Enough To Close Your Eyes To

[charactereyes]

Title: Enough To Close Your Eyes To
Pairing: Bert/Gerard
Rating: R
Summary: There was a little spot underneath his eye- an "angel's kiss," his mother would have called it, although the irony of applying that term to a boy Bert had gotten both vomit and semen on would probably have killed her- that got redder and starker when he was embarrassed or

Comments

[tabbyscout]

*sniffle* So tragically beautiful. It was really lovely and all your little foreshadowings were perfect. It fit very well together and you captured the mood completely. The tone was like a dimly lit bunk in the wee hours of the morning that smelled of sweat and sex. You got it perfectly.

It would be interesting to see a sequel to this. Years after they parted ways. Really it'd be just nice to get more of your writing.

[ishyface]

I think if I wrote a sequel it'd go like this:

"BERT YOU ARE A DOUCHE."
"NO GERARD IT IS YOU WHO IS THE DOUCHE."
"..."
"..."
*boning*

Except less caps and more words.

And thank you! ♥

[ishyface]

I'll assume that was a good "oh god"! \o/

[shitgun]

:[
so sad and so perfect and so lovely.

[ishyface]

TYVM, Bethieface. *snugs*

[shitgun]

very welcome.
*snugs back*

[xstunt_pilots]

this is. snaww. i want to steal bert and keep him in a little room filled with cotton candy and bunnies, and watch him sit there and be all moody and emo and stare at gerard's sketchbook forever. but i am also very sick and very full of OTC cough medication right now. so

[ishyface]

I get the idea that Bert would love to be in a room full of bunnies! Or tiny dogs. Or tiny dogs wearing bunny ears, a la Bunny Marie Way.

RETIRED BERT/GEE WOULD BE AMAZING. I'd read that shit so hard. Bert would be that inappropriate old man who everyone thinks has dementia but no, he's just Bert. Gerard... well, Gerard would probably be that old guy who's way too emotionally invested in soap operas. And yells at people who talk in the TV room, even during commercials.

(Fuck, now I wanna read a bandom retirement home AU.)

[xstunt_pilots]

BUT THEY'D BE LIKE, 40. AND ALL SENILE AND CRAZY AND CRACKED OUT. GET SOMEBODY TO WRITE THIS FOR US. XD

And Quinn would be the one who does the gardening, and like, takes care of roses and stuff and pulls his pants up too high. And Jepha will be the weird health/fitness buff, who jogs five miles every morning in a horrible color-coordinated tracksuit, and Dan lopes behind him in his walker trailed by ten feet of knitting and a thousand cats. The long-suffering Brian Schecter (Jr!) runs the place, and does things like pick used condoms out of the bushes because THERE IS VIAGRA. OMG. XD CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT TERRORS THEY'D BE WITH VIAGRA?!

One word my friend: SHUFFLEBOARD.

[ishyface]

I AGREE WITH THIS MOTHERFUCKING COMMENT

Poor Brian Jr. He would not even be able to say his life, so hard, because there is Viagra and that could be a pun and if he thinks about that too hard he might cry, a little.

SHUFFLEBOARD. YES. And hour-long card games that inevitably end in shouting matches! And jazzercise classes that always involve someone's false hip giving out! (Bob's?) And somewhere a few wings away old!Pete Wentz leering intensely at someone's grandkid!

[manhattan_blue]

This isn't usually a pairing I read all that much but something about this fic really caught my eye. And I'm so glad I decided to read it because it was so sort of hazy and beautiful. I loved the foreshadowing and the weird little clues to Gerard's actions and feelings along with the blurry and romantic monologue in Bert's head. It was so poignant. Mem'd.

[ishyface]

Thank you so much. <3

[manhattan_blue]

You're very welcome. Thank you for writing it. It totally makes me want to write something myself.
I totally rec'd this at my journal, but I doubt anyone read it because I just made a new journal and so my f-list is teeeeny lol