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theopteryx: Fog, Sheets, and Thunder
REC: The post-apocalyptic one where Gerard still remembers words and Frank is a mail carrier. This is a beautiful and fantastic and completely heartbreaking story. It's a stark and terrible and gritty world, but there is also hope and the possibility of things getting better. Absolutely wonderful! (2012-03-11)
QUOTE: The first time they'd met, Gerard thought that he was dying, that Frank had killed him, had done something to him to make his heart drop in his chest.
Frank had blown in through the east door without following protocol and almost killed them all, actually, with the storm on his heels blowing sticky ash down a hundred yards into the tunnel. The others had rushed to shut the door closed behind him, but Gerard had gotten the brunt of it, had almost choked on the burn in his throat.
When he could finally see again all he could see was Frank - off his bike and standing so close they almost collided, and Frank's goggles were pushed up into his scraggly hair, leaving a clean, oval shadow around his eyes. His eyelashes were frozen, brittle thin, the rims of his eyes a raw new pink, but they were so close Gerard didn't have anywhere else to look.
Frank shoved at Gerard's coat to push a freezing hand against his chest, another on his back, feeling as Gerard unwittingly coughed against the pressure.
"You're fine," Frank said, dropping the contact, and immediately pulled the plastic bag of letters out of Gerard's arms. "This it?"
"Yeah," Jimmy said, from over Gerard's shoulder when Gerard didn't answer through the coughs. "Claret's fueled you up, you staying?"
"Nah, I'm out," Frank said, and slid the bag on his shoulders to the ground, landing with a solid noise in the slush by Gerard's toes. "For you."
"For me?" Gerard managed to get out, throat still rough with ash.
Frank grinned - Gerard couldn't see it, with the heavy mask still over his mouth, but his eyes smiled. He said nothing, just slid Gerard's packet of letters into his bag and restrapped it to his back, buckling it with one hand as he swung over the seat and kicked the bike back into gear. There was a blast of freezing air when he left, and whipped-back ash from his tires splattered against the hem of Gerard's pants. The others rushed to shut the door behind him again, but Gerard stared into the storm after him. He could still see the small light clipped to the back of his bike shining through the ash cloud before the heavy metal door slid shut. (5,660 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/351396 & http://theopteryx.livejournal.com/44875.html )
author:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  activity:bartering  activity:salvage  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  things:tattoos  things:motorbike  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  condition:injury  condition:amnesia  condition:illness  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:driver  relationship:UST  setting:caves  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-03  things:storm  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
march 2012 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: One Journey For You (But It's Worth It)
REC: The one where Frank stays with Grant to recupperate and they get kidnapped by faeries. Such a cute story. (2012-03-04)
QUOTE: Grant's tap on the door wakes him. It's already dark outside, and Frank realizes he's slept the day away. "I've made dinner," Grant calls through the door. "It'll keep if you'd rather not get up, though."
Frank gets up. It's just a vegetable barley soup and toasted cheese - "Gourmet I am not, when I'm cooking for myself," Grant tells him - but Frank's starving.
"I had the strangest dream," Frank tells him over tea when they've retired to the sitting room. "I was chasing children down the upstairs hall of your house. They were giggling like crazy, but they were invisible or something, I could only see their footprints. It was one of those super realistic dreams, too. So weird."
Grant doesn't answer right away, just sips at his tea. "How strange," he says finally. "Well, there are no children here, invisible or otherwise."
They sit in silence for a while, until Frank asks idly, "Is that today's paper?"
"Mm? Ah, yes, the Herald." Frank starts to get up and Grant holds up a hand. "People without collapsed lungs do the fetching and carrying around here." He gets up himself and hands it over.
"It's reinflated," Frank tells him with a grimace.
"I did have a warning you'd not cooperate, remember? Sit and relax."
It's a quiet evening, and Frank falls asleep in the chair. Grant wakes him up after an indeterminate amount of time and gently shoos him upstairs. Half-asleep still, Frank's positive he hears more laughter as he rounds the corner of the upstairs hall, but he passes out as soon as he hits the surface of his bed. (8,010 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339184 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  activity:kidnapping  beings:faeries  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:magic  condition:illness  occupation:writer  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  setting:other.world  tour:2011.World.Contamination  geography:UK:Scotland  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-03  geography:myth:Fairy.Land  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff 
march 2012 by turlough
mrsronweasley: By the Book
REC: The teacher AU where Frank's the new English teacher that starts a book club. This was lots of fun. The Gerard characterisation is wonderful and the setting feels so believable. I particularly loved the discussion the two of them had after the others had left. The sex is scorchingly hot, and the morning-after scene at school is perfection. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: He absolutely was not going to waste his time on a fiasco that was obviously never going to take off, but curiosity got the best of him, as did Greta's prodding. She was one of the few teachers in the school who didn't have to run home as soon as the bell rang, so she wheedled him into going by using the power of her doe eyes.
They went to room 214 at the appointed time.
Gerard wasn't sure what to expect from the new English teacher, even though Greta's meaningful stare had suggested everything from a retired college professor attempting to win back his youth through the systematic slaughter of literary classics to somebody Gerard could *really* identify with, such as a World of Warcraft geek just recently emerged from his mother's basement. Likelier, however, was that he would walk through the doorway to find an empty room with a middle-aged, gone-to-seed dude wearing khakis, glasses, and a pocket protector, a pile of books next to him and no one to share them with. Not that Gerard didn't care for middle-aged geeks, knowing he was headed that way sooner or later, nor did he lack the proper appreciation for a pile of books and having no one to share them with. He hadn't been a virgin until college for nothing.
Whatever he'd been expecting, however, the guy setting up chairs in a circle certainly wasn't it.
Glasses - check. Khakis - check. Tie, button-up shirt - check, check.
But he wasn't middle-aged, and he definitely didn't *look* like a geek. And he was also *motherfucking tattooed*, holy crap.
"Shit," Gerard breathed, and he jumped as Greta poked him in the side.
"This is why we're here," she mumbled. "Hi, it's Mr. Iero, right?" she added in a chirpy voice.
