Lovebites and Razorlines
Title: Lovebites and Razorlines
Authors: kamisra_star and ___ruin
Pairing: Frank (My Chemical Romance) / Daryl (GlassJAw/Head Automatica)
Disclaimer: We don't own them, but we wish we did. This never happened, apart from in our dreams.
Summary: Pancakes. Rock shows. Coffee.
You stare intensely at your plate as you push the remains of your pancake around in the sticky syrup. You watch everyone else tiredly tucking into their breakfast (well technically it's lunch you guess, it is 2pm after all, maybe it’s brunch?) making small talk, each of them proclaiming that they were certainly the most wasted last night. How is it that they can all get out of their minds and have hellish hangovers, yet you're the one who looks as if you were the one going for the alcoholic of the year award last night? Assholes.
You're not too sure why you feel so deflated this morning. You went to bed exhausted and woke up feeling only slightly better; no matter how long you stay in one place you never seem to get totally comfortable. You miss your own bed, with the dent in the mattress that is so perfectly shaped to fit your small frame, and you miss the sheets that are baby blue and soft and don't chafe every time you move. You're too tired to even keep your head lifted, so you’re burying it in your chest as you listen to sound of Bert and Gerard giggling like girls, and you rest your eyes from the harsh afternoon light. It's peaceful, but you know soon you are going to have to head on over to the venue.
You hear Bert’s giggle raise to a high-pitched squeal. You look up to face him and he's pointing over your shoulder
"Aaaaahhhhhh, dude, you were so wasted last night" he chuckles before burying his head in the crook of Gerard’s neck, muffling his laugh. All the other occupants of the table smile and nod in agreement.
You turned to look over your shoulder, and see a very haggard looking Daryl approaching the table. He raises his hand a gives you a small wave. God he looks tired. You give him a small smile as he pulls out the chair next to you and takes a seat; laying his head face down on the table.
He lets out a long heavy sigh before turning to face you, squinting as he does.
"Ugh, I feel like shit"
"I’m not surprised" You can't help but laugh as you reply, and you find your hand resting on his back, rubbing sympathetic circles against the fabric of his shirt. "You were pretty wasted."
“Dude, should you really be drinking so much with all the meds you take?” Gerard asks.
Daryl opened his mouth to reply, but before he could answer Bert butted in giggling, “Nah Gee, the meds make it so much more fun.” He collapsed into another fit of giggles, leaning back into Gerard’s arms.
"I don't remember what the hell I did," he states, turning to face you. He lets his hand slip down to rest on your thigh "I remember you though."
You shift in your seat and smile uneasily in his direction, though not quite making eye contact. This was really making you uncomfortable, sure you'd quite liked it yesterday when he'd kissed you, but surely that was just the alcohol talking? You and he were barely friends. But you’d really, really liked it. Looking at him now, you remember the heat from his body, pressed against yours in the hallway.
Shaking your head, as if trying to clear the thoughts from your mind, you drain the rest of your orange juice as you stand to leave, his hand slips from its resting place, leaving a warm tingling sensation in your left leg.
"I think I’ll try and catch an hour’s sleep before we head to the venue. Err, see you guys there."
Turning on your heel, you walk out of the dining room not giving anyone a chance to respond. You really need to clear your head.
...
You'd been so tired when the time came for your set, but yet again you gave it your all, thrashing the life out of your guitar and leaving yourself far beyond exhausted. You'd barely made it back to the dressing room, before your body collapsed against the sofa, where you've been resting for the last 40 minutes, drifting in and out of sleep.
Voices in the corridor outside the dressing room rouse you once again and you hear the unmistakable voice of Ray drift into the room "So, the bar again tonight?"
You hear the enthusiastic replies of "yeah" and "for sure", and you raise your head with disbelieving eyes.
"Dude, they’ve got to be kidding?" you state to the empty room. You seriously don't know how they manage it. Sure you love to party and dance and get wild. But this is getting too much for you. You feel old admitting it, but really you'd just like a quiet night in curled up in front of the TV.
Slowly various bodies file in through the open door, no consideration for your obviously weary body, least of all Gerard who physically moves your legs from the sofa so he can sit.
"So Frankie" he says cheerfully "you gonna wake up before we go out?"
"Dude, there's no way, there's no way..."
You open your eyes and he doesn't even seem to be giving you the slightest bit of attention, and you sigh.
Wearily you get to your feet and walk towards the door
"I'm going back to the hotel" you state blankly as you exit the room.
…
“Wait!” An enthusiastic voice yells at you, as you begin to push the glass door to the hotel open. You turn to be greeted by Daryl, red faced and panting as he runs the final few steps to you.
“Dude, I was calling your name for ages! You walk so fast…” He tries to laugh but starts coughing instead. You really must have been desperate to get back to your room because it’s taken you less than ten minutes to get here.
“Shit, Daryl, I’m sorry I didn’t hear you…” Your voice trails off as you see the anguish etched upon his face. “Come on, let’s get inside. I’ll get us coffee?” You offer apologetically. He smiles and looks at you for a second, before taking your hand, stepping through the doorway, and leading you to the elevators. You shiver as he laces his fingers through yours, his skin surprisingly warm against your cold hands.
“You OK?” he looks at you quizzically.
“Yeah I’m fine,” you smile. “Just cold is all.” You are glad you are good at lying.
“Well,” he grins. “Let’s go get that coffee and get warmed up.”
