Timestamp Meme

[ladyfoxxx]

Work is in a lull, I'm feeling a bit antsy, and I haven't done this one in an age - timestamp meme!

Choose one of my fics and give me a timestamp - e.g. two weeks before or five years later - and I'll write you a comment fic notfic* telling you what happened.

My up-to-date Masterlist is here

PLAY WITH MEEEEE.


*Changed this because history has proven that I can't write commentfic.

Comments

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

THREE WEEKS AFTER HARD CANDY :D? :D? :D?

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, okay, NGL, this one is kind of a hard one for me because OMG I have imagined the follow up to HC in SO MANY WAYS. And shiningartifact has thrown some awesome ideas at me and even emailed me paragraphs and paragraphs of amazing awesomeness which has totally coloured my impression of how the whole thing would go down. And I would like to preface this by saying I've probably borrowed a LOT of it from her, and credit where credit is due.

See because when Frank leaves the peep show that day he is SO fucking sure that he'll be back, riding high on adrenaline, completely pumped up with how GOOD the experience was, how much he and Gee CONNECTED and how much he HAS to see him again, OMG. So afterwards, his skin still warm and rough from wiping himself down with the paper towel, he stands outside on the grubby street and takes in the signs and landmarks - programs his internal map to remember where the fuck he is so he can come back. Trying to figure out how soon he can AFFORD to come back.

And he does come back. He comes back THREE TIMES. And WALKS PAST THE PLACE three times without going in. Even though he PLANS TO every fucking time. He has fucking wet wipes in his back pocket, he's wearing his GOOD JEANS, he has THOUGHT ABOUT CONVERSATION TOPICS. But he just, fuck he's a pussy, because now that he doesn't have his dick in his hand and the buzz of hot adrenaline in his veins he just doesn't KNOW anymore. It's just a name, right - he doesn't even know if it's real (yeah, he does, it's totally real). No it's - fuck, it's Gerard's JOB to make him feel special, to make him want to come back, to KEEP coming back and he's a fucking sucker for falling for it.

But then he thinks about those unsure looks and that little smile. How completely NOT professional Gerard was acting and every other fucking detail from Gerard's lips, to the smooth skin of his back and ass and how he sounded when he came and - yeah okay so maybe he's jerked off a few times thinking about it. Or even a lot of times - and fuck, he doesn't even CARE if he's getting played, he just wants to do it again.

So, the fourth time he goes to that store, on that street, in that neighborhood, he looks up a the sign above the door that says "peepshow", steels himself, and he goes inside.

He shoves his hands into his pockets because he's fucking NERVOUS and he doesn't want it to show and he nods briefly at the kid behind the counter who's nose is buried in a comic and who doesn't even LOOK UP or seem care that Frank is a tiny human being and looks underage. Which is a relief because Frank's not sure he could even talk right now. His heart is in his throat by the time he gets tot he private booth (thank CHRIST it's empty) and he shuts himself inside, breathing too loud, hands unsteady when he pushes his money into the box.

The numbers flash, and he hits 3 without even thinking about it. He rubs damp palms against the front of his jeans while he waits for the blind to roll away. He lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding when he starts to see feet, calves, thighs in skinny jeans. But when the blind gets high enough to see hands and arms, Frank can see ink that should NOT be there. In fact, it's a full sleeve tattoo (a pretty cool one, if Frank's honest but he's so NOT paying attention), and the skin underneath is way too tan to be Gerard's and when he looks up to see the guy's face he's not at all unattractive but he is so so SO not Gerard.

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[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

The guy grins at Frank with these teeth that are way too big for his head, and when Frank just gapes back he points at the handset - much the same way Gerard did the last time Frank was in this room - and it's just SO, so wrong that Frank can't even bring himself to lift the handset, he just apologises to the guy even though he KNOWS he can't HEAR him, fumbles with the lock and gets the fuck out of there, with like 9 mins worth of money still in on the clock and he doesn't fucking CARE.

God he's so STUPID. What was he THINKING?

He steps out into the street and the traffic noise is a physical assault. He stomps around the corner, down into this tiny alley, just needing to get away from all the noise. He gropes for his cigarettes, god he just needs to chill the fuck out and have a smoke and stop being a fucking MORON. He swears at himself around the smoke hanging out of his mouth and his fucking lighter won't ignite so he swears louder and keeps clicking it til his thumb is sore and fuck he's so fucking stupid and-

CLICK.

