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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Looking for Satellites
REC: Alien trader Gerard has business on space station Perseus Four. Getting to know station administrator Grant is a nice bonus. I haven't been in the mood to read longer stories in quite some time and though I have a very soft spot for space AUs it's been on my to-read list for quite some time. I finally got round to reading it this week and I'm glad I did. It's a very nice story. The space station culture is quite intriguing and so is Gerard's species. And I really liked the way the telepathy sex was written - very intimate and overwhelming. (2014-06-29)
QUOTE: He stepped into the embassy gardens and took a deep breath. The nice thing about living on a space station was that there were always fragrant flowers from around the galaxy blooming. He made his way to his favorite secluded bench and saw someone sitting there already.
It took a moment because the shaggy hair and clothing were different, but he recognized the Oraculan trader, Gerard Way.
"The headache wasn't on purpose, I promise," Gerard said without waiting for a formal greeting. Grant raised an eyebrow. Gerard looked befuddled. "I was actually shielding. You said that, and I noticed Ambassador Beneti wasn't there, so I stopped."
"And my headache went away," Grant finished.
"And I got one," Gerard said with a grimace.
"So you've come to assure me that you've paid the telepathic price?" Grant asked, studying him with interest.
"No. I was curious as to why, actually. Do you have this problem with Ambassador Beneti?"
"Not that I've noticed," Grant answered.
"Hmm," Gerard said.
"Well, I suppose that's probably not much of an indicator. If he's been using anything other than his own will and skill to block all the voices, he probably wouldn't have an effect on you anyway."
"What are you saying?" Grant asked slowly. "That I'm -"
"Well, telepathically sensitive, of course," Gerard replied. "I can tell; didn't you know?"
"I can't say that I did. My primary exposure to your people had been Beneti, the woman who I use as a tailor, and another who was... decidedly not shielded. I was mostly telling a joke at the expense of your conspicuously absent ambassador," Grant replied. "Your little experiment with shields, your headache... Suddenly dropping shields in a packed room would do that, wouldn't it?"
"You're trying to convince me I'm making it up," Gerard replied. It was not a question.
"Consider it skepticism and a request for more evidence," Grant said.
"If I had more evidence, I'd give it to you. It was just an idle observation." He said it perfectly calmly, but Grant wasn't sure.
"Unlike you, I have no way to know if you're lying to me."
"Maybe you do," Gerard replied obstinately. "Telepathic talent is so often written off as something else - charisma, instinct." He stopped talking and cocked his head to the side. "I do want to hear about that other Oraculan you've known."
Grant laughed. "That story is such a cliche, I rarely tell it. I was newly traveling the galaxy from Earth and met an Oraculan on my first space station stop."
Gerard's lips twitched. "And? Actually, let's do a test. I'll put up my shields and you can tell the story with a few key details missing, that no one could guess. And then with your permission, I'll touch your hand and fill in what you left out."
"Don't you think that's a bit unnecessary?" Grant didn't have the time to spend his precious free time doing parlor tricks with an Oraculan. Even a pretty one.
"I... probably," Gerard admitted. "I just find the fact that you had a headache when I was shielding and not the other way around fascinating." That confession went further toward convincing Grant that Gerard was telling the truth than anything else.
"It could be a stress headache," Grant pointed out.
"Let's just do this one experiment, please," Gerard replied. (25,850 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  activity:bartering  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:aliens  beings:aristocrats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:sobriety  occupation:ambassador  occupation:trader  relationship:poly  smut:het.sex  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-06 
july 2014 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Encore
REC: Gerard and Grant after the talk at the Graphics Festival. Takes place in the same universe as their delightful little ficlet from Morrisoncon, ''Cause I'm on Top of the World'. Warm and happymaking, and really, really hot. (2013-10-13)
QUOTE: The last kid walks out of the Opera House, looking really fucking tired but beaming. Gerard feels pretty much the same. The signing table is littered with empty cups and cans and little gifts from the kids. The security people look as sleepy-eyed as everyone else. Kristan retreated to an out-of-the-way seat with her phone about an hour ago.
Gerard looks at Grant, who's looking back at him with a smile on his face. "I wish we could do things like this together more often," Grant murmurs.
"What, hang out and bullshit? Pretty sure we do," Gerard laughs.
Grant rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean, you little fucker." He grips Gerard's hand under the table.
"Do I?" Gerard's just pushing buttons now, but it's just so fun.
They help each other up from the table and Kristan looks up from her phone. Gerard goes over to give her a hand up too. She smiles broadly at him and gives him a hug. "The two of you were wonderful, as always."
"It was fun," Gerard says. "I can't believe you're still here, though."
"Barely," she laughs. "But you two would surely wander off a pier if I wasn't."
Gerard laughs. "You're probably right."
"No faith," Grant says, coming up to drape an arm around Kristan's shoulders and kissing her cheek. (3,010 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:polyamory  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  setting:convention  time:post-band  con:2013.Graphics.Festival  geography:Australia  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Grant.Morrison/Kristan.Morrison(secondary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-10 
october 2013 by turlough
alpheratz: Come Back To the Place You Are
REC: Ray didn't lose touch with Gerard on purpose. A sweet and achey and ultimately hopefull little story about new beginnings. (2013-09-29)
QUOTE: Gerard was busy. They all were. It was normal to - not *lose* touch, but misplace it, maybe. Shove it into the glove compartment of life under half a dozen expired insurance cards. You knew it was still there - you'd just have to rummage around when you needed it.
All of this made perfect sense to Ray, so when he emerges from his studio, ravenous, for his afternoon snack of coffee and Skittles, it does not make sense that Gerard is sitting on the floor holding the baby. The baby is holding what looks like Gerard's phone, half in his chubby little hands and half in his mouth.
Gerard grins at Ray, huge and sunny. "Hey, Toro. Nice baby you got there. Aren't you, baby Toro?"
Ray helplessly looks around for Christa. She walks out of the kitchen holding a can of Diet Coke. He raises his eyebrows at her as calmly as he can.
"Gerard dropped by," Christa says, like that explains anything, and drops the Coke into Gerard's lap.
Gerard catches it before it can do any damage to sensitive parts and directs his toothy grin at Christa. "Thanks."
Christa ruffles Gerard's hair and leans down to kiss the baby's head. "Have fun, you two. Pringles, be good. I'm off."
When Christa leaves, Ray sighs and puts his hands on his hips. "What are you doing here?"
Gerard raises an eyebrow and Ray flushes. "I mean, I haven't heard from you in ages." (1,440 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/17311.html )
author:alpheratz  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:breakup  relationship:poly  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Ray/Christa(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
october 2013 by turlough
snarkydame: Frank Iero, AI
REC: The post apocalypse cyberpunk crime noir story where Frank is an private detective and an AI. This is an amazing story. The worldbuilding is wonderfully vivid and intricate and the characters feel really true both to themselves and the setting. And the writing is gorgeous. Definitely my favourite story in this round. (2013-09-29) This is an amazing story. The worldbuilding is fantastically vivid and intricate and the characters feel very true, both to themselves and the setting. And the writing is gorgeous. (2013-10-30) I love and adore the worldbuilding in this story. The idea of uploading millions of people to an already enormous virtual reality in an effort to save them from the apocalypse is both fantastic and thoughtprovoking and the result is a world I would love to hear more about. For all the immediacy and richness of this story, it's still just scratching a tiny bit at the surface of this incredibly vivid and intricate world. (2013-11-19)
QUOTE: He turned around, finally. "I've heard of you," he said.
"Everyone's heard of me." I was fucking famous.
"I need your help."
"Stands to reason." No one sought me out to chat about the weather.
"I need to find some people," he said, hooking his hands in his coat pockets. "I've been looking since the Crash."
"You and half the world," I said, and meant it. Most of the new additions hadn't been conscious when they'd been connected - no choice of landing, no Guides. HELENA was a big, big place to wake up in.
"I've heard you can help me."
"Depends. Can you afford me?"
"Depends," he said, smiling that same lopsided smile. "What are you charging this week?"
"Hmmm." Charging coin was pointless - all I had to do was rewrite some code. Pull it out of the damn ether. Bartering was more for fun than anything else.
"Who am I looking for?"
"A ninja," he said, "and a bird. At least, that's the latest description I have of him."
Well. He *had* been in some interesting Sectors.
I rubbed a finger through the dust I'd allowed to settle on my desk. It's all about atmosphere, this detective business. I was particularly proud of the shadows cast by the slowly spinning ceiling fan.
"For a ninja, and what may or may not be a bird? I'll need a save crystal, Blue Grade. And a Trans-Sector warp key." Couldn't spin those out of raw code. Too unstable without without authorization. Which meant they were rare, and getting rarer.
Theory was, there wasn't anyone left on the outside to authorize new ones.
He held out a hand. After a moment, in which I tried and failed to remember anyone who knew who I was offering to touch me voluntarily, I took it.
"I'm Gerard," he said. "I'll take those terms." (3,600 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1051533 )
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:cyberpunk  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:rescue  activity:hacking  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:artificial.intelligence  concept:virtual.reality  concept:apocalypse  concept:violence  concept:quest  occupation:police/detective  occupation:adventurer  occupation:hacker/programmer  relationship:UST  setting:virtual.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
october 2013 by turlough
Aria: No Second Coming
REC: The one where they remember and Will corrects mistakes. This is an absolutely wonderful story. I love the way they're all written as adults and the way the writer uses myth and legend to weave a story that feels like an organic continuation of the books. And the atmosphere and mood is just perfect. It's the story I've unconsciously been waiting for ever since I first read the books almost thirty years ago. (2013-07-10)
QUOTE: Will did not say 'How are you'; Will did not ask foolish questions. Bran said "Hello" and Will said, "Barney Drew left me to look after his dog for the week. Lovely fellow, spaniel by the name of Ector. Did you find the puppies good homes?"
"Every last one," Bran said, smiling into the phone. "Where's Barney, then?"
"Went to Cornwall with Jane," Will said. "Her students are off for the week. Easter hols."
"Poor Jenny," said Bran. "Doomed to school forever."
"Poor Bran," Will said gently. "Doomed to Clwyd forever."
"That's my own choice -" Bran started in indignation. "Now none of your tricks, English. I like it here. If you've gone worrying I'm becoming a hermit, visit me." He heard Will's beginning protest, and added, swift as thought, "I can't leave my animals any more than you can leave yours. You want me to have company, convince Barney to come out here and paint Cader Idris. That should be just as authentic as those Cornish villages. More. Tell him Wales is the real thing, boyo, if he wants good illustrations for those Arthurian books he should come visit."
He stopped, feeling winded, not physically but in his soul. With only Rowlands and the other taciturn tenant shepherds for company, or the Evanses now and again if they ran into him with a message, he sometimes forgot how many unspoken words he kept bottled up. Bran Davies the cork, Will Stanton the corkscrew.
"I'll tell him," Will said, laughing. "Word for word." And in his easy way he was speaking again, of the sheepdog he'd treated the week before, of his growing fondness for cats, of his brother Max's instant and somewhat alarming friendly rivalry with Barney upon their introduction, of Simon's upcoming wedding. There was nowhere in all the harmless talk that Will's voice so much as hinted Bran should leave Clwyd and come to London, but all the same Bran was left with the powerful feeling that Will Stanton was worried for him, and missed him dearly.
"If Simon ever actually announces his wedding day," Bran said, with a little difficulty, "I'll give my dogs to Rowlands for the week and come for it. If I'm invited, mind."
Through hundreds of miles he could feel Will relaxing. "June, Elaine said. You'll have your invitation." (16,870 words)
author:aria  fandom:Dark.Is.Rising  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  beings:animals.dogs  concept:magic  things:memories  things:dreams  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:marriage  geography:UK:Wales  geography:UK:England  pairing:Bran.Davies/Will.Stanton(primary)  pairing:Simon.Drew/OFC(primary)  pov:Will.Stanton  pov:Bran.Davies  pov:Jane.Drew  pov:Barney.Drew  pov:Simon.Drew  challenge:2010.Yuletide  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-12  recced:2013-07  time:future  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:book 
august 2013 by turlough
Ione: The Conscience of the Queen
REC: When the new Lady Peter begins receiving threatening notes, she decides to solve this mystery on her own. A lovely written story with a great Harriet characterisation and an atmosphere and plot that fits it perfectly into the Wimsey universe. (2013-07-08)
QUOTE: Peter bent and kissed her. "It is time to dress for dinner - though our guests are only Mary and Charles. They probably would not mind if you sat down in a raincoat and pyjamas."
"Except Mary would want to go home and fetch her raincoat and pyjamas," she retorted, kissing him back. "Even marriage to the Yard will not cure her from being socially correct." She held his head in her hands, her gaze searching his, and then kissed him again, and he felt a wordless question, though he could not frame an answer. Except, perhaps, through his kiss.
It seemed to suffice. She smiled as she let him go, and he said, "Feeling more the thing today? Or two things, should I say?"
She laughed a little at the sally. "I thought I had better get back to my book." She patted the neat piles at her side: original and carbon copy. "It's cruel to leave my chief witness stuck for weeks on that muddy road with that spy concealed in the boot."
"How cruel you authors are," he observed, regarding the discarded carbons. "I should not like to fall into one's toils. Except yours. You may put me in your book, if you like. You may do anything you wish with me - how is that for reckless abandon? - so long as I may be a trifle taller, and oh, twenty years younger. You might also shorten my parrot's beak if you would be so good." He tapped his nose significantly.
"But then you would be so much less interesting. The world is full of tall men with short noses and all the callowness of twenty-five. If I do all that, in order to keep you interesting I very much fear I shall have to make you the villain."
"Better a villain than the hapless subject of Phaedrus's fox."
"Phaedrus's fox?" she asked, as he plucked up the top sheet of her carbon paper, and held it to the light.
He lowered the paper. "'Personam tragicam forte vulpes viderat. O quanta species,' inquit, 'cerebrum non habet!' Dear Harriet. I encourage you to be profligate with these carbon papers." He ran a long finger over the pale stripes where the blue ink had been typed away. "This one is so used the copies must be faint as invisible ink. And you know that just invites the imps of mischief to lose your originals." (13,010 words)
author:ione  fandom:Lord.Peter.Wimsey  fic:category:het  fic:genre:character.study  beings:aristocrats  things:anonymous.letters  occupation:writer  relationship:established  setting:mansion/palace  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:UK:London  pov:Harriet.Vane  challenge:2009.Yuletide  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2009-12  recced:2013-07  time:future  fic:source:book  pairing:Harriet.Vane/Lord.Peter.Wimsey(primary) 
august 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: 'Cause I'm on Top of the World
REC: Sweaty hugs and happiness and love at Morrisoncon. Completely delightful! (2012-10-07)
QUOTE: When they both get back into the VIP room after their performance, Grant looks over at Gerard. "That went well, yeah? Didn't fuck up too much, did I?"
Gerard laughs. He's sweaty and already grinning. "You never fuck up."
"There was definitely a flubbed line or two," Grant replies. He can't help grinning back, though. He never can with Gerard.
"Shut up," Gerard says, leaning in and hugging him. It's a tight hug, the leather of his jacket slick and soft under Grant's fingers, his hair definitely damp against Grant's cheek. Grant wants to hold on forever, but there are plenty of other people who want to talk to them. He pulls back far enough to do that but keeps his arm around Gerard. Akira snaps their picture.
He's glad when Gerard sticks close. The con so far feels like a family reunion - Darick wandering around talking to the ladies, James tearing it up out on the dance floor, and that's just a few - but Gerard had been the first person he'd thought of when they asked him who he wanted to have as guests. Always one of the first people on his mind. (632 words)
(also at http://annemari.dreamwidth.org/318668.html?thread=5663180#cmt5663180 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  fic:genre:fluff  beings:Grant.Morrison  relationship:established  relationship:poly  setting:bar/club  con:2012.Morrisoncon  geography:US:Las.Vegas  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2012.Bandom.Hug.Fest  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-10  recced:2012-10  fic:genre:crossover  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Grant.Morrison/Kristan.Morrison(secondary) 
october 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: All the Smiles That Are Ever Gonna Haunt Me
REC: Five times Ray's smile was magical. Reading this made me so happy. Ray really has the *best* smile! (2012-07-22)
QUOTE: When they stumble off stage, a little drunk and high on adrenaline, Ray has the biggest smile Gerard has ever seen on his face. It's so bright and wide and it's making Ray's eyes crinkle in the corners and Gee can't help but smile back.
It's Ray's smile that makes him believe.
For the first time since they started down this crazy fucking road, Gee *believes* they're going to make it. He can feel it in his bones.
He pulls them all into a group hug, Mikey, Ray and Otter, and they're all shaking and sweaty, swaying and giddy with relief that they didn't get booed off stage.
Frank comes barrelling backstage, yelling "You guys fucking rocked it!" before throwing himself bodily at the group and almost knocking them down to the sticky floor. "Told you, motherfuckers," he crows triuphantly.
Ray's still smiling and something clicks into place in Gee's head. Suddenly, his legs feel rubbery and he feels dizzy; he drops into a rickety chair and put his head between his knees before he passes out.
