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I am making a list of reasons today is, in fact, secretly a good day. It includes things like "I have Coke to drink" and "Gerard Way exists" and "I got to talk to my

fox1013 last night" and "My mommy sent me a package that not only included the Edward Gorey book I left at home but also a really pretty new skirt and corduroy messenger bag she bought for me" and "One of my housemates was incredibly nice and helpful beyond what I could expect" and "I finally figured out how to do the household chore it is my turn to perform after wandering into the room and staring blankly for two days" and "Even when things really suck, I have friends and am not alone."

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So this is one of those posts where someone on your friends list asks for you to give them comment fic, even though they don't have anything to give you in return.

Tomorrow I have three classes, and one of them is a midterm exam and one of them is my really hard class where I really want to impress the professor and one of them I have an important assignment due and basically I am already kind of freaking out about the whole thing and am scared I am going to end up hiding in bed with the covers over my head, and that is the last thing on Earth I want to do, SO.

So I'm thinking bribes are the best way to go here. This actually works on two levels for me: one, nice things make me feel better --> less anxious --> want to earn my reward. Even more, though, it makes me responsible to people I like, want to please, and can't avoid or lie to. Seriously, guys, this is one method where I can make my neuroses work for me. Tomorrow I'll get back from my last class in the evening and sit down to check my friends list I won't think "that person did something nice to me, and I let them down." I will think "That person is awesome! Yay that person!"

Uh, so, all that said, if you wanted to write me comment fic, I would think you were the peachy keen bee's knees. Things I that I happen to be particularly fond of include:

Pete/Mikey, Frank/Bob, Gerard/Ray, Gerard/Bob, Brian/Gerard, Brian/anybody, Pete/Joe, Pete/Mikey/Alicia, Gerard/Lyn-Z, Waycest, Mikeyway/anybody, MCR gen of any kind, underage shenanigans, opposite-sex AUs, gender issues (cross-dressing, trans stuff, gender identity in general, whatever), secret marriages and marriages of convenience, exes who remain best friends, first kisses, awkward handjobs, dudes coming on other dudes' faces, time travel, comic books, cuddling, gangbangs, threesomes, and good-natured mocking.

(Which is to say ... I'm really, really, really easy?)

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pearl_o: "Bob," Frank calls, and he's almost embarrassed by the sound of his own voice. "Bob, it's my turn now, Bob."

"You can wait another fuckin' minute, I swear to God--" Bob says in a low grumble that does things to Frank's insides.

Frank doubts the truth of the statement. Ray's sucking on his throat, his fingers still brushing against Frank's ass, a fluttery tickle.

He can tell the exact moment Bob stops moving, his hips pausing, not because he's finished, just out of some bastion of supernatural force of will. "Gee, gonna pull out, okay," he says in a whisper. Gee's "Nnnnnnn" sounds almost confused.

Bob kisses Gee again, and then he's moving, Gee sighing while he leaves and squeezing Frank's hand tight. Frank can't quite get the right angle to kiss Gee the way he wants, but it's almost right.

There's an arm wrapped around his chest, and he's suddenly being pulled back to his knees, flush against Bob's warm body, his head falling back naturally onto Bob's shoulder. Ray beams up at him with an unabashed grin.

Bob moves his free hand up to Frank's face. It's sticky, wet with what Frank immediately realizes is Gee's come. Frank sticks his tongue out, stretching to taste.

The taste of salt explodes on Frank's tongue, slippery and thick. He leans forward, ducking his head to lick over Bob's palm as Bob moves his hand lower. Frank whines, stretching almost over Gee's shoulder as Bob palms the side of his neck, cupping his scorpion tatoo, and drags Frank close for a kiss.

It's awkward, his hips sliding along Ray's, his chest slung across Gee's shoulder, but Bob's pushes past Frank's lips and teeth like they've got all the time in the world, tongue lazily flicking the roof of his mouth. Frank moans, energy strumming like a high note through his body. He jumps when Gee's mouth presses against the side of his chest, but Ray's hand on his back steadies him.

Bob pulls away, licking his lips. "Come over here," he says, and sits back.

Ray's hand pushes on Frank's back. He giggles when Frank scrambles over, thumping into Bob's chest and knocking them both flat. "Damn, Frankie," he says.

Frankie looks over. "Fuck you," he says.

"Nah," Gee says slowly. He's blissed out, stretching out on top of Ray and nuzzling into Ray's throat. "Too soon."

