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delphinapterus: Grey is an Elephant (Colour 'verse)
REC: It's always cold in the city at this time of the year. A lovely glimpse of Bob and Ray's relationship in 'The Land Between Black and White'. I love the way the weather and the season permeates everything in this story and how it contrasts with the quiet warmth between Bob and Ray. I have so much love for this universe and the way it's so very like our own but still so very different. (2011-04-24)
QUOTE: After check-in is the only time he lets himself luxuriate in the hot water unless Ray forces him to do it. Over the drum of the water against the plastic of the shower he hears the door open. His muscles tense automatically but he relaxes when he recognizes Ray's fro through the blurry shower door. "Want company?" Ray asks already stripping off his shirt and dropping it haphazardly on the toilet seat. "I was just about to get out." Bob says regretfully. (2,910 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/76675 )
author:delphinapterus  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:mechanic  occupation:spy/secret.agent  occupation:hacker/programmer  relationship:established  smut:fucking  geography:US:Chicago  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.MCR.Secret.Santa  posted:2010-01  recced:2011-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  universe:Colour.verse  concept:dystopia  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:cyberpunk  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary) 
april 2011 by turlough
jjtaylor: Your Neighbors in Apartment 27 B, Transitional Zone 12 (Midnighter 'verse coda)
REC: Ray learns to be a werewolf. A coda to 'The Detective's Secret...'. This was so lovely and happymaking. It was also very interesting to see Ray's transition from Daylighter to Midnighter. We got a glimpse of it before from Frank's POV but it's so much cooler to get to see it first-hand like this instead of only through memories. (2011-03-06)
QUOTE: "You could have your case heard, if you wanted," Bob says, and Ray can tell this is the real reason Bob’s brought it up this time. "You could see what status the Order might afford you."
"I don't need to exact justice, either," Ray says.
"Fair enough," Bob says, "Just want to give you the opportunity."
"Anyway, I think someone already did it for me."
Bob's eyes flick up to Ray's face. "I read the Clan Code, Bob," Ray says. "I read about vendettas. I know why you needed a lock of my hair." Ray still remembers the sharp shock of their first kiss, of the way Bob just leaned in and the way he'd tasted, heat and determination, before he'd gone out and dismantled the entire rogue faction.
Bob's stock still. The coffee finishes brewing and switches itself off. "I didn't mean to take that opportunity away from you," Bob says.
"No," Ray says. "That's not what I mean. It wasn't because of a contract or about vengeance. It was - it was because I mattered to you."
"You do," Bob says, and then he's stepping into Ray's space, nuzzling Ray's jaw. Ray whimpers, he can't help it, the contact feels so amazing. "I did it because I couldn't stand the thought that someone had hurt you," Bob says, brushing his nose down Ray's neck, across his hair. Ray's whole body is thrumming. "And anyone who had hurt you had to pay." Bob brushes back Ray's hair back from his neck and then presses his lips there, a soft, dry touch against his skin that makes Ray gasp.
"Thank you," Ray says, stupidly, except that he means it, too. He doesn't have words for what Bob's done, for the terrifying wrath of Bob Bryar, or how to reconcile it with the gentle way Bob's lips are moving down Ray's throat.
"You're welcome," Bob says back, and then he brushes his lips over Ray's, too briefly, and steps back, and starts pouring the coffee.
Ray takes in deep, shuddering breathes, trying to pull himself together. Bob isn't looking at him, but the back of Bob's neck is red. Ray wants to ask why Bob stopped, why he keeps stopping, when it's clear what they both want.
"You want something to eat?" Bob asks, opening the refrigerator.
"Eggs," Ray says immediately, and Bob finally looks at him, that same small smile when Ray said the name of today's moon. Ray thinks it's because he's getting better at identifying what foods he wants, and what his body is telling him what it needs.
"Eggs it is," Bob says, and he starts taking eggs and milk and butter out of the fridge.
