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doctorkilljoy: Ad Astra
REC: Centuries into the future, the Third Wave of Space Exploration is well underway. Frank, Gerard, and Grant are all members of an expedition exploring an alien planet. This is such a wonderful space AU. I love everything about the exploring of the planet, so many fascinating animals and plants! I also really like the characterisations and the relationships dynamics. So far it's my favourite BBB story this year. (2016-10-02)
QUOTE: "This is likely unnecessary, but I did promise an introduction. Gerard, this is Frank Iero, the pilot responsible for bringing me the data I showed you. Frank, this is Gerard Way, my teaching assistant and colleague."
"I'm not really a colleague," said Gerard. "I'm still working on my dissertation."
"You're getting a doctorate?" Frank asked.
"Yeah. That way I can run my own expedition. Most universities won't let you run one without a PhD." Gerard explained.
"Holy shit, good for you!" Frank exclaimed, and he meant it. Gerard beamed at him.
"We have some business to attend to," Grand said, and gestured for them both to be seated. Once they were, he said, "I've made some progress since we last spoke."
"Okay, hit me." Frank leaned back in his chair and listened.
"We still don't have a team, beyond the three of us, but I have a few leads. Including funding and preservation."
"We'd need lawyers filing paperwork to make sure that companies like Delta Corp can't sneak up on us and jump our claim," Gerard explained to Frank. "So they'll be fighting for us in court while we prove the planet fits all the criteria for further scientific study."
"Which I've been informed shouldn't be too difficult," said Grant.
"How long do we have to prove it?"
"Three months after our initial landing."
"Shit." That didn't sound long to Frank.
"Nah, it's good. Like two plant samples, one water sample and a live animal should be enough," Gerard said to him.
"Okay. But let's say one of those companies decides to say fuck it and ignore the legal mumbo jumbo. It's not like we can fix it once they start tearing the place apart."
"There are defenses for cases like that." Grant pursed his lips together, as though he were thinking. "We can make the planet safe, and make sure that people who aren't supposed to be there, aren't there."
Frank nodded. "Okay. So what's next?"
"I'm working on assembling a crew, as I said. At least for our first trip," Grant replied. "And we're missing a few key players."
"Do you know any doctors that would be good for this?" Gerard asked. Grant looked at him and Gerard mumbled sheepishly, "Doesn't hurt to ask."
"You're right." Said Grant. "I'm ashamed I didn't think of it first. Frank, is there anyone?"
Frank shook his head. "All the people I know who work in engineering or medical are at Delta Corp. And I wouldn't recommend any of them even if they weren't."
"Damn," Grant murmured. "I have a lead on another scientist we can invite, but what we need a mechanic and a doctor."
"Oh! Actually I have a mechanic in mind!" Gerard reminded Grant. "I've got a meeting set up. And Mikey's still looking for doctors who fit the criteria you gave me."
"Mikey's helping?" Frank asked, surprised.
"Yeah. He still knows a billion more people than I do."
"And we can trust him, which in this early stage is very important," Grant concluded.
Frank nodded. "Yeah, that works. What else you gotta do besides all that?"
"I'll be looking at ships in a few weeks," said Grant. "As you'll be the primary pilot, I'd like you to come with me."
"You want me to help you pick out a ship?" Frank asked. He couldn't have been more surprised, since no one of Grant's status had ever taken his opinion seriously before. (55,580 words)
author:doctorkilljoy  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:research  activity:exploring  beings:animals.others  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  concept:polyamory  condition:injury  occupation:pilot  occupation:scientist  occupation:explorer  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:alien.planet  setting:spaceship/spacestation  geography:UK:Scotland  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Gym.Class.Heroes  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-10  pairing:Gabe/Victoria/Travis(secondary)  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
october 2016 by turlough
heartofthesunrise: A Million Reasons
REC: Gerard and Ray figuring out how to go from friends to lovers, from the Black Parade tour to Project Revolution. A lovely on-tour story. (2016-09-18)
QUOTE: Gerard shook out a cigarette and put it between his lips, then dug in his pocket for a lighter. He came up empty handed. "Do you have -" he started, but Ray already had one hand in his jeans pocket. He leaned forward and cupped his palm around the tip of Gerard's cigarette to light it. Gerard leaned into the motion and his cheeks hollowed as he breathed in. Ray could see the dusting of summer freckles across Gerard's nose. He turned away and blew a stream of smoke into the mild English sunshine. "You sure?"
"Yeah. I just..." Ray turned away from him. It was hard to look Gerard in the face and talk about your feelings - he was too expressive, and too relentlessly sincere. "You remember when you were ready to quit after the first album?"
