starts, and Gerard’s eyes sparkle a little bit. Frank decides to blame that entirely on the fact that The Used bus meters away from them turned on its night lights on. He sighs and gets ready to start again, because he knows he had lost his point and maybe Gerard’s attention.
“What?” Gerard asks, his smile so childish and innocent that Frank might believe anything the singer says right now.
Really, that pale face shining in the mix of moonlight and pre-fabricated bus light, the darkness of his eyes with only a bit of glow –that sparkle of moments ago is still there- and his lips rosy and with that grin-ish attitude that makes Frank want to kiss him so badly. After all that, if Gerard says he wants to marry Frank, Frank would believe him.
“Right now the band is just starting, and we still have a lot of things to do and a lot to worry about.” Like you, Frank wants to add, but he thinks better of it and goes on with his original speech. “In three years starting from today, I’ll marry you.”
“You promise?” Gerard asks, the smile still on his face as he loses his grip on Frank and stands up.
“I promise.” Frank nods, trying to smile and not make much noise while his heart is being broken into little pieces.
“Yay!” Gerard says in honest joy and presses his mouth to Frank’s for –according to Frank’s count- eight seconds.
He goes away, walking funny and doing small jumps. Frank hopes that Gerard doesn’t tell to that anyone; Gerard is drunk, yes… but there are things that Frank prefers to keep between them.
*
Gerard doesn’t remember much from his drunken nights. He assumes that it’s okay like that; after all, when he decided to get clean and sober, he was starting a new life, and the past stayed there, back and away from him.
Away from hurting him and making him worry, mostly. There are some shows, like the Warped ones, that he can’t even watch. Those make him feel ashamed of himself; it was hard enough to put it into the DVD, but he knew he had to because he had to tell the truth to the fans, show them how fucked up he was –he is. But still, those days editing the DVD, and even before, when they were just deciding what to do, he used to sleep badly and have nightmares of what he had done and sadness he had caused and people he had hurt and… all the bad things. Some of them he wasn’t even sure were true or if it was his mind showing him how bad it could have been and stopping any desire to drink a beer (like those he had at some parties, or on New Years, or when it’s someone’s birthday and they have to make a toast).
Gerard sighs into his coffee cup and reclines his head against the cupboard of the bus’ kitchenette. It’s a small sound that the action makes, but Gerard curses because he thought the fucking cupboard was fucking closer and “Fuck, it hurt”.
“Well, of course,” Ray says with a smile; he’s in the door and walking further in. “You slammed your head against wood, and no matter how hard you think your head is, it’s not made of steel.”
Gerard rolls his eyes and flips him the finger with the hand that’s not holding his coffee.
“What’s on your mind, anyway,” the guitarist asks, grabbing a small bottle of water from the fridge, “you seemed miles away.”
Gerard looks up at him. “You think that someone has to keep their drunken promises?”
Ray gives him a weird look and says, “Well, Gerard I wasn’t expecting you to want to do that blow job you offered—”
“Shit, I said that?!” Gerard interrupts, and Ray has difficultly drinking down a sip of water because he’s laughing.
“No, but your face was priceless.”
“Fuck you.” Gerard rolls his eyes, but there’s a soft smile on his face.
“Well, you just offered me your brother if I gave you my last beer, actually your brother’s ass.”
“You’re joking.”
“Nope, it was pretty hilarious; I have witnesses, if you want.”
“I prefer not, thank you.” He denied. “And just over a beer?”
“Two actually; it was a good beer, if it helps.” He smiles, “Anyway, drunken promises are that, Gerard, stupid things you laugh at years later.”
“And what if the other person wasn’t drunk?”
Ray lifts his eyebrows in question while he drinks more water, inviting Gerard to elaborate.
“I was drunk, the person who made the promise wasn’t.” He stops, then adds, “I think.”
“Why would someone make a promise to a drunk?”
“Because the drunk is an insistent fuck?”
“Right, I forget we’re talking about you,” the guitarist smiles and totally ignores the ‘hey!’ that Gerard emits. “Well, I’m sure it wasn’t big deal, Gerard, just talk to this person and ask them.”
“I guess you’re right.”
Ray nods, “If you wanna talk more about it, anyway,” he points at himself.
“I know.” Gerard says, and before Ray leaves the kitchen he asks, “You accepted my exchange?”
Ray thinks a moment before remembering what Gerard is talking about. Without turning, he answers, “I’m not going to spoil our friendship by answering that, Gee.”
