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part two! )
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part one! )
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pretty much some fics i have not/will not finish, and stuff that's been kicking around in my head since day one. (please note that i think that bert is adorable and, therefore, not an asshole.)

lyn-z/gerard universe mix-up!


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posted by [personal profile] moneyes at 05:40pm on 11/02/2008 under ,
I WASN'T KIDDING ABOUT THAT FIC GUYS.

it's too early for this shit (not entirely finished, but meh)
MCR, 1,645 words. G. Gen for now. Based on this.
You're poisoning the kids of America.



 
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posted by [personal profile] moneyes at 04:47pm on 21/01/2008 under
okay, so, uh--[personal profile] onneonlights mentioned something about leathermouth!frank + gerard, and believe me, i love me some leathermouth. i also love paint-splatteredshoes!gerard, so, here you go:

untitled
frank/gerard, 2,000 words. Light R.
mikey for the win! (yes, this is a summary, idek, though)
for [personal profile] onneonlights.

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posted by [personal profile] moneyes at 12:36am on 26/12/2007 under , ,
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posted by [personal profile] moneyes at 05:28pm on 26/11/2007 under , ,
i have writer's block.

i am sleepy.

crappy mondays. crappy days, period.

but there's music so for the moment, i am good.

anybody want to prompt me? i need to start writing. name a person/pairing, and i'll see what i can come with. and for fun purposes: EVERYONE RESPONSE I MAKE WILL BE PURE PORN.




eta: ugh, peer pressure. :D give me your link please.
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posted by [personal profile] moneyes at 05:13pm on 14/11/2007 under ,
Fucking New Jersey. Fucking Jersey with its one damn Driver's Ed school being burned down by a mysterious fire that was obviously arson.

Gerard breathes heavily through his nose, wipes his fingers, and swallows a scream. "Okay--"

Mikey's forehead beads suddenly, crinkles. "Okay? Forward?" He taps his feet a bit and the car lurches forward, screeches dead when Gerard does. "Fuck--okay, ten and two."

They both glance down at Mikey's hands. He shifts a little, pushes up his glasses on his nose, "I am ten and two."

"No," gasp, "That's three and nine."

His forehead crinkles a bit. "Is there a difference?"

"TEN AND TWO."

Mikey's hand slip accordingly. The car leers again, "I'm not even--I'm not doing anything!"

Fuck this damn ghost car.

"What--whatever, ignore it. Ten and two, where's your foot?"

"On the gas pedal."

Oh, shit--they're moving. Again.

"Oh--" Gerard shimmies his foot around until he comes down hard on Mikey's Converses. The car stops. "Listen to me. Do not--do not--touch this--" he points at the gas pedal--"until this--" he points at his mouth, "tells you to."

Mikey nods at him, slowly, and sinks in his seat. Fuck. "Hey, I'm not--I'm not trying to. I'm not trying to be mean. It's just--" he makes his voice not whine, "I don't want to die, you know?"

Mikey shrugs, doesn't look at him. "I'm trying, okay? Jesus Christ, this is not the eighteenth century or anything, when I all I had to know was how to whip a horse on the ass to make it move. This shit is scary, and you freaking out is not helping at all." He adds, smiles, "But I know it was either you or Mom, so, uh, thanks?"

Gerard grins, "Let's try ten and two again, okay?"

*

I WANT THIS FIC. I DON'T WANT TO WRITE IT.
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