"Hold up, you're not ready to quit, right?" Gerard put a hand on Ray's shoulder and squeezed, hard and anxious. "We can't replace you, Ray, you -"
"No! No, I'd never quit. I was just thinking about how, like, it could've stopped there."
"Oh." As quickly as he'd been riled up, Gerard settled again. "It would've, if you hadn't talked sense into me." He leaned on Ray's shoulder. That conversation seemed like lifetimes ago - Ray remembered it like an out-of-body experience, like he was watching a movie about himself trying to convince Gerard to keep the band going, sitting there at Elena's kitchen table. "It didn't, though," Gerard continued. "I asked you to save the world with me and you made good on it."
"I don't think the world's totally safe yet, dude." Ray tilted towards Gerard so that they were propped up against each other. "But I don't think I ever thought about us making it this far. And like... It's Maiden. That means it's real."
Gerard laughed, but in a way where Ray knew he wasn't laughing at him. "Far be it from me to, you know, present you with the realities of your station," he said, gesturing vaguely with the hand holding the cigarette. A whorl of smoke curved around his wrist, then away. "But you're the shredding rock god lead guitarist of a pretty important band. Like, I think it's safe to say you're already some kid's Dave Murray."
Ray blushed and squinted out into the sunshine. "Shit," he said. "Yeah, okay."
Gerard ashed onto the concrete. They were warmed by the sun, and by each other, still leaning together like the uneven sides of a pyramid. "And like you said, the world's not saved yet. You've got to make good on that promise." He tilted his head to face Ray - they were very close. Ray could smell Gerard's sweat, ripe with the overtones of tobacco and stale coffee, making his head swim. Gerard smiled. His sudden and vigorous sincerity was overwhelming.
"I'm a man of my word," he said. He blinked owlishly back at Gerard. "I'm here till you tell me not to be."
Gerard's face shifted, going soft, almost pitying. He pressed forward and Ray twitched in alarm, thinking for a brief and horrifying second that Gerard was going to kiss him. His heart hammered in his chest. As often as he'd thought about it, he had no recourse for the actual thing. Instead, Gerard buried his face in Ray's neck, under the cloud of his hair. "Thank you," he said, muffled. Then, "Let's go kick Iron Maiden's ass." (31,420 words)
author:heartofthesunrise  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:music  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  geography:Europe  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  tour:2007.Project.Revolution  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
october 2016 by turlough
SunshineAndRoseWater : A World That Sends You Reeling
REC: Gerard finds that life after the end of the world is scarily like the universe he created for the Danger Days album. A stark take of the Killjoys universe with a hopeful ending. (2016-09-18)
QUOTE: "We should go," Mikey says, standing by the window. He does this most every night. They live in a rather seedy part of the city known as Mechanic's Corner. Nothing about the location is appealing except for the unobstructed view of the desert beyond the City walls.
Gerard collapses heavily on his bed. He's already exhausted by his long day of work, he's too tired to have this argument with Mikey, again.
"There's too much radiation. Nobody can live out there for long."
"Says who?" Mikey's voice still has that far-away thoughtful quality to it. This hasn't become an argument, yet.
"Says scientists, with degrees."
"Who are employed by the government," Mikey counters.
"Christ, Mikey, don't start."
Mikey turns away from the window. "I have a point and you know it."
"No. No you don't." Gerard tugs at his hair is frustration. "For the thousandth time. This isn't Battery City. The government is not BLI. Life is not a comic book."
"Lots of people would disagree with you," Mikey snaps. "Some of the groups out there even call themselves Killjoys."
Gerard throws his hands out in frustration. "I don't give a flying fuck if they start marching and call themselves The Black Parade, we are not - Wait, how do you know what they're called?"
Mikey looks away. "Never mind."
"Mikey."
"Look, the point is that there are people out there who aren't just rolling over for a dictatorial government. There are people who are fighting back."
"Against what?" Gerard asks.
"Against this!" Mikey fires back. "Against a government that's got us in a chokehold. Against a dull, grey world where people are existing, not living. You call this bullshit a life?"
Gerard's anger flares. "This 'bullshit' means a life for Bandit. A safe one where she can achieve something and not just run around a desert wasteland. Where she'll live to be older than I ever will. That is what I care about above all else, you selfish piece of shit."
"What happened to you?" Mikey asks.
"I grew the fuck up," Gerard says. "You should too."
Mikey looks tired all of a sudden. A beat down, worn out tired. He looks a lot like Gerard feels.
"Forget it. Get some sleep."
"Mikey." Gerard puts his hand on Mikey's shoulder, but Mikey brushes it off.