Gerard decides that he’ll kill Ray later; he has something else to do now.
*
Gerard plays with the ring, making it turn and roll over the small night table in the hotel room that he and Mikey are sharing. When the door opens, it surprises him, and he stops paying attention to the ring, which rolls onto the floor on way to the door, stopping far away from it, but still calling the attention of the person who was entering.
“Is that a wedding ring?” Frank asks.
“We’re not in a wedding, so technically, no, it isn’t.” Gerard sighs and walks to where the ring stopped, picking it up. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“The guys are going to dinner in the hotel’s restaurant, wanna come?” Frank asks, moving back and forth with the door, which he has his back on.
“I… I’m not sure; I’m not very hungry.” He eyes Frank for a second, then turns his head to look at the ring and asks, “How did you get in?”
“Mikey gave me the card,” he says, finally leaning against the door enough that it closes. “Are you going to propose her?”
Gerard thinks about the simplicity of answering ‘yes’. About how maybe he can tell Frank that he’s considering it, because somehow he is; after all, he bought the ring. But when he bought it, he wasn’t thinking of her.
“No.” his mouth says, and he can’t stop it; he’s a terrible liar sometimes, mostly since he quit the booze.
“Then you bought an engagement ring just for fun?”
“So you do know what it’s called!” Gerard smiles at him, gently moving the topic where he feels more comfortable or, better said, safer.
“Gerard, why did you buy the ring?” Frank asks slowly, “I mean, if she sees it, or Alicia or Jamia… well, the girls suck at keeping secrets, and you know… that’s not a typical ring to have around.”
“Marry me, Frank.” He repeats, the same words that he remembers saying, only this time, his mouth tastes like the coffee that he never finished and not like a mix of what now is poison for him.
“What?!” Frank nearly screams, involuntarily moving away from the door, walking closer to the end of the bed where Gerard is sitting.
“I can’t believe I just asked that,” Gerard laughs softly, more to himself, and then he looks up at Frank, “Well, you promised.”
“Gerard, are you okay?” the younger man asks in honest disbelief.
“Three years ago, I was a bit drunk,” Gerard looks up at Frank when he snorts, “well, a bit compared to other times.” He says, and then looks at the floor and the ring in his hand again. “And I was asking you to marry me; I’m not sure why, but I was. And you accepted my proposal; in fact you said you would accept it three years after that day.”
“And you just remembered it now?”
“No, it’s one of the things I’ve always remembered, but now I just brought it up.”
Frank is quite calm when he speaks again, and Gerard is not sure if that should worry him or not, “We can’t get married.”
“So you lied to a poor, drunk man?” Gerard’s tone is actually amused, but Frank’s eyes on his look guilty for a brief second. “Frank, I’m kidding. You don’t--”
“No, Gerard, listen,” Frank interrupts and breathes in-and-out a few times before resuming speaking, “We can’t get married; I mean, you’ve got your girl, I have mine, and it’s… it doesn’t work like that.”
“Frank don’t—” he wants to say ‘don’t take it that seriously man, I was joking’, but Frank takes the ring out of his hands, interrupting his intended words.
“But we can be engaged,” he says, taking Gerard’s left hand in his and looking for the finger where the ring belongs.
“What?” It’s Gerard’s turn to use that word.
“Well, I know you bought this ring, but I already have a ring, and you don’t… and normally the girl has to wear the ring, so we’re not going to fight over who’s the girl because we’re both grown men and,” he stops as if he’s choosing his words carefully, “You lasted three years; would you hang for another three, or six, or nine…? We’ll marry one day, and meanwhile, you’ll have one engagement ring, and I’ll have another. People don’t need to know what these are, or what they really mean, or that we are really engaged. Am I making any sense?” He asks, sliding the ring onto Gerard’s finger.
“No,” Gerard says with a grin, “but you’d better marry me in less than twenty years, motherfucker.”
Frank smiles at that and presses his lips to Gerard’s (he counts again, leaving them there for several seconds). “Dinner?” he says, pulling away and offering Gerard a hand.
“Yeah,” the singer nods, licking his lips to savour the taste that Frank left on them as he takes his hand.
“Hey Frank,” he asks with a smile as they walk.
“Tell me.”
“Are you gonna get my name inked?”
“Don’t push it.” Frank says, but Gerard gives him a childish pout when he closes the door after saying that. “Maybe on my ass,” he jokes.
“So I can see it when I fuck you?”
“Who says I’m gonna be the bottom?”
