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shiningartifact: 'Til I Find a Place
REC: Gerard has finally gotten out of the basement and become a regular at a diner where he meets Frank. A lovely take on the period just before the band began. The Gerard characterisation is wonderful and the setting feels real and solid and I love the way Gerard and Frank's friendship develops and then grows into something more. I love quiet, thoughtful stories like this so much. (2013-02-03)
QUOTE: Gerard walks into the diner just after midnight on a Friday and slides into his regular booth. He silently says hello to the green chip in the Formica, which yeah is kind of weird, but that's just how he rolls. Tony is at the grill, and Gerard smiles and nods when he calls over, "Hey Gerard. Want fries tonight?"
Frank comes out of the back office and looks over at Gerard's table right away. Gerard's smile gets wider and his cheeks feel oddly stretched from it. He realizes he hasn't smiled in a while. Fucking work. He nods hello to Jimmy Two-Cups, whose name is actually George, but it's way too late to shake the nickname now.
Frank puts a plate of fries on the table and slides into the booth across from him. He's wearing his apron and jeans with the knees torn out, and he's the best thing Gerard's ever seen. He works in New York City every damn day and he's never seen anyone even half as gorgeous as Frank. It's been two months since they met, and Gerard is just now able to look Frank full in the face when they talk.
"Hey, Gee." Frank grabs a fry and grins around it as he chews. It should probably be gross, but Gerard finds it adorable.
"Hey." Gerard smiles back, pulling his sketchbook out of his bag, along with a CD. "So, I. Um. Last night I just threw together some songs I like. I thought... you know, we've been talking about music so much, and..." He lets himself trail off and just hands the mix CD across the table.
"Nice. Thanks, dude." Frank reads through the list of songs on the back and then flips it over, grinning. His eyes go wide, and he looks up at Gerard. "Did you draw this? This is amazing."
Gerard knocks his fork off the table, and then bumps his head against the edge after retrieving it. "Ow. Seriously?" He rubs his forehead absently. "You think so? It's just. I like to make my own covers for my mixes, so I just..." - spent every night of the past week after work agonizing over choosing the songs and the track order and throwing out draft after draft of the cover art before he got it exactly right - "...made you one too."
Frank's smile is lighting up the entire section when Myra passes by with the coffee. "Frank, hon, you'd better get back there. Tony's been looking over here." She leans against the table and fills Gerard's cup even though he hadn't asked. "He's doing that thing with his forehead." (12,880 words)
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author:shiningartifact  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:band.with.a.twist  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:musician  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:US:New.Jersey  time:pre-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-02  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter 
february 2013 by turlough
brooklinegirl: You Will Leave a Mark
REC: Gerard is twenty-two, drunk, lonely, and really, really needs to get out of the basement. A lovely and hurty and completely engrossing take on Gerard's life before the band began. It hurt to read this but the writing is so good and the way things play out is everything I like to see best in this kind of story. I'm a complete sucker for stories where the main protagonist manages to work things through and change their life for the better through their own efforts and that's very much what happens in this story. And I also really liked the way Gerard and Frank were written together. Their mutual fascination and how hot they are for each other. And the sex is scorching all through the story. (2012-12-09)
QUOTE: He shifted carefully, and his head exploded a little bit. He was concentrating on just breathing in and out through his mouth when Elena stopped and looked at him. "Why are you wearing sunglasses?"
"Got home late," he mumbled, and hopefully held out his own mug, which he had been clutching to his chest. Elena filled hers first, then sighed, and filled his as well.
Gerard stumbled to the table. He wanted to put his head down, but he wanted to drink his coffee more. He settled for propping his head up carefully on his hand while he drank.
He could smell himself. His hair smelled like whiskey. It made his stomach roll over.
Elena settled down across from him and lit a cigarette. The snap of the lighter seemed awfully loud. "Did you have a nice night?"
Gerard shrugged. "I went out."
"I can see that." She smoked quietly for a minute. The smell of the smoke made his stomach even more unhappy, even as it made him want one of his own real bad. He took the sunglasses off, tossed them on the table. His head throbbed from the sunlight piercing into his brain. She was watching him, and she looked sad.
"What?" he said tiredly. "What? Mikey's been telling me to go out, so I went out. Okay? I went out, and I met someone, and we -" Hooked up. "Hit it off." He scrubbed his hands over his face hard enough that he saw stars. "I did it, okay? What do you want from me?" He dropped his hands heavily into his lap.