Gerard let her lead as he counted up the ways in which Mr. Iero was not at all a geek who had just emerged from his mother's basement. In fact, if he had emerged from anywhere, it was from under the rubble of Gerard's teenaged fantasies, and oh, man, was that a great place to emerge from.
"Hi!" Mr. Iero turned towards them and immediately extended his hand first to Greta, who might have done a tiny curtsy, and then to Gerard, looking him directly in the eye. He had really pretty eyes. "Good to meet you, Mr.-"
"Way!" Gerard said, extending his hand automatically and just as automatically staring at the guy's tattooed knuckles. Were those letters? 'How the fuck did you even get this job' was at the tip of his tongue, but he held himself in check. "Mr. Way, I'm the, uh, arts - coordinator - person. Good to meet you, Mr. Iero."
"Frank," Mr. Iero said, like he was shrugging off a disguise, and Gerard managed to drop his hand, finally.
"Cool. Gerard," he answered and bit his lip. This wasn't going well, a part of his brain hinted at him. Frank continued smiling. Gerard ran his hand through his hair and turned to Greta in desperation. He could not *believe* she hadn't warned him. (10,620 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338424 & ttp://mrsronweasley.livejournal.com/1093214.html )
author:mrsronweasley  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:literature  things:tattoos  occupation:teacher  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:high.school  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
desfinado: Counting Sheep But Running Out
REC: A fun little story in which Bob and Brian keep getting cockblocked by an insomniac Gerard. It's got a great Bob characterisation and I love the way the tour life is written. The sex is really hot too. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: Brian gets a knee between Bob's spread legs and braces his elbows on either side of Bob's head, bringing the smell of cigarette smoke and deodorant with him as he leans down to suck hard at Bob's neck. Bob slides a hand up the curl of Brian's spine under his t-shirt, fabric bunching under his wrist, and doesn't waste time tracing his other hand up the inseam of Brian's jeans to fit his fingers neatly alongside his fly, cupping his dick.
"Gold digger," Bob says while Brian bares his teeth into the crook of his neck and bites down, working a hand under Bob's waistband.
"Jesus Christ," Brian laughs, breathless, pushing his hips forward as Bob rubs his thumb firmly along the length of his cock though his jeans. "Right, I'd be a millionaire. I've seen your wallet, Bryar, nothing but rubbers and a Taco Bell discount card."
"Nah, he's got like five pesos too," Gerard mumbles from somewhere behind them. Bob's hands still. "And, like -" Bob hears Gerard pause to yawn as Brian slides smoothly over to other side of the couch "- a gift card to Wal Mart. He's living large."
Bob blinks. Brian looks relaxed, rolling his shoulders as his t-shirt settles back into place over the flat of his belly and the dark hair there. Bob turns, but Gerard has both hands over his face and his eyes closed, scrubbing up and into his wild black hair as he shuffles into the lounge.
"Fuck you, I'm Fortune 500," Bob says after a beat, discreetly hitching his hips up to slip his belt buckle back into place.
Brian huffs a laugh. Gerard bumps into the kitchen table and finally opens his red-rimmed eyes all the way. "Now you are." Gerard smiles, crooked and warm. "You can buy all the tacos in the world, Bob."
"Can't sleep?" Brian asks. The side of his mouth quirks up when Bob meets his eyes.
"Fuckin' never can," Gerard grumbles into the mini fridge, rummaging around.
Bob sighs and rearranges his jeans. (4,350 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339608 )
author:desfinado  fandom:Bandom  condition:insomnia  occupation:manager  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:bunk.sex  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Bob/Brian(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
gala_apples: Midnight Lives
REC: The one where Ray and Gerard are secret high school boyfriends. This was such a sweet and lovely story. Everything about it feels so true to the teenagers they are - Ray's reasons for staying in the closet for now and Gerard's for staying there with him, the enthusiastic but not very practiced sex they have, how much they love each other and how they express it. It could be a sad story but something about Ray's matter-of-factness and his quiet but strong hopes for the future makes it into a very hopeful story instead. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: It's another evening of saying nothing at the Way house. Gerard's got the middle cushion of the couch, and for a while Ray's thigh is comfortably pressed against his boyfriend's. Then he comes back from the bathroom and Mikey has usurped his spot. Ray can't make a stink. After all, it's not like there's some legitimate reason he has to sit beside Gerard.
Ray leaves when Frank leaves. He has to. He has homework to write or procrastinate about, and dinner to eat, and prime time viewing to attend. But he'll come back. Probably not until midnight. Later, depending. There's no set time [...]
Gerard's sitting in the dark but he leaps up when he enters the room. Ray would like to have some witty comment. Hell, to manage a cooed 'honey I'm home' would be a feat. Instead, like always, he and Gerard surge to each other with two days worth of pent up affectionate lust. It's impossible to say something witty with his tongue down Gerard's throat.
"I love you," is what he's finally able to say when they break apart. It's important they say it now. When they can't say it during the day it bottles up, just like all the other component feelings.
"I love you too," Gerard says back, pushing a greasy lank of hair behind his ear. Unlike Ray's, Gerard's usually stays tucked. Behind black flannel patterned with skull and crossbones Gerard's already hard.
Ray wants to grope him. He gets a sudden sense-memory of how Gerard's cock fits in his hand and wants it, bad, but he refrains for the moment. (2,290 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/646768 )
author:gala_apples  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:homophobia  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:hairpulling  smut:finger.fucking  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
solarbaby614: Say You're Gonna Try
REC: Frank visits his lover in a cottage in the woods. A sweet and wistful little story that almost feels like the beginning of a fairytale. I would like to see more of this one day. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: Frank was on the cusp of his thirteenth birthday when the rumors started. It was all the gossip among the nobles of his father's court, a troupe if traveling gypsies among the territories; exiles of the British empire.
He was especially interested in the stories they told of the old lady, the one who they said could paint the future. One of the ladies, a duchess from one of the outer territories said that she herself had met them. She had brought with her a painting, the art a bit rough but still artistically masterful in its own way, of herself, holding a bright-eyed baby of her own. He heard her tell his mother that she hadn't even told her husband the news when this was painted. No one could have known.
