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I told you I was only ever going to do memes from now on. Here's two!

Hey look - my first DW crosspost! Go me! (I sure hope this works now). I actually started this post a while ago by my internet has been bodgy so here are some now-out-of-date statistics!

I saw a bandwagon that wasn't full so I jumped on it. Here's My Top Ten fics on AO3 meme-thing. And I'm copying

greedy_dancer and noting movement since last time I did the meme.

Top Ten Fics By Hit Count

1. James Cameron Got It Wrong (Previously #1) 6936 hits. I have a feeling this one will hold the top spot permanently, I can't see anything else taking it over unless I fall into a new and hugely popular fandom. It's a big bang with time travel and selfcest and all kinds of ridiculousness but I still love it a stupid amount

2. Price Of Pretty (Previously #2) 5087 hits. I still so TORN about this fic being number two because YAY SPANKING but augh, it was my 2nd fic back in fandom and in my pre-beta days, full of passive tense and grammatical issues and epithets galore! But it's still very close to my heart... and my loins.

3. Against The Wall (Up from #7) 3570 hits. This one has rocketed up from number 7! I have NO IDEA why? Maybe it got recced on tumblr? Um but yeah, dates back to when I used to be able to write a 2k fic. Pure PWP with D/s and name-calling and stuff.

4. While You Were Unconscious (New!) 2748 hits. My no-tags fic where Gerard is a creeper with a hot neighbor, loosely based on the Sandra Bullock movie While You Were Sleeping. I am surprised it's up so high, but I'm proud of this one and how I managed to write the whole thing in a week. Plus voyeurism - yay!

5. Reaching Through The Mirror (Down from #3) 2630 hits. So the prequel to JCGIW has slipped down in the running. Gerard is so sad that everyone wants to read about Frank fucking himself but are less interested in his own selfcest. Or something.

6. The Things You Say (New!) 2437 hits. Okay so the bathroom jerkoff porn is now in the top ten! I think maybe the whole Dom!Frankie series is getting recced around. But who doesn't love Gerard jerking off in a venue bathroom with Frank on the phone with a little Waycest reference on top for good cheer? That's right, no one.

7. Ass Kickin' Chick Music (Up from #9!) 2188 hits. MY HEART YOU GUYS. The always-a-girl!Frank/Gerard fic of my HEART and it has GONE UP. I am so happy this one is on the list. I love it so much.

8. Tell Me Something True (Down from #4) 2132 hits. So the Ray/Mikey backstory from Timetravel 'verse has slipped down a little but it still holds on in the top 8. Good, because RAY.

9. No Experience Necessary (Down from #6) 2114 hits. My first ever big bang! Pizza 'verse has slipped a few spots but remains in the top 10 and that makes me happy because this fic has quite a special place in my heart.

10. We Used To Be Friends (New!) 2042 hits. My lastest big bang (I didn't do the wave 3 last round) and my first long plotty Frank/Mikey that I wrote for Nano two years back. I really do love this fic a lot so I'm glad it's in the top 10 despite the less-popular pairing.

Reflections? Well the very top hitters are all still kind of there, just moved around a little. Seems the time travel 'verse and the dom!Frankie 'verse remain popular. The top 10 is all longfics, except for the short fics that are part of time-travel and dom-Frankie which I guess is logical.

Honorable mentions: Pete/Mikey/Patrick threesome Emergency Contact and my Umbrella Academy movieverse fic In Production came in at numbers 11 and 12 respectively, so even though they've slipped out of the top ten, they're still pretty up there.

MEME NUMBER TWO! Just because I feel like it,

Give me a title in comments and I tell you the story that would go with it. Note: you can specify a character or pairing too!

I will probably spin you a notfic of some kind.

In other news I got a story in for this year's

bandombigbang wave one. Woohoo! I totally decided to write it 2 weeks before draft deadline and just burned out a whole bunch of words that I didn't even read back before I sent it in (my poor poor artist and/or mixer). It's so ridiculous but I kind of love the idea, so I just need to get it finished and polished up. Not that I'm doing memes to procrastinate or anything... I wouldn't do that, right? *adjusts halo*

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A title for you: "I should be so lucky"!

My mind went to two distinct places here, so you get two! Obviously since it's you, they're both Ray/Ian.

