Bless The Sparrow's

Writer's Block: In the Event of a Zombie Emergency

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 16:18:43 GMT

Are you prepared for a zombie outbreak, or are you just going to wing it?

I am very much prepared. I have seen every movie and read all the books. So At least I have a fighting chance. If things get to rough, I can just off myself. By decapitations, so i don't kill my friends and family when I come back. I'd be happy just to get to see them, I can't wait for it to happen.

My otp.

Sun, 27 Jul 2008 21:51:08 GMT

WTF!

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 03:08:46 GMT

For anyone who has a myspace, you are probably used to seeing strange things in your sponsors section. This is way to much though.

October, 4th

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 17:30:18 GMT

Saving Abel
Shinedown
Puddle of Mudd
Avenged Sevenfold
Buckcherry

I'm excited. I go to bay0fest every year, but I think this will be the best so far.
I saw shine-down play the first year I went to, that has to be a sign.

You're never going to find it

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 19:04:12 GMT

Title: You're never going to find it
Author: blessthesparrow
Pairing: Mentioned Brian/ Matt
Rating: R for language
POV: 3rd
Summary: Zacky isn't so sure of his best friend.
Disclaimer: Names where changed.
Author Notes: dialog is word from word, of what happened to me last night.
Beta: mcrkittie27
Warnings:F word.

Someone you trust more then anything.
Someone you think will always be there for you.
Can just up be a piece of shit you mean nothing too.

“I'm leaving tomorrow.” Brian whispered, laying back in the grass next to Zacky.

“To where?” Zacky asked looking up with a smile, that quickly disappeared when he saw the serious look on Brian’s face.

“Hell if I know... I'm just leaving here.” Brian said, tears shining in his eye’s.

“Wait, what?” Zacky asked sitting up quickly.

“I will be gone! I'm leaving this town. There is nothing left for me here.” Brian shouted sitting up in the dark. “Maybe happiness is out there... I just have to find it”

“You cannot be serious.” Zacky said rolling his eye’s.

“I am. But it's raining tomorrow,” Brian said looking down and sighing. “I might wait a day or two.”

“Brian…don’t.” Zacky whispered placing his hand on Brian’s back.

“I know that I'm being a coward for doing this.” Brian said, shrugging off Zacky’s hand. “But I'll get over it.”

“What?” Zack questioned, almost begging.

“I'm running away from my problems.” Brian said looking up at the early morning stars. “Like a coward pussy.”

“I agree.” Zacky said trying to get at least a smile from his friend. “But it's official, all my friends are fucked up.”

“Yeah I really need help, but it's too late now. They had their chance. You will all regret what you have done to me this day. The day your eyes turn against their masters.” Brian words were apathetic enough to make Zacky’s heart clench.

“You’re not going to find what you want out of life.” Zacky said trying to make eye contact with Brian.

“I know, but there, I won't have to worry about love or drama anymore.” Brian said scratching behind his ear.

“Keep looking.” Zacky pulled out a cigarette, handing one to Brian also.

“I will, I will be looking out there.” Brian said lighting his cigarette.

“I don't think you will leave.” Zacky flicked his eyes over to Brian.

“Well, be sure to look back on this conversation when I'm gone.” Brian’s words were like a sharp slap to the face.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Zacky whispered where Brian barely heard.

“Why are you so sure of this?” Brian asked turning to look at Zacky directly.

“I just am.” Zacky took a drag from his cigarette.

“Your not, like calling the police, are you?” Brian growled.

“No.” Zacky sighed. “If you want to leave it isn't my place to stop you. I just don't see how you could do it.”

“Matt has a car and I have a bike.” Brian said dropping his cigarette to the ground, smashing it with his toe.

“That's not what I meant.” Zacky said, resting his head on Brian’s shoulder.

“Well, if you mean how could I just leave this all behind, It's not going to be easy” Brian sniffled a little. “And I will cry my eyes out, like I am now, for a while. But it needs to be done.”

“You just can't…you can't just…leave?” Zacky was confused, and tears where spilling from his eyes.

“Why not? Nothing is left for me. There’s no point in staying.” Brian said running his finger through Zacky’s hair.

“There is a lot worth staying for.” Zacky mumbled.