His father must have seen this as an opportunity though because the next thing he knew his mother had gotten him bundled up and into the carriage early the next morning. The ride took most of the day and the sun was starting to set when they finally reached their destination.
"I've come to have the future told," his father said to a man dressed in colorful clothing when they exited the carriage.
The man eyeballed them for a new moments, unsure, before nodding and motioning for them to follow.
His mother stopped him before they could get too far. "Just stay here for now, okay? We won't be long." (1,190 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338528 )
author:solarbaby614  fandom:Bandom  beings:aristocrats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:esp:precog  things:memories  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  occupation:ruler  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
eldee: You Live Life
REC: This wasn't part of his Plan at all. The one where Frank wakes up on his thirtieth birthday with wings. I really liked this story. It's a great take on the wingfic trope with just the right combination of the strange and the mundane, and it also makes great use of canon. I loved the way the interaction between all the guys is written and the slow development of Frank and Gerard's relationship. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: Frank woke to voices outside the room.
"I told you, he's not feeling well," Gerard's voice drifted through the door. "He feels awful he couldn't make it to the party, but he couldn't help it, he really couldn't."
"And I get that," Ray said patiently, "but I just want to check on him, wish him Happy Birthday. He hasn't answered any messages."
"Because he's been sleeping all day. He's sick," Gerard said, "and needs to be left alone for now."
Mikey's quiet voice answered but Frank couldn't make out the words. Suddenly, the door opened, despite Gerard's protests.
There was silence for a few seconds, followed by a high-pitched, "Holy shit," from Ray.
It was a lot of effort, but Frank made himself roll as far as he could on his side without crushing his wings. "Right?" he croaked out. "Seriously."
Both Mikey and Ray edged closer to the bed, Gerard hovering nervously behind them. "I'm sorry, Frank," Gerard blurted out. "They pretty much broke in and I was powerless to stop them."
"Up yours," Mikey said, sounding as calm as Gerard's earlier unintentional imitation of him. Addressing Frank, he said, "He didn't tell us."
"Even though he should've," Ray said pointedly. His eyes didn't stop roaming over Frank's wings.
"Well, I didn't know if he was ready to tell you yet. He really *has* been sick, I wasn't lying or anything."
"It's okay, Gee," Frank said. "I would've told them."
"Well, yeah," Gerard said, though he sounded more at ease now that Frank didn't seem mad at him.
Mikey sat down cross-legged on the floor next to the bed and Ray joined him. Gerard sat toward the end of the bed, his hand resting on the back Frank's calf, wiggled in under feathers.
Mikey spoke first. "Are you sick because of the wings?" he asked, as if it wasn't anything out of the ordinary at all, which was a totally classic Mikeyway reaction. "Or because you're Frank?"
Frank shrugged as best he could with one shoulder. He was still tired and rolled back onto his stomach, face planting in the pillow for a moment before he turned his head to keep looking at them. "Don't know."
"I think probably both," Gerard said confidently, like he actually knew, as if he was some sort of wing-doctor that made such diagnosis on a regular basis. But both Mikey and Ray nodded and even Frank couldn't dispute that.
"What happened?" Ray asked, sounding awed.
"I woke up with them," Frank said plainly. "That's about it."
"He was awake for about an hour," Gerard explained further, "before getting really sick."
"Why did it make you sick, though?" Ray questioned.
Frank sighed. "Wish I knew."
"Maybe your body is in shock," Mikey said, quite logically. "I'm sure you'll get over it soon, true Frank style." The others chorused agreement, and Frank couldn't help but smile a little.
Ray didn't seem to want to let it go, though. "But why? Why did this happen to you? You can't think of anything that might have, like, caused it?"
"He's had a long day," Gerard interrupted, "maybe we can talk about it tomorrow?"
"It's okay," Frank said. "It's not every day you find out your friend is actually an X-Man."
Gerard let out a big honking laugh, like he couldn't help it, and Mikey and Ray did too. It broke the tension in the air.
"Maybe you got bit by a radioactive... something?" Ray said. "A Spiderman thing, only not a spider, obviously. Maybe, like, a swan."
"Can't you pick something better than that?" Frank said, wrinkling his nose.
"Radioactive... pelican?"
"Fuck you," Frank said and Ray laughed at him. (10,940 words)
author:eldee  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  beings:animals.dogs  things:wings  things:Gerard's.yellow.hair  condition:illness  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  setting:plane  tour:2012.Big.Day.Out  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:Australia  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:magical.realism  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Against the Sun We're the Enemy
REC: Jet Star has a close encouter with a suprising Exterminator. Very cool twist on the Killjoys universe with a nice Jet Star characterisation. I felt really sad for Mikey, but at least he still has Gerard. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: There was the sound of water and Jet was suddenly aware of how parched he was; he desperately needed something wet, to soothe away the dust and dryness in his throat. "Hey," he tried to call out, choking on the words, coughing. The coughing was a bad idea; it woke the screaming pain in his ribs and the ache from a multitude of bruises that covered his body. He bit back a groan, because he wouldn't, *couldn't* let the Exterminator see how weak he was.
"Want some water?" the Exterminator asked, and Jet twitched. He knew that voice, he *did*. And when the Exterminator stepped out of the bathroom, it was suddenly clear why.
"Kobra?" Jet could hear the disbelief and confusion threading through his voice. His heart twisted in his chest.
Jet shook his head at himself. Of course it wasn't Kobra. It was a cracked reflection of Kobra, dark to Kobra's blond, cold and bland versus warm and alive. This was an exterminator, someone created and shaped to extract information, to hunt and torture and kill. A BL/ind predator. Not Kobra Kid, Killjoy, zone-runner and best friend. Family.
