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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."
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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?)
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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Because I am at work, and have not enough time to write proper comment fic, here is a teaser of my catholic school girl AU featuring Gerard/Lyn-z and others.
When the substitute teacher reads out the roll, everyone looks around when they get to her name. Lyn-z stops colouring in the run in her black stockings with her pen. A small voice pipes up at the back of the room, and everyone turns to see the pale girl with her messy ponytail whisper "Here."
"You? Your name is Gerard?" The teacher asks in disbelief, and the girl blushes a little.
"You can call me Gee." Lyn-z spends the rest of the lesson watching the oddly named girl through her eyelashes. Gee seems to spend her time drawing frantically in her exercise book. Lyn-z likes her already.
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Deftly avoiding Sister Margaret's hawk-like glare, Lyn-z slips into the bathroom, to reapply her lipstick. She goes to kiss the mirror, but decides against it, since she's pretty sure that the nuns have, like DNA scanning technology inbuilt into their wimples.
She pulls her pack of safety pins out of her pencil case and carefully pins the hem of her skirt up to thigh height. It's uneven at the back, but she doesn't care. She grins at herself in the mirror and struts out, ready to take on the world, or at least art class. And she's hoping that Gee is girl enough to appreciate the view.
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Annoyingly, Gee doesn't come to art class, which was where Lyn-z had been planning to launch her seduction plan. Admittedly, it mostly consisted of tackling her target to the ground and crushing her with her thighs until the other girl agreed to go on a date with her. Lyn-z has never been a big believer in subtlety. Now she is at a little bit of a loss.
True, she'd seen Gee around the school before.
They were a small group; only 300 girls inside the cold grey stone walls of the convent turned catholic school. But she'd never spoken to her. Up until this term, she'd been accompanied by her good friend Jemima Euringer.
Sadly Jemmy had been expelled due to, amongst other things her constant and aggravated nudity, leaving Lyn-z to her own devices. She had resigned herself to a life of boredom, lightened only by the occasional illegal visit by Jemmy and minor acts of arson, but now Gee has caught her eye. And the other girl looks weird enough to provide at least some fun.
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Unfortunately, everyone knew what she looked like naked by then, and she'd cut open the top of beanie, as to not squash her spiked hair. The nuns weren't happy.
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Constant and aggravated nudity!
LYN-Z AT HER OWN DEVICES!
Gee looks weird enough to provide some fun!
THIS IS AMAZING.
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Mostly, Lyn-z's devices have been drawing giant dragons with Jemmy's hairstyle striking down suspiciously nun shaped goblins, and being given constant afterschool detention. Oh, and one time she broke two toes, winded herself and got a concussion from attempting to stage dive onto a group of girls at a cafeteria table.
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Ray doesn't understand why all of her friends won't spend time with Rhyanna. She thinks that the other girl is made of stoned kittens and sunbeams and love.
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