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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)
31/1/08 00:28 (UTC)Umm...hmm...something I haven't posted elsewhere that is MikeyWay-centric...
damnit, I have nothing. And you offer too many options to start from scratch unless you request something slightly more specific.
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31/1/08 00:34 (UTC)Oh, and do you want to read what I have of my Gerard/Frank Life Model AU (currently stalled out at 11000 words, and maybe you could help by just reading it and saying whatevs, keep writing, you should add porn)?
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31/1/08 00:36 (UTC)Pearl! I'm working on that thing you asked for *bustles* so consider that my bribe :D
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31/1/08 00:40 (UTC)"Mikey, how do I tell your brother that he's kind of a shitty DM?" Ray asked from where he was sprawled out on the floor.
Mikey looked up from the stacks of comic books he was half-sorting, half-reading. "I thought he was doing okay," he said. "What did he do?"
Ray groaned. "Did you miss the part where I got slaughtered behind a tavern by a pack of wild unicorns?" Mikey giggled a little and Ray leaned up onto an elbow to glare at him. "Did you tell him to do that?" Ray accused.
Mikey shrugged. "Maybe if you hadn't laughed at my unicorn shirt, I wouldn't have had to say anything to Gerard about how you hated unicorns."
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31/1/08 00:43 (UTC)Consider this an 'I am putting my thinking cap on because I apparently suck at thinking on the spot' comment fic IOU.
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31/1/08 00:44 (UTC)(no subject)
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31/1/08 00:57 (UTC)He hooks up, yeah. He has no dearth of backstage blowjobs and handjobs in dark alleys, and he generally isn't relying on his own right and left hand except when that's what he'd prefer. He’s not dating, he’s hooking up and, thank god, hooking up with dudes in bands is a whole different world. For whatever reason, it's not awkward, it's not strange, and there are rarely strange looks over the top of tangled cables to deal with.
It's vastly preferable to hooking up with civilians.
The problems come when the hookup either turns into a relationship, which is complicated, or into a not-relationship, which is even more complicated. Fortunately (or unfortunately), Bob fell into the latter category.
Brian should probably have known better than to start looking, like, with intent. He should have known that Bob was too competent, too in love with music, too good at this life, too talented at balancing being easy-going without being a pushover.
He should have known that Bob was going to stick around.
Their not-relationship had been more than half-drunken groping in corners or even messy kissing in the middle of rooms with Quinn laughing in the background. Bob’s eyes were too blue, that’s Brian’s excuse.
Really, he thinks later, it’s just that Bob is too Bob. All of the things that made him a good tech – his attention to detail, his periodic bossiness, his patience – make him fucking phenomenal in bed. And he always got it, he always understood when Brian needed to put his pants on to go put out a metaphorical or (in a few memorable cases) literal fire.
They were the center of The Used’s team of decently-paid babysitters and the minute that Brian realized how important Bob would be, he cut it off.
*
“Okay,” Bob said after Brian mumbled out something that probably sounded like a half-assed excuse. His face was a little tight and Brian would love to think it was hurt, but it was probably just confusion. Bob has never had the easiest face to read. “That’s cool.”
“Thanks, man,” Brian said, feeling a weird mix of feelings, like he had both simultaneously dodged a bullet and been a total idiot.
*
The best thing about hooking up with and having a non-relationship with Bob is that Bob is that Bob is seriously one of the nicest people Brian has ever known, anger and camera issues notwithstanding. So it almost never gets awkward, definitely less often than Brian had expected from the minute that Frank had looked up from the ground in Japan and simply said: “We need to call Bob.”
Because Bob is Bob. He’s not placid, Brian knows that experientially. But he’s not someone who’s going to put all of his shit out there for you to deal with, either. So, really, Brian has been spoiled by the lack of odd pauses in conversations or hands pulled back during setup.
But there are still times, times when he sees the way that Bob smiles at Frank, slow and lazy, that something tightens and he turns his head away, fast.
Because, yeah, maybe if he had known that Bob was going to stick around like this, it would have been different.
Maybe it would have been, but it’s not. And the times that something constricts in Brian’s belly are vastly outnumbered by the times that he finds himself laughing hysterically with Bob in some shitty diner in the middle of nowhere, marveling at his luck.
Because he still has Bob, at least pieces of him. And really, that’s more than Brian could have expected.
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31/1/08 00:58 (UTC)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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31/1/08 01:12 (UTC)BRIAN! YES.
I love this!
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31/1/08 01:14 (UTC)(no subject)
31/1/08 01:14 (UTC)Bob/Brian is not so secretly the MCR pairing of my heart. Glad you liked!
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31/1/08 01:16 (UTC)Ray curled his arms around his knees, hugging them to his chest. "So, you're, like, bisexual?" he said uncertainly.
Mikey looked at him. "Are you freaking out? It's not like I'm going to jump on you or something."
Ray felt his entire face go bright flaming red in a hot rush, and he buried his face in his knees. But Mikey had seen the flush, and he coughed a little. "Unless you wanted me to," he said dryly, and seriously, Ray was going to die. How did this kid who was still in high school manage to out-cool Ray without even fucking trying? It was totally, wildly unfair.
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31/1/08 01:17 (UTC)OMG, this will be posted AT GREAT LENGTH at some point, right?
RAY TORO! MY HEART!
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31/1/08 01:18 (UTC)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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31/1/08 01:19 (UTC)♥ awkward Ray SO MUCH.
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