It's either a) a fic rip-off of It Could Happen To You, where Ray is a cop and Ian is a waiter and one long tired night Ray stops off at a diner for pie and he doesn't have enough cash on him to leave a tip so he promises Ian he'll split any winnings he gets on a lottery ticket. Of course he wins 1 million bucks and actually holds true to his word (because he's a GOOD GUY, c'mon, it's Ray) and basically ends up tipping Ian 500000 bucks and they totally fall in love. (They totally end up buying each other lots of guitar-shaped presents).

or b) Ray is high roller on the casino circuit and one night he has an astonishing run of luck and does ridiculously well on the tables. When he goes to cash out the casino tell him he's trying to claim too much at once, and they have some kind of maximum payout per night, so he can only take a percentage of his winnings in cash and he can't get the rest for 24 hours.

Ray's a bit peeved by this as he has an airline ticket out the next day and doesn't want to lose out on the money (even though it's only about 10% of what he made that night, it's the PRINCIPLE). He argues with the guy, but of course the casino have it all sewn up there in tiny fine print at the bottom of some terms and conditions Ray already signed before he started playing.

Ray's about to give up, when the guy says, "Wait, you're a guest at the hotel as well, right?" and Ray nods, because he is, and the guy points out that while he can't give Ray the cash, he can spend the remaining credit in hotel services. Ray's like "that is a LOT of hotel services" because it's a several thousand - even if he drank his mini bar dry and ordered more room service than he could eat he'd barely make a dent in it. The guy just says that the hotel has quite extensive services and he should check the guest book in his room.

So anyway, Ray checks the book, and it has a whole section for escort services. And he's like yeah NO, hahaha, but then he drinks his whole mini bar and is like WHY NOT and winds up on the hotel webpage looking at pictures and then he sees Ian's picture (I'm thinking something like this and immediately picks up the phone. And Ian shows up and he's even hotter in person and they have awesome bendy sex and Ray has so much credit Ian can stay and hang out all night and they fuck and watch TV and then fuck some more and eat room service and fuck some more and there's still enough for a sizeable tip.

Wow, I think I liked option B better somehow.

Oh god i love you so much

You don't know how many times I've revisited this comment in the past two weeks. SO MANY AWESOME THINGS.

I'd love to have all of these for real. :D

Man, titles are hard to come up for with your OWN stories. Hmm. *picks random song lyric* How about "your love is such a swamp"?

\o/ Woot, fic! And BBB!

Ooh, this one was kind of hard to come up with an idea for, and when I did get one it was really angsty. So, um, sorry about that.

So Ray and Mikey have been friends for years and Ray has seen Mikey in and out of the arms of so many boys and girls. And he's fine being the best friend. In fact, he prefers that, because even though the boys and girls Mikey gets involved with get to touch him and kiss him and fuck him, they never get to keep him. They never get to really know him either, because they're not around long enough. They'll never know his deep opinions on Star Wars, or how fiercely protective his is of Gerard or how much he misses his grandma, because he doesn't share that kind of stuff with them.

Ray knows how it works, and he'll always choose the friendship. Not that it's easy to watch when Mikey's all over his latest hookup in the backseat when Ray's trying to drive, or having to witness the parade of various boys and girls he and Gerard have seen stumbling out of Mikey's room the morning after. Ray doesn't want that. He doesn't.

Except there's the one time when Mikey's shitfaced and horny and he crawls into Ray's lap all loose limbs and sloppy smiles and fuck if it isn't a hundred wet dreams Ray's had and never let himself remember. Mikey rubs up on him like a cat and it would be so, so easy for him to indulge that fantasy, and Mikey is more than willing. He nearly gives in, his mouth softening under Mikey's bourbon-flavoured kisses, but then he steels himself, remembering how this always ends - Mikey's parade of one night stands who never see a second night. He pries Mikey's hands off him and takes him home to Gerard.

Things don't change. Mikey goes back to fucking around, and he and Ray are still close as ever.

Ray tells himself he made the right call that night. And over time, whenever he sees Mikey with yet another someone else, the pang of regret he feels gets a little duller.

Ahhhh. Well, it was a really angsty title. This was great. <33 Painful, but great.

This one hurts in all the right ways.

You tell the best not!stories.

YAY BBB *throws more confetti*

"Gain Traction Slipping Down Broken Twine."

Yes bbb! Woohoo I really didn't think I'd have anything ready, so that was quite an awesome outcome.