“You say that. But is there really? Zacky, is there one fucking thing besides my friends?” Brian’s words hurt.

“Well as far as I am fucking concerned, friends are all anyone needs.” Zacky spat standing up. “I'm sorry, my mistake.”

“I'm sorry Zacky, I need so much more.” Brian said, standing up and following Zacky down the grassy hill.

“You're not going to find something you go looking for.” Zacky snapped walking towards his house. “You can't just find happiness or even contentment.”

“Zacky... I'll talk to you tomorrow... Good night…” Brian’s words bounced off the closed door, echoing to his own ears, and breaking his heart.

They'll tear us apart (Prologue)

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 20:53:00 GMT

Title: They'll tear us apart
Author: blessthesparrow
Pairing: Patrick Stump/Bert McCracken
Rating: pg…Not even.
POV: 3rd person
Summary: Patrick likes everything clean. Well, almost everything.
Disclaimer: This isn’t real.
Beta: mcrkittie27

Patrick is a neat freak, anyone who has been to his apartment can tell you that. He cleans at least twice a day, going through his entire living quarters when he first wakes up and then again before he goes to bed. He checks each room, carefully looking for any imperfections.

Every piece of furniture he owns is white. His walls are painted white, and his kitchen is nothing but stainless steel & white tile. Patrick could tell if anything was out of place just by walking into a room. So when he came home from Pete’s, and his door had a greasy smudge on the knob, he knew something was up.

There was a McDonald's cup sitting on his island, the sweat leaving marks on the white tile. Beside it was a crumple pack of cigarettes, with tobacco falling out of the half way opened top. There was a dirty ripped shirt thrown over the back of his couch, and a rugged pair of sneakers in his hall.

A little ways down was a pair of camo shorts bundled up. He ventured down the hall, only to find a pair of socks dangling over his doorknob of his bedroom. He pushed open his bedroom door, and was greeted with a pair of plaid boxers hitting him right in the face.

“Hey sexy.” The manic grin made Patrick queasy and turned on at the same time.

“Why did I give him a key?” Patrick mumbled to himself looking up, before walking over to join Bert in the middle of his bed.

I total got this from julia (Typos)

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 04:00:27 GMT

Step 1: Put your iTunes or equivalent on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 50 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Bold/Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING.

~~1. work it, make it, do it, makes us, harder, better, faster, stronger~~
~~2. Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin~~
3. If it stayed I'd never leave it
4. The wilted flowers that I gave Not as nice as your bouquet
~~5. You and I in a little toy shop.~~
6. How dare you say that my behaver unexceptionable.
7. Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.
8. Goodbye, I'll mend your loss.
~~9. Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost~~
10. Daddy's flown across the ocean Leaving just a memory
11. Fumbling his confidence And wondering why the world has passed him by
~~12. And I cam here to make you dance tonight.~~
13. Well I took a walk around the world
14. And I don't want you and I don't need you
15. The dark carnival is in town, you better be ready
~~151/2. You are about to see and here one of the greatest messages delivered to us from god.~~
16. She seems dressed in all the rings
17. ten years ago, i got a call that nearly killed me repeat yourself my hands are shaking
~~18. I'm lien here on the floor, where you left me.~~
~~19. This world, this world is cold But you don't, you don't have to go~~
20. These ideas are nightmares
~~21. Two roads split on from here, and my life goes running in two opposite directions.~~
~~22. Girls from seven-eleven Stay up all night Twenty four hours a day~~
23. This shining city built of gold, a far cry from innocence,
24. open your eye's to the millions of lies the tell you every day.
25. Come to decide that the things that I tried Were in my life just to get high on
26. Someone falls to pieces Sleeping all alone
27. A Is For Amber Who Drowned In A Pool
28. I saw the truth, mom's a whore
29. The feeling never leaves you alone
29. are you feeling fine, you'll be coming clean tonight
~~30. Every time we lie awake After every hit we take~~
31. Warn your warmth to turn away Here it's December, everyday
~~32. What if i wanted to break~~
33. It's snowing outside the rumbling sound of engines roar in the night.
34. to whom it may concern another anthem for the hopeless.
35. He who gets slapped and he who gets saved,
36. Keep holding on, when my brains ticking like a bomb.
~~37. Wake up, my love never thought you'd make me break me.~~
38. All our times have come, here but now there gone.
39. So sweat i can hardly speak, due to suck trauma to my teeth.
~~40. In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a restaurant.~~
41. This last through hell I've seen your insides.
42. Look at me. You can tell, By the way I move and do my hair, Do you think that it's me?
43. Where're your friends?
44. Listen up, turn it up and rock it out
45. a friendship slowly deteriorates. a hand that pushes us apart.
~~46. My eye's can't believe what they have seen.~~
~~47. Today was gonna be the day that they throw it back to you.~~
~~48. I've got the gift of one liners~~
~~49. Am i more then you bargained for.~~
~~50. This world will never be, what I expected.~~

