Interactive crossword fun, anyone?

[ladyfoxxx]

So has everyone seen that AMAZING Kerrang! article yet?

Let's do the crossword together, shall we? But with a TWIST. For each clue you answer, you need to use the words OF THE ANSWER to do SOMETHING.

EXAMPLES OF SOMETHINGS YOU COULD DO
Write a short comment!fic/notfic/vaguely ficcy thing
Rec a fic!
Link to a fanvid, art or interview!
Link to a related tweet!
Write a HAIKU
SOMETHING ELSE COOL I HAVEN'T THOUGHT OF THAT SOMEHOW USES/REFERENCES THE WORD/S IN THE ANSWER.



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Okay, I'll do one to get the ball rolling.

20 ACROSS: You know what they do to Guys Like Us In Prison
I'm gonna rec dancinbutterfly's AWESOME Prisonverse fic, You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison. Like Oz, but with Bandom boys. Featuring Mafia Frank, and his trusty bodyguard Bob and Pete as the fucking kingpin of D-Block. Ouchy and awesome. And did I mention that Ray is a Priest?

YOUR TURN.

FILL LIST

6 ACROSS - I DO adorable marriage commentfic by cereselle
20 ACROSS - LIKE US IN PRISON fic rec by me
28 ACROSS - SHARPEST LIVES Serial killer Waycest by kat_lair READ THE WARNINGS.
2 DOWN - HONEY THIS MIRROR jedusaur recced her recent commentfic 'Sweet'
9 DOWN - INCH smoking hot crossdressing fic by manuanya
11 DOWN _ BABY sweet commentfic by nevlongbottom
12 DOWN - DESOLATION Gorgeous OT3 ficlet by tuesdaysgone and fleurdeliser
14 DOWN - WE DON'T NEED fluffy road trip fic by turps33
18 DOWN - LAST career spanning commentfic by graciexmae
21 DOWN - NOT OUT getting clean commentfic by sparklyfiend
24 DOWN - DD - cup size related commentfic by jedusaur

Comments

[theletterelle.livejournal.com]

6 ACROSS: I Never Told You What I Do For a Living

California. Finally. After the overturn of Proposition 8, the San Francisco mayor went back to performing the ceremonies. Hundreds of couples waited in line, eager, excited, relieved.

It was their turn. Gerard squeezed Frank's hand. The mayor smiled benevolently down on them. "Do you, Gerard, take Frank to be your lawfully wedded husband..."

"I do," said Gerard.

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

Aww this is GORGEOUS! Best use of the answer I can think of.

I am so glad I am not playing this on my own. BOOM!

[manuanya.livejournal.com]

bestest ♥

[akamine_chan]

Awww.

<b>9 DOWN</b>: INCH

[manuanya.livejournal.com]

9 DOWN: INCH

(oops, would have been good to actually use the word in the thing then ;-))

(it's something I wrote a while ago but never posted because there's this whole backstory on why Gerard is wearing a skirt and why he's so insecure that I never got to write so, I hope it counts. If not I can delete it. *nervous*)

Frank is already half half when he enters their bedroom and Gerard's standing by the bed, unsure of what to do, what to expect.

Frank's hand finds its way under Gerard's skirt immediately and he almost growls when he feels the satin there, stretching over his hips and cock, soft material over hard flesh (he loves the contrast). He sinks to his knees, lifting the skirt up an inch and opens his mouth over Gee's cock, licks him through the material. Gerard's breathing is unsteady and fast, he fists his hands next to his body because he's not. He's not supposed to control.

Frank gets up again before Gerard loses his balance, leans in closer (rubs his cock against gerard's hips), asks, "What do you want to be, today?"

And Gerard says, "Yours."

Frank reaches over to the nightstand, to get the lube and the condom but Gerard tries to stop him, stutters a bit embarassed, but it's too late, drawer already open and Frank. Well, he is stunned. it's not what he expected. It's relatively small, looks like flesh, not intimidating at all. He takes it out and rubs it, between his hands, makes Gerard gasp when he licks the tip.