The word "twine" took me to a western place.

Old West AU. Frank is sick of being referred to as "Frankie the Kid" in the penny books. He's not a kid, thanks, he's just short. It doesn't make him any less deadly.

He's getting out though. He's had enough of living on the run, just wants to settle down somewhere, maybe raise a family, or at least some chickens. Of course, to pull that off he needs one last job, something that'll net him enough dough that he can retire for life. He can't pull a job like that on his own, and his last crew all skinned out on him after that bank heist turned into a shootout. Well, all the ones who didn't die did, anyway.

So Frank needs a new crew. He starts scouting around, but all his usual leads are dead or dying and after the bullshit that went down last time no one wants to ride with him anymore. So he gives up on trying to find outlaws to see if he can source a couple of honest men.

The brothers Way are gunsmiths, and damn good shooters. They're not outlaws, but they're keen to learn and ready to step onto the wrong side of the law, just once, for a big payday. Frank teaches them the ropes, how to shoot on the run, what to look for, how to control a crowd and how to get away. They plan out the heist to the letter, but Frank is nervous that there are only three of them. He'd rather his usual five.

Mikey finds them a fourth guy, Ray. He's just a farmer, but he can shoot and he's good with horses. He can be the getaway guy. Now Frank only needs a scout, which he finds in the form of a kid who works on Ray's farm, a young guy with old eyes, goes by the name of Brendon. He's not kin to Ray and there's not much to know about him before he appeared at the farm. A runaway Ray gave a job to because he's got a soft heart. He doesn't talk about his past which only makes Frank more curious.

The night before the heist, Frank uses the 'they might all die tomorrow' excuse to ask Brendon about his past. Turns out he didn't so much run away as he was kicked out. His family were dyed to the bone God fearers and they didn't agree with Brendon's 'unnatural ways'. When Frank asks what that means, Brendon just meets his eyes across the open fire and says, "I like dick, Mr Iero," calm as you please.

Frank carefully swallows before he replies.

"Finally, something you and I have in common," Frank points out, and the 'we might all die tomorrow' excuse comes into play again, as Frank and Brendon get to know each other under their clothes.

The heist doesn't go off without a hitch, but it doesn't end in a shootout either. Mikey and Frank both get shot, but not badly and they get away with the money. They all shake hands and part ways for their various destinations - back to smithing and farming, except for Frank, who's got a new life waiting in old Mexico.

He starts down the trail on his horse, and a second horse trots up to walk beside his. He looks up at the rider and Brendon smiles across at him, "It's a long way to Old Mexico, figured you could use the company."

"You figured right," Frank says with a smile, "much obliged."

You are soooo epic getting a BBB draft ready in such short time*spins you and throws more confetti*

Dude, a western au about heists and all the awesomeness. I'm SOO there for this.

You are EPIC and awesome and also know my likes WAYYY too well because this hits all the right places and damn does it fit the titles sooooo damn well

*spins you more*

I should do this meme because it looks fun.

Congratulations to getting your BBB draft finished in time!

Thank you! It was looking dicey there for a bit. I'm sure it's obvious from space which one is mine, but I always feel that way. <3

Go you! You are so damn awesome!

Title: I Lost My Way In Your City Lights
If you're up to it, I'd love a bit of Frank from the Not As Advertised 'verse. Just saying. <3

Thanks bb! Sorry you didn't make yours, but you will totally finish it and it will be a better story for it. *hugs*

This is an idea I already had for the NAA verse, and the title you gave fits well enough, so I'll put it down for you.

Warnings for angst and references to character death.

Frank isn't even working tonight. He's here to see show, dammit. He hasn't even got any of his stuff with him, no condoms or little sachets of lube in his back pocket. He's not here to turn trade, not tonight.

The kid standing in front of him either doesn't know or doesn't care. There's something desperate and fragile about him. His hair's a messy nest, his heavy glasses smudged, his eyeliner at least two days old. He's pressing a sweaty fifty into Frank's hand and saying "please," like that'll make a difference.

Frank doesn't even know how the kid knows to ask him for it. Bad news travels fast.

Frank's not in the habit of turning down money, so pockets the fifty and grabs the kid by the wrist, leading him out the venue. The noise drops away as the door closes behind them and Frank asks, "You got somewhere in mind?"