"Just... go to bed, Gee. You need sleep." (26,450 words)
author:sunshineandrosewater  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Danger.Days  time:future  activity:drinking  activity:gun.fights  activity:rescue  beings:kids  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:politics  concept:violence  concept:char.death(past)  condition:injury  geography:US:California  setting:desert  smut:frottage  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Patrick(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
october 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: Come Catch Me
REC: Frank and Gerard help relocate an Allosaurus arcticus. Another outtake in the The Life of Dinosaurs series. Lots of fun but now I really want there to be white, featherd dinosaurs in our world too! (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: "What's your situation?"
"Well," Frank started. It was embarrassing, to be honest. "I'm inside the cage, of course, and the allosaurus can't get to me, thank fuck." The allosaurus opened its mouth, displaying teeth designed to tear and rend. It tried to get a good grip on the steel bars, but couldn't fit its head very far between them. It yanked and the cage jerked a few feet across the snowy ground.
About 300 feet away, Frank could see the tundra rover where Brian, Gerard, Ray, Mikey, and their A. arcticus expert, Kenojuak Ashevak, were safely ensconced, away from any allosaurus with big, gnashy teeth. There was a grinding sound, and Frank watched, alarmed, as the allosaurus chewed on one of the thick metal rods that made up walls of the cage.
"I'm safe for now, but it looks like with some effort, the allosaurus can get through the bars." He sat down on the ground and crossed his legs, because his knees were suddenly wobbly.
He could hear Kenojuak talking calmly in the background. "Well, Kenojuak says they can put a lot of pressure behind their bite, so yeah. The cage wasn't made to withstand a determined allosaurus with time on its... uh, claws," Gerard said.
"Ask him what the fuck happened," Brian said. "I swear to God, he told me he hit the mark. "
"I did!" Frank was indignant. "Tell Brian that I did!" (2,290 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:action/adventure  beings:animals.dinosaurs  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:alternate.world  setting:tundra  geography:Canada  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-05  recced:2016-09  activity:exploring  occupation:explorer 
september 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: Finds You in the End
REC: A one-night stand that developes into something more. With a twist. A very sweet story that gives us a glimpse from a fascinating universe. (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: It had been an impulsive decision, to visit the House of Secrets. Franc's life was too dangerous, too transient, for him to form bonds, and sometimes he just needed to be touched. A craving that he couldn't satisfy with drink, or powder, or the twist of his own slicked hand.
A quick trip to the House, a donation to the Mistress, and a night lost in carnal indulgence. Simple. Quick. Easy.
Franc should have known better; his Luck was never that good.
He couldn't stop thinking about the man, the way he moved, rocking slowly into Franc, making him feel the stretch and pull. The sounds he made when Franc sucked a bruise onto his thigh, the way his fingernails dug into Franc's shoulders to pull him close, *closer*, how he watched Franc's face as he drowned under the sensations trembling through him.
When he closed his eyes, Franc couldn't see anything but the man, laid out under him, strung out by Franc's touch, his face *open*, unashamed and honest. (1,500 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  activity:transformation.animate  beings:dragons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:bounty.hunter  smut:anonymous.sex  smut:fucking  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2016.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-08  recced:2016-09 
september 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: We Could Lose Ourselves
REC: Gerard had to concentrate on keeping steady as the rope tightened around his hands, digging into the delicate skin a little. A lovely and hot PWP with my favourite threesome. (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: He took a moment to try to center himself, concentrating on the nubby texture of the carpet under his bare knees, on the warmth of the room. He'd spent the entire day trapped in meetings in Burbank, trying to hammer out the details for his next comic project. It hadn't gone well, and the tension in his neck and shoulders had spread down to his back. He struggled to let it go, and knew he wouldn't be able to, not without help. "Umbrella."
There was a ripple of laughter from Frank, and Gerard had to fight to keep from smiling back.
"So, Gerard," Grant said, his accent growing more pronounced. "Tell me what it is that you want tonight."
Gerard blushed, heat flooding his cheeks. Grant's fingers were firm on his chin, keeping him from looking away, down, anywhere but at Grant, who waited impassively. "I -" He wanted to squirm away and hide, because there was no way he could say it out loud - "I can't -"
"Shhh." Grant pressed his thumb to Gerard's mouth. "We'll help you. Frank, the flogger." (3,000 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  beings:Grant.Morrison  smut:threesome  smut:fucking  smut:flogging  smut:bondage  smut:sex.toys  smut:orgasm.denial  smut:pain.kink  relationship:poly  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-08  recced:2016-09 
september 2016 by turlough
winterlover: 100 Ways To Say 'I Love You' (not really 100, actually)
REC: A lovely set of drabbles set in the Danger Days universe. (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: Poison’s never talking to that fucker again! How could he think that Poison would let him join them for that dangerous mission! Two people were needed, so it was Ghoul and Poison. No time for discussion!
