So I meant to comment on this when you posted, but I’m kinda glad I waited, b/c oh man, this was a fun re-read. God, I love how you OWN this universe - it’s vivid and perfect and FITS.
I LOVE that this is their first time, love that we get to see it, love Gerard’s need and doubt and GLEE and ENERGY. and this:
There's a smile in Mikey's eyes that doesn't make it to his mouth as he glances between his brother and Frank.
oh man. Dude: PERFECT description of so many of Mikey’s smiles. That’s - perfection.
There's no noise now but the tick of the engine under his ass and the distant drone of Mikey and Ray's two wheelers as they scream away.
LOVE that. your writing is so vivid and I can SEE it and HEAR it and FEEL it.
"But you guys are-"
"We're what? Picket fences? You're thinking like a droid, Gee."
UGH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO MUCH SO MUCH. Heart-eyes. Frank and Jamia are not picket fences.
"We're not living by their rules anymore, Gee. I say who my family is now. And that's Jamia and my girls. That's Mikey and Ray and Bandit, and that's you, you fucker."
YES THIS YES. oh, you write this so PERFECT. this is them, this is their family, this is how they make it work.
Frank tugs Gerard's pants down roughly; they only get down as far as his thigh holster, but it's enough
UGH SO HOT SO HOT SO FUCKING FUCKING HOT. thigh holsters. THIGH HOLSTERS. THANK YOU FOR GIVING US A WORLD WHERE YOU GUYS WEAR THIGH HOLSTERS, GEEWAY.
"Make some fucking noise." Frank says gruffly, before he dives in, no hesitation at all.
UNF UNF UNF I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. seriously, loud demanding noisy sex mixed with danger mixed with THEM I cannot even TAKE it.
He makes a dash for the Trans Am, climbing into the driver's seat without even buckling up his pants or his seatbelt.
....this. Yes. THIS. seriously, dude, I fucking LOVE this, and the mental image is AWESOME and this WORLD is awesome and please please never stop writing in it. oh man. WE GET MORE KILLJOYS CANON ON THURSDAY I CANNOT WAIT.
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I LOVE that this is their first time, love that we get to see it, love Gerard’s need and doubt and GLEE and ENERGY. and this:
There's a smile in Mikey's eyes that doesn't make it to his mouth as he glances between his brother and Frank.
oh man. Dude: PERFECT description of so many of Mikey’s smiles. That’s - perfection.
There's no noise now but the tick of the engine under his ass and the distant drone of Mikey and Ray's two wheelers as they scream away.
LOVE that. your writing is so vivid and I can SEE it and HEAR it and FEEL it.
"But you guys are-"
"We're what? Picket fences? You're thinking like a droid, Gee."
UGH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO MUCH SO MUCH. Heart-eyes. Frank and Jamia are not picket fences.
"We're not living by their rules anymore, Gee. I say who my family is now. And that's Jamia and my girls. That's Mikey and Ray and Bandit, and that's you, you fucker."
YES THIS YES. oh, you write this so PERFECT. this is them, this is their family, this is how they make it work.
Frank tugs Gerard's pants down roughly; they only get down as far as his thigh holster, but it's enough
UGH SO HOT SO HOT SO FUCKING FUCKING HOT. thigh holsters. THIGH HOLSTERS. THANK YOU FOR GIVING US A WORLD WHERE YOU GUYS WEAR THIGH HOLSTERS, GEEWAY.
"Make some fucking noise." Frank says gruffly, before he dives in, no hesitation at all.
UNF UNF UNF I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. seriously, loud demanding noisy sex mixed with danger mixed with THEM I cannot even TAKE it.
He makes a dash for the Trans Am, climbing into the driver's seat without even buckling up his pants or his seatbelt.
....this. Yes. THIS. seriously, dude, I fucking LOVE this, and the mental image is AWESOME and this WORLD is awesome and please please never stop writing in it. oh man. WE GET MORE KILLJOYS CANON ON THURSDAY I CANNOT WAIT.