Ray lifts Gee's face by the chin, kissing his closed lipped mouth and turning his head in Frank and Bob's direction. "In a little while," he agrees. "But Bob told you to watch, Gee. Rememeber?"

Gee nods. His hips give tiny thrusts as Ray drags his hands down Gee's back to his ass, spreading Gee's leg to bracket Ray's knees.

Frank swallows, watching the drag of Ray's thumbs against the bottom of Gee's ass. Bob's hand on his throat squeezes, once lightly and again, harder. Frank shivers, eyes falling shut as his mouth falls open.

"If you're very good," Bob whispers in Frank's ear, "you might even get your cock in there." (http://pearl-o.livejournal.com/965489.html?thread=10665841#t10665841)

My brain apparently takes Brian/anyone and Mikeyway/anyone to CLEARLY mean Brian/Mikeyway. Plus this got a little angstier than I'd've hoped. Oh well. Here, have some cuddling boys.
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Mikey wasn't sure how long he'd been wandering around the venue when Brian came to find him. Probably too long, if they'd sent people out looking. He couldn't really bring himself to care.

"He's sleeping," Brian said, leaning against the wall beside him. Mikey stared at the ground. He already knew that. He wouldn't have left the bus otherwise. "We're leaving soon," Brian told him. Mikey knew that too.

"Have anything to tell me that I don't already know?" he asked.

Brian shrugged. "You look like you need a hug," he said, in a tone of voice that sounded more like you should go find someone to fix that than here, let me give you one.

Too bad Mikey knew that one already too.

Brian shifted against the wall for a second or two before leaning over, wrapping his arms around Mikey's chest. Mikey stood there a little awkwardly for a second before Brian said, "you could help me out here, man," and squeezed, his hands spread out warm across Mikey's back.

Mikey let his hands come up to rest against Brian's back, and he closed his eyes, pressing his face into Brian's hair. Brian's head tipped comfortably against his shoulder, and they stood like that for a long time, Mikey shaking a little, Brian's hands smoothing slow circles against his back.

Finally Mikey sighed and pulled away. "Think anyone will notice if we don't go back?" he asked.

"I was the only one who noticed you were missing in the first place, so maybe not," Brian said, a tiny smile pulling at his lips.

"You sure know how to make a guy feel loved," Mikey told him. He didn't quite smile back, but almost.

They walked back to the bus in silence, Brian's steps matching his own, and as the engine hummed to life and the motion beneath them started, Mikey curled up on the couch with his head in Brian's lap and let the gentle rocking of the bus and the feeling of Brian's fingers trailing through his hair lull him to sleep.

The first time Pete and Joe hook up is right after the whole Mikeyway thing sort of blows up. Pete mopes around the bus for exactly 2 days before he gets frown lines between his brows and his shoulders get tense in a way that Joe recognises as meaning he either needs to hit something or fuck someone. Pete’s damaged enough inside as it is, without a pair of split knuckles (or worse) being added to it, so Joe kind of hopes he goes for the latter. Joe kind of hopes Patrick will step in, but when two more days pass and Pete starts staring contemplatively at the window of the bus, Joe ushers him into the back lounge while Patrick and Andy are off elsewhere, and he pulls him into a tight hug, body pressed against body, Joe’s mouth against Pete’s neck. He holds him for a long moment then pulls back, staying close enough that they’re sharing air and Joe’s lips are hovering close enough to Pete’s lips that he could kiss him if he wanted to.

Pete, it seems, does want to, and his lips are warm against Joe’s, hands cold where they slide up under his shirt, and when Pete pushes him against the wall and undoes their jeans with deft fingers, Joe’s cock is hard and aching. He grinds up against Pete as Pete frees his own dick and wraps his hand around both of them, jerking in short, tight movements that make Joe gasp against Pete’s mouth. Pete comes first and Joe is right behind him, biting at Pete’s lip as Pete wipes his hand on his own shirt. Then he pulls Joe into a tight hug, tipping his head away to rest it on Joe’s shoulder, and sighs, ignoring the fact that their pants are round their ankles and their shirts are pushed up, and there’s a whole lot of flesh on flesh interaction going on. Pete holds Joe for long enough that Joe thinks he’s in danger of getting hard again, but then, just as Joe thinks he’s going to have to start thinking incredibly unsexy thoughts about boring sports and his grandmother and dead people (not all at the same time, although that’d probably work too), Pete pulls away and grins at him.

“Thanks,” he says, pressing his mouth briefly against Joe’s before yanking his jeans back up and heading back to the front of the bus.