But when Jet puts a can of soda between them, Poison takes a sip and gently shoves it over the table to Kobra, because even being furious about him doesn’t mean he won’t share with his brother. (1,700 words)
author:winterlover  fandom:Bandom  fic:form:drabble  fic:category:slash  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  setting:desert  beings:kids  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:brothers  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pairing:Kobra.Kid/Pete(primary)  pov:Fun.Ghoul  pov:Kobra.Kid  pov:Party.Poison  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
september 2016 by turlough
LadySmutterella: Passing Fancy
REC: Gerard has a coping strategy when the pressure of touring gets too much. But one night Frank and Mikey walk into the bar he's chosen for the night. A scorchingly hot crossdressing fic with a great Gerard characterisation. And a very sweet ending. (2016-03-13)
QUOTE: Gerard has no idea how he's getting away with this, but they seem oblivious. They're doing this back and forth across him that Gerard's seen them use to devastating effect on a hundred other girls, and he's slightly blurry with his drinks and for just one second he closes his eyes and pretends that he could be their next conquest.
It's a mistake. When he opens his eyes again, Frank has slipped his arm around Gerard's waist and Mikey's hand has crept up under his skirt.
It's shocking - not in what they're doing, but in how much he wants this - and he realizes he needs to get out now.
"I should go." The words don't sound convincing, even to his own ears, and he's not surprised when Frank holds him tighter, Mikey slides his hand further up Gerard's leg.
"C'mon." Frank leans into him, so close that Gerard can feel his breath on his neck as he talks. "One more drink, beautiful." He runs his fingers over Gerard's waist, tucking them under his t-shirt and stroking the soft skin he finds there. "We won't make you do anything you don't want to, I swear."
"One more," Gerard says, even though he knows what a fucking bad idea this is, and Mikey hums with satisfaction and holds out a twenty to the bartender.
It's one drink too many, even for him, and he catches the concerned look the bartender shoots him when he climbs down off the stool and stumbles slightly as he picks up his purse. He doesn't know what to say, though, and in the end it's Frank who shrugs at him.
"We'll get her home safe," he says, and catches Gerard as he stumbles. He has his best trustworthy face on, and Gerard knows just how unconvincing it is, and ends up choking on the laugh he tries to swallow.
They get as far as the outside of the bar before Frank breaks his word, though. (5,000 words)
author:ladysmutterella  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  activity:crossdressing  activity:drinking  concept:genderfuck  relationship:Waycest  setting:bar/club  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  smut:vehicle.sex  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-03  recced:2016-03  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
april 2016 by turlough
syrupwit: untitled ficlet
REC: Ghoul wonders if Poison ever get tired of red. A sweet little ficlet. (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: "You ever get tired of red?" Ghoul's face and Poison's were very close. Their legs tangled together. Their breathing had evened out. (142 words)
author:syrupwit  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  things:Gerard's.red.hair  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-01  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
lucifuge5: Icicles
REC: Gerard has the coldest feet of everyone Ray's ever met. An adorable little ficlet. Very sweet and funny. (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: Having never really suffered from being too cold, Ray would let Gerard slide his feet under Ray's thighs whenever they used to sit in the back of the van. Occasionally, he'd send a prayer to whoever was listening that Gerard's feet wouldn't freeze his balls. (246 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-01  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
RubyTuesday5681: Totem
REC: It's Christmas Eve in the Zones and Gerard and Mikey are out fighting the ghosts that prey on the living. But Gerard has never been able to resist Frank. A cool and original take on the Danger Days universe and Gerard and Frank's relationship broke my heart. (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: Gerard is just rounding to where he has site of the crumbled ruins of the once beautiful amphitheater when he feels the tendrils of want curl around the back of his neck and then slowly slink away. He has to close his eyes against the sensation. It's already too much.
"You miss me so much." Gerard opens his eyes at the sound of Frank's voice. He feels his heart shudder, like the words have settled deep inside him somewhere. In his soul. Frank is still a good hundred yards away from him, seated casually on the stage inside the remaining shell of the amphitheater, but it sounds like he's right next to Gerard. It already feels like he's *inside* Gerard.
But he's not. Gerard is stronger than that. He's protected now. He has so many charms against this, there's no way Frank can absorb him. Gerard should take Frank out right now. It would be so easy. Just fire up and pull the trigger and that would be it. Then it would be over.
"Oh my love." Frank's words compel Gerard to move closer. "You don't want it to be over." Gerard can't even bring himself to argue. He could never lie to Frank. "Because you can't lie to your own soul," Frank replies in answer to Gerard's unspoken thought.