She didn't say anything for a minute, just took another sip of coffee, then another drag of her cigarette. "I want you to be happy," she finally said, quietly.
He stared across the table at her. In the sunlight flooding in the kitchen windows, her skin looked almost translucent.
"Who did you meet?" she asked then, like asking about a hook-up was a completely normal conversation to be having with your grandson.
"His name is Frank," he told his coffee cup. "He -" Gerard stopped, because, well, fuck. He knew literally *nothing* about Frank other than that he was pretty, and short, and really good at sucking cock. "He seemed nice," he finished weakly, glancing up at her.
Elena was just looking at him, and it wasn't pity, exactly, in her eyes, but more like understanding. Like she knew exactly what had happened last night, and exactly how sad it was that that was the best Gerard had to offer.
He sat back in his chair and buried his face in his coffee again. "Fuck," he sighed. "I gotta get to work." He took a moment to gather himself.
"Gerard, listen to me." Elena got to her feet and came over, reaching for his hands and tugging him to his feet. He felt like a kid again, like when he was six and she would dance with him in the living room. She held his hands, her skin warm and dry like paper. "I want you to be happy. I want you to be something. I think you could be something great. You have it in you. I know you do." She pushed him back a little, studying him with her head tilted back, like he was a piece of art, and then moved his sweaty whiskey hair out of his eyes. "But you won't find it at the bottom of a bottle. Or moping alone in the basement." She pulled him forward into a hug. "I love you, kid."
He rested his cheek against the soft fabric of her bathrobe and shut his eyes tight against the light. (25,330 words)
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author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  concept:art  condition:mental.illness  occupation:artist/designer  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:masturbation  setting:bar/club  setting:office  location:Way.basement  location:Cartoon.Network  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/OC(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-12  fic:source:fanmix 
december 2012 by turlough
autoschediastic: You're So Cute When You're Slurring Your Speech
REC: The one where Frank bones Gerard a lot. A fabulous early days pwp. So much fun and so, so hot. Dirty, messy boys ftw! (2012-03-25)
QUOTE: A familiar pot-choked giggle shuts him up fast. "Chill," Frank says, one hand planted in the middle of Gerard's back to keep him down. "Chill, dude, chill, just wanted to, like, horizontal, y'know?"
"The fuck, Frankie?" Gerard repeats, 'cause what the fuck? He totally needs another hit, but it's probably a good thing he left the spliff with the dude outside. Lit joints and piles of dry hay don't sound like a such an awesome idea. Unlike Frank's hands pushing up the back of his shirt. "Frank?"
"S'cool," Frank says, quiet and close. He shuffles around a bit, touch skimming softly along Gerard's back until weight settles on his fucking thighs and then rough fingertips dig into Gerard's sides, gripping hard. "Oh fuck yeah, it's really cool."
Gerard gears up to tell Frank to quit squeezing his fucking fat already, because Frank's always fucking grabbing it, like it's completely fascinating to skinny little fuckers like him, but Frank shifts and says, "Oh yeah," again, all drawn out and breathy, not slurred even a bit despite the armload of beers Gerard saw him knocking back like he was dying. He says, "Fuck, you feel good," and squeezes harder, and that is his motherfucking dick he's grinding against Gerard's ass.
Gerard says, "Frank," and Frank says, "Shit," and shoves his hands straight down Gerard's pants. There shouldn't be enough room, not both hands all the way in there like that, but Frank's a quick sneaky fucker and somehow Gerard's fly is wide fucking open already. Gerard shoves up on the palms of his hands, floundering in the hay, and whatever the fuck he's planning on doing doesn't happen because next thing he knows his shirt's tugged halfway over his head and Frank's hot mouth is on his back, sucking wet noisy kisses on his skin. It feels fucking electric. He goes back down fast, propped up on one elbow and panting shallowly. "Frank," he tries again, and it comes out shaky and thick.
"You're just, like, you don't even fucking know," Frank says, damp lips dragging over Gerard's back. "You're so fucked. You're like really, really fucked right now, and you don't give a shit."
Giving a shit about being wasted isn't something Gerard tends to do even when he's sober, so he's kinda confused about the point Frank's trying to make. Almost as confused as he is over Frank yanking his fucking shorts down with his jeans and wrapping a callused hand around his dick, except it's pretty common knowledge that when somebody puts a hand on your dick they're trying to get you off. Why Frank wants to get him off is something he's gonna have to tackle when Frank isn't fucking doing it, *holy fuck*.
