ruthiestump: (Wanted Killjoys)
How do you guys write 20,000+ words and make them into amazing stories?

 I don't get it. I don't think I've ever even gotten close to that many words. 

Teach me your ways. 

I was gonna write more. This was going to be an articulate post about how I'm writing my friend a story and only just reached 5 thousand words. It was like 11 pages long and i felt a bit proud until i saw the word count. It's crazy because i'm kind of in a lull. Uhhhhh.... I'm gonna post a bit of it to fill this up.  

I write stories for my friends so I can make them happy. )
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I love making stuff on photofiltre. I always think it looks like a legit graphic/banner before I go on the internet and see, y'know, legit graphics. :) This post is basically a follow up to THIS POST. and I'm basically filling up your flist.

Second rate banners under here. )
ruthiestump: (Frikey)
People need to get back on and feed my need for wonderful bandom fanfics bring beautiful life to my flist. I, too, am guilty of not updating my journal so I'm going to change that today! 

Did you know that two days ago, I heard Heaven Help Us by My Chemical Romance in its entirety? I kind of kicked myself after I finished it because it's a beautiful song. like REALLY pretty. Gerard's voice sounds angelic to me which isn't how I would categorize his voice any other time. ANYWAYS... once I find a song I like, I play it over and over again until some other song comes along. So this post only serves for lyrics that I love in this song. (You're probably just shaking your head because you know the lyrics like you know the back of your hand but humor me. :)
  • I'm at this old hotel but I can't tell if I've been screaming or sleeping or screaming or waiting for the man to call
  • I've been sprawled on these cathedral steps while spitting out the blood and screaming "Someone save us!"
  • And will you pray for me? 
  • Cover me in gasoline.
  • Wipe away those tears of blood away.
  • How the misery begins.
Those aren't a lot but these stood out to me and when lyrics stand out to me, it usually means that some way, some how, I'm going to use them in a story. Naturally, the story the lyrics paint out in my head is a 1920's Mobster!Frikey fic. Or something along the lines of hired killers. I mean, think about it. I would write out the plot but it's nearing 2am, I'm watching Archer on Netflix, and my mind is wandering. Expect the plot in a few hours. :D 
ruthiestump: (Wanted Killjoys)
I'm just gonna make a tag for Amanda because every other Frank fic I write, it's for her. So here is Amanda's rushed birthday present. 

Title:  Untitled 
Pairing: Amanda/Frank Iero 
Rating: PG
Warning: For some reason, not beta'd. I'm really sorry. 
Word count: 1,489
Prompt: Halloween
Disclaimer: I do not own My Chemical Romance and if I did I wouldn't be writing Fanfiction about them. 
Summary: Halloween is Amanda's favorite holiday and she finally found someone that understands her love. 

Amanda's Cheap Birthday Present )

ruthiestump: (My Chem)
Have I ever told you guys how I really love Three Cheers and kind of hated the fact The Black Parade Is Dead! was a short [The Black Parade setlist] concert? No? Well, all of that is true which is why I'm posting the VENGANZA concert up here for my viewing pleasure. And yours. 

VENGANZA track list )

ruthiestump: (Wanted Killjoys)

Title:  Untitled 
Pairing: Frank Iero/OFC
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of physical abuse. 
Warning: For some reason, not beta'd. I'm really sorry. 
Word count: 1,802
Prompt: I asked for someone on tumblr to give me a prompt and this is what vixensworldd gave me. "Write a mychem story about frank iero faling in love with an abused girl in highschool."
Disclaimer: I do not own My Chemical Romance and if I did I wouldn't be writing Fanfiction about them. 
Summary: Frank just has to tell Jenny about his feelings for her but once he gets a glimpse of something she's  desperately trying to hide, he wants her to know that he's here to help. 

Thanks tumblr! *thumbs up* )

ruthiestump: (Frikey)
Well, I'm just adding a few more. 

Crappy Frikey Fluff under the cut )

This is what I do at 3-4 in the morning. 
ruthiestump: (Frikey)
Title: Like A Secret In Your Throat
Author[ profile] ruthiestump
Pairing: Frank/Mikey
Warning: Boy Sex and for some reason, not beta'd. I'm really sorry.
Word count: 1,510
[ profile] mcr_bingoprompt: AU: Vampire
Disclaimer: I do not own My Chemical Romance & to my knowledge, Frank Iero was never a vampire. (Title from My Chemical Romance's Vampires Will Never Hurt You.)
Summary: Frank is hungry and he can't keep his eyes off of the tall, skinny, cute guy. He's found his target.