"Soulmates don't work like that." This time Gerard does argue, stopping in has tracks about twenty feet from the stage where Frank is still leaning to one side, resting on his arm out to the side behind him.
Frank laughs, "Did Ray tell you that?" Gerard flinches and Frank says, "Oh, I'm sorry. *Jet Star* told you that?"
"Don't talk about him," Gerard retorts, angrily, stalking closer. "This has nothing to do with him. This is between you and me." (4,660 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  concept:char.death(past)  concept:esp:general  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:magic  holiday:Christmas  occupation:supernatural.investigator  setting:desert  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-12  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
prophetic: Merry and Bright
REC: The mall is weird, but it has its moments of Christmas beauty. A charming and happymaking story about Frank's job at the mall from Thanksgiving to Christmas, both the good and the bad, and how he meets Gerard and the evolution of their relationship. Parts of it made me laugh out loud and others made me sigh with happiness. (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: Frank puttered at the counter, rearranging piles of clothes into other, slightly more stable piles, connecting garments with hangers where he could. It wasn't much good without a rack to hang them on. He collected as many of the dressing room number tags as he could - the tags and number limits hadn't even begun to control the flood of people today - and started to replenish the empty tag hooks.
"Can you help me?" A small, worried voice floated out from the dressing rooms.
Frank looked down the row of doors and saw the guy had peeked his head awkwardly out of the last door and was looking at Frank. Frank hurried down to him.
"What can I do for you?"
"Well, I..." The guy's voice trailed off and he edged open the door, which he had been using to shield his body from the view of Frank or anyone else who might have been in the hallway. "I'm kind of... not sure about these pants."
He was wearing a pair of pants that was, Frank estimated conservatively, about three sizes too large. They hung with reasonable security off his waist, but the front pleats drooped sadly and the cuffs creased and bunched around his feet. Frank frowned in concentration as he took this in. The guy was anxious, and this was why. He didn't know how to shop. Frank felt a smile pricking behind his cheekbones and the beginnings of a laugh at the back of his throat, so he frowned harder.
"I... haven't had to buy dress pants in a really long time," the guy offered by way of explanation.
"Well, okay," Frank began carefully, fighting the prickly feeling in his cheeks. "I think these might be a little big for you." That was the least of the pants' problems, really. Frank flashed back to the day he'd come to work in an old pair of pants he'd pulled out of the back of his closet. They had pleats at the front and cuffs that just barely brushed the tops of his shoes. Pete had sent him home to change, with orders not to come back until he was in different clothes, had disposed of the pleated pants permanently, and could explain the difference between a half-break and full-break hem. And now the fit of men's pants had turned into something Frank could evaluate quickly, thoroughly, without thinking. Something he knew an embarrassing amount about.
"So, the fit," Frank said to the guy, "The fit is the first thing. I can get you some different sizes." His exhaustion was making him chatter, but the guy was looking at him so earnestly. And those eyebrows. (10,420 words)
author:prophetic  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:shopping  concept:ordinary.lives  holiday:Thanksgiving  holiday:Christmas  occupation:shop.assistant  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:shop  setting:mall  things:snow  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Gym.Class.Heroes  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2015.Bandom.Holidays  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-12  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
ermengarde: Somebody Needs To Sing a Christmas Carol
REC: A charming story from the North Pole about Frank the Union Rep Elf and Gerard the awkward and charming nerd who's at risk of losing his job. So much fun and so sweet! (2015-12-27)
QUOTE: It takes Gerard six fucking days to respond to Frank (six fucking days and another four chimney mails) and then he doesn't respond like a normal person, replying to the mail and setting up an appointment, he turns up at Frank's *home*.
Actually, he's dragged to Frank's home by a lanky dude that Frank's seen around the mail-room and the union meetings and more or less anywhere there's a coffee pot. The lanky dude bangs on Frank's front door until Frank comes through from where he's been trying to replace the taps on the kitchen sink, and then Lanky Dude pushes the rumpled, paint covered vampire dude he's holding by the wrist forward until Vampire Dude is trapped between Lanky Dude and Frank's door. Frank looks at them warily through the bubbled glass of his front door... neither Lanky Dude nor Vampire Dude are, like *big* and it's fucking freezing outside and they're both in fucking band shirts... and really it's the combination of goose pimples he can fucking see through the glass and the Misfits and Bouncing Souls shirts that decides Frank. No one wanting to do harm would dress like that.
Frank opens the door.
Lanky Dude shoves Vampire Dude in the back, and he stumbles forwards into Frank. "Gee, this is Frank, the nice man who's been trying to help you for a week. Frank, this is my idiot brother, Gerard."
Lanky Dude turns and leaves, Vamp...Gerard, Lanky Dude's brother apparently, is half collapsed into Frank's arms, and he smells of hair dye and cigarettes.