Authors: kamisra_star and ___ruin
Pairing: Frank (My Chemical Romance) / Daryl (GlassJAw/Head Automatica)
Disclaimer: We don't own them, but we wish we did. This never happened, apart from in our dreams.
Summary: Pancakes. Rock shows. Coffee.
You stare intensely at your plate as you push the remains of your pancake around in the sticky syrup. You watch everyone else tiredly tucking into their breakfast (well technically it's lunch you guess, it is 2pm after all, maybe it’s brunch?) making small talk, each of them proclaiming that they were certainly the most wasted last night. How is it that they can all get out of their minds and have hellish hangovers, yet you're the one who looks as if you were the one going for the alcoholic of the year award last night? Assholes.
You're not too sure why you feel so deflated this morning. You went to bed exhausted and woke up feeling only slightly better; no matter how long you stay in one place you never seem to get totally comfortable. You miss your own bed, with the dent in the mattress that is so perfectly shaped to fit your small frame, and you miss the sheets that are baby blue and soft and don't chafe every time you move. You're too tired to even keep your head lifted, so you’re burying it in your chest as you listen to sound of Bert and Gerard giggling like girls, and you rest your eyes from the harsh afternoon light. It's peaceful, but you know soon you are going to have to head on over to the venue.
You hear Bert’s giggle raise to a high-pitched squeal. You look up to face him and he's pointing over your shoulder
"Aaaaahhhhhh, dude, you were so wasted last night" he chuckles before burying his head in the crook of Gerard’s neck, muffling his laugh. All the other occupants of the table smile and nod in agreement.
You turned to look over your shoulder, and see a very haggard looking Daryl approaching the table. He raises his hand a gives you a small wave. God he looks tired. You give him a small smile as he pulls out the chair next to you and takes a seat; laying his head face down on the table.
He lets out a long heavy sigh before turning to face you, squinting as he does.
"Ugh, I feel like shit"
"I’m not surprised" You can't help but laugh as you reply, and you find your hand resting on his back, rubbing sympathetic circles against the fabric of his shirt. "You were pretty wasted."
“Dude, should you really be drinking so much with all the meds you take?” Gerard asks.
Daryl opened his mouth to reply, but before he could answer Bert butted in giggling, “Nah Gee, the meds make it so much more fun.” He collapsed into another fit of giggles, leaning back into Gerard’s arms.
"I don't remember what the hell I did," he states, turning to face you. He lets his hand slip down to rest on your thigh "I remember you though."
You shift in your seat and smile uneasily in his direction, though not quite making eye contact. This was really making you uncomfortable, sure you'd quite liked it yesterday when he'd kissed you, but surely that was just the alcohol talking? You and he were barely friends. But you’d really, really liked it. Looking at him now, you remember the heat from his body, pressed against yours in the hallway.
Shaking your head, as if trying to clear the thoughts from your mind, you drain the rest of your orange juice as you stand to leave, his hand slips from its resting place, leaving a warm tingling sensation in your left leg.
"I think I’ll try and catch an hour’s sleep before we head to the venue. Err, see you guys there."
Turning on your heel, you walk out of the dining room not giving anyone a chance to respond. You really need to clear your head.
...
You'd been so tired when the time came for your set, but yet again you gave it your all, thrashing the life out of your guitar and leaving yourself far beyond exhausted. You'd barely made it back to the dressing room, before your body collapsed against the sofa, where you've been resting for the last 40 minutes, drifting in and out of sleep.
Voices in the corridor outside the dressing room rouse you once again and you hear the unmistakable voice of Ray drift into the room "So, the bar again tonight?"
You hear the enthusiastic replies of "yeah" and "for sure", and you raise your head with disbelieving eyes.
"Dude, they’ve got to be kidding?" you state to the empty room. You seriously don't know how they manage it. Sure you love to party and dance and get wild. But this is getting too much for you. You feel old admitting it, but really you'd just like a quiet night in curled up in front of the TV.
Slowly various bodies file in through the open door, no consideration for your obviously weary body, least of all Gerard who physically moves your legs from the sofa so he can sit.
"So Frankie" he says cheerfully "you gonna wake up before we go out?"
"Dude, there's no way, there's no way..."
You open your eyes and he doesn't even seem to be giving you the slightest bit of attention, and you sigh.
Wearily you get to your feet and walk towards the door
"I'm going back to the hotel" you state blankly as you exit the room.
…
“Wait!” An enthusiastic voice yells at you, as you begin to push the glass door to the hotel open. You turn to be greeted by Daryl, red faced and panting as he runs the final few steps to you.
“Dude, I was calling your name for ages! You walk so fast…” He tries to laugh but starts coughing instead. You really must have been desperate to get back to your room because it’s taken you less than ten minutes to get here.
“Shit, Daryl, I’m sorry I didn’t hear you…” Your voice trails off as you see the anguish etched upon his face. “Come on, let’s get inside. I’ll get us coffee?” You offer apologetically. He smiles and looks at you for a second, before taking your hand, stepping through the doorway, and leading you to the elevators. You shiver as he laces his fingers through yours, his skin surprisingly warm against your cold hands.
“You OK?” he looks at you quizzically.
“Yeah I’m fine,” you smile. “Just cold is all.” You are glad you are good at lying.
“Well,” he grins. “Let’s go get that coffee and get warmed up.”