“Please,” Gerard says, “It’s all over the internet.”
“You’re not reading slash again,” Frank says with a grin. “And Gerard?”
“Mmhm?”
They walk into the elevator before Frank answers with a smile, “Who says that I don’t have your name inked already?”
~*~
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bouncy][music| Jack the Ripper ~ The Horrors]
Pairing: Gerard Way/ Frank Iero [My Chemical Romance]
(with mentioned Gerard/Female, Frank/Jamia, Mikey/Alicia and past!Mikey/Ray)
For the: “11 Reasons why Frank and Gerard always are left alone.”
Table : Acts & Behaviours. Prompt: 60. fall
Rated: PG-13 for cursing and alcohol abuse.
Word Count: 2.200.-
Beta: The wonderful, supportive and amazing
vamplover82.Summary: Frank made a promise to Gerard while the singer was drunk; the thing is that Gerard remembers it and wants to talk about it.
Warning: Marriage. No really, it’s dangerous.
Disclaimer: Honestly I don’t own MCR
Dedication For
lauchis, because I miss her. For holycloud ‘cause she’s not gonna be around. And I tried to blame sincerely_sam but I couldn’t in this one, therefore it’s also for her. Also this one goes for whatsername_d, because she makes me smile :).engaged?.
Gerard's fault for saying that the only thing that he was going to say about the ring was that thing he said ;]
“Frank,” Gerard says, and the air he lets slip trough his lips is so full of alcohol that the guitarist thinks that he could get drunk just from smelling it for awhile. “Frank,” Gerard asks again.
“Yeah?”
“Marry me, Frank.” It seems that Gerard loves to say his name.
Frank really wants to laugh; he wants to crack up and end up on the floor, legs open like a child giving small kicks, and laugh it all off: Gerard’s drunk night –week, month, fucking year-, Gerard’s make up, made a complete mess, Toro’s face –he knows that Ray just heard the same thing that he did- and mostly, Gerard’s last words.
“Gerard, we’re both men; we can’t get married.” He says, trying to stay on the safe side, not talking about feelings and interpretation, or even the fact that they’re both technically Catholic boys, and that is definitely not the idea that they should have of marriage.
“Sure we can, in some states.” Gerard says, pouting; he looks terribly sad with his bottom lip sticking out, and Frank wants to hug him, but really.
“Or in Canada,” the singer says out of nowhere, the pout leaving his face. “Let’s go to Canada!” He’s abruptly very excited about such an idea.
“Gerard,” Frank tries again, thinking that the whole Canada idea would make the marriage one go away, “we can’t travel to Canada.”
“That means you don’t want to marry me?” The pout is back, now accompanied by Gerard sitting closer to Frank, moving his head to the younger man’s shoulder, as if he wants to cuddle.
Ray got up after that, giving Frank a lopsided smile, and the area outside the bus is caught in a fake silence. There are noises coming from the other buses and the areas near them, but around their bus, there’s no movement at all.
“Frankie?”
Frank’s heart breaks a little bit. Gerard’s countenance is pathetic, and with the desperation that can be seen in his eyes, Frank can’t be sure if it’s for real feelings that he isn’t responding to or because Gerard is just too drunk to show true emotion in his eyes.
“Tell you what,” Frank starts, and Gerard’s eyes sparkle a little bit. Frank decides to blame that entirely on the fact that The Used bus meters away from them turned on its night lights on. He sighs and gets ready to start again, because he knows he had lost his point and maybe Gerard’s attention.
“What?” Gerard asks, his smile so childish and innocent that Frank might believe anything the singer says right now.
Really, that pale face shining in the mix of moonlight and pre-fabricated bus light, the darkness of his eyes with only a bit of glow –that sparkle of moments ago is still there- and his lips rosy and with that grin-ish attitude that makes Frank want to kiss him so badly. After all that, if Gerard says he wants to marry Frank, Frank would believe him.
“Right now the band is just starting, and we still have a lot of things to do and a lot to worry about.” Like you, Frank wants to add, but he thinks better of it and goes on with his original speech. “In three years starting from today, I’ll marry you.”
“You promise?” Gerard asks, the smile still on his face as he loses his grip on Frank and stands up.
“I promise.” Frank nods, trying to smile and not make much noise while his heart is being broken into little pieces.
“Yay!” Gerard says in honest joy and presses his mouth to Frank’s for –according to Frank’s count- eight seconds.