It takes a moment for Gerard to start pulling himself back off of Frank, it's like he doesn't quite believe that his brother actually just did that. When he's eventually upright again, Frank looks at him, raises an eyebrow and waits.
Gerard stares at him and runs his hand through his already messy black hair, pulling it into his face. He looks like a teenager, and Frank knows for a fact that Gerard is older than him. He'd heard rumors that the original elfing families had a little bit of, like, actual *mythic* elf blood in them, but looking at Gerard's face is the first time he's ever actually believed it.
"Ummm." Gerard bites his lip.
It is physically painful to watch someone being as socially awkward as Gerard is currently being and Frank is not an actual fucking monster. "Hi." He says, sticking out his hand for Gerard to shake. "I'm Frank Iero, your Labor Union representative." (5,900 words)
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  beings:Santa.Claus  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:genderfuck  concept:art  holiday:Christmas  occupation:elf  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:union.representative  relationship:UST  setting:office  geography:North.Pole  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:medium.5k-10k  challenge:2015.Bandom.Holidays  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-12  recced:2015-12 
january 2016 by turlough
syrupwit: Baby, You're Much Too Fast
REC: Five moments in the developing relationship between Fun Ghoul and Party Poison. Stark and direct and very poignant. Balancing on the edge between heartbreaking and hopeful. (2015-12-27)
QUOTE: "Come on baby, just let me take care of you," Poison murmured into Ghoul's ear, not caring how much it sounded like begging. "Wanna make you forget, make you feel so good..."
"Get off me," said Ghoul. "You're high."
Poison's own laughter sounded mocking in his ears. "So?"
"So get off me."
He released Ghoul and stepped back. "There you go. I'm off you. Happy?"
"No." Ghoul looked at him, and his expression was so open Poison couldn't keep looking at his face.
"Right, you're never happy." Poison turned away, feeling the ugly curl to his lip. He was being too loud. He could tell. No one would care in a minute, but for now all eyes were trained on him. On them. He couldn't take it. He headed for the exit. (1,630 words)
author:syrupwit  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  activity:drug.use  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  occupation:rebel  setting:bar/club  setting:desert  smut:blowjob  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  challenge:2015.Bandom.Holidays  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-12  recced:2015-12 
january 2016 by turlough
prophetic: A Late Night Double Feature Picture Show
REC: New York City, 1948, a meeting in the dark at the late night movie theater. This is a lovely little story with beautifully evocative writing. The characters feel very true both to themselves and to the time. And the ending has so much quiet hope for the future. (2015-12-20)
QUOTE: He heard the man take a breath, but Frank kept his eyes on the screen, face expressionless. Figures in the theater stood and moved, strolling quietly, unhurriedly, to other seats to become pairs. On the screen, the Martian shot a man with his laser gun, and the man slumped to the ground, writhing in magnificent agony. The Martian clutched his laser and laughed triumphantly. Somewhere, a woman screamed, and Frank and the man fell into each other.
The man's mouth on his, in a surprising, swooping sensation that made Frank's joints weak. Despite the many times he had been to the theater, he had never, never kissed another man before. Frank's hand on the man's wool coat, and then finding its way inside it, feeling the warmth he wanted to wrap himself in. The man reaching to touch Frank's face and then to put his hands in Frank's hair.
Frank's hat toppled to the floor, between the seats.
Shedding coats, unbuckling belts, and behind them, fire and fumes as the prototype rocket braved Earth's atmosphere and made its way into the uncharted emptiness of the solar system. (1,680 words)
author:prophetic  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:homophobia  setting:cinema/theater  smut:frottage  smut:public.sex  smut:anonymous.sex  period:1940s  geography:US:New.York  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-11  recced:2015-12 
january 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: Outtakes from the Life of Dinosaurs
REC: Gerard and Frank give DinoEgg Oatmeal a whirl. More from the same universe as It Was Really Me, It Was Really You. A very cute little ficlet. (2015-10-18)
QUOTE: "Aaaaand... action!"
Ray panned the camera around Frank and Gerard's kitchen. It was open and charming, warm sunlight slanting in from the windows.
"Hi everyone," Gerard chirped. "We're here at home, enjoying a well deserved break, taking the time to recover from our latest adventures. A faithful viewer sent us a dinosaur related product they found at their local grocery and today we're gonna give DinoEgg Oatmeal a whirl."
Frank helpfully brandished the colorful box toward the camera. "Normally, this kind of thing wouldn't be allowed in our house, because Gerard believes in eating only naturally-sourced, ethically-produced, harvested-under-a-blue-moon-by-children-blessed-by-the-Dalai-Lama-himself-oatmeal-"
"Fuck *off*," Gerard said, sotto voce.