This is it. They're really going to do this. (1,360 words)
(also at http://akamine-chan.dreamwidth.org/272095.html?thread=3273951#cmt3273951 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  time:early.days  tour:2005.Warped  tour:2011.World.Contamination  setting:bar/club  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Patrick  pov:Mikey  pov:Ray  pov:Christa  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-07  recced:2012-07  pairing:Ray/Christa(secondary)  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:fluff 
july 2012 by turlough
mistresscurvy: Imitate the Sun
REC: Gerard is King Arthur and Frank is the minstrel that's just arrived at court. A 'Merlin' AU. I've never watched the tv show but this was such a sweet take on the King Arthur mythos. I really like the way Gerard is written. I didn't think it would be possible to write him as a warrior king but it really works in this story. And his and Frank's relationship is totally adorable and happymaking. (2012-07-15)
QUOTE: The Great Hall was prepared with a massive feast for the evening, turkeys and boar and venison and other wild game presented along with the roast chickens and pig and beef. It would be the last such meal before the winter solstice celebration, and the castle's cooks were busy making it special. The tapestries had been freshly cleaned and everyone was in their finest wear, the best they could produce for such an evening. Gerard himself was on display for the first time since his coronation; he was the center of the festivities, and the main focus of all.
The crowd was comprised of his people, he knew. Those who knew him from before loved him and would follow him gladly. Those who didn't were satisfied to wait and see what sort of man, what sort of king he would be without judging him based on his father. They were waiting for him to lead them.
But he needed to know what he was leading them towards.
Between the third and fourth courses, Ray leaned in from his seat at Gerard's left hand, as easy in his presence as he ever was on the battlefields. He topped off Gerard's goblet of wine, then his own. "So where is this new troubadour Mikey was telling me about?"
Gerard finished a bite of the pheasant and washed it down with a large gulp. "I haven't seen him yet, but we should have a bit of entertainment and storytelling set to music. I believe he'll be here any moment."
At that the large oak doors at the far end of the hall opened, and a small man in a gorgeous deep green cloak and tunic walked through, holding a lute. He looked confident making his way through the crowd, deftly avoiding the serving girls and taking no notice of the growing attention on him as he moved towards the raised dais at which Gerard sat. He stopped about ten feet in front of Gerard, bowing deeply.
"Good evening," he said, voice ringing out through the hall. "I am here to offer you all a tale of courage, of honor, and most of all, of great daring." And with no more introduction than that, he launched into song.
Gerard couldn't take his eyes off him.
There was something about this man that went beyond the music and story, although both were excellent, or the way he closed his eyes for a second before they snapped back open, focusing on each person at the head table in turn. Gerard wasn't used to many visitors to his court holding his gaze, but the troubadour stared at him steadily while singing of a knight who defeated foes much greater and stronger than he through sheer force of will, and it was Gerard who broke first. He looked down at his table and swallowed hard, his heart pounding, and when he took a drink his hand shook as he lifted the cup to his mouth.
A hush fell over the Great Hall over the course of the performance, the troubadour's command of the room complete, and when he finished all was still for a moment before the applause began, a breath full of possibility and wonder. Gerard banged his cup on the table in appreciation, Ray joining in beside him, before he stood up to address the man.
"You have done your craft proud tonight. The whole hall shall raise a glass to toast you now," he said, lifting his cup as his subjects followed suit. "For such a display I invite you to dine with us. Set a new plate."
The troubadour bowed low in response. "It would truly be an honor, Your Majesty."
He was escorted to the end of the high table; Gerard craned his neck to watch him for as long as he could, despite how ridiculous such a posture must look. (51,170 words)
author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Merlin  activity:cuddling  activity:killing/murder  activity:performing  beings:animals.dogs  beings:aristocrats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  concept:music  concept:politics  concept:violence  concept:war  condition:illness  condition:injury  things:dreams  things:memories  occupation:ruler  occupation:musician  occupation:wizard/witch  occupation:military  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:marriage  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:mansion/palace  geography:myth:Camelot  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-07  recced:2012-07  occupation:politician  pairing:Ray/Christa(secondary)  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fusion  fic:source:tv.show  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Lindsey/Jamia(secondary) 
july 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Momentum Keeps Us Going, Gravity Makes Us Strong
REC: The one where Gerard is a frankenstein that needs an igor to keep him in check and prevent him from overrunning the world with his crazy (and adorable) inventions. This was such a wonderful story. Sweet and heartwarming and hilariously funny, and with fascinating worldbuilding. The idea of frankensteins and igors was so cool and fitted so well to the characters and story. Gerard was perfect as a frankenstein. His inventions was ridiculous and adorable and totally fabulous. I loved that akamine_chan didn't just make him into this crazy scientist caricature, but gave him heart and depth and made him into a real person. His relationship with Mikey was so full of love and caring and I loved the little family they'd created with Ray and how they made Frank a part of it too. Lovely, lovely story! (2012-07-08)
QUOTE: Mikey diced up some potatoes and cooked them with garlic and onions, while Ray and Gerard set the table and set out drinks and condiments. It should have surprised Gerard how easily Frank fit in, but it didn't. He raised an eyebrow at Mikey, who just shrugged.
"If you guys are going to talk, you need to do it out loud and in English, so Frank and I can participate in the conversation."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Mikey said.
Ray snorted and looked at Frank. "These two, they have this secret eyebrow language." Ray waggled his own eyebrows. "They'll have these long, involved conversations without saying a word."
"That's kinda -"
"Weird? Creepy?" Gerard supplied.
"No, I was going to say - cool. That's really cool." Frank grinned. "Knowing someone so well you don't even need words."
"You think so now," Ray said. "But eventually, you'll definitely think it's creepy."
"You only say that because you don't speak eyebrow fluently." Mikey raised both of his eyebrows as an example.
"Fuck you."
Gerard giggled, and found that Frank was laughing with him. It made him feel warm inside, like they were in together on a secret. And then he realized that he was developing the hugest crush on Frank, and maybe that was not a good thing, at all. Fuck.
"What do you have planned for this evening, Gee?" Ray asked, squirting ketchup onto his omelet, making it look like it was bleeding.
Gerard started to talk about the new project he wanted to work on, but closed his mouth with a snap. Fuck, he'd almost forgotten. He could feel Mikey's eyes on him. "Mittens™. I'm not allowed to work on anything else until the Mittens™ are under control."
"Mittens?" Frank held up his tattooed hands and wiggled his fingers. "Like, for your hands? Are you inventing some kind of new biological outerwear to keep your fingers warm?"
"Nooo." Though the idea did have merit. Gerard's hands always got really cold in the New Jersey winters. "Mittens™ as in miniature kittens."
"Miniature kittens?" Frank looked confused. "Like, aren't kittens already small? Why would you want them to be smaller?"
Gerard huffed and blew his bangs out of his eyes. "Because they're cuter when they’re miniaturized."
Ray was trying not to laugh; Mikey wasn't even trying.
"Fine, motherfuckers." Gerard stomped over to the doorway of the kitchen and pushed the button on the repurposed garage door opener that was duct taped to the wall. The subsonic hum that came from Ray's anti-Mittens™ force field died away, only to be replaced by the sound of scuttling and a chorus of mews.
"Gerard! Dammit, I just got the last ones out of the kitchen -"
"Fuck," Mikey squawked as a horde of Mittens™ washed over his feet and started climbing him. "Ow, Gerard, you asshole!"
Frank just watched the chaos unfold with a bemused look on his face. (25,740 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  activity:interview  activity:research  beings:animals.cats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:artificial.intelligence  concept:family  concept:suicide  occupation:scientist  occupation:inventor  occupation:businessman  things:tentacles  relationship:brothers  relationship:breakup  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  setting:mansion/palace  setting:lab  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BBB  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-07  recced:2012-07  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  smut:tentacle.sex 
july 2012 by turlough
tempore: Eros and the Emo King
REC: Frank's the high school sex god, so why doesn't Gerard find him irresistible? The one where Frank's the son of a fertility god and a nurse and Gerard is the opposite of sex. This was such a neat twist on the usual high school AU trope and it's funny and sweet and Frank is totally adorable as a demi sex god. (2012-07-01)
QUOTE: At first, Frank saw it as a challenge to his abilities. It was his duty to make sure everyone was basking in post-coital bliss. Hell, all Frank usually had to do was smile at someone and they would start to bloom in subtle, amazing ways. Frank could match make with a simple introduction between two people; a month later, they were happily in lust, if not in love. It was all about knowing the right chemistry and Frank was really good at hormonal chemistry.
This guy, though... he didn't even blink when Frank smiled at him. He was like the opposite of sex; the dark, deep abyss that Frank usually only found in eighty-year-old nuns. But deep down, just like in the nuns, there was a little spark of heat, and Frank felt it was his duty to turn that into fire.
Albeit, it was a very tiny spark in an aura that screamed black hole to anyone remotely attuned to that sort of thing. Most of the other students and teachers may not have understood or seen the shadow surrounding him, but they reacted to it nonetheless, giving Gerard a wide berth.
Most people glowed, especially after they'd been around Frank. Gerard was like the opposite of a glow. A really pretty no-glow, but still. Frank wanted to see what Gerard looked like when he was on fire.
Frank, however, was a problem solver. He was good at it. If a girl was having a hard time reaching her completion, Frank had an entire playbook of ways to make her come. If a guy was experiencing the opposite problem, Frank didn't judge, just recommended some of his favorite cock rings and techniques.
So Gerard's lack of glow was a problem Frank could solve, if only he could get within his radar for longer than five minutes. Because following him down the hall and smiling at him a lot simply wasn't cutting it. Frank didn't even get a chance to introduce himself before Gerard would stride away in the opposite direction.
Befriending Mikey Way was a fortunate, awesome coincidence. Mikey hadn't asked for advice, but he had invited Frank back to his girlfriend's house and that had been an pleasant afternoon in which Mikey had discovered the joys of a cock that wasn't his own, and she'd discovered the joys of multiple cocks. Later, Mikey'd asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner.
Frank's mom was on the evening shift, so Frank said yes and found himself in the awkward position of sitting across the table from the very-not-glowing (the pale skin did not count as a glow, even lit up in the moonlight) Gerard in front of his very strange parents.
"Mikey, dear, were you running today? You have a glow about you," his mother said. "And Frankie, so do you?" (8,720 words)
author:tempore  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  beings:gods  beings:incubus/succubus  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:high.school  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)  pov:Frank  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-07  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study 
july 2012 by turlough
delphinapterus: Brown Is the Earth When You Dig a Hole (Colour 'verse)
REC: Ten fascinating ficlets set in the same universe as 'The Land Between Black and White'. I love how much Phina can convey with so few words. (2012-05-20)
QUOTE: 35. "Hey, fuck you, you don't want to listen! Money talks, right?"
On his own Mikey has learned to be talkative. He borrows Gerard, settling the idea of his brother around himself like a disguise, and talks like Gerard would. As he travels he modifies his persona until he's perfected the right mix to ease his way past people and collect a new job; just like he would a piece of code. But it's his asking price that speaks loudest to those who know. Every time his price rises a tier it shouts his expertise to anyone who cares to listen. With every increase he talks less and lets his price speak. (1,130 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/322303 & http://delphinapterus.livejournal.com/134522.html )
author:delphinapterus  fandom:Bandom  universe:Colour.verse  activity:hacking  activity:killing/murder  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:torture  concept:violence  concept:dystopia  concept:polyamory  condition:PTSD  condition:insomnia  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:assassin/hitman  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:spy/secret.agent  relationship:established  relationship:poly  relationship:brothers  smut:finger.fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Bob/Gerard/Ray(primary)  pairing:Pete/Alicia(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Mikey  pov:Gerard  pov:Bob  pov:Alicia  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-01  recced:2012-05  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:cyberpunk 
may 2012 by turlough
argentumlupine: Well, What Happened Was... (Bodyguards AU) not!fic
REC: Gerard and Mikey are millionaires that get threatening letters and hire bodyguards that they end up falling in love with. Totally adorable and I love this Gerard with his dramatic brooding and dorkiness. (2012-05-06)
QUOTE: The next morning, Frank shows up at oh-dark-thirty, right around the time Gerard is having coffee in the kitchen. Gerard lets Frank in. Frank, Gerard notes with a sigh, is AWAKE and dressed and has a gun holstered under his jacket and is almost bouncing on his toes.
"You don't seem worried," Gerard says as they walk into the kitchen. He makes a beeline for his coffee.
Frank laughs. "This is what I do, man. Bring it." And then he gets a huge grin on his face. "Plus, when you guys go to the office I can work and see J at the same time."
It's adorable how in love with his wife Frank is. Gerard sighs a little. He wants that. He wants to be so in love with someone that he gets dopey grins on his face at the thought of being close to them. But he hasn't been out in months, and his last few relationships have ended pretty badly, and he's not sure if he's in the right headspace for a new one, and anyway, it's not like His Guy is going to come walking in the door, for fuck's sake.
And then Mikey opens the front door and Ray walks in. (Hee.) And Gerard can't look away. Ray kind of looks like a rock star - white T-shirt, black jeans, boots, and a fantastic leather jacket. And his hair is long and curly and Gerard wants to bury his hands in it. And speaking of his jeans - my god those THIGHS holy shit. And his hands are HUGE and giving him all kinds of IDEAS and Gerard whips his eyes up because he is seriously staring and SERIOUSLY turned on and this is not professional or polite AT ALL and he can feel Mikey's little smirk from here.
Frank introduces them all. "What's the plan for today?" he asks.
Mikey and Gerard look at each other. It's Wednesday. They usually go in to the office on Tuesdays and Thursdays, since they don't want to be a nuisance. (5,880 words)
(also at http://argentumlupine.dreamwidth.org/14758.html )
author:argentumlupine  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:guard  occupation:small.business.owner  occupation:philantropist  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  things:comics  geography:US:New.York  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-04  recced:2012-05  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:not!fic  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
may 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: The Way Your Eyes Look Into Me (Sharpest Lives 'verse 2)
REC: Five people Fun Ghoul fucked (or got fucked by). Another fabulous story in the Sharpest Lives 'verse, though this one is very much a stand-alone story. It's wonderfully intense and has a great Fun Ghoul portrait. (2012-03-18)
QUOTE: "Fuck," Ghoul said, holding up his hands. "Easy, dude. I ain't got anything worth stealing."
The guy gestured with his raygun. "Take 'em off." He was filthy and he stank, looking strung out and desperate.
"What?" Ghoul didn't understand. "Take what - oh, fuck no. I ain't giving you my clothes. You can just fucking shoot me." He crossed his arms and raised his chin. "Go ahead. Shoot me."
"The hell?" The guy shook his gun at Ghoul. "I could ghost you, you stupid fuck."
"Whatever." Ghoul didn't roll his eyes, but it was a near thing. He stood there, defiant. If this fuckhead wanted to dust him for his fucking clothes, he could go right ahead and do it. Ghoul was done with stupid shitheads like this guy. "Bring it," he snarled.
The guy's eyes flickered to Ghoul's left before he went pale and swallowed hard. "Uh, no, nevermind," he said before turning and disappearing down an alleyway.
Ghoul had a moment to gloat to himself before someone purred, "Hey, motorbaby," right against his ear, breath hot and wet, sending a shiver down his back.
He spun around quickly and backed away from the stranger, who was grinning at him, sharp and predatory, red hair like a beacon. "Hey," he said, trying for casual.
The dude walked around Ghoul, eyeing him from head to toe and licking his lips. "What's your name, pretty boy?"
"Fuck you," Ghoul said.
"Sure, baby, if that's what you want," the stranger said. "You wanna come back to my place?" He smiled again. "I'll show you a good time."
Ghoul studied him, lean and tan, and weighed his options. He went with his instincts. "Okay."
The guy threw his head back and laughed. "Name's Poison, sugar, Party Poison. What's your handle?"
"Fun Ghoul."
Poison just raised an eyebrow. "Shiny. Let's go." (1,330 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  activity:robbery  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  smut:fucking  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Fun.Ghoul  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(secondary)  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Show.Pony(secondary)  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/OC(secondary)  universe:Danger.Days 
march 2012 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: 5 Times Gerard Met The Doctor
REC: The one where Gerard meets the Fourth, Ninth, Tenth, Eleventh, and Twelfth Doctors at various points in his life. This was written for me but I'm reccing it anyway because it's fun and sweet and touching and completely fabulous. I love how clear the different Doctors' voices are and the way Gerard grows and changes between their meetings. So much love! (2012-03-18)
QUOTE: There is a man with a nearly shaved head, rather large ears and a bitching leather coat with a beautiful blond girl in a pink shirt and a hot man in a military coat running across the SVA campus. The hottie who fell out of World War II slams into him and they end up on the grass of the quad, tangled together. The man gives him a wide, toothy grin. "Hello sailor," he says, and he has dimples. Deep dimples and perfect hair.
Gerard reminds himself that he isn't back in Jersey. He's not in high school. He's in art school and it is okay to smile back. "Hello, solider."
"Jack, now's not the time!" calls the blonde, who is British and even prettier when she's pissed, and Gerard is even surer now than he was before he left home that he is very, very bisexual.
"Now's always the time," Jack calls back, beaming at Gerard. "Captain Jack Harkness," the man says, hopping to his feet and holding out a hand to Gerard.
"Gerard Way."
"Oi, enough of this, yeah? Run now, flirt later?" Big Eared Man says.
"Care to join us? Jack asks and before Gerard can answer, Jack has him by the hand by the hand and they are running full tilt across the campus to the graphic design building.
"Where're we going?"
"That way?" the oldest in the group says.
"Any reason why?"