A zippo flips open in front of his face, pale fingers with chipped black polish curled around it against the wind. Frank's eyes trace up the hands, over arms clad in an ancient leather jacket, to find Gerard smiling that adorable smile at him, one side of his mouth pulled higher than the other, the wind blowing his messy hair in front of his eyes as he holds the lighter out for Frank, the tiny yellow flame dancing in the wind.

"You need a light?"

Frank can't even SPEAK, he can't even BREATHE. He blinks at Gerard like he's somehow willed him into existence with his BRAIN, like if Frank closes his eyes for too long he'll DISAPPEAR. But he doesn't. His grin gets a little unsure when Frank just stands there not actually DOING anything, just staring dumbly with his unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. The little flame on Gerard's lighter gives out and Gerard makes a put-out noise and lights it again and that shakes Frank into motion. He leans down to light his cigarette, sucking a drag of smoke that is sort-of calming and watches while Gerard lights his own cigarette.

For a moment neither of them say anything - Frank tries to remember those conversation topics but they are just fucking gone now - Gerard is standing SO CLOSE to him, he's right THERE and fuck, was he this good-looking last time?

"So, ah, you came back." Gerard says, finally, eyes dancing between his cigarette and Frank's face.

"Yeah, Um. But, you weren't-" Frank cuts himself off before he can say something stupid.

"Huh." Gerard says, looking at Frank really intensely, like if he stares hard enough he'll see right through him to the wall Frank's leaning on in this pretend-casual way.

Whatever he's thinking seems to process and he smiles. It's like a punch in the chest the way it hits Frank, so fucking gorgeous. "You came to see me?"

"Yeah, well," Frank shrugs, because DUH isn't it obvious?

Gerard just blinks at him again, his expression going a little soft for a long moment. Frank's about to speak just to fill the silence, when Gerard straightens up a little, and Frank catches a glimpse of him looking honest-to-god nervous before he says, "Well um, I just finished up, so I'm like, done for the day. Do you maybe want to get a coffee?"

"Yeah." Frank says, all the air rushing out of his lungs as his heart flips over. "Yeah I'd like that."

Gerard beams at him.


(Have I ever mentioned how hard I FAIL at commentfic? and wow this wasn't even supposed to BE commentfic. /o\)

[slashxyouxup.livejournal.com]

DAMNIT YOU ALREADY WROTE THIS FOR PIZZA VERSE FOR ME LAST TIME! *sulks*
xo

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

You can pick another timestamp in the same verse? If you want? A POV change?

[jrho.livejournal.com]

Maybe Bob and Ryan from 'How It Works' meeting up after Panic gets signed?

[trcunning.livejournal.com]

This! And now I get to prompt a different story but also maybe get this one. (win)

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

Oh dear! Okay I have to tell you something, see I DID start writing the sequel to How It Works and, well let's just say that I refer to it as my Big Gay Soap Opera. It is... over 40k and somewhat ridiculous, and I don't know that I will ever be able to turn it into a real fic. Or finish it.

So um, yeah I can't really not!fic it, since I sorta already ficced it? But like, I could paste you a chunk?

*facepalm*

[brooklinegirl.livejournal.com]

1 year after Black Satin. \o/?

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

Oh goody! I was not expecting this one, okay and GO.

So the panties thing, becomes A Thing. Gerard absolutely wears them onstage under his jeans the next night, and he molests Frank a lot more than usual and has a LOT of trouble hiding his hard on. He barely makes it off stage before Lyn's dragging him off to any place vaguely dark and private and he nearly chokes trying not to make too much noise while she jerks him off and jesusfuck the satin feels good against his dick when she does that. When she's not kissing the fuck out of him she's whispering in his ear how fucking HOT it made her to know he was wearing them, and how much he was getting off on it.

So yeah, it becomes a theme on the tour. The guys eventually figure it out because wow, Gerard is TERRIBLE at keeping secrets and it's particularly obvious when he starts wearing selections from Lyn-Z's lingerie that are more... feminine in colour. And it's so totally NOT even CLOSE to being the weirdest shit Gerard's done they're just like, 'eh' *shrug*.

