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Go0se: Beasts In Repose
REC: They'd all heard the mansion was haunted, but the curse came as a suprise. This was written for the art I made and it's great. Just the right mix of spooky and serious and funny. (2016-09-18)
QUOTE: "Cell phone service is really fucking shit up in the mountains, huh?" is the first thing that Gerard hears the next morning.
He blinked a bit stupidly at Frankie, who was sitting at the fancily-but-rough-hewn wooden table and grimacing at his phone. "I was trying to call J," Frank explained, glancing up, "Just wanted to tell her we got here alright. That was, uh, about twenty minutes ago." He shook the phone in his hand, like that might help, and then set it down with distaste. "Fucking technology."
"...right," Gerard said, and then made a beeline for the coffee maker.
"Oh sorry, dude," Frank said behind him and sounding very far away. "I forgot you hadn’t caffeinated."
Gerard was focused on locating the can of coffee beans that he'd brought from his mom's house in Jersey. It turned out to be in stashed in the upper cupboard; Ray or Frank must've been re-organizing them. He took off the lid gratefully, inhaled the delicious caffeine smell, and then went ahead and filled up the carafe.
Frank was suddenly at his elbow, tapping on his arm. "Watch out with that, man," he said. "I was drinking some this morning and the taste is all off. It has extra iron deposits, or something."
Gerard paused, then shrugged. "I'll make it extra-strong," he said, "That'll cover anything."
"As long as you put a label on that shit. Your extra-strong is going to kill us all."
Gerard shrugged again, declining to answer that particular line of reasoning. It wasn't his problem if none of his band had the capillary-fortitude to withstand how strongly he brewed his caffeine. Except for Mikey, who'd been drinking with Gerard since Mom had let them try some of her morning brew. Mikey and him could have a coffee-drinking contest if either of them had an active deathwish at the same time one day.
He paused for a second, remembering his dream, and then turned to Frank with a small frown. "Have you seen Mikey yet?"
"It's only ten, he's probably still passed out."
"Right, right." Gerard opened the cupboard again and contemplated the assortment of cups and mugs, selected one, then poured himself some motivation and sat down beside Frank to drink it.
Frank took a bite out of his toast and jam. "So I was thinking about that riff that Ray and I were telling you about the other day," he said, half of the syllables muffled by the bread in his mouth and crumbs getting everywhere. (10,210 words)
author:go0se  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:transformation.animate  beings:animals.cats  concept:addiction  concept:music  concept:curse  condition:insomnia  geography:US:Los.Angeles  location:Paramour.Mansion  setting:mansion/palace  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
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: 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
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
turps: You're Shying Away
REC: Gerard gets lost in his art. A lovely and haunting little story. And I can't decide if the ending is sad or hopeful. (2016-03-13)
QUOTE: I've seen him again.
Fingers flying, Mikey eyes the sketch artist as he sends the text, pushing his phone back into his pocket before he has to see the reply. Not that he needs to, he already knows what it says.
It can't be him. It's not possible.
But it is.
It's been almost a year and Mikey's heart is still broken. Every moment he misses Gerard, but Mikey knows where he is.
No note, no text or messages and an apartment left dirty and abandoned. All Gerard's clothes strewn on the floor and his bed unmade, and everywhere, spilled paint, hardened brushes and torn paper.
Mikey shivers, remembering Gerard's last work, the canvas left on the floor, a painted handprint smeared over a darkened landscape and billowing fog. (1,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:magical.realism  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  relationship:brothers  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.PicFor1000  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-02  recced:2016-03 
april 2016 by turlough
turps: untitled ficlet
REC: Gerard misses being Mikey's everything and hates that he does. Lovely and completely heartbreaking. Terri is really the queen of comment ficlets! (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: "I'll see you next week, okay," Mikey says, and pulls Gerard into a tight hug, holding on with a kiss to the cheek. It's contact that Gerard seeks out, what he craves, what, at times, he needs more than breathing.
