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| Title: Enumerationantagonism Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett Rating: Still mostly harmless. Genre: MentalDisorder!fic Summary/Excerpt: He slides the top paper behind the others and runs his eyes quickly over the words on the next one. It's a set of questions, descriptions of feelings and behaviors with multiple-choice answers ranging from "very much like me" to "not at all like me". He shuffles a few more pages ahead, to the end of the questions, wanting to get to the point of it all. The words on the last page, in bold type, stand out to him, though: High tendency (90% or more) towards Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder and Social Anxiety. Disclaimer: Once upon a time, a couple of internet scene bitches said they were going to call the real Gabe Saporta and read him my story over the phone. So if that ever really happens, or if you stumble upon this any other way, sorry, Gabe! :s [My disclaimers are distancing themselves more and more from actually disclaiming anything with every entry...] Notes: It's back from the dead for, what, the fourth time? I think it's run out of undead creatures to be. >.> No, wait, I don't think it's been a Frankenstein yet. So that's what it is.
( And I can see it all over your face: you've been numb for days and days. Your back is breaking from under the load. Your head is pounding like it's ready to explode. ) | comments: 13 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Title: Enumerationantagonism Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett Rating: Mostly harmless. But all the angst/drama might make you want to punch something [like my head]. Genre(s): MentalDisorder!fic Summary: "So...where are we going, anyway?" He tries to sound casual and uninterested, but Will just smirks knowingly [and Gabe is getting kind of tired of feeling like the other boy is always internally laughing at him and his confusion and awkwardness] and sweeps past him towards the door. "No, no, I can't tell you. You'll have to see when we get there. C'mon, put your pants on and let's get going. I still have to do your hair." Disclaimer: ...and I hear "Go away, Pete Wentz" is really hip right now too. Notes: I really was gonna post again right after the last bit [I had the chapter, like, 3/4 done and didn't anticipate the last section getting longer than almost every chapter has been so far o.O] and I feel like a chumpwad for not doing so, but my lappy...semi-unexpectedly went all x’s-for-eyes and I lost all my stuff. Then I sat around being emo for a week, and then I dug the crappy breaky computer that turns itself off every five minutes out of the basement a week ago, and I’ve been [tediously, slowly] working on this since then. Yep. Five minutes at a time.
Also, also? IT'S THE LONGEST CHAPTER IN THE WORLD! Or of this story, yet, anyway. 5000 words. Fuck yeah! :D
( Sitting out dances on the wall, trying to forget everything that isn't you. ) | comments: 61 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Title: Enumerationantagonism Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett Rating: Mostly harmless. Genre(s): MentalDisorder!fic Summary: His brain is repeating nodon'tstop and screeching on the brakes, but one thing that comes with having given up on ever being good at social interaction is the tendency for almost reckless bluntness in conversation. The words are already out before Gabe realizes he's spoken. "Are you my boyfriend?" Disclaimer: Apparently it's really trendy to say "Don't google yourself" right now... Notes: Hey, so, remember the last time I promised another chapter right after posting one? And it was a lie, because I suck? Well, this time it’s ~trueee. Just wait and see [in another month or three or four >.>].
( Laugh at every word I know came out completely wrong. ) | comments: 32 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Title: Enumerationantagonism Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett Rating: Mostly harmless. [Little bit of language.] Genre: MentalDisorder!fic Summary: Gabe blinks again, unsure if he should be offended, or take it as a compliment, or full-on burst out laughing. He feels sufficiently less nervous when he realizes that at the moment, William Beckett is having as much trouble with the whole social interaction thing as he himself usually does. It's comforting, and he's stricken again by the intense desire to talk to, relate to, this boy. Disclaimer: If I ever did own them, I've probably lost the rights for how infrequently I use them. :[ Notes: I feel a lack of attention in my lifelivejournal, and thus I fic. Hay everyone! Look! Look at me! *waves* Here I am!
( I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear that your perfect verse is just a lie that you tell yourself to help you get by? ) | comments: 98 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Title: Enumerationantagonism Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett Rating: PG-13. 'Cause it's...not dangerous at all. v_v Genre(s): I've created a new genre [...not really]: Mental Disorder Fic! Summary: Gabe does a quick glance around and spots the lined piece of paper on the floor under the desk in front of him; he must have knocked it down with his paper when he stood up. It’s lying facedown now, and when he picks it up, he notices a row of tiny, almost indecipherable letters running along the very bottom on the backside of the paper:
I haven’t given up on you. Disclaimer: I don't own them. Notes: More coming soon. Real soon. Like, you might catch on fire because it goes *WHOOSH* by you so fast. That soon. I lie. Constantly.