"Yeah, c'mon," Frank says, muffled in Gerard's shoulder, "I closed the door, c'mon. No one's gonna - It's just me, Gee. Just me." He uses one of his knees to rudely shove Gerard's wider, hissing curses when denim cuts in and stops him short. (8,270 words)
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author:autoschediastic  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:performing  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:finger.fucking  smut:frottage  smut:rimming  smut:masturbation  time:early.days  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
march 2012 by turlough
mizubyte: Failboat Frontmen
REC: A really cute not!fic in which Frank never joined MCR but still created Skeleton Crew and Leathermouth and did awesome. (2011-07-31)
QUOTE: He likes calling up the venues and sweet talking them into giving their bands gigs, designing promotional materials, getting calls from tour managers that have found new bands. He loves the excited voices of bands when he calls them back to say "hey, we heard your tape and think you should meet with one of our guys." He totally remembers that phone call. He hears that MCR is in Europe while he's helping Jamia get album release showcases together, and that's good, that's great. Okay he's completely fucking jealous (apparently they even have a manager, holy shit, Pencey never had a manager) because mother fucking Europe. And big tours (the Used? Motherfuckers). (9,860 words)
author:mizubyte  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:music  concept:polyamory  concept:stagegay  occupation:musician  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  setting:office  time:early.days  tour:2005.Taste.of.Chaos  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  band:Leathermouth  pov:Frank  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(primary) 
august 2011 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Breathe On Your Neck, Make Knots With Our Fingers (OT3 'verse prequel 1)
REC: A wonderful story about the breakup of Pencey and the beginning of MCR. The Frank characterisation is awesome. His restlessnes and frustration and envy of MCR and the way he's starting to realise how gone he is on Gerard, it all feels so true. His and Gerard's awkward flirting is adorable and the sex wonderfully hot. (This is also a prequel to the OT3verse stories.) (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: Afterwards, in the chaos of the loading zone, he finally runs into Gerard. Not literally, although it's a fucking close call. Gerard's in all black, it's dark, and Frank's carrying a fucking amp, for chrissakes. Which he does not drop, thank you very much. He does shove it unceremoniously into the back of the Graveyard van and hurry back to grab Gerard's arm. Gerard beams. "Frankie!" he says. "You were awesome!" He goes to give Frank a hug and is momentarily confused by the tangle of cords in his arms. "Oh," he says, deflated. Frank rolls his eyes and gives him a little shove in the direction of My Chem's van. Gerard drops the cords in the back and turns back to Frank, flinging an arm around his shoulders. "I sent you a beer, Frank!" he says expansively. "Did you get your beer, Frank?"
"From Toro?" Frank asks. Gerard's at least half-drunk, and Frank's sorta blazed now - Shaun is *totally forgiven* - and this conversation is going fucking downhill.
"He was supposed to tell you it was from me." Gerard sounds disappointed now, and Frank's heart thuds painfully, once, against his ribs.
"I got your drawing, though." Frank leans in, drops his voice, eyes widening a little to watch Gerard's face.
"Yeah?" Gerard sounds pleased, a little breathless.
"Yeah, I - what the *fuck*, dude?" he interrupts himself, turning around. Hambone has just walked by and smacked him on the back of the head, hard.
"You forgot to fill up the van, cocksucker, and now it's doing that fucking thing with the starter again." Shit. Yeah he did. He'd been reading the fucking Invisibles all afternoon. He turns back to Gerard.
"I gotta -"
"Go," Gerard says, smiling his weirdly sweet little smile. "I'll see you this weekend. Maybe I'll buy you another."
Ten minutes later, when he's up to his elbows in the mysterious innards of the van's engine compartment, he's still wondering if that was flirting. Again. (8,060 words)
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author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  universe:OT3.verse  activity:performing  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  things:comics  occupation:shop.assistant  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:shop  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  time:early.days  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Frank  challenge:2011.No.Tags  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Under the Hide of Me
REC: The Way brothers & Ray are running a small operation for the Capo, Frank is their new driver. A wonderfully entertaining mafia story with werewolves. These two completely different tropes have been made to work perfectly together, each strengthening the other, and the atmosphere and mood is exactly right for the setting. (2010-11-14)
QUOTE: Gerard was getting antsy - the city felt crowded to him now. The farm was the only place he felt really free these days. For not the first time, Gerard wondered if it was time to retire, try something new.