"My car's over here," the kid answers, his voice a little blurry. Frank follows him to a battered sedan and waits while it takes the guy three tries to get his key in the lock and open it. He drops gracelessly into the backseat and Frank crawls in after him.

With the door closed it's quiet and close. Frank can smell the mixture of alcohol on the kid now, and the tang of unwashed clothes.

"You got a name?" he asks, because he needs to stop calling him kid in his head, it's weirding him out.

"Mikey," the kid says, and he doesn't ask for Frank's.

"Okay Mikey," Frank says, "Usually for a fifty I'd blow you, but I don't have any stuff with me tonight. You okay with just my hands?" because fuck if Frank's going to offer him change.

"Yeah," Mikey says, "Anything, just - can I kiss you?"

That's not against the rules, so Frank nods. That's all it takes for Mikey to shove his fingers into Frank's hair, covering his mouth with wet lips that taste like bourbon and coke and cigarettes. Mikey kisses him hard, shoving his tongue into Frank's mouth, messy and desperate. He clings to Frank and pushes up against him, racing ahead like there's a clock ticking.

Maybe he doesn't want to miss the next band, but somehow Frank knows that's not it. The way Mikey throws himself into it is something else, something vaguely familiar. He grabs Frank's hand and shoves it between his legs, pressing down on his hard-on.

"Please," he says, and there's that same desperation again.

"Please what?" Frank asks, though the answer is obvious, hard under his palm.

"Please," Mikey's voice is thready, "Please, just make me forget." The words are tremulous and his eyes are shiny and this is not what Frank signed on for, but he can't stop now. Something inside him wants to wrap Mikey in his arms and hold him close, but instead he struggles with an awkward belt buckle and wraps his hand around Mikey's dick.

Mikey lets out a hiss when Frank starts to jerk him off. It's too dry, too rough, but Mikey keens anyway, leans up and takes Frank's mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside. Frank kisses him back and jerks him off, dirty and messy and rushed.

Mikey comes with a noise that sounds like a sob, his fingernails dug into Frank's arms. He starts to shake almost immediately and Frank wraps an arm around him, tugging him close as Mikey sucks in ugly, agonised breaths and Frank's neck gets wet with warm tears.

Frank doesn't know what to do, so he just doesn't let go.

Eventually, Mikey does. He sniffles loudly and wipes his nose on the sleeve of his hoodie. He wipes off his stomach with the hem of his t-shirt and does his jeans back up. He fumbles the door open and nearly falls out of the car. He's still shaking and he drops his keys when he tries to unlock the driver door.

"Dude, you can't drive," Frank points out, climbing out the back seat after him. The guy can barely walk.

"I have to go home," there's a note of hysteria in Mikey's voice, "I have to go," he repeats. He stands there, shaking, eyes red and shot, face wet with snot and tears and Frank says, "I'll drive you."

Mikey doesn't live far from Frank, he'll have no trouble getting home from here. Frank has to help him out the car, and even unlock the front door for him because Mikey's hands seem to have lost any ability to grip anything.

The house is big but old and the kitchen is full of flowers, lots of them lilies. Lilies are for funerals, Frank knows that, but he doesn't ask. He follows Mikey, who stumbles down a dark stairwell to the basement. The basement, which is furnished with a bed and a desk and a whole lot of other crap that speaks of someone their age. There's comics on the floor and sketches pinned to the wall, a Misfits CD on the bedside table. But this isn't Mikey's room, Frank knows that.

Mikey picks his way over to the bed and Frank stands in the doorway, knowing without being told that he's standing in a dead guy's room. Mikey curls up on the bed, presses his face into the sheets and breathes.

Frank hovers by the side of the bed. He's not even sure why he's still here. "Are you okay?" he asks.

"No." Mikey answers, his voice muffled and wet.

Frank looks to the door, then back to Mikey. Mikey's shoulders are shaking.

Frank climbs onto the bed and fits his body around Mikey's, wraps an arm around him and holds on.

Eventually, Mikey falls asleep.

;_________; ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS.

UGH.

So so good and super painful.

<3333

Oh man.

I'm stunned with this. You convey Mikey's emotions in such a brutal and brilliant way.

You're kind of amazing.

ugh this is wonderful and terrible ;__;

Congrats on finishing your Wave 1, bb! :D!

Oh, for title: "Lead Me Into the Night". Ray/anyone. Bonus points if it's bottom!Ray

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