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prophetic: Merry and Bright
REC: The mall is weird, but it has its moments of Christmas beauty. A charming and happymaking story about Frank's job at the mall from Thanksgiving to Christmas, both the good and the bad, and how he meets Gerard and the evolution of their relationship. Parts of it made me laugh out loud and others made me sigh with happiness. (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: Frank puttered at the counter, rearranging piles of clothes into other, slightly more stable piles, connecting garments with hangers where he could. It wasn't much good without a rack to hang them on. He collected as many of the dressing room number tags as he could - the tags and number limits hadn't even begun to control the flood of people today - and started to replenish the empty tag hooks.
"Can you help me?" A small, worried voice floated out from the dressing rooms.
Frank looked down the row of doors and saw the guy had peeked his head awkwardly out of the last door and was looking at Frank. Frank hurried down to him.
"What can I do for you?"
"Well, I..." The guy's voice trailed off and he edged open the door, which he had been using to shield his body from the view of Frank or anyone else who might have been in the hallway. "I'm kind of... not sure about these pants."
He was wearing a pair of pants that was, Frank estimated conservatively, about three sizes too large. They hung with reasonable security off his waist, but the front pleats drooped sadly and the cuffs creased and bunched around his feet. Frank frowned in concentration as he took this in. The guy was anxious, and this was why. He didn't know how to shop. Frank felt a smile pricking behind his cheekbones and the beginnings of a laugh at the back of his throat, so he frowned harder.
"I... haven't had to buy dress pants in a really long time," the guy offered by way of explanation.
"Well, okay," Frank began carefully, fighting the prickly feeling in his cheeks. "I think these might be a little big for you." That was the least of the pants' problems, really. Frank flashed back to the day he'd come to work in an old pair of pants he'd pulled out of the back of his closet. They had pleats at the front and cuffs that just barely brushed the tops of his shoes. Pete had sent him home to change, with orders not to come back until he was in different clothes, had disposed of the pleated pants permanently, and could explain the difference between a half-break and full-break hem. And now the fit of men's pants had turned into something Frank could evaluate quickly, thoroughly, without thinking. Something he knew an embarrassing amount about.
"So, the fit," Frank said to the guy, "The fit is the first thing. I can get you some different sizes." His exhaustion was making him chatter, but the guy was looking at him so earnestly. And those eyebrows. (10,420 words)
author:prophetic  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:shopping  concept:ordinary.lives  holiday:Thanksgiving  holiday:Christmas  occupation:shop.assistant  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:shop  setting:mall  things:snow  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Gym.Class.Heroes  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2015.Bandom.Holidays  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-12  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
annemari: Find Out Your Hiding Places Again
REC: Gerard doesn't think he's lost enough blood to start hallucinating. The one where Gerard and Mikey have become superheroes on different sides. I love how lowkey this was. Just two brothers finally talking after having drifted apart. annemari write such lovely Way brothers interaction. (2013-11-03)
QUOTE: Gerard doesn't think he's lost enough blood to start hallucinating.
"Shit," Mikey says. "Shit, Gee, what the fuck?"
"How?" Gerard asks. "How do you - how did I - ow, fuck, motherfucker."
"Stop moving," Mikey says. "Okay, now get up, we have to go."
"That's a contradiction," Gerard says, and lets Mikey pull him up. His side is bleeding, and it really hurts like a motherfucker, but his costume absorbed some of the impact and helped keep the worst damage at bay.
"But -" Gerard wheezes, leaning heavily on Mikey. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"What are *you* doing here?"
"I asked you first. Ow."
"Easy," Mikey says. "Shit, we need to get you to the hospital."
"I'm fine," Gerard says automatically. He stumbles, and groans when the wound throbs. Fucking ow. "Okay, never mind. A hospital sounds really good."
There's a blast to their right and Mikey curses and pulls them to cover behind a shelf. "Can't you tell your guys to fucking back off?"
Gerard rests his head against the shelf, panting. "Hey," he says. "We. We didn't start this."
Mikey doesn't reply; he pulls Gerard up again and they keep moving. Gerard follows him blindly; he pushed his mask up when he got hit and the enemy ran up to him. Except the enemy turned out to be *Mikey*. (2,730 words)
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  activity:rescue  concept:superpowers  condition:injury  occupation:vigilante  occupation:musician  relationship:brothers  setting:mall  setting:clinic/hospital  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Bandom_Meme.Exchange  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-11 
november 2013 by turlough
desfinado: Backseat
REC: The one about teenaged Mikey and Gerard and Frank meandering all over Jersey. I love how visual and physical this story is, letting us see and experience things through Mikey's eyes. I also really like the unhurried, almost aimless, feel of the narrative, reflecting their meanderings in the mall and all over Jersey. (2010-04-25)
QUOTE: They get coffees in stupid tiny white styrofoam cups and sit out the ass end of the mall on the loading dock, sipping from shaky fingers as they look out at the highway across the abandoned lot, legs swinging from the edge of the concrete platform.
"End of the fucking world," Gerard says, breathing in steam from the cup held close to his chest. Mikey thinks it looks like it from here: colourless gray sky, dead grass and frozen mud, patchy snow, trucks passing like a river of noise and metal and wheels.
Frank gets cold in just his hoodie and likes to tuck his hands into Mikey's armpit, coffee clenched between his thighs. Gerard watches from Mikey's other side as Frank turns in, presses his nose like an icy point against Mikey's exposed neck. His hair smells like cigarettes and the wax he uses on his dreads.
