Black Parade Slash

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2008-06-04T01:10:09Z

Located in the outskirts of Portland, Maine; The Arts Academy is a place for boys and girls of the high school age [13-18] to come and perfect their art. Be it dance, photography, instrumental, painting, acting or something else, this school offers everyone the chance to exceed in their talent. Students are housed on campus, in one of two dorms, depending on gender. Academics are also offered in: Maths, English, Science, Foreign Language, History, depending on grade level. Teachers are housed in on-campus apartments.

We have pretty much all characters still available and OCs/PBs are welcome. All age groups are pretty much catered for, there aren't exactly very many restrictions; as long as you play nice. For rules and information please visit artsacademy

To apply, click here.

For more information IM frankieroftw or email omgdansane@gmail.com. please note this is not the same as the old Greatest Journal community; I was just too lazy to come up with a new name. Let's say it's new and improved! Comment here (or in the community) for holds, I'll keep them for up to (but not exceeding) 7 days :)

Brand Spanking New University based RPG :)

2008-04-26T22:33:36Z

Waterview University RPG

Located in Freeport, New York - 45 minutes drive from NYC.

The idea is simple - a bunch of guys and girls living at their chosen university and getting up to whatever it is 18-30 year olds get up to.

OCs/Members of bands/actors etc all allowed!

To apply or for more information visit waterview

First Fic: In Love With a Feeling

2008-03-31T13:44:45Z

Title:In Love With a Feeling
Author: october_riot
Rating: PG for drug refs and swearing. It will get dirtier *wink*
Summary: Gerard is a junkie fuckup rich kid who is sent to rehab. Will feature a cast of all my your favourite musicians. Only a couple so far.
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: I really don’t know anything. I do own a lot, however nothing so interesting as a person. I wish I did though. Because then they could be my cat.
Author Notes: Okay, this is my first time ever writing aything like this. Though once I did write a crap short story for English in grade 10 or some rubbish. So I hope you all like it. ta
Beta: Well technically none... but if you like we can all think of it like an open beta. Like you have with games after the closed beta where everyone can contribute.
Warnings: Drugs and Swears and Un-beta'd-ness.
Teaser: I’ve never been so proud of myself. Well except that one time I got the cunt suspended by replacing his English lit. assignment with de Sade’s 120 Day of Sodom.

“OwFuckstimeisitfuckinsunfuckit!”

When that’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth in the morning, you know that you’re off to a bad day.

It’s not so much that I mind mornings, I do go to school (sometimes) but I’m pretty sure it’s the holidays or a weekend or something and the Earth Shattering headache and my complete lack of memory indicates that last night was a big one. This (normally) means I spend the rest of the day in bed with some fizzyfeelgood pills.

The drapes have been opened. My protection against the horrible morning sun has been cast aside. I’m vaguely aware there are people in the room and not passed out half naked girls and hung-over mates, but proper, sober, dressed up people that given their presence in my room are probably not that impressed.

I try and find equilibrium between sitting up and not moving because every time I do my headache gets worse. The result is something akin to a giraffe doing yoga.

“Fuck?”

“You already said.”

That was the Butler. He has it in for me. I have no idea why, I’m pretty certain it’s nothing I’ve done. I squint and look around: The fuckingcunt Butler, Mikey and Dad. Normally I’m satisfied not knowing what happened that night before for a good couple of hours, but right now I wish I had the slightest idea so I can prepare some kind of defence.

“You have an hour to pack your bags. Hurry up”

“Good morning to you too Dad. Did you sleep well? Fancy a nice family breakfast?”

Ignoring me Dad and the Butler leave the room.

I fall back down on the bed. Fuck. I’ve had big nights, I’ve fucked up but nothing has ever warranted being kicked out of home.

“You haven’t been kicked out.”

I jump back up. Mikey, I had forgotten here was here.

He waves timidly “It’s just me”

Relieved, I crash back into the safety of my bed, shielding my eyes with the duvet.

“I think Keith Moon is in my head.”

A blank stare. Lovely kid, but he really knows nothing.

“Drummer from The Who.”

“The who?”

“Yeah.”

“...What is he doing in your head?”

“Drum Solo.”

“You should probably see a doctor.”

“I already do... Fucks going on Mikey?”

“You’re not being kicked out. Just sent somewhere.”

I risk the sun to peer confused at Mikey.

“Harley Hill I think”

“Never heard of it.”

“That was what dad was saying on the phone.”

“Harley Hill... it sounds like a rehab” I joke.

Mikey stares at me. I stare back eyes widening. Oh fuck.

“Oh fuck” I say “You don’t think...?”

“What do you remember from last night?”

“Well...”

I have no idea what happened last night. I had started the sentence hoping that in the time it took me to open my mouth and say ‘well’ I would have some great epiphany where the events of last night came running back. No such luck.

“I think I may have been slightly inebriated.”

Mikey gives me a disappointed look. I’m supposed to be his big brother and I’m supposed to be looking out for him, teasing him, fighting with him, joking with him, teaching him the important stuff, but instead I’m off on some other planet and these moments are all we have. He never says anything but it doesn’t take a genius to work out he resents that.

“Do you even remember what last night was?”

I have no clue. I remember nothing. It has to have been bad, Mikey looks conflicted; he doesn’t even want to tell me.

“You fucked-up big time” he finally says walking out the room. As he reaches the door he turns back like some sort of cliché “You really better pack.”

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I wait until the door closes fully. Even then I wait a couple of seconds longer, just out of respect for Mikey. If I really am going to some kind of rehab I am going fucked up on something. The least possible time I get to spend sober the better.

I glance around the room. Fuck, the servants must have cleaned. I hate it when they do that. Books, notepads and records are all stacked in neat little piles. The guitars that usually lie around the room have been repaired, restrung and probably tuned. I haven’t been in my room for days and it’s not so much a surprise as a minor annoyance.

As I get up I knock everything over. Loose sheets of paper fly from the books that had only recently reclaimed them. Thankfully the drawers are still a mess. The cleaning staffs are too nervous to really go through my stuff.

The plush pill boxes that normally litter my floor have been haphazardly shoved into drawers along with various other items that just didn’t fit into normal society: handcuffs, cigarettes, dildos, candles, body paint, pornography, bottles of alcohol, etc.

I check inside boxes that until recently were filled with all kinds of delightful pills and powders. Now to my horror they are all empty. In my drug addled state I can think of three reasons for this. One, the servants threw everything out. Two, after last night my father ordered the servants to throw everything out. Or Three, Last night I used everything.

One I disregarded almost immediately – there was no precedent. Of course there was no precedent for number two either. It’s not that my father approves of my drug habits, it’s just he really doesn’t care about me. The thing that makes this more likely than one is that he has never sent me to rehab before either.

The likelihood of number two is tied with three. I have a lot of drugs and a lot of booze. That all of it is gone is a miracle that anyone is still alive.

Either way I figure that there must be something left. I can’t have used it all and no one could have found it all.

I start checking all my draws and under things. It’s an amazing effort for someone who is so spectacularly hung-over. I’ve never been so proud of myself. Well except that one time I got the cunt suspended by replacing his English lit. assignment with de Sade’s 120 Day of Sodom.

Eventually, I’m on my belly next to my bed, sweaty, tobacco and crack stained fingers close around something. A small, plastic, zip lock bag. Inside is a singular, generic, no-descript pill.

I shove it hastily into my pocket, intending to take it as I leave and notice that I have 10 whole minutes to get myself sorted.

Throwing whatever I can find into the bag I zip it up just in time for the butler to take it down to the limousine.

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I sit in the back of the limousine taking in the site of the massive mansion that is my house. When I was younger I used to call it my home. As I got older and learnt what a home meant to people I realised the Way Estate was not my home.

The nine storied, three winged mansion was as much a home to me as the run down hotel I ran off to for a week last month.

As we leave the house I catch sight of a section of the house that has been torn down. For a moment I wonder why no one mentioned they were renovating until I notice in the centre of the crash site is a car. A jaguar. My Jaguar in fact – right through the wall. As the view disappears behind me that I’m somewhat glad that I’m leaving home for a while.