The Exterminator held a chipped mug up to Jet's mouth and he could smell the water. Jet tilted his head back and drank greedily, not caring that water was running down his chin, a cold trickle, soaking into his thin shirt. The Exterminator pulled the mug away and went back to the bathroom while Jet licked his lips and tried to shake off the dizziness and confusion that made his head feel like it was stuffed with fucking cotton. (2,890 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338033 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:medication  concept:brainwashing  condition:injury  things:motorbike  occupation:rebel  occupation:exterminator  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Jet.Star/Kobra.Kid(primary)  pov:Jet.Star  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
delphinapterus: B2 on A3 Paper
REC: Gerard likes to draw Gabe. A wonderful pre-band story that paints a great portrait of both Gabe and Gerard at this period of their lives. I particularly loved the way it Gabe's fascination with what Gerard sees when he draws him is written and the way it awakens his interest in Gerard himself, apart from the art he produces. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: Mikey Fuckin' Way, purveyor of quality pills and the magic ticket to get into any club without waiting, is the one who tells Gabe that his brother is looking for a model and he pays $20 a shot. Money for doing nothing is always the best kind and this offer has the added bonus of meeting Mikeyway's reclusive brother. It's an opportunity that Gabe won't pass up. Gerard turns out to be the art student from the park and as soon as Gabe sees the way he flushes red, Gabe knows without question Mikey asked him deliberately. Every good gambler knows the odds just don't run that way without help and Gabe prides himself on being good enough to win more than he loses.
He makes Gerard show him his sketches from the day in the park. [...] Making an argument that Gerard has captured his likeness and thus infringed on Gabe's copyright makes Gerard laugh, but it's what finally gets Gerard to hand over the sketch book so Gabe mentally declares himself victorious. He is surprised by how much controlled energy Gerard managed to convey through the way he drew Gabe and Henry hunching over the chess board.
"We're supposed to be figure drawing from real life," Gerard explains as Gabe pages through the sketch book.
"No wonder you guys are always hanging around the parks," Gabe says absently his attention mostly caught by a sketch of the bird feeding woman who looks much more sinister in Gerard's art than she ever does in the park.
"I know! It's so fuckin' creepy to draw people like that."
The next sketch is of Gabe again. This time he's in profile and staring blankly at the time clock. The button is depressed on his side and Henry's disembodied hand hovers over the white rook. Gabe is shocked by how impatient he looks. He's always prided himself on keeping a blank expression - it's a necessity when he play - but somehow Gerard has managed to convey how impatient he was waiting for the game to end with only a few lines. In the picture he can see himself straining forward against his self-imposed restraint. Seeing his feelings in Gerard's drawing fascinates and unnerves him. It makes Gabe curious to see what Gerard does when he has permission to study him. (2,370 words)
author:delphinapterus  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  concept:art  occupation:student.college  occupation:artist/designer  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Midtown  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gabe  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study 
february 2012 by turlough
snarkydame: Brand Your Heart With Ink
REC: Pete is there waiting when Gerard comes back from college to pick up a few things. A beautiful story with wonderful imagery. It's so full of emotion and it's got this bittersweet feel to it that catches at your throat. I love the way Pete is written. He's feeling so much that he's almost wordless and then it all comes out in the words he writes on Gerard's skin. Absolutely lovely! (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: His cheek itched. Pete scrunched his face up, and tasted dirt. Huh. He blinked, and his eyelashes caught on a curled blade of brittle yellow grass. He pushed himself up, rubbing at his eyes.
"Aw, Mikes, you woke him up."
Pete's eyes shot open. The porch light made strange shadows on his face, but Pete could tell Gerard was smirking from his seat on the bottom step. Something unknotted in his stomach, and Pete took a deep breath, tasting the hint of cigarette smoke in the dry air.
Mikey's foot nudged at his side, and Pete remembered to let the breath back out.
"Hi, Gerard." Pete knew he was grinning like an idiot, could feel it stretching his cheeks until they hurt.
"Very clever," Mikey muttered, just barely audible at his side.
"Hey, Pete," Gerard said, and Pete's smile, if anything, widened, because Gerard's cheeks were red.
Mikey sighed. He stood up, pushing his phone back into his pocket and brushing at the seat of his pants. "If you guys are through staring at each other..." he said, and stepped around Gerard. The metal railing creaked as he pulled himself up the concrete steps.
As the screen door whapped shut behind him, Pete finally managed to get to his feet. He opened his mouth to say... something, but the warm night seemed to wrap itself around him, until the whole world was encompassed by the porch light, and was made up only of Gerard, himself, and the tiny white moths that circled the light. Speech seemed... foreign.
Gerard cocked his head, his smirk fading. He brought his cigarette up to his mouth; took a deep, solemn drag. The smoke hazed around the moth wings, glowing in the light. Pete's feet were stuck to the ground.
Gerard broke his gaze first, looking down to rub the cigarette out on the concrete. He stood up. "I'm going back to school in the morning," he said, still not looking at Pete. "Do you have to get home?"
It took a couple of tries to make his throat work, but Pete managed it. "Fuck no," he said, and followed Gerard inside. (2,880 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338150 & http://theladysnarkydame.dreamwidth.org/5734.html )
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  things:tattoos  occupation:student.college  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Pete  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Pete(primary)  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2012 by turlough
jjtaylor: By Now I'm Sure You Know
REC: Frank discovers he has a knife kink. A nicely hot exploration of a new kink. I liked the way Frank asserted himself afterwards, it made the whole thing more interesting somehow. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: "Stop worrying," Gerard says, still moving the knife like he's tracing out something out on a piece of paper. He stops abruptly, holds up the knife and examines it. Frank doesn't know what he's looking for. "Here, give me your hand."
Frank holds out his hand, and Gerard rubs his fingers over it, like he's feeling Frank's skin for the first time. Gerard covers Frank's hand with his, pressing Frank's hand palm-down on the desk and then closing a hand around Frank's wrist. Not tight, but - there. Gerard lifts the knife to Frank's index finger, just the slightest touch, barely enough for Frank to feel. Frank inhales sharply and Gerard stops.
"This ok?"
"Yeah," Frank says. "Keep going."
Gerard does, bringing the knife over the back of Frank's hand, following the line of the bone. Gerard lets go of Frank's wrist and pushes his sleeve up. "It's like a maze," he says, as he brings the knife up Frank's forearm. He's pressing harder now, just enough to tug at the skin, just before a scratch, and Frank watches, mesmerized, as Gerard moves the blade in small, sure movements, following the path of blank skin in between all of Frank's ink. Gerard goes all the way up to Frank's elbow, zigzagging across Frank's forearm before he looks up at Frank, bottom lip between his teeth, eyes wide.