Ray winced; that would be a tricky edit. (983 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:alternate.world  occupation:scientist  occupation:explorer  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Ray  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-10  recced:2015-10  beings:animals.dinosaurs 
november 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: The Sharpest Lives 'verse Ebook (Sharpest Lives 'verse 1)
REC: Aka has made an ebook for The Sharpest Lives series! With illustrations by josie, hooray! (2015-10-18)
QUOTE: I will try my best to continue creating ebook updates as I write more stories in this 'verse.
It is available in .epub and .mobi format, but be warned, the .mobi format is not as pretty as the .epub.
It contains 34 stories, ~40,045 words, and eight pieces of awesome art.
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  occupation:musician  occupation:rebel  setting:desert  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pairing:g3rard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Party.Poison  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-08  recced:2015-10  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Ghost of You (Sharpest Lives 'verse 27)
REC: Día de los Muertos was special out in the Dust. Another installment in The Sharpest Lives series. I managed to miss this when it was posted which makes me very sad because it's wonderful. Poignant and heart catching, and the glimpse we get of Zonerunner culture is so rich and vivid. (2015-10-18)
QUOTE: They got to Forest Lawn just as dusk settled, stealing away the light of day. In the purple-dark sky, there was the faint sparkle of stars that was echoed by the seemingly endless number of candles, lanterns, glowstiks and genny-powered strings of lights that flickered across the landscape, set atop stone monuments, crypts and gravestones, carried in skeletal hands, adorning the walls of tents and temporary shelters.
There was definitely a carnival atmosphere; in the first few minutes they saw stilt-walkers and fire-eaters, jugglers and musicians, most with their faces painted with representations of skulls. There were cloth and canvas tents set up, some selling goods and services, some just a place to rest or make deals.
It was life at its loudest and Poison couldn't stop a smile from stealing across his face.
In its heyday, Forest Lawn had been true to its name, green rolling hills and trees. Since the Bombs, it had been claimed by the Dust, brown and dry. The majority of the statuary and headstones were intact, the trees still standing, but the lush grass was long gone. It should have been desolate and lifeless, but the people who came to celebrate the Día each brought a tiny spark and together they combined to shine brightly, pushing back the darkness.
They spent some c's on candles and found a headstone to call their own. Ghoul set up the candles while Kobra lit them and Jet pulled out the bottle of half-decent alk they'd gotten just for the occasion. (3,360 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Black.Parade  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  concept:apocalypse  concept:supernatural  relationship:established  setting:desert  things:Gerard's.platinum.hair  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-08  recced:2015-10  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: It Was Really Me, It Was Really You
REC: Gerard and Frank are rival hosts of dinosaur nature shows but their new boss forces them to work together. This is a great story. I loved the way Gerard and Frank's relationship evolved and all the shennaningans they got up to filming dinosaurs all over the world. And looking up and reading about all the dinosaurs they encountered was so much fun. Also, make sure to check out the art, it's very cool. (2015-09-27)
QUOTE: "I think it drags a little in the middle."
Gerard's temper flared. "Fuck you, it *doesn't*. Not everything has to be super sparkly bells and whistles."
"We're trying to dazzle Morrison with what we've got planned." Frank pointed out.
Frank was calm, clearly not being contrary for the sake of being difficult, for once. Gerard took a deep breath. "But we don't want to oversell ourselves, either."
Frank made a so-so motion. "I think we need to go big or go home." He grinned. "Besides, we *can't* oversell this. It's going to be fucking amazing, and we're going to win awards and Morrison is going to erect statues in our honor..."
Gerard giggled against his will and flipped through his presentation notes. "Okay, boring, huh?"
Frank blew his bangs out of his face. "No, not *boring*. It just loses a bit of momentum. And it shouldn't, because we're going from ceratopsians to our miscellaneous episode, and there's going to be some epic dinosaurs and dinosaur-like animals in that episode.
"And instead of presenting it like a dumping ground for dinosaurs that didn't fit in any of the other episodes, we want to act like we put these dinosaurs together because they're so damn awesome."
"Oh." Gerard chewed on the end of his pen. "Yeah, okay, I see what you're saying." He took a few quick notes. "I'll fix it."
Frank beamed at him. "All right. Let's keep going."
They ran through the rest of the presentation, hammering out further details, smoothing out a couple of rough spots. They argued a little over who should present which part, but for the most part, it was done.
They ended up budgeting seven and a half minutes to talk about each episode. It wasn't enough, of course, because Frank and Gerard could go on and on about dinosaurs, but that kept the presentation at a reasonable sixty minutes.
