challenge:2007.ttt   8

riverlight: Perhaps in the Night: What Then?
REC: They're in New England for Halloween. I love the rambly-ness of Frank's thoughts and he and Gerard are so sweet together. An adorable little story. (2009-03-01)
QUOTE: He kind of falls asleep after his shower, and when he wakes up everyone's gone. Bob's left him a note, though - 'hey, asshole', it says, 'you'd better not have fallen asleep, because we'll totally eat your birthday cake without you' - so Frank shrugs into his coat and sets out across the field. It's completely quiet, just the wind rustling in the leaves, dead stalks crunching under his boots, no other sound. And yeah, not gonna lie, it's kinda creepy in a hey-maybe-there-are-animals-behind-that-wall kind of way. He'd totally deny it if anyone asked, but whatever. Frank really isn't a country boy. (2,170 words)
author:riverlight  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  holiday:Halloween  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2007.TTT  posted:2007-11  recced:2009-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
march 2009 by turlough
in_decisions & thejumpcut: The Blind Leading the Bands
REC: Gerard and Patrick in all their idiosyncratic glory during Warped 2005. There's a bit of everything in this story - fun and silly band interactions, dorky and awkward boys in love, thoughtful introspection, chaotic tour conditions - and the mood is light and happy with a dollop of seriousness to temper the sweetness. A wonderful story that never fails to put me in a good mood. (2007-11-04)
QUOTE: Gerard's state of sleepy good will is abruptly cut short when a suddenly serious Frank deposits himself on Gerard's legs and starts poking him in the chest. He gets as far as "you" poke "are" poke "fucking" poke "ridiculous" before Gerard manages to grab his finger. Frank rolls his eyes, but continues. "Seriously, Gee, how old are you? All this beating around the bush, dude, I don't even know. You're kind of fucking gross." Frank sounds totally exasperated, and Gerard is already getting offended, even though he has no idea what's going on.
"The fuck are you talking about, Frankie?" Frank makes an indelicate snorting noise, and waves his hand in the direction of the bus door.
"Patrick, obviously, and your cutesy grade-school flirting thing. Gee, I know you wanna take it slow and all, not rush into anything, and I totally support that, I really do. But seriously? Sitting around watching you two pulling each others' pigtails is giving me hives."
"I, Patrick, pulling... WHAT?" Gerard sputters indignantly, his eyes getting unnaturally wide. Frank stares at him for a long moment, but when all he sees is confusion, he continues.
"Shit, Bob was right..." Frank mumbles half under his breath, and then looks Gerard straight in the eye. "Gee, you know that you have a huge crush on Patrick, right? And that you're kinda, sorta maybe almost dating him?"
"What? No."
"No, but -"
"No, but I'm not -"
"Yes you are." Gerard starts to lose what little colour he has in his face, and Frank scoots himself over to rub Gerard's back and sighs a little. It's going to be a long night. (23,030 words)
author:in_decisions  author:thejumpcut  fandom:Bandom  concept:sobriety  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:The.Academy.Is  band:The.Used  pairing:Gerard/Patrick(primary)  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Bob  pov:Patrick  challenge:2007.TTT  posted:2007-11  recced:2007-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:slash 
august 2008 by turlough
missmollyetc: A Free Man in Chicago
REC: The one where Bob the soundtech takes care of a strung-out Gerard one night in Chicago. This story is incredible. It's beautiful and bittersweet and completely heartbreaking. Seeing the world through Gerard's eyes is like looking at a distorted and cracked mirror but to him it's just the way things are. And I love this Bob, he's so solid and careful and unsure and *good*. (2007-11-18)
QUOTE: Bob grinned, glancing over at Gerard while digging his keys out from his back pocket. Gerard grinned back, pressing the backs of his fingers to the corners of his smile to make sure it looked okay. Sometimes his gums bled a little these days, and it looked really cool onstage, but not so much off it. Bob shook his head, smile dimming a little, and Gerard pushed off the wall to wrap his arms around Bob's back. He pressed his face to Bob's shoulder and blew a raspberry.
Bob growled, pushing at the side of Gerard's head with his whole hand. Gerard wrinkled his nose and clung, mostly for balance, but a little because Bob was just so... *Bob*.
"I like it when you're on tour," Gerard said. "Europe was really cool and... and this one's good."
"Uh huh," Bob said. "That's nice. I like tours too."
Gerard rolled his eyes and let Bob rearrange them so his arms weren't strangling Bob to death. It wasn't such a bad place to be, stuck against Bob Bryar on a cold night. Nothing could move Bob unless he wanted to be moved, and so no one could move Gerard, if he was holding onto Bob.
Except for Bob himself, who kicked the gate open with a screech of rusting metal hinges and lurched over the threshold, taking Gerard along for the ride. Gerard laughed, stumbling along the concrete path. He leaned back, slipping one arm oh-so-stealthily around Bob's waist, and looked around the courtyard. Three rows of blank windows rose up on either side of him. One of the curtained windows, in the tallest row but at the end of it, had a fire escape attached to the brick around it, with a metal slide leading straight down to the dark, hard ground. A tree, stripped naked in winter, pierced the ground outside the inner entrance way. Dude.