He just wanted to taste him. )


Sep. 26th, 2011 06:11 pm
ruthiestump: (Baby Blues)
I'm WAY too attached to fanfiction. School is getting in the way of reading and writing and I don't like it. I use up any opportunity to write during classes but I can't write about Mikey being a cheerleader AND take notes on what limits a fucking government, which by the fucking way is basically 4th grade stuff. I'm just glad that there is no class on Thursday or Friday and I could possibly use that time to finish all of the freaking [ profile] mcr_bingo drafts in my email/iPod.

I haven't posted any fics in a while so I thought I would post up the first paragraph of one of the [ profile] mcr_bingo prompts. This one is for AU: Vampire and I was pretty proud of it... until my creativity flew away. -___- Oh imagination, why must you hurt me so?

Bampire! Bampire!  )

ruthiestump: (Mikey Way)
Title: Decaying Nightmare
Author: RuthieStump
Pairing: None
Warning: Character death
Word count: 2,318
mcr_bingo prompt: AU: Zombie
Disclaimer: I do not own My Chemical Romance & to my knowledge there was never a Zombie outbreak.
Summary: Ray is familiar with zombie movies but he never thought his life would be like one.

"It all seemed like a nightmare they just couldn't wake up from." )
ruthiestump: (Frikey)
I'm just gonna go right to the point of this blog. I have a short story idea that I want to write. I might drop this rewrite of an earlier story for a few days but... I just want to get this idea out of my mind.

Random fic idea )

I feel like I could do a good job of it... Here's to that.
ruthiestump: (Wanted Killjoys)
Title: Well, It Rains And It Pours....
Author[ profile] ruthiestump a.k.a me. :)
Pairing: Frank/Amanda
Rating: PG-13/R for language.
WarningNo beta.
Word Count: 3, 032
Disclaimer: This is fiction which means FAKE. I do not own My Chemical Romance and this is a fragment of my imagination.
Summary: Amanda searches for Frank in the rain but the words he says stings just as bad as the storm.

Maybe Frank was just stumbling around New York City drunk and she had no way of finding him but Amanda has to try. )
ruthiestump: (Wanted Killjoys)
Seeing one of your favorite bands plastered around the subway. ^_^

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is My Chemical Romance (Or Frank and Gerard) gracing the A train with their blocked faces and blurry bodies for the New York Times. Isn't it a sight to see? 

Proud Mama Moment )
ruthiestump: (Photobooth)
Title: Someone Out There Loves You
Author: [ profile] ruthiestump a.k.a me. :)
Pairing: Frerard (Frank/Gerard)
Rating: PG-13/R for language.
Warning: Attempted Suicide. No beta.
Word Count: 1,818
mcr_bingo prompt: Other: Suicidal
: This is fiction which means FAKE. I do not own My Chemical Romance and Mikey Way is not really this mean.
Summary: Gerard isn't the most stable person so when Mikey tells him what's on his mind, Gerard is ready to take his life.

What else could he do? )

ruthiestump: (Photobooth)
Title: Better Then They Probably Felt It.
Author: [ profile] ruthiestump a.k.a me. :)
Pairing: Frerard
Rating: PG-13/R for language.
Warning: Boy Love♥ No beta.
Disclaimer: This is fiction which means FAKE. I do not own Gerard Way or Frank Iero they belong to themselves/Wives
Summary: The boys decide to read some fan fiction during their free time.

“Our fans have the weirdest imagination.”  )
ruthiestump: (Nerds)
I'm posting on livejournal way more often then before. SUCCESS.

I'm just wasting valuable space on my journal by informing people that don't really give a flying fuck about my favorite slash pairings, but wasting valuable time and space is my specialty so.... TADA!

I made these 'buttons' about a year ago because I was bored and I was planning to decorate my story binder with them but then I realized that I am poor and that printing these out will waste the very expensive ink. :( Any way, the pairings go from my favorites to my least favorite. Explanations are also going to be under the cut because, well, I like making them. ^_^

Peterick (Pete Wentz + Patrick Stump) )

Frikey (Frank Iero + Mikey Way) )

Frerard (Frank Iero + Gerard Way) )

Brencer (Brendon Urie + Spencer Smith) )

And here are other pairings that float my boat.

