Post #160

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Fics:
Are You a Meat Lover (Frank/Gerard)
Haunted by day (tentacle!Gerard/Mikey)
Tonight (kitten!Gerard/Mikey)
Covered in skin (Bob/Emilie Autumn, Gerard/Dean, Gerard/William, SPN crossover)
Frank/Gerard, missionary
Therianthropy (Alicia/Mikey/Pete)
Well, I Can't (Well, I Can) {MCR!Gerard/Poison Party)
Ryan! Stop Licking the Window! (fox!Ryan)
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And We’ll Dance Again (Bad Things 'verse) 2/3

[elisera]

“We should’ve told them to go hunting days ago. It would‘ve gotten the itch settled before they went ballistic,” Ray mutters, long fingers punching the controls harder than necessary. A pissed off Ray is not as good a video game player as a relaxed Ray so Mikey lets him stew and says nothing to reassure him that everything will be just fine.

Bob grunts his agreement, flipping his knife one handed to a beat only he hears. He has an ear bud in to monitor the police frequencies but so far nothing fitting their pattern came up. Though that means nothing when it comes to Gerard and Frank. Mikey’s nonetheless thankful they’re not drawing police attention. The guys have been off the grid for ten hours by now but Mikey will give it another day before they go actively looking for them. This is nothing like when Gerard vanished into thin air time and time again during the months after Elena’s death.

“Maybe we should take a vacation,” Bob says after a while.

Ray frowns. “They‘re at each others throats because those two workaholics haven’t been busy enough lately and you want to send them to the beach?”

“Fuck, no. Just--,” Bob shrugs and sighs. “When we did anything bloody it was always fucking work and no fun.” He waves his knife and Mikey has to squint when the sunlight reflects off of the blade. “I just think we shouldn’t take jobs for a couple of months, just hunt whoever we want. Let Gee be creative.”

“I‘ll talk to Ma,” Mikey says. Bob is probably onto something. For now they’ll have to wait, though and irrationally Mikey hopes the collateral damage won’t be anything like the last time Frank and Gerard lost their tempers. Cleanup had sucked.

…

Mikey wakes up to his cell phone buzzing on the nightstand. It’s Gerard, sending just a street number. Mikey sighs as he gets up and pulls on his jeans. There’s no way in hell they can get anything around this area of town that isn’t gas station coffee at this time of the night.

…

The address turns out to be a car repair shop housed in a big, imposing brick building, standing a bit off to the side of the other buildings in the street. Hopefully Gerard and Frank where quiet enough and didn’t wake up any of the tenants or the neighbors.