The food stuff is weird. Ray had thought he'd want meat all the time, but that was a common Daylighter misconception about werewolves. Ray doesn't just want meat - he wants everything. It is overwhelming the information his senses are sending him about food, about his environment, threats and comforts, alerts and needs. (8,040 words)
(also at http://jjtaylor.livejournal.com/377043.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/166726 )
author:jjtaylor  fandom:Bandom  universe:Midnighter.verse  beings:werewolves  beings:vampires  beings:zombies  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  occupation:police/detective  occupation:assassin/hitman  relationship:established  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pov:Ray  posted:2011-02  recced:2011-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  concept:scent  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
march 2011 by turlough
turps: untitled Killjoys drabble
REC: Ray meets Bob one early morning. A lovely and understated drabble. (2010-10-17)
QUOTE: It pulls to a stop, the engine cutting off abruptly. Bob stands and dismounts, removing his helmet. His hair is long now and he pushes it back as he sits next to Ray, says, "It's fucking early, Toro." (100 words)
(also at http://turps33.livejournal.com/1058787.html & http://turps.dreamwidth.org/820041.html )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  posted:2010-10  recced:2010-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:drabble  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days 
october 2010 by turlough
turps: untitled Killjoys drabble
REC: There is music in the diner when Bob arrives. Another lovely little drabble, silly and sweet and a little sad. (2010-10-17)
QUOTE: Bob knocks on the planks that cover the diner door. He can hear music, the thud of feet, but no one answers. Finally, he goes inside. "Bob, you came." Ray's grinning but Bob's looking at the people dancing. (100 words)
(also at http://turps33.livejournal.com/1058787.html & http://turps.dreamwidth.org/820041.html )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dance  concept:dystopia  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pov:Bob  posted:2010-10  recced:2010-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:drabble  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Danger.Days 
october 2010 by turlough
nahemaraxe: The Glass Paradigm
REC: The one where Ray has just quit his job as a loa and Bob is the former god of thunder. This is a wonderful story, thoughtful, quiet, and happy. I absolutely love the way Ray & Bob are written as retired gods - both themselves and something more, something much older, with connections and histories that we only get glimpses of. I also love the feeling of transition I get from this story. The way Ray is in a sort of in-between space - he's let go of his old life but haven't really started his new one yet - and how his relationship with Bob is at once a constant and a source of new impulses. (2010-02-21)
QUOTE: "Wow. If this is you idea of flying under the radar, then I say you have to think it further," is the very first thing Ray says when he sees him. Even if Bob didn't give out that pulsing feeling - the one that gets under Ray's skin whenever they're close and makes him think about having a second heartbeat - it'd be downright impossible to miss him, stat. Mortals are casting him weird glances, for fuck's sake, and that says it all. Smiling a little, Ray shakes his head.
"You never change, don't you?"
"Why, what's wrong this time? I left the wolfskins home and look -" he opens his arms "- no hammer in sight either."
"As if I couldn't see it, hung to your belt and all," says Ray. It's hard to keep a straight face now, though, since Bob looks mildly cross.
"Well, I made the effort, okay?"
"And that's very sensible of you, but you're still wearing a hoodie on the beach."
"And sunglasses, too."
"Baby steps," concedes Ray, magnanimous. "It's good to see you."
"Yeah, same," says Bob and pats the low fence he's sitting on. "Join me. I want to see the sunset and bitch about how all this fucking sand is getting in my shoes before going home."
Chuckling, Ray sits next to him. He's wearing moccasins, and he takes them off with his toes, enjoying how their legs touch briefly with every movement. He missed that. Even if they can touch each other on other levels of existence, doing it with their bodies feels different; not better, just different. He has to wonder why they haven't met in person during the last fifty years. Ray thinks that Bob meant to give him space. Back then, Ray was already questioning his own place in the Voodoo pantheon and wondering if he shouldn't have already taken the high road, too. Now that the decision is made, Bob's got back to him. That's nice. He might be surprisingly thoughtful at times.