"We should probably stop," Frank says breathily. Gerard immediately sets down the knife and puts a hand on Frank's cheek. Frank closes his eyes and breathes deep.
"You all right, Frankie?"
"It's ok, I'm good," Frank says. "I'm just a little - too good," he says. He opens his eyes and sees Gerard's slightly flushed face. His eyes fall on Gerard's mouth and he licks his lips. The corners of Gerard's mouth tug into a smile.
"Too good?" Gerard says, close to Frank's ear and Frank shudders.
"Yeah, who knew," Frank says.
"Well, I know now," Gerard says, and then he leans in and kisses Frank, a gentle press of lips. It feels like a mixed message, or maybe it's a very clear one. "Here," Gerard says, and guiding Frank over to the couch, pulling the blanket over Frank's shoulders. "Just sit here for a few minutes and close your eyes."
Frank wants to say that he'd actually rather get up and go jerk off in the bathroom, but once he closes his eyes and lets the warmth of the blanket settle over him, he realizes that he's exhausted, and within minutes, he's asleep. (3,480 words)
(also at http://jjtaylor.dreamwidth.org/395130.html & http://jjtaylor.livejournal.com/401704.html )
author:jjtaylor  fandom:Bandom  relationship:friendship  smut:knifeplay  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:on.tour  tour:2011.Summer.Festivals  geography:Europe  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
kinetikatrue: A Little Less 'As you wish', A Little More 'I know'
REC: The one where Gerard wakes up under a table and tries to piece together what happened the night before. It's an absolutely charming story. They're such fabulously dorky nerds, both of them and Gerard going to cons, geeking out over Star Wars, and dressing up like Princess Leia is so perfectly in character for him. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: His reflection's right there, though, and Gerard stares at himself out of habit. His eyeliner isn't too smudged, but - he looks again. No, he isn't hallucinating - there's totally a string of hickeys on his neck, just peeking out of his collar.
What *had* he gotten up to the night before?
A little wandering nets him a side door that leads out to a parking lot. There isn't anywhere really to sit, but Gerard doesn't mind. He hikes up his tunic-robe, takes over a stretch of curb and empties the contents of his belt pouch out onto it; digging through the pouch just seems too complicated. That produces the expected things: his cellphone (dead) and flask (empty), keycard and badge, ID and a wad of cash, plus a notebook and a pen, - and, eventually, his cigarettes and lighter. But that's not all. [...] the photobooth pictures are pretty unprecedented. They're of Gerard and a dark-haired, tattooed guy. A dark-haired, tattooed *stranger*, even. Kissing. And Gerard's not exactly shy, but he's never particularly felt a need to document his hook-ups quite that concretely. He *likes* that hickeys and finger-bruises are ephemeral.
Of course, Gerard is in costume in the picture - and the dark-haired guy is wearing an open-collared, off-white shirt with a dark vest over it, so the kiss might not be about who they are but who they're dressed as. Even though Leia and Han never kissed while wearing that particular combination of costumes. And that's not even considering the hickeys. Or how Gerard and the guy practically fucking shine with happiness. That series of thoughts does jar loose what might be a fragment of memory, though. He can almost hear himself protesting, "Han Solo didn't have tattoos!" and some guy retorting, "Have *you* seen him naked? And, anyway, he should have!"
The words don't come with visuals, so Gerard can't say for sure whether the guy in the picture was the one defending the possibility of a tattooed Han. Or whether it's really a memory at all. Logic suggests that if it is, then the guy being involved is pretty likely, of course, but Gerard still can't be sure. Though, now that the thought's occurred to him, Gerard can't disagree. If Han Solo as written didn't have tattoos, he fucking well should have.
It's bright out, the sort of early that Gerard pretty much never sees from the having just woken up to it end of things - and he really fucking wishes his sunglasses weren't up in his room. But he's got his cigarettes, at least - and thoughts of a tattooed Han Solo, possibly even his own. He'll deal with being on the side of the light. (6,460 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/631232 )
author:kinetikatrue  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:crossdressing  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:amnesia  relationship:UST  setting:convention  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
annemaris: Magic Hours
REC: The one where they're ghost hunters that meet at a haunted house. This was such a sweet story. I loved that Gerard wanted to help both the owners of the houses and the ghosts, and I also really liked the way he and Frank could discuss things and solve their differences like grownups. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: The guy standing in front of him is short, belligerent, glaring at Gerard and definitely corporeal.
"What the fuck?" Gerard asks, weakly. His heart's still trying to beat its way out of his chest. He's honestly used to dealing with ghosts by now, but he always startles when they do their whole 'turning up out of nowhere to spook you to death' shtick. Also, this guy's not a *ghost*. So seriously, what the fuck.
"Who the fuck are you?" the guy asks, and Gerard splutters, because hey, this is *their* haunted house, so technically they're the ones who should be asking that.
The guy doesn't seem to agree, though, because he lifts his flashlight even higher and steps closer. "Well?" He looks tough, and his attitude reminds Gerard of all the assholes he had to deal with during high school, but the picture is ruined a bit by the glasses the dude's wearing. They make him look the slightest bit dorky.
Just as Gerard comes to that realization, though, the guy takes them off and puts them in his pocket. Now he just looks intimidating all around. Gerard almost takes a step back, but then thinks, 'fuck it'.
"I'm Gerard, and this is my brother Mikey," he says. "We're ghost hunters. Who the fuck are *you*?"
The guy narrows his eyes. "Frank Iero. *I'm* a ghost hunter." He lifts his EMF-meter and camera as if to prove it. Gerard just gapes. He can tell even Mikey's taken aback.
"You -" Gerard starts, then closes his mouth. Frank lifts his chin, challenging. "Wait, so you were the one making all that noise?" That, more than anything, seems a bit unprofessional to him.