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 06:07:51 GMT

"Gay dude in tiara."
"That's Frank."
"Frank from my chemical romance."
"No Frank from the spice girls."
"There's a Frank in the spice girls?"

True story.

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 02:29:52 GMT

Title:Green
Rating:R
Pairing:Gerard/Bert

"I can't believe you" Bert screamed pushing past Gerard "Your such an asshole. We haven’t even been together a week and you already cheated on me."

"What are you talking about Bert, I never cheated on you" Gerard walked up to Bert, wiping his tears away.

"Then explain these" Bert pushed Gerard away slinging the lacy green fabric at him. Gerard busted out laughing." They where in your bunk!"

"Bert those are," Gerard couldn't stop laughing" those are Mine."

"Oh,"Bert looked up with a shy smirk."Got any more?"

"Well I do have this one pair on now. You know If you want to look." Gerard also smirked looking down.

Tue, 27 May 2008 02:58:30 GMT

Title:I feel the same.
Rating: Nc-17
Pairing: Jepha Howard / Jarret?
Summary: I think I love you. You are all I think about. When I see I have a text from you, my heart flutters. I love how as soon as I walk on the bus after a set, my phone is ringing, and it is you. We ar ment to be, tell me you feel the same.
Disclaimer: This didn't happen.
Author Notes: Quickie for Mpreg Slash Challenge #2

After only 3 short hours, Jepha was tipsy drunk beyond belief. Bert had decided it would be a good idea to go to a club, just as a little tour kick off party. Jepha had tried to stop drinking really, but things just weren’t working out very well. Honestly, trying to sober up, when all you do is hang around with drunks is completely impossible.

Jepha left the bar before anyone else. He managed to make it back to the right hotel, without a hitch. Maybe he was a little less drunk then previously stated. He wasn’t alone; he had a pretty boy with tattoos begging to be taken back to his hotel room. Jepha was never one to turn down sex either.

They were in the horribly furnished room before Jepha knew it, buried deep into the sheets. Their arms carelessly wrapped around each other’s centers, tongues tangled together. The boy, Jarret, was obviously not new to this type of thing. Even though, without the body mods, he would put off as a 13-year-old schoolboy. Which happens to be what Jepha was into.

Both men were too drunk to worry about a condom. It never even crossed their minds. They were to into each other, that being said latterly for Jepha. Who was, by now thrusting deep inside the younger man, groaning out his emotions.

Jepha was asleep right after climaxing, not even sure if Jarret came. He didn’t actually fall asleep, he passed out. It didn’t matter because Jarret was only half way conscious through the entire act.

* * *

It was awkward from the second Jepha woke up, with short arms tangled around his waist. His morning wood pressed hard against the stranger’s thigh. He didn’t want to wake up the guy, but he kind of did. Jepha felt like hell, his head pounding. His stomach felt as if it was up in his throat. Jepha sat up slowly, willing the acidic feeling down.

The other mans head fell from his chest, hitting the bed hard. Jepha winced as the boy sat up, slowly rubbing sleep from his eyes. Jepha just smiled at the confused looking man.

“You ok?” Jepha asked the guy.

“Umm, yeah. I’m just fucking peachy.” Jarret said.

“I’m Jepha, by the way. Just in case you forgot, or didn’t even know.” Jepha laughed reaching for his cigarettes on the night side table.

“Jarret. Could I have one?” Jarret asked flicking his tongue across his lip.