Joe pulls his own pants back up and follows, and is pleased to note that Pete seems a lot happier suddenly, that he’s smiling again, and the tension is gone from his shoulders and so Joe considers it a job well done.

Andy and Patrick both notice. Patrick seems to think it’s just Pete naturally getting over it. And Andy seems to think it was Patrick. So it all works out rather nicely.

The second time Pete and Joe hook up, Jeanae had phoned Pete, wanting to get back together. Pete had said no, for the first time, and Joe had gone to him, a strange urge of pride rising up inside him at Pete being strong enough to tell her to fuck off.

He’d gotten as far as “Dude, well d-“ when Pete had shoved him onto the sofa and unzipped his jeans. Before Joe could say anything else, there’d been hot, wet heat engulfing his dick and he’d had trouble forming words, let alone a coherent sentence. He’d been with it enough to try to shove Pete away as he came, but Pete was stubborn and had ended up with Joe’s come half in his mouth and half on his cheek, which shouldn’t have been hot, but gave Joe an excuse to lick his way into Pete’s mouth before returning the favour.

Pete had let him crash at his place afterwards, lying next to him on the bed with Hemmy snoring between them. And he’d made Joe breakfast the next day, which he’d thought was pretty sweet.

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The third time Pete and Joe hook up, Patrick has a new girlfriend, and it’s serious. More serious than any of them have ever seen Patrick be about a girl, serious enough that Patrick grins for no reason at all and says things like “Fuck, she’s the one. I’m going to fucking marry this girl one day.” Joe’s happy for Patrick, but maybe not so much for Pete who looks like someone pulled his heart out of his chest and ran over it with a steamroller and then told him to cheer the fuck up.

This time, Pete comes to Joe, ushers him wordlessly into the back lounge of the bus they’re sharing and chucks a tube of lube and a handful of condoms into Joe’s lap.

“Please,” Pete says, yanking his shirt over his head. “Please Joe. Fuck me.”

Joe doesn’t reply, just pulls his own shirt off, then goes to help Pete with his belt, strips him naked, then himself and climbs onto the bed beside him.

Joe’s never done this before, but Pete’s a good instructor, giving him helpful tips that start out as full sentences and quickly deteriorate into “Yes, fuck, oh my god, yes, HARDER, Joe!”

Joe falls asleep afterwards, wakes up an hour before the show to an empty bed and a strange feeling in his chest.

That night at the show, Pete is smiling for the first time in days, is animated, is talking to the audience more than the cookie cutter script he’s been using for the past few days. Joe can’t help looking over again and again, can’t help striding across the stage and playing his guitar right up against Pete’s bass, can’t help lean in and press a kiss under Pete’s right ear, a stupid grin on his face the entire time.

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The fourth time Pete and Joe hook up, Joe wakes in his bunk to find Pete straddling his thighs, one hand working its way into his boxers.

“Fuck,” Joe says, propping himself up on his elbows, frowning at Pete. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Pete freezes, fingers wrapped tight around Joe’s dick. He seems confused as he shakes his head. “Nothing,” he says. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything is just…right,” he finishes, with a twist of his wrist than makes Joe moan out in agreement.

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After that, Joe pretty much loses count of how many times they hook up. He suspects Pete still keeps count, cos he’s that type of guy, but Joe’s just happy enough knowing that they happen on a regular enough basis that it means something. Something good.

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You do to which? Because I will give you either, a request or the life model AU! (Um, if it's the second, giant squeal, what's your email?)

Alicia bangs on the door. “Okay, you’ve had enough time to talk to Gee. Come out of there right now, Michael Way, and let me fuck you! I want to try this thing out. See if it’s as great as you make it sound.”

Mikey sighs, shoulders curving inward and slinks out of the bathroom. Alicia smiles at him and holds out her arms. Mikey goes without question or comment. Alicia mummers into his hair, “You are so pretty,” and “I think you’ve actually got an ass now.”

Mikey mumbles into her neck, “What have you been doing out here?”

“Sending Pete pictures of my dick.”

Mikey pushes back out of her arms. “What?”

Alicia goes, “Look at it,” and gestures toward her crotch. “It is totally better than his.”

Mikey rolls his eyes and goes to climb back into bed. He can feel Alicia’s eyes on him and he kind of likes it. She follows him over. “What are you doing?”

He says, “Going back to sleep. When I wake up this will all be a bad dream.”

Alicia’s quiet for a second and then she suggests, “We could just make out. See how you like it.” She widens her eyes pleadingly and it looks almost exactly the same as when she does it as a girl. Adorable.