"You know, I could do all the talking, and get it done in half the time." Gerard pushed his hair away from his face.
Frank snorted. "Yeah, you could. And no one would understand a word."
"True," Gerard admitted. "Just a thought."
"Yeah, no." Frank shuffled through his notes. "Anything else? Or are we done for the night?" It was early for them, only a little after two A.M.
"Done, done, done," Gerard said, and Frank noticed for the first time how tired he looked.
"You're exhausted."
Gerard nodded. "Haven't been sleeping well. Nervous about the presentation."
Frank squeezed his shoulder, and couldn't help letting his hand linger for a little longer than necessary. "We're almost done. Dress rehearsal tomorrow, Morrison the day after."
Gerard paled a little, and swallowed. "Yeah."
"We're gonna be great."
"I know." He did; they were going to rock Morrison's socks off. It was just the anticipation and the waiting that made him anxious. (25,240 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:film.making  activity:exploring  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:alternate.world  condition:injury  occupation:scientist  occupation:explorer  relationship:UST  setting:beach/lake/ocean  setting:forest/jungle  setting:animal.shelter  geography:Asia:China  geography:Australia  geography:US  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-09  recced:2015-09  beings:animals.dinosaurs  geography:South.America:Brazil 
october 2015 by turlough
dear_monday: Spun
REC: If there is one thing Gerard hates more than his job at the record store it's his co-workers. But when Brian announces that he's selling the store everything changes. This was so much fun. I laughed and laughed when I read it. The characterisations are perfect, they're all very much themselves just with everything exaggerated - I'm particularly fond of stroppy music snob!Ray. And the dialouge is hilarious. So much bantering and bitching! (And don't miss the art, it's fabulous!) (2015-09-20)
QUOTE: Watching Frank yell at customers always cheers Gerard up. Although, actually, this is nothing on the time two weeks ago when Frank caught a kid shoplifting, discovered that it was a Christina Aguilera CD she was trying to hide under her hoodie, and sent her on her way with as much of the pop section as she could carry - free of charge. Brian was not impressed.
Ray is the next one to arrive, uncharacteristically late. "Sorry, Brian," he calls. "Someone held up that hi-fi store over on Dewitt last night, there was traffic." He turns to Frank. "You mind if I put some music on?"
"What are you, deaf? I got here first, I get to pick the music today." Frank folds his arms stubbornly, but the fact that he's standing on tiptoes to meet Toro's eyes kind of spoils the effect.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was just a bunch of idiots with instruments making *noise*," Ray snarks, and Gerard groans inwardly. Not again. It'll be the fifth time this week that they've had this exact argument, word for word, and it's only Tuesday morning.
"Asshole, this is *real* music," retorts Frank. "It's got a *message*, not like all your doom-and-gloom shit."
"Yeah, and the message is that none of these people can *play*!" Ray throws his hands up like he does every time. "Punk's not about music, it's about who can be the most obnoxious! Real music is - is people with *talent*, not these morons who think complaining is the same as social commentary!"
"Motherfucker," Frank growls, "Say that again and I swear to god -"
"ENOUGH," Brian roars from the back office. "Accounts are enough of a pain in the ass without you fuckers! Don't you all have jobs to do?"
Ray skulks off to the stock room, muttering darkly about a decimalized cataloguing system and the kind of Reorganization that merits a capital letter. Toro's job seems to involve a lot of hanging out in the stock room with his headphones on, especially when Frank has won the day's music choice privileges.
Mikey ambles in next, yawning and trying to flatten his hair down. He stands and looks at the stereo for a long moment, a slight frown creasing his forehead. To the experienced Mikey-watcher, this is a sure sign of blinding rage. He turns a blank look on Frank that promises retribution in the form of an entire day of the greatest hits of Blur, then picks up a large box containing a hotchpotch of used CDs and vinyl and carries it over to the door of the stock room. He heaves the door open and a brief blast of Metallica filters out, mingling with the Black Flag still thumping raggedly out of the counter stereo. Ray is chief stock organizer, but Mikey is de facto purchaser of second hand shit. Something about his general aura of hipsterish disdain allows him to get away with paying people half of what their stuff is worth while leaving them with an inexplicable feeling of shame.
Gerard goes back to ignoring the world and nursing his hangover in (relative) peace.
A little later, another guy walks in and makes a beeline for the counter. Frank and Gerard conduct a quick round of rock-paper-scissors, which Frank wins.
"Yours," he mouths at Gerard, who turns reluctantly to face the customer. (25,530 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie  activity:drinking  activity:performing  activity:robbery  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:shop.assistant  occupation:musician  occupation:small.business.owner  relationship:friendship  setting:shop  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-09  recced:2015-09 
september 2015 by turlough

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