"Because if I'm right, and I'm always right, the Lekorian spawn has been incubating in the subway tunnels beneath that building for the last twenty years and they're ready to hatch and take off into the void of space to head home to their inverted galaxy. In about fifteen minutes. When that happens, the building will explode and take out most of Manhattan, Queens, and a bit of Brooklyn."
"Yeah well it's just Queens," Gerard pants, going for levity because these fuckers are crazy. Extra crazy.
"I like you Gerard." Jack is glowing at him. It's a nice thing to be on the receiving end of. He could receive a lot more from this guy and not complain. Honestly.
"You like everyone," the girl laughs.
"People are in general likable," Jack points out. "Dr Grumpy Pants being a downer doesn't mean I have to be."
"Again. Trying to save America's favorite city over here. Millions of lives. Can we focus just a bit?" the man calls, waving a metal pen looking thing with a shiny blue light at the back door of the graphic design building.
They end up in the sub-basement. Gerard's an animation major so he didn't even know there was a sub-basement of this building. He didn't know that the sub-basement has a secret door that opens into the MTA subway tunnels. And he certainly didn't know there were purple, gelatinous hive-minded tentacle monsters from outer fucking space. (6,060 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/417794 )
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Doctor.Who  activity:rescue  beings:aliens  companion:Jack.Harkness  companion:Rose.Tyler  doctor:4th  doctor:9th  doctor:10th  doctor:11th  doctor:12th  beings:kids  things:Tardis  time:pre-band  tour:2005.Warped  time:the.hiatus  time:future  location:School.of.Visual.Arts  geography:US:New.York  geography:Canada  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:tv.show  activity:time.travel  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Jack.Harkness(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary) 
march 2012 by turlough
theopteryx: Against the Wind
REC: Frank is the tutor to Michael and Alicia Way's children. When he starts to become ill he tries to hide his condition, afraid to lose his position. When Michael's older brother Gerard returns unexpectedly his problems grows. A sweet little story but I'm afraid I simply can't believe in the Frank characterisation. This fearful, repressed person just doesn't feel like Frank to me. (2012-01-15)
QUOTE: "But I want to go *watch*," Matilda pleads. "Mama said the cake for Papa is two stories tall, and I want to see."
"I doubt that very much," Frank says, calmly flipping to a new page in the book. "If it *was* two stories tall they wouldn't be able to fit it through the front door and they would have to keep it outside in the garden, where the birds would eat it first."
Matilda looks appropriately horrified, although if it's at the idea that the cake is not, in fact, two stories tall, or that it might be eaten by birds before she can see it, Frank can't be quite sure.
"I hear people are coming from all *over*," James says, pulling Rolph more firmly into his lap until the dog gives in and settles across his legs. "Even as far as the next county."
"Even farther than that!" Matilda counters.
"Your father is a very important man," Frank says, "who would be very glad to know that his children were equally as excited about things like history as they were about cake. English history, in fact, which is an excellent coincidence, because that is what we are studying today."
"Are you going to the party?" Matilda asks, not even moving to pick up her book. She lies back on the chaise and crosses her arms behind her head, and Frank's so startled by the question he doesn't even reproach her for putting her feet on the cushion.
"I - hadn't really considered it," he says. It's a bit of a lie. He had considered it, but not truly all that seriously. Like James said, there would be guests from even the next county. Frank doesn't have any idea of what they would even speak about. That's probably not the point.
"You *must*," Matilda says, with incredible seriousness, as she seems to be at the age where everything deserves such gravitas. "Papa will be so *sad* if you don't, and Mama says there's a *wonderful* surprise for him, and for us, too."
Frank pauses, and smoothes out a crease in the page. Someone has been bending the corners down again, and he frowns at it. "If I agree, will you sit properly on the chaise and listen while I tell you about William the Conquerer?" Frank asks, and Matilda sighs.
"There's a huge battle at the end," Frank says. "And somebody gets an arrow through the eye."
Matilda immediately sits up. "*Really*?" she asks.
"I guess you won't ever learn," Frank says sadly. "Since daydreaming about parties is apparently a far better use of your tutor's time than actually *learning* -" (21,220 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/351376 )
author:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  beings:aristocrats  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:illness  occupation:teacher  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:mansion/palace  geography:UK  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2011.Yo.Bro.That's.Sick  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-11  recced:2012-01  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study 
january 2012 by turlough
dapatty & s0ckpupp3t: While I'm Still Young and Horny
REC: The sequel to 'Blaming Frank' in which they have lots of happy, slightly kinky sex and Frank plans a gangbang. I love how exuberantly *happy* this story is. How much they're all enjoying it and how completely unashamed they are. A wonderful story that it makes me both hot and happy to read. (2011-08-28)
QUOTE: "Aww, Gee. You never let me have any fun," Frank whined, brain going somewhere else entirely. He could probably arrange another orgy; hell, he'd been waiting ever since London to do that shit again. But to center it around Gee, and get Mike to join in... "This wasn't fun?" [...] "No." Gerard's eyes widened, and for a moment he looked like the most horrified puppy in the world. "Baby. Fun was somewhere far, far behind that shit. Fun is in the dust." Frank watched the relief and annoyance spread over Gerard's face. All the way down to his arms. And his fingers. Shit. "Ow! Ow, ow, uncle, ow [...]" (24,190 words)
(also at http://s0ckpupp3t.livejournal.com/7787.html )
author:dapatty  author:s0ckpupp3t  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  activity:interview  relationship:poly  relationship:established  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:d/s  smut:blowjob  smut:bondage  smut:fucking  smut:groupsex  smut:handjob  smut:phone.sex  smut:rimming  smut:shower.sex  smut:threesome  setting:on.tour  tour:2011.World.Contamination  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Dallas  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Mike.P  pov:Mikey  pov:Ray  challenge:2011.BBB  posted:2011-08  recced:2011-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  smut:gangbang  pairing:Ray/Christa(secondary)  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP 
august 2011 by turlough
mizubyte: Failboat Frontmen
REC: A really cute not!fic in which Frank never joined MCR but still created Skeleton Crew and Leathermouth and did awesome. (2011-07-31)
QUOTE: He likes calling up the venues and sweet talking them into giving their bands gigs, designing promotional materials, getting calls from tour managers that have found new bands. He loves the excited voices of bands when he calls them back to say "hey, we heard your tape and think you should meet with one of our guys." He totally remembers that phone call. He hears that MCR is in Europe while he's helping Jamia get album release showcases together, and that's good, that's great. Okay he's completely fucking jealous (apparently they even have a manager, holy shit, Pencey never had a manager) because mother fucking Europe. And big tours (the Used? Motherfuckers). (9,860 words)
author:mizubyte  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:music  concept:polyamory  concept:stagegay  occupation:musician  occupation:small.business.owner  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  setting:office  time:early.days  tour:2005.Taste.of.Chaos  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  band:Leathermouth  pov:Frank  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(primary) 
august 2011 by turlough
littlemousling: Pole Smoking
REC: Gerard's craving a nice smoke. Lindsey has a suggestion. Cute and sweet and very hot. (2011-06-28)
QUOTE: He needs something to do with his mouth, and maybe Lindsay's right: the taste of Frank and the stretch in his jaw will stay with him longer than a nicotine buzz.
He takes his moment at their lunch break, shoved back onto the bus with sandwiches and shit on their way to the next round of interviews, closer to tonight's venue. "Borrowing Frankie," he says, and Ray just grunts, much more into the sandwich than any human being right now. Mikey's face moves just enough to convey both 'have a good time' and 'never tell me anything,' which is good enough for Gerard.
Frank makes a face, too; his is 'I was totally about to go to town on this sandwich... but all right.' Gerard loves that about Frank, he really does. He follows Gerard into the back lounge without a word, shuts the door behind them.
"Need something?" he asks, and Gerard grins at him.
"A smoke," Gerard says, and pushes Frank against the door, drops to his knees. "Yeah?"
"If you light my dick on fire I'm kicking you out of the band," Frank says. "Ray'd back me up."
"Mikey wouldn't, and it'd cause a whole civil war thing. I'd better just blow you instead." Gerard presses his grin into Frank's zipper, breathes through the material, wanting to smell Frank, and then he opens Frank's pants and pulls his cock out. (1,180 words)
author:littlemousling  fandom:Bandom  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  tour:2011.World.Contamination  band:My.Chemical.Romance  challenge:2011.Kink.Bingo  posted:2011-06  recced:2011-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) 
june 2011 by turlough
*anonymous: Shamelessly Doctored History
REC: Mikey remembers but Gerard never does. A lovely little ficlet about reincarnation. So beautiful and bittersweet. (2011-05-15)
QUOTE: The sad thing is Gerard isn't even his brother all the time. Mikey has heady memories of 1920s Berlin and the feeling of Gerard inside him. Mikey was Michael Bachmeir then but their group, Christopher, Luke and the sapphics, Sarah and Zoe, called them the Way Brothers as a joke. That lifetime Mikey had known from the beginning, the day he was born. He's spent his life waiting for Gerard. Gerard was so beautiful that life, this fantastic ephemeral artist that Mikey knew he didn't deserve. (493 words)
author:*anonymous  concept:reincarnation  things:memories  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pov:Mikey  posted:2011-05  recced:2011-05  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study 
may 2011 by turlough
verbyna: Yes
REC: Mike and Gerard, androgyny and gender stereotypes. Lovely writing and I really liked the way Gerard was written. (2011-04-03)
QUOTE: Mike watches him the most from his vantage point. It's not just because they all take their cues from him (although he's a good musician, he can steer them where Gerard is pointing). It's because when Gerard turns his back to the crowd and looks up at Mike, something other than musicandfriendship is lit up bright. Gerard's the one the lights follow. Mike can't help it. He can't help it when Gerard wanders into a room and smiles like a kid before he laughs at filthy jokes, a split second shift. He can't help it when he sees Gerard in a bathrobe somewhere in Europe, huddling for warmth in soft cotton in the early morning light. Mike looks at him and can't tell exactly what he's seeing, can't tell what side he'll see next. (673 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/207896)
author:verbyna  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  concept:genderfuck  relationship:UST  relationship:established  relationship:poly  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  tour:2010.World.Contamination  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Gerard/Mike.P(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:Mike.P  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-03  recced:2011-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study 
april 2011 by turlough
pandarus: (To Die Will Be) An Awfully Big Adventure
REC: Gerard gets turned into a vampire, angsts a bit, is attacked by angry vampire slayers, gets chased around LA, and ends up entangled in faerie politics. I had some minor quibbles with some of the philosophical/ethical themes of this story but on the whole it's a very fun and entertaining read and the worldbuilding is excellent. (2011-03-13)
QUOTE: "Back away from the civilian, Gerard, before this gets messy." He spun around, hissing, and stared at the tall, blond figure with baffled rage. It was someone he knew, a familiar face, but Gerard was so far from being himself at this point that he barely knew his *own* name, let alone the name of this interloper watching him from the shadows. [...] "Sorry, Gee," the stranger said placidly, as Gerard sank down onto his knees, coughing and choking in the cloud of glitter that clung to his skin and slipped inside his nostrils and his mouth, knocking the world out of balance. (73,490 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/167916 )
author:pandarus  fandom:Bandom  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  beings:faeries  beings:vampires  beings:werewolves  concept:addiction  concept:art  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  concept:violence  concept:polyamory  condition:injury  occupation:slayer  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:brothers  relationship:poly  smut:handjob  setting:other.world  time:future  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:myth:Fairy.Land  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:The.Used  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-03  recced:2011-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pairing:Patrick/Pete(secondary)  pairing:Pete/Ashlee(secondary) 
march 2011 by turlough
auctorial: Too Bad I Don't Remember a Thing (Time Travelling Dishwashing Machine)
REC: The one where Frank timetravels from 2003 to the present. This was so much fun and I really liked the Frank characterisation. (2011-03-06)
QUOTE: "Wait, if you're here, where's *our* Frank?" Gerard interrupts.
"Isn't it like, a rule that you aren't supposed to go back in time and meet yourself?" Ray says. "Or forward, I guess."
They're both glaring at him suspiciously, like he somehow *killed* his future self. He can't do that, right? Unless he like, canceled his future self out by suddenly existing or something. He didn't see any other Frank around, unless he was like, hiding under the bed or something.
"He was only in there for a second!" Mikey says. "So how is he even here in the first place?"
"Yeah," Frank says wildly. "But you remember me coming back, and I'm still around, I mean, I was till now, so that means I'll go back soon and everything will be normal again. Right?"
Everyone is silent, probably wondering how soon is soon. Frank hopes it's really fucking soon. If someone asked him about time travel to the future before, he probably would have said it'd be fucking awesome. Except now that he's here, it's actually kind of awkward and Frank just wants to go *home*.
Ray heaves a sigh. "Obviously time in the dishwasher goes by differently than time in the real world," he says glumly. "Or you should already be gone." Frank feels sort of hurt that Ray isn't excited at all to see him. Like, not *him* him, but he's still Frank, right?
And Gerard is still giving him that shifty, squinty-eyed look that means he wants to poke at Frank some more. Frank sends him a glare back, telling him to keep his pointy little fingers to himself. (3,910 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/166360 )
author:auctorial  fandom:Bandom  activity:time.travel  beings:kids  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  setting:on.break  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pov:Frank  posted:2011-02  recced:2011-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff 
march 2011 by turlough
silentdescant: Burlesque
REC: Frank gets a job in a club run by the Way brothers. He still haven't met the elusive Gerard. A nice little story. I liked the way the club and how Frank was settling in was written. (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: "Why'd you think Gerard interviewed me? I haven't even met him yet." Mike looks Frank up and down, and he's not subtle about it at all. Frank shifts under his scrutiny and Mike smirks at him. "You're his type." Frank's jaw drops. He's a little offended that Mike thinks he slept with the boss to get hired, but more than that, he's intrigued. Mike must see the wheels in Frank's brain turning, because he laughs and says, "If he's not on stage, he's usually holed up in the office. Mikey pretty much runs things out here." "He performs?" Frank asks, feigning casual interest. Frank doesn't understand Mike's expression; he gives Frank another once-over and nods without elaborating. (3,780 words)
author:silentdescant  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  activity:crossdressing  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:genderfuck  things:Gerard's.red.hair  occupation:small.business.owner  occupation:musician  occupation:drag.artist  smut:blowjob  smut:finger.fucking  setting:bar/club  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2011.No.Tags  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter 
january 2011 by turlough
mistresscurvy: Fuck the Snow (Repeat as Necessary)
REC: They're in Jersey in January, practicing, Gerard is staying with Frank. I really liked the cozy, domestic feel of this story, with the snow and the dogs and how their relationship now is both alike and different from what it was before they married and had kids. (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: He waits for Gerard to come around the car before trudging through the snow up the walkway to his house and climbing up the front steps. He turns around to see how Gerard is doing just in time to see him slip backwards in his designer boots, which Frank has to admit look pretty awesome but clearly do not have the soles for New Jersey winters. Gerard almost stays on his feet, but he overcorrects a little and goes down, faceplanting into the snow.
"Gerard!" Frank says, walking down the steps again as fast as he dares to help him. Gerard is on his hands and knees, and Frank reaches out a hand for Gerard to grab as he carefully stands back up. "You okay, man?" Frank asks, brushing off some of the snow that's all over Gerard's body.
Gerard looks back at him, his face red and wet, hair dangling in his face. "Fuck the snow, Frank," he says, shaking his arms out to knock some of the snow off.
"No argument from me," Frank says, taking hold of Gerard's arm and leading him up to the stoop slowly. They make their way up the stairs, Gerard grabbing onto Frank as he tests each step out before shifting his weight. Frank fumbles with the keys a bit, his hands cold and clammy just from the few minutes they've been outside, but he finally gets the right key in the lock and pushes open the front door.
Frank tosses the keys onto the hall table, not caring at all when they skid across the surface and crash to the ground. "Okay. Why don't you head upstairs and get changed, and I'm going to call Jamia," he says, trying to toe off his boots but eventually giving up and leaning over to unlace them. Gerard is leaning back against the closed front door, pulling one of his boots off and chucking it across the room once he succeeds. He gets the other one off as well and then pads through the hall up to the stairs, his socked feet squishing slightly as he goes. (6,390 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/153444 & http://mistresscurvy.dreamwidth.org/21953.html & http://mistresscurvy.livejournal.com/22947.html )
author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.dogs  concept:family  concept:polyamory  things:snow  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  setting:on.break  tour:2010.World.Contamination  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2011.No.Tags  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  things:storm  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary) 
january 2011 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Making Of
REC: Frank on the set of Na Na Na. This is a wonderful story. I love this Frank and the way he and Gerard are so relaxed and comfortable together. Gerard knowing exactly what to do to ground Frank in the here and now and Frank's phone conversation with Jamia at the end, both show how well they all fit together. There's so much joy and sunshine and happiness in this story. (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: Gerard pulls back, but he doesn't let go. "Frankie," he says, his voice soft and delighted, in a way that Frank's never heard anyone say anything except for Gerard. "Frankie, how great is this?"
"So great," Frank breathes, staring up at him. He's on his toes, he realizes suddenly, pressed against the wall, his head still angled for Gerard's kiss. His phone buzzes, insistent, in his pocket, trapped between the two of them. Gerard kisses him again, quick and soft this time, stepping back as Frank falls back to the flat of his boots with a thump. He fishes the phone out of his pocket, and he's got a picture text loading.