The thought wouldn't leave him alone. Before their next dropoff, he found himself leaning on the Roadster beside Frank, smoking cigarettes in silence as they waited for Mikey to emerge from the last speakeasy on their restocking run. Suddenly curious, he asked Frank, "Do you like it?"
"Like what?" Frank asked.
"Driving." He watched Frank's eyes sweep up his body, land on his face and study him for a moment and he twitched a little, but waited. Frank was always looking when Gerard wanted to look away. The alpha in him wouldn't allow it. And he wouldn't allow the alpha to keep looking.
"I'm good at it," he answered finally.
"I know you are. That's not what I asked," Gerard pressed.
"I really fucking love the driving," Frank admitted finally, but he sounded unsure.
"And the rest of it?" It was something no one ever, ever asked, but Gerard couldn't help himself. He had to know.
"Do I have a choice about the rest of it?" Frank snapped back.
"You're an Iero," Gerard pointed out, and immediately saw the flaw in his argument as Frank snorted and tossed his cigarette butt to the ground.
"Exactly." Gerard had never seen Frank's face look so closed off. He'd hurt him somehow, he realized. He'd known Frank was good at what he did, but he'd never have suspected he let it touch him - he was, on a few occasions when Gerard had been watching from the sidelines, a comedian. Gerard had never thought of him as someone who could be hurt, and maybe that was his mistake. (18,360 words)
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author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:gun.fights  activity:transformation.animate  beings:werewolves  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  concept:supernatural  concept:violence  condition:injury  occupation:criminal/mobster  occupation:smuggler  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:bar/club  setting:farm  period:1920s  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  band:Cobra.Starship  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  challenge:2010.Werewolf.BB  posted:2010-11  recced:2010-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
november 2010 by turlough
mrsronweasley: Breakdown on the L.I.E.
REC: The time when Pencey's van broke down in Long Island. This was lots of fun and very hot. I really liked this Frank, silly and enthusiastic and crude and fearless and very young, and how his relationship with the rest of Pencey and how he felt towards them, this mix of affection and impatience, was written. (2010-01-24)
QUOTE: Shaun was still out like a light across from them, and Gerard's neck smelled good. Not like sunshine and daisies, but warm and human, a kind of unshowered, soft smell. Frank smiled into it as he twirled the roach between two fingers, burying his nose deeper into Gerard's neck and inhaling the scent of his skin.
Gerard stilled behind him. "Frankie?" Frank obviously knew how close they were, but Gerard's voice still surprised him when it went right through Frank's whole body. Gerard had sounded kind of unsure, and Frank was about to tell him that all it was, was that Gerard smelled kind of nice underneath all the weed, but then he felt it - hardness against his ass, where there hadn't been anything but Gerard's hips before.
*Oh*. Frank closed his eyes and focused, feeling around with his skin-brain just to see if it really was what he thought it was, and - yeah, that was definitely Gerard's dick, hard right up against Frank's ass.
No *fucking* way, he thought, giddy. His mind shifted, tilted a bit, and then it was like - there was a new Gerard behind him. Different. A clearer Gerard, maybe, a Gerard who got hard when he was high, or when someone breathed on his neck, or maybe a combination of both, Frank didn't know. But it was - cool. Not exactly in Frank's plans or anything, but then his stomach got fluttery and - yeah, *anticipatory*. He started buzzing with it.
"Gee?" he whispered, and the word got caught in his throat. Gerard hummed in reply, just a quick low sound, like acknowledgement, floating heavy between them. Frank felt his heart speed up. The butterflies in his stomach increased tenfold and he prodded his mind for what could happen next. Maybe he could *make* something happen.
He inched his ass just a bit further back, and even through the many layers of fabric, he could feel the heat coming off Gerard like he was a furnace. Fuck *yeah*, he thought. He fucking *wanted* this. (6,530 words)
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author:mrsronweasley  fandom:Bandom  activity:drug.use  activity:performing  activity:vehicle.breakdown  relationship:friendship  smut:frottage  time:pre-band  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Frank  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2010 by turlough
2008-04-01: The Subset Bandom Connection by wistfuljane
A little old now but still full of valuable info about band interconnections, with flow charts and pics!
