works in progress!

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stealing this from dancinbutterfly, because i just couldn't resist. lol now you can see how many WIPs i have. and this doesn't even count the ones that aren't officially started yet, or are in not!fic stage, or are just handwritten and not typed up yet. /o\ and these are just in alphabetical order by file name; i just went down the list. lol

Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!

• Ray hunched down a little in order to button up Frank's jeans, and then his own, and then Mikey went over to them and scratched his fingers through Ray's hair.


• “But will you at least tell me if it’s because you don’t want me to know what happened to you, or because you don’t want me to know what’s going to happen to me?”


• Frank was sometimes too much of an asshole, and Gerard was sometimes too dependent and clingy, and Gerard knew that Frank sometimes needed a breath of sanity away from Gerard’s craziness, even though Frank tried like hell to hide it.


• He lifted his hand to Frank’s hip, so it wouldn’t look like he was groping his boyfriend out on the couch (even though Gerard totally got away with that; it wasn’t fair, because Frank wasn’t even his boyfriend), and Frank pressed back against him with a little, quiet noise that Bob didn’t know how to interpret.


• He left the computer where it was on his stomach; its warm weight was comforting, grounding, as if he’d float to the ceiling without something holding him down.


• He’s grinning, in that maniacal way that means he’s about to kick the shit out of whatever or whoever gets in his way.


• He follows her around, doing everything he can to try and make it up to her, and maybe Gerard explains to the other guys, because none of them give Frank any shit for it.


• Frank used to be proud of his tattoos: they were a badge of honor amongst thieves, a record of his accomplishments, but now they rate him as a low-class acquisition, second-rate, not worth attention or good fortune.


• Mikey, like Bob, seems to be shocked into stillness at the sight of a sudden, random orgy breaking out in the middle of their practice session.


• When he’s near enough, Frank reaches for him and clings tightly; Gerard’s arms come up around his back automatically, and it’s warm and familiar and Gerard just smells normal, and his clothes feel normal, and his hair gets stuck on Frank’s lips, and Frank can finally close his eyes and pretend, just for a minute, that they aren’t locked in a tiny room and that he doesn’t feel like complete shit.


• When Gerard asked Jamia how they met-no doubt having already heard Frank’s version of events-Jamia answered, “He told me my tits were fantastic.”


• He cocks his hips and starts again, this time leaning into the mic, grabbing it with both hands as he sings.


• It takes a few seconds for Bob to really kiss him back; Gerard can tell Frank’s making him nervous, and maybe Ray is too, but Frank’s the one on top of him, pressing his nose to Bob’s throat.


• Frank’s heart aches worse than he’s ever felt before; the poor little bird is dying.


• He didn’t know why they were lying, because Gerard really was an artist, and Michael really did sell his paintings and drawings at exorbitant prices, but they must have had a reason, and Frank liked them too much to draw attention to whatever they were hiding.


• “Yes,” Brian broke in, “but Frank’s the most likely to set himself on fire now that Lindsey’s learned not to, so we’re taking preemptive measures.”


• So when Frank stutters on “Jesus,” and it comes out as “Gee,” I understand, because I do the exact same thing.


• He longs for the day when Frank will agree to use plates and silverware like a normal person.


• Gerard found himself watching Frank as they prepared for bed each night, remembering the feel of the calluses on his fingertips and the taste of his tongue, and wondering if Frank was thinking about the same things, or if he was thinking about his girlfriend.


• Gerard’s smiles are rare these days, fleeting and small, and Frank wants to catch them and hold them every time he can.


• Gerard smiled wryly; he’d effectively ruined his chances with a really hot guy by taking him hostage.


• Gerard freaks the hell out and gets super worried, but Mikey calmly asks what’s going on, and Frank says the guy he picked up was a cop, and he’s been arrested, and he couldn’t call his parents and he doesn’t have a lawyer, and he really needs help and can they please help him, please, and by the way, tell Gerard I’m okay because I can hear him freaking out in the background.


• After a particularly strong wave crashed onto the beach, Jamia turned to him and said, “You miss it, don’t you?” [i love this fic sfm, btw]


• Bob would jerk off in the shower if they were in a hotel, or the men’s room at venues if they weren’t, and then he would shake his head and sigh, and Frank would climb on his back (bony knees pressing into Bob’s ribs, strong fingers clutching the collar of Bob’s shirt, sharp chin digging into Bob’s shoulder) and everything would be the same as ever.


• It must be an illusion, because none of the lights change intensity, but the wings appear to soak up even more of the yellow glow, until they’re glowing themselves, and the rest of the area seems dim in comparison.


• “Were you always like this?” Frank asked, glancing up at Gerard without moving his head.


• He’d seriously fucked up everything he’d worked so hard at keeping under control, and Gerard was being oblivious and Jamia kept pressing him, and Frank just wanted quiet for a little while.


• Now, it's just something Frank does sometimes-not often, because it makes Gerard uncomfortable, and yeah, it's kind of creepy, but when you're in love with your best friend, you just need something.


• “It’s as though I know two different people; the Gerard I met last summer, and the one I wrote letters to all year.”


• If she’s honest with herself-and she usually is-Lindsey admits that she’s always been a little bit jealous of Frank, and even Jamia, because Gerard’s weirdly open about his sexual history and has told her flat-out that they’ve had threesomes on occasion.

let's see if you can guess what 'verse these are from. *obsessed*

• Gerard obligingly turned back and fixed him with a hard glare that he must’ve been practicing when Tony wasn’t watching, because it looked positively venomous.


• Unfortunately, most of her friends were Mikey’s friends, and most of Mikey’s friends were also Frank’s friends, and Frank’s friends were criminals.


• There was nobody sitting on Gerard’s other side.


• “He took a fucking bullet for me, Gerard, I’m entitled to show him a little fucking respect.”


• “I lost the person I loved before you were born. I can’t really imagine being with anyone else,” he finally replied.


• “He’s going to end up dead because you’re trying to turn him into Frank.”


• He was older again, tattoos blossoming across his chest like stains soaking through his body.

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masquerade ball tonight. still not sure what i'm going to wear. roomie and i talked for hours last night, total sleepover talk. pretty much awesome. religion and catholic school, bitchy friends, army uniforms and how the military issue glasses are called BCGs for "birth control glasses", which is totally adorable. love her. and a group just came by our room wanting us to go to a bible study, lol.