"Ooh, it's Jamia," Gerard says, looking at Frank's phone over his shoulder, like it would never occur to him Frank would get a text he wouldn't want to share. "Oh my god, Frankie, your *girls*."
Because it is - his girls, his babies. Lily is wailing, pissed off, her face bright red, and Cherry is looking petulant and put-out, her hands in fists up by her face. It's hysterical, both of them so angry, and the note on the picture message is, 'The girls say What Up, Daddy'.
Frank feels his face melting into that gooey, terrible, awful, unstoppable dad-face, and when he glances up, his cheeks hot, Gerard is looking at the phone with nearly the same expression. "Oh man," he says. "Look at those faces. They will *cut* you. They will *fuck you up*." (4,630 words)
(also at http://brooklinegirl.livejournal.com/788825.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/312234 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:film.making  beings:Grant.Morrison  things:Gerard's.red.hair  concept:polyamory  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  setting:desert  time:Danger.Days.promo  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2011.No.Tags  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Jamia/Lindsey(secondary)  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2011 by turlough
theopteryx: Might I Have a Bit of Earth
REC: This is the space AU of my heart! I always like stories set in space but the worldbuilding of this makes it stand in a class of its own. It's a gritty, dirty, incredibly vivid and tangible universe and the characterisations of Gerard the space pirate, his brother Mikey, and Frank the stowaway/bounty hunter are both fantastic and heartbreaking. They're all exactly how I can imagine them being if they'd grown up in this universe. The world building is fantastic and the characterisations, particularly of Gerard, just about broke my heart with how much having grown up in this particular universe have changed them from the guys we know in ours. Don't miss the sequel, 'Apastron'. (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: Gerard hated space. Some people thought it was soothing, all that quiet, but it always just seemed to make things louder, like there was more room for the noise to stretch out. He barely remembered living on the planets, anymore. When he managed to dream, though, he always dreamed of suns, so many they filled the sky, burning his skin until he crumbled and turned to ash. He always woke up sweating. It was the only time he was warm on these fucking ships.
He shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. Mikey was passed out in the chair next to him, his body bent in weird ways to fit the lopsided seat. He’d always been good about sleeping anywhere, the fucker.
Gerard rubbed at his eyes and stared at the console. The ships the Joes were using had some crazy navigational system, totally different than the shit Gerard grew up on, but Gerard had taken enough of them over the years to figure them out. They just wanted to look complicated.
They had at least another few hours before they hit The Grit, and he wasn’t going to get any sleep this cycle. He left Mikey asleep in the chair but grabbed the bag by Mikey’s feet and set about sorting through it - singed in a few places where the Joes had got a few hits in on their way out, but mostly intact, and only some of the money’d been burned too much to use.
He paused. He hadn’t noticed back in the office, but Mikey’d nicked a couple of books from the foreman’s shelf. They were shoved at the bottom of the bag and one of them - The Secret Garden - had a dark streak across the spine from one of the blasts.
Gerard awkwardly brushed some of the dirt off the front cover. There was a girl in red on the cover, almost completely faded away, and there was green all around her, practically choking the corners of the drawing. It was an old copy, and cracked when he opened it. It *smelled* like a book, and Gerard had to resist pressing it against his face and just inhaling. He only vaguely remembered the story - something Elena had read to him, once, back when there were suns.
He had a lot of time to kill before they hit the airspace. Gerard couldn’t help but check over his shoulder before he wiped his palms on his pants and picked up the book and flipped to the first page. (14,470 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/351315 )
author:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  activity:stealing  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  concept:violence  condition:injury  condition:insomnia  things:dreams  occupation:pirate  occupation:bounty.hunter  relationship:brothers  smut:blowjob  smut:finger.fucking  smut:fucking  smut:shower.sex  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.No.Tags  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
january 2011 by turlough
solar_cat: You Only Hear the Music When Your Heart Begins to Break
REC: The completely adorable high-school sequel to 'Vampires Will Never...'. This Frank is so fabulously self-centered, the way he completely misses all the signs of both Gerard's and his own infatuation is hilarious. I love Frank's angry apples and his portrait of Gerard and how he doesn't understand why the teacher thinks they're good, and Gerard's showcase is just so gloriously melodramatic and GERARDY. And they're just too adorable together, such awesomely faily, codependent teenaged boys. (2010-12-26)
QUOTE: The breakup actually hurts more than Frank thought it would, though. It wasn't like he was in love with Vanessa or anything, but he *liked* her. And going from guy-with-a-girlfriend to guy-who-just-got-dumped-at-lunch-for-telling-his-girlfriend-she-looked-good-having-her-brain-eaten really sucks. Luckily she breaks up with him on a Friday, so Frank feels justified in spending almost the entire weekend in Gerard's basement bedroom, reading comic books and complaining about how Vanessa was a total bitch anyway, he doesn't know why he ever liked her. Gerard makes sympathetic noises and spends all day Saturday drawing vampires for Frank, which is his way of saying 'cheer up!' and 'I still think you're awesome'. Which is dumb, 'cause he says all that stuff out loud, too, but Frank never looks a gift vampire in the mouth. Gerard draws really excellent vampires.
Gerard's mom bought an air mattress when they were thirteen and she came downstairs one morning after Frank stayed over - to get Gerard up for some appointment or something, Frank doesn't really remember - and realized they were still sharing Gerard's bed like they had been ever since they were nine. The air mattress is still in its box, somewhere in the junkyard under Gerard's bed. There's not really space for it on the floor anyway [...]
But even if there was room for it, Frank doesn't want to sleep on the air mattress. Gerard's bed is the perfect mix of soft and lumpy, and Gerard doesn't care that Frank always ends up using him as a human teddy bear. Plus it's better that way, because with Gerard curled up against him, he can kind of just tell when Gerard's gonna be sick in the middle of the night, and he's right there when Gerard needs Frank to hug him tightly, to hold him close so he knows he's safe and that the monsters in his head aren't real.
Sometimes if it's a bad night, Mikey climbs in on Gerard's other side and they all sort of huddle together, even though Gerard's bed isn't actually wide enough for three people. It's not weird or anything, not really, though logically Frank knows that most sixteen-year-old guys would rather be caught dead than sleep curled up with their best friend and his little brother. Frank thinks most sixteen-year-old guys are pretty fucking stupid. (13,680 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/164894 )
author:solar_cat  fandom:Bandom  activity:bullying  activity:brawling  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:disability  condition:illness  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:high.school  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/OC(secondary)  pov:Frank  posted:2010-12  recced:2010-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
december 2010 by turlough
pikasafire: Just For Christmas
REC: Mikey and Gerard share a kiss under the mistletoe. I love the way this is written, their uncertainty and hesitation and the underlying fierce longing is just so right. It's at once incredible tense and very tender. An absolutely lovely little story. (2010-12-19)
QUOTE: Gerard tightens his grip on Mikey's fingers, shifts so they're pressed cheek to cheek, the barest brush on lips across his cheekbone. This close, Mikey can hear the unsteady sounds of Gerard's breathing, can feel the answering tremors in his hands. It's suddenly serious. All joking and joviality forgotten. In its place, the slow, careful movements of two people who are so incredibly unsure of what they're doing. (1,050 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/231200 & http://pikasafire.dreamwidth.org/53242.html )
author:pikasafire  fandom:Bandom  holiday:Christmas  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  setting:on.break  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2010-12  recced:2010-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
december 2010 by turlough
romanticalgirl: untitled fic
REC: Lazy, warm and sensual early-morning sex. A wonderful little sequel to 'Go Out to Come In Again'. (2010-12-05)
QUOTE: Mikey wakes up still wearing her skirt and t-shirt, legs sticky from sweat and sex. Gerard's room smells like musk and smoke, and she burrows between him and Gabe, feeling the heat of them. Gerard slides his hand over her hip and down, between her legs, her skirt bunched up against his palm. She feels exposed and uncovered and she wishes she was naked, being half-clothed seems wrong somehow. "Mikey." He murmurs her name against her ear as his fingers slide over her clit. (336 words)
(also at http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/921855.html )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  concept:always.a.girl  relationship:established  relationship:Waycest  smut:threesome  smut:handjob  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Gabe/Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Mikey  posted:2010-12  recced:2010-12  !meta:rec:fic  smut:het.sex  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP 
december 2010 by turlough
romanticalgirl: Go Out to Come In Again
REC: Gabe wakes up when he hears Mikey get home. A great little threesome PWP. Het sex usually doesn't do a thing for me but this was *really* hot. (2010-11-28)
QUOTE: He can't see well enough without moving, but he knows just by the shift in Gerard's body that Mikey's mouth is moving up his thighs. Gabe can smell the waxy hit of fresh lipstick that she always uses to mark Gerard, mouthing her way up until Gabe meets her eyes over the swell of Gerard's thigh and hip in the instant before she turns her head and takes Gerard's hardening cock in her mouth. Gerard groans, his hips rolling upward as his hand falls down to tangle in Mikey's messy hair. It always amazes and amuses Gabe that Gerard knows instantly when it's Mikey's mouth on him, even when he doesn't have the clue of Gabe lying next to him. (902 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/249402 & http://romantical.dreamwidth.org/944864.html )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  concept:always.a.girl  relationship:established  relationship:Waycest  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Gabe/Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gabe  posted:2010-11  recced:2010-11  !meta:rec:fic  smut:het.sex  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP 
november 2010 by turlough
nokomis305: Tales from the Zones
REC: Six glimpses of life in the Zones. A collection of lovely Killjoys ficlets. I love the way the Mikey and Gerard interaction is written and I really like this take on Dewees. The slow dancing one is so sweet and the quiet intensity of the first one is marvelous. (2010-10-31)
QUOTE: "Fuckin' Dracs," Frank hissed, trying and failing to take off his jacket. His shoulder felt jacked. He didn't say anything about Korse; there was nothing to say. The bastard has spared them and fucked them over in one move, and Frank was going to pretend like the cocksucker didn't even exist. "Is it dislocated?" Gerard set down the transmitter he was trying to jam new batteries into. His hands were shaking and Frank had already seen him put them in backwards twice. "I don't know... I need help getting this jacket off," Frank said. His jacket was easily the one that offered the most maneuverability, and it was a bad sign that he couldn't get out of it. (3,270 words)
(also at http://nokomis305.livejournal.com/275138.html )
author:nokomis305  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:rescue  activity:salvage  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:violence  occupation:rebel  occupation:smuggler  things:Trans.Am  things:memories  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pov:James.D  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  pov:Lindsey  posted:2010-10  recced:2010-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  activity:ballrom.dancing/ballet.dancing  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pairing:Ray/James.D(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2010 by turlough
gala_apples: Lemme Tell You 'Bout The Sad Man
REC: Baby showers and drac attacks. This is a lovely bit of backstory for the Killjoys universe, it balances perfectly between heartbreaking and hopeful. (2010-10-17)
QUOTE: Everything's practical, of course. There's no room for anything that's not. But to the best of their ability, they've made everything fit. Beautiful and rebellious, as well as needed. Gerard's sleeper has tiny smiling spiders drawn all over it, Alicia and Lyn-Z have dyed their miniscule t-shirts, Frank's bibs are embroidered, and Bob's bottles are covered in stickers. And holy fuck, Mikey's found dehydrated milk. Ray has no idea how that's even possible, but when Christa pulls it out of the yellow plastic he can't help but cry. Gerard's the first to swarm him, pulling him into a hug, their slick sleeves squeaking on each other. But the others aren't far behind. Except for Mikey, who's holding Carmen. Carmen, his beautiful fucking baby, Carmen, just another reason to never stop fighting. (1,600 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/421052 & http://gala-apples.dreamwidth.org/84060.html )
author:gala_apples  fandom:Bandom  activity:salvage  activity:gun.fights  beings:kids  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor  concept:char.death.minor(past)  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:violence  concept:family  concept:polyamory  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  relationship:poly  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(secondary)  pov:Ray  challenge:2010.Schmoop.Bingo  posted:2010-09  recced:2010-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Ray/Christa(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
october 2010 by turlough
desfinado: To Feel So Bright
REC: Frank & Gerard looks for the perfect outfit for Frank to wear in the video. This is such a happy story. Frank and Gerard are so overflowing with happiness and love, for their families, the new record, each other. The sex is like the physical manifestation of all this. I love the characterisations, they feel very vivid and real. And the sex is dirty and messy and joyful. (2010-10-03)
QUOTE: "Shit," he laughs around a faceful of red hair, that Gerard-smell that he's missed (since the first bone-crushing hug at the airport). He staggers forward a bit to right himself, feels Gerard shuffle along with him.
"So fucking proud of you, Frankie," Gerard mutters against Frank's shoulder. He squeezes hard and Frank makes a choked sort of sound around another giggle. "No, I will not stop hugging you right now, okay? Just give me my moment rubbing all the skin off my face on these zippers. *Twins*."
Frank smiles and closes his eyes, bunches the thin fabric of Gerard's shirt in his palms before smoothing it out again. He can feel the bumps of Gerard's spine. "Am I gonna be a skinny motherfucker like you after a few more months of changing diapers and forgetting to eat?"
"Nah," Gerard says, stepping back and meeting his gaze with bright eyes. His skin looks sallow in the light. "L.A., man. Every fucking grocery store is health food, y’know? Granola shit."
Frank grins, starts yanking the zippered monstrosity of a jacket off. "I miss Jersey diner food," Gerard admits.
"Damn straight you do." Frank adds it to the list of things to remind Gerard of next time they're having a Jersey-or-Cali debate.
Frank leaves the jacket on the floor and peels off his sweat-damp t-shirt, tossing it at Gerard's face - ignoring his complaining noises - before turning to grab one off a hanger. "Just tell me if anyone's out there and I'll close the door against my white ass." (8,040 words)
author:desfinado  fandom:Bandom  activity:film.making  activity:shopping  concept:family  things:tattoos  things:Gerard's.red.hair  relationship:friendship  relationship:poly  smut:rimming  smut:blowjob  smut:masturbation  smut:handjob  setting:desert  setting:shop  time:Danger.Days.promo  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2010-09  recced:2010-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  universe:Danger.Days 
october 2010 by turlough
*anonymous: untitled Killjoys fic
REC: Gerard loves to be alone with his car. An fabulous little PWP in the Killjoys 'verse. It's so, so hot and I love the raw sensuality of it. (2010-09-26) Gngh, this is still as scorchingly hot as the first time I read it. And I'm completely convinced it would be canon - Gerard reallly liked that car :-) (2012-11-22)
QUOTE: He switched the radio off, something he rarely did when the rest of the gang were around, so that no sound could reach him but the wind rushing past, the gravel under the tires and oh, the engine. When he hit a trail of more tightly packed ground and could finally shift up a gear, he sank back in his seat, and a soft groan escaped his throat when he revved the engine.
"I missed you, baby," he murmured, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. He knew it sounded silly, because he'd been here the whole time, but it wasn't like they were really together when the others were around. They couldn't be.