"You okay?" asks Bob in that moment, and Ray nods.
"Totally."
"Good." (5,530 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1303504 )
author:nahemaraxe  fandom:Bandom  beings:gods  concept:religion  concept:supernatural  concept:band.with.a.twist  things:memories  relationship:established  smut:fucking  geography:The.Caribbean  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  posted:2010-02  recced:2010-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary) 
february 2010 by turlough
nahemaraxe: Drawing Squares Around You
REC: Ray and Bob go on a railroad trip across the US so that Ray can photograph abandoned buildings. I've really started to like established relationship stories, at least when someone like zephyrina writes them. There is something so warm and comfortable about the way Ray and Bob are together and in the way Ray thinks about Bob and their relationship. And the sex is just as much about them together as it is about getting off. (2010-02-07)
QUOTE: "Yeah, minus the acrobatic. I love you and all that jazz, but I don't really feel like -" hands waving "-getting stuck in the furniture or shit like that." "Yeah, and the hardcore, too. Unless I missed the memo about you planning to branch out into the S&M world?" "No, not really." Bob laughs. "I'm just your average, boring vanilla guy." (2,400 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1303627 & http://poison-cherries.livejournal.com/27956.html )
author:nahemaraxe  fandom:Bandom  activity:sightseeing  activity:photography  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  setting:train  setting:road.trip  time:the.hiatus  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  challenge:2010.Porn.Battle.9  posted:2010-02  recced:2010-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary) 
february 2010 by turlough
nahemaraxe: Igniting Water
REC: Ray's driving home to Bob in Chicago. A wonderfully comfortable and sweet and happy-making little story. (2010-01-17)
QUOTE: Right now he’s feeling too tired to wish for anything but their bed. 'Old fuck,' Ray thinks, reaching out to speed-dial Bob on his phone. The truck's headlights are in the rearview mirror now, fading in the distance, and he stares at them for a moment or two as he waits for Bob to answer. "Hey, Toro." Bob’s voice fills the car after six rings, roughly the time it must have taken him to hear that silly, Christmas-y ringtone he downloaded first and then to fish his phone out from wherever it fell - Ray’s bet is on the floor between the coffee table and the couch. He smiles. "Hey yourself. I’m almost there. (1,730 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1307911 & http://poison-cherries.livejournal.com/27510.html )
author:nahemaraxe  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.dogs  relationship:established  relationship:marriage  smut:fucking  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:Chicago  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  challenge:2010.No.Tags  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary) 
january 2010 by turlough
fitofpique: 10-23 (Stand By On This Frequency)
REC: The one where Ray has a crush on Bob, his fellow EMT. Very cute little story and I liked the way Ray was written. (2010-01-17)
QUOTE: Ray rubbed his hands together while he waited for the truck to heat up. "I've got a real bad feeling about today," he said, peering through the windshield at the snow blowing in swirls across the parking lot. "That's what I love about you." Bob angled the vent so a stream of lukewarm air fluttered against Ray's face. "What?" Ray said, after a too-long pause that he hoped Bob hadn't noticed. His voice was even higher than usual and too loud. He fiddled with the radio and indulged in a brief interlude of silent self-loathing. "Your optimism. You're a ray of sunshine. Get it?" Bob said, reaching over and tugging at the string on Ray's hoodie. "*Ray*?" Ray groaned and shook his head. "That's pathetic." Bob just laughed and revved the engine. (1,940 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339326 & http://ellela.livejournal.com/11555.html )
author:fitofpique  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:doctor/nurse  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:clinic/hospital  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  challenge:2010.No.Tags  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