"Feels real."

Gerard blushes and turns his head to the side, fingers fidgeting against his legs.

"You could have told me." Frank says as he hands Gerard the plastic cock and the lube, sits down next to him. And then. "Let me watch." (it comes out more as a whisper because, fuck, suddenly he has all this images in his head)

Gerard's gone too far to protest and Frank looks so turned on, cheeks flushed, expectant look on his face and he wants this. He spreads some lube on his fingers and on the dildo, places his feet on the bed and the angle is weird and hurts his wrist when he pushes a finger in but it makes his cock twitch and Frankie growl, low in his chest and, yeah, it is good.

He adds another finger and a third, rocks back and forth on his hand, eyes firmly on Frank, before he takes the dildo and his hands are shaking, lips trembling.

But Frank just nods and it's reassuring, yes, and his eyes fall shut when he pushes the dildo in, legs falling further apart, spread on the bed and he feels the skirt rubbing against his cock as he moves his hips, steady and slow. He finds his spot immediately (it's not the first time), presses against it (hard, hard, so hard) before pulling away a bit, a moan falling from his lips.

He feels Frank's hand close around his own over the dildo as he pushes it in again, faster this time and he adds a rough twist to it that makes Gerard lose his breath and gasp for air (maybe it's not the first time Frank does that, either).

"Fuck, Frankie, want..." (but he can't.)

"What?" and Frank is hard, so hard, eyes dark with lust, skin glistening (and it's all for him).

"Want you to fuck me."

Re: <b>9 DOWN</b>: INCH

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

JFC woman, you are KILLING ME. Of course it counts, whatever this is for fun and no way are you deleting this.

*makes seal noises*

Re: <b>9 DOWN</b>: INCH

[turlough]

Nice!! (And now I'm really curious about the backstory so you need to write that too some day!)

Re: <b>9 DOWN</b>: INCH

[akamine_chan]

*fans self* Oooh.

[sparklyfiend.livejournal.com]

21 Down: Not Out

Gerard heaved, knuckles whitening as his fingers tightened around the seat of the toilet. His stomach churned, and his brow was dripping with sweat: day five of going cold turkey, and he was regretting the side-effects more than the lack of alcohol or drugs. He groaned, and spat into the bowl, before slumping back onto the floor.

Frank came in, nose wrinkled prematurely against the acrid smell in the small bus bathroom.

“You okay, Gee?” he asked, passing the older man a glass of water and crouching down by his shoulder.

Gerard took a couple of grateful gulps, and gave Frank a weak smile. “Yeah, you know me, Frankie. Down but not out.”

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

Wow this is ouchie and very likely actually happened. So Gerard though, to be be willing to keep going. Thanks for participating!

[akamine_chan]

Ouchie. *pets Gerard*

[manuanya.livejournal.com]

oh wow, this is intense!

12 Down - DESOLATION

[tuesdaysgone.livejournal.com]

Erm. You'll figure out what this is from shortly, I think ;)


Frank's gotten better at heading off the mid-packing distractions, but there's more shit in this fucking closet than he remembers. Probably because Gerard keeps buying things and "forgetting" to show him. Frank supposes he should be thankful they make it into the closet where they belong at all.

They have a pretty solid block of time spent just working under their belt for once, and it's all ruined when Grant makes this noise. Frank looks up and he's examining two leather jackets. They're the ones from the Desolation Row shoot and god, the look on Grant's face. Gerard is grinning from ear to ear and grabbing at the one that's his. He slips it on and makes a tough face and Grant chuckles and slings an arm around Gerard's waist and kisses him.

"I don't know how these directors keep managing to make us look tough," Gerard says when Grant pulls back. "People like you just laugh at us when we try to look tough in real life."

Frank snorts. Grant wordlessly holds the jacket out to him, but Frank shrugs a little, "It'll be fucking huge on me, now."

"Please?" Grant asks. Frank sighs and then slips it on. He's right. He's swimming in it and he feels his face scrunch up. As fun as that shoot had been, he'd been pretty miserable for a few months there. For a variety of reasons.