He wished he could stop right now, pull over behind some bushes, and have her all over. He wanted to run his hands all over her, stroke the dust from her panels, lovingly feel the places where the paint was peeling and whisper that one day, one day it would all be over and he was going to clean her for *days*. He wanted to press his cheek against the radiator grille and whisper all the filthy things he wanted to do to her before he finally got her all clean, to press himself up against the hot, dusty metal, taste the sun-blistered paint of the bonnet on his tongue and feel it on his dick. (647 words)
author:*anonymous  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  things:Trans.Am  occupation:rebel  smut:masturbation  smut:vehicle.sex  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Trans.Am(primary)  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-09  recced:2010-09  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  universe:Danger.Days 
september 2010 by turlough
impertinence: Heaven's Not About Your Reputation
REC: Desolation Row AU in which MCR gets arrested and afterwards decides to cause even more trouble. This was a fun and well-written story but it felt a bit lacklustre to me. I just couldn't get engaged in either the world or what they were trying to achieve. (2010-08-22)
QUOTE: "I called in a few favors," Brian said. "The jail, this, the instruments. That's the deal. I give you that, and you trust me and let me work you to death." "For the revolution?" Gerard said. He tried to make it joking, but somehow it came out serious. "Something like that," Brian said. [...] Gerard tried to be concerned about the instruments, but his mind kept getting distracted by the idea, the encroaching reality, of revolution; something new, something important. It was an almost painful kind of suggestion, because it was important, absolutely crucial - and it was impossible to get now, or even anytime soon. (28,900 words)
author:impertinence  fandom:Bandom  universe:Desolation.Row  activity:gun.fights  activity:performing  activity:rescue  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  concept:sobriety  concept:violence  concept:dystopia  condition:illness  condition:injury  occupation:musician  occupation:police/detective  occupation:manager  occupation:rebel  things:memories  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:masturbation  setting:bar/club  setting:on.tour  setting:prison  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Washington.DC  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-10  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
august 2010 by turlough
turps: untitled fic
REC: Frank has broken a leg, Mikey does his best to cheer him up. Fun and hot. (2010-08-22)
QUOTE: "You left me alone. I could have rolled off the bed and broken my other leg." "You've been alone for five minutes," Mikey points out, walking into the room. He settles on the side of the bed away from Frank's purple casted leg. "And you're not an invalid, you're allowed to walk with your crutches." Frank flops onto his back, sighing and looking pathetic. "Jamia made me stay here." Mikey raises an eyebrow and stares at Frank. "Why?" Mouth twitching at one corner, Frank says, "Because she's mean and doesn't understand the depths of my pain." "Really?" Mikey asks. "It's not because you were playing baseball with your crutch and Mama's ball?" (1,380 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/487809/chapters/850672 & http://turps33.livejournal.com/1037967.html )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  condition:injury  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:handjob  setting:on.break  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pov:Mikey  posted:2010-08  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP 
august 2010 by turlough
delphinapterus: The Eyes Those Silent Tongues of Love
REC: Michael's world is shaken when his brother Gerard claims a flamboyant American divorcee as his new Muse. Told partly through letters and diary entries. This is lovely and I particularly like the letters and diary entries. They carefully obey all the strictures of the period but still manage to convey so much emotion. Mikey is the same way, so contained and proper that he doesn't show much emotion even to himself, but you can still see it. (2010-08-08)
QUOTE: Gerard has returned and it gladdens to report that he is looking much better than last I saw him. He apologized for missing me but he claims he dared not stay for fear he would lose his inspiration. He called her his Muse. If I was more daring I would have reminded him that he claimed I would always be his Muse. Still it lessens my worry to see him looking to well. If he must have a new Muse to be this way so be it. I cannot in conscience object. (4,970 words)
(also at http://delphinapterus.livejournal.com/107894.html )
author:delphinapterus  fandom:Bandom  beings:aristocrats  concept:art  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:brothers  relationship:established  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  smut:masturbation  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:art.gallery/studio  setting:cinema/theater  period:1890s  period:19th.century  geography:UK  geography:Europe:France  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pov:Mikey  challenge:2010.Ways+1  posted:2010-08  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  smut:het.sex  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Lindsey(primary) 
august 2010 by turlough
mwestbelle: One For the Road
REC: Frank and Mikey hooks up and Gerard likes to watch. I was a bit wary of this story at first. Asshole!boys isn't a trope I usually like but mwestbelle really makes it work here. The combination of asshole-ishness and vulnerability in their attitudes and behaviour is astonishingly endearing and also makes for scorchingly hot sex. (2010-08-08)
QUOTE: Frank didn't really get it at first, not when it was him. The first time he and Mikey hooked up for real was in the Way's basement, really sweaty and kind of drunk, with Gerard in the next bed. [...] It was fast, too fast, but neither of them could think of anything beyond sweat and sex. Frank sort of thought that he heard breathing, heavy breathing that didn’t belong to either of them, but he forgot about it as soon as he focused in on Mikey. (2,200 words)
author:mwestbelle  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  smut:masturbation  smut:voyeurism  smut:vehicle.sex  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2010.Ways+1  posted:2010-08  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/OC(secondary) 
august 2010 by turlough
desfinado: Sit Tight
REC: The one where Gerard's fascinated with Frank's bossy ways with the ladies. I love everything about this story, Gerard's fascination, Frank's cheerful confidence, Mikey's disbelief. And it's one of the hottest stories I've read in a long time. (2010-08-08)
QUOTE: Frank grins at them, licks his lips slowly and lets his mouth hang open as he leans in and undoes the top button of Gerard's shirt. He looks good, Mikey thinks. He knows it, too.
"Hey baby," Frank says, jerking his head up slightly in acknowledgement, meeting Gerard's eyes. "Just sit tight." Frank looks down, works on more buttons. "We've got you." Gerard snorts.
"Shit, going commando. I like that in a lady," Frank grins, flattening a hand against Gerard's chest. Gerard seems to still when Frank touches him, but his hands clench into fists under Mikey's fingers. Mikey peers over his brother's head, sees Frank's tattooed hand on Gerard's pale sternum. He's surprised to see Gerard doesn't have a t-shirt underneath.
"Nice tits," Frank says, pushing Gerard's knees apart with his legs, "they look like they need to get fucked."
Mikey snorts at the line, expects Gerard to bitch at them for saying 'tits' so much, but his brother is quiet and still, chest rising and falling, looking up at Frank. They're all silent for a moment and Frank's face, intent and predatory, reminds Mikey of that night, the way he crowded that girl and held her down.
"Fuck," Frank says suddenly, grinning and slapping Gerard lightly on the cheek. Mikey feels his brother's body jolt. Frank looks up and meets his eyes. "He is *so* ready for me to whip my dick out right now."
"What?" Gerard says after a beat, struggling, and Mikey laughs, pulling him back up the bed a bit, not letting go.
"He wouldn't stop asking about it," Mikey confides. Gerard tries to turn his head to look at him but Mikey's got his wrists still pinned so his face just ends up in Mikey's neck.
"No shit." Frank laughs and props first one knee then the other on the bed on either side of Gerard. "Can't blame him."
"Hey! It wasn't like - I just didn't believe you, okay?" Gerard says, and bucks his hips to get Frank off but Frank's face just slides into this slow grin, eyes hooded, as he plants a hand on each of Gerard's shoulders.
"Careful," he says, leaning in and whispering in Gerard's ear. "I might get the wrong idea." He presses his own hips down, and Mikey's laugh dies in his throat when Frank's eyes meet his over Gerard's shoulder, the way Frank's jaw locks for the briefest second and his eyelids droop a bit. *Fuck, fuck.* Just like his face that night, sitting on the couch, watching that girl suck Mikey's dick.
"Frank," Mikey warns, meeting his gaze. He squeezes Gerard's wrists almost without realizing, his thighs tensing.
"What?" Frank's expression slides back from aroused to cocky, but he lets Mikey see it, like 'why can't we?' Frank's cheeks are pink.
"I still can't move," Gerard reminds them, body slack against Mikey's chest but his breathing heavy. (5,510 words)
author:desfinado  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  things:memories  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:d/s  relationship:Waycest  smut:bondage  smut:frottage  smut:masturbation  smut:threesome  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/OC(past)  pairing:Mikey/OC(past)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2010.Ways+1  posted:2010-08  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  smut:het.sex  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2010 by turlough
brooklinegirl: A Matter of Logistics
REC: High school AU where Frank wants Gerard to tell him about the logistics of going down on girls. This is awesome. Hilariously funny and so very hot. I love how this Frank and Gerard are just slightly larger than life but still so very believable. (2010-08-08)
QUOTE: Ray, sort of spinning back and forth in the half-broken desk chair by the desk (the back tended to fall off), laughed. "Gerard's right, dude," he said, grinning at Frank. "If your eyelashes don't end up sticky, you're doing something wrong."
Gerard looked at Frank. "Your eyelashes don't always end up sticky?" he said, still sounding surprised.
Frank blinked, confused. Wait. What did Gerard know about it? "I - well, no, not - I mean -"
Gerard stopped pouting at Mikey for not wanting to *so completely overshare* with his brother, and sighed. "Mine do, every time." He wiped one thumb over his eye now, like he was remembering or something. "It can be distracting," he said.
Wait. "Wait." Frank sat up as best he could on the beanbag. He looked at Gerard, then at Mikey, who looked really focused on the back issue of Doom Patrol on his lap, then at Ray - who shrugged and widened his eyes - and then back at Gerard. "You mean you -"
"Besides," Gerard said thoughtfully, sitting up now, and letting his sketch pad slide off his lap. "It *tastes* different, when a girl comes. You can totally tell."
Frank was staring. His mouth was open, too, but he couldn’t quite get himself together here. If ever in the world there was someone who he was pretty sure got less action than Frank, it had to be - *had to be* - Gerard. "Wait," he said again. "I mean - listen. How many girls have you gone down on?"
"Oh." Gerard fiddled with his pencil again, slouching back down on the bed and pulling his sketch pad close again. "Some. I mean -" He drew a little bit, then leaned back, studying the pad with a critical eye. "A few." He looked up.
Frank was staring at him, waiting, and he made a violent, 'well, elaborate on this turn of events, please!' motion with his arm. Ray was paying pretty close attention, too. Mikey had laid down on the floor and had his eyes shut again. (6,540 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/311788 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  things:memories  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  smut:masturbation  smut:rimming  smut:fucking  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/OC(past)  pairing:Gerard/OC(past)  pov:Frank  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  smut:het.sex  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2010 by turlough
nokomis305: The Sex Jacket Incident
REC: The high school AU where Gerard accidentally buys a sex jacket and Frank is very upset about it. So cute and funny, and Frank is so adorably grumpy. (2010-08-01)
QUOTE: It only gets worse as the day progresses. Frank in theory should be happy that his best friend seems to have stumbled into some sort of sex-god-popularity heretofore only experienced by rock stars, but... Frank doesn't want the whole school scheming to get into Gerard's pants. Gerard's too trusting, and Frank just knows it's going to end badly, and so he's going to be the one to defend Gerard's maidenly honor. Frank sighs loudly. "Dude, that's the fifth time you've sighed like that," Ray hisses. "Are you turning into Charlie Brown?" (5,270 words)
(also at http://nokomis305.livejournal.com/263989.html )
author:nokomis305  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:high.school  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pov:Frank  posted:2010-07  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/everyone(secondary) 
august 2010 by turlough
joanses: untitled fic
REC: Frank and Bob work in a bakery. This was such a sweet little ficlet. I really liked the careful way Bob worked on the wedding cake. (2010-08-01)
QUOTE: He picks up a tiny paintbrush, bristles damp, and smooths out the imperfections (not that there are any, Frank thinks). Bob's shoulders drop and Frank can see the tension drain out of him. Bob turns to look at Frank and offers a half smile, "I can't believe Mikey asked me to make his wedding cake." (395 words)
author:joanses  fandom:Bandom  activity:baking  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:baker/cook  relationship:marriage  relationship:UST  setting:bakery  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pov:Frank  posted:2010-07  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
august 2010 by turlough
ladyfoxxx: In Production
REC: The one where Gerard's a writer and film director and Pete's a producer. A great story that managed to make even someone like me, who doesn't even watch movies, care deeply about the making of the film and the trials and tribulations of the whole crew. The portrayal of the characters as dedicated professionals engrossed in their chosen work was very convincing and I paticularly loved the characterisations of Gerard and Pete. The very different ways their infatuations with Brian and Patrick developed felt completely true to their characters and positions. It was really interesting to see two so very different scenarios play out in the same story. (2010-07-04)
QUOTE: Gerard calls cut at the end of the take and Mikey nudges him, flashing his watch surreptitiously. They're forty five minutes past scheduled wrap. Gerard is desperate for another take, but the crew is about to hit golden time.
As if on cue Pete slides in beside him, outwardly calm but Gerard can see his fingers twitching, the tell that he's starting to wig out. It's Pete's balls that will be in the studio's vice when they get the bill for overtime. Joe hovers in the background, inconspicuously waiting to hear the next move.
"I need one more Pete."
"Do you really, really? Because I thought Andy was doing pretty good. Do you need me to quote figures at you again - two hundred crew on double time..."
"Look Pete, if we can't we can't - Bob can probably piece something together from the last three takes, but I think Andy is about to hit it. The next take is gonna fly, I can tell - it'll make the whole scene, bring it up to the next level."
Pete chews his lip, but Gerard knows he's already won. "Okay, one more. Get moving." Pete nods at Joe and Joe announces "Reset - going for another one" into his radio and the call is echoed around set by the other ADs.
Gerard dashes up into the hot lights of the set to talk to Andy. It takes barely three sentences to tell him what he needs to change and then Joe calls for camera set, the sound recordist announces "speed", Ray rolls camera and they're running another take. Gerard watches from the set, one eye on the monitor and one on Andy and fuck him sideways if Andy doesn't hit it, absolutely nail it.
He's got a huge grin on his face when he calls cut and Andy reflects it right back at him. It was fucking magic. The set is abuzz with good feeling when Joe calls out "That's a wrap! Thanks everyone!" the whole crew attuned to their director's good spirits. It's a good day.
Gerard stops to thank Ray again on his way out. Mikey appears beside him as they leave the set, running through his night schedule.
"Frank still needs you to come by Costume." Mikey doesn't even look up from his sidekick.
"Does it have to be tonight?"
"You've put him off three times. He says he's gonna set up camp in your trailer with five racks of outfits if you don't make it tonight."
"I guess we better go then." Gerard shoots Mikey a grin, still sailing on his high from set. (68,460 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/168161 )
author:ladyfoxxx  fandom:Bandom  activity:film.making  activity:drinking  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:film  occupation:director  occupation:writer  occupation:stuntman  occupation:producer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:phone.sex  smut:masturbation  smut:exhibitionism  setting:film.studio  setting:office  geography:Australia  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Brian/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary)  pairing:Bob/Ryan(secondary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pov:Gerard  pov:Pete  challenge:2010.BBB  posted:2010-06  recced:2010-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff 
july 2010 by turlough
ciel_vert & fleurdeliser: Between the Wish and the Thing
REC: In which Frank comes to visit Gerard in LA and there is lots of cuddling and domesticity and pining and an adorable Peppers. This was so sweet and happymaking. (2010-06-27)
QUOTE: "For fuck's sake, I told you Frank's not my boyfriend."
Mikey sighs the sigh of the long suffering, then says, "Why the fuck not?"
Gerard... really has no answer for that. So he says, "He's sick, Mikes, I don't want him to think it's because I'm like, Florence Nightingale or some shit."
"Frank is *always* sick, you're so full of shit. Do something, dude. He stayed there to be sick in *your* house. He could be home letting his mom take care of him."
This time Gerard sighs. "He's only here still because he found a good doctor and wants to continue under his care."
"Oh for fuck's sake, if I could commit fratricide through the phone, I would right now," Mikey deadpans.
"Okay, first, don't be an asshole," Gerard replies, unamused. "And second, we've known each other for *years*. If Frank felt like that, he'd have done something."
"Did *you*?" Mikey counters.
Again, Gerard really doesn't have an answer. So he says, "Whatever, Mikey. I'm hanging up now. Frank needs to take his pills in a few minutes and he never wakes up to his alarm when he naps." Gerard can practically hear Mikey roll his eyes.
"Fine. But you've both been dancing around this for years. And as much as I enjoy making fun of you for it, it's getting a little old."
Gerard hangs up on him and grabs Frank's pill bottles and a glass of water and sits down on the edge of the guest bed and shakes Frank awake.
Frank makes an annoyed sound and rolls over, smushing his face against Gerard's thigh. "Nnnnnnnn dun wanna." (23,860 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/186957 )
author:ciel_vert  author:fleurdeliser  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.dogs  condition:illness  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2010.BBB  posted:2010-06  recced:2010-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
june 2010 by turlough
soundslikej: Talking Points
REC: President Way has had a hard day, Frank knows exactly how to make him feel better. A pwp in the White House AU universe (http://lordessrenegade.livejournal.com/263030.htm) , which I haven't read but it didn't really matter, the story made sense anyway. It's fun and sweet and hot with some great snark and banter. (2010-02-14)
QUOTE: Gerard's eyes went dark. "No," he agreed. "It's really not." He lay there staring at Frank for so long that Frank had to squirm against him to get his attention. "I'm going to need my hands back," he reminded him. "Oh," Gerard said, a little dazed, then nodded quickly, releasing Frank's wrists. "Right. Yeah." Frank laughed quietly. "What would the country say if they knew how you looked when you were about to get fucked?" he asked. "You'd never get any work done again." (2,260 words)
(also at http://soundslikej.livejournal.com/319751.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/231331)
fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:politician  occupation:personal.assistant  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:The.Hush.Sound  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:Frank  posted:2010-02  recced:2010-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  author:soundslikej  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP 
february 2010 by turlough
earlofcardigans: Kings and Queens of Dirt and Light
REC: Another story in the same universe as 'Hollow Out Your Heart...' & 'Break It Down...'. I love this universe so much, it's so warm and happymaking, and this story is just so well, *cozy* with the way they snuggle and how close they all are, both physically and mentally. (2010-02-07)
QUOTE: When he looks at her again, she's smiling at him in that way she has that's just for him. Bob learned it pretty early on. It was weird and kind of jolting, and he had squirreled it away thinking that no one else was going to know that Lindsey made him that bubbly and explosive under his skin, like Bob was a science experiment under glass and Lindsey was dreaded oxygen.
The only other person that had made him ever feel weird under his skin was Gerard, and while that had turned out well, Bob didn't want to think at the time he could count on any sort of streak.
Lindsey taps the fingernails of her hand, some blood red and some bitten off, against his leg and says his name, low and insistent.
"It's okay." She smooths her hand over his forehead, sits up briskly and shakes her head, though, and says, "I think we should talk about Gerard. He's working too much. Already. Too much work. It's not even two weeks into the year. What are we going to do to fix him, Bob?"