Frank seems to deflate a bit at that, even though his expression doesn't really change. "That - No, it was my assistant. He Oh, what's the point now, Ray." He shouts the name, and Gerard winces, but it's true, they've made enough of a ruckus by now.
A guy with bushy hair rushes down the hallway a second later and comes to a stop next to Frank. "Fuck," he wheezes. "Are you - What?" He seems to just notice Gerard and Mikey standing there, and he throws them a quizzical look before turning back to Frank.
"We're out of here," Frank says, grimly. "We're not gonna find anything tonight, not with this noise. You read what the paper said, the ghosts here like quiet."
Gerard curses himself, because really, he should have figured that the newspaper article that they found would also attract others, but he'd been so focused on the task ahead it hadn't even passed his mind. (8,260 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338230 )
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  condition:injury  occupation:supernatural.investigator  relationship:UST  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
doctor_jasley: Measured in Bleakness
REC: A nice space AU in which Gerard and Brendon gets stranded in a scientific impossibility. The relationship development is very well paced and I loved the oldschool science fiction plot and setting. (2012-02-12) I love the old school science fiction feel to the setting and plot of this story. The bleakness of the place their stranded in and their efforts at escape are so vividly realised. (2013-11-19)
QUOTE: When they finally make it out, Gerard has to blink several times. The landscape in front of them is flat, for miles and miles. In all directions. The only thing breaking up the monotony, is the massive quantities of debris, and warped metal, that peppers the flatness in massive puddles of broken ship parts and random bits of shattered-apart satellites.
It looks like a graveyard for space junk. Brendon breaks away from Gerard to circle the wreckage while Gerard stares.
"Whatever happened, it ripped a chuck out of the ship... or several."
Brendon's voice carries in the emptiness, but it sounds dead, listless, out here in the open. Gerard could have sworn that he had heard inflection in Brendon's voice while they were still trapped inside the ship. He takes one last look at the endless horizon line before shrugging and turning to find Brendon. His arm smarts from the motion. Gerard does his best not to pay attention to the pain.
He's alive. That's better than any other alternative. He can't see Mikey, or his parents, again if he's dead.
"Fuck, Gerard, I need your help. I can't open this shaft door alone. The locking system is dead so we have to break into it manually. I can't do it by myself with broken fingers, fuck."
The air around them is still and devoid of warmth. It's also absent of any chill. Gerard's idly thinking about the science fiction shows he and Mikey watched as teenagers while Brendon walks him through opening the shaft door when the door finally lurches forward, swinging open.
A body falls out, broken and very much dead, and lands at their feet. Brendon drops to his knees and Gerard fights not to throw up his breakfast from earlier. They take a minute to calm down before climbing up into the passageway.
Searching the fragment of the ship, doesn't turn up any survivors. Only more dead people. Apparently, they're the only two left alive, but it's a curious thing.
Most of the ship is nowhere to be found. There's just pieces of it wrecked, twisted up bodies littered amongst the debris, but the majority of the passengers, crew, and ship, just aren't here.
Gerard doesn't know what to make of it.
Eventually, they settle down next to the gutted-out ruins of an old deep-space telescope. Gerard passes out a rationed amount of the food and water they found while looking for survivors. Brendon sits next to him and doesn't touch his rations. (7,890 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339238 & http://doctor-jasley.dreamwidth.org/75469.html )
author:doctor_jasley  fandom:Bandom  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  condition:injury  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:mechanic  smut:blowjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Brendon/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
shiningartifact: Nerd Perfect
REC: Frank wants to make sure their day off will make Gerard happy. The one where Frank and Gerard watch a lot of movies and have a lot of orgasms. It's an absolutely *brilliant* story. Total perfection! It's funny and sweet and warm and dorky and full of love and scorchingly hot sex. I love the way they're both written - Frank's feelings for Gerard and how hard he works to make their day off something that will make Gerard happy, Gerard and his unashamed nerdiness and the dicotomy of the way he behaves onstage and in private - and the way they are together - the banter and silliness and constant underlaying love and the ever-present simmer of sexuality. Probably my favourite no_tags story this year. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: Frank laughs a little and slides his fingers out of Gerard's mouth. He smears saliva across Gerard's face, makes him look even more debauched than he already does with his face all flushed, damp hair clinging to his forehead. Gerard gives him that same little smile and presses his face into Frank's shoulder for a second before rocking back on his heels and standing up slowly. He reaches down to help Frank up.
"God, I needed that." Gerard's voice is raw and wrecked. "Haven't blown you since, um -" He looks at the ceiling, running his thumb across his bottom lip and then sticking it in his mouth to gnaw on the nail.
Frank pulls Gerard's hand out of his mouth. "It was on the plane back from Copenhagen, remember?"
"Oh, shit, right." Gerard giggles. "Fucking airplane bathroom gymnastics." He starts to bite the thumbnail of his other hand and then proceeds to talk around the finger. "You came so hard I couldn't swallow it all." The corner of his mouth quirks up in a soft smile. "It was messy."
"I remember." Frank grins, easy and open, and they both do up their pants. Frank tugs his shirt down and does the same to Gerard's. He leans in close and says, "Hey, so. I want to take you on a date."
Gerard looks startled. "Aren't you supposed to do that shit *before* you start fucking?" He sounds pleased, though.
"That's the point. I want to take you somewhere awesome, just us. You need a break. Fuck, we all do." And that was maybe the wrong thing to say, because Gerard's face falls and he looks off to the other side of the stage. Frank curses under his breath and mumbles, "Shit, sorry."
"No, it's cool," Gerard says, slipping his hand into his hair and pulling a little. "I just miss him, you know?"
"Yeah," Frank sighs. "I know. Me too."
"But like," Gerard stops for a second and drops his hand. "I've never played shows without him before. It's fucking weird. And -"
Gerard trails off, and Frank says, "Of course, dude. He's your brother. It fucking sucks, and I get that, and we have a day off tomorrow, thank fuck." He softens his voice. "And I'm going to take you somewhere awesome."
