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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  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
inlovewithnight: Excerpts
REC: Excerpts from An Oral History of the Kaiju Wars, or the Way brothers as Jaeger pilots. This was so much fun. Way brothers forever! (2013-07-28)
QUOTE: M WAY: I want our Jaeger to be named R2D2.
ROCKHAM: Names are assigned by the Commission.
M WAY: And you should assign ours the name R2D2.
ROCKHAM: That will not be possible.
G WAY: Even at the end of the world, Lucasfilm's hanging on to their fuckin' intellectual property, huh?
G WAY: Call it the Big Man.
G WAY: Clarence Clemmons? The E Street Band. We're from JERSEY.
ROCKHAM: Mr. Way, that is, frankly, stupid.
M WAY: Your mom is stupid. (660 words)
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Pacific.Rim  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  fic:source:movie  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:war  concept:esp:telepathy  things:mecha  occupation:mecha.pilot  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:omni  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-07  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Bones To the Other Side
REC: An underwater postapocalyptic AU inspired by omens' art 'Sharktopus Psychic Love'. It's such a sweet and lovely story with fabulous worldbuilding and a really great teenaged Ray. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: "Ray?"
He shook himself out of his reverie, his hair floating around his head like a cloud. Frank had cut through the fence and was holding it open while Gerard and Mikey finned through. Fuck. They were going to get busted and it was all Frank's fault. "Coming." He kicked forward and entered the forbidden Black Deeps.
They were all going to die, like in one of those old twodee horror medias. He just knew it.
He followed the Way brothers and Frank, listening to Frank's excited chatter and Mikey's deadpan responses. Gerard had a tendency toward grand pronouncements and a know-it-all-ness that Frank punctured at every opportunity with a great deal of glee, which made Gerard pout. It was ridiculous and Mikey rolled his eyes a lot behind his facemask.
Ray realized, as much as he bitched about the trouble they got into, there was no place he'd rather be than with his crazy friends.
He put a little effort into catching up; the Deeps tended to swallow even the brightest light and he didn't want to get separated from Frank and Gerard and Mikey. That led to certain death, maybe squished by a giant clam or carried away by one of the ginormous starfish that were rumored to live in the Deeps. Ray shuddered, because death by starfish was not very high on his list of priorities. It was slow and painful and not very exciting.
If he was gonna die out here, he wanted it to be a memorable death, one that generations of kids would whisper about in the damp hallways of the City, like a ghost story. '...remember when Ray Toro got eaten by that mutant creature? There was nothing left of him but...' People would talk about his family ' sad, destroyed by what happened to Ray...' and Lou would feel really bad about how much he'd picked on Ray...
Ray's headlamp flickered and he tapped at it, confused. He stopped finning to tread water. He'd just recharged the battery and there should be plenty of juice left to keep it going. He shook it, relieved when the light came back on. He clicked it into place on his mask. "Guys?" He looked around, but couldn't see anyone. "Uh, guys?"
"Ray, where are you?" Mikey's voice was clear in his ear, but he couldn't see anyone. (2,590 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  beings:animals.others  concept:esp:empathy  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  relationship:friendship  setting:beach/lake/ocean  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  concept:apocalypse  beings:mutants  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie 
february 2012 by turlough
mistresscurvy: New Steps
REC: Gerard wants to change the world of dance. Totally adorable not!fic based on the movie Strictly Ballroom (that I haven't seen). (2012-01-29)
QUOTE: Gerard's been dancing since forever, right, like he was a five-year-old with patent leather shoes and a miniature tux and a bowl cut (which he still hasn't forgiven his mom for, this is why he's still not letting her cut his hair anymore, GOD) with a huge gap-toothed grin. He really really really loves it, is the thing - it's like how he communicates with the WORLD and he doesn't really like people looking at him all that much EXCEPT for when he gets out onto the floor with his partner Lindsey who he's been dancing with since they were like seven and they have so much fun and he really really loves it, okay.
But lately! THERE'S BEEN A PROBLEM. Because Gerard still loves dance, okay, but he's starting to feel LIMITED by the restrictions of ballroom dance and the way that the guy's part is one thing and the lady's part is another. Why can't HE be the one to be lifted? Why can't the GIRL sometimes show off amazing feats of strength? And sometimes he just wants to shine like the girls, okay, and that's not how it's structured and he doesn't understand and so he keeps on throwing in these new moves, little ones at first, but then they get bigger and bigger and he can't even help it, you guys.