january 2010 by turlough
jain: Time
REC: Bob likes the closet. A really sweet futurefic that feels very right. The characterisations of both Bob and Ray are wonderful. (2010-01-03)
QUOTE: Sometimes, the urge to just take an interview with The Advocate and say, "You know what? I like the cock," was nearly overwhelming. But Bob had given enough of himself to people he had never met, and voluntarily giving up this particular secret and becoming a one-month wonder in the entertainment business (with the option of repeats every time the news cycle was slow) was way too far outside his comfort zone for him to contemplate it seriously. No one in MCR had made a big deal out of it when he'd told them. Not that he'd expected them to have a problem with his sexuality - the very idea was absurd - but he hadn't been sure how they would take his long silence and the more than occasional half-truths and his disinclination to come out. (1,480 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/58917 )
author:jain  fandom:Bandom  activity:coming.out  relationship:friendship  time:future  setting:on.break  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.New.Year's.Swap  posted:2009-12  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  pairing:Ray/Christa(past)  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff 
january 2010 by turlough
framianne: Black Tie and Straightjacket
REC: After the VMA 2005, Brian finally gives in to his band. I've had this on my to-read list forever but didn't read it until now. A great little PWP. Very hot and also very warm and happy-making and full of friendship. (2009-12-27)
QUOTE: Closing his eyes he threw his head down on the pillow, arching slightly, letting them work on him, using and worshipping his body at the same time, Ray's head bobbing up and down faster as he kept on sucking his cock, Bob's mouth on his hipbones, biting. He didn't warn them, he didn't have time to: he let out a loud, incoherent moan and shivered, coming down Ray's throat as he continued to suck him while Bob snickered and came up to kiss him, stealing the small, shallow gasps from his lips. "Fuck, that was nice." Frank's voice surprised Brian, but why should he be surprised, after all? Ray had hinted as much earlier, when they were still at the party, even if Brian hadn't thought of the implications of his words at the time. (2,690 words)
author:framianne  fandom:Bandom  relationship:friendship  smut:groupsex  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:bondage  location:VMA.2005  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(secondary)  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pov:Brian  posted:2009-03  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  smut:blindfold  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP 
december 2009 by turlough
coffeeworldangel: Any Deviation
REC: In which Ray falls for Bob, a really nice high school AU. Another story I've had on my to-read list for a long time. I liked this Ray, he's so dorky and sweet and oblivious, and this Bob, totally awesome and laidback, and I loved how warm and full of friendship the story was. (2009-12-27)
QUOTE: The whole thing is messing with his head. Especially the way that it doesn't seem out of the ordinary at all, like his brain is all 'oh yeah, you like dick too, enjoy!' and keeps giving him detail-oriented dreams about Bob's mouth. Shouldn't he be having some sort of sexual identity crisis angst or something?
"Hey." Bob's voice is *right there*, interrupting his Bob-related ponderings, and Ray's stomach does a slow flip. "We getting out of here? Iero and the Ways are getting restless."
Ray fights not to flush and envies, yet again, Mikey's ability to remain completely expressionless no matter what. Ray can't hide *anything*. "Yeah," he croaks. "My photos are in to the editor. Let's go."
For the last two years, Ray has been taking pictures for the school paper, mostly to make his parents happy. It's bullshit for the most part: pep rallies and choir concerts. Extra-curriculars look good on college applications, but his applications are already long-sent and Ray really wants to drop it. He likes photography, but not like this. For the first time, he thinks he understands the term 'senioritis'. There's an itch under his skin that's never been there before, a sense of overwhelming futility as he sits in class. Ray just wants to fast forward to whatever comes next.