I pop the pill into my mouth a gazing at my driver’s ugly profile I briefly hope it was nothing I scored off Ray Toro because hallucinogens would be really bad right now

...or worse, it could be just paracetamol.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: If anyone likes it I will write more. It will get much more interesting. Think of this like a pilot episode. Next episode will have characters with personalities so it should be something to look forward to. It will get longer too. It's just that after this is the starting of something new. And it doesn't fit together as the same chapter.

The Blade

2008-01-05T00:21:52Z

TITLE; The Blade
AUTHOR; Me. :]
RATING; NC-17
POV; Frank’s.
SUMMARY; Frank walks in on Gerard torturing Mikey.

“The blade, oh, it digs in, in so deep, la la la, watch the skin, look at it, it bleeds, it bleeds, I love how you bleed. Look at the blood, so pretty, so dark, so delicious..” He sang as I opened the door. Screams filled the air. Mine; Mikey’s. Gerard screamed, but he was grinning as he did it. “Well, welcome Frank.” He said, waving a knife wildly. “Come to join the party have you? Sorry, Mikey is a little tied up at the minute,” he said, laughing maniacally as he looked down to see his brother squirm beneath him in writhing agony.

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I never knew. I could have done something to stop it, but I didn’t. Because I didn’t know! “I didn’t know!” That was my excuse for everything, but walking in on Gerard and Mikey was one of the most terrifying things of my life. No one believed me. They don’t think Gerard could have killed his own brother, because they were so close. But, I know what I saw. I saw him kill Mikey, and then eat him! He ate his brother! Sick bastard!

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“Hey Mikes, how ya doin’?” he asked, once he had him pinned perfectly. “Mikey!” I called, diving forward. “I think not Frankie,” he said, twisting and plunging the knife into my arm. “Auugghhh!” I screamed, as he rotated it, before pulling it back out. “That’ll keep you busy,” he said, smiling that same smile I used to love. “Now now Mikey, don’t cry,” he said, wiping one of the tears on Mikey’s cheek away. “Crying won’t help you now little brother,” he said. “You twisted bastard!” I screeched, swinging my good arm at him. He grabbed it with a quickness I hadn’t seen before. “Frankie, what have I taught you about interfering with my brotherly time with Mikey?” he said, standing up. Mikey rolled over and began to slink away, but Gerard caught him. “Now Mikey, you wouldn’t want to leave. We’re right in the middle of something,” he said, using the blade of the knife, pressing it against Mikey’s quivering throat. He stopped moving almost instantly, the tears still streaming.

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That knife is still here, Gerard uses it to cut his steak before he eats it. It makes me sick, so sick that sometimes I just have to get up and go vomit. He always watches me intently as he eats, and sometimes I think he’s imagining eating Mikey again, or even eating me. I can’t sleep at night, and on the odd occasion I do fall asleep, it’s for a brief time, filled with nightmares, replaying that torturous day, sometimes, it’s me in place of Gerard. And it’s those nightmares that terrify me the most.

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Mikey was still laying on his bed, shaking and sobbing. Gerard grinned and took the knife, using it to cut away Mikey’s clothing. “Gerard! What are you doing?!” I demanded, jumping at him again. “Frankie,” he hissed, turning and glaring at me, with this intense burning in his eyes. “If you’re good, you’ll get off easy. So I suggest you get your ass back into that corner if you want to even think about getting out of here alive.” And so I returned to my corner, afraid and shaking. Much like Mikey, who was now pretty much naked, shaking in the cold air, shaking from terror. Gerard then began to undress himself, all the while keeping the blade firmly in his teeth. He then began to rape his brother. Mikey’s piercing shrieks filled the air as Gerard rode him into oblivion. He and Gerard screamed when Gerard came, and collapsed on top of Mikey, the whole while his younger sibling was trembling beneath him. “Oh come now Mikey,” Gerard said laughing, as he removed the blade from his teeth and tossing it away. “I know you enjoyed it.” Then he laughed once more, as his eyes rested upon me.

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I have nightmares about that. But, I’m in place of Gerard. And Mikey’s yelps fill the air, and he screams, but it’s not a scream of pain, no, it’s pleasure that fills us. It’s that sensation of being so close to someone, and that cloud of orgasm that covers you as you come. Every time I have that dream, the ending is still the same. My body gives way and I fall next to Mikey. Then, he whispers in my ear, “I love you,” and I wake up in a cold sweat.

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“Now Frankie, oh, Frankie, what to do. What to do..” he pondered, still naked. Mikey was curled up on the corner of the bed, horrified by the events that just took place. “I could have sex with you,” he offered, standing up. He sauntered over to me, and even in this obscure scenario, I still thought he looked beautiful. “Or, I could cut you up and feast on your warm insides.” He laughed. I looked down, not willing to look at his smug face. “What Frankie? Cat got your tongue?” he asked, crashing his lips into my own. His tongue forced its way in, like a snake it glided in and met mine. I felt my knees go weak, and Gerard spun us around as my legs gave out from under me. We fell, and my eyes were wide with terror. Mikey jumped from the bed, though Gerard pulled himself away from me just long enough to look at Mikey, and say, “Don’t you move Mikes, I’m not done with you just yet,” before thrashing into me again. “Gerard, please, don’t,” I pleaded. “Frankie, you know as well as I do, you want this,” his voice whispered into my ear. My eyes rolled back as he began to nip and suck on my neck.

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Every time I object, Gerard always brings that up. The fact that I enjoyed him forcefully having sex with me. Every time he pins me down, and I scream “No!” he always says, “Oh, but you enjoyed it before.” As if I don’t remember it myself. He has to do it. Ray and Bob, they don’t believe me. I tell them, but they just shake their heads and say, “Frank, come on. As if,” and return to their anointed tasks. No one believes me. Maybe God willed this on me.

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As he tore my flesh, inserting himself into me, the fire that burned, oh, it was like my whole body was about to burn. It hurt so much. “Don’t scream Frankie, it’s not that bad,” he said. “Mikey didn’t scream, did you Mikes?” he said, looking over at his cowering brother. He laughed, before roughly smothering my face into a pillow before thrusting into me. He twisted his hips, trying to find my place. He found my prostate and began to thrust and hit it every time. I wished I would die. The feelings of lust and pleasure over took and I moaned, my voice unfamiliar to me. “Harder, please, oh god, harder Gerard,” I said. He laughed and smiled. “If I must,” he said, before drove forward with a force that shook the whole bed.

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Now a days, Gerard and I still have sex, but it’s different. He doesn’t talk to me, he just shoves me around. Sometimes he uses my leather belt and bounds my hands together, or whips my back, just to hear me scream. He never says anything after, he just moans and grunts. And after each account, he lays next to me. And, because I can’t control myself, my arms slink around his waist and I pull him close. Just to feel him there. And every time, he stares at me, and I whisper, “I love you, Gee.”

b_paradeslash @ 2008-01-04T23:49:00

2008-01-04T23:55:45Z

Title: Hurt
Author: dazzledoom
Word Count: 915
Rating: R
Warnings: Language; violence; themes of death;
A/N: This story reads better if you play 'Hurt - Christina Aguilera' at the same time.
Disclaimer: believe me, if I owned my chemical romance i'd be rather too indisposed to write about them ;)

hurt.

Controlling Tools For Your System

2008-01-04T19:36:18Z

Title: Controlling Tools Of Your System
Author: howxixdisappear
Prompt: 54- patient
Pairing: sort of one-sided Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
Summary: He's beautiful. He really is. He takes Frank's breath away every time he walks into the office. But Frank doesn't allow himself to think about it. Gerard's a minor- only sixteen. And not only that, but he's a patient.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Author Notes: Somehow, this is the result of me listening to Serj Tankian. But it is also slightly based on a frerard role play that me and my friend Fare doing over AIM. So I guess this is dedicated to her. psychicfeeling :] I'm not exactly sure if this is going to be left as a standalone, or if I should continue it as a chaptered story. I suppose that depends on what people think of it.
Also, while Frank is still 26 in this story, Gerard is only 16... mwahaha.
Warnings: Language. Mentions of rape, insanity, and attempted suicide. Pedophile!Frank.