She smiles then and Bob is sure he's in trouble. He sends mental signals to Gerard to run far and fast if he's around because Lindsey looks like she already has a plan and that that plan is devious. (1,320 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/562134 )
author:earlofcardigans  fandom:Bandom  activity:photography  concept:polyamory  relationship:established  relationship:poly  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pov:Bob  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary) 
february 2010 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: untitled fic
REC: Frank is all for Brian and Gerard fixing their shit and settling down forever but he can't help being worried about the band. Lovely timestamp fic from the end of the Black Parade tour/beginning of the hiatus in the 'Foundations' universe. I love seeing pairings from "the outside" and this Frank feels so right. (2010-01-24)
QUOTE: It's just stress. Everyone's stretched too thin, Gerard most visibly of all of them. They try to give the two of them space to shout at each other. and Frank in particular does a lot of pretending he can't overhear. Because that's what you do when you eavesdrop. You pretend. And right, okay, eavesdropping is wrong but he's concerned about the band, okay? Everyone's burnt out. Everyone's tired. None of them are having fun anymore, Gerard in particular, and while he knows that it's all of them that make up the band, he's not kidding himself. If Gerard is done, then My Chemical Romance is done. (1,320)
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  tour:2007-2008.Black.Parade  time:the.hiatus  setting:on.tour  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Brian/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pov:Frank  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
january 2010 by turlough
mrsronweasley: Gathered Here to Witness
REC: Gerard and Frank meet at Mikey's wedding. This is a wonderful story. It's just as much about Gerard, home from France and reconnecting with his family at his brother's wedding, as it is about him hooking up with Frank. I particularly liked the scenes when Gerard's talking to his parents and the unhurried pacing and how just the right scenes were embellished to make the whole universe come alive. Don't miss the sequel 'In the Springtime' (2010-01-24)
QUOTE: His work is just too difficult to sum up off-handedly like this, it could take hours. "Crazy," Peter supplies. "He draws a lot of dick," Mikey's voice pops out of nowhere and Gerard groans and buries his head in his hands. "I hate you." "You can't hate me. I'm a married man!" The glee in Mikey's voice is nearly audible over Chantal’s hooting laughter. "That doesn't make any sense," Gerard reminds him, but looks up and smiles, anyway. (13,370 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/258727 & http://mrsronweasley.livejournal.com/938660.html )
author:mrsronweasley  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:sobriety  concept:family  occupation:artist/designer  things:memories  relationship:brothers  relationship:marriage  smut:rimming  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:wedding  setting:b&b/hotel  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/OC(past)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2010.No.Tags  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff 
january 2010 by turlough
wasoncedelight: Are We The Parts, Are We The Whole
REC: Bob and Gerard and Lindsey and changes. A wonderfully quiet and lovely story. I loved this Bob, his worries and how in love he was, and the way Gerard and Lindsey loved him back and made this place for the three of them. (2010-01-17)
QUOTE: Everything's different when Lindsey gets pregnant.
She and Gerard are in L.A. instead of New York, and the only bruises on Bob's skin are the ones he banged to the surface himself. He shares his bed in Chicago with three dogs instead of two people and tells himself he isn't lonely. And it's easy to miss a phone call or ten, between the break and Bob's surgery and Gerard playing bandwife.
But then Bob's phone rings on a Tuesday afternoon, and it's both of them on the other end of the line, their voices high and happy, tripping over each other to tell him the news and demand that he get his ass out to L.A. all in the same breath.
"Yeah?" Bob asks, halfway between surprised and relieved, his heart lodged somewhere between his chest and his throat. He's thrilled, and fucking terrified, because it's been too long and nothing's the same; he doesn't know what to think or how to feel, except that holy shit, Lindsey's gonna have a baby. And he misses them.
"Yeah!" Gerard laughs. "C'mon, we haven't seen you in forever."
"Please?" Lindsey says, and twelve hours later Bob's putting the first of two thousand miles under the Jeep's tires.
But it's different. In Bob's head, if not quite his heart, it's different. (1,520 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/3238307 & http://sleepingcities.livejournal.com/5431.html )
author:wasoncedelight  fandom:Bandom  concept:family  concept:polyamory  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:poly  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:Chicago  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pov:Bob  challenge:2010.No.Tags  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary) 
january 2010 by turlough
earlofcardigans: Hollow Out Your Heart, Refill It, Watch It Kindle
REC: Gerard and Lindsey are missing Bob. An absolutely lovely prequel to 'Break It Down, Spill It Wide, Laugh It Off' with a wonderfully bittersweet atmosphere. I loved the way they connected, all three of them. (2010-01-10)
QUOTE: He doesn't mean to call Bob so late. He never means to, Lindsey says, and she's right, but there are just times when the only thing that cuts through Gerard's sleepless, fuzzy haze is Bob's voice. He quit trying to figure that out a long time ago. Bob lets Gerard attach himself to him, and he anchors all of them. Gerard needs that more than Lindsey, he knows, and sometimes he needs to hear Bob to know that they are on the same plane, that they are still 'Bob and Gerard' and nothing has changed in the darkest dark past midnight and crept up to somehow lie to him.
He doesn't bother leaving the bed, doesn't bother saying hi even when Bob answers. Gerard wants a timeline. It's all he ever wants: a countdown to when he knows things will be back to even, no matter the odds.
"Are you coming home? For Christmas, I mean." Gerard rolls over and breathes Lindsey's scent from his pillow. He knows Bob can still hear him, still understand him.
Gerard knows it's cheesy, but when he listens to Bob spark a cigarette and not answer him, he thinks about how Bob has been the only one that always heard him. Until Bob, until Lindsey, Gerard hadn't been sure of anything in his head. No matter what Mikey said. (1,170 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/562132 )
author:earlofcardigans  fandom:Bandom  concept:polyamory  condition:insomnia  relationship:established  relationship:poly  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:Chicago  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Bob  pov:Lindsey  challenge:2009.MCR.Secret.Santa  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study 
january 2010 by turlough
clumsygyrl: A Star Over Bethlehem
REC: There's a suprise waiting for Brian at home. So much fun. (2010-01-10)
QUOTE: "...But how?" Ray asked poking at Frank's stomach gingerly. Frank sighed and flopped back on the bed. His back hurt. His ankles were swollen and he needed to pee, but he didn't think he could get enough momentum to get off the bed. The thought that he was that big made him want to cry. "Fuck you. You know how this happened." Ray's eyes widened and he looked over at Jamia. She held up her hands and then shook her head. "Do not look at me. I don't have the moving parts for that." Frank groaned and tried to kick his wife. (293 words)
author:clumsygyrl  fandom:Bandom  condition:mpreg  holiday:Christmas  relationship:established  relationship:poly  time:the.hiatus  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Brian/Frank/Jamia(primary)  pov:Frank  posted:2009-12  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
january 2010 by turlough
clumsygyrl: And A Partridge
REC: A family photo session. So cute and funny. (2010-01-10)
QUOTE: "I don't want to do this." "It'll be cute!" "You're not the one with branches," Gerard muttered. Lindsey rolled her eyes and fixed the setting on the camera. (99 words)
author:clumsygyrl  fandom:Bandom  beings:kids  activity:photography  holiday:Christmas  relationship:established  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-12  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:genre:fluff 
january 2010 by turlough
runauberginerun: Frank's Life, So Hard
REC: In which Frank shares a flat with Mikey and meets Gerard for the first time. So cute and funny. (2010-01-03)
QUOTE: The only reason he had agreed to go pick his roommate's crazy brother from the bus stop in the middle of the night in December was that Frank was a kind-hearted soul and an awesome best friend and Mikey would owe him forever. That and he was pretty sure he'd fed Piglet Tree way too many treats that afternoon and she'd probably start puking them all over Mikey and Alicia's feet right about then. It's not like he'd ever met this Gerard person before, the mysterious, Gollum-like artist (what was with the basement thing anyway?) but Mikey said he'd recognize him instantly, which was good because Frank had no intention to freeze his balls in the cold any longer than necessary. It turned out to be even easier than he'd thought because there was only one person at the bus stop and he was wearing a Gryffindor scarf. (982 words)
author:runauberginerun  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.dogs  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:UST  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pov:Frank  posted:2009-12  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
january 2010 by turlough
earlofcardigans: When Robot Armageddon Comes, Will You Be By My Side?
REC: The one where Mikey wants Bob to save him from robot armageddon. This story made me giggle a lot, it was so much fun and so adorable. (2010-01-03)
QUOTE: Bob wakes up to sirens again, this time though, they aren't from his phone, and he's got Mikey plastered to his side and a wicked crick in his neck. They fell asleep on the fucking couch, and now the whole damn kitchen is on fire. He blinks sixty times like it will make his hearing better and shakes Mikey awake. "Dude. Your kitchen is howling." Bob stands up slowly. "Robot Armageddon. I knew that toaster with the egg cooker on the side was a bad idea. It's probably recalculating the satellite position of something important by now. What have I done?" Mikey stands up even slower. They walk to the kitchen glued together, but the only thing they find is a fat dog trying to scratch its way outside. (1,820 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/562124 & http://community.livejournal.com/sarcasticarray/14965.html )
author:earlofcardigans  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.dogs  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  time:the.hiatus  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.New.Year's.Swap  posted:2009-12  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
january 2010 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: Screw Angels, This Bell's Ringing in Wings for Me
REC: A "higher power" gives Pete a lesson by trading his celebrity life for the domestic one he passed by. I was a little wary of this at first - I've got a deep hatred of plots that involves so-called "higher powers" messing with people's lives - but it's a fabulous story, engrossing and heartbreaking and hopeful and absolutely wonderful. The characterisations are great, the writer made me care about Pete, and I love the way the friendship between him & Patrick and him & Gerard was written. (2010-01-03)
QUOTE: "No shit. I went to sleep last night on my couch, in my house, in fucking California and I woke up in bed with a guy I haven't spoken to since 2005. So yeah, I'd say it's the fucking opposite of funny." Gerard is staring at him. He's staring at him with his mouth in a thin line and his eyes narrowed. He keeps Pete fixed in that look for fucking ages. Then he blinks and says "Oh, my God, you're serious." (52,840 words) (or here http://dancinbutterfly.livejournal.com/301082.html )
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  activity:adoption  activity:drug.use  concept:addiction  activity:drinking  beings:kids  beings:animals.dogs  beings:animals.cats  concept:alternate.world  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:family  condition:insomnia  condition:mental.illness  holiday:Christmas  things:memories  things:snow  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:breakup  relationship:marriage  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  time:future  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pov:Pete  challenge:2009.New.Year's.Swap  posted:2009-12  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:movie  pairing:Mikey/Pete(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Patrick/Rihanna(secondary) 
january 2010 by turlough
earlofcardigans: Break It Down, Spill It Wide, Laugh It Off
REC: Bob talks to his band and has a birthday. This was so sweet and happy-making. I especially loved Bob's conversation with Brian. (2009-12-20)
QUOTE: "You should reign in your fucking band. Iero's insulting fans all over the place."
"You should talk to your fucking friends instead of stalking them online. What's up with you, Schechter? Where are you right now? Do you have the Google Earth positioned over me and Gerard? Can you see me flipping you off?"
Gerard looked up at Bob with questioning eyes, but Bob just shook his head. Gerard turned over in Bob's lap and stared back at the TV.
"Anyway. Happy birthday, asshole." Brian sounded sincere about it. And the thing with Brian was that he always was sincere about calling people assholes. He really meant it. Bob appreciated that in Brian from way back. Part of the reason they were friends.
"Aww thanks, B, for the touching sentiment. Where's my present?"
"You should have dinner with me some time and come get it." Brian was doing that thing where he twisted his shirt around his hand. Bob could totally tell.
"You should come to my completely and utterly a surprise to me party and bring it." Bob pretended to ignore Gerard's frantic face.
"I don't know if that's a good idea." More shirt twisting. It was a wonder any of his clothes fit. (1,650 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/562133 )
author:earlofcardigans  fandom:Bandom  concept:polyamory  things:cupcakes  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:poly  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  posted:2009-12  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) 
december 2009 by turlough
piratesunk: Fit To Be Tied
REC: The one where Frank is a bartender and a bit of an asshole and Gerard is an alcoholic with a lot of baggage. Frank is also a werewolf which makes their attempt at a relationship even more complicated. I really liked the characterisations of Frank and Gerard in this story. They have depth and history, and the way they think and act all through the story felt very "real" and plausible. I also really liked how things are allowed to take their time. The narrative isn't rushed into a swift and easy solution but lets the characters fumble around and make mistakes and get over things. (2009-12-20)
QUOTE: Frank knows he's going to have to make it without Gerard for five days and five nights. He doesn't have a choice. If he did, he would make all this shit go away and be a normal dude with a hot and normal boyfriend who he is dying to see naked again some time soon without either of them being drunk.
He turns off his phone, sets up his alarm clock and jumps into his bed to get a few more hours of sleep.
Sometimes, when he's coming home from work at four or five in the morning, Frank misses sleeping in his bed. He misses sleeping more than three hours straight too. He doesn't mind waking up next to Gerard every other morning and making him a cup of coffee before Gerard has to leave for work, though. It's a pretty sweet deal because he gets to make out with Gerard as much as he wants.
When Frank wakes up, Peppers is barking at him, barking at the alarm clock and bouncing up and down onto Frank's back.
He's not sure how long his alarm clock has been ringing but Frank is late. Frank growls out of frustration before rolling out of bed. He cuddles with Peppers for a few minutes before shoving her stuff into a duffel bag. She gets into her cage without making too much fuss.
Frank doesn't have time to shower or shave. He doesn't even have time to eat something on his way out.
It's almost four thirty in the afternoon and sun is already starting to set behind the snow clouds. Frank rushes over to the bar and Bob is waiting for him on the sidewalk, smoking and looking a little impatient.
"Close one," he says, taking Peppers and cage and petting her through the bars.
"I overslept."
Frank ruffles his own messy hair and heads straight for the cellar. He can already feel his blood boil and his heart pounding, fast and loud, about to break out of his chest.
Bob puts Peppers' cage on a table and follows Frank down the stairs.
"Your boyfriend keeping you up all night?" he asks with a grin and looks at the tiny window while Frank strips naked.
"Shut up."
Frank lets Bob tie him up, his wrists and his ankles restrained, the chains on the wall rattling as Frank sits down on his old smelly sheets. (55,740 words)
author:piratesunk  fandom:Bandom  concept:addiction  activity:drinking  activity:transformation.animate  activity:brawling  beings:animals.dogs  beings:werewolves  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:sobriety  concept:violence  condition:injury  condition:illness  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:bondage  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Jepha(past)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-12  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Bob/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Frank/OC(secondary)  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter 
december 2009 by turlough
chalcopyrite: Ways and Strays
REC: Bob works at an animal shelter, Frank volunteers and brings along some of his friends. This was so much fun! The guys fit fabulously into the setting, especially Bob, and I love the whole atmosphere of friendship and fun. Nothing much happens but it does so in a wonderfully happy-making way. (2009-12-20)
QUOTE: Even if Frank could only do a couple of hours a week, it would help Bob feel like he could stop to breathe. "So have you worked with animals before?" Please say yes, please say yes.
"No," Frank said. "Well, not apart from, like, petsitting for friends. Does that count?"
'Good enough.' "Sure," Bob said. "When can you start?"
"That's it?" Frank asked. "I mean - don't you want to check I'm not a crazed dog hoarder or something?"
Bob eyed him up and down. "Are you now or have you ever been a crazed dog hoarder?"
"Good enough." Bob waved a hand. "Seriously, I'll check you're not a drug runner or whatever later, or Brian will," he pointed in the general direction of the clinic, "but right now I'm just happy to see a warm body, and I'm in the middle of feeding. Wanna follow along and I can show you what's here?"
"Yeah, great," Frank said. "Lemme guess, these are the dogs."
Bob grinned back. "Yeah, adults and puppies. The yard for the big guys is out to the side, you probably saw it when you came in. There's a separate run at the back for these guys." He pointed at the cages of tiny furballs.
"Dude, *puppies*!" Frank said, which was sort of how Bob felt about it himself, so that was good. "How many are there?" (8,710 words)
(also at http://chalcopyrite.livejournal.com/151931.html )
author:chalcopyrite  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.dogs  beings:animals.cats  beings:animals.hamsters  beings:animals.others  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:animal.handler  occupation:veterinarian  relationship:friendship  setting:animal.shelter  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.AU  posted:2009-12  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  pairing:Ray/Christa(secondary)  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Bob/Frank(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
december 2009 by turlough
tabula_x_rasa: Meet in the After Awhile (World War I 'verse 2)
REC: Mikey and Alicia's wedding in November 1919, everyone is there. A sequel to the absolutely fabulous WWI fic 'Up the Line'. It's charming and happy-making with just enough seriousness to keep it from becoming totally saccharine. (2009-12-13)
QUOTE: "Why can't Gerard do this?" Mikey complained. Gerard and Frank had woken up obscenely early anyway, something to do with time zones. Mikey knew what time they'd gotten up because they'd run upstairs to jump on Mikey's head.
"Gerard just got home!" Donna sounded scandalized. "And he has a guest!"
Mikey swallowed his protests about Frank being a *guest*, even though that was ridiculous - it was *Frank* - and did as his mother told him.
"You have to go to the stationer's and you have to go to the candy store, and the haberdasher's -"
"I don't even know where that is," Mikey protested.
Donna gave him a Look. "Then it's about time you found out, isn't it?"