Gerard smiles and then his eyes go a little wicked and he says, "We could just stay in the hotel room all day." His cheeks flush again, and Frank's heart actually seems to skip a beat. Gerard was choking on his dick not five minutes ago and now he's blushing like a fucking schoolgirl. Fuck, he's so gone for this dude.
Frank slides his hand down Gerard's back and grabs his ass, pulling Gerard close. "God, you feel fucking good," he whispers, and his voice goes all low like it's a come-on. "That's a solid fucking backup plan." (9,750 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339192 & http://shiningartifact.dreamwidth.org/43921.html & http://shiningartifact.livejournal.com/48333.html )
author:shiningartifact  fandom:Bandom  concept:film  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:public.sex  setting:on.tour  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  setting:cinema/theater  fic:genre:fluff  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
alpheratz: Ready For You
REC: This time it's Gerard's turn. A wonderful Waycest story, so intense and hot. I love the way Mikey tries so hard to keep cool and take care of Gerard. I also really liked the sense of shared history. That this has been with them a long time and that what happened this time is maybe just a natural development of this thing between them. (3,560 words)
QUOTE: He leads Gerard into the room and shuts the door behind them.
Gerard's wrists are pulsing hot and fast under Mikey's fingers, and his pupils are blown. "Mikey, Mikey," he says, "Mikey, I need to..." and steps closer, plasters himself against Mikey's body, and presses his face into Mikey's neck. This close, Mikey can feel how hard Gerard is, how he's shaking. He thinks he can feel it inside, too, a shockingly clear memory of desperately arching up against Gerard himself, months ago, and how Gerard had touched his waist and cradled the back of his skull, keeping him steady.
Gerard slides his dry lips over the side of Mikey's neck, rubs them against the tendon there, kisses gently, and then bites down hard.
"Oh fuck, Gerard, Jesus," Mikey chokes out. "Give me some fucking warning next time?"
Gerard makes a little guilty noise and lets go, bites down more gently on the spot radiating pain through Mikey's entire *neck*, *goddammit*, and drags his teeth upwards, scraping the skin but not too badly. Okay, Mikey can work with that.
"Yeah, come on, let's just get on the bed," says Mikey, walking backwards and pulling Gerard with him, trying to crane his neck to see where the bed is, so he doesn't trip and make both of them fall. Gerard isn't very good at this part, at getting them alone when Mikey needs it, but Mikey is, and he won't let Gerard get hurt if he can help it.
He crab-walks up the bed, coaxing Gerard along, and settles against the pillows, spreading his legs, so Gerard can crawl between them and lean with his back against Mikey's chest. "Do you just want to beat off like last time? That worked okay, right?"
Gerard hisses and presses a hand against his crotch. "Uhh. Yeah. Yeah. But last time, when it was you, you -" He tilts his head back, lets it fall onto Mikey's shoulder, jostling the bruise blooming there, looks into Mikey's eyes. His face is upside down, and there's spit on his lips and smeared to one side of his red mouth, and his hair's half-plastered to his forehead, half-sticking up. He looks stupid and gorgeous, and he's Mikey's brother, and Mikey pushes down the surge of want like always. Mikey hates that this happens to them, but they'd been over this. It's okay. They deal.
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338130 )
author:alpheratz  fandom:Bandom  concept:fuck.or.die  condition:in.heat  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:sex.toys  smut:masturbation  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  tour:2012.Big.Day.Out  geography:Australia  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  smut:rimming  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Take Back the Life You Stole (Sharpest Lives 'verse 12)
REC: Poison won't let Gerard fuck him. Another wonderful story from the Sharpest Lives universe, with the usual excellent characterisations. The comments about their relationship from the rest of the Killjoys in the parenthesis are so funny and the sex is scorchingly hot. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: He doesn't let himself care about anyone outside of his crew and while he has some really goodtimes with Gerard, that's all it is. Maybe he hooks up with Gerard more than his previous casuals, but so what? Doesn't mean anything other than Gerard's good with his hands and his mouth. (Gerard has this *thing*, where he licks his palm, making it wet and slick, before wrapping it around Poison's cock and - yeah, Poison likes that.)
("Dunno, Poison. You see him move on stage?" Ghoul thrust his hips in a crude parody of sex and leered at Poison. "He could probably fuck you through the floor." Poison tackled Ghoul and sat on him, tickling him until Ghoul cried uncle through his giggles.)
Gerard's really different than anyone else Poison has met. Poison likes him, not just for the things they do to each other in filthy bathroom stalls, but for his heart. Gerard wants the world to be a better place for everyone: Zonerunners, motorbabies, Dracs and the good little citizens of Bat City.
Poison doesn't think it'll ever happen, not while BL/ind is still around. Gerard's vision of what the world should be helps Poison remember what the Killjoys are fighting for. Why they're risking their lives. Make some noise, motorbaby.
And he's not so sure about the details, but the big picture? Yeah, he can get behind that. Glitter and kittens for everybody. ("Kitttens?" Ghoul just giggles and giggles.)
Poison does things that he wouldn't normally do, because of Gerard. Like kiss. Kissing isn't something he does lightly. Kissing has *consequences*, like getting your heart broken or catching a disease.
Gerard kisses as if it's the most important thing in the universe, focusing every fiber of his being on the kiss. It's intense and addictive. It makes Poison shiver and thread his fingers through Gerard's sweaty hair to hold him still while he drinks from Gerard's mouth. ("More," he pants against Gerard's lips. "More.") (1,480 words)
(also at http://no-tags.livejournal.com/67674.html )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:band.with.a.twist  occupation:rebel  occupation:musician  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:finger.fucking  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Party.Poison  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  smut:rimming  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Twenty Percent Down
REC: The one where Frank convinces Gerard that they should buy a house. A delightful romp full of fluffy, happy fun, with a nice helping of really hot sex. I loved Frank's voice. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: "Why is she here?" Gerard asks out of the side of his mouth as he awkwardly stands in a closet.
"You need a realtor to get to see these places," Frank says reasonably, and gets into the closet with Gerard. It's really huge in here. Like, probably bigger than his first bedroom, and the shelves go about three feet over his head. He'd need a *stepladder* to get to his stuff. "She's got six places lined up to show us today."