Making Life More Tolerable...

Do It Or Die [1/?]

2008-01-03T20:36:59Z

TITLE: Do It Or Die [Part 1/?]
AUTHOR: Me! X_the_ripper_X
CATEGORY: Slash
PAIRINGS: Bob/Mikey
RATING: PG-13[ish] Will Rise..

DISCLAIMER: Don't own, don't steal, and don’t sue. I just love MCR, I don't own them. All of these events are fiction, that's why it's called fan fiction.

FEEDBACK: This is my first submitted fanfic, so please be kind!

EMAIL: mychemicalromance636@hotmail.com

NOTES: UNBETA-ED! *gasp* Don't kill me.. Also, Sera is Mikey's ex-girlfriend. She's just a little mention, that's all. Nuffin major.. I don't think.

There he was, sitting on his bed, head held in his hands. I stood in the doorway, letting the midnight moon cast it's ghostly shadows across the carpet floor. My feet were guiding myself towards his sobbing form, as I sat beside him. His head lifted to look at me through his hazel eyes, those eyes, oh how I longed for years about them. My arms found their way around his small frame, and he leaned his head against my chest. "Bob," he said in between harsh gasps of breath. "Shh.. Shh.. It's okay," I said. I felt fatherly to him in a sense, and we both knew Gerard wouldn't be comforting his brother anytime soon. But somewhere deep down I wanted to be more than that to Mikey, much, much more. 'No! Banish the sick thoughts!' I mentally told myself. But here I was, holding him close, and my fingers found themselves upon Mikey's face, gently brushing away his tears and moving his hair out of the way. I looked down at him, and at that moment, he looked up at me. It was awkward; I didn't know what to say.

"Mikey, it's okay. Really," I said, trying to calm him down. His body shook, he was icy cold against me. I pulled him tighter towards me. His shirt was pressed against his skin, wet from the sweat and tears. "Bob," he said again, and I looked from his shirt to his face, eyes staring directly into mine. "Yes?" I asked softly, letting my voice trail at the end a bit. Mikey blinked for a moment before momentarily smiling, and his head sunk into my chest once more. "Thanks," he breathed.

Minutes passed. Slowly his sobs subsided into silence. His head lifted and he sat upright. Turning his body to face me, Mikey sighed. "Bob," he said once more. 'That's the third time, what's he trying to say?' I mentally pondered. "Yeah Mikey?" I asked nervously. "What is it?" His eyes met mine and I felt a shiver go down my spine. "I, I..." he stammered, sharp breaths breaking the silences. "I loved her.." he sobbed, his head crashing into my chest once more, arms wrapping themselves around me. "It's okay!" I said, somewhat louder than I had originally meant to. "No it's not!" he moaned, his head shaking. "It's not okay! She.. she.. she cheated!" he sobbed, and my shirt began to absorb his tears. "Oh Mikey," I said, stroking his head. His hair felt soft to the touch, and his bangs were damp. "It’ll be okay!" I said, a little louder than I meant to. Mikey flinched in my arms, and by instinct my hand grabbed his head softly. I lifted his face so he was looking straight at me. "I promise!" and I let go of his tender jaw, instead I hugged him tightly.

Mikey eyes locked onto mine. "How can you promise?” he asked. "You don't understand, I.. I loved Sera! And then she says it's over! And, and.." he stuttered. His voice became a harsh whisper, I had to strain to hear it. "I wanted to marry her one day!" My heart began to flutter. 'You never had a chance with him,' I told myself. It was all your imagination, he's just a friend! That's all!' "She wasn't good enough for you Mikey," I said, hoping it was the right thing to say. "If she left you, she didn't realize what a good thing she had, and she's not worth it. Remember that Mikey!" I said, my voice firm but quiet. My hand stroked his hair tenderly once more as he stood up. "Really? You think?" he asked, sincerity making his voice crackle. My head nodded firmly. "Positive." I said, standing up. His arms wrapped around my waist. "Thanks again Bob," he said, and turned to leave.

Watching Mikey leave, my heart was doing gymnastics in my chest. I put my hand over it to try to stop it, but nothing helped. I sat down firmly on Mikey's bed yet again. "Stupid!" I cursed under my breath. "He's not sick like you! God!" I muttered. "You don't deserve him anymore than Sera did!" I added for effect. My soul was now officially crushed and crumpled. I decided to sleep, and retreated to my bed, formally known as the couch.

I didn't technically live with Mikey and Frank, but I did call their small blue and green checked loveseat my home. "Irony," I said, flopping down on the bed. Frank was over at Gerard and Ray's, as they say, visiting. But he had been over there for a few days now, and knowing Frank and Gerard, there was some severe sex going on. I felt sorry for Ray, but right now my main concern was Mikey. Where was he? "Oh god!" I yelled, jolting up. I ran into the kitchen. No. His bedroom. No. There! The bathroom door was firmly shut, and as I pressed my ear against it, I heard small sobs. "Mikey?" I called. "Mikey!?" I yelped, desperation in my voice. He mumbled something I couldn't hear through the door. Pushing it open, I caught Mikey standing there, his glasses on the counter, and, a blade in his right hand. My arm immediately grabbed his and I wrenched it from his grip. He feebly attempted to get it back, but failed. "Bob," he moaned, his head hanging. "Please. I, I don't want to. I don't want to live.." he sighed. I felt my heart skip a beat. "No Mikey, you can't. I won't let you do this to yourself."

His head lifted from its view of a ceramic floor tile to my face. "Please," he cried softly, pain striking at me with his voice. "Bob, please," he cried once more, tears falling now from his face. I hated to see him cry. I felt my eyes begin to water as well. "Mikey, you can't do this. I couldn't.. I couldn't live without you. I, I love you." I stammered. 'Did I really just say that?' I worried. 'Oh no! Now what is he going to think of me?' As my mind raced, I looked at Mikey, but he was simply staring at me blankly. "Mikey, I, I mean," I started to stutter. Mikey giggled. I began to try to explain, but his index finger pressed against my lips. "Hmm?" I asked, completely confused. Slowly, his lips replaced his finger. 'Oh god!' I thought. I kissed him back, and slowly felt cool, soft hands begin to travel up my shirt and along my back. I moaned. This was better than I ever could have imagined.

I lifted Mikey up and sat him on the counter, so we were a little more level with each other. As our tongues began to explore each other's palates, Mikey stopped and pulled away. I exited my trance and shook. "Oh God, Bob, I, I never, Ohh.." he said, his face beginning to go red. I shushed him with my hand. "It's okay, really. I understand you’re not like me. We'll just be frie-" but Mikey cut me off. "No! It's not that at all Bob! I, I, kind of, love, you?" he said, the ending sounding more like a question than a statement.

I blinked. "Love me?" I responded in the same tone. "Mikey," I began, looking down at the tiles. "Very few people have told me they love, and, well, all of those people, no longer do. I don't want that to happen with, with us.." I said, my voice trailing a bit as I realized what I was saying. I was telling Mikey I didn't want to be with him, when all this time I did. Suddenly, his lips crashed into mine, sending a wave of self-doubt and pleasure and regret all washing over me. My knees almost gave way, and I reached out and pulled Mikey closer. His lips parted, tongue forcing it's way in. 'Wow! Who knew shy boy's tongue was like this?!' I thought, but my mind soon became concentrated on one thing. I could feel Mikey's arms doing something, and slowly, my torso began to become colder.

Mikey whipped off my shirt, the chest still moist from his tears. "Bob," he began, his voice low. "I promise you, promise, that when I say 'I love you,' I mean it, forever," he said, arms pulling my now exposed torso towards him. But I pushed myself away, my eyes resting on the black fabric of my shirt, now strewn over the bathtub's rim. "That's not what I mean!" I cried, tears now falling. I grasped my shirt in my hand, my eyes still down. "I'm always the one that messes things up! I don't want that! Not with you!" I sobbed, the tears falling into the clothing in my hands. I pulled the shirt over my head, looking down all the while. "Your perfect." I breathed. "I'm, I'm not good enough for you, Mikey Way," I said, and I turned and walked out, my heart torn into a million pieces.