Grant grabs the lapels and pulls him close. "When I saw that video, the number of filthy fantasies I had about the two of you in the back of that police wagon are innumerable."

"Way back then? Really? I was..." Frank trails off at the frown on Grant's face. He glances back at Gerard and Gerard has a similar frown.

"Of course back then," Grant says.

"Frankie, you were gorgeous," Gerard insists.

Grant pulls him even closer and whispers, "I remember wishing I could do this," before pushing him against the door of the closet, sinking to his knees, and opening his fly. And before Frank can really process anything, his cock is in Grant's mouth and his hand is on Grant's head, holding him there. The scuffs and patches on the jacket keep catching his eye and they somehow turn him on even more. The thought of back then, Grant being on his knees in front of Frank in one of those backlot alleyways is almost more than Frank can take. Before he know it or is at all ready for it, he's coming down Grant's throat. He slides down the door and Grant pulls him close, hands under the jacket.

"Like that?" Frank gasps.

"Yes, exactly like that. Sometimes handcuffs were involved," Grant says and Frank groans because god.

Re: 12 Down - DESOLATION

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

I LOVE YOU. I MEAN THAT MOST SINCERELY.

Ugh, I love how self conscious Frank is about how he looked and how Gee and Grant are having NONE of it. And the idea of Grant being hot for them way back then.... *____*

Also? Handcuffs. *makes a noise only dogs can hear*

Re: 12 Down - DESOLATION

[anoneknewmoose.livejournal.com]

eeeeeeeeeeeee ♥______________________♥

Re: 12 Down - DESOLATION

[turlough]

Wonderful!!!!

Re: 12 Down - DESOLATION

[lovebashed.livejournal.com]

ungh YES! more ot3 fic! i love this, but once again it left me yearning for more!

Re: 12 Down - DESOLATION

[akamine_chan]

Um, yeah. I love this. \o/

[turps33.livejournal.com]

14 down == bonus track We Don't Need Another Song About California.

Have some fluff.


Dubious, Ray eyes the car Gerard has hired, the bright pink, huge car that he's hired. "A road trip, really?"

"It'll be like old times," Gerard says, up on tiptoes and ass in the air as he arranges luggage inside of the trunk. "We can reconnect."

"I call shotgun." Frank throws his bag on the seat, claiming his space. "And if we're recreating old times we'd better get to piss in bottles and eat candy from truck shops."

Gerard straightens, looking at Frank over the wings of the car. "Just don't throw the bottles and hit any other cars this time."

"Or miss and piss on my leg," Mikey says, where he's already sprawled on the back seat.

"That happened once," Frank says, hand shading his eyes as he watches Gerard try to jam in yet another bag. "Your brother holds a grudge."

Distracted, Gerard keeps rearranging. "Try throwing up on him, he never forgets that shit."

"So this is how it's going to be, whole days stuck in a car listening to talk about vomit and piss." Ray takes a step back, but then stops, his grin wide. "I'm in."

Beaming, Gerard takes a map from his pants pocket, smoothing it out on the trunk. "Think we can make California?"

"Probably not," Ray says simply, watching as Frank settles in the front seat, his feet on the dash and already arguing with Mikey about CD choice. "But let's try anyway."

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

LOL, you KNOW a roadtrip with those guys can ONLY end in piss and vomit. God they are disgusting and ADORABLE. Lol Frank that happened ONCE. And I love that Ray is so in anyway.

♥ LOVE this.

[graciexmae.livejournal.com]

18 down: Last

The guys like to think that, with this band, the lasts are just as important as the firsts; perhaps even more so. The lasts lead to new beginnings, and new avenues for them to explore. They might hurt sometimes, but they wouldn't be My Chemical Romance without them.

The last time they watch Frank Iero stand on a chair to watch one of their shows; the time they ask him to join them. Without a doubt, the best decision they ever make as a group.

The last time they play in a shitty bar or basement because they have to; because they've signed to a major label. They get to play arenas and festivals now, and the only time they play a gig in a tiny club is when they want to.