"I have to lock the gate," Bob said. "Hang out here for a minute, okay?"
He untangled himself from Gerard's grasp and left him by the naked tree. Gerard snuffled, rubbing at his nose with the heel of his hand and blinking at Bob's retreating back. His buzzcut bleached under the moonlight, gold to bone-white like a ghost, and Gerard shivered. He measured the time it took for Bob to close the gate by the width of Bob's shoulders, broad under his dark hoodie. There was just enough light to see Bob walking toward him, smooth as fucking anything. Gerard's stomach twisted a little, mimicking the throb under his ribs. He rubbed his hand against it, but the pressure of his hand only made it worse. He licked his lips, rocking on his heels in the cold. A branch poked him in the arm.
Bob walked up onto the front step of the entryway and shook out his keys again. He fit the key into the lock, and opened the door quietly. Light from the hallway poured out and covered him, coloring in all the places the night had bleached. The spray of freckles on Bob's nose flexed when he grinned, looking sideways at Gerard.
"You feel up to moving?" he asked.
Gerard raised his hand to pat Bob's cheek. He missed, skimming the air at the back of Bob's head, but Bob caught his fingers - again, man, he was like a snake with those reflexes - and folded his palm around them, warm and solid. Gerard giggled, and Bob, startled, laughed as he led the way into the apartment building. (2,950 words)
(also at & )
author:missmollyetc  fandom:Bandom  activity:drug.use  activity:drinking  concept:addiction  relationship:UST  time:early.days  setting:on.tour  geography:US:Chicago  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2007.TTT  posted:2007-11  recced:2007-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
megolas: Head First For Basements
REC: Another highschool AU. Very funny and cute. (2007-11-04)
QUOTE: Patrick's thigh was buzzing under his head - possibly the second flask had been a bad idea.
Patrick petted Frank's head and pulled his cellphone out. "Pete says that everyone's going to Denny's after."
"Oooh, pancakes. Ooh." Frank said, waving a hand in the air.
Ray snorted. "Voice of reason here, all in favour of going to Denny's with a drunk Frank, raise a hand." He looked around: the only hand in the air was, predictably, attached to Frank. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
Gerard stretched, tucking his sketch pad back into his bag. "I have more booze back at mine."
Frank wiggled until he was leaning against Patrick's shoulder. "You going to come with?"
"Pete'll be at Denny's." Patrick said.
"Yeeaah, with Mikey. Being all PeteandMikey."
Frank could see Gerard twitching in the corner of his eye and Patrick hummed and nodded. "Good point."
"Anyway, there'll be booze!" (2,090 words)
(also at & )
fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:friendship  smut:handjob  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Patrick(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2007.TTT  posted:2007-10  recced:2007-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  author:megolas  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
august 2008 by turlough
jocondite: Party Games and Goodtime Guys
REC: Spontaneous partying on the TAI bus with Cobra Starship and PeteandPatrick. I love stories that focus on the group interactions and friendships and where any pairing is a natural outgrowth of that. Add in banter and snark and drunken silliness and I'm a very happy fangirl.(2007-11-11)
QUOTE: There's a rapping at the door - "You see?" Sisky says, raising an eyebrow. "Some people, some people *knock*," - and Gabe is not greatly surprised (not greatly pleased, either, but not surprised) to see Alex ducking his head as he clambers over the threshold. Ryland *would* send him to mediate, the cunning fucker. "Tell that viper I nurtured in my own bosom to fuck off," Gabe says easily, before he can open his mouth. "Tell him I hope he gets scabrous crotchrot and that his crotch - get this - *rots off*." "Nice," William says approvingly, leaning against his shoulder. (3,920 words)
author:jocondite  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Cobra.Starship  band:The.Academy.Is  pairing:Gabe/William(primary)  pov:Gabe  challenge:2007.TTT  posted:2007-11  recced:2007-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
august 2008 by turlough
gonnafeelgood: Figure You Out
REC: The one where Bob can suddenly read thoughts. This is one of those stories that manages to be funny and sweet and serious, all at once, and stories that do this successfully have always been my kryptonite. Particularly if they, like this one, are written in a lowkey, determinedly non-dramatic style, and filled with a quiet love for the characters and their all too human follies. (2007-11-04)
QUOTE: Bob thinks that he has already experienced the most annoying part of this psychic shit. He's already trying to block out Mikey's constant inner monologue about everything from Doritos to Anthrax, and Ray's philosophical musings, and Frankie overlapping his words and thoughts since the dude has absolutely zero verbal filter (which is really kind of creepy). Gerard is running from the room any time Bob walks in and... whatever. It's not like he cares or anything.