Lindsey is TOTALLY UNDERSTANDING, like, she gets it, she wants him to have his best dance experience too. He really loves her, you guys, she's his best friend. <3______; but it's not really what SHE wants! like, she wants to break down barriers and be all BETTER and DIFFERENT and all the rest of it, but the issue for her is about what KIND OF LADY can be a ballroom dancer, you know? And so they're just not really a match on that! And she's starting to think that maybe he needs a different partner altogether, which makes her a little ;_____; but it's what they both NEED in order to GROW.
Okay so they perform at this competition, along with everyone else in the studio, Mikey & Alicia and James & Jamia and then this like weirdo dude with really thick glasses and not-great skin and a kind of chubby face with some weird neck beard stuff going on which is TOTALLY not standard issue for ballroom dancers, Gerard would know, and he's like SWIMMING in his dance costume, just, it's hanging off of him and his hair is all floppy and weird and holy shit, are those DREADS, wtf. Gerard totally doesn't pay any attention to him and his partner who he's pretty sure normally dances with Ray, so he's not even sure why he's out there. Maybe Ray is sick?
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author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  activity:ballrom.dancing/ballet.dancing  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dance  relationship:UST  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-01  recced:2012-01  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2012 by turlough
novembersmith: These Aren't The Droids You're Looking For
REC: Star Wars AU in which Patrick is a music teacher/café owner and Gerard an atypical Jedi. This is an absolutely delightful story with music as the central theme. The Gondwana saplings and their music lesson are absolutely fabulous - at once fascinatingly alien and heartwarmingly sweet. Patrick himself is wonderfully snarky and sarcastic and I love the sharp and funny interplay between him and Gerard. And Gerard is perfect as the enthusiastic and unconventional Jedi Knight. (2010-01-17)
QUOTE: Patrick gritted his teeth. "Look, Gerard. I don't know what the hell they told you, but I'm serious, I have no interest in becoming a Knight. I'm too old for the training, and I don't agree with their methods anyway. It's too rigid, it's too judgmental, it's not me. I don't want to impose order. I just want to make music."
"Awesome," Gerard said agreeably, nodding. "I totally agree."
"And also, what the fuck is up with - what?"
"I agree," Gerard repeated, amused. "A lot of things about the Jedi Order totally suck balls. And I wasn't lying, earlier. I really didn't know you were here."
"Oh," Patrick said, nonplussed. He sat down in one of the barstools. Well, fuck. "So, uh. Then why are you here?"
The Knight abruptly looked a bit shifty.
"Just stopping by," he said airly. "Hey, did I read your menu right? Do you really have non-synthetic White Chai?"
"Wow, you are a terrible liar," Patrick drawled, impressed and offended all at once. "Now I believe you when you said you didn't know I was here. Look, keep your Jedi secrets, I'm really not all that interested -"
"It's not that," Gerard protested, and then heaved a huge sigh. "Fine, fucking fine. So, I'm kind of new at the Knight thing, right?" Patrick had no trouble believing this. "And the Council sends me in to see if there's a new smuggling ring starting up on Taurus Five, and, well, I thought they were giving me a milk run, you know, my first mission and all. But. Well."
"Well?" Patrick said, starting to suspect where this story was going. He'd heard something about Taurus Five. (3,700 words)
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author:novembersmith  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Star.Wars  beings:robots  beings:aliens!  concept:music  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:teacher  occupation:jedi.knight  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Patrick  challenge:2010.No.Tags  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:fusion  fic:source:movie  concept:esp:general  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter  setting:café/diner/restaurant 
january 2010 by turlough
toyfeels: Sound of Love Notes
REC: Gerard's working data entry and he hates it. A perfect little story, funny and sad and lovely. (2009-09-27)
QUOTE: On Friday morning, Gerard was greeted with a sign that said, 'happy friday!' with a smiley face. Gerard drew Frank a vampire and Frank grinned, wrote, 'that's awesome! can u draw me as a zombie?'. Gerard did and Frank smiled again and when Gerard got home that night, he had four drawings to pin to his wall, next to the signs from the past three days. He slept well that night, and woke in the morning fully rested and ready for work, before remembering it was Saturday. He was disappointed and stupidly missed Frank, so to distract himself, Gerard took out his paints. He painted his favorite subject, the zombie apocalypse, and took a picture with his phone, texted it to Mikey. A response came four hours later, three hearts and the words 'how are you'. Gerard typed back, 'good. I'm good'. And he meant it.