“I bet you never get no for an answer.” Jepha laughed handing his lit cigarette to the younger man.

“What?” Jepha asked, taking a puff from the cancer stick.

“You’re fucking adorable, with that cute little pout. They way your eyes pop, by any chance do you remember last night?” Jepha was fully awake, and not hung over in the least now.

“Not really.” Jarret shrugged. “Do you?”

“I have a rough idea.” Jepha chuckled.

Jarret laid back down, followed by Jepha. They curled together for a few more hours, drifting in and out of sleep, not saying their goodbyes till later that night. When Jepha finally had to leave his new friend behind, he made sure to scribble his number down quickly on a piece of ‘Viagra’ promotion note pad paper.

* * *

For 2 months both Jepha and Jarret stayed in touch with each other through text messaging and phone calls, slowly getting to know each other better. They got close, they talked about everything. Neither of the two had hooked up with anyone since, and after a while, just got together. Jepha had been to shy to ask over the phone, so he sent a simple text.

I think I love you. You are all I think about. When I see I have a text from you, my heart flutters. I love how as soon as I walk on the bus after a set, my phone is ringing, and it is you. We are meant to be, tell me you feel the same.

Three days later Jepha got a reply.

I feel the same.

On July 22 Jepha was sitting on a park bench, in the middle of now where Indiana, with his cell phone in his hand. He was contemplating if he should go through with calling Jarret, who didn’t even know he was in town. Finally, he worked up the courage to press the little green phone.

Three hours latter Jepha was sitting in a plush recliner, Jarret in his lap. With the original Halloween playing on the TV. Jarret sat up and paused the movie, looking at Jepha with concern in his eyes.

“I have to tell you something.” Jarret said, with tears glistening his eyes.

“What is it?” Jepha asked getting concerned.

“I’m going to have a baby, well, we are going to have a baby.” Jarret said breaking eye contact.

“Like, your going to have a baby?” Jepha asked shocked.

“That’s what I said.” Jarret laughed at Jepha’s confusion.

The rest of the night was spent in bed, with the phone off the hook. The next day was no different.

* * *

“You look rough.” Jepha whispered in Jarret’s ear, rubbing him stomach from behind him.

“Thanks, I love you too.” Jarret sighed and rested back against Jepha’s chest. Jepha smiled, and tears welled up in his eyes. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine.” Jepha whispered. “I’m so glad I got drunk that night.”

“Me to.” Jarret smiled turning in Jepha’s arms.

“Let’s go do something.” Jarret smiled.

“Like go see a movie?” Jepha asked, his eye brow raised.

“Not exactly what I had in mind.” Jarret smirked dragging Jepha backwards into their bedroom.

Jepha had nothing to say to that. They hadn’t actually had sex since the night they met. Maybe a couple of hand jobs, three quarters of a blowjob. Jepha relaxed on the bed and let Jarret straddle his lap. His large stomach denying him the ability to lean down and meet Jepha’s lips. He didn’t mind, he just pulled off his shirt and smiled.

* * *

Jarret sat in the tattoo parlor, Preston snuggled against his chest, distracting him from the painful jabs on his foot. Jepha sat behind him, peering over his shoulder at his little bundle of joy. His own pant leg rolled up, showing off the bandaged new ink. Both men smiled, and pressed their lips together.

“So this is it?” Jarret asked resting his head back on Jepha’s shoulder.

“I guess so.” Jepha chuckled.

“My mom always told me my job on earth is done when I found peace in perfection.” Jarret sighed, admiring the soft snores from Preston.

I'M DONE WITH FERARD!!!!!!!!!1

Sun, 04 May 2008 22:25:55 GMT

I am just tired of the pairing, as for the mpreg I was writing. It will not be completed.
I'm just not feeling it anymore.

But just hang on, and I will have new story's posted shortly.

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 02:37:46 GMT

Title: Rainbow
Rating: R language/adult concepts.
Pairing: Gerard/Bert
Summary: Gee’s mom is so Queer as folk.
Disclaimer: this isn’t real.

Gerard threaded his fingers in Bert’s hair, kissing him hard. Bert pulled back from their kiss gasping. Gerard smirked and slid over to his own side of the bed. Both boys laid back sweating, and panting. Bert giggled and rolled onto his stomach.

