14 Valentines Day 9: Athletics
LYN-Z! *flaps and flails* So I perhaps have an unreasonable amount of enthusiasm for her, but I don't really care! She is intelligent and articulate! She is bendy as all fuck. Here - go scroll past some pictures of her husband and look at some more pictures! And then come back and squee with me about her epic awesome. BECAUSE I NEVER GET TIRED OF DOING THAT! \0/ (For 14valentines day 9: Althetics)
The Stupid High School AU Where Hardly Anyone's Gay: Gerard/Lyn-z by impertinence (Gerard/Lyn-Z, AU, R)
Christ, he was a loser even by art geek standards. "It's school property!"
"Whatever," she said, and flipped him off.
It was totally unfair to land in detention for that. She hadn't even punched him.
Get to Kiss That Twisted Mouth by nokomis305 (girl!Gerard/Lyn-Z, AU, PG)
After the set ends, she hangs around side stage and steps up to the girl, sweaty and fucking glowing like she'd been ridden hard and put up wet, and sticks out her hand. "I'm Lyn-Z," she says. "You kick ass."
The grin that breaks across the girl's face is beautiful, tiny teeth and all. "Thanks. Gee. Um. My name is Gee. I didn't like, just channel the 50s or anything. Fuck."
Bred in the Bone by collapsible (Bob/Gerard/Lyn-Z, PG)
He settles into the cushions, takes a sip of beer, then sets it down against his thigh to type, Well, you know.
Even Lindsey's avatar looks annoyed. That's not an answer, Bryar.
Married to Gerard for a year and she already sounds like him. Maybe she always did. Bob tries not to think about Gerard too much for now; he's supposed to call him at some point anyway. He tries again: Sorry. I'm okay, just haven't been feeling very talkative lately.
All their personal belongings have intertwined by chiromancy (permutations of Frank, Gerard, Lyn-Z and Jamia, NC-17)
"People have been having babies since fucking forever, and it's a three month tour. She's gonna be barely showing by the end of it. She'll be fine. Find something else to freak out about. Like the fact that you're going to have a damn baby and you're obviously mentally challenged."
"Oh, fuck you." Frank feels like an idiot, and it's a vast improvement. "Is Lindsey coming out?"
"Yeah, married folks bus is going to be awesome."
Steps by lovebashed (Gerard/Lyn-Z, PG-13)
The mower is old school, hard to start up as you have to pull that thing attached to that other thing and do it with fast, determined moves.
“I think it knows you’re afraid of it. Don’t let it see your fear,” Lyn observes from the garden swing. She’s wearing his sunglasses and her own Mikey Fuckin Way t-shirt, boyshorts that show less skin than the skirts she wears on stage.
i see the girls are out, a lot of freaks in the house by gonnafeelgood (Jamia/Lyn-Z, AU, PG)
Lyn-z loves everything about college. Before she moved out west, she’d always kind of felt like an alien. An alien trapped in New Jersey.
It’s maybe a little strange that she finds her place in a Jesuit school in bumfuck Washington.
But she does. She finds a place, a name, a whole person. A life.
Sixteen miles to the promised land by violin_road (Bob/Gerard/Lyn-Z, NC-17)
Bob has, at the end of the unpacking, eight pairs of black socks in decent condition, six pairs of black socks in various stages of decay, three unmatched black socks, seven pairs of stripey socks, five and a half pairs of white socks in various stages of decay, and a pair of giraffe socks that Ray found somewhere and left on Bob's pillow in Des Moines, wrapped very elaborately.
And a CD-R.
Burn Bright Like A Star by iamsupernova, nokomis305 and perspexsea (Frank/Gerard/Lyn-Z, NC-17)
When Lyn-Z tells him that she’s filling in on bass for Leathermouth for a little while, Gerard just nods distractedly and says he'll go to all her shows. He’s been working on sketches for his comic and the deadline is looming, so he doesn't give the situation the attention it deserves until Lyn-Z comes home from the first practice with a giant bruise blossoming on her arm and a grin on her face.