Two weeks later found Frank and Gerard in the middle of a game of hangman. Gerard had lost on the word zombie and lost again when Frank chose predictable next. Gerard fell out of his chair on dismemberment, trying to lean over to make out Frank's latest letter (he had a habit of making his e's look a lot like r's) and Frank fell out of his chair laughing at the look on Gerard's face. When Gerard's coworkers looked at him like he was crazy, he wrote to Frank, 'hey, it's better than normal. least they see me now.' Frank replied with a sadface on paper, mimicked by his own frown. Gerard just shrugged. (2,610 words)
fandom:Bandom  concept:art  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:office.worker  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:office  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-05  recced:2009-09  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:source:movie  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  author:toyfeels 
september 2009 by turlough
murder_scene: Detention
REC: Highschool AU loosely based on 'The Breakfast Club'. Lightweight but fun. (2009-08-16)
QUOTE: "I want a Coke," Gerard mumbled, digging in his bag for change. A plastic fifth of Bacardi tumbled out and hit the ground with a *thud* that reverberated down the long corridor. Bob snatched it quickly, shoving it back into Gerard's bag. "Jesus Christ, you wanna keep it down? What are *you* doing with a bottle of booze in school?" Gerard shrugged, enigmatic. He shook the hair from his eyes and laughed. "What, you think you're cornering the market on acting out? My alcoholism is clearly a cry for help." Bob just stared at him, confused. "And right now, it's crying for mixers. I'm heading to the Coke machine." With a wry smile, Gerard brushed past Bob and turned the corner. Bob glanced apprehensively back down the hall and then jogged after him. (6,580 words)
author:murder_scene  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:friendship  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Ray(primary)  pov:omni  recced:2008-03  recced:2009-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie 
august 2009 by turlough
fiddleyoumust: I Just Want Your Extra Time (and Your... Kiss)
REC: Romantic comedy AU inspired by the movie 'Never Been Kissed' that I (of course ;-) haven't seen. It's entertaining in a fluffy way and I quite liked the way Frank and Spencer were written. (2009-04-05)
QUOTE: Frank's fifteen minutes late to lunch due to a near-disaster in the break room with a broken coffee pot; thankfully, there was a spare under the sink area, so Frank won't have to kill anyone after all. "Fucking Wentz needs to lay off the prescription medication and stay away from my coffee maker," Frank says bitchily as he sits down, clutching his coffee cup the way a mother might cling to her baby. Spencer nods and bites into his lettuce wrap with a grimace. Patrick is sitting next to him eating a small bag of Cheetos; he raises his eyebrow at Frank and then turns to Spencer and says, "Why do you eat that stuff?" "It's good for you," Spencer says, using his hand to cover his mouth so he can talk around his food. (12,770 words)
author:fiddleyoumust  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:journalist  occupation:teacher  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:office  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gabe(past)  pairing:Jon/Spencer(secondary)  pov:Frank  posted:2008-02  recced:2009-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie 
april 2009 by turlough
stereomer: A Red So Deep
REC: This story's based on the movie 'Constantine' that I (of course :-) haven't seen, neither have I read the comic so I suspect there were nuances and allusions that I managed to miss. On the whole I'd no problem following the story though and I really liked it. It's stark and understated with a wonderful visual quality to the action scenes and I really liked the Frank characterisation. (2008-12-14)
QUOTE: "Better than a shower," says Brendon. He tilts his head back while holding his arms out at his sides as everything staining the ground and their clothes slowly becomes gathered up as well, joining up together like some kind of supernatural mercury. The fire goes from yellow to orange to shades of red before folding in on itself and quenching abruptly, leaving the scene as cold and empty as any other parking garage in the city.
"Hellfire and brimstone," Brendon announces into the quiet.
"Hear ye, amen," Frank says. He shakes his hair out of his eyes, trying to fight the exhaustion coming over his body. It's probably only around 2:00 in the morning, which is way early compared to his sleepless nights as a teenager. Next to him, Brendon is standing attentively and Frank can tell he's satisfied with how the night's gone.