"Warm me up, Mikey Way," Frank says and Mikey obliges, puts his arm around Frank's shoulders as he looks out at the flat, ugly buildings around the lot, one-stories with no windows and empty parking lots. Frank pushes his face in further, opens his mouth and breathes hot against Mikey's skin. "We're the only ones who aren't drones," he mumbles and it makes Mikey shiver when he feels the wet of Frank's tongue. His fingers get cold where they're bare, wrapped around Frank's shoulder.
When Frank kisses behind Mikey's ear, it makes him suck in a breath, cold air burning his lungs as his fingers tighten. Gerard laughs and reaches across Mikey's lap to rescue Frank's coffee before he spills it from leaning too far over. Gerard puts it down carefully on the platform behind them before finishing his own and crumpling it, dropping it to the ground below their hanging legs.
"We'd never be drones," Gerard says before he lets his head fall to Mikey's other shoulder. He smells like home and when he kisses Mikey's pulse, it speeds up. Mikey can feel Frank smile, sees him reach across to work his bare fingers in between Gerard's thighs. Gerard's lips are dry and coffee-warm, his hand curving in the lapel of Mikey's jacket as he noses up behind Mikey's ear into his hair. He presses kisses into his scalp, along the shell of Mikey's ear. Mikey's eyes fall shut and he's so cold and so hot at the same time. (1,580 words)
author:desfinado  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:friendship  relationship:Waycest  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  time:pre-band  setting:mall  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2010-04  recced:2010-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
april 2010 by turlough
quarterturn & schneestern: Rock Band Is (Not) a Synonym for Love
REC: The one were everyone works in a mall and is in love with everyone else and there are pinings and stalkings and misunderstandings and stealing of food court employees. A charming and entertaining ensemble story, fastpaced and well-balanced, that made me really engaged in all the characters and not just my usual favourites. The best sort of frothy, fluffy fun! (And it's really nice to see a story where Gerard and Bert managed to have a more-or-less amicable breakup for once.) (2009-06-14)
QUOTE: Mikey levels an even look at him before turning his placid gaze on Gerard. "It's nothing. We've gone out a couple times, that's it." Gerard has a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Who?" Later on, Gerard has to explain to a surly pair of security guards that when he shouted, "GABE SAPORTA?!?" he really didn't mean for it to carry all the way down from the first floor to the pet store on the ground floor [...]. (43,790 words)
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author:quarterturn  author:schneestern  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  activity:drinking  occupation:shop.assistant  occupation:hairdresser  occupation:piercer/tattoo.artist  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:shop  setting:mall  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Cobra.Starship  band:The.Used  band:The.Academy.Is  band:The.Hush.Sound  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pov:Gerard  pov:Patrick  pov:Pete  pov:Spencer  pov:Ryan  pov:Jon  challenge:2009.BBB  posted:2009-06  recced:2009-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gabe/Mikey(secondary)  pairing:Bob/Greta(secondary)  pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary)  pairing:Brendon/Ryan(primary)  pairing:Jon/Spencer(primary)  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter 
june 2009 by turlough
cimorene: Wake Up and Notice
REC: The one where everyone except Frank turns into a girl. I've always thought that if the guys got turned into girls this is probably the way they would behave. And this Gerard is so fabulously weird and wonderful and dorky. (2007-11-11)
QUOTE: "Well, I was just sitting there eating breakfast, actually, cause I kind of thought I was still dreaming or something or, I don't know, it was a side effect of the medication? But then Ray and Bob came in the kitchen and they were pretty freaked... oh, yeah. Frank's the only one who's still a guy... Ray keeps showing us his tits, but there hasn't been any hot girl-on-girl action... oh, um, I didn't think of that," he said, stuttering suddenly.
He went quiet for a little while so Gerard finished his coffee and went looking for cereal and had completely tuned Mikey out by the time he got up and ambled past Gerard, pausing in the door to shove his phone into the side of Gerard's head hard enough to crush his ear. "Hi?"
"Gerard! Long time no see," said Alicia.
"You have no idea," said Gerard, glancing down at his boobs, which made the view of his Day of the Dead shirt somewhat different from normal.
Alicia laughed and got right down to business. "So tell me in your own words what's been going on in that mental asylum you call a tourbus for the past four days?"
"Well, we pretty much woke up on Monday and all of us were girls... except Frank. And um, we canceled a couple of shows... we didn't really want to, but we couldn't really play like this. Actually, Mikey and I look a lot the same, but Ray... yeah... he's really different. He's got really big tits," Gerard explained. "So we've kinda been... "
"Waiting for it to go away on its own?" Alicia suggested in a deceptively ordinary conversational tone. Gerard could tell she was laughing on the inside.
"Well, it's not like we were going to call 911," Gerard said defensively. "I mean, what do we need, an exorcism? I mean, actually that might be what we need, for all I know, but I don't really want to go ask a priest about it... no, we've mostly just been playing videogames and eating pizzas. We tried to write some music but the lyrics weren't really working out. Oh, we did have a zombie marathon, though."
"Right," said Alicia. "So, listen, I'm coming out there. There'd better be a hotel room and a shower for me when I get there. And I don't want to smell any of you." (21,100 words)
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author:cimorene  fandom:Bandom  activity:shopping  activity:laundry  concept:genderfuck  relationship:friendship  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  setting:mall  setting:laundromat  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pov:Gerard  posted:2007-08  recced:2007-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:femslash  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
august 2008 by turlough

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