Later that night, and into much of the early morning, I cried into my pillow as the events of the evening replaying in my head continuously. Why was I such a monster? Was I not meant for love? As I lay on the couch, blankets burying me in my shame, I heard faint footsteps come to my side. I knew who it was, and didn't bother to lift my head. I didn't want Mikey to see me like this, in my vulnerable state. I felt his presence, like a ghostly spirit looming over me as I sobbed. Slowly, I realized he was sitting on the couch next to me, his hand rubbing my back, comforting me like you would a small child. I stopped, my breathing still irregular, eyes sore and bloodshot. My mouth moved, my mind looking for words to say, but nothing was forming. His other hand reached for mine, the first still rubbing softly. I smiled. “Mikey,” I said, my voice crackling. I coughed, clearing my throat. “I, I know we’ve been friends, for, well, forever. And I’d never impose anything on you, I swear! It’s just, I’m, I’m,” I said, stuttering. Why? Why did this beautiful boy take all the words from me and leave me still gasping for air. “I’m a fucked up stupid faggot. I deserve to die!” I breathed, my voice a harsh whisper as my head found his lean shoulder.

Mikey gasped. “No, no, Bob, that’s..” he began to counter with words that made no sense. Finally he sighed, his head resting upon my chest as our bodies shifted to accommodate the both of us on a couch that I normally fall off of on a nightly basis. Soon Mikey was in a deep slumber, though I couldn’t get my mind to stop, well, thinking! My arms wrapped around his small frame, his chest lifting and falling with each breath. I tried to time my breathing with his, our bodies moving to an unheard rhythm. As the night progressed, I found myself becoming more and more emotional as the memories washed over me. Not only from the day, but from other times. Like when we were at the beach, and I wasn’t comfortable being there, but Mikey just said, ‘Ignore the other people Bob! It’s a day for you and me to have fun, remember?’ And I did. I blocked out the views I was getting from people, and just lost myself in that boy’s aura.

“Bob?” I heard, a hoarse and raspy voice calling to me. I shook, now awake and alert as my arms released Mikey. They might have done so too quickly, as within moments he was lying sprawled out on the carpet. “Oh my god! Mikey? Are you okay?” I asked, fear and shock in my voice. He laughed as he rolled over, his arms reaching for me and pulling me off the couch. I landed with a thud beside him, his giggling mouth mere inches from my ear. I turned to face him, his arms reaching around me, as mine found their way towards his hips. Pulled in close, we stayed silent and lay like that for what seemed like forever. Slowly, one face found it’s way closer to another, and we were slowly moving our lips and tongues around. I felt my teeth snag Mikey’s bottom lip, and he moaned as I gently tugged on it. Oh, how that boy’s voice could stop a thousand hearts.

Suddenly, the door crashed open, and standing in the doorway was the tall silouette of Ray. Mikey and I jolted up, our limbs untangling. Ray’s eyes burned into mine with an angry fire I hadn’t seen before. I stood up and brushed myself off. “Ray! What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice shrilly. “Well I was looking for a place to stay for a while, seeing as Frankie and Gerard haven’t let up on their love-making, but I see it’s no different here!” he yelled, his voice booming. I was suddenly, for the first time, afraid of Ray Toro.

I had known Ray’s feelings about Mikey for a long time, and he knew minimally of my own. But here I was, standing before him, with Mikey just hiding behind me, and I could tell what was going through Ray’s mind. How many times had I been in that position? Now I was viewing it from a whole new angle. Sure, Ray had said he thought Mikey was ‘fuck-able,’ but how was I supposed to know that meant he was in love with him? As I was slowly becoming trapped and entangled in my own web of thoughts, I wasn’t able to see Ray’s tall muscular form stepping towards us.

“Bob…? Mikey…?” he asked, his voice with a sinister twist to it that I hadn’t heard in a long time. “Ray,” I began. “No! No Bob, Shut up! I don’t want to hear what you have to say! You know! You know what I feel! And still, here you are with Mikey, making out like you don’t even care!” he screamed at me, tears streaming down his face. “Ray! I really, I mean, I can’t say I’m sorry ‘cause I’m not! But I can say that I know what your feeling! And I know how much pain your in, but-” I was abruptly cut off. “No! You know what Bob? Just shut up!” he screeched at me, now charging towards us. I don’t remember what he said next, just hearing Mikey’s scream and feeling a lot of pain, my closed eyes seeing red in the eyelids. Then, then, there was nothing.

“Bob? Bob? Oh god!” Mikey cried, his voice piercing the blackness of my slumber. “Wha?” I stirred, feeling quite light-headed. “BOB!” I heard him shrill, arms gripping tightly around me. Blinking, I fixed my eyes of their blurriness. Once the picture cleared, I took a long look around. I was still lying on the living room carpet, though Ray had disappeared. I was about to ask where he had gone to, but before my mouth opened, my eyes rested upon a large deep crimson stain, still pooled and liquid. Mikey must have seen my eyes widen, for his voice, so gentle and soft, told me what happened.

“Ray, he, he was really angry and I saw him come towards you, but I never, ever thought he’d hit you! Not Ray! He was so angry, and I was so scared, I should have done something.. stopped him. But I didn’t, I just cowered while he beat you. Oh Bob,” Mikey moaned, his head crashing into my torso. I grunted because the pain I felt was really quite surprising. I didn't think I was that bad. But I could tell something was wrong with me. “Where? Where did he hit me? Where did he go?” I asked, breathing deeply. “Oh, he, he ran off. I don’t know where.” his voice trailed a bit. Gently, his long soft fingertips rested upon my left forearm, a deep scratch indented. Another finger went to my chest, and all of a sudden, I had severe difficulty breathing. “Oh, oh, wow. Did he, he did that?!” I asked, my mind unable to comprehend. A jagged piece of glass, looking very similar to the beer bottle that was on the kitchen table from yesterday, was sticking out my sternum. “Bob? This needs to get looked at. You need to go to a hospital.” Mikey said, his voice still soft and whispering. I nodded. “I know, I know..” I said, and began to rise.

"Mr. Bryar, with a few days rest and no more bottles to the chest, I’m sure you’ll be just fine.” The doctor told me, shaking my un-bandaged arm. I nodded, and smiled to Mikey, who was sitting in a chair nearby. He grinned back, and I watched a small rosy colour rise up his neck to his cheeks. I was better, though tight hospital cloth bandages were wrapped around my forearm and a large patch covered the wound in my chest. I blinked, the anaesthesia was wearing thin, but the difficulty to breathe had subsided. I guess it was not having a broken piece of a beer bottle in my body. As I shakily stood, my arms jittering to balance myself, I nodded. “No more chest bottling. Got it.” I was eager to get back home, and to figure out exactly why Ray hit me.

Mikey following close behind, I marched into the living room of ‘our’ house. There, sure enough, were Frank and Gerard, obviously come back to Frank’s for a little more sex. I sighed and ignored them as they made out, probably oblivious to Mikey and I entering. “Bob? Are you okay? You seem a little steamed.” Mikey said, as I sat in the basement on the dryer. Mikey then followed suit, hopping his slender body on top of the washing machine next to me. I heard it creak slightly as he shifted his weight. “Of course I’m steamed Mikes, Ray hit me.” I said flatly. “I know, I know. But Bob, you do you know why Ray attacked you?” he asked, his glasses slipping down his nose. I gently pushed them back up to the bridge, nodding as I did so. Mikey’s eyes looked straight into mine, their hazel hues seemed to be boring into my very soul.

“He what?!” Mikey asked, voice cracking. “He’s in love with you,” Even just saying those words make something in my chest hurt, and it wasn’t the gash. Mikey sighed, his eyes dropping to the puddle on the floor where the washing machine had leaked. “Oh,” he said. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Mikey?” I asked, feeling suddenly self-conscious of myself for no reason. His face stayed down, shadows from the one bare bulb cast across his cheekbones. My arms twitched, unaware of what they should do. “Mikey?” I asked again, calling his name louder. He made a noise. It was a sort of half-hearted grunt. “Look at me, please.” I pleaded. Suddenly, something clicked in my head, as the final puzzle piece was laid into place.