“We are really going to have to stop doing this.” Gerard chuckled.

“What having sex?” Bert asked.

“Having wild kinky sex. I’m getting to old for this shit.” Gerard laughed rolling closer to Bert.

“Please, I’m the one that just did all the heavy lifting.” Bert mumbled.

“Not cool.” Gerard laughed running his fingers through Bert’s hair.

“Yeah.” Bert said pulling the think rainbow comforter over both their bodies. Gerard looked down at the sheets.

“My mom is so queer as folk.” Gerard sighed.

“Yeah, but these are so cool.” Bert giggled waving the thick comforter around.

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 01:55:09 GMT

Title: Blue ~~and yellow~~
Rating: R language/adult concepts.
Pairing: Gerard/Bert
Summary: Gerard’s a cute prostitute.
Disclaimer: this isn’t real.

"How is this color?" Gerard asked closing his eye's for Bert to look over his new blue eye shadow.

"You look like a prostitute." Bert mumbled looking back down at his book.

"What is your problem?" Gerard asked.

"Your getting on my nerves. I just want to finish my book." Bert growled.

"Oh what ever, we both know you can't even read." Gerard said sitting on his side of the bed.

"Such a bitch." Bert mumbled.

Long moment of silence.

"Do I really look like a prostitute?" Gerard whimpered.

"No, You look beautiful." Bert smiled. "Blue is definitely my new favorite color."

"I'll make sure to wear it more often." Gerard said crawling towards Bert.

“Yeah.” Was all Bert could get on before Gerard’s mouth was over his.

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 01:18:52 GMT

Title: Red
Rating: R language/adult concepts.
Pairing: Gerard/Bert
Summary: Screw Mikey and His straightner.
Disclaimer: this isn’t real.

"Fuck!" Gerard shouted clutching his hand against his chest.

"What?" Bert coughed bounding into the room.

"Burnt my self." Gerard groaned.

"How did you do that?" Bert asked stepping closer to Gerard and examining his finger.

"Mikey left is fucking straightner on, and I went to move it." Gerard said wincing when Bert touched his sore hand.

"Aww, poor baby." Bert cooed kissing the side of Gerard's bright red hand.

He kissed his knuckles, then trailed his tongue up Gerard’s middle finger. Gerard gasped as Bert slowly took the length of his finger into his mouth. Bert pulled back and kissed Gerard finger tip smirking. Bert looked up at Gerard who's eye's where now closed, and breathing heavily.

"Better?" Bert asked, still kissing Gerard’s hand.

"Yeah, but now we have other problems.” Gerard smirked.

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 06:56:46 GMT

Title: Teal
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Gerard/Bert
Summary: Bert can ruin a moment.
Disclaimer: this isn’t real.

Bert had on fetish, a really weird fetish. He loved his boys in drag, and Gerard was giving it to him. Bert had Gerard under him, hand rested on the hem of his mini skirt. With every slight movement Bert’s hand slid up the slightest bit, until it was hiked half way up Gerard’s waist.

“I know how much you love blue.” Gerard sighed, loving the way Bert admired his silk panties.

“Well, that is really more of a teal.” Bert smirked.

“No, it is definitely a light blue.” Gerard said.

“No, gee look they are the same color as Raquel Reed’s hair.” Bert said.

“What ever, the moment’s gone.” Gerard crossed his arms, getting away from Bert to go change.

Writer's Block: Celebrities I Admire

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 01:32:24 GMT

Are there any celebrities you admire?

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Bert McCracken. He pretty much saved my life. If it wasn't for him, I don't know where I'd be. His lyrics inspire me so much. He is so real to, he doesn't let all this shit go to his head. He manages to be himself. After all he has been through, and he is still the man He was 7 years ago. A little dirtier, but all around the same.

A bad ass f'ing long one shot. Pete/Trick.

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 18:13:02 GMT

I'm in the proses of writing a very long one shot. I'm really not sure if I'm going to post it any where but my journal though, I plan out it to be gory beyond belief. We will wait in see what happens. It will be like 27364h7487653ht4759 Words though.