Then there was the time when Lyn cornered him, about 5 mins before he was due on stage, dragged him into the dressing room and slid her panties off from under her skirt and handed them to him. And okay it was a fucking struggle to get his pants off so he could put them on and he had to fucking run to make it to the stage on time but holy SHIT that was worth it. He was fucking on fire, the whole show, knowing Lyn-Z was side stage with NOTHING ON under that tiny skirt and fuck, the moment they finished the encore he was dragging her into the dressing room and locking his band out and he barely got his fucking pants open, he just needed to be INSIDE HER and they didn't even bother trying to be quiet that time. (The guys didn't even pretend not to notice, and while Ray looked so uncomfortable his HAIR was blushing, Frank totally just high-fived Gerard afterwards.)

That was about the point in time when Gerard realised he was gonna marry Lyn-Z.

But yeah, this is not the story I'm supposed to be telling.

So okay, a year later (well a year and a bit, thank you Bandom Timeline) and they're fucking MARRIED and co-habitating, and making art together, and having ALL THE SEX and they have a GIANT dress up box, and they're done touring, and just chilling out and being people and being sickenly coupley. Okay, Gerard's missing the guys pretty hard because that's what happens with tour family, but it's okay because Frank's birthday AKA Halloween is coming up and they're ALL getting together for a massive blowout. And wow, maybe he's got a LITTLE too much time on his hands given how much planning he's doing on their costumes - but they're totally going to take advantage of it as an excuse to play dress ups in public. (Well the guys totally know - so much more than they want to - about Gerard's penchant for women's clothing, so Gerard's costume is not even gonna be a big deal.)

So Gerard's basically going to the party AS Lyn-Z, and he's getting really good at it now, he's got his own pair(s) of knee high boots that actually fit, his hair is long enough to get into pigtails and he's figured out how to apply Lyn-Z's extremely red lipstick (All Fired Up!) without it getting smudgy. He even has proper bra-pad things like the kind they use in the movies to fill out Lyn-Z's bra (he could buy a bra that actually fits him better, but he prefers to wears her, even if the straps are a little tight) that he's sporting underneath the cute sniper shirt he's wearing, teamed with a tiny black pleated skirt. He does still need a little help from Lyn getting the boots done up though, those sky-hook lacing things are fucking complicated.

He looks fucking HOT, even if he says so himself, but he is in no way going to be the centre of attention tonight. Not with Lyn-Z beside him.

"Babe, are you nearly ready?" He shouts through the bathroom door - she wouldn't even let him help her get dressed, even though he's the one who got her costume made (god he's gonna owe a favour to Colleen for that one, but holy HELL so worth it) - she had some idea about keeping the mystery, and being able to reveal the look as a whole, to give it more impact.

As usual, she's totally fucking right.

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

Do untitled ficlets count? If so, Pete/Mikey on a motorcycle (http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/53183.html#cutid7) 6 months later.

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

Better late than never?

*

Mikey's bike slides, kicking up a dustcloud as they skid to a halt outside another nameless abandoned gas station.

Mikey's ears as still ringing when he and Pete burst through the doors, boots smacking hard on dusty concrete as they sweep the place. Mikey clutches his gun, still warm from the shootout, ducking gracefully between the battered shelves, eyes scanning for any movement, any sign this place is spoken for.

He lets out a breath. It's deserted. "We're clear."

Pete's at the window, scanning the horizon, jitter in his fingers. He jumps at Mikey's light touch to his shoulder, coiled tight, ready to spring.

"It's okay, you got them all. There's no more coming." Mikey can taste sand, clinging to his lips from riding without a helmet. He can still feel the hot brand of Pete's fingers at his waist, holding tight as they sped across the ground, Pete's blasts dull in his ears under the rush of wind.

Pete's still out there, still fighting. Mikey holsters his gun and steps up behind him. He wraps an arm around Pete's waist, tucks his head into Pete's neck to nuzzle him softly. "It's okay." He whispers.

He can feel the too-fast pulse of Pete's heartbeat under his lips. He shifts his hand higher on Pete's chest, feels it there too. "I'm here." Mikey says, spreading his fingers wide over Pete's heart. Pete's chest shifts under Mikey's hand as he lets out a long breath.