You love him back, don’t you?” I asked, feeling my heart flutter. Finally, Mikey’s head rose, then it dropped back down, his chin digging into his chest. I took this as a nod, and sighed. “Oh.” I said, feeling quite blank and light-headed. “But, but,” I heard him stammer. I took a deep inhale as he spoke his next words. “I, I love you too! And I, I can’t decide. Please don’t make me choose. Please Bob,” he cried, and I saw tears welling in his lower lids. “Mikey please don’t cry, I, I hate to see you cry. It, hurts so, much,” I told him, taking my arms and wrapping them around him chilled body. His head tilted back so his hollow eyes were looking into mine. We stayed in silence for a while, eyes staring at each other. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, my eyes glanced away, over to a pile of towels on the floor. Mikey tore himself away and I knew. I knew. He got down off the washer silently. He almost floated to the stairs, where, as his foot touched the first wooden stair, he looked at me. “I don’t want to choose Bob. Please,” he said, and I saw a vulnerable and hurt look in his eyes.

Here I was, being completely hypocritical. I was standing in the empty driveway of Ray’s house, my heart going a million miles an hour. But I wasn’t here for Ray, or Gerard. I was here, for what was in Gerard’s closet. An old shoebox, but it no longer held footwear. No, now it held much more dangerous items. Looking behind me, I double-checked to see that Ray’s car wasn’t pulling up. My shoes crunched under the gravel as I stepped onto the porch. Diving under the ‘Welcome’ mat, I found a silver key, and used it to allow myself in. How many times had I used that when Ray called me to come over at 3 AM to comfort him? Or when Frank needed a ride home from Gerard’s. Or when Mikey had to go visit his brother after he got out of the hospital for attempting suicide.

Running up the stairs I turned into Gerard’s room, the bedspread thrown askew and I tried my hardest not to imagine what had gone on in here earlier today. I quickly grabbed the cardboard shoebox and walked into the bathroom. Setting it on the counter, I peeled off the lid. “Yes. There you are,” I said, a smile spreading across my face. Lying in there was a .33 calibre pistol and two bullets. I only needed one.

I set off for Gerard’s room, heading to the desk where a piece of scrap paper and a pen were lying innocently. I scrawled my message across it, one I had thought of for a long time. It looked really messy, and I probably spelled a few things wrong. I folded it in half, and drew a crooked heart on it. Stuffing it in my pocket, I returned to the bathroom. “I’m singing in the rain, oh singing in the rain,” my voice sung. Repeating it several times, I loaded one of the two bullets into the gun, the other a put into my pocket, my fingers tingling as they gently touched the note. I walked to Gerard’s bedroom again, standing in the middle. A looked from my left to my right, letting the moment sink in. My phone was suddenly vibrating in my pocket. I ignored the call and smiled as I raised the gun.

b_paradeslash @ 2007-12-25T20:18:00

2007-12-25T19:20:22Z

Title: Mistletoe
Author: sexy_schnitzel
Pairing: Mikey Way/Pete Wentz
Rating: Keeping it PG-13
Disclaimer: Fakefakefakefake all lies, etc.

(It's tradition!)

Not Just a Fragrance By Calvin Klein (6)

2007-12-23T02:08:19Z

Hemlock College RP

2007-12-17T05:55:39Z

NEW RPG, PLENTY OF CHARACTERS AVAILABLE!

Welcome to Hemlock College; located in the heart of Apple Valley, California.

The school was founded in 1962 as a place for young adults to further their education in a nurturing environment. Campus facilities include, but are not limited to: two dorm buildings, a dining hall, sport and recreation facilities including an Olympic sized swimming pool, performing arts auditorium and recording studio for musicians & a specialised art school within the school grounds. There is also a cafe on campus, giving the students a much needed source of caffeine.

For more information and to apply visit: http://community.livejournal.com/hemlockcollege/

MALES:

Frank Iero || age 20 (My Chemical Romance)
AIM: Frankapoodle fuckingiero

Jeph Howard || age 21 (The Used)
AIM: jephiiie jephiiie

Mikey Way || age 21 (My Chemical Romance)
AIM: Mikeypandabear LJ mikeypandabear

Joel Madden || age 21 (Good Charlotte)
AIM: crank that joel LJ rmjoel

Bob Bryar || age 20 (My Chemical Romance)
AIM: PlanettBobb LJ bulletformybob

Jade Puget || age 20 (AFI)
AIM: pugetskiss LJ jadeneedsyou

Bert McCracken || age 19 (The Used)
AIM: bemccracken LJ be_mccracken

Gabe Saporta || age 21 (Cobra Starship)
AIM: Saportasaur Gabe LJ guiltygabe

Pete Wentz || age 20 (Fall Out Boy)
AIM: suck it pete LJ peteisaninja

Miyavi || age 20 (J-Rock)
AIM: supermiyavi LJ myv_baby

Gerard Way || age 23 (My Chemical Romance)
AIM: GeeHushUp LJ gee_hush_up

Ryan Ross || age 19 (Panic! at the Disco)
AIM: ryan run run LJ rossgoesdown

Benji Madden || age 20 (Good Charlotte)
AIM: benjisxhung LJ toomuchbenji

Benji Madden || age 20 (Good Charlotte)
AIM: benjisxhung LJ toomuchbenji

Jake Hansen || age 20 (Drop Dead, Gorgeous)
AIM: jakedropdead LJ dropdeadjake

Jeffree Star age 19 (Queen of the internet)
AIM: jeffree xox missjaystar

Billy Martin age 18 (Good Charlotte)
AIM: Spookshow Billy billymcdreary

Quinn Allman age 19 (The Used)
AIM: Quinneth xox quinneth_xox

Ray Toro age 23 (My Chemical Romance)
AIM: Toro Tainted toro_tainted

Keshya Nheira age 22 (OC)
AIM: KeshyaKun keshyakun

FEMALES:

Jac Vanek age 19 (Scene Queen)
AIM: x jacvanek jaclikewhoaa

Ashlee Simpson age 20 (Singer)
AIM: sweetly simpson sweetly_simpson

Kate Gilbert age 20 (Gods Girl)
AIM: a cupcake kate acupcakecate

Hanna Beth age 19 (Scene Queen)
AIM: Love Hanna Beth hannaxbeth

Audrey Kitching age 20 (Scene Queen)
AIM: atothakitch atothakitch

Not Just A Fragrance By Calvin Klein (5)

2007-12-13T18:22:18Z

-Title: Not Just A Fragrance By Calvin Klein
-Author: valiaclaire (moi)
-Band/Pairing: Quinn/MCR fella..its obvious, don't worry
-Chapter: 5/7?
-Rating: R
-Summary: I’m trying not to cross over the line, to let my love turn into obsession. Obsession isn’t pretty...and neither is stalking, but I am good at both and they say you should go with what you know, go with what you’re born to do....Oh so AU.
-Disclaimer: I own no one and know no one. This is all fiction.
-Author's Notes: Okay so this chapter is really extremely long, lol. Quinn likes to write I guess, lol. I think this is my favorite chapter so far. Hopefully you guys will like it too. Comments would be delicious. Chapter 6 will be up soonish. And chapter 7 will be finished soonish.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

x-posted ages ago in sexagons_r_betr and mychemicalslash

Chapter 5 - Golden

Date: May 11, 2006; 8:49 PM
Location: Bedroom
Mood: Golden
Subject: Your little Quinnie's been a bad bad boy

Frank stepped up to me at school at my locker first thing this morning. I’d barely gotten my books out of my book bag before I noticed him hovering behind me. That’s not the kind of thing I want to deal with in the morning. I had a nightmare last night. The last thing I need is a pissy Iero trying to poke me in the ass at 7:45 in the morning.

Hey, I said turning around and giving Frank an innocent smile.