He goes away, walking funny and doing small jumps. Frank hopes that Gerard doesn’t tell to that anyone; Gerard is drunk, yes… but there are things that Frank prefers to keep between them.
Gerard doesn’t remember much from his drunken nights. He assumes that it’s okay like that; after all, when he decided to get clean and sober, he was starting a new life, and the past stayed there, back and away from him.
Away from hurting him and making him worry, mostly. There are some shows, like the Warped ones, that he can’t even watch. Those make him feel ashamed of himself; it was hard enough to put it into the DVD, but he knew he had to because he had to tell the truth to the fans, show them how fucked up he was –he is. But still, those days editing the DVD, and even before, when they were just deciding what to do, he used to sleep badly and have nightmares of what he had done and sadness he had caused and people he had hurt and… all the bad things. Some of them he wasn’t even sure were true or if it was his mind showing him how bad it could have been and stopping any desire to drink a beer (like those he had at some parties, or on New Years, or when it’s someone’s birthday and they have to make a toast).
Gerard sighs into his coffee cup and reclines his head against the cupboard of the bus’ kitchenette. It’s a small sound that the action makes, but Gerard curses because he thought the fucking cupboard was fucking closer and “Fuck, it hurt”.
“Well, of course,” Ray says with a smile; he’s in the door and walking further in. “You slammed your head against wood, and no matter how hard you think your head is, it’s not made of steel.”
Gerard rolls his eyes and flips him the finger with the hand that’s not holding his coffee.
“What’s on your mind, anyway,” the guitarist asks, grabbing a small bottle of water from the fridge, “you seemed miles away.”
Gerard looks up at him. “You think that someone has to keep their drunken promises?”
Ray gives him a weird look and says, “Well, Gerard I wasn’t expecting you to want to do that blow job you offered—”
“Shit, I said that?!” Gerard interrupts, and Ray has difficultly drinking down a sip of water because he’s laughing.
“No, but your face was priceless.”
“Fuck you.” Gerard rolls his eyes, but there’s a soft smile on his face.
“Well, you just offered me your brother if I gave you my last beer, actually your brother’s ass.”
“You’re joking.”
“Nope, it was pretty hilarious; I have witnesses, if you want.”
“I prefer not, thank you.” He denied. “And just over a beer?”
“Two actually; it was a good beer, if it helps.” He smiles, “Anyway, drunken promises are that, Gerard, stupid things you laugh at years later.”
“And what if the other person wasn’t drunk?”
Ray lifts his eyebrows in question while he drinks more water, inviting Gerard to elaborate.
“I was drunk, the person who made the promise wasn’t.” He stops, then adds, “I think.”
“Why would someone make a promise to a drunk?”
“Because the drunk is an insistent fuck?”
“Right, I forget we’re talking about you,” the guitarist smiles and totally ignores the ‘hey!’ that Gerard emits. “Well, I’m sure it wasn’t big deal, Gerard, just talk to this person and ask them.”
“I guess you’re right.”
Ray nods, “If you wanna talk more about it, anyway,” he points at himself.
“I know.” Gerard says, and before Ray leaves the kitchen he asks, “You accepted my exchange?”
Ray thinks a moment before remembering what Gerard is talking about. Without turning, he answers, “I’m not going to spoil our friendship by answering that, Gee.”
Gerard decides that he’ll kill Ray later; he has something else to do now.
Gerard plays with the ring, making it turn and roll over the small night table in the hotel room that he and Mikey are sharing. When the door opens, it surprises him, and he stops paying attention to the ring, which rolls onto the floor on way to the door, stopping far away from it, but still calling the attention of the person who was entering.
“Is that a wedding ring?” Frank asks.
“We’re not in a wedding, so technically, no, it isn’t.” Gerard sighs and walks to where the ring stopped, picking it up. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“The guys are going to dinner in the hotel’s restaurant, wanna come?” Frank asks, moving back and forth with the door, which he has his back on.
“I… I’m not sure; I’m not very hungry.” He eyes Frank for a second, then turns his head to look at the ring and asks, “How did you get in?”
“Mikey gave me the card,” he says, finally leaning against the door enough that it closes. “Are you going to propose her?”
Gerard thinks about the simplicity of answering ‘yes’. About how maybe he can tell Frank that he’s considering it, because somehow he is; after all, he bought the ring. But when he bought it, he wasn’t thinking of her.
“No.” his mouth says, and he can’t stop it; he’s a terrible liar sometimes, mostly since he quit the booze.
“Then you bought an engagement ring just for fun?”