Gerard and Frank volunteered to go to the candy store, of course, but that was one trip Mikey wasn't skipping. They picked up the three pounds of sweets Alicia had selected for wedding favors, and then bought another half-dollar's worth of candy for themselves. They picked up name cards and packets of ribbons and gauze (although the shop girl glared at Mikey when he called it gauze) and, after all this embarrassing shopping, they finally got to have lunch. (9,940 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/230426 )
author:tabula_x_rasa  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:war  things:memories  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:marriage  period:1910s  setting:wedding  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pov:Mikey  posted:2009-11  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  universe:World.War.I.verse  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
december 2009 by turlough
seimaisin: Chasing Starlight
REC: A space AU in wich Bob is a cargo pilot and Mikey is an escaped prisoner with no memory. Together they travel the galaxy in search of his past. A very entertaining story with some really excellent worldbuilding. (2009-12-13)
QUOTE: Bob was halfway through his meal before he managed to get the wrapper open. Mikey made a face at the rubbery substance and bit a corner off experimentally. "Huh," he repeated. "If you've never seen a meal packet before, you must normally travel the lanes in a higher class vehicle than this." "I have no idea." Mikey took a larger bite. "I keep trying to remember things, and it's like something just punched a hole in the back of my brain." "You know your name," Bob pointed out, "and you know where you were. That's a start." (32,660 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/108767 )
author:seimaisin  fandom:Bandom  activity:kidnapping  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  concept:hostage  concept:violence  concept:quest  condition:amnesia  condition:injury  occupation:pilot  occupation:vigilante  occupation:businessman  occupation:guard  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:alien.planet  setting:bar/club  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.Drawn.To  posted:2009-12  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Bob/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary) 
december 2009 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Whatever I Want (Whatever That Is)
REC: Frank keeps walking in on Gerard having sex. This was so much fun and so hot. Poor, frustrated Frank :-) (2009-12-06)
QUOTE: Jesus. Frank couldn't take his eyes away, but he knew he shouldn't be watching - Gerard had pointed that out after the incident with the merch girl, Jo - a gentle reminder that all aspects of sex should be with the consent of all parties involved, and standing there and watching without an invite wasn't cool.
Whatever. Frank didn't need to be seeing this anyway. He pulled back around the corner of the bus, and took a second to gather himself, pressing his temple to the cool metal of the bus and just breathing. The thing was, Gerard wasn't quiet, so Frank could hear his moan from here. And Frank knew that Gerard *thought* he was stealth when he was jerking off, but how he'd get lost in it - how Frank fucking knew, from touring in the bus, and the van - the *sound* Gerard made when he crossed the line from just having some personal funtimes to really getting ramped up, getting close. Gerard would get lost in it and forget about everything else - privacy, quiet, the complete fucking lack of personal space in the bus.
So yeah, Frank knew what that moan meant. Deep in Gerard's throat, breathless - it meant that Gerard was getting close. Frank didn't want to look - he refused to. He just shut his eyes tight, but fuck, that made it worse. All he could hear was the wet slip-slide of Gerard's cock into the guy's mouth, and Gerard groaning, then fucking *whimpering* as the guy apparently did something really fucking good with his tongue, and then Gerard was saying, "Fuck, you've got to - I'm going to - I'm close, I'm *close* -"
Frank was holding his breath and listening way too hard for the noise Gerard made when he came, backed up by the quiet, obscene sound of the guy's hand sliding wetly over his cock.
Jesus Christ. Frank was rock-hard in his jeans, and he pressed the heel of his hand against his erection, biting his lip hard to keep from making a sound. (9,450 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/311781 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  concept:stagegay  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:voyeurism  smut:exhibitionism  smut:masturbation  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:on.tour  geography:US:Chicago  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Frank  posted:2009-11  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  smut:het.sex  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/OC(secondary) 
december 2009 by turlough
ciel_vert: I'm Gonna Love You With My Hands Tied
REC: Frank thought they were done with this. A story about a suprise blowjob. I really liked this story. The structure really worked for me, it made everything feel very immediate and present. And I loved the way Frank's feelings and their easy conversation told us so much more about their long shared history and possible future than what is ever stated outright. And the sex was really hot too. (2009-12-06)
QUOTE: Gerard starts to get up off the floor, and Frank gathers as much strength as he can at the moment to help him up. Once he's standing, Gerard leans against Frank and nuzzles his face in Frank's neck. He rocks his hips against Frank's, and Frank can feel Gerard's dick, hard and wet, sliding against him. Frank puts his hands on Gerard's shoulders and turns them until Gerard's the one leaning against the wall, then drops slowly to his knees. He reaches up and pulls Gerard's jeans further down his hips. "Frankie," Gerard says, shakily. (1,440 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/165846 )
author:ciel_vert  fandom:Bandom  concept:polyamory  things:memories  relationship:friendship  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  time:the.hiatus  setting:recording.studio  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:Frank  posted:2009-11  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP 
december 2009 by turlough
nahemaraxe: Love Me Dead
REC: Bob and Gerard are in love. They're also dead. I think this is the first story I've read where the main characters are zombies and I ended up having to not think too closely about some of the details, but it's such a sweet and funny story with a tiny touch of seriousness, that I loved it completely anyway. Bob and Gerard are totally adorable together. (2009-11-29)
QUOTE: Frank's almost done with Bob's ring finger when Gerard shows up. He's carrying a painted urn with him - Bob knows shit about art, so he's got no opinion about it - and looks pretty pleased with himself. "It went great!" he exclaims as he sits down next to Bob. "People liked it, and *they* liked it, too." "They who?" asks Alicia, and at her side, Mikey tilts his head in silent question, 'Yeah, who?' "They *them*. The ashes. They rattled in their urns the whole time." "I see." Frank nods gravely. "And how can you tell a happy rattling from an angry one?" "I just know, okay?" (5,370 words)
author:nahemaraxe  fandom:Bandom  beings:zombies  beings:animals.others  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:bar/club  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.Rare.Pairing  posted:2009-11  recced:2009-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
november 2009 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: Foundations
REC: Gerard and Brian have had an open but serious relationship since the beginning. Projekt Revolution changes everything. This is a very believable story about a couple who's been together for a long time but hasn't really talked to each other in too long. It's intense and even heartbreaking at times. The characters are all excellent and they feel like the grownups they're supposed to be. They might be silly and stupid and stubborn and both Brian and Gerard are fucking up big time, but they're doing it like adults. (2009-11-29)
QUOTE: "There's someone," Gerard begins then breaks off. He inhales loudly through his nose than breathes out in a sound like a wind storm in Brian's ear. "On the tour. There's someone, Lyn-Z. You know her, the bassist from MSI? I really like her, Brian."
Fuck. Fucking motherfuck. Brian counts to five, then nods even though Gerard can't see him. There's never been a call like this before. He's trying to remember. He was there for the Bert thing. Hell, he'd joined them a few times, even though Bert is so not his fucking type. Adam was a fling and so was Patrick, so there were no goddamn phone calls. Only now there are. "Oh."
"Things are just." Gerard heaves a frustrated sigh, but he doesn't seem to be frustrated at Brian, just in general. "Brian, things could get complicated really fast here."
There's about ten seconds where that doesn't even register for Brian. It's just noise ricocheting around his eardrums and bouncing off his brain. And then it does, and he feels like he's been punched in the fucking nuts. "Right."
"Like, if I let myself, I could fall for this girl. Like I could fucking marry her." Gerard says that on a whisper, but Brian hears him anyway.
It's really good that he's lying down already. Because he would've tripped over something or dropped the phone or something. As it is, he presses his palms against his eyebrows. "You've been on tour two fucking weeks."
"I know. I know it's crazy, but, I mean, she's hot and she's funny and she's so fucking smart, and she can fucking shred like Mikey only more, and it's like. It's like..."
Brian drops one hand from his face to his chest, just to make sure it's still closed, that the flesh and bone are still knitted together and that his insides only feel like they've ripped out and haven't actually come free. It pisses him off, because anything that hurts like this should leave some physical fucking sign, damnit.
"Brian it's like -"
"I don't fucking care what it's like, Gerard." His voice breaks on the name, and he's glad he's alone, because he's not the kind of man who is okay crying in front of people. He does anger so much better than hurt. "Why are you calling me?"
"Because she's awesome. She's awesome and I could go down so fucking hard for her, but I need you to tell me why I shouldn't, okay? Tell me why I shouldn't." (11,360 words)
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.cats  occupation:manager  things:memories  relationship:established  relationship:brothers  relationship:breakup  setting:on.tour  tour:2007.Project.Revolution  setting:on.break  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Brian/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pairing:Gerard/Patrick(past)  pairing:Adam/Gerard(past)  pov:Gerard  pov:Brian  challenge:2009.Rare.Pairing  posted:2009-11  recced:2009-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study 
november 2009 by turlough
earlofcardigans: The Colors of Your Soul Look Like Calico
REC: Just an ordinary day in the Way-Iero household. A warm and happy-making little AU. (2009-11-22)
QUOTE: "Why do you hate me, Gerard Way, love of my fucking life, when all I do is try to cuddle you in your sleep? Why are you so mean to me with your cold feet and cat blanket-stealing ways?" Frank scoots over and presses his face into Gerard's back, sneaks his hands around and under his t-shirt to trap him back in the bed. "You practically kicked me out of bed. I'll go make the coffee if you put our clothes back in the dryer. We'll be warm inside and out." Gerard laces his fingers with Frank's but peels them off one by one and stands up. "We have to go?" Frank's hair is messed up on one side, and he hasn't really opened his eyes yet. Gerard wants to pretty much cuddle him back to sleep. (1,030 words)
author:earlofcardigans  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.dogs  concept:art  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:established  relationship:marriage  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-11  recced:2009-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
november 2009 by turlough
desfinado: Before and After
REC: The one where Mikey's fascinated by Gerard's new hair. A story about bleach jobs and frottage. Well-written Waycest is far too rare but this story is truely excellent. The brother dynamics are wonderful and so is the Mikey characterisation. The way he's fascinated and attracted by Gerard and his new hair while at the same time being completely weirded-out - both by the way Gerard is reacting and by his own feelings - feels very plausible. As do the way their relationship is slowly being redefined. And the shower scene at the end is awesome. Its atmosphere is like a concentrate of the whole story, a mix of strong attraction and stomach-churning discomfort. It's intense and a bit awkward and very, very hot. (2009-11-15)
QUOTE: "And it's just fucking weird, okay? You've had long black hair for as long as I can remember. I'm used to my brother being a basement nerd, not a blond, like, twink."
Mikey squeezes his eyes shut as Gerard barks out a laugh, hears the heel of his boot hit the slushy pavement.
"Did you seriously just call me something from *gay porn*?"
"That's not the only place people use it. God," Mikey huffs out but can't help smiling as he does so.
He feels like explaining: 'it's the way you swing your hips', or 'your eyes look brighter and your face looks like angles and lines', or 'it's the way you pout your lips without realizing every time you fix your hair'. But he knows it would dig him deeper. Sometimes Mikey likes to dig himself deeper because it makes everyone else laugh, but something about these words feels like they might be awkward.
Mikey doesn't meet Gerard's eyes as he turns to the door, but he props it open with his now-damp canvas shoes and does a little bow, one hand extended to the side.
Gerard laughs under his breath, flicking his cigarette out past Mikey's peripheral vision, and passes by him, skipping and swinging his arms back and forth. Mikey coughs away a startled laugh and follows, letting the heavy door bang shut behind them.
"Yeah, well, I don't take it back," he says.
He thinks, 'this is what my brother's confidence looks like'. (10,360 words)
author:desfinado  fandom:Bandom  things:Gerard's.platinum.hair  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:d/s  smut:hairpulling  smut:frottage  smut:masturbation  smut:shower.sex  setting:on.tour  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2009-11  recced:2009-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
november 2009 by turlough
harborshore: Look Out Tonight
REC: Bob is not impressed by this Angel guy. A very fun and sweet crossover with great dialogue. Always-a-girl isn't really my thing but this scenario wouldn't have been half as effective if Bob had been a guy. Cordelia is kick-ass and so is Bob. (2009-11-08)
QUOTE: Bob can't help but smile at that, the near-perfect echo of her own thoughts, and doesn't say anything as Cordelia pushes her jeans leg up and starts cleaning her off, all the while talking about the need to be careful, but somehow she doesn't annoy Bob while doing it. Mostly because she doesn't sound like she thinks Bob should be wearing a dress and leaving the fighting to the boys. "Angel should know better, too," Cordelia says suddenly. "Really? His name is Angel?" Bob knows she's betraying her amusement and that Angel is still in the room, but whatever. (593 words)
(also at http://harborshore.livejournal.com/44211.html?thread=768179#t768179)
author:harborshore  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Buffy  beings:vampires  beings:demons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  concept:always.a.girl  condition:injury  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  posted:2009-11  recced:2009-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:tv.show  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) 
november 2009 by turlough
pearl_o: Feel Better the Heavier They Get
REC: Gerard's life is pretty much perfect but there is something more he wants. Breathplay is one of my kinks but this porny little ficlet with its wonderful characterisations and character interaction is so much more than "just" an ordinary PWP. (2009-11-08)
QUOTE: Lindsey was right, of course, because she was a fucking genius. Someone who had seen him at his worst, someone who loved him anyway, someone he'd trust with his life. Someone who'd understand without him having to explain.
Brian took it in and was silent for thirty seconds. The first thing he said was, "How hard?"
Gerard swallowed. He could feel his pulse speeding up, just from *that*. "Not hard. I can't fuck up my voice, obviously. And it's not a pain thing, you know. I just need to feel it. That's the important thing." (884 words)
(also at http://schmerica.dreamwidth.org/1095237.html )
author:pearl_o  fandom:Bandom  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:poly  smut:breathplay  smut:frottage  smut:handjob  time:the.hiatus  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2009.Kink.Bingo  posted:2009-11  recced:2009-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pairing:Brian/Gerard(primary) 
november 2009 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: The End of the Beginning
REC: Gerard and Bob are back from the war. Lindsey and Alicia have been sharing a house. Things get complicated. A beautiful AU that's sad and melancholic but with an ending that's full of hope. The atmosphere and setting feel very true to the period and the quiet, understated writing that make it feel very real and solid. The characterisations and the way their relationships grow and change are fantastic. (2009-10-11)
QUOTE: Bob's eyes slid closed for just a moment before he groaned and wrenched his collar out of Gerard's grasp. [...] "You weren't supposed to know," he said finally, matter-of-factly. "But you knowing... it doesn't change anything." "It changes everything!" Gerard insisted. "No," Bob replied shortly. "It doesn't." And he turned away, leaving Gerard to study the implacable set of his shoulders till he finally turned and retreated to the silent house. (14,920 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187224 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  concept:char.death(past)  concept:war  concept:art  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:polyamory  condition:PTSD  condition:insomnia  things:memories  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:teacher  occupation:mechanic  relationship:poly  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:established  period:1940s  period:WWII  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Mikey/Alicia(past)  pov:Gerard  pov:Lindsey  challenge:2009.H/C  posted:2009-10  recced:2009-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:femslash  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pairing:Bob/Lindsey(primary)  pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pairing:Lindsey/Alicia(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Ray/Christa(secondary) 
october 2009 by turlough
harborshore: untitled fic
REC: Bob and Willow at the end of a hard night's slaying. This is another wonderful little Buffy crossover. It's both a little sad and very sweet. (2009-10-11)
QUOTE: He groans when someone knocks on the door, because he doesn't think he can take company right now. Still goes and gets the door, though, but not without checking who it is (Bob has never been dumb, and Sunnydale's made him downright sharp), and he blinks in surprise when he sees Willow outside. She doesn't say anything when he lets her in, just shakes her head when he asks if she wants anything. Finally, after both of them staring helplessly at each other for a bit, her face crumples. (474 words)
author:harborshore  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Buffy  beings:werewolves  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  relationship:friendship  geography:myth:Sunnydale  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Willow.Rosenberg(primary)  pov:Bob  posted:2009-10  recced:2009-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  fic:source:tv.show 
october 2009 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: The Beat That My Heart Skipped
The Ace of Cake AU in which Gerard's a genius with cakes but not so much when it comes to personal relationships. This is an absolutely fabulous story. It's funny and cute and bittersweet and totally lovely. The setting is vivid and sharply realised and all the characterisations but particularly Gerard's are wonderfully nuanced and very believable. Don't miss the coda 'Where the Heart Is'. (2009-09-27)
QUOTE: "You don't have to take this one. We've got more than enough on our schedule." Brian's hand flattens, curling around Gerard's leg, and it's kind of nice. Heavy. Solid. Like a string tied to a balloon so that it doesn't just float away. It also reminds Gerard of the way he used to chase after this, back when he was drunk and desperate and hurting all the time. Brian used to feel like the only thing that could keep him from spinning off the planet and into the void.
But he's better now. He doesn't have to drag Brian down anymore. He can handle it. Just like he used to have to handle being around Brian all the time. He can handle anything. He's a fucking success, and he can deal with the object of his obsession getting married to a woman. He's that big a person now.
"It's their wedding." Gerard says like that explains everything, and Brian nods because it does.
"If you're sure."
"You don't have to worry about me, Brian."
"Yeah, I do. It's my job."
"Well, consider this a paid vacation."
Brian rolls his eyes. Yeah, Gerard didn't think that one would work, either.
"Thanks for the coffee."
"You'd've stolen it anyway," Brian says with a smile. It's his first smile of the morning and it's only a little annoyed which means that, Jamia aside, it's probably going to be a pretty awesome day.
"Yeah, but still, thanks."