Mikey said he saw you out walking yesterday. Its funny cause I thought your mom wanted you home yesterday. So, I called your house just to say hi and your mom answers and says you hadn’t been home all day nearly. Dude, what the fuck? Why’d you ditch me? said Frank angrily, though his eyes read nothing but hurt.

I had to feel a little sorry for him. I didn’t realize hanging out with him would mean that much. Poor ickle Frankie-kins, I’m sorry. I was just...PMSing. There’s shit going down at home between me and my dad. I just had to get out for the day. I told my mom that morning that I’d be home late. I just wanted to be alone. I’m sorry, Frank. I was a dick. I shoulda just told you.

Yeah, you were a dick...but its cool. I love me some dick, hehe, said Frank with a grin, laughing at his own joke.

I laughed too, appeasing him, and then held my hand out to him, So all’s forgiven?

Frank smiled again and grabbed my hand, a satisfied look in his eyes, Course. You know you could always talk to me right? I’ll listen. I know about dad’s, trust me.

I’ll remember that...so wanna hang out today? We could go to the park and skate and all that, I suggested, grabbing my books for first period.

Uh... nah. I was heading over to Mikey’s for our English project. How much do you know about John Keats? asked Frank, raising an eyebrow.

Well, he’s my favorite poet so I think I know quite a bit, I said easily. This was a chance to see Gerard again. I was not going to let that pass me by. Even if I knew nothing about Keats, I still would have said I knew him like a lover.

SWEET! YES! I’ll tell Mikey. You have no idea how hard a time we were having. We’ve had forever to do this but we kept blowing it off. You lucky bastard, coming into the school year so late.

Frank gave me a little punch in the shoulder and then the bell rang and he ran off, yelling again about how he’d tell Mikey. I nodded and then made my way to class, PE. I don’t despise or loathe PE, but its not my most favorite class in the world. I look like such a fucking dork in those shorts. Why does it seem like I’m the only person with extremely tiny embarrassing shorts? Fuck. But whatever, I’m letting it go. Its all pointless to care about. I don’t want to be on their stupid little teams. Who cares if I get picked last when I’m actually damn good at dodge ball? Ugh... I swear I’m over it. Its all petty shit anyways...

Okay, I’m over it for real now.

I spent most of the school day daydreaming, wondering about how things would go down at Mikey’s, if he’d be a dick, if Frank would be breathing down my neck the whole time spewing his horrible jokes, and if Gerard would be there. I daydreamed about catching Gerard in the bathroom....naked in the bathroom and dripping wet after getting out of the shower. The mirror and windows would be all fogged up from the steam and his expression would be of complete surprise, his jaw dropped and his lips forming a pretty little “O“ shape. His hair would be clinging to his forehead and he’d be frozen reaching out for a towel, but his front would be facing me and completely exposed. Needless to say, I had developed a nice little tent in my pants during US History I that I took care of as soon as class was over. By the time the final bell rang I was more than ready to get to Mikey’s and had my books all packed up in record time. I met up with Frank and Mikey outside on the steps and we proceeded to walk to Mikey’s...Damn it, my laptop battery is about to die. I have to go plug this thing in, be right back.

Date: May 11, 2006; 9:54 PM
Location: Bedroom
Mood: Annoyed...pissy
Subject: Damn comp

Yeah, sorry about that. That’s what happens when you use a hand-me-down laptop. Anyways, the walk was long and boring and tedious. I spent most of the time memorizing the surroundings, so I would know how to get there on my own. Its a 30 minute walk from the back of school, so it’d be an hour walk from my house, a 30 minute ride on a bike... Frank had been going on and on about something, but neither I nor Mikey was responding. All day Mikey’d been so jumpy and as we went on our way to his house, he was so quiet. I watched him for a while. He walked stiffly and his mind seemed to be elsewhere for the most part. He was nodding along to Frank though. He never looked at me once. When we finally got to Mikey’s, I was frozen to my spot. His house...its brown with white shutters... its the same exact house that was in the reoccurring dream I was having. I just stood there dumbfounded. How could I dream of Mikey’s house before even getting there? What’s it all mean?

You aren’t Harry Potter. You aren’t going to just apparate inside, said Frank suddenly into my ear.

I jumped. Mikey was standing at the door, holding it open for me, frowning. Frank laughed, then smacked my ass before saying, In you go, sleeping beauty. We’ve got work to do.

I gave him a look and he pinched my cheek, then headed into Mikey’s house.

Sorry...got a lot on my mind. Your house looks nice, I said to Mikey, before entering. He gave me a little smile and then locked the door behind me.

Mikey’s house is.... okay. Its got a nice living room. It looks like it’ll be okay for a small party and there isn’t anything breakable in it really or priceless. The TV was a good size and there seemed to be a couple of good DVDs there, but we didn’t stay there long. Mikey ushered us to his bedroom nearly as soon as we were inside. Its up the stairs, first door on the left. The room was pretty average and neat, cleaned up for company I‘m thinking. There was nothing on the floor and the walls were white with a poster of The Smith‘s up by the bed. He had a desk in one corner and a computer. He had a bookcase, dresser, closet, etc. We settled on the floor in the middle of his room and began working. I told them all I knew of Keats’ life; that he was born on Halloween, how he lost both his parents and his grandfather at a young age and his brother, how he’d wanted to be a surgeon and how his failing health and lack of wealth prevented him from marrying the woman he loved. Frank said it was all romantic and tragic and had thrown himself against me with his hand over his forehead, imitating a fainting damsel. I pushed him off and we laughed. I hate to say it, but sometimes Frank is somewhat amusing.

He’s right though... about the tragic romanticism. That’s why I chose Keats for us... all of his poems seem to be dripping with a little desperation, said Mikey carefully, not quite looking me in the eye.

Nah... I don’t think so. He knew his time was running out, but he still had hope. He wasn’t completely emo. I think that’s why I like him. He has his down poems and his tragic moments, but he still has his up poems and his glory poems and he never gave up on love. He’s pretty remarkable, I said honestly and a little passionately.

Mikey looked me in the eyes then and a small smile formed on his face, Yeah...he is...Plus all the cool people die of TB.

Exactly. Ha! and I laughed and Mikey laughed and it was weird...but not in a bad way.

After we’d finished laughing we looked at each other for a moment, sharing smiles, but then Mikey went all blushy and turned away. He started fixing some of the papers and Frank shook his head. It had been a nice moment, but it was over. It was time to get down to business. Since we’d been there, Mikey hadn’t mentioned his brother once. Gerard was my reason for being there. I had to find him.

Hey you guys, I think I’m thirsty so I’m gonna go down to the kitchen. Want anything? I asked, getting up and stretching a little.

You don’t know where it is. I should go, you’re a guest. Mikey said, pushing his glasses up his thin nose.

No its okay, my legs were falling asleep anyways. I’m sure I can find it on my own, I said, shrugging.

He’s a big boy, he can more than handle himself I’m sure, said Frank, giving me a wink, Get me a Mountain Dew while you’re down there.

K. You, Mikey?

No, I’m good....

I’ll be back then, I said, turning around and closing the door behind me.

I wasn’t really thirsty, but it was an excuse. There were three other doors on that floor. The first one across from Mikey was the bathroom. The second, next to the bathroom, was a closet. There was a door at the end of the hall, but that was their parents room. I frowned and headed down the stairs, but I wasn’t thwarted yet. I looked around the first floor for the entrance to the basement, it was the only other place his room could be. The entrance was near the back door. I knocked on it. No answer. I put my hand on the knob, prayed it would be unlocked and turned it. Success. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time and I wanted to be quick about it, but I still went down the stairs slowly. They were rickety and creaky and the banister attached to them was shaky. I was holding my breath. When I got to the bottom I looked around, eyes wide as saucers, heart beating against my chest so hard it hurt. His room was dimly lit and small. There floor was covered in dark green carpet and the walls were black. There were several bookcases against the wall right by the base of the stairs. They were filled with comics and books and videos and notebooks. On top of them were little figurines and statues and a little blue-ish metal sword. I walked up to them and picked a few up. I played with them a little. I recognized the Full Metal Alchemist character he’d been looking at the day I first saw him. Guess he went back for it after all.