“So you do know what it’s called!” Gerard smiles at him, gently moving the topic where he feels more comfortable or, better said, safer.
“Gerard, why did you buy the ring?” Frank asks slowly, “I mean, if she sees it, or Alicia or Jamia… well, the girls suck at keeping secrets, and you know… that’s not a typical ring to have around.”
“Marry me, Frank.” He repeats, the same words that he remembers saying, only this time, his mouth tastes like the coffee that he never finished and not like a mix of what now is poison for him.
“What?!” Frank nearly screams, involuntarily moving away from the door, walking closer to the end of the bed where Gerard is sitting.
“I can’t believe I just asked that,” Gerard laughs softly, more to himself, and then he looks up at Frank, “Well, you promised.”
“Gerard, are you okay?” the younger man asks in honest disbelief.
“Three years ago, I was a bit drunk,” Gerard looks up at Frank when he snorts, “well, a bit compared to other times.” He says, and then looks at the floor and the ring in his hand again. “And I was asking you to marry me; I’m not sure why, but I was. And you accepted my proposal; in fact you said you would accept it three years after that day.”
“And you just remembered it now?”
“No, it’s one of the things I’ve always remembered, but now I just brought it up.”
Frank is quite calm when he speaks again, and Gerard is not sure if that should worry him or not, “We can’t get married.”
“So you lied to a poor, drunk man?” Gerard’s tone is actually amused, but Frank’s eyes on his look guilty for a brief second. “Frank, I’m kidding. You don’t--”
“No, Gerard, listen,” Frank interrupts and breathes in-and-out a few times before resuming speaking, “We can’t get married; I mean, you’ve got your girl, I have mine, and it’s… it doesn’t work like that.”
“Frank don’t—” he wants to say ‘don’t take it that seriously man, I was joking’, but Frank takes the ring out of his hands, interrupting his intended words.
“But we can be engaged,” he says, taking Gerard’s left hand in his and looking for the finger where the ring belongs.
“What?” It’s Gerard’s turn to use that word.
“Well, I know you bought this ring, but I already have a ring, and you don’t… and normally the girl has to wear the ring, so we’re not going to fight over who’s the girl because we’re both grown men and,” he stops as if he’s choosing his words carefully, “You lasted three years; would you hang for another three, or six, or nine…? We’ll marry one day, and meanwhile, you’ll have one engagement ring, and I’ll have another. People don’t need to know what these are, or what they really mean, or that we are really engaged. Am I making any sense?” He asks, sliding the ring onto Gerard’s finger.
“No,” Gerard says with a grin, “but you’d better marry me in less than twenty years, motherfucker.”
Frank smiles at that and presses his lips to Gerard’s (he counts again, leaving them there for several seconds). “Dinner?” he says, pulling away and offering Gerard a hand.
“Yeah,” the singer nods, licking his lips to savour the taste that Frank left on them as he takes his hand.
“Hey Frank,” he asks with a smile as they walk.
“Tell me.”
“Are you gonna get my name inked?”
“Don’t push it.” Frank says, but Gerard gives him a childish pout when he closes the door after saying that. “Maybe on my ass,” he jokes.
“So I can see it when I fuck you?”
“Who says I’m gonna be the bottom?”
“Please,” Gerard says, “It’s all over the internet.”
“You’re not reading slash again,” Frank says with a grin. “And Gerard?”
“Mmhm?”
They walk into the elevator before Frank answers with a smile, “Who says that I don’t have your name inked already?”
~*~
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Date: 2007-04-29 08:19 pm (UTC)in other words loved it.
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Date: 2007-04-29 10:19 pm (UTC)Thank you so much.
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Date: 2007-04-29 08:24 pm (UTC)Memory.
More soon? Hopefully.
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Date: 2007-04-29 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-29 08:25 pm (UTC)i strongly wish it wasn't a standalone
because i think it needs more
like ther'es something missing
you know?
not so much a whole chaptered thing
just one chapter'?
idk
eitehr way
it was juts wayyy adorable
and cute
and perfect
and sweeet.
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Date: 2007-04-29 10:20 pm (UTC)And thought I would love to please you with another part, I must leave it like that for a while. I'm working on a chaptered fic and the standalone are just that and to my own distraction :D
Thanks again.
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Date: 2007-04-29 08:35 pm (UTC)<3
-MK
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Date: 2007-04-29 10:21 pm (UTC)Thank you dear!