The last time Gerard gets completely fucked up; the time he finally decides to get clean. It's like the fucking sunshine coming out from behind a cloud after years and years of darkness.

The last time they have to fucking argue with Otter; the time he finally storms out and they don't stop him. They lose a friend that day, but they gain another because of it.

The last night they stay in the mansion; the night they nearly don't make it through. Nothing about it was fun, but it lead to their defining album, and helped them all define themselves.

The last time they record with Bob; the time they all leave feeling defeated instead of angry. It hurts like hell for all of them, but it makes them stronger in the long run.

The last album they ever record; the one they love enough to leave as their final legacy. It's a big deal, knowing they won't record together again, but it's an even bigger opportunity for them all to move forward.

The last show of the last tour; the show where they pull out all the stops, and give those kids hell one last time. It's not the perfect set, but it is the perfect feeling, and that's all that really matters to them.

(I'm sorry this is probably awful. It's the first thing I've written in an eternity. :/ )

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

Oh honey I LOVE IT. It's sort of tear-jerky awesome and I love the way it spans the whole ten years. Frank on his CHAIR. Gee getting CLEAN. AGH Bob. AGH THEIR LAST SHOW. This makes me want all the future fic ever.

Thank you so much for posting this. Three times. :DDDDDDDD

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

28 ACROSS: SHARPEST LIVES

Ugh yeah, so I wrote a Mikey/Gerard serial killers AU ficlet (http://kat-lair.livejournal.com/283519.html). Warnings: dark, implied violence (to people and animals), all around wrongness. Link goes to my journal, because I didn't want to traumatize people too much over here.

I’M SORRY (mostly about the rabbit)

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO THE RABBIT?????

*FLAPS*

[nev-longbottom.livejournal.com]

11 DOWN: BABY


"Hey Rollerbaby, whatcha doin'?" Gerard leaned in the doorway of the dead Pegasus as he watched Grace struggle with a pair of heavy looking combat boots.

"Frank stole me a hoverboard. It's really just a skateboard with magnets and wheels, but it skims pretty fast." Grace didn't look up until she had threaded the boots herself and stood on woobly legs.

He pressed his fingers over his mouth to cover his smile. It wasn't the same as watching a kid ride her first bike, but it was just as good.

[sparklyfiend.livejournal.com]

This is so sweet that I could dunk it in my tea. I love Grace in Dustverse fic <3.

[jedusaur]

*dons obnoxious puzzle nerd hat*

That kind of puzzle is known as a skeleton crossword or a kriss-kross, not a crossword. It's remarkably poorly designed, to boot. I'm actually impressed that someone managed to fail that badly at making a kriss-kross. They're not hard.

*removes obnoxious puzzle nerd hat, dons self-promotion hat*

I think my kiss-meme drabble Sweet fits the answer HONEY THIS MIRROR pretty well (2 down).

*removes self-promotion hat, dons ridiculous crackwriter hat*

24 Down: DD

Gerard prodded his chest gingerly. "Look, Mikey, I know you're trying to help, but the point is to be convincing."

"There is no better way to convince people you're a woman than having tits." Mikey stuffed another Kleenex into Gerard's bra. It looked like it was about ready to explode in a shower of fabric and tissue bits.

"Can we just... look, real women do not have cantaloupes attached to their chests." Gerard smacked Mikey's hand away and pulled out about two-thirds of the tissues in the bra. "Look. That's more realistic."

Mikey scowled. "Fine. But glitter eyeliner, no arguments."

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

Oooh two answers in one post. Girl, you're on fire.

Also, this is gorgeous and there will never ever be enough fic about Mikey helping Gerard crossdress. EVER.

:D

13 ACROSS: HEAVEN

[fueledbygaymen.livejournal.com]

Okay so everybody has submitted fics for this so far so I'm going to recommend something a bit different.

Here is a cover of Heaven Help Us by Alex Schegetz.
She has tons of other covers you should check out, too.

1/2

[dishonestdreams.livejournal.com]

Here via kat_lair's offering, I'll offer something a little sweeter :)

25 ACROSS: ENOUGH FOR

Ray’s cell phone is ringing.

Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem. Ray doesn’t mind his cell phone ringing; he likes his friends and his family and not only are they the only people who have his cell number, he also never seems to have as much time to talk to them as he’d like to (so much for being a world famous rock star and getting to set his own schedule). Now, though, is not a good time for phone calls. Now is a little after four in the morning and Ray’s still asleep enough to have just sent half the contents of his dresser top flying across his bedroom in his scramble to find his damn phone.

There are no good reasons for his phone to be ringing now and there’s a healthy dose of fuckfuckfuck underpinning the relief as his fingers snag hold of the familiar plastic just in time to catch the call before his voicemail does, “’Lo?”

“So, I was thinking,” a familiar voice says down the line and Ray drops back against his pillows, pressing the heel of his free hand hard against his eye.

“Mikey?” he says groggily “Whas’matter? Is Alicia okay? Are you okay?”

“What?” Mikey says, honest confusion just colouring the sharp consonants, “We’re fine.” He pauses for a moment and then says, “Well, I’m fine. I guess Alicia’s fine, but I haven’t actually asked her. She’s asleep.”

There’s an irritable So was I ready on the tip of Ray’s tongue but he bites it back. Because this is Mikey and Ray is not that guy with Mikey. Not anymore. “S’four in the morning, Mikey,” he says, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Oh,” Mikey says, “Huh.”

Ray waits for a second to give Mikey a chance to finish that sentence but there’s still a grey haze blurring the edge of his vision and he can’t hold out for long if he’s not going to fall asleep with the line still open, “Mikes?”

“I lost track of time,” Mikey says thoughtfully, “Sorry.”

2/2

[dishonestdreams.livejournal.com]

“No worries,” Ray says and there aren’t really. There’s still a jitter under his skin; an echo of that panicked anticipation and moment of startled wakefulness that came with hearing his cell ring, but its fading fast in the face of Mikey’s unshakeable calm. “What’s up?”

“You made me waffles,” Mikey says and Ray blinks.

“I made you waffles?” he echoes, nonplussed. It doesn’t get any clearer with the repetition.

“Yeah,” Mikey says, “That’s why we’re cool.”

Ray frowns. It is too freaking late to be translating Mikey-speak. Or too early. Whichever it is, he is definitely not awake enough for this conversation. “You want to explain that one for me, Mikeyway?” he asks quietly.

Mikey’s smile is evident in his voice, “For every dick thing you said to me back then, you always made me waffles in the morning. So, I knew it was about the music and not about me. I just wanted to tell you that’s why we’re cool.” There’s a brief hesitation, just a flicker of a second before Mikey adds, “So no more apologies, okay?”

“Fuck,” It slips out before Ray has a chance to bite his tongue; Mikey’s offhand dismissal, his easy forgiveness of Ray’s shitty, shitty behaviour, hitting him like a solid left hook to the gut, “Jesus, Mikey. Fucking waffles? How does that even come close to making up for the shit I pulled with you on that album?”

Mikey’s shrug is almost audible, “It was enough for me,” he says simply and Ray could cry at the easy acceptance in Mikey’s voice of things that shouldn’t be easy to take. Except he’s been trying not to be that guy so much either.

“You’re too good to us,” he says instead because he never wants to stop being that guy and Mikey snorts.

“You sound like Gee when you’re tired,” he says, “Go back to sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay,” Ray says easily, like he hasn’t realised he’s letting Mikey get away with changing the subject. It’s deliberate; there are better times for this kind of conversation than the middle of the night when he’s still sleep-addled and barely-conscious and Mikey always forgets that Ray isn’t Gerard. Ray is the one who remembers in the morning, especially when the talk’s about something that’s worth holding on to. Ray’s pretty certain there’s nothing about Mikey that isn’t worth that, even if it seems Mikey doesn’t see it that way.

It can wait though. Besides, in one way, Mikey’s right. He does need to get back to sleep; he’s got an early start looming.

After all, there are waffles to be made.