Hi.

[schmerica]

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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why so epic? (2)

[sinsense.livejournal.com]

The thing is, Brian has already had the top ten shameless band shopping trips of his career. Jepha's order of magnum condoms, three bananas, duct tape, lube, and straight razors only reached number three. He's willing to blame all those other bands for what happens at Target; they're the ones who encouraged his complete lack of shame and insane dedication to his job.

The checkout clerk keeps glancing up at him as she runs pair after pair of panties across the scanner. Brian maybe went a little bit overboard when he realized how cheap their selection was, but he figures it'll keep him from having to restock. The super soft thongs were only three for twenty dollars, for Christ's sake. The stores always fuck him on that, though; three was too few, so of course he had to get six. Brian's pretty sure Frank's into lace, so it wasn't like he could put the peach or the purple ones back once he'd picked up those. And he just likes the others. Motherfucking Batman boy-shorts, how the hell was he supposed to pass that up?

Of course, he also had to buy a whisk, two sets of shoelaces, Frizz Ease, and a bunch of drawing pads, so he forgives the girl for looking at him a little weird. He grins at her when she hands him his receipt, and her lips quirk up at the corners. "You have a great day now," he says, and walks out with a bounce in his step.

The guys are back from the afterparty by the time he gets done with the shopping; he timed it just right. Brian hands the whisk to Mikey, the shoelaces and drawing pads to Gerard, and the Frizz Ease to Ray. "Here's the undershirts you wanted," Brian says lightly, and passes the last bag over to Frank.

Frank looks inside the bag, opens his mouth, hesitates, and shuts it again. Brian grins at him, but Frank doesn't meet his eyes; Brian settles in a seat and faces front, smarting a little, but mostly worried he's hurt one of his guys.

"Can we crash together?" Frank murmurs to him as they turn into the parking lot of the Knight's Inn. "Give Ray his own room."

"Sure," Brian says, "Hey, Ray--" because that's what he does, it's his job.