Anti-Beta

Tue, 18 Dec 2007 04:15:57 GMT

There are a lot of people out there that don’t write fics, but would probably die if they went a day with out reading them. Those are the people that sit on their lazy asses all day and criticizes people spelling and grammar. Con crit is ok, but sometimes people over do it. Most people that write, do it for others, and all they get is crap comments about how good the plot is but how fucked up the writer is.

I read fics of all kinds. Look closely, some thing you will notice about Stories belonging to long time writers have nice comments about how great it is, but I could easily point out several mistakes. Then look at some ones first story. Their aren’t many mistakes, most of them are looked over typos any way.

Why you people complain about the stuff people take time out of their life’s to write for you is beyond me. Most of you are just stupid. You complain about the little mistakes, that you could look at and say ‘oh, they meant to put…’

Also, what makes the person betaing so trust worthy. Those evil cunts could totally jack yo’ plots.

If you are going to use a beta GET A CLOSE FRIEND to do it.

If you plan on complaining in comments about the spelling and or grammar mistakes, turn away and the first error. Obviously it’s not good enough for you.

...and you people that are all 'u tYp3d a lot 0f stuffZ wr0ngZZZZ'...Because that is legible.

I have allot more to complain about, but I’m not going to.

Any way, you mean people anger Shaant. He’s gonna have ta smack a hoe.

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 22:57:33 GMT

Title:Another Night
Author: blessthesparrow
Pairing:Bert/Branden. Bert/Dan. Branden/Tim Armstrong.
Rating:R
POV:Bert's
Summary:Bert talks about past situation
Disclaimer:Bert did not get pregnant with a drummers baby, He was a bassist.
Author Notes:umm.......started as smut, cam out as this
Warnings:ummmm.....Mpreg...and said bert

I couldn’t believe it at all. They could have us tour with any band, but no it had to be them. I would rather tour with my chem, even after the sex tape incident. I soon as I see him I’m going to burst into tears, and beg him to come back, is all I could think. That would crush Dan. For one He is our drummer now, and my boyfriend. I keep telling myself I’m loyal, and wouldn’t jump Branden. I knew it’s a lie, but Dan didn’t. For some unknown reason He trust me.

Dan is an amazing boyfriend. He was there when Brandon left. Not only for me, but the band. I love him, more then anything. There was something I needed though. Just one more night, Just like the old days.

I planed it perfect. I made sure Dan would be gone for a few hours. Jepha and Quinn took him to a strip club. At first He was against it, saying He didn’t feel right. It didn’t take me long to prove to him that it was ok. Then I called Branden. I told him I just wanted to talk. Not exactly what I had planed, but it worked.

It was about 8:00 when Branden showed up at my hotel room. I invited him in, and made it a point not to rush I had all night. We sat on tee bed talking about the old days, and even what’s new these days. I was ready to make my move, but I didn’t have to. Branden had Me pined against the mattress, kissing me hard. I felt bad for a few seconds, but pushed the images of a broken hearted Dan out of my mind.

“I missed you so much.” Branden had whispered into my ear, licking at the shell.

I didn’t reply, I just slid my hand up his shirt. He took the hint and lifted up, pulling his shirt over his head. I saw it, how could I not. The name Armstrong tattooed around his navel in script. I felt my heart crack a bit. but just like everything else, I pushed it away pulling off my own shirt.

**

You can pretty much tell what happened after that, I really don’t feel much like going into my sex life right now. I wish I wouldn’t have let it happen though, then I wouldn’t have been in the next situation. It was eight weeks later that I was sitting on my hotel room bed trying to fight back tears, and work up the nerve to call Branden.

Yes you guessed it, I got pregnant. I told Dan that morning when I found out, He was excited. I didn’t want to have to tell him it might not be his. I was pretty sure it’s not actually, we had only had sex one night since I was with Branden.

I wasn’t going to hurt Dan.

**

I didn’t tell Branden that day, he found out with everyone else on the tour. A weak after me and Dan decided to keep it, we told everyone over diner. They where happy for us, but all seemed a bit shocked. Branden quickly excused himself from the table. I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I stayed in my seat.

That night after Dan was asleep I called Branden. Bad idea, the first thing he brought up was if it could be his. I told him that it wasn’t possible, that I was to far along already. He sounded upset after I told him that, but it was for the better.