  • Lady Gaga/Brendon Urie
  • Patrick Stump/Rhianna
  • Patrick/ Vicky T
  • Gabe Saporta/Patrick Stump
  • Gabe Saporta / Andy Hurley (Actually wrote this for a friend.)
  • Mikey Way/Patrick Stump
  • Chuckie Finster/ Patrick Stump (Yep, Chuckie from the Rugrats or in this case All Grown Up)
  • Billie Joe Armstrong/Patrick Stump <---I actually liked that one! 
  • Brendon Urie/Frank Iero (Never actually read one but people ship it all the time)
Anything that's kind of random or something that you can't see happening but when you see the two names together, it kind of works. I'm fucking weird like that.
ruthiestump: (Mikey KillJoy)

Title: Tough Like a Bulletshell
Author: [ profile] ruthiestump a.k.a me. :)
Pairing: None yet.
Rating: R for swearing.
Warning: NONE
Disclaimer: FICTION which means fake.
Summary: In the desert right outside Battery City, You'll do anything to survive even if it means doing something you do want to.
A/N: My first Killjoy fic and because I'm slow, it isn't beta'd. :( I also suck a summaries and I'm sorry for coming up with that piece of crap. You won't the main character's (Killjoy) name until the last  sentence of the story and I just want to point out that the killjoy name is actually mine. I put my full name into the killjoy generator and that's what it gave me. ISN'T A BALL OF AWESOMENESS?! :) Constructive Criticism is greatly appreciated!

I'd rather go to hell )

ruthiestump: (Photobooth)

This is the second part of Amanda's birthday one shot. She asked for another one. It's sex filled because I didn't want to write her another one anytime soon. =P  Have you read part 1 yet?

Title: Amanda's birthday one shot [Part 2] (I really have to think of better titles)
Author:[ profile] ruthiestump 
Pairing: Amanda and Frank Iero
Rating:  NC-17.
Warning: Very mediocre sex.
Disclaimer: FICTION which means fake.
Summary: It's Amanda's birthday and Frank wants to celebrate! 

“This. Was. The. Best. Birthday. Ever.” )

Amanda smirked at him and moved to sit on top of his lap. “I bet I waited for this longer than you have.” She taunted while she sneakily slid her hand up under his shirt, tracing his ab lines. Frank grinned up at her, his light hazel eyes shimmering in the dim light. “Try me. How long have you waited for this?” He asked, his fingers subconsciously drumming against her thigh. “September.” Amanda said the month with pride, her arms curling around Frank’s neck. She laughed at Frank’s baffled expression and mumbled curses.

“Lucky, I considered you mine in October.” Frank told her, nuzzling her neck with his nose. Amanda’s smile took up most of her face; it was wide enough to brighten up their dark corner. Frank stopped nuzzling her neck and pulled her closer to his body, feeling her curves. “I’m yours?” Amanda asked, hovering right above Frank’s red and swollen lips. “You were always mine.” Amanda barely heard the words since they were masked by the music but she felt the words because he mouthed it against her sweaty skin.

One quick kiss and it was Amanda’s turn to lead Frank today. She pulled him through the dance floor, twisting through the dancers and the thick and hot atmosphere and they ended up walking back to campus in the somewhat chilly California air. Play grabbing (Frank) and high squeals (Amanda) were all out of fun and Amanda wondered if the alcohol was making her act like this even though she had half a beer. Getting a hint of where they were going, Frank led her straight to his dorm building. Amanda was just a little upset that Frank had figured out her plan but didn’t pay much mind to it because it was his room she planned on going to.

They quickly jogged up the stairs, being to impatient to use the elevator, and hurriedly enter Frank’s single dorm room, Frank’s lips couldn’t leave Amanda’s even while he was swiping his I.D. to open his door. They shuffled into the room, their hands not leaving each other’s bodies. Not know where they were headed in their passionate heat, Frank hit his bed’s foot board and toppled over it, Amanda going down with him. They both landed on the bed, bouncing as they laughed at the awkwardness. They took deep breaths as the laid in bed looking at each other. The utterly dark room made it hard to see Frank but his wet olive skin seemed to be glowing.