The near-silent moment is erased when Pete turns in Mikey's arms, dusty fingers coming up to frame his cheekbones and pull him in for a hard kiss. Rusty shelves press hard into Mikey's shoulder blades as Pete pushes him back, pressing his tongue into his mouth, tasting him. He's breathing hard through his nose, and it brushes Mikey's cheek. Mikey can taste the road on him, the sharp tang of fear and the rush of blood that comes with gunfire. He falls into the kiss, letting Pete suck him into the adrenaline current, giving it all back, letting the need run through them like a feedback loop.

Mikey breaks the kiss, panting, and turns them, shoving Pete back against the windows. He fits his hands tight to Pete's wrists and holds them out, pressing the back of Pete's hands to the dusty glass. He's so jumped up he's sure he can feel the pulse of blood under his fingers as he leans in, his panting breaths bouncing back of Pete's lips before he kisses him again.

There's nothing soft about it. Pete's body is hard against his, their teeth clash as they wrestle to get closer, Pete trying to tug his hands free, already impatient to touch. Mikey releases Pete's wrists and immediately drops to his knees, hard on the dusty concrete, fighting with Pete's belt and zip. Pete's hands are already in Mikey's hair when he gets them open, then he's tasting sweat and smelling leather, the music of Pete's choked noises in his ears as he sucks him down as far and as fast as he can.

There's no time to ease into it, they're overdue already and the guys will be flipping when they hear of the firefight. Mikey shifts straight into overdrive, sliding one hand under Pete's balls, stroking a finger between his cheeks, flicking his tongue.

Pete's fingers tighten, twisting in his hair. It stings, but it's good, he can feel it – he's alive. He bounces his head, working his mouth as fast as he can, breathing hard through his nose. He's hitting every short cut, every trick to make Pete moan. It works. Pete grips Mikey's head, fucking his face, and Mikey lets him. He needs this, wants it. Pete's dick tightens under his tongue, feeling huge in his mouth, then he gasps, shaking, convulsing and coming, repeating Mikey's name like a breathy mantra. Mikey pulls off enough to swallow, hot and bitter on his tongue - good, real, human.

He reaches for his belt as he climbs unsteadily to his feet. Pete grins, his teeth pressing against Mikey's cheek as he leans in, sweaty, blissed and fucked out. Mikey gets his dick out his pants about the same time Pete starts licking Mikey's neck, biting in that good way, giving him goosebumps. Mikey's sweat lends slide to his hand as he jerks himself off, breathing in Pete, and sweat, and dust, as his fingers find a rhythm.

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[shiningartifact.livejournal.com]

Hi darling. Work sucks today.

Can I have 8 hours after Fuck Standards (http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/53183.html#cutid3), please? I'm dying to see where the story goes with the three of them. *______*

8 hours after Fuck Standards 1/3

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

Sorry I didn't get this out in time to help you on your horrid Monday - I have never been particularly fast at these kinds of things. Hopefully I can brighten your Tuesday instead! Or at least add some porn.

*
There's a boy in Gee's basement. Well, okay, that sounds a lot creepier than it is. He's not like, tied up and being tortured or anything. Gee's just doing what she would be doing any other Friday night - watching videos with Lindsey, eating popcorn with extra butter - but she's having trouble settling into it and relaxing because Frank is here too.

Frank, is sitting on Gee's bed, in Gee's basement and Gee is totally not used to having boys down here. Well, except for Mikey, but he doesn't count. Oh, and except for that time that Mikey brought that guy Pete from the interstate soccer team down here, but Gee's not supposed to know about that, and she doesn't want to know about that, so yeah.

Anyway, there is a boy on Gee's bed. And it's Lindsey's fault he's even here because she's the one who invited him. Well, sort of. After the whole making out at lunch thing (which ended way too quickly when one of the teachers decided they were being 'indecent', what-the-fuck-ever) Lindsey teased Gee mercilessly about her boycrush and kept talking about how cute Frank looks when he blushes, for the rest of the day. Then when they were leaving school, Frank was right there at the school gates, and they could have just walked past him and gone on with their lives, but no, Lindsey turned around and glared at him, until he said "What?" and she shrugged and said, "You coming?" and just like that he was invited to movie night at Gee's.