who's who and how they are interconnected within a subset of Band RPF fandom centering around three primary bands: Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and Panic at the Disco
fandom:Bandom  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Cobra.Starship  band:The.Used  band:The.Hush.Sound  band:The.Academy.Is  band:All.American.Rejects  band:Taking.Back.Sunday  band:Gym.Class.Heroes  band:Ivy.League  band:Midtown  band:Empires  band:The.Sounds  band:The.Cab  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  band:Pencey.Prep  band:Leathermouth  band:The.Dresden.Dolls  !meta  meta:bands  meta:canon  meta:picspam  meta:primer 
april 2009 by turlough
lovebashed: Preludes
REC: The summer before MCR began, Gerard meets Mikey's friend Frank. This was so sweet. Both a little funny and a little wistful, and the writing is lovely. (2009-01-25)
QUOTE: The show is pretty great. Hambone’s kept Frank in hysterics the whole evening, and Frank is trashing around, bumping into everything like an overwrought animal. Frank has made Mikey and Gerard step into the VIP Box, which means that Gerard gets to stand by Frank's amplifier while Frank rocks and rolls on the night-damp grass in front of him for a full set and a couple of 'Souls covers. Sometimes Gerard dreams about being in a rock band instead of doing art. Most of time he just dreams about Frank. (1,570 words)
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author:lovebashed  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  relationship:UST  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:Pencey.Prep  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-01  recced:2009-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2009 by turlough
bloodbelieve: Affairs of the Pocket
REC: A kind of AU where Frank has anger management issues and meets Gerard while doing community service. I really liked this The characterisations are excellent and felt very "real" and I loved this Frank with his attitudes and anger management issues and love of music, and how we get to see him change and grow. (2009-01-11)
QUOTE: "So, where were you last night?" she asks, deathly still apart from her ever-fidgeting hands scrabbling in her lap.
Frank shrugs, feeling like an unruly ten year old. "Out," he mutters, only half-surprised to discover that he sounds like one too. The clock's ticking relentlessly, a high-pitched sound that he's not sure if he's ever noticed before now.
His mom sighs and Frank doesn't have to look up from his feet to know that she's rolling her eyes right now. "Out *where*?" she presses in a 'so-you-want-to-do-it-the-hard-way-then' tone of voice and, not for the first time, Frank feels a pang of guilt.
"At a gig," he mumbles. "Playing."
"You're always at gigs these days," she says tiredly and adds, before he can retort, "Always *fighting*, Frank. I thought - isn't it about the music anymore?"
It is, of course, but lately it's been about *more* than that. About the atmosphere and the passion, the fighting and the ability to lose himself, and the music is only a part of it now. He doesn't know *when* it became this, when it stopped being playful wrestling and Fight Club imitations (although maybe he does, maybe it's since he Came Out, since he felt the need to prove that he was still him, still Frank, not some... some *fag*).
"Frank," she says clearly, pulling him out of his muddled reverie, and he meets her eyes for the first time. "You've been fighting a lot lately, don't think I don't know, but I haven't - I didn't know what to *do*. You can be so difficult..." and she pauses for a moment, and he looks away so he doesn't have to see the disappointment on her face. "The police - someone reported you for assault last night -"
"Fucking *Jake*!" The accusation bursts out of his mouth and he's half out of his seat before his mom snaps, "Sit *down*, Frank!"