“Who would have thought that we would be in this situation?” Frank asked while tucking some strands of Amanda’s hair behind her ear. Her brown eyes glistened even in the dark; Frank noticed. “I’ve waited for this for the longest time.” She confessed. Amanda was starting to move from her spot on the bed and climbed on top of Frank, straddling his hips with her thighs. She could feel Frank poking her through his jeans and gave him a long lingering kiss before rocking down against it. His long fingers curled around Amanda’s hips digging into them as he let out a lustful groan.

“God Mandi,” Frankie groaned, his teeth digging into his plump bottom lip. “We shouldn’t do this if you don’t want to.” He said trying to grasp the little sense that he had left. Amanda leaned forward, her hot breath caressing Frank’s ear and whispered hotly. “Who said I didn’t want to?” Frank looked up the girl above him, not know who she became. “Amanda!” Frank called out in surprise and she just rolled her eyes. She fisted Frank’s button down shirt taking it off roughly and tracing the lines in her arms. “Frank, just fuck me.” She breathed, lifting up the white tight T-shirt. Frank wasted no time after hearing Amanda plead. He tore off his shirt and unzipped the back of Amanda’s dress. The blue piece of clothing was lifted off her body and thrown carelessly on the floor.

Frank wrapped one arm around her waist and turned her back, kissing every piece of naked flesh he saw. Moaning softly to herself, Amanda unhooked her bra. Frank’s jeans and the rest of Amanda’s underwear were thrown on the floor. Franks’ lips never stayed in one place. They moved from her lips, to her neck, her shoulders, the space between her breasts, her flat stomach back to her needing lips again. Amanda’s fingers gripped Frank’s black locks as he slid his long length into her. Amanda’s legs wrapped around Frank’s sticky waist making his dick fill her. Her head rested on his shoulder, moaning softly as Frank rolled his hips and bucked into her.

“Fuck!” Frank breathed when he slowly pulled out if her and thrusted back into her, her nerve endings exploding. Her fingers dug into her shoulders blades, the inked skin will sure be bruised in the morning. His slow pace gradually grew faster and heavier with louder moaning from both participants. Frank’s thrusts were doubling in speed making his hips collide with Amanda in a dull pain she loved. Her panting reached Franks’ ears and Frank’s concentrated low grunts reached hers. Frank’s hands and lips were roaming Amanda’s luscious body as his hips moved effortlessly. She pressed her lips hard against Frank’s once she felt that familiar tingling feeling in her stomach. “I love you Frank.” She mumbled on top of his lips. Thrusting, Frank grunted and stopped moving inside of Amanda.

He took his time moving the strands of Amanda’s hair away from her sweaty and sticky face before kissing her tenderly. “I love you too.” He whispered giving her a kiss on her forehead. Still above her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her on top of his lap so she was sitting on him. He took hold of her hips and moved her up and down until they found a steady rhythm together. Once they found a steady pace, they went faster until they both came. Amanda threw her head back, muttering Frank’s name over and over again Frank rested his head against her pillowy breasts. They rode out their orgasm before collapsing onto the bed.

They laid side by side, exhausted from their previous activity. They cuddled in bed while they waited for sleep to take over. “This. Was. The. Best. Birthday. Ever.” Amanda breathed, not finding her voice, Frank chuckled low in her ear and she wondered if she can sleep with him one more time but Frank kissed her on the cheek and her eyes were already closing.


ruthiestump: (Photobooth)

Ok, I wrote this one shot for my best friend because it was her birthday and this is what she wanted for a present. :D 

: Amanda's birthday one shot (I really have to think of better titles)
Author:[ profile] ruthiestump 
Pairing: Amanda and Frank Iero
Rating:  PG-13 for language.
Warning: NONE
Disclaimer: FICTION which means fake.
Summary: It's Amanda's birthday and Frank wants to celebrate! 

“At least I’m better than an Xbox.” He said, his hands roaming his thighs and curves. “Damn straight.” ./><br />Amanda sighed to herself as she sat back in her seat. She was basking in the loud silence of the library she claimed she now lived in. Her college work was growing everyday and she was almost pissed that she had to spend her birthday in the fucking library. She typed mindlessly onto her laptop working on a paper that’s worth a third of her grade.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class= )


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