All he wants to do is cling on, skin to skin with his brother, cheek to cheek, hands on his back, their bodies almost as one. Like before: when Gerard finally had what he wanted. (333 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/5803444 )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +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: 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: I Lost My Fear of Falling
REC: A beautiful and haunting and completely hearbreaking story where Gerard meets himself from a reality where Mikey committed suicide at the Paramour. (2015-12-20)
QUOTE: "Fuck that shit," the other Gerard snaps. He paws through the clutter on the desk, finds a vial of pills, shakes some out. He washes them down with a swig of vodka from an almost empty bottle. "Fuck off."
Gerard's at a loss. He doesn't know how to handle this otherself. In the past he'd snap right back, use words to cut where it'd hurt the most. But he's not that person anymore, hasn't been for years. "It can't be that bad," he says. "I know it might seem like -"
"Really?" the other Gerard interrupts. "Now that I've finally gotten the balls to do what I shoulda done years ago, you're gonna give me a stupid pep talk about how it gets better and I have so fucking much to live for?" His voice is biting. He stubs out his cigarette and immediately lights another, face turned away. "You're fucking kidding me."
With sudden clarity, Gerard *knows*. This isn't rock bottom, this is what happens when you break past that and *keep falling*. Down into a darkness where the light never, ever reaches. A place where the night is forever and it seems impossible to hang on for one more minute. (1,760 words)
artist:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:alternate.world  concept:doppelganger  concept:suicide  concept:addiction  concept:char.death(past)  relationship:brothers  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.Jersey  location:Paramour.Mansion  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-11  recced:2015-12 
january 2016 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: 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
turps: Burn Ever Bright
REC: When Gerard isn't selected by a dragon he thinks his life is over. But he is wrong, it has only just started. This is an absolutely lovely story. It's sad and aweinspiring, funny and bittersweet. And as usual I love the way Terri writes the Way brothers - their close mental bond and how deeply they love each other. The way she writes this world is also wonderful. It feels very tangible, very real. Gerard's first view of the valley and the dragons will stay with me for a long time. (2015-05-31)
QUOTE: If stepping into the shadow is creepy, the sidestep into the rock is even more so. In a blink nearly all light is gone, and Gerard is all too aware of the rock that surrounds him so completely. The only sound is his own breathing, and Gerard takes careful sidesteps, the tunnel sides narrowing and scraping against his stomach and back on occasions.
Clutching his bag at his side, Gerard takes slow deliberate breaths, reminding himself Frank said it's not actually far, no matter how it seems like Gerard's been inside of this rock forever.
"You're only a few steps away now." Ray's voice is welcome, and Gerard narrows his eyes when he sees light spilling into the tunnel. "Around a corner and you're here."
Gerard quickens his side steps, eager for fresh air as he steps into bright sunshine, and onto a ledge where he can look down into a long and bowled valley - one that's filled with dragons, some awake, some slumbering, and some commanding the air, swooping and roaring, leaving flaring flames and smoke trails behind them.
At first, Gerard thinks that he's dreaming, or hallucinating, because nothing he's experienced in life has prepared him for this. Unlike the neat dragon pens back in the corps, these dragons are spread out and roam free, dozens of them, so many that Gerard doesn't know where to look first.
Some lumber across the valley floor, huge and yet dainty in the way they look around, their brilliant, shimmering scales catching the light. While others seem to be napping, curled up and looking like vast living hills, their wings tucked in and tails stretched out over the rock.
It's the most magnificent thing Gerard's ever seen, like a colourful, amazing fantasy land made real.
"This is another mirage, right?" Gerard says, because no way is this real. It can't be, it's not possible that something so amazing has been tucked away out of sight at the top of this mountain. "Those are dragons. *Big* dragons. Wild dragons."
"They're real, and they've been here for a long while now," Ray says, his hair blowing against his face when one of the bigger dragons stretches its body and flaps red-tipped green wings. (20,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  activity:flying  beings:dragons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor  concept:war  concept:esp:empathy  concept:esp:telepathy  condition:injury  concept:magic  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:poly  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  smut:groupsex  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
june 2015 by turlough
Tigress33: Older Than Water (Stubborn As Stone)
REC: When Gerard was young he thought there were two types of people, Chosen and Not Chosen. Now he knows there are the lucky and those like him, the unlucky. A cool story with a nice Gerard characterisation. I hope there will be more some day. I really want to know how Gerard and his dragon's relationship develops and see more of this fascinating world. (2015-05-31)
QUOTE: Gerard, pinned, clenched his eyes and breathed out when the dragon closed its fangs around his neck, counting down. He felt the fangs break skin and prepared himself. He knew he couldn't get out of this. Grant had wasted so much on him. Even Wentz and Stump, who had put their faith in him to complete some mission. His partner, still out there and waiting for him, still hurting and as angry as him at the world for failing them.
The dragon clenched its jaw, but nothing happened after skin was broken. He could feel the dragon trembling, feel the rage boiling under skin and scale, but he wasn't dead. It pulled back from him like he had burnt it, and screamed again, sounding even angrier than before. It bit him on the shoulder this time, but after skin was broken it went no deeper. Gerard could *feel* the desperation in it, feel how much it wanted to hurt him but, at the same time, couldn't. Could feel how, like him, it was throwing away the sword after each threat of violence.
On the fourth bite, Gerard felt tears. He knew dragons could cry, though it was through a different physiological system than humans, but he hadn't quite believed it until then, when, through the growling and biting, tears dripped onto him.
Gerard felt his eyes well and, without reason, he began to sob. The dragon reared back and he reached out, caught her face in his and pressed their foreheads together. There was a light, so bright it blinded, but it was gone almost before it had begun as the dragon broke the connection. She slammed her clawed foot into his chest, breaking through shirt and skin again, and snarled at him.
"How could you leave me!?" She shouted, her wings spreading wide, to intimidate, "*How could you leave me!?*"
"I didn't!" Gerard said desperately, "I could never -"
"Now!" A new voice unnoticed and loud, yelled. There was a thin sound and she went down on top of him, tears still streaming from her hazing eyes. Gerard gasped, felt his vision darken and his lungs collapse on him like she had. He was out before the people from before were on them. Somehow, even unconscious, Gerard had to be peeled away from his grip on her. (25,180 words)
author:tigress33  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:source:fanart  activity:stealing  beings:dragons  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:magic  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  condition:illness  condition:injury  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:wizard/witch  relationship:friendship  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
june 2015 by turlough
dear_monday: I Think I'll Wait Another Year
REC: Gerard knows Mikey will come back. A lovely little story with wonderful Way brothers interaction. (2015-05-24)
QUOTE: What Gerard doesn't know is exactly what he's waiting for. He visits Mikey's body often and he tries talking to it, sometimes bargaining, sometimes pleading. It doesn't help. For a while, Gerard leaves his front door on the latch and his window ajar at night, hoping. He shivers under the sheets when the cold breeze rakes over his skin, and every morning is another little bereavement when he wakes up alone. Eventually, he starts locking his doors again.
Gerard knows Mikey will come back, but that doesn't make his absence any easier to bear. Gerard feels his heartbeat falter when he sees a stranger with Mikey's eyes, feels his chest constrict when he plays Mikey's favorite song and hears Mikey singing along, as if Gerard's memories have imprinted themselves onto the vinyl. He'd be lying if he said he never thought about following Mikey down, just stepping off the sidewalk into the traffic or filling his stomach with pills. It would be easy. Easier than this, anyway. The only thing that stops him is the thought that Mikey is coming back, and Gerard has to be here when he does.
Gerard knows Mikey will come back. All he has to do is wait. He can do that. (1,260 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  beings:zombies  concept:char.death  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
may 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Don't Try
REC: Gerard struggles while Mikey is in rehab. A lovely look at the Way brothers and their complicated relationship with life and with each other. Wonderfully hopeful ending. (2015-04-12)
QUOTE: And because she knew him so well, she took in his unwashed hair and rumpled clothes, the slouch of his shoulders and used her words to *cut* through the haze of guilt he'd wrapped around himself. "How much longer are you planning on hiding in here?" She gestured to his desk. "It's not like you're getting anything done."
He felt raw, like every nerve was exposed. "Just leave me alone!"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You did *not* just yell at me," and her tone had him on the defensive, because he had just yelled, and that wasn't how they did things.
He took a deep breath, trying to be reasonable. "I just need some time to -"
"To what, Gerard? Brood? Blame yourself?"
"I should have -"
"Gerard." She reached out and touched his face. "He's family. We all should have. But we didn't. So now we pick up the pieces, fit them back together, and wait for them to heal."
He wanted to argue that it wasn't that simple, but he didn't have the energy. (1,700 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:brothers  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:Asia:Japan  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  band:Electric.Century  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-03  recced:2015-04  things:memories  pov:Gerard 
april 2015 by turlough
turps: Comfort in Sound
REC: The one where they're art thieves and Pete is a really annoying psychic. This was a great story, both fun and serious. I love how Pete's oversharing is both annoying and one of the things that helps holding them together. And I also loved the deft way the writer use their banter and Gerard's thoughts to show us the characters of all the guys. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: Pete's wearing a black hoodie, one that's at least two sizes too big. With the hood up and sleeves completely covering his hands it looks like he's hiding: and maybe he is. Despite the explanations and demonstrations, despite running as a crew for so long, Gerard still isn't sure of Pete's thing.
"My thing is beautiful," Pete says then, his eyes gleaming from within the shadowy recess of his hood. "I can show you if you want, or ask Mikey. He's seen it."
"No one wants to see your thing," Ray cuts in, as if there's even a chance Gerard was about to say yes. Which he wasn't. There's no need to, Gerard's already seen it enough.
"Ah, but it wasn't a real look," Pete says, and starts grinning with all those many many white teeth. "You only caught a glimpse, it's more impressive than that."
"What's more impressive?" Mikey asks, causing the van to tilt briefly as he climbs inside and squashes onto the bench seat between Pete and Gerard. "Did you get me a coffee?"
"My thing, and yes," Pete says, handing an extra large takeout cup to Mikey. "It's got a foam heart under the lid, Gerard asked for it. I think it's a symbol of our everlasting and destined by fate love."
"Gerard's love for you?" Mikey asks, sounding interested as he glances at Gerard before taking a long drink of coffee. Putting down the cup he wipes at his mouth and adds, "Pete's thing *is* more impressive. He'll show you sometime."
"No he won't." Ray turns in his seat and takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "No one want's to see Pete's thing. Pete's thing isn't an issue today, and you need to stop focussing in."
The last is addressed to Pete, who shrugs and pulls down his hood, blinking as his eyes are exposed to the light. "I couldn't help it, Gerard was thinking too hard."
"Gerard always thinks too hard, it's what he does," Ray says, and reaches behind him, pointedly tapping one of the monitors that line the van's side. "We've got ten minutes before the galley shuts for the day. We should be discussing the plan, not Pete's penis." (2,460 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:stealing  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:esp:telepathy  condition:injury  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
march 2015 by turlough
prophetic: Used
REC: Gerard remembers. I love everything that's not said but is there anyway. Drabbles are wonderful. (2015-01-18)
QUOTE: Gerard remembered... some of it. The two of them collapsed limp on the couch together. Himself giggling nervously - I'm so fucked up right now - and Bert breathing into his hair - Shhh, I know. The feeling, ticklish against his ear, first of Bert's hot breath, then his lips. (100 words)
author:prophetic  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:form:drabble  fic:genre:character.study  things:memories  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-01  recced:2015-01 
january 2015 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Like Strangers Laugh
REC: Gerard doesn't even know if Mikey will want to see him after rehab. A lovingly written, devastating but ultimately hopeful glimpse of the Way brothers. (2014-12-07)
QUOTE: "Gerard." Her voice was sharp, and he bit his tongue, waiting. "He needs to see you. Swallow your pride and do this."
"It's not pride." 'I'm scared,' he thought at her, willing it to cross the cell-phone signal, all the way across the country. 'I'm so fucking scared.'
"Swallow it anyway. Just pick him up. Tomorrow at four."
So he went to the airport. He drove anxious laps around the pick-up zone, squinting at the bodies leaving the terminal, trying to find Mikey's hunched and angled form. He had always thought he could recognize Mikey anywhere, from any distance. Now he wasn't sure. (970 words)
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:brothers  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-12  recced:2014-12 
december 2014 by turlough

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