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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 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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."
♥
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?)
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."♥
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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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.
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