And now Gee is having a really hard time concentrating on this supposedly-terrifying French horror film, because trying to read subtitles when she can feel the warmth of Frank's shoulder next to hers, when she can smell that musky scent of the deodorant he came back from the bathroom stinking of, when she can remember what his lips felt like when he kissed her... well, you get the idea.

Apparently she's not the only one having trouble concentrating, because Lindsey keeps sighing and wiggling around on the bed beside her like she's bored too. As much as Gee isn't getting into the movie, she feels kind of bad for the filmmakers that they're being such a terrible audience, so she turns to say something to Lindsey about suspension of disbelief, but she doesn't get two words out before Lindsey's tongue is in her mouth.

Gee makes a small noise of surprise which Lindsey swallows and then they're kissing and Gee's having a hard time remembering why this is a bad idea. Lindsey is a seriously good kisser, okay? And she's really getting into it, pressing Gee backwards until hey - is that Frank's shoulder digging into her back? Right, yes it is, because there is a boy on Gee's bed, how the hell did she forget that?

She breaks the kiss, panting, tasting Lindsey's lipstick on her mouth. Her face feels really hot and even though she doesn't really WANT to remind herself that she's making out in front Frank for the second time that day, she can't help but look at him. And he is staring back at both of them, biting hard on his wet lips and looking so turned on, and hot, and gorgeous.

Gee's breath catches and she's stares right back, anything she might have wanted to say dying on her lips. Lindsey laughs and shoves Gee forwards and suddenly Frank's right in front of her, sharing breath, licking his lips and for a moment it's awkward and Frank looks really unsure, but then he leans and kisses her so sweetly she can't even fathom not kissing back. Gee slides her tongue into Frank's mouth, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders.

Lindsey leans in behind Gee, chuckling softly into her neck as she presses her breasts into Gee's back, crowding Gee closer to Frank until he's sliding down on the bed. Gee climbs on top of him, chasing his mouth, then Lindsey's giggling and stretching out over both of them. Gee's sandwiched between them, Lindsey all warm and soft at her back, Frank hard and solid against her front and fuck, she didn't expect this, didn't plan for it, but she can't stop now, it's too fucking good.

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[ciel-vert.livejournal.com]

Can we ask for timestamps in the time travel verse? :D?

Because Fun Ghoul in 2005 would be AWESOME. Or! 5 years after Frank gets back to 2005. :D? :D?

[melusina]

This is what I was going to ask for. . . :D (Also, I'm just going to stalk this entry all day, because it's WAY more interesting than work. . .)

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

Oh time travel verse is totally acceptable! As long as you specify which Frank and like, which 2005, which you have. So that's ace. I will totally get onto that. Heee.

[trcunning.livejournal.com]

Skeleton Records (http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/8795.html)?

[turlough]

A Milkshake With Two Straws I want to know what happened on their second date :-D

[greedy_dancer]

DON'T THINK THIS IS HOW YOU'RE GETTING OUT OF WRITING ALLLLLLL THE TIME-TRAVEL SIDE-STORIES!!!!

Um. That said... One week after Fun Ghoul makes it back to his future?

[halfeatenmoon.livejournal.com]

Can I ask for, like, a sideways notfic about Movie!verse where you tell me about some of the other people on the crew? Like what Green Day do in sound, or the camera guys, or the costume department?

Alternatively, if you can remembar that far back, could you tell me how that Chris Cheney/Darren Hayes fic of yours was supposed to end? It's been bugging me.

[dancinbutterfly.livejournal.com]

When Panic and MCR meet up again after How It Works (No, damnit. You are NEVER EVER EVER getting off the hook for that. Ever. Do I need to have another nervous breakdown to get you to rework that? Because so help me, I will)

When Pete and Patrick cleaning up the mess (physical and emotional) after Emergency Contact

[inomuiro.livejournal.com]

This meme is all kind of awesome and I'm having really a hard time picking only one of your fics, nnngh...

Ok. One month after "Mind your J's and G's" :)

[manuanya.livejournal.com]

A few weeks after Looking For Fast Love, please?

:D

[kasuchans-v2.livejournal.com]

I'll give you three choices, you choose the fic (because I think you should get a little say too!):

Morning/Day after The Blue Room
Morning/Day after Emergency Contact
Four months after Hard Candy.

:D LOVE YOU LADYFOXXX