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[schmerica]

I don't think I ever remembered to share this with you guys, but loveyouallwrong made this for me like a month ago and it still brings me massive joy:



I am feeling sorry for myself this week, so here I am in the love meme.

Yesterday I made the almond buns (my problems with yeast dough continue; too tough and heavy) and chicken paprikash (good but a little too spicy). I'm not sure what to do next for my list of "working out my life stresses entirely through cooking and baking." Hmmmmmm.

Also I have failed to find someone to accompany me to the movie tonight. MY LIFE IS TRAGIC.

I leave you with this:



SIGH.

Comments

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

give me a prompt!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

OOH I LIKE GIVING PROMPTS. Tell me about au Mikey bringing his boyfriend Pete home for the holidays!

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

♥

OOH. Gerard is slowly getting on track with his career as a comic book artist, but he had to get a second job (their mom didn't say anything, exactly, but he's kicked the booze and the pills and he's not blind). so he's working as a barista at the local Starbucks. He hasn't gotten fired yet because he can make all the drinks perfectly, but he's kind of horrible at the whole barista personality thing. Mikey and Pete are coming to Jersey separately because Pete had to take his final exam the day Mikey already had plane tickets for, and Pete stops to grab a coffee before facing the music.

Except Gerard is the barista, and Gerard is really surly to him, because he thinks Pete's face is douchey. Pete's all THANKS PAL, I HOPE YOU DROWN IN HOT COFFEE, and goes to Mikey's feeling all smug. He says hello to Mrs. Way, kisses Mikey's cheek, and says, "I totally owned this snotty little barista," but right as he's about to tell the story, the door slams! Gerard is home.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

OOOOOOOOOOH DRAMA. Is he all "oh. so um. you're the hero-worshipped older brother mikey loves more than life itself and talks to on the phone every week? HI I'M THE BOYFRIEND."

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

yes! Gerard just squints and says "I still think you look like a douche," and goes to sit down for dinner.

Mrs. Way's casserole is good and all, but Pete's still convinced he's going to get indigestion just from the way Gerard is glaring at him. Even Mikey's footsie attempts fall flat.

He does dishes after dinner while Mikey and Gerard talk about - actually, Pete doesn't want to know what they're talking about, because there's a very good chance it involves him.

But then Mikey's all "so we're going to go paint each other's toenails" and pulls Pete upstairs, and. Okay. Mrs. Way is awesome, they have their own room (with a shelf of creepy dolls, but Mikey throws their sheet over them and the problem's solved), and really, now should be sex time! Except that all Pete can think about is Gerard glaring.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

lololol. what does mikey do?

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

Mikey's like, "Whatever, I used to jerk off in the same room as him," and leans back and does exactly that. Pete joins in pretty quickly, even though he's still sort of weirded out.

He falls asleep a little while after Mikey does, but he wakes up around two and can't lie still. When he walks down to the living room, though, Gerard's sitting on the couch.

He's not watching TV. He's not doing anything, as far as Pete can tell. "Um," he says, thinking about how much he really needs to go back upstairs and totally incapable of moving.

[7iris.livejournal.com]

I think I'm having some kind of Pavlovian response to pearl_o's journal, because my first thought is it can be incestuous threesome tiems nao? *facepalm*

*refreshes thread*

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

....it wasn't going there! i promse! it might be in my head now though

[7iris.livejournal.com]

Well, it does in my head. But that's just because all stories end in threesomes in my head. I'm sure the incest-free version will be delightful!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

♥♥♥

[happy-coconut.livejournal.com]

What does Gerard do? (Erica is away for a bit, now.)

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

You are so good at looking out for my best interests! ♥

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

hee. Gerard doesn't even look up, just says, "Honestly, you shouldn't just stand there. It's creepy."

"Not as creepy as sitting in the dark by yourself," Pete says without thinking. He winces right after. "Um. I mean."

"No, you meant that." Gerard waves his hand, so pale it almost glows in the light coming from the kitchen light that always stays on. "Just sit down or something, Christ."

When Pete does, he catches a glimpse of the action figures sitting on the coffee table in front of Gerard. "What are you doing?"

"Voodoo," Gerard says, and frowns at the action figures, steepling his fingers.

Pete curls up on the chair he's picked and tries to relax. He's distracted watching Gerard, though, because this is Gerard, the guy he's heard Mikey talk so much about that he's practically a god in Pete's mind.

"That's freaky," Gerard says, once again without looking up. "Cut it out."

"Mikey really cares about you," Pete says, almost in spite of himself.

Gerard sighs. "You're not going to let me concentrate, are you?"

"I'm just saying," Pete says. "Mikey talks about you all the fucking time, man. You're like. Fucking Morissey to him."

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Mikey talks about you all the fucking time, man. You're like. Fucking Morissey to him.

<33333333333333333

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

And Gerard blinks at him and says, "Yeah, you're kind of...he mentioned you every time we talked for months. And you make him smile."

"I have to," Pete says. "It's Mikey."

Gerard's teeth are completely scary when he smiles. "Exactly."

The moment of mutual understanding both weirds Pete out and helps him relax. He closes his eyes pretty soon and dozes off.

He knows the next morning that Gerard approves, but he finds out weeks later that Gerard had expressed his approval in the form of a sketch of him sleeping, with "keep him" written in the corner. It stays in Mikey's bag, right next to the mapquested directions from school to home.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

THE CREEPINESS OF ALL THREE OF THEM MELD SO WELL.

[lily-liedtome.livejournal.com]

BEST STORY EVER. It's like a dysfunctional band boy faerie tale.

[hobbledehoy.livejournal.com]

this is old news to you, but The Boyfriend just read this (http://www.nme.com/news/my-chemical-romance/38392) and then started singing one of his favorite songs, apparently, which is by mcr.