After that, I turned around and looked more at the room. Against the back wall was his dresser and one of those closets you buy from the store that zip up and you have to put it together. There was a bed connected to a couch, open and unmade in the center of the room, a coffee table with art books, a sketch pad, and different colored pens on it and a tv in front of it all against a wall. Hanging on the wall was a calendar and some paintings that he probably painted himself. The other wall was covered with more art and a few posters of The Misfits and Iron Maiden, plus there were three easels, two had blank canvases and the last was unfinished. I think he was making a dragon. I wanted to further examine it but I was being called toward his dresser. There was a lamp on top of it and some pictures of Mikey and I’m guessing his parents, and then some chick who I assumed was a cousin or maybe his fag hag. I didn’t really care about the pictures though. I looked around and scratched at my hands. I knew I had to go soon. I couldn’t get caught. But I couldn’t leave yet...not without a piece of him. It wouldn’t be stealing. It would be barrowing. I just wanted a small part of him to take home with me, that’s all. I wasn’t going to borrow a painting or something really precious to him. Just something small that he would miss but would still carry his essence like an article of clothing or something. Without a second thought, I started going through his dresser. I couldn’t help myself. I pulled out a couple of shirts and sniffed at them. They smelled like fabric softener. I frowned and closed the dresser. I had fabric softener at home, I could sniff my own damn clothes if I wanted to smell that. There was a dirty clothes hamper on the other side of the dresser, filled with clothes. I smiled to myself. It was the scent jackpot. I started pulling out different clothes; jeans, t-shirts, wifebeaters, ...underwear. I put everything else down except for the underwear. They were cute blue briefs. I figured he was more of a boxers guy, but I guess anything is possible. I brought the crotch part up to my nose and breathed deep. My eyes rolled back into my head and I moaned into them. Fuck yes. I know its cliché, I know, but I had to. I just had to sniff them...and I had to stick them into my pants pocket. I swear I’ll give them back after I’m done with them. Next time I’m over at Mikey’s, which will be soon hopefully, I’ll gingerly put them back into his hamper. I promise.

What are you doing down here?

I jumped. I completely forgot I was supposed to be doing something. My mind blanked.

I said what are you doing down here? The voice sounded tense and annoyed. It was Mikey’s.

I shook off the shock and turned around.

I was looking for Gerard, I said coolly, frowning a little at Mikey’s frown, I hadn’t noticed him when we got in and then when I went to get the sodas I remembered about him. I was hoping he’d show me some of his drawings or paintings. You’re always bragging about him, I figured it was time to check them out.

Oh really? Mikey challenged, eyebrow raised.

Yeah...what’d you think? I said incredulously, screwing my face up to look annoyed and just a tad bit hurt.

Oh...nothing. I was just...You were taking a while. Frank was being a dick. I was just checking to see if you were alright and I was getting away from Frank, Mikey said, looking down, Sorry.

S’okay. I shouldn’t have wandered off. I’m a very bad sheep, very, very baaaaaaa-d, I said, walking up to Mikey with my hands up by the sides of my head to make them look like sheep‘s ears.

Ha ha. Come on, Quinnie-sheep, I’ll take you back to the flock, Mikey laughed, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me forward.

Baaaa. Thanks so much, master, I said, giving my leg a little kick to the side and then going up close to Mikey and licking his cheek, Baaaa!

As soon as I licked his cheek, Mikey let go of my collar and went beet red. He started to stutter something but then he just ran up the stairs. He caught me completely off guard with that and I didn’t think to call after him. After a few seconds I just shook my head and went up stairs. I found the kitchen pretty easily. It was a simple kitchen; table, chairs, stove, fridge, etc. I got out the Dews and then headed back up.

What’d you do? Steal his ass virginity? Frank jokingly asked, eyebrow raised, pointing with his thumb at Mikey who was sitting on the floor, legs crossed, face down and red.

I narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth to speak but Mikey yelled out instead, Shut the fuck up, Frank! Quinn didn’t do anything. So just drop the fucking subject so we can work on this stupid project. Its your fault we didn’t have it finished sooner anyways! You’re such a fucking lazy sloth! I kept telling you we needed to do it. If it weren’t for you, Quinn wouldn’t have to be helping us and we wouldn’t have to be rushing at the last fucking minute!

Frank’s eyes went wide and he apologized quietly. After that there wasn’t much talking and we got a lot done. Mikey didn’t look at me at all for the rest of the night and we didn’t have any really cool, excited discussions about Keats. Mikey’s mom came home at around 6:30 and invited me and Frank to stay for dinner. Frank said he would but I declined. I called my mom and then she came and picked me up. I got to say goodbye to Frank but Mikey wasn’t around. I told Frank to tell Mikey I said bye. He said he would and then started to say something, but stopped. Instead he told me he’d see me at school tomorrow and kissed my cheek really quick. I called him fresh and then gave him a little smack on the cheek and then laughed. He laughed too, said some lame sexual innuendo, winked, and closed the door. Frank’s an asshole.

Anyways, its late now and this is pretty long, so I guess I’ll finish now. So, good night all. Its time that I had some intimate time with Gerard’s underwear. *winks*

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Suggestions?

Not Just A Fragrance By Calvin Klein (4)

2007-12-12T03:46:28Z

-Title: Not Just A Fragrance By Calvin Klein
-Author: valiaclaire (moi)
-Band/Pairing: Quinn (The Used)/MCR fella..its obvious, don't worry
-Chapter: 4/7?
-Rating: R
-Summary: I’m trying not to cross over the line, to let my love turn into obsession. Obsession isn’t pretty...and neither is stalking, but I am good at both and they say you should go with what you know, go with what you’re born to do....Oh so AU.
-Disclaimer: Its all lies. None of this ever happened. I've made it all up.
-Author's Notes: So I completely forgot to post this due to lack of comments, but I'm starting back up again. So I'll post 5 soonish and then 6 and then by some miracle i'll actually write chap 7 and therefore finish this fic. If I actually do manage to finish this within the next month or two, expect a different chaptered fic that is also unfinished but will hopefully be finished by the time I'm done posting all the stuff I already wrote. SO yeah, phew, lol. Enjoy. Comments would be extremely nice.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

x-posted ages ago in sexagons_r_betr and mychemicalslash

Chapter 4 - Blind

Date: May 10, 2006; 7:58 PM
Location: Bedroom
Mood: Good, thanks and you?
Subject: Blind

I went to the coffee shop today. I took a seat at a table in the corner where I could see who came in and out. I ordered a latte and I waited. Every time the door opened, my heart seemed to jump out of my chest. Every time the door opened, it wasn’t him. It crushed me. I finished my first latte and ordered a second one and a muffin. I ate the muffin slowly. It took me nearly an hour to finish it. The black haired boy still would not show. My latte was tepid by then. I drank it anyway. I got there at 3:30. I had told Frank I couldn’t hang out with him because my mom wanted me home to do laundry and clean my room. He’d believed me. I left the coffee shop at 6:30. It seemed like a complete waste of three hours. I sighed, grabbed my book bag, left the coffee shop and headed down the street. I was so pissed. I turned the corner with my head down and crashed into someone.

What the fuck? Watch where you’re fucking going you-

I looked up and shut up. It was the dark haired boy from Hot Topic....and Mikey.

I’m...I didn’t mean....I crashed into you and..., I started, completely embarrassed and turning red.

The pale boy only shook his head and patted my shoulder, Its cool. I wasn’t watching where I was going either.

And at that moment, I forgot how to breath.

Hey, Gerard, this is Quinn. He’s the new kid from Utah. And Quinn, this is my brother Gerard, said Mikey, pointing to me.

Pale boy was Mikey’s brother. I wanted to fall into the floor and die. I went completely pale myself.

Gerard smiled at me (he fucking smiled at me) and extended him hand, Ohhhh, so you’re Quinn. Pleased to meet you. You’re all Mikey’s been talking about lately. I was wondering when I’d get to meet the famous Quinn Allman.

