#tsdc

Each and every Sunday, I’m gonna post six or so sentences from a current WIP. This week, it’s my very first blurb from The Sad Dad Club, my biggest behemoth of a fic that I will be releasing only when it’s complete (probably very far off, I haven’t even started to edit it nor is it anywhere near completely written).

“Anyways, dad. Like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted—” She punctuated this bit of attitude with an eye roll because of course she did, what else was there for Frank’s twelve year old spitfire to do if not sass him without end? “Are we going to your sad dad club tomorrow?”

Frank frowned. “Are we going to my what now?”

“Your sad dad club. You know, your little get together, where all of you dads get together in a room and cry about how sad your lives are?”

“Isabella Grace, that’s so rude of you.”

“What? It’s the truth, isn’t it?”

sleep

“There were reasons Mikey had gone to the city, and those reasons involved his dreams of becoming stable, of living in a house where the first instinct when something went wrong wasn’t to take a bunch of pills to numb the pain or down a few beers until sleep made everything go away.”

heat

“Frank could feel his face heating up, his cheeks warm with a blush that Gerard couldn’t see but could probably feel with his mouth still touching Frank’s skin.”

fun fact: I wrote most of this fic during NaNoWriMo so a lot of it doesn’t really make sense. when I was looking for this word, I found a bit where I called a kettle a ‘water heater’ because I apparently couldn’t remember the word for the thing you boil water in

glasses

“Lo and behold, there had been Ray, his wild hair and glasses recognizable even in the tiny preview image of his his video.”

al you’re a gift and I FUCKING LOVE U

apple

no apples 😕I should make these fuckos eat more fruit

dropped

“Gemma hadn’t cried when he had dropped her off at his mom’s, and he had made it to work early enough to stop and get a coffee and a breakfast pastry from the little cafe cart in the lobby.”

hungry

“His mouth was hungry, moving against Gerard’s.”

(I promise you I have never ever written a sentence this short and I never will again probably)

beautiful

“Gerard had once been beautiful — Frank had seen pictures in his and Mikey’s apartment. It wasn’t that he wasn’t beautiful now, but he had been exceptional back then, clean cut and dark haired, then with a bright shock of red hair in other pictures.”

damn

“It was only a disaster because Mikey couldn’t keep it in his damn pants for one fucking weekend.” 

oh look there’s a plot point

Gemma giggled and he heard a frustrated groan filter down the stairs. He didn’t have time to wonder why the oldest Iero was so grumpy, not when he heard a crash from the kitchen.