It occurs to Frank that they're evolving into the stereotypical duo - the world-weary trooper with his bright-eyed sidekick. At that thought, he considers taking the Holy Shotgun to his own head, but that would mean one less round for the demonic motherfuckers that actually deserve it and Frank is all for the better good, so he resists.
He stretches his arms up, palms turned toward the ceiling, then drops them limply at his sides. "Pancake time?"
"Your turn to buy," Brendon tells him.
They begin the trek up the ramp, in the direction of the yellow arrows painted onto the concrete. "I feel like it's been my turn to buy the past three times," Frank muses. He feels the gun brush up against his upper arm with every step.
"You're the one with the day job. Me, I just stay at home and research shit in hopes that you'll let me do something cool one day."
"Like what? Shoot stuff? And I'd hardly call playing in a deadbeat band a day job."
"It's a job, that you do in addition to this other job. It's a day job. And yes, shooting stuff," Brendon agrees. "Poking stuff with sharp things from the first century. Exorcising stuff."
"I let you burn stuff," Frank points out. (14,340 words)
author:stereomer  fandom:Bandom  activity:exorcism  beings:demons  beings:angels  concept:supernatural  concept:religion  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death(past)  concept:suicide  concept:violence  things:wings  occupation:supernatural.investigator  occupation:priest/monk  setting:bar/club  setting:hell  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:The.Used  pov:Frank  posted:2008-12  recced:2008-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:source:movie  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
december 2008 by turlough
skoosiepants: Frank the Vampire Slayer
REC: Hilarious little story based not on the tv show but on the movie. Gerard and Bert as Pike and Benny, wheee! It's a bit rough and hurried but very, very enjoyable. (2008-08-22)
QUOTE: Frank waves them on. "I'll catch up, wanna try that jump again," he says, but really he's waiting around for Bob. Bob's the man. He tries to walk home with Bob as often as possible, even though Bob isn't much of a conversationalist. Frank does a perfectly executed handstand while he waits, then walks an impressive five feet before rounding it out with a couple cartwheels. "Well, aren't you a regular little acrobat." Frank spins around. There's a short guy with a cap and a trench coat hanging by the back wall. Creepy. "Dude, what the hell." "I wasn't sure." The guy cocks his head. "Still not sure, but at least you landed on your feet." (4,810 words)
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author:skoosiepants  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Buffy  beings:teenagers  beings:vampires  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  concept:violence  concept:char.death  occupation:slayer  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:The.Used  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Brendon/Spencer(secondary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  pov:Ray  pov:Brendon  posted:2008-08  recced:2008-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  fic:source:movie 
august 2008 by turlough
zeplum: These Addams Men, Where Do You Find Them?
REC: Wednesday discovers a couple of long-lost relatives. Funny and very sweet. (2008-06-07)
QUOTE: "Isn't that your boyfriend?" Gerard asked, pointing to where Morticia was leading Joel inside the house.
"Maybe. If he survives."
Gerard just looked at her and smiled, a little lopsided and a lot unsure. Wednesday understood, and patted him on the shoulder lamely. He was a second cousin, and of the New Jersey branch of the family. Her mother had always said they were a little strange - something about having swans on the dining table.
But Morticia and her cryptic smile emerged with Joel a few minutes later.
"Not enough time for bodily harm."
"Pity," Wednesday confirmed, eyes narrowing. "Possibly mental torture?" Not like she and Joel hadn't had enough of that all summer.
"Hey, where'd Mikey go?"
"He's looking at the gravestones." She nods to their left, where Mikey was slowly making his way through the rows of stones.
"Look, Gee, they're all family!"
"Oh, Mikey."