Bob's hand remains on Ray's shoulder as they head out to Gerard's car and Ray wonders if he can feel how twitchy Ray is beneath his palm. (7,280 words)
author:coffeewordangel  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:gaming  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:high.school  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  posted:2009-04  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary) 
december 2009 by turlough
nahemaraxe: Love Is an Ivar Storage Combination (That You Have to Put Together by Yourself)
REC: Ray and Bob buys a house together but forgets to get any furniture. This is an incredibly sweet story. Nothing much happens but you still wish it would go on forever. Ray and Bob are so silly and dorky and comfortable together it's a joy to read about them. (2009-12-27)
QUOTE: "Great," mumbles Ray. Coffee is improving his mood a little, but jetlag is still kicking his ass and whenever he looks around, he's reminded of the fact that *they forgot to buy furniture*. He sighs and leans against the wall, bringing a leg up to his chest. "We should go."
"Where?"
"Ikea? I don't want to sleep on the floor again tonight."
"Huh," says Bob, tapping his nails against the mug. "Afraid you'll have to. It's closed this afternoon, I checked and apparently some unexpected fuckup happened. Besides, did you plan to build up a bed in one-two-three, all by yourself? We'll go tomorrow morning. Plenty of time for you to screw it up while I watch. It'll be interesting."
"Shut the fuck up, you smartass. First of all, they have people who build some stuff up for you if you're willing to pay, and secondly, Ikea isn't the only store in the world. And how the hell did you check anyway?"
"My laptop." Bob points at it. It's quietly buzzing, plugged in a socket on the other side of the room, and it occurs to Ray that Bob has strategically positioned everything. The coffee maker, the TV, the Xbox, the laptop -
"It picks up a signal, someone didn't do a good job in protecting their wireless connection around here," Bob goes on, catching Ray's attention again. "I checked my mail and all, typing with my left hand. You don't have to worry."
"You'd better get surgery before I hack your wrist off myself. How is it?" asks Ray. He can't keep worry from showing up in his voice, and Bob smiles a little. He's worried about it, too, Ray knows that, but he always tries to keep upbeat.
"Hurts, of course. I'll take my meds after we eat - speaking of which, where are we going for dinner? I'm hungry, and there's no food in the boxes. I threw away that strawberry jam you had by the way, it reminded me too much of the blob movie. Remember it?"
"You mean there's an alien in our garbage can?"
"Well, technically in a plastic bag in the kitchen. We don't have a garbage can, you know."
"Right on," says Ray with a sigh. (12,520 words)
author:nahemaraxe  fandom:Bandom  activity:shopping  activity:DIY  beings:animals.dogs  condition:injury  holiday:Christmas  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  challenge:2009.Curtain.Fic  posted:2009-12  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
december 2009 by turlough
earlofcardigans: Put the Nail Gun Down, Bob Bryar, and Let's Get Lost In Each Other
REC: Bob and Ray get lost in Home Depot. So much fun. (2009-12-27)
QUOTE: "Bob. Bob, oh my God, I found the best front door. It's red. And that means we'd have to paint the house. But like, you like painting. And you like red. Come over here and look at it with me. Let's just build a new house around it. Fuck what we have." Ray sounded practically tearful. Bob could relate. Those were magnificent drawer pulls. "Okay, look, I'll meet you in paint." He went to hang up and thought better of it. "If the door is red, what is wrong with our current house color of off white?" "It won't stand up to the bright, shining beacon of this front door, Robert. Just get your ass over here. It's. It's amazing." (1,400 words)
author:earlofcardigans  fandom:Bandom  activity:shopping  activity:DIY  relationship:established  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.Curtain.Fic  posted:2009-12  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
december 2009 by turlough
earlofcardigans: Orbit You Like Cotton Candy
REC: Ray drives to see Bob. An adorable little story. Perfectly silly and charming. (2009-12-19)
QUOTE: "What are you doing?" Ray is standing in a pile of clothes vomited up from his closet and he still can't find his ugly brown hoodie. He fully suspects Bob stole it the last time he was there and Ray will make him pay. "Well I was sleeping like a normal person because it is something like eight in the morning, Toro. What the fuck." Ray totally laughs at Bob. He laughs again when Bob makes that noise like he's some sort of dinosaur. "You don't scare me, Bob. And I'm coming to see you. I'll be there tomorrow. This is your heads up." (918 words)