The two of them stand there silently for a moment, gazing up at the shelves. "Do you like it?" Frank asks.
"It's a closet," Gerard shrugs.
"Not just the closet, the *house*."
"I don't know," Gerard hedges. "This is weird. It's like playing a video game. Like, 'what would you do if you could create a house.' It doesn't seem real."
"It's real." Frank had met with the bank and they're pre-qualified for a decent mortgage. A *really* decent mortgage. They don't care about Gerard's credit - he's been fine for years now, and for the older stuff they just wanted a couple of letters explaining what the issue had been, and how it's changed now. The big thing was the down payment and the words 'twenty percent down' went a long way, apparently. They're not married, but they're co-signers on the mortgage, and the realtor lady doesn't seem to be blinking an eye at the two of them spending kind of a long time in the closet.
Gerard looks at him with worried eyes. "No one's gonna let us buy a *house*, Frankie."
"They are." Frank loops his arms around Gerard's waist and looks at him. It feels - really fucking weirdly domestic. "I promise. I have the pre-qualification paperwork right here in my pocket."
"I don't even know exactly what that *means*," Gerard frets.
"It means it's fine." Frank kisses him. "It means we get to buy a house. I promise."
"I don't know." Gerard drags his feet as Frank tugs him out of the closet. "What if -" He bites his lip. "I mean, how do you know -"
"*There* you boys are!" Sheila, the realtor, exclaims, rounding the corner into the bedroom as they emerge from the closet. "Have you seen the studio space?" (7,510 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339108 & http://brooklinegirl.livejournal.com/847220.html )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:house.hunting  activity:moving  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:on.break  time:the.hiatus  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
allyndra: Working Title
REC: The one where Frank and Gerard are actors in Hollywood. This was lots of fun. I loved the comparisons between what would have happened in their respective films and what really happened. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: If it had been a movie, there would have been gobs of unresolved sexual tension and will-they-or-won't-they until finally one of them broke down and admitted his feelings. Possibly in the rain.
(That is, if it had been one of Frank's movies. If it had been one of Gerard's, they would have had adrenaline-fueled sex while crammed into a tiny space, hiding from alien bounty hunters. Gerard wasn't sure which of those scenarios was more romantic.)
The way it actually happened was, they started talking at that first table read and never really stopped. Frank was easliy the most hilarious, inappropriate, rad guy Gerard had ever worked with. And he was openly jealous of Gerard's career. Gerard knew, because about two minutes after the table-read ended, Frank leaned back in his chair and said, "I'm so fucking jealous of your career, man."
Which Gerard could understand, because he had lucked into a whole series of awesome monster movies and only slightly lame scifi movies, while Frank had been doing fluffball romantic comedies pretty much forever. Their current film, which was a spy thriller, was totally breaking the mold for Frank, and even then, he was playing the cute and non-threatening tech guy.
[...] He looked around at the rapidly emptying room and said, "Hey, do you wanna go get a coffee?" When Gerard bit his lip and nodded, Frank added, "I should clarify, by 'Get a coffee,' I mean 'Go back to my place and make out.'"
Gerard practically choked on a laugh. "Yeah," he said. "That actually sounds awesome."
They wound up getting coffee *and* making out, which is how Gerard knew it was gonna be love. (1,880 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/345957 )
author:allyndra  fandom:Bandom  activity:film.making  activity:coming.out  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:actor  relationship:UST  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:omni  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough

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!!FAVOURITE.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  +length:medium.10k-20k  +length:short.1k-5k  activity:bartering  activity:coming.out  activity:crossdressing  activity:drinking  activity:film.making  activity:house.hunting  activity:kidnapping  activity:moving  activity:performing  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  activity:salvage  author:akamine_chan  author:allyndra  author:alpheratz  author:annemaris  author:brooklinegirl  author:delphinapterus  author:desfinado  author:doctor_jasley  author:eldee  author:gala_apples  author:jjtaylor  author:kinetikatrue  author:mrsronweasley  author:shiningartifact  author:snarkydame  author:solarbaby614  author:theopteryx  author:tuesdaysgone  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Midtown  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  beings:animals.dogs  beings:aristocrats  beings:faeries  beings:ghosts  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:teenagers  challenge:2012.No.Tags  concept:apocalypse  concept:art  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:brainwashing  concept:dystopia  concept:esp:precog  concept:film  concept:fuck.or.die  concept:homophobia  concept:in.space!  concept:literature  concept:magic  concept:medication  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  concept:supernatural  condition:amnesia  condition:illness  condition:in.heat  condition:injury  condition:insomnia  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:magical.realism  fic:genre:PWP  geography:Australia  geography:Europe  geography:myth:Fairy.Land  geography:UK:Scotland  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.Jersey  location:Way.basement  occupation:actor  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:driver  occupation:exterminator  occupation:manager  occupation:mechanic  occupation:musician  occupation:rebel  occupation:ruler  occupation:student.college  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:supernatural.investigator  occupation:teacher  occupation:writer  pairing:Bob/Brian(primary)  pairing:Brendon/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Pete(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pairing:Jet.Star/Kobra.Kid(primary)  posted:2012-02  pov:Bob  pov:Frank  pov:Gabe  pov:Gerard  pov:Jet.Star  pov:Mikey  pov:omni  pov:Party.Poison  pov:Pete  pov:Ray  recced:2012-02  recced:2012-03  relationship:brothers  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  setting:bar/club  setting:caves  setting:cinema/theater  setting:convention  setting:desert  setting:high.school  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  setting:other.world  setting:plane  setting:spaceship/spacestation  smut:blowjob  smut:bunk.sex  smut:finger.fucking  smut:fucking  smut:hairpulling  smut:handjob  smut:knifeplay  smut:masturbation  smut:public.sex  smut:rimming  smut:sex.toys  things:Gerard's.yellow.hair  things:memories  things:motorbike  things:storm  things:tattoos  things:wings  time:the.hiatus  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  tour:2011.Summer.Festivals  tour:2011.World.Contamination  tour:2012.Big.Day.Out  universe:Danger.Days  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse 

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