The look of fondness on Gerard's face warmed Wednesday's heart. She hated that. (1,390 words)
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author:zeplum  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Addams.Family  setting:college  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Wednesday.Addams  posted:2007-09  recced:2008-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  concept:family  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie  pairing:Ray/Wednesday.Addams(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
sinden: (Not) the Boy Next Door
REC: High school AU based on 'Grease 2'. It's got an awesome Bob, a very sweet, kind of messed-up, Gerard, and a Frank that's totally hilarious and such an obnoxious little shit. Lots of fun and with a very sweet ending. (2008-06-29)
QUOTE: "Why did I say I would help you again?" "Because you're a friend, a nice guy and a prince among men -" Bob's pretty sure Frank is still talking,he can hear it, it's just that the words aren't making any kind of sense because Bob's stopped listening. He knows it's not the smartest thing, to develop a crush during his first week when his plan had been to keep his head down and just get through the year, but Bob just can't seem to stop it. He's not sure how long he's drifted off for, how long he's been watching the play of Gerard's hands as he talks to his friends, but it all comes to an end when Frank smacks him on the arm. (12,770 words)
author:sinden  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:The.Used  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pov:Bob  posted:2007-11  recced:2008-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie 
august 2008 by turlough
scoradh: Crossing the Rubicon
REC: I haven't seen the film this story's based on but I enjoyed it anyway. Cute and funny and sweet highschool AU with a touch of seriousness. (2008-05-01)
QUOTE: On his way out he passed a short kid with a floppy mohawk, plus a scorpion tattooed on his neck, which Pete was pretty sure was illegal. The kid snarled up at him, making Pete start back. Pete was no giant, but this kid could have fit under a mushroom, easy. All the same, Pete felt the doorframe against his back as he sidled out. A hot-pink post-it was stuck on top of the sheaf of papers ('recyclable,' said Andy, 'regenerated from sewage. We don't believe in killing trees'). It said: See Patrick Stumph, and gave a phone number. (13,990 words)
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author:scoradh  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Cobra.Starship  band:The.Academy.Is  pairing:Mikey/Alicia(past)  pov:Pete  pov:Frank  posted:2008-04  recced:2008-05  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
ignipes: Somewhere Over the Rainbow
REC: Panic and friends meet the Wizard of Oz. A fluffy, hilarious romp along the Yellow Brick Road. (2007-12-16)
QUOTE: "Why is this my fault?" "It's your house," Ryan pointed out. "Your room. Whatever. That makes you Dorothy." "Doesn't that make you Toto?" Spencer asked sweetly. Perhaps Ryan hadn't thought through the logical consequences of blaming Spencer for transporting them to Munchkinland, but he wasn't going to admit it. "Let's go talk to the Lollypop Guild," he said, breezing out of the doorway in his most dignified manner. (3,920 words)
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author:ignipes  fandom:Bandom  relationship:friendship  things:dreams  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Ryan  posted:2007-12  recced:2007-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie 
august 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
ailleann23: Stump's Eleven
REC: I haven't seen the movie but the story was enjoyable enough, even if it feelt a little too much like a written movie. An easy and entertaining read but nothing more. (2008-06-14)
QUOTE: He signs the forms they give him, and grins at the guard - Juan, he thinks - as his stuff comes under the gate. He heads into the changing room, balancing the stack carefully so he doesn't drop his hat. He digs everything out and puts it on. The suit still fits, though it's a little big, a happy consequence of crappy prison food. The jacket still smells a bit like the back of that police car, but that'll air out soon enough. The hat goes on last, one of his favorite dark fedoras, and he already starts to feel more like himself, like he really can just walk out and leave his four years of incarceration behind. Hope, as they say, springs eternal. (29,100 words)
author:ailleann23  fandom:Bandom  activity:stealing  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:criminal/mobster  relationship:friendship  geography:US:Las.Vegas  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:The.Academy.Is  pairing:Gerard/Patrick(primary)  pairing:Gerard/William(secondary)  pov:omni  challenge:2008.BBB  posted:2008-06  recced:2008-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie 
august 2008 by turlough
1001cranes: Love is the New Feel Awful
REC: I haven't seen the movie this story's based on, 'Head Over Heals', but I still liked it a lot. It's fluffy, bubbly fun with wonderfully snappy dialogue. (2008-03-17)
QUOTE: "Oh my God," Gerard said faintly. "You're *all* models." It explained a lot. Okay, fuck, it explained everything. Spencer thrust out his hip. Bill threw back his hair. Ryan - if it was possible - looked even more disinterested. "Yeah." Brendon took in Gerard's fallen face and patted him once on the shoulder. "Oh, but dude, don't envy us. We're totally struggling." Bill's eyes narrowed. "I don't think he likes models." (20,850 words)
author:1001cranes  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:model  occupation:police/detective  occupation:criminal/mobster  location:Cartoon.Network  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:The.Academy.Is  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-02  recced:2008-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough

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