**

I had the baby, His name is name is Ryan Michael whitesides. He is beautiful, and surprisingly looked just like Dan. Seeing him for the first time, was the happiest moment of my life. Dan cried, I have never seen him cry. Branden was there He healed Ryan like He was his, like He had something to be proud of.

Dan went home the first night I was in the hospital. Brandon stayed though, so we took the time to get a few test run. Just to know who the father was. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answer, but if I didn’t I’d go crazy.

**

I’m not sure if I should be happy or not. Yeah I am happy to know that Dan is the dad, but watching Branden break down like that.

Also not that it’s a big deal or anything, but Dan got the bill from the hospital, that included the extra test. He left me, it was only for a week, but that was enough to straighten me out. He came back, but only under the circumstances that I would never hurt him. That was a promise I keep.

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 03:36:39 GMT

if you want me to write something for you, now would be a good time to request it.

I will write any slash pairing, any plot you want.

Even if i don't know you, just add me on aim, and ask.

If you don't have aim, just comment this post.

Chances are i will get back to you faster through aim though.

My aim is ewwletocest

Don't be shy.

Wed, 12 Dec 2007 03:19:49 GMT

Title:middel school drama but on warped.
Author: blessthesparrow
Pairing:Bert/Quinn,Bert/Gerard,Bert/wiL,Bert/Vile
Rating:pg-13
POV:thired
Summary:Life is one dramatic incident after another.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, just the Drama.
Author Notes:I’m Bert, yea!
Warnings:None…horrible grammar from the angriness.

Once upon a time there was a man named Bert. He had the most amazing best friend in the world, Quinn. They where super close and told each other everything. Until Bert meet Gerard, not really a big deal, but it was to Quinn. Bert still hung out with Quinn a lot, but not all the time. Quinn soon became a slut, and slept with every guy He could. Bert wasn’t very happy about that. Quinn finally got a knew best friend, wiL.

Gerard and Bert where alcoholics, there friend ship was based around having a drinking partner. So when Gerard sobered up, He was gone. Quinn started to drift from wiL, so Bert and wiL became friends. wiL loved to tell Bert his secret, and sometimes dress in drag for him.

Then Quinn came back, and wiL got close to him again. Even though wiL always made planes with Bert, He broke them for Quinn. Then Bert meet Vile. He was cute, and shy, the perfect boyfriend for Bert. WiL didn’t like the idea of Bert with anyone, for some unknown reason at all. So wiL told Bert 10000jj83994 lies about Vile. Bert didn’t believe them at all, and Told everyone on tour wiL’s secrets.

Then Bert and Vile lived happily every after and had 99,999,999 kids.

Life sucks!

Mon, 03 Dec 2007 23:34:56 GMT

Title:I hate every thing about you(Stand alone)
Author: blessthesparrow
Pairing:Jacoby Shaddix/wiL Francis
Rating:R (To be safe)
POV:Jacoby’s first person
Summary: Jacoby loves wiL, but He hates everything about him. Song fic, Kind of drabbleish. Very much poetic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jacoby or wiL, they own themselves. I own the plot, but not the song, which is Three days grace , I hate everything about you.

I hate the way our body’s lock perfectly when we lay together in one of our bunks, or even in hotel beds.

I hate the way his lips wrap around my joint, and the way his eyes fall shut almost in pleasure.

I hate how skinny he is.

I hate the fact that I can feel his ribs.

I hate the way his lips brush my neck.

I hate the way his smile makes my knees weak.

I hate how soft his hands are, and how they my me shiver.

I hate how he moans when my hands grasp his hips.

I hate how beautiful he is.

I hate the knowing glances he throws me.

I hate how much he needs me.

I hate how every time is like the first time.

I hate hurting him.

I hate that he knows what I’ve done,

and how he doesn’t care.

I hate the way he says ‘I love you’.

I hate the songs he sings,

and knowing who they are about.

I hate how much he puts into everything he does.

I even hate the way his lips form a pout while he’s asleep.

I really hate how oblivious he is to how much I hate him.

I hate that he knows I love him.

, And I hate the power he has over me.