author:earlofcardigans  fandom:Bandom  relationship:established  setting:road.trip  setting:on.break  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  posted:2009-12  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
december 2009 by turlough
nahemaraxea: To Comply Gravity
REC: Ray wants to snuggle but Bob is busy DIY-ing. Such a cute little story. (2009-11-22)
QUOTE: "You still want to go on? You already did the whole first floor, why don't you have a break? Bed's all warm now. Just perfect." Bob, who's now working on the bedroom windows, grunts something Ray doesn't really understand (good thing, since it probably has to do with the job of choice of the female members of his family) and keeps on measuring foam insulation strips. Stubborn dick. (1,020 words)
author:nahemaraxe  fandom:Bandom  activity:DIY  relationship:established  setting:on.break  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  posted:2009-11  recced:2009-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
november 2009 by turlough
pr_scatterbrain: Chinese Democracy for Beginners
REC: Totally adorable little story about Ray making a mix tape for Bob with the help of Gerard. (2009-10-18)
QUOTE: Ray decides to start with a mix tape, because he's always felt you can't go wrong with a classic. Gerard thinks it's a pretty awesome idea – mostly because since they started the break thing he hasn't had anything to do but migrate from house to house (usually ending up at Ray's when all was said and done), but partly because he's right, it is an awesome idea. And since Ray's always thought when it came to music he and Gerard were on the exact same wave length, when Gerard offers to help, Ray accepts. "Céline Dion." Gerard suggests straight off the bat, because he doesn't go halfway on anything. (926 words)
author:pr_scatterbrain  fandom:Bandom  concept:music  things:mix.tape  relationship:friendship  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  posted:2009-10  recced:2009-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
october 2009 by turlough
nahemaraxe: untitled fic
REC: Bob and Ray cuddling on the porch after a hard day painting the bed room. I loved the quiet, happy atmosphere of this, and Bob's gruffness was so sweet. (2009-08-30)
QUOTE: Next to him, Ray sighs and turns on his side, wrapping an arm around Bob's shoulders in the process. Those sleeping bags are meant for a person each, but Ray doesn't seem troubled by it, at least judging from the way he's sliding from his own to Bob's, inch after inch. Soon Bob has Ray's nose burrowed into the curve of his neck, Ray's chest on his right arm (it will cut off his blood flow in a short while, he thinks and wriggles to free it), and Ray's knee between his thighs. It's - "Seriously dude, what's with you and cuddling?" he asks, pulling off his best gruffly voice. (521 words)
author:nahemaraxe  fandom:Bandom  activity:DIY  relationship:established  setting:on.break  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pov:Bob  posted:2009-08  recced:2009-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
august 2009 by turlough
eleanor_lavish: Maxine
REC: The trucker AU. I've had this bookmarked since it was posted but haven't gotten round to reading it until now. I'm not really into h/c but this is a great story. The worldbuilding is fantastic and I love the slow way we find out what's happened to Bob. And this Ray is just wonderful. (2009-03-29)
QUOTE: Bob doesn't like other people handling his rig. He doesn't. It makes his fingers itch, his stomach tighten just a fraction when someone else climbs under his cab. But he's been dealing with this fucking rattle since Pittsburgh, and he can't for the life of him figure out what it is. So now there is a pair of strong thighs poking out from his hood, attached to a bushy red ponytail and a wide, friendly smile, and Bob is trying to keep his hands to himself on a number of fronts. "Not the carb, not the exhaust pipe, not the brakes," he'd said brusquely when he brought it in, and the guy - Ray - had been courteous enough to not even bother checking any of those systems. (10,420 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/181349 )
author:eleanor_lavish  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:driver  occupation:mechanic  things:memories  activity:therapy  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:bondage  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pov:Bob  posted:2007-12  recced:2009-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study 
march 2009 by turlough

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