But no. As annoying as his bandmates are and as exponential as that irritation grows when he hears all of their crazy, stupid-ass thoughts, it turns out it can get much, much, much worse.
Bob isn't sure if they think that he's already asleep or what. He did retreat to his bunk a few hours ago, growling at Ray along the way after Ray just forwent speech entirely and *thought at him* to fuck with him in the middle of a video game, for fuck's sake. But he hasn't been sleeping, as much as he desperately wishes he could be. His iPod helps drown out the more distant thoughts and, fortunately, the rest of the guys had gone to get food somewhere. So it had been relatively quiet and he had been half-dozing.
Had been. Until they had apparently decided that it was safe to come back and go to bed. Come back, go to bed, and fucking jerk off like fucking assholes.
a flicker of Jamia's thigh, her hands moving down a tattooed stomach
full lips with a loop on the right side, blonde hair just brushing the edge of view
ohgod, right there, ohgod, ohgod, so fucking beautiful
5 o'clock shadow scratching between shoulder blades, big teeth biting the curve of ass
shh, shh, shh... can't let them hear
snatches of songs, the melody humming behind thighs and hips and stomachs, vibrating just right...
Bob groans. It's... so weird. Yeah, he knows that they jerk off in the bunks - they're in a band, not dead. But everyone's been pretty good about muffling and the basic bunk etiquette of pretending not to hear little gasps and groans. They could ignore it more or less (and Bob is not thinking about how hard he gets when he hears a particular gasp) and move on. But he can't ignore this, can't stop seeing flashes of images and smells and songs (songs? What the fuck, Toro?). (4,170 words)
(also at & )
author:gonnafeelgood  fandom:Bandom  concept:esp:telepathy  holiday:Halloween  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  challenge:2007.TTT  posted:2007-10  recced:2007-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
iphignia939: Chicago Ink
REC: Patrick is thinking of getting a tattoo. Sweet and adorable but with an undercurrent of melancholy. (2007-11-04)
QUOTE: Patrick takes his phone off the hook and deletes voicemails unheard. He'd do the same for his email, but he and Pete have been half-assedly working on stuff, so that really isn't an option. He tells Bob and Dan to lose his number unless something horrible happens and he needs to send flowers. He stays in his apartment, ordering in from the vegan place down the street and writing instrumentals that are too - *too* to ever really be useful: too sad, too melancholy, too *angry*. The two good ones he manages, he saves to a separate folder for Travis. (2,190 words)
author:iphignia939  fandom:Bandom  things:tattoos  relationship:friendship  setting:on.break  geography:US:Chicago  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Brendon/Patrick(primary)  pov:Patrick  challenge:2007.TTT  posted:2007-10  recced:2007-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash 
august 2008 by turlough
fayemeadows: This Just Can't Be Summer Love
REC: Yet another Warped 2005 fic (can you tell that I like them? :-) Episodic summer story. Very hot and sweet. (2007-11-04)
QUOTE: "For fuck's sake, isn't any bus sacred?" Ray yelps, covering his eyes while Frank removes his hand from Patrick's pants.
"I mean, hey, awesome and all, but can't you do that on his bus?" Ray continues, peeking through his fingers while Bob claps him on the shoulder and tells him to toughen up.
"Pete and Mikey are on ours," Patrick offers with a smile and Ray grumbles something about "the sluttiest tour ever" as he walks into the back lounge. Bob follows him, smacking Frank's outstretched palm.
"Hey, Toro," Bob yells. "How come you don't romance me when we're alone on the bus?"
Ray laughs, then there's a whack and a thump and a yelp.
"Don't you wish you lived here?" Frank asks with a grin. (1,030 words)
author:fayemeadows  fandom:Bandom  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:omni  challenge:2007.TTT  posted:2007-10  recced:2007-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Patrick(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough

related tags

!!favourite.fic  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  +length:short.1k-5k  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  author:fayemeadows  author:gonnafeelgood  author:in_decisions  author:iphignia939  author:jocondite  author:megolas  author:missmollyetc  author:riverlight  author:thejumpcut  band:cobra.starship  band:fall.out.boy  band:my.chemical.romance  band:the.used  beings:teenagers  concept:addiction  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:sobriety  fandom:bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:au  fic:genre:fluff  geography:us:chicago  holiday:halloween  location:way.basement  pairing:bert/gerard(past)  pairing:bob/gerard(primary)  pairing:brendon/patrick(primary)  pairing:frank/gerard(primary)  pairing:frank/patrick(primary)  pairing:gabe/william(primary)  pairing:gerard/patrick(primary)  pairing:mikey/pete(secondary)  posted:2007-10  posted:2007-11  pov:bob  pov:frank  pov:gabe  pov:gerard  pov:omni  pov:patrick  recced:2007-11  recced:2009-03  relationship:friendship  relationship:ust  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  things:tattoos  time:early.days  tour:2005.warped 

Copy this bookmark: