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theopteryx: Assorted art Boy Princess Gerard & Gentleman's Son Frank art (Gay Starfish 'verse)
REC: Adorable! (2008-02-15 & 2008-10-19) INFO: Monochrome drawings of Boy Princess Gerard & Gentleman's Son Frank. AU.
REC: Wonderful Frank/Gerard drawing! (2008-02-07) INFO: B/w drawing of Frank & Gerard kissing.
REC: Such a yummy drawing. (2008-07-15) INFO: B/w drawing of a shirtless Frank.
REC: I'm especially fond of the high school Frank/Gerard drawing and Gerard as a hot air balloon. (2008-08-05) INFO: Drawings of LynZ, Frank & Jamia, Frank & Gerard, and Gerard. AU.
artist:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  activity:transformation.inanimate  things:tattoos  band:My.Chemical.Romance  posted:2008-02  posted:2008-07  posted:2008-08  posted:2008-10  recced:2008-02  recced:2008-07  recced:2008-08  recced:2008-10  !meta:rec:art  universe:Gay.Starfish.verse  art:technique:pens  art:technique:pencils  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
october 2008 by turlough
xylodemon: Pictures of Me and You
REC: A late night on the bus. Funny and witty and hot. I can totally imagine Gerard having a torrid affair with the coffee maker. Don't miss the sequel, 'An Illustrated Guide'. (2008-02-24)
QUOTE: Touring is great. Touring is awesome, and Frank really, really, honestly loves it, but. Sometimes, Frank wishes Warped wasn't such a shithole. Wasn't two guitars and a stage away from being a roadside carnival. Sometimes, he wants a beer that doesn't taste like parking lot dust, or a shower that doesn't involve a garden hose, or food that doesn't look like it was actually plastic and wax before catering slopped it on his plate. Also, the bus fucking reeks. "The bus fucking reeks," he says, because he's tired. Not regular tired, but the crazy, jittery kind of tired where everything is too sharp around the edges and he can't have a thought without expressing it. (2,260 words)
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author:xylodemon  fandom:Bandom  concept:art  relationship:friendship  smut:frottage  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2008-02  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
turps: The M and G Thing
REC: The brothers Way through the years. Vivid physical descriptions that makes each scene come alive, the things Mikey's feeling but not articulating even to himself, the good and the bad of the close bond between them. Wonderful story, absolutely wonderful. (2008-02-03)
QUOTE: Mikey staggers as he tilts back his head, draining the last of his beer. He's masking the nerves that sour his stomach and cause his fingers to tremble when they're not pushed against his thigh or wrapped around a glass.
Eyes half-closed, Mikey takes a step forward, and his foot keeps going, down down down, and it feels like he's walking on a floor that rocks beneath his feet. Nausea rears, and he gulps, studiously not looking at the spinning walls and misbehaving floor.
"We are going to be *great*," Gerard says suddenly, the alcohol giving him confidence at last. Mikey grabs onto that confidence, trying to make it his own. It works; mostly. When he's focussed on Gerard, it's easier to forget they're about to perform, that they're putting themselves out there, the band they believe in so totally exposed and on display.
"We should go," Gerard says, and his glass clinks against the other empties as he places it on the table. He takes a step forward then, cheeks flushed, his eyes wide and glazed, and Mikey can see himself reflected in Gerard's gaze. His own glasses and shadowed cheekbones and he stares back at himself until Gerard suddenly reaches out and pulls him close.
Mikey eases into the embrace, tucks his chin against the crook of Gerard's neck, sweat and vodka and the taint of fear, so obviously Gerard, and Mikey closes his eyes and breathes. (2,970 words)
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author:turps  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:brothers  time:early.days  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2008-01  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:angst 
august 2008 by turlough
turps: Bob and the Kittie Kats
REC: Bob finds two kittens on the bus and Gerard and Mikey have suddenly disappeared. The very best sort of adorable fluff. (2008-02-24)
QUOTE: He stands and steps back so he's resting against the kitchen bench, hip pushed against the edge as he observes. Watching as the kitten flops on its side and stretches one paw in the air, its black-tipped toes splayed, its mouth open wide to reveal tiny sharp teeth.
Which okay, he'd admit that's cute - mentally at least, he's not about to go around proclaiming his love for kittens - but it's then the kitten starts to scratch, its leg frantically moving and all Bob can think about is fleas.
He's scratching at his arm when he hears the high-pitched squeak. At first he thinks it's coming from the kitten on the table, then he realises that the sound originated someplace low, like near his foot low.
Slowly, Bob looks down, and frowns when he sees yet another kitten. This one is all knock-kneed and has a whip-thin tail that droops to the ground, and when it stumbles into Bob's foot and looks up, he sees its eyes are scrunched almost closed and ringed with an unbroken line of black.
Bob tries to resist. One kitten is bad enough, but *two*? Then the kitten mews, looking impossibly frail against the solidness of Bob's boot. (2,970 words)
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author:turps  fandom:Bandom  activity:transformation.animate  beings:animals.cats  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  posted:2008-02  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff 
august 2008 by turlough
stele3: The Year of Living Safely
REC: Gerard's life from getting sober until The Black Parade. I love the way stele3 writes the guys, the dynamic between Gerard and Mikey, and especially Gerard himself. Wonderful story. (Don't miss the Frank/Gerard sequel, 'Knocking Around the Prickly Pear'!) (2008-02-10)
QUOTE: "I really don't want to go in there," Gerard says, staring at the dashboard. Frank doesn't chide, doesn't argue or tell him that it'll all be okay. "You'll be pissed at yourself if you don't, Gee." "I going to. I am. I just - I'm stating for the fucking record, okay, that I really don't want to go in there." Frank rolls his eyes, but smiles. "Okay. Duly noted." It's not that bad, actually. Nobody recognizes him - Gerard had been terrified about that, getting recognized and having to be there for some excited fan just while he's ass-deep in his own nightmares. (12,190 words)
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author:stele3  fandom:Bandom  concept:sobriety  condition:mental.illness  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:Chicago  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2007-09  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
stele3: Weird, Beautiful
REC: Gerard glows when he's happy. Completely adorable. (2008-02-03)
QUOTE: Once Mikey and Gerard get to arguing they go on for DAYS, mumbling to each other's bunks as they fall asleep and picking up the next morning at that same spot. Frank can geek out with the best of them, but right now he wants attention and he isn't getting it while they yammer on about humanoids. So he leans up and licks Gerard's neck, a long stripe from his Adam's Apple to his pulse. He expects a punch, or a giggle, or at least a disgusted yelp. Instead, the skin right in front of his face fucking *lights up*. (1,610 words)
author:stele3  fandom:Bandom  beings:aliens  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pov:Frank  posted:2008-01  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
stele3: Two Knights and A Pawn
REC: The mafia one where Bob and Frank is the team that gets to look after of the eldest Way son who's just out of prison. This story balances on the edge between not!fic and a fully developed story. It's obviously written in a rush but to my mind this only adds to the immediacy and intensity of it. It's the kind of story that makes me feel all twisted up - it's so gritty and painful, even though there is hope at the end - but it's just so good I can't help loving it. I think the thing that hurt most was the slow realisation of what Gerard had actually been before going to prison, what he's lost and will never get back even if he will get something else with Frank and Bob in the end. And the Mikey cameo is heartbreaking. I also really like the oblique way the relationship developments are handled and how pragmatic and fitting to the characters and their situation they are. (2008-02-03)
QUOTE: So they keep Gerard there and set out to show him 'a good time.' Which in Gerard's case means a whole fuckload of heroin. Once he's semi-accepted that they're not going to shoot him and bury him out back in the mudpit of a back yard, Gerard shuts the door of his designated bedroom and doesn't leave it except to stumble out and ask for more smack when he's burned through it all (and Jesus Christ, Frank thinks, how can one fucking person smoke that much and still be alive?), or stumble out when he's high and ask to see his brother.
He also wanders the house at night. Bob finds this out on his own nightly sojourns: he's smoking a cigarette out in the stained kitchen (he'd do it in the bedroom but Frank had bronchitis a while back and Bob still remembers the awful wheeze) when Gerard stumbles in wearing a pair of boxers.
They stare at each other a long moment. It's not often that Bob is out-silenced, but he finally murmurs, "Evening."
Gerard blinks at him fish-like. His mouth hangs open a little and he closes it slowly, moves it around like he's trying to work up some spit.
He mumbles something. "What?" Bob says, leaning forward.
"I'll suck you off," Gerard offers hoarsely. His eyes are black pools on his moonlit face. It's below freezing out and Bob can see him shake. "If you let me go home."
Bob stubs out his cigarette and doesn't answer. After a while Gerard shuffles back down the hall, bumping against the doorframe as he goes.
The next morning Bob tells this to Frankie, who laughs thinly. "Hah, he likes me better than you. He said I could fuck him if I let him see his brother."
Bob says nothing to that, either, just turns the pancakes.
Frank takes a stack of them into Gerard's room. He's on a fucking humanitarian mission, here, he's pretty sure that Gerard hasn't eaten in a couple of days.
The humanitarian mission fails, at least for now. Gerard doesn't react when Frank says his name or shakes him, just stares at him with glassy eyes, curled up tight in the blankets. Eventually Frank sits down on the floor and stares back.
When the pancakes go cold, he throws them out. Then he tells Toro to bring them less-than-quality shit next time. If the son's too drugged out of his mind to eat and starves to death, then they're well and truly fucked. (9,120 words)
author:stele3  fandom:Bandom  activity:drug.use  activity:detoxing  activity:gun.fights  concept:addiction  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rape  concept:violence  concept:hostage  concept:sobriety  concept:art  concept:polyamory  condition:PTSD  holiday:Christmas  occupation:criminal/mobster  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:poly  relationship:established  smut:threesome  smut:fucking  setting:prison  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Frank(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Bob/Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:omni  posted:2008-01  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
august 2008 by turlough
stele3: An Inexplicable Occurence of Angels
REC: The one where Gerard is a has-been rockstar in his mother's basement and Frank is an inexplicable angel. I don't know how many times I've re-read this story, it's so totally fabulous. Sad and painful and heartbreaking and hopeful, and very, very funny - an angel learning how to be human from the brothers Way can't be anything BUT hilarious. The characterisations and atmosphere and pacing are all first class and the little suprise twist at the end is perfect. (2008-02-17)
QUOTE: Then it's just Gerard, in his bedroom, alone with an angel. Only *his* life could be this weird. Part of him wants to crawl back into bed and pretend this was all a withdrawal-induced hallucination - but that would entail pushing the angel *out* of his bed, and Gerard's not so convinced about the whole no-smiting thing.
Oh, shit, the angel's watching him again, leaning forward to poke his chin over the edge of the comforter like a small animal emerging from its burrow. "Hi," Gerard greets uncertainly.
The angel cocks his head to one side, doing nothing to dispel the impression of, like, a lemur or something. "Can you understand what I'm saying?" Gerard asks. "Blink twice if you understand me."
No luck, but then the angel's gaze slides away to the window and his thin little mouth tips downward. After a brief struggle -
"Oh, hey, you maybe shouldn't -"
- he kicks free of the comforters and stands up, still naked.
"- or, you know, whatever," Gerard chokes, and tucks his burning face behind one hand. *Definitely* not twelve years old.
In the corner of his vision the angel shuffle-steps over to the window, peering up at the single, intrepid ray of light slipping into the room. After a moment he lifts his hand to pass it through the beam, like it's something he can touch. Sunlight plays across his fingers, held and released, tripping over his knuckles on its customary way to the floor.
Gerard watches, sort of totally forgetting to keep his hand up. The angel doesn't seem to notice: his focus is absolute, eyes intent. He spreads his palm, fingers speared outward, tilting it so that the light slips sideways across his palm.
As he tips his arm, the beam falls across black letters tattooed on the soft skin inside his elbow. It's just a brief flash, but it's enough for Gerard to read: 'TAKE THIS TO MY GRAVE.'
It's hot. It's been so hot, this whole last week, and Gerard has been down here breathing the same stale air. It crowds up into his open mouth and nose, pushing on his lungs. "That's," he croaks, then clears his throat, tries again. The angel looks over and Gerard points to the words on his arm, says, "That's mine."
He knows the rest of it, too, and so does Mikey. Mikey's seen the last gasps of creativity, the scrawled lyrics and half-hearted sketches that Gerard has managed to peel from the mess he's made of himself. But no one else has and no one *will*: Gerard had his chance and he blew it for all of them. Now he's a has-been rock star living in his mom's basement.
With an angel. A has-been rock star in his mom's basement *with an inexplicable angel*, who has Gerard's unsung lyrics tattooed on his forearm and, now that Gerard looks closer, on his chest and torso and legs and *neck*. And everywhere there aren't lyrics there are *pictures* that Gerard knows too, from the sketchbook tucked under his mattress.
Gerard scrambles up and backs away, shaking. "Who are you?"
The angel twitches away, too, his eyes widening at Gerard's sudden movement. One of the wings bumps hard against Gerard's desk, and he kind of half flaps to regain his balance, utterly fails, and tips over to bang his head against the wall.
The rush of air from his wings hits Gerard and jolts him into motion, out the door into the hallway. (35,410 words)
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author:stele3  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  concept:addiction  activity:performing  concept:sobriety  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:music  concept:art  beings:angels  things:wings  things:tattoos  occupation:office.worker  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  location:way.basement  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pov:Gerard  posted:2007-12  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
august 2008 by turlough
sevenfists: The Sky-High City
REC: Frank's life after the end of the band. A lovely, quiet story with some fabulous writing, showing us Frank's feelings of loss and aimlessness, and the slow process of him getting back the interest in life and doing things again. Great characterisations of Jamia and the rest of the guys, especially Gerard, and their interactions with Frank. (2008-02-10)
QUOTE: It's just one night, though. After that, Bob goes back to the city, and Mikey goes back to his college classes, and Ray goes back to falling in love with his girlfriend. Frank doesn't understand why everyone else is making these great lives for themselves, meeting new people and doing all the things they couldn't do while they were in the band, and he's just sitting at home feeling sorry for himself.
Frank's not a complicated guy; he likes food, tattoos, sex, Jamia, playing the guitar, video games, and Gatorade. He's okay with that. He doesn't need to be an artist like Gerard or have deep thoughts like Bob. He's used to being pretty easy-going and happy, and he doesn't know what to do with all these feelings he's having, or even how to categorize them. It sucks.
It's like he's stuck in place while everyone else goes forward. It kind of - it reminds him of this one time, in Iowa or somewhere, they were in a mall and the other guys got on an escalator, but then some lady with a stroller cut Frank off, and he was stuck at the bottom while everyone else ascended to the food court. It's like that.
He makes a list of the things he wants to do:
1. Marry Jamia.
2. Travel somewhere. (??)
Then he can't think of anything else. He's got a scorpion tattoo on his neck, so that kind of limits his options. He can't get a normal job. He'd like to maybe be in a band again, but he thinks that after My Chemical Romance, everything else would suck in comparison. Maybe he could be a tattoo artist. He mentions it to Jamia during dinner.
"You can't draw," she says.
"I could learn," he says.
"Okay," she says. "You want some more pasta?"
He scrapes his fork against his plate. "You keep - I don't know, you keep telling me to do something with my life, but then you don't like any of my ideas."
"That's not true," Jamia says. "I just don't think you're being realistic about it, that's all. Last week you wanted to open a bike repair business."
"So, like, what - I don't know what you want me to do," Frank says. His throat's all tight and scratchy.
"I want you to be happy," Jamia says. "I want you to do something that makes you happy."
"I don't know what that is," Frank says.
"I don't either," Jamia says. "But I can't figure it out for you." (7,220 words)
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author:sevenfists  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.hamsters  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:writer  concept:art  concept:music  relationship:breakup  relationship:friendship  time:future  time:post-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Frank  posted:2007-08  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) 
august 2008 by turlough
sevenfists: Distance in the Afterlife
REC: The one where Gerard comes out during Project Revolution. Reading this story never fails to put me in a good mood, it's so fabulous. I love the way Gerard is written, the dialogue is wonderful and so are the band interactions. The slow reveal of what led Gerard to come out is very nicely handled and I really like the way his coming-out, the touring, and the stagegay are all woven together. (2008-02-10)
QUOTE: When they stop at a diner for breakfast, Mikey says, "Gerard wants us to talk about his sexuality."
"Oh my God," Gerard says. "Thanks, Mikes, but I really don't."
"It's important," Mikey says. "We need to have an atmosphere of acceptance and communication."
They all stare at him.
"That was a joke," Mikey says.
"It's too early in the morning for this," Ray says. "I want some scrambled eggs, can we have eggs?"
"It's a roadside diner, Toro," Brian says wearily. "They've got eggs."
"Who else wants a cigarette break," Gerard says.
"Me," Bob says.
"Breakfast first," Brian says. "We have to be back on the bus in an hour. You can smoke later."
"Okay guys, but seriously," Mikey says, "I think we've all been acting like nothing's happened, but this was a big step for Gerard, and maybe we should acknowledge that things are different for him, even if they maybe aren't different for the rest of us."
"Yeah, he's like a fucking butterfly emerging from his chrysalis," Frank says. "Pass the butter."
"Ha ha," Gerard says. "Seriously, I need a fucking cigarette." What he really needs is an entire fucking bottle of vodka, but if he says that out loud Mikey will probably start crying, and it's *way* too early in the morning for that.
"Gerard, we acknowledge that you would rather have intimate relations with dudes than with ladies," Bob says. "We're all very proud of you, and we think it's a great thing, and maybe Ray will give you a hug later, if you need one."
"Hey," Ray says.
"However," Bob continues, "none of us have ever been interested in the details of your sex life, and that hasn't changed, so please go on with that whole keeping it to yourself thing." He turns to Mikey. "If you don't take your fucking hands off my sausage links, I will castrate you."
"Jeez, sorry," Mikey says.
"That was a touching speech," Brian says. "Thank you, Bob."
"Your sarcasm's thick enough to kill a guy," Frank says.
"It's my specialty," Brian says.
"I hate all of you," Gerard says, when his voice finally starts working again. "Can we please never talk about this again?" (15,450 words)
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author:sevenfists  fandom:Bandom  activity:coming.out  activity:performing  activity:interview  concept:stagegay  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  tour:2007.Project.Revolution  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/OC(past)  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-02  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
august 2008 by turlough
minervacat: Ever Notice How Drinking's Like War
REC: The one about Bob's first weeks with the band and everything they aren't saying. I think this is one of the best Bob centric stories from when he'd just started as the MCR drummer. It's got a fabulous Bob voice, great characterisations, and a wonderful atmosphere. The way it manages to balance the uncertainty and worry with a quiet hope for the future is beautiful and captivating. (2008-02-17)
QUOTE: Nobody else was talking about anything at all, so Bob just said, "Yeah, we're a bus," and they got ready to get on the road to wherever it was they were going in a huge roar of engines and everything no one was saying.
The fact that Gerard sober was almost scarier than Gerard drinking, for one thing.
The fact that nobody was talking about the fact that they weren't talking about anything.
It was the middle of the night, after a show and Bob could hardly even remember where they were, much less where they were going - playing took more out of him than mixing ever had, and he'd had a hard enough time keeping track of cities when he was just mixing. But nobody in this band slept when they were supposed to, and lately it had been worse because Gerard couldn't or wouldn't sleep, and somebody was always up all night with him. They didn't talk about that, either, just somebody was tapped to curl up on the other end of the couch from Gee and read comics or fiddle with a guitar while Gee's hands shook and he drew tiny, cramped, scary scenes of gore and guts and what looked, to Bob (though he'd never claim to be an art critic), like scenes of epic failure.
Among the things that nobody else was saying was that Gee somehow thought he'd failed, and it seemed to Bob like success could only be getting sober and cleaning the mess of Otter and drinking and drugs and Bert and whatever-the-hell else.
Frank came back and climbed straight into Bob's lap on the couch, and Bob let him. They were all pretty wobbly with exhaustion, trying to tour while they put everything back together, and Frank was pretty demanding of affection at all times, but even more so now, even more so after every time he picked Gerard back up. The buses weren't moving yet, though, and Mikey was actually swaying on his feet where he stood, and the only thing Bob knew *how* to say was, "Hey, Toro, take Mikey over to the other bus, okay?" They had two buses, but given the way they were watching Gerard like a hawk, more often than not nobody but the techs and Schechter slept on the other one, and some nights not even Schechter bothered.
He did not say, 'Frank and I will watch Gee tonight.' He did not say, 'Everyone stop worrying, please, please, please, it'll be okay.' Bob thought he was doing pretty well in the My Chemical Romance all-the-things-we're-not-talking-about sweepstakes. (3,430 words)
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author:minervacat  fandom:Bandom  concept:sobriety  condition:insomnia  smut:threesome  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Bob/Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Bob  posted:2008-01  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
august 2008 by turlough
makesomelove: And Woke Up with a Handful of Goo
REC: Pete turns into a snail. So funny and adorable. (2008-02-24)
QUOTE: There's something on Hemmy's head. Hemmy greets Joe after he lets himself in when there was no answer at Pete's front door, and when Joe goes to pet him, there's something on his head. Joe kneels down to get a closer look. He hopes it's not like, a tumor or a wad of chewed gum or whatever. It's not. It's a snail. It's a snail that is clearly Pete Wentz. It has little markings all over its body, like tattoos, and there's even a Bartskull on its shell. "You can't even be a snail without that stupid thing, can you?" Joe asks Pete the snail. He's sort of disappointed when there's no answer. Pete turning into a snail is pretty cool, but Pete turning into a talking snail would be even cooler. (1,100 words)
author:makesomelove  fandom:Bandom  activity:transformation.animate  beings:animals.others  beings:animals.dogs  relationship:UST  setting:on.break  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Joe/Pete(primary)  pov:Joe  posted:2008-01  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
august 2008 by turlough
lovelypoet: Click
REC: Ray's always taken pictures. Lovely! (2008-02-03)
QUOTE: The first tour and Ray knew before it started that he was going to forget to pack something. He'd just figured it would be something like extra razor blades or toothpaste, not something that actually mattered. They're seven hours out when he closes his eyes and can clearly picture his camera sitting on the table by his bed. "Fuck," He mutters, but there's no one to hear him, the rest of the guys asleep, twisted around each other and their equipment in the back. (502 words)
author:lovelypoet  fandom:Bandom  activity:photography  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  posted:2008-01  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen 
august 2008 by turlough
lovebashed: The Second Time the Band Saves Gerard's Life
REC: The one about Gerard getting sober from Frank's point of view. This is clear and sharp and very beautiful. (2008-02-24)
QUOTE: Frank's knees hurt from standing on them for too long, holding a hand on Gerard’s back as Gerard pukes into a wastebasket squeezed between him and Mikey. The room is too hot, smells strongly of sweat and Gerard’s vomit, and Frank thinks if it doesn’t end soon, he’ll start retching as well. He can already feel it in the pit of his throat.
Frank gets his pot cramps at the worst times, stomach twisting painfully, but he can't get his medicine, doesn't want to leave Gerard like this. They’re both pretty messed up, him and Gerard, but Frank knows that Gerard will be able to get through it, stop drinking. He just wishes it’d be as easy as quitting pot was for him, even as he knows that it won’t be.
Ray and Brian are amazing all through the night; shooing people out of the room, making sure Gerard gets at least some fake sense of privacy.
Ray presses a bottle of water into Frank's hands somewhere between midnight and morning in case Gerard wants to rinse his mouth from bile and sick, briefly touching the back of Frank’s neck, patting Mikey’s bony shoulder.
Ray’s fucking ace.
Frank will feel ashamed later for thinking how much he wants out, how much he wishes he could go home, never having to deal with something like this again, even if the overwhelming need to stay with Gerard wins in the end. (1,320 words)
author:lovebashed  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:detoxing  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:established  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2008-02  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
lisaroquin: Art of Codependency
REC: I can't believe this story hasn't been recced everywhere. Okay, it's got a few grammar problems but it's an amazing story - the band interactions, Bob and Gerard, the therapy, and especially the incredible album creation sessions in the last part - absolutely wonderful, all of it. Don't miss the sequel, 'Chicago'. (2008-02-03)
QUOTE: "You're thinking." Gerard's silence is confused and slightly worried. Bob almost wants to laugh himself. He can *feel* Gerard wondering if they'd driven him insane. Mostly because Bob claims they're going to do just that one of these days - Gerard, Frank, and Mikey drive him and Ray totally batshit. "You've been a zombie for six weeks. Shut down, nothing, I can see the wheels spinning now though," Bob offers."Codependency," is what Gerard offers back up as to the unspoken question of what is he thinking. (24,010 words)
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author:lisaroquin  fandom:Bandom  concept:music  concept:sobriety  activity:drug.use  activity:therapy  activity:manicure  relationship:breakup  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:on.tour  tour:2007-2008.Black.Parade  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(past)  pairing:Bob/Kat(past)  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  pov:Bob  posted:2007-11  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  pairing:Ray/Christa(secondary)  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst 
august 2008 by turlough
frausorge: Flamethrower
REC: Bob and Gerard and Liza Minnelli. Such a happy-making little story. (2008-02-24)
QUOTE: Bob nods. Gerard is definitely the most excited for Liza out of the five of them - possibly the only one really excited, as such. But Bob isn't going to argue with anything that puts a smile that honest onto Gerard's face these days. (341 words)
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author:frausorge  fandom:Bandom  beings:Liza.Minelli  relationship:established  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  posted:2008-02  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
frausorge: The Better Part
REC: Pete is not discrete. Gorgeous whirlwind-like ficlet. (2008-02-17)
QUOTE: Pete is not discrete. He's a bundle of energy on his good days, all whirls and jumps, spins and twirls, till he's a blur in the air with no clear edges anyone could outline. (215 words)
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author:frausorge  fandom:Bandom  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary)  pov:omni  posted:2008-02  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash 
august 2008 by turlough
kitsune_tsuki: Pictures of You
REC: On the way to his boring job Frank finds a camera and sets out trying to find the owner. Fabulously happy-making without being overly sweet and cloying and Bob and Brian are wonderful in the supporting roles. (2008-02-24)
QUOTE: He spent the majority of his day at work going through the pictures and some of the videos and honestly can't remember seeing anything but the smile on his guy's face. Frank's pretty sure that's not a normal reaction, but he's never claimed to be a normal sort of guy. The camera's in the pocket of his jacket, and it's taking all of his willpower not to grab it and look through the pictures again. He's trying to be a rational adult, and rational adults don't obsess over complete strangers based on some pictures and a few minutes of video. At least, that's what Frank's trying to tell himself, but he's not really sure he's succeeding. Ten minutes later he knows he isn't [...] (11,540 words)
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author:kitsune_tsuki  fandom:Bandom  activity:photography  concept:quest  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:office.worker  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:personal.assistant  relationship:friendship  setting:office  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2008-02  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough

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