Brian doesn't answer. He gives Gerard's leg a quick squeeze and then moves both to the floor so he can stand up. He gets all the way to the door of Gerard's office before he turns from Brian the awesome human being back into Brian the competent-bordering-on-genius office manager. "Someone has to leave here with Godzilla before eleven. So get out there as soon as you can, or Cortez'll get here and try to reattach the tail on his own." (17,740 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/7616857 )
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  activity:baking  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:sobriety  occupation:small.business.owner  occupation:baker/cook  occupation:manager  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:marriage  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:bakery  setting:wedding  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-09  recced:2009-09  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:tv.show  pairing:Brian/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) 
september 2009 by turlough
fitofpique: Home To Me
REC: Bob has a cold, Gerard and Lindsey takes care of him. Such a sweet and warm and happy-making little story. (2009-09-20)
QUOTE: Gerard peers in the bag and makes an appreciative noise. He pulls out two coffees and hands one to Lindsey, leans over the counter and kisses her lightly on the lips. "I love you," he says, fervently.
She laughs. "You're kind of easy."
Bob scowls at them and opens the thermos. He sniffs it. "What is this?"
Lindsey reaches over the counter and pushes a piece of hair out of Bob's eyes and up under his hat. "It's a steaming hot cup of shut the fuck up, Bryar. Just drink it," she says, and grins at him.
"You're fucking funny," he mutters, but he pours himself a cup and takes a tiny sip, lemony and medicinal. Suddenly, he's a kid again, on the couch with blankets up to his chin, a rainbow mug clutched in his hands, and cartoons on the TV. He sighs and smiles at Lindsey.
She smiles back and pulls another container out of the bag. "Chicken soup?"
"Thank you," he says. His voice sounds strange and choked to him, and it isn't just the cold. He tries to think of something more to say, something better, but he feels stupid. (1,230 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339313 )
author:fitofpique  fandom:Bandom  condition:illness  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:small.business.owner  relationship:established  relationship:poly  setting:shop  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pov:Bob  posted:2009-09  recced:2009-09  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary) 
september 2009 by turlough
harborshore: untitled fic
REC. Bob and Batman in peril. So cute. Poor Bob and his leg injuries :-) (2009-08-30)
QUOTE: This is where Bob would start giggling hysterically if he wasn't in so much pain. This is Batman, okay? He's a legend in Gotham; Bob didn't think he actually existed. And, what? Bob's supposed to sit down and lean against him? Like, um, cuddling? Batman sits down, bracing himself and looks at Bob. Bob thinks that's probably impatience behind the mask, there. Okay. He'd prefer a miraculous rescue, but he'll take this. So he manages to sit down without making his leg hurt much worse, and leans against Batman. (574 words)
author:harborshore  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Superhero.Comics  beings:Batman  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:injury  relationship:established  relationship:poly  geography:myth:Gotham.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pov:Bob  posted:2009-08  recced:2009-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:fusion  fic:source:comic 
august 2009 by turlough
mahoni: Blacktop Easy
REC: Bob and Gerard like to drive fast. A seriously hot pwp. I've never really thought of cars or fast driving as sexy but this story made me see them in a different light. (And I would probably pay good money to see a pic of Gerard stretched out over a car hood like that, even if he was fully clothed!) It was also very happy-making. I loved Bob's goofy little smile when he starts driving the car and their banter is just so right. (2009-08-23)
QUOTE: The landscape flew by, a blur that edged to clarity and low, rocky hills in the distance on either side of them. The car roared. Bob shifted rapidly through the gears, free hand loose and easy on the top of the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road ahead. Gerard leaned in just enough to check the speedometer - 75 - 85 - passing 90 - edging 100 -
"Fuck," Gerard said. The word got lost in the howling grind of the engine.
He had his feet spread and planted hard on the floor and clung to the handle on the ceiling. Pulling his gaze from the speedometer - the needle shuddered across 100 - he looked at Bob.
Speed thrummed through the car. Gerard didn't need to look out the windows or keep an eye on the speedometer to purely *feel* how fast they were going. The rumble of the engine, the jerk and jump of the shocks over cracks and warps in the faded black-top, the skim of the car as it cut through the heavy Spring humidity - he could feel it in his throat, in the catch of his breath in his lungs. At that speed the road narrowed down to a tight ribbon around them, with nothing but a pothole or a wrong move from Bob between them and the car rocketing off the road in a spectacular spin-flip-shatter-crush.
Gerard's heart hammered; it sent a flush that warmed his face and his belly. He gritted his teeth and groaned. The hand not clinging to the ceiling handle had latched onto his thigh, with his fingernails digging into his jeans. He shook it loose and slipped it sideways so he could press the heel of his hand against his cock. Never mind the stats on the car; he'd gone from zero to raging hard-on in fuck-all seconds.
The movement was so small, but Bob must have been waiting for it. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, and twitched his gaze to Gerard's. His eyes flicked to the road, then back and down to Gerard's hand; to the road, then back up to Gerard's face; and to the road again. This time his eyes were dark from heat, and Gerard saw his chest hitch with a caught breath. His grip on the steering wheel turned white-knuckled.
Gerard felt rather than saw him ease off the gas. He knew he should wait, and he tried, he really fucking tried, popping the button on his jeans just enough to get a hand in, just enough to squeeze and bite his lip and make himself hold off.
But the world was still flying past them in too much of a blur when he gave in. (4,390 words)
author:mahoni  fandom:Bandom  things:Trans.Am  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:vehicle.sex  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pov:Gerard  challenge:2009.Kink.Bingo  posted:2009-08  recced:2009-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  activity:racing  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(secondary) 
august 2009 by turlough
why_me_why_not: Basement Romantic
REC: Bob moves to New Jersey, opens a shop with Mikey, gets new friends, and meets Mikey's weird brother. A totally adorable story with lots of friendship and happy-making everyday life. It's maybe a little lightweight, the backstory could easily have fitted a more substantial story, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. (2009-06-28)
QUOTE: Bob was actually a little jealous of Mikey's side of the store. The walls were covered in posters, fliers, and random bits of art. It should have looked cluttered, clashy, and overdone, but instead it just looked awesome.
Bob's half of the store, on the other hand, looked empty and sad in comparison, especially the lonely spot of bare wall in the space Bob had allocated for his local music section. Bob was studying the spot before they opened, trying to decide exactly what he could fill it with, and practically jumped when he felt a hand on his back.
"You should have Gerard make you something to put there," Frank suggested with a grin. He dangled his keys in front of Bob, confirming that Mikey had indeed given Frank a copy of their store key. Perfect.
"Yeah," Bob grumbled, "that would be great, *if I knew Gerard*."
"Dude, you met Gerard!" Frank hopped up to sit on the counter, kicking his heels against the faux-wood paneling in spite of the fact Bob had repeatedly asked him to knock that shit off. "You told Brian you think he's hot!"
Bob sighed and covered his face with his hand. "I *said*, Gerard is kinda hot. You know, objectively. And I didn't actually *meet* him."
"Whatever." Frank waved his hand dismissively. "You saw him in just a towel, he spoke to you, you each think the other is 'kinda hot, objectively'. You should come to dinner Thursday night and ask him about making you something."
"Frank, seriously - wait, Gerard told you he thinks I'm hot?"
Frank smirked. "He fussed at Mikey for keeping his hot new business partner a secret."
Bob shook his head. "Quit kicking my counter, Iero. Don't you have a job or something?" (20,280 words)
author:why_me_why_not  fandom:Bandom  activity:cooking  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:char.death(past)  condition:illness  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:accountant  occupation:baker/cook  occupation:small.business.owner  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:shop  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Cobra.Starship  band:The.Used  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.BBB  posted:2009-06  recced:2009-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  pairing:Ray/Christa(secondary)  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Pete/Ashlee(secondary)  pairing:Patrick/Pete/Ashlee(secondary) 
june 2009 by turlough
tabula_x_rasa: Up the Line (World War I 'verse 1)
REC: A story of some soldiers, VADs, doctors, and nurses on the Western Front in August, 1918. This is how you write historical AUs! Lots of little details that are just "there", never intruding into the story but anchoring it firmly in a specific time and place. WWI was such a horrible, meaningless war but the writer has infused this story with so much friendship and love that manages to balance the sad and angry-making parts. There are terrible and heartbreaking moments - the whole sequence when Gerard goes looking for Frank and the scene with the private with the damaged back are two that I know will stay in my memory for a long time - and it doesn't end happily for everyone, but it isn't BLEAK. (2009-06-21) This is one of the best historical AUs I've ever read. There's a multitude of historical details that helps to create atmosphere and to anchor the story firmly in time and place. They are never allowed to encroach on the main focus of the story though. It remains strongly centered on the characters and storyline. For anyone who knows something about World War I hower, things like the mysterious 'flu and mentions of the French Army mutiny serve to enrich the story and are also a welcome reminder that the writer knows her stuff. As I said, the focus of the story is on the characters and all the main ones are strong and memorable personalities. Formed by their experiences in the war but still true to their bandom selves. I'm particularly enamoured by the way Gerard and Pete are written. WWI was a horrible, meaningless war but the writer has infused the story with so much friendship and love that it manages to balance the horrifying and angry-making parts. It doesn't end happily for everyone, but it isn't a *bleak* story. (2014-01-23)
QUOTE: "Anyway," Gerard sighed as they stumped down the muddy duckboards, "at least I can talk to you. We're with the British Ambulance Drivers and we can't even talk to the Americans anymore. I spent 15 minutes yesterday trying to bum a fag off one of them. I didn't even ask for a light, God knows how long that would have taken."
The doughboy, who'd been nicked in the leg by shrapnel and had every reason to be in good spirits, laughed merrily. "You've got to learn to be bilingual, mate. Like me. Bloody *sweaters*, I ask you."
"Fuck off," Gerard grinned. "Think I'm not? Half of English slang is Hindustani; it took me for-fucking-ever to learn." He was surprised he was in such a good mood; usually Gerard hated advances. Of course, he hadn't gone over the top yet with this one, so that might have something to do with it. A shell exploding in a mostly unoccupied section of trench was nothing. Men who got injured but could practically walk on their own, like this private, was pretty cheering. Nothing like a stint in the hospital to do a man good.
They stumbled down the track a bit more before they ran into Lt. Mitchell of the BEF who was much stronger than he looked and heading in the right direction, so Gerard left the private in his care and went back to help Mikey.
If he could find Mikey. Apparently the last of the injured from the trench had been removed and Mikey must have had a critical case he thought would make it if he fucked off with their ambulance, Betsy, on his own. He would probably be back in time to run the injured from the evening hate to the Casualty Clearing Station and at least he had a tiny bit of protection. Betsy's rusty metal wouldn't stop a whizzbang but it did stop the rain, mostly.
Gerard hunted up a bit of metal roof to stand under and carefully unwrapped his cigarettes. He wanted good, warm, strong coffee with sugar and cream, and he wanted a ham sandwich on soft bread with cheese and lettuce and tomato, and somewhere under all that he wanted to drink something alcoholic until he couldn't remember anything but drinking, and none of them had any possibility of happening.
He had a cigarette, though, and Gerard tried to convince himself that what he wanted was some bully beef and some warm water, because there was a possibility of that happening. It would be enough, somehow.
Gerard's wants at this point consisted almost entirely of food, sleep, cigarettes and having Mikey somewhere nearby. He didn't even really want the war to end or to go home, because he wasn't sure the war could end and they were all well past the point of going home. Gerard couldn't imagine what there was to talk about with someone who hadn't seen No Man's Land. It was much too big to talk around. Impossible to talk about.
On the whole Gerard was content to stand around and wait, and he didn't think too much about any one thing. He tried to blow smoke rings, but it was too windy. He wasn't worried about Mikey finding him; Mikey was excellent at finding Gerard.
The evening hate bombardment started up; it wouldn't be too much longer until it was dark, and then Gerard and Mikey could go over the top and start pulling out men who looked likely to survive the transport. (54,630 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/230398 )
author:tabula_x_rasa  fandom:Bandom  concept:war  condition:injury  condition:illness  condition:mental.illness  concept:char.death  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:military  occupation:doctor/nurse  occupation:priest/monk  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:the.front  setting:clinic/hospital  period:WWI  period:1910s  geography:Europe:France  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  band:Cobra.Starship  band:The.Academy.Is  band:Gym.Class.Heroes  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pov:Gerard  pov:Pete  pov:Brendon  pov:William  challenge:2009.BBB  posted:2009-06  recced:2009-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  universe:World.War.I.verse  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Patrick/Pete(secondary)  pairing:Brendon/Ryan(secondary)  pairing:Jon/Spencer(secondary) 
june 2009 by turlough
thislittleanon: The Mona Lisa Job
REC: Spencer want the Mona Lisa for his birthday and Spencer always gets what he wants. This was fun. Entertaining and fastpaced with some darker bits that kept it from being too fluffy. And I really liked the Bob characterisation. (2009-06-21)
QUOTE: Bob shifted, glanced at his watch, and then dug around in a pocket for a pack of smokes. "What do you want for your birthday, Mr Smith?" A Zippo appeared in Spencer's other hand, and he lit Bob's cigarette. "The Mona Lisa." "What... like the painting?" Bob took a drag, turning his head so he wouldn't blow smoke in Spencer's face. "Well, he said *the* Mona Lisa, not *a* Mona Lisa," Pete said, finishing off the popsicle with slobbery grace. Bob turned his head to exhale again, and rolled his eyes. "I'm not an art thief," Bob said. "I don't run in that crowd." (20,530 words)
author:thislittleanon  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  activity:stealing  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:criminal/mobster  relationship:friendship  smut:frottage  geography:US:Chicago  geography:Europe:France  geography:Europe  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  band:Cobra.Starship  band:The.Academy.Is  band:Gym.Class.Heroes  band:The.Sounds  pairing:Gerard/Spencer(secondary)  pairing:Bob/Maja(secondary)  pairing:Patrick/Pete(secondary)  pairing:Bob/Frank(secondary)  pairing:Bob/Pete(past)  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.BBB  posted:2009-06  recced:2009-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  geography:South.America:Uruguay  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
june 2009 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Purgatorio
REC: The crime noir one where a series of brutal murders calls Detective Frank Iero back to active duty and he must find the killer while confronting people from his past and dealing with his attraction to Gerard, older brother to his estranged friend Mikey. I really, really, REALLY like this. I like how gritty and intense it feels, how the characterisations are spot-on - like this is how these guys would've turned out if they'd lived in this universe - and how both the murder case and Frank & Gerard's emotional drama are equally important to the story and also equally captivating and believable. (2009-06-14)
QUOTE: Frank knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He tried again, this time adding, "Gerard Way, police." Nothing. Fuck. He tried the door handle. It was unlocked, and Frank eased it open, reaching inside his jacket for his 9mm. [...]The hissing and the sparks stopped abruptly, and a dark haired man stood from a crouching position, flipping up a welding mask and turning around. He tugged a pair of ear buds from his ears with one gloved hand, holding the arc welder in front of himself protectively.
"What the hell?" Way exclaimed. His eyes widened, looking impossibly huge in his grimy face, and he set the torch down slowly on a nearby workbench, carefully raising his empty hands up in front of himself. "Man, you're barking up the wrong tree. I don't have any money, just tools and scrap metal."
Frank laughed mirthlessly, pulling his badge free from his belt and holding it up. "Detective Iero, Mr. Way. I need to ask you a few questions." He holstered his gun, leaving the fastenings unsnapped, and clipped his badge back onto his belt.
The other man tugged off his mask and heavy leather gloves, tossing them onto the workbench and running a hand through his hair. That only served to make it stand up in even more disordered spikes. "Um. Questions, like down at the station?"
"Here is just fine. Unless you know of a reason I should be asking you questions down at the station." Frank raised an eyebrow. "Have you talked to your brother this morning, Mr. Way?"
"Oh, God. Is Mikey okay?"
"Is that a 'no, I haven't'?" Frank replied calmly. "Mikey is fine, as far as I know, Mr. Way. I'm investigating an incident at the foundry, and I have reason to believe you may have some information for me."
Gerard's shoulders had visibly tensed; he relaxed when he heard his brother was all right, but still eyed Frank nervously. Pulling a gun on someone tended to have that effect; but, shit, that was the protocol in that kind of situation. And nervous-innocent looked a hell of a lot like nervous-guilty, anyway; Frank had learned that the hard way. He was frowning, scratching at his forearm. Twitchy. Frank didn't like twitchy. "Mr. Way's my dad, Detective Iero."
"That's cute, Gerard," Frank drawled, rolling the second 'r' a little. "I've got a homicide victim over in your foundry's scrap yard, though, so I'm not really in the mood for cute. You wanna tell me the last time you've been over there?"
"Shit," Gerard breathed, eyes snapping up to meet Frank's, but skittering quickly away. "I... a few days ago, I think?"
Frank stepped closer. "You think you could narrow that down for me?"
Up close, Gerard's face was dotted with flecks of grime. He obviously hadn't seen the inside of a shower for several days. His black sweatshirt was dotted with tiny scorched holes, and his pale, surprisingly graceful fingers were criss-crossed with half-healed scrapes and cuts. He saw Frank looking. "Lots of sharp edges in a metal sculpture. Sometimes I forget myself." His eyes were intensely golden-green, somehow mesmerizing. Frank could barely look away. (27,110 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187243 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:killing/murder  activity:gun.fights  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death  concept:hostage  occupation:police/detective  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:businessman  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:art.gallery/studio  setting:bar/club  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:The.Hush.Sound  band:All.American.Rejects  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pov:Frank  challenge:2009.BBB  posted:2009-06  recced:2009-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
june 2009 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)
(also at http://ampersandinc.dreamwidth.org/2052.html )
author:quarterturn  author:schneestern  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  activity:drinking  occupation:small.business.owner  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:Panic.at.the.Disco  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
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