( Please say that you can feel the same way that I do. Please say that I can be forgiven one last time. ) | comments: 44 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Title: Enumerationantagonism Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett Rating: PG-13. 'Cause it's so dangerous it gets the top bunk in prison. If you know what I mean. Genre(s): Mild insanity!fic? *shrug* Summary: Millions of people touch each other every day, and only some of them contract horrible diseases and die from it. Disclaimer: I don't own them. And I have nothing clever to say here. Notes: Yes, it's alive! ...Ish. Maybe if I pretend like the last 4 months didn't happen, no one will notice that there hasn't been an update >.> ...oh, nevermind.
( Making a mess as I progress, no time to cry about it, do better. ) | comments: 59 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Title: Enumerationantagonism. Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett Rating: PG-13 'Cause it's so dangerous it went to prison. Pahaha. Genre(s): Mild insanity!fic? *shrug* Summary: "You okay?" Gabe considers shaking his head no [actually, what he really wants to do is lock himself in the bathroom and lay on the floor and count ceiling tiles until William Beckett gets bored and leaves], but he doesn't want his distress to be so obvious; he doesn't like the idea of the other boy figuring him out. Disclaimer: I may not own them, but I definitely pwn them. Oh snap! Notes: Given that each update has taken exponentially longer than the one before it, one could surmise that this story will in fact never actually be finished. D: However, this part is kind of a little ridiculously long [compared to the others, anyway], so hopefully that makes up for the belatedness a bit.
( More wittiness is supposed to go here but I am le dead. ) | comments: 95 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Title: Enumerationantagonism. [Until it changes again.] Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett Rating: PG-13 'Cause it's so dangerous it stole a car earlier today. Genre(s): Mild insanity!fic? *shrug* Summary: ...and then he starts thinking about all the things he's doing wrong; and all the dangerous things there are in the world; and wondering what kinds of germs might be floating in the air around him right at that very moment [so maybe he should see how long he can hold his breath and not pass out]; and how there are 8 clean bowls in the cabinet downstairs but only 7 spoons, so what would they do if company came over and there weren't enough spoons for everyone, and someone got mad that they couldn't eat whatever was served in the 8 bowls, and they started shouting, and Gabe hates shouting [actually, he would probably just hide in his room if company came over]... Disclaimer: They don't even own themselves. But I own you. Isn't that fantastic? Notes: I'm tenacious. That's all.
( I think this was a test to see how long I could hold my breath. ) | comments: 64 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Title: "Counting." Or "Numbers." Or "Someone give me a better title." Someone gave me a better title! "Enumerationantagonism." But they said it was stupid and I shouldn't use it. Agree? Disagree? Pairing: Gabe Sapuoaeeeeuaioraawr!ta/William Beckett [never Bill or William or Beckett] Rating: PG-13 'Cause it's so dangerous it just joined a gang. Oooh. Genre(s): Mild insanity!fic? *shrug* Summary: The teacher has assigned all the even problems on page 228 of the textbook for homework; 24 kids are present in class today; Gabe has 2 mechanical pencils and 14 sheets of paper left in his notebook. All in all it should be a very good day, but it isn't, because-- Gabe cannot stop staring at the small strip of skin visible between William Beckett's shirt and William Beckett's tight girlypants... Disclaimer: They don't even own themselves. Notes: Sorry it took so long. I got all nervous and selfdoubtful again. And also the laziness.
( Sleepless nights staring at the ceiling. ) | comments: 38 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Title: "Counting." Or "Numbers." Or "Someone give me a better title." Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett. For K8's COBRA STARSHIP BUTTONS challenge. Rating: PG. 'Cause I'm dangerous like that. Genre(s): Mild insanity!fic? *shrug* Summary: His name is Gabe Saporta, and he likes to count things. Actually, he doesn't like to, so much as he has to, or he'll go insane and self-destruct and die. Disclaimer: I don't want them anyway. Psh. Notes: First attempt at bandslashfic. So, sorry if it's kinda meh. Also, I tangent a lot. And it's not very slashy right now.
( If you're under the impression I'm all right, I guess you never noticed. ) | comments: 37 comments or Leave a comment  |
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