Mikey says, “Okay,” and she beams at him before climbing on top of him. She hasn’t stopped fucking beaming since she woke up this morning. Mikey wishes having a dick made him that happy. She’s heavier than she looks, heavier than she was before or maybe Mikey’s new body just takes her weight differently now. He hopes absently that he hasn’t been crushing her in bed but he thinks that Alicia would have told him to move his heavy ass if that was the case. Mikey’s hands explore her flat chest, her back without his permission because it’s been a long time since he slept with another man and he’s sort of missed it. He hasn’t missed it enough to do anything stupid, but it’s nice.

And she kisses exactly the same, like she wants to own his mouth and he likes it just as much as usual. What’s different is the way the heat is pooling in his belly, warm and tingly. He tries to shift subtly underneath Alicia but that just makes him aware of the feeling of slickness between his legs. Huh. He shifts again to try and get a grasp on the sensation. It feels…good, he guesses. Different from when he’s touching Alicia, rubbing his fingers over her slick skin.

Alicia presses him further into the sheets and leaves his mouth to trail kisses along his new jaw line to his ear. “Do you feel it? Are you getting wet from this?”

Completed (http://ficsoreal.livejournal.com/18957.html)

um would 1500+ words of mikey ways unicorn purity be helpful? because i wasn't really planning on ever posting that but i totally could if it was in a cheering up capacity.

Oh, golly! This was wonderful -- I love Joe being there for Pete, taking care of him, and I love how it slowly becomes something else, too, something good. Boooooooys.

*excited*

Awwww, BRIAN! Awwwww, MIKEY! I love this, darling, thank you so much! *snugs*

Nnnnnnnngh. I will return to this later, when I finish with school type things, because ... yes. Yes indeed. <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Ahahahaha, oh man, I cannot think of any conceivable way that *wouldn't* add joy to my life!

*big eyes* Um, a million yeses! I am saving reading the completed version till I finish my class readings for tomorrow, but it is a struggle.

here you go! (http://neverneverfic.livejournal.com/406035.html)

OK, fine, Mikeyway/Alicia with bonus Chris, based on the Pictures (http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/sonictransverter/large-msg-114377500944-2.jpg) What (http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/sonictransverter/large-msg-114377500816-2.jpg) Are (http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/sonictransverter/large-msg-114362058621-2.jpg) Ghey (http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/sonictransverter/large-msg-114377501041-2.jpg). You know, both our lives would be a lot easier if you would just love him the way everyone ought to. :-(

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"OK, hold on, just..." Alicia turned the camera. "No, a little closer. Mikey, close your eyes."

Mikey did so, and Chris rolled his eyes. "What does that even do? Am I supposed to be skeeving on him while he's asleep?"

"No, you're - well, kinda, but you're sad that you can't be together because he already has me." Mikey opened one eye and grinned at Alicia, who smirked back. "Even though you could totally have him too, I wouldn't mind."

"Man, shut up." Chris laughed. "Come on, pictures, pictures." He waved his hand irritably.

"Yeah, whatever, you know you want him." Alicia moved, standing up to find the best angle. "Dammit, Mikey, stop smiling! This isn't a joke, there's a deeper purpose, remember?"

"Sorry!" Mikey laughed. "Sorry. Here, I'll cover my mouth with the pillow."

"Ugh, man, don't do that, you don't know where it's been!"

Mikey cocked an eyebrow at Chris. "Yeah I do. That's kinda the point, remember?"

Chris rolled his eyes. "Whatever you want, dude. Pictures now, right?"

"All right, jeez, you camera whore. Mikey, close your damn eyes!"

Later, while Mikey was out doing whatever he needed to be doing for the author to get him out of the way for this scene, Alicia flopped down next to Chris on the couch and slung an arm around his shoulder.

"You know, I wasn't joking earlier."

"'bout what?"

"About Mikey. You and he could totally have a thing if you wanted, I'd be completely fine with it."

Chris snapped his head over, but she wasn't grinning. She was just looking at him, eyes maybe a little wider than usual. Fuck, was she serious? He looked away and forced a laugh.

"Yeah, thanks, I think I'm cool. Still basically straight, no matter what the internet's about to think."

Alicia rolled her eyes and kissed him on the cheek. "That's what everyone says. I thought I was straight until I met Sarah, Mikey thought he was until he met Pete - oops, sorry."

Chris laughed, genuinely this time. "I'm not like made of glass, you know? You can say his name. It's not like we broke up or anything."