He traces that bruise with his mouth that night, and she laughs and tells him that Frank is a crazy motherfucker.
He keeps idly wondering about it, right up until the first show.
The Stupid High School AU Where Hardly Anyone's Gay: Gerard/Lyn-z by impertinence (Gerard/Lyn-Z, AU, R)
Christ, he was a loser even by art geek standards. "It's school property!"
"Whatever," she said, and flipped him off.
It was totally unfair to land in detention for that. She hadn't even punched him.
Get to Kiss That Twisted Mouth by nokomis305 (girl!Gerard/Lyn-Z, AU, PG)
After the set ends, she hangs around side stage and steps up to the girl, sweaty and fucking glowing like she'd been ridden hard and put up wet, and sticks out her hand. "I'm Lyn-Z," she says. "You kick ass."
The grin that breaks across the girl's face is beautiful, tiny teeth and all. "Thanks. Gee. Um. My name is Gee. I didn't like, just channel the 50s or anything. Fuck."
Bred in the Bone by collapsible (Bob/Gerard/Lyn-Z, PG)
He settles into the cushions, takes a sip of beer, then sets it down against his thigh to type, Well, you know.
Even Lindsey's avatar looks annoyed. That's not an answer, Bryar.
Married to Gerard for a year and she already sounds like him. Maybe she always did. Bob tries not to think about Gerard too much for now; he's supposed to call him at some point anyway. He tries again: Sorry. I'm okay, just haven't been feeling very talkative lately.
All their personal belongings have intertwined by chiromancy (permutations of Frank, Gerard, Lyn-Z and Jamia, NC-17)
"People have been having babies since fucking forever, and it's a three month tour. She's gonna be barely showing by the end of it. She'll be fine. Find something else to freak out about. Like the fact that you're going to have a damn baby and you're obviously mentally challenged."
"Oh, fuck you." Frank feels like an idiot, and it's a vast improvement. "Is Lindsey coming out?"
"Yeah, married folks bus is going to be awesome."
Steps by lovebashed (Gerard/Lyn-Z, PG-13)
The mower is old school, hard to start up as you have to pull that thing attached to that other thing and do it with fast, determined moves.
“I think it knows you’re afraid of it. Don’t let it see your fear,” Lyn observes from the garden swing. She’s wearing his sunglasses and her own Mikey Fuckin Way t-shirt, boyshorts that show less skin than the skirts she wears on stage.
i see the girls are out, a lot of freaks in the house by gonnafeelgood (Jamia/Lyn-Z, AU, PG)
Lyn-z loves everything about college. Before she moved out west, she’d always kind of felt like an alien. An alien trapped in New Jersey.
It’s maybe a little strange that she finds her place in a Jesuit school in bumfuck Washington.
But she does. She finds a place, a name, a whole person. A life.
Sixteen miles to the promised land by violin_road (Bob/Gerard/Lyn-Z, NC-17)
Bob has, at the end of the unpacking, eight pairs of black socks in decent condition, six pairs of black socks in various stages of decay, three unmatched black socks, seven pairs of stripey socks, five and a half pairs of white socks in various stages of decay, and a pair of giraffe socks that Ray found somewhere and left on Bob's pillow in Des Moines, wrapped very elaborately.
And a CD-R.
Burn Bright Like A Star by iamsupernova, nokomis305 and perspexsea (Frank/Gerard/Lyn-Z, NC-17)
When Lyn-Z tells him that she’s filling in on bass for Leathermouth for a little while, Gerard just nods distractedly and says he'll go to all her shows. He’s been working on sketches for his comic and the deadline is looming, so he doesn't give the situation the attention it deserves until Lyn-Z comes home from the first practice with a giant bruise blossoming on her arm and a grin on her face.
He traces that bruise with his mouth that night, and she laughs and tells him that Frank is a crazy motherfucker.
He keeps idly wondering about it, right up until the first show.