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schmericaI 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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31/1/08 00:28 (UTC)(no subject)
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31/1/08 02:26 (UTC)---
"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*
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31/1/08 02:47 (UTC)(no subject)
31/1/08 04:30 (UTC)(no subject)
31/1/08 13:30 (UTC)Mitch! This was seriously PRESH. You have to finish it!♥