It was Mikey’s turn to blush then as I looked at him momentarily, before staring down at Gerard’s outstretched hand, the same hand that I’d seen him brush through his hair repeatedly at the mall, the same hand that looked so steady and delicate and maybe even soft. Was it soft? Do I like soft hands? I grabbed his hand then. Yeah, it was soft. I nearly forgot that I was supposed to shake it. I did though, shake it, too vigorously, and I held it for too long. It was warm too, by the way. I had to try hard to suppress a sigh when he let go of my own rough hand.

So uh...Mikey’s told me a lot about you too...You’re a really good artist...like award winning...or so I’ve heard, heh, I’d managed, giving a nervous laugh, because I was, of course, extremely nervous, like do-I-cut-the-red-wire-or-the-blue-wire-to-deactivate-the-bomb?!nervous. I’m surprised he didn’t see me shaking.

Gerard gave an embarrassed smile then and I felt my face turn bright red, the fact that he smiled over something that I said making me want to fall faint, Hmm, well, I’m not that good. Mikey kind of embellishes things sometimes, but thank you. Did Mikey tell you that I was going to have a going away party to celebrate me finally getting the hell out of Jersey?

Yeah, I told him and I invited him a little bit ago. He said he’d get back to me on it, said Mikey suddenly, nearly cutting Gerard off and then giving me an expectant look.

Uh yeah, I was gonna ask my uh, my mom. Yeah, I think I can go, but I’ll have to remind her and stuff, I said, mentally kicking myself.

And stuff? Well let Mikey know when you find out. We’re heading to the cafe over there and then to the movies. Want to come or...? Gerard began, giving Mikey a quick look.

Mikey’s eyes went wide for a second before he said forcefully to Gerard, Gee, I think Quinn probably has to get home or something. So maybe we should invite him some other time okay?

Geez, Mikes....Quinn, excuse my brother, he’s on his period, Gerard said apologetically.

Nah, its okay. He’s right, I have to get going anyways, I said, Mikey’s pms sobering me enough to be able to talk to Gerard without stuttering like a child, So it was a pleasure meeting you, Gerard. I guess I’ll see you around?

Yeah, I’m sure you’ll bump into me at Mikey’s. I don’t lead that much of a busy life that you won’t see me bumming it at home playing PS2 and eating a pint of Ben and Jerry’s, just wasting my life away, said Gerard dramatically.

He wasn’t all that funny. I laughed anyways...and he laughed too...and I wanted to jump on him. If only I could have. Instead, I turned to Mikey and told him I’d see him at school and he kind of nodded at me and then I started walking and they walked past me. I stopped and turned to watch them go into the cafe...and to watch Gerard’s ass. He was wearing tight pants again, oh what a sight that was. I masturbated as soon as I got into my room. Despite the fact that I seemed completely lame and childish in front of Gerard, what took place today was a step in the right direction. All this time I was hardly paying attention to Mikey, and his brother turns out to be the Hot Topic boy. Its so completely insane but it makes perfect sense. I had noticed it. That’s why I’d stare at Mikey like that, duh. *smacks head* I guess he resembles Gerard a little, but only a little. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the fact that I’ve gotten to speak to Gerard. I need to get to Mikey’s house more often. Forget Frank, he’s useless to me now. Its all about Mikey in order to finally have Gerard. Yes. So now I definitely need to get to that party. I’ll ask my mom when she gets in, till then I’ll wait here and look at journals and all that...

But you know what gets to me though, besides the obvious fact that Gerard actually talked to me (I sound like such a fucking chick)? Mikey’s reaction when Gerard invited me to join them. What was that all about, that look? Why wouldn’t Mikey want me around? Was it that evident that I wanted his brother? Was he trying to protect him from me? But why would he think that there’s a need for protection? He has no idea about my past....

My mom’s home. Gonna go ask now. Bye.

Date: May 10, 2006; 9:13 PM
Location: Bedroom
Mood: Happy
Subject: To finish what I'd started...

She said yes as long as my dad doesn’t have a problem with it. My dad will be perfectly fine with it. He wants me to bounce back from the tragedy of the past and make friends and live life again. So yeah, this is gonna be fucking sweet!

Gerard will be mine. 10 Days till the party. I have so much to do until then, you guys, so much...

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Chapter 5

Hemlock College RPG - Members of My Chem still available!

2007-12-04T22:35:06Z

NEW RPG, PLENTY OF CHARACTERS AVAILABLE!

Welcome to Hemlock College; located in the heart of Apple Valley, California.

.Just Sleep.

2007-12-01T04:21:12Z

Title: Just Sleep [standalone]
Author: howxixdisappear
Prompt: 63- Whisper
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: PG
Summary: I stay awake for hours, watching. Memorizing you.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Author Notes: I wrote this during science class, cos I had nothing better to do. :] It's a really short story, but I think it's cute. In a weird sort of way.
Warnings: Pure fluff.

Breathe In, Breathe Out

Three words. Chapter 1

2007-11-17T00:07:43Z

Blood drips from my fingers. How could I think I was cut our for this? I'm so worthless. As I walk through the streets, I think of him. The boy I fell in love with.
Maybe I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Frost. I'm an 18 year old boy. your wondering why an 18 year old by is walking around New Jersey at 2 o'clock in the morning. Well, I can't sleep. And your parents drugged out friends having a party at your house doesn't help. As for the blood,I cut just to know I'm alive. Not that anyone else does. knows I'm alive I mean.
Later that morning, I'm standing outside the school smoking a cigarette. I'm not suppose to smoke on school property but everyone does. In fact, the principal just walked by me and nodded. He stops at the door and turns.
   "Frost, right?" Oh. Shit.
   "Yeah." my voice weak and kinda bored.
    "Don't stay out too long. Its frosty today."
   I laughed a little as he smiled. I'm glad he's in a good mood.
After I finish my cigarette, I pull out a new one. I'm waiting for Frank. He's a friend of the boy of my dreams. But I've never told him that. He's walking up now. "Can I bum one?" he ask.
   I hand him two. I always give him one extra. He'll probably smoke them both while waiting for Gerard and ,*sighs*, Mikey.
   Mikey. I love his name. Its so cool. He's so quiet around everyone else. I don''t think I've said twenty words to him ever at one time. But I say enough to get him to start. He can just go on and on when you let him know your listening. I love to hear him talk. He goes on about everything that unimportant. Like if he's gay or anything like that. He tells me about Gerard's boyfriends and how things are with Bob and Ray.They're both twenty and daring. They're friends of Gerard and therefore I know them through Mikey and Gerard.
"Can I bum one?" Gerard asked. I hand him one.
"Want one, Mikey?" I always ask him. He sometimes takes one. He's 16 and Gerard is my age. Frank is the same age as us also. So, i hold out the pack toward him with one sticking out for him to take. He nodes and takes it.
   We all finish our cigarettes and head inside. Its cold out today. My hands are numb. And Mikey notices. " how long have you been outside?" he ask.
"Been walking around town since about two this morning. Why?"
   "Why have you been walking around all night?"
"Couldn't sleep." I stare at the floor. Thats only partly true. How could I tell him my parents were always drunk or high? How could I tell him something that would just further push him away?
   Mikey looked at him sideways. He didn't believe Frost story. "Frost, you can tell me anything." He emphasized anything.
Frost stopped dead. What did he know? "Mikey, I can't tell you anything. If I did you ..." He stopped, looking at Mikey.
   "I what Frost? Please just talk to me." He pleaded.
Frost looked at him for a long time. Mikey. He thought sadly. Oh Mikey. "What if I told you I was gay?" He asked. He waited for Mikey's reaction. Mikey just looked at him for a second.
"Good." he murmured and looked at the floor.
"What do you mean 'good'?" Frost asked.
Mikey blushed. "I.." he started. " I have a crush on you." he stated slowly.
Frost stared at him. "Oh my god." his jaw hung open.
"Are you mad at me?" he asked.
Frost just stared at him for a moment. "Mikey" he said slowly. " I have a confession to make." he paused. "I have had a crush on you for forever." He emphasized forever.

Note from author. This is my first fan fiction. and the first chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Please comment and let me know what you think. thanks.