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Date: 2007-04-29 08:37 pm (UTC)YOU CAN'T BLAME EVERYTHING ON ME!
BUT AW.
this was a million kinds of adorable!
i loved it.
especially the last sentence!
guh. i love ending things like that. <333
i love your writing, too. :]
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Date: 2007-04-29 10:22 pm (UTC)DON'T TEMPT ME!
:DDD
Thaaaank you.
i'm glad you liked it, baby, very much.
love your comments as usual.
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Date: 2007-04-29 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-29 10:14 pm (UTC)Thank you doll!
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Date: 2007-04-29 08:44 pm (UTC)cute.
me likey.
I am kind of with bert_addict
no standalone.
more!
haha we will hold a gun to your head and make you write, sound good?
good.
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Date: 2007-04-29 10:15 pm (UTC)And I would love to promise more, but I'm currently writing in a chaptered fic and i do the standalones to light my mood, so that why they have to stay that way... for a while.
Thanks again.
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Date: 2007-04-29 08:55 pm (UTC)this fic is so adorable.
memories for sure <3
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Date: 2007-04-29 10:16 pm (UTC)*feels honored*
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Date: 2007-04-29 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-29 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-29 09:03 pm (UTC)This was a refresher to read.
I really liked this.
It was adorable.
I love how you wrote Gerard and Frank.
And the last line is awesome.
Nice job-*memories*! 8)
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Date: 2007-04-29 10:16 pm (UTC)Very glad to know you enjoyed it dear.
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Date: 2007-04-29 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-29 10:17 pm (UTC)aww, thankies.
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Date: 2007-04-29 09:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-29 10:17 pm (UTC)Thaaanks!
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Date: 2007-04-29 09:57 pm (UTC)I actually loved this and have no concrit for you. I wouldn't change a thing.
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Date: 2007-04-29 10:18 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for the honest opinion :)
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Date: 2007-04-29 09:59 pm (UTC)and quite amusing!!
memories!!!
this is so amazingly adorable.
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Date: 2007-04-29 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-29 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-29 10:22 pm (UTC)Thank yooouuu!
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Date: 2007-04-29 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-29 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-29 11:45 pm (UTC)Memories, for sure.
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Date: 2007-04-30 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-30 01:02 am (UTC)+memsssssssss!
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Date: 2007-04-30 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-30 01:14 am (UTC)I loved this. I was expecting the ending to be sad, but it was really sweet instead!
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Date: 2007-04-30 02:29 am (UTC)Ah I was going to make it sad, but then I talked to
Thank you so much dear.
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Date: 2007-04-30 02:22 am (UTC)bob finally made a move. :DANYWAY. cuuute :D
and the part with ray? hahaaha MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD. i liked the part describing gerard's "sparkling" eyes and frank trying to pass it off as the glow from the lights. :D but really, gee was just in looooove. :D
hahahh their conversation at the end. oh god. ♥ loveee it. :D
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Date: 2007-04-30 02:33 am (UTC)thank you, baby. you comment means the fucking world to me (just like you ;]).
and i agree, i don't think gerard is engaged
thought that he is a total girl ¬¬and is surely somenthing like a promise ringto ray, or frank or... anyone in the band*nods*:DD thankies again. and thanks for pointing out small things, mostly the thing with Gerard's eyes :D.
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Date: 2007-04-30 07:22 am (UTC)i loved it.
i bet he does have gee's name on his ass..
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Date: 2007-04-30 08:11 pm (UTC)and sure he does =P
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Date: 2007-04-30 12:01 pm (UTC)It started sad, then cute, and finally just plain adorable. I love the Ray-Gerard interaction; the way you wrote Ray was amazing.
I enjoyed how you made Frank all kind and stuff, it totally made me go 'aww'.
xo
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Date: 2007-04-30 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-30 12:41 pm (UTC)So I can see it when I fuck you?”
“Who says I’m gonna be the bottom?”
“Please,” Gerard says, “It’s all over the internet.”
***PRICELESS***
me encanta como escribes, de verdad <3<3<3
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Date: 2007-04-30 08:13 pm (UTC)Me alegro mucho y de vuelta gracias por las bonitas palabras <3
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Date: 2007-04-30 02:19 pm (UTC)I just loved that :D And it makes sense with the blushing in the vid XD
A'aww.
I especially loved your dialogue. 'twas all natural. ^^
Mem'ed
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Date: 2007-04-30 08:13 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! I'm glad it made sense, that was the idea :)
*feels honored*
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Date: 2007-04-30 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
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