He does, of course. The clock's still ticking.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about! When did you get so *violent*? I've done my best to bring you up properly - you're so like your dad sometimes, maybe too much," she says tearfully, and the twist of her face makes something in his stomach twist in response, guilt shooting straight to his heart, a sharp ache right where it hurts the most. He *wants* to do what she wants, but he can't seem to be someone she'd be proud of. (18,400 words)
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author:bloodbelieve  fandom:Bandom  concept:music  activity:brawling  activity:community.service  occupation:shop.assistant  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:shop  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Frank  posted:2009-01  recced:2009-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2009 by turlough
lovelypoet: Before the Future
REC: A wonderful Buffy crossover. I love pwps that are more than just porn and this story has a wonderful Oz characterisation and a young Frank full of energy and potential. And it's so hot! (2008-11-09)
QUOTE: "Want another?" Frank asks, pointing to Oz's empty glass. He sets a hand on Oz's waist and leans forward, and he's not quite draped against him, but it's close. Oz grins and shakes his head. "No. You?" "No. Definitely had enough, I think. So... where? My place is uh... not close." "I don't have a place," Oz says. "I've got a van." "I've got one of those too," Frank's hands slip a little lower, under the waistband of Oz's jeans and Oz realizes they need to get to an elsewhere damn soon. "Yeah," he says. "But I've got one with no band mates or equipment." "Winner." (3,530 words)
author:lovelypoet  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Buffy  beings:werewolves  concept:supernatural  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  time:pre-band  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pairing:Frank/Oz.Osbourne(primary)  pov:Oz.Osbourne  posted:2007-06  recced:2008-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:PWP 
november 2008 by turlough
coffeewordangel: Type A
REC: Gerard has a type. A slightly AU-ish story about how Gerard first met Frank. Funny and sweet and hot. I really liked this Frank. (2008-10-05)
QUOTE: "Why are you in here at, like," He sneaks a glance at the clock. "11:30 telling me about some band?" "Because they're playing tonight." Gerard groans. "I gave up clubbing. I'm going to be a nun. It's my new vocation." Mikey snickers. "The Church will never recognize you as a nun. Besides, you have to go and keep me company. Plus, you'll like the lead guitarist." Of course he will. Gerard always likes the lead guitarist. Hence his newly found chastity. (2,820 words) (link to part one in the header)
author:coffeewordangel  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  smut:fucking  time:pre-band  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Gerard  posted:2006-08  recced:2008-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
october 2008 by turlough
bexless: An Emergency of the Heart
REC: The one that's a retelling of Disney's Cinderella set in a slightly AUish 2000. This is absolutely and hilariously perfect in every way. Gerard and his mice and birds! The way he talks to them! The way he thinks! Dancing with Frank and it's SO ROMANTIC! Losing his skeleton glove and Frank using it to find him! Completely and totally fabulous! (2008-01-06)
QUOTE: The coffee's taking for fucking ever and Gerard goes back into his room for his robe, stumbling over Mikey's giant shoes that he's left just kicked all over the place. Fucking Mikey.
"You know one of our teachers once wrote on Mikey's report card that he was unobtrusive?" Gerard tells the bluebirds, who are pecking at the dish of seed on his kitchen windowsill. "I laughed for like, an hour straight. Mikey spends his life fucking obtruding. On me."
The birds murmur to each other.
"Fuck you," Gerard says. "It is too a word. To obtrude. To play with your brother's best action figure and break it. To scribble all over his fine works of art. To read his diary and then make him feel bad for yelling at you about it. To steal his porn and then rat him out to mom when she finds it. To walk in on him having sex. Twice. On the same day." Gerard finishes his smoke and lights another off the butt before stubbing it out. "To come stay at his apartment and drink all his beer and eat all his Fritos and leave your fucking clown shoes right where they are most likely to cause him an injury. Obtruding. To obtrude."
The birds look like they might be smiling, like they're on to Gerard's game, and Gerard smiles back, because they all know he doesn't mind, not really. Mikey is the thing Gerard misses most about living at home. Mikey and Jersey pizza. Yeah.
Gerard doesn't even realize he's singing until Mikey grumbles from the couch, "Shut the fuck up, Sinatra, some of us are trying to sleep."
"A dream is a wish your heart makes," Gerard sings, loudly and out-of-tune, watching the mice tip coffee into his mug. He worries that they're going to burn themselves, but they're pretty slick, Gerard's mice, holding their whiskers and tails out of the way. "My place, my voice," he calls to Mikey, because Jesus, everyone needs to get off his fucking case this morning. "You wanted to stay here, all right? Nobody likes a cranky houseguest."
The couch squeaks violently and Gerard hears the muffled shift of Mikey turning over. "Fucking freak. Fucking singing."
"There's coffee," Gerard adds, and then carries his mug back into his room.
The mice slip in just as he closes the door, and Gerard eyes the outfit the birds are laying out on his bed. "Black and grey, today, huh? What, you think I'm getting boring or something?"
The birds flutter around while Gerard drinks his coffee and finishes his cigarette. They always seem to know which clothes on the floor are - not clean, but less dirty than the others. Gerard doesn't know how, because he can never figure it out himself, but it's pretty fucking sweet.
The mice are doing something on his dresser and Gerard looks over. Oh, for - "I just showered, like, three days ago."
The mice shake the shampoo bottle at him a little violently, and as if he's not getting the fucking hint, the birds drop a towel into his lap. (13,280 words)
author:bexless  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.others  beings:birds  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:artist/designer  time:pre-band  setting:office  setting:bar/club  location:Cartoon.Network  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Gerard  posted:2007-09  recced:2008-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fairytale  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough

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