Alicia patted his arm fondly before standing up. "You just keep telling yourself that."

Mikey walked back in to find Chris staring at his fiancée with what looked like equal parts disbelief and amusement. He backed up a step. "Shit, you told him, didn't you."

Alicia laughed, shaking her head fondly. "Well, duh."

"Listen, don't pay attention to her, she's crazy." Mikey grinned, but it was lopsided. "Also, she's gonna kick my ass now."

"Oh, you bet I am, Mikeyway." Alicia grinned, her eyes glinting wickedly in a way Mikey was pretty sure should only happen in anime. "But not now. Now we go have dinner and wait for the shit to hit the web."

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Um. This kinda refused to end. Actually, it's probably not done yet, but I have no idea if you even know what's going on so I'll cut it off here. Look! Mikeyway! *runs off*

:: bribes you with kittens? ::

The first time, their lips are barely touching; Gerard’s fingers only lightly tugging the edges of Ray’s t-shirt, when they’re interrupted. Mikey walks in from out of nowhere, coffee in hand, talking about how he was “so freaking drunk” last night, and he doesn’t see them pull apart but he does catch the edge of the mood and his brow furrows and he says: “What’s going on?”

Ray says it’s “nothing,” without even thinking about it, but he notices Gerard’s not saying much of anything at all which is weird, and he notices as Mikey keeps talking, that Gerard won’t look at him. Ray’s not a pro at reading the signs or anything but he knows that’s probably not a good one.

So when they’re alone again, Ray doesn’t want it to be weird, so he doesn’t try to kiss him again or anything, he just says “Kong?”

Gerard sort of shrugs and then nods; still not really saying much, and Ray’s really beginning to feel like he did something wrong. But when they sit down on the floor, Gerard sits real close, so that their knees are pressed together. (He wants to be Dixie, as usual.)

Then, when Ray hands him the controller, Gerard finally actually looks at him, and his mouth twitches a little like he want to say something but he doesn’t, and he doesn’t take the controller either. He takes Ray’s free hand in both of his and he presses a quick kiss to the top of it. There’s a weird kind of silence and then Gerard laughs; self conscious and awkward, his face flushed red. Ray smiles too, feeling heat in his face, and deep in his stomach. It’s so stupid and embarrassing and Gerard and Ray is going to say so, but instead he just pulls Gerard close and kisses him, again, and again. Every time like it’s the first.

Ahahahaha, this is adorable. Yay! Thank you!

I LIKE KITTENS. ALSO: YOU. (I was actually asleep when you called the other day. My sleep schedule = bizarre.)

They are the MOST precious. FOREVER. ♥♥♥♥♥

Bobbie's never really thought of herself as a feminist. She's all for equality, sure, and don't get her started on the assholes who feel the need to talk about girl drummers like they're some kind of mutation, but she's never felt the need to subscribe to Bitch or burn her bra or anything (all other issues aside, bralessness is for people who don't wear a D-cup, okay).

So she's never sure what to say when journalists ask if they consider themselves a "feminist band", whatever that's even supposed to mean. Gee's usually willing to field those questions, though, and if she wants to get up on the angry feminist soapbox now and then, who's Bobbie to say anything against it?

Besides, it can be pretty cool to be up there on the riser, looking out over the crowd while Gee hollers at all the girls in the audience about how they should never let anyone give them shit for being girls, and they scream back in agreement. One of the reason's Bobbie's never been sure of the whole "feminist band" label is that it seems like such a loaded thing, like it creates obligations and expectations that Bobbie's not sure she wants to sign on for. But when Gee's standing out there telling girls to be who they are and tell anyone who has a problem with that to go fuck themselves, Bobbie feels like this is right, like putting that message out there is important, even it it comes with stupid labels.

Plus, sometimes Gee gets the guys in the audience to take their shirts off. That's always fun.

Awwwwww! MCR would be an awesome feminist band, man. Giiiiiiiiirls. <3

Girl!Gee would be an awesome feminist frontwoman, I feel.

Bobbie just wants to rock out! But if anyone suggests that her ability to rock out is hindered by her girly bits, she will kick some ass.

IDK if this counts as "great length" but it's what I've got. Comics, Cuddling, and Good-Natured Mocking (http://sociofemme.livejournal.com/397478.html)

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plz to be ignoring changes in tense in the second part.

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Genderswap Snippet, Alicia/Mikey

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Re: Ahem.

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because I am predictable (and full of fluff, apparently)

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HI I SHOULDN'T BE WRITING FANFICTION RIGHT NOW. SHH.

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