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heartofthesunrise: A Million Reasons
REC: Gerard and Ray figuring out how to go from friends to lovers, from the Black Parade tour to Project Revolution. A lovely on-tour story. (2016-09-18)
QUOTE: Gerard shook out a cigarette and put it between his lips, then dug in his pocket for a lighter. He came up empty handed. "Do you have -" he started, but Ray already had one hand in his jeans pocket. He leaned forward and cupped his palm around the tip of Gerard's cigarette to light it. Gerard leaned into the motion and his cheeks hollowed as he breathed in. Ray could see the dusting of summer freckles across Gerard's nose. He turned away and blew a stream of smoke into the mild English sunshine. "You sure?"
"Yeah. I just..." Ray turned away from him. It was hard to look Gerard in the face and talk about your feelings - he was too expressive, and too relentlessly sincere. "You remember when you were ready to quit after the first album?"
"Hold up, you're not ready to quit, right?" Gerard put a hand on Ray's shoulder and squeezed, hard and anxious. "We can't replace you, Ray, you -"
"No! No, I'd never quit. I was just thinking about how, like, it could've stopped there."
"Oh." As quickly as he'd been riled up, Gerard settled again. "It would've, if you hadn't talked sense into me." He leaned on Ray's shoulder. That conversation seemed like lifetimes ago - Ray remembered it like an out-of-body experience, like he was watching a movie about himself trying to convince Gerard to keep the band going, sitting there at Elena's kitchen table. "It didn't, though," Gerard continued. "I asked you to save the world with me and you made good on it."
"I don't think the world's totally safe yet, dude." Ray tilted towards Gerard so that they were propped up against each other. "But I don't think I ever thought about us making it this far. And like... It's Maiden. That means it's real."
Gerard laughed, but in a way where Ray knew he wasn't laughing at him. "Far be it from me to, you know, present you with the realities of your station," he said, gesturing vaguely with the hand holding the cigarette. A whorl of smoke curved around his wrist, then away. "But you're the shredding rock god lead guitarist of a pretty important band. Like, I think it's safe to say you're already some kid's Dave Murray."
Ray blushed and squinted out into the sunshine. "Shit," he said. "Yeah, okay."
Gerard ashed onto the concrete. They were warmed by the sun, and by each other, still leaning together like the uneven sides of a pyramid. "And like you said, the world's not saved yet. You've got to make good on that promise." He tilted his head to face Ray - they were very close. Ray could smell Gerard's sweat, ripe with the overtones of tobacco and stale coffee, making his head swim. Gerard smiled. His sudden and vigorous sincerity was overwhelming.
"I'm a man of my word," he said. He blinked owlishly back at Gerard. "I'm here till you tell me not to be."
Gerard's face shifted, going soft, almost pitying. He pressed forward and Ray twitched in alarm, thinking for a brief and horrifying second that Gerard was going to kiss him. His heart hammered in his chest. As often as he'd thought about it, he had no recourse for the actual thing. Instead, Gerard buried his face in Ray's neck, under the cloud of his hair. "Thank you," he said, muffled. Then, "Let's go kick Iron Maiden's ass." (31,420 words)
author:heartofthesunrise  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:music  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  geography:Europe  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  tour:2007.Project.Revolution  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
october 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: I Lost My Fear of Falling
REC: A beautiful and haunting and completely hearbreaking story where Gerard meets himself from a reality where Mikey committed suicide at the Paramour. (2015-12-20)
QUOTE: "Fuck that shit," the other Gerard snaps. He paws through the clutter on the desk, finds a vial of pills, shakes some out. He washes them down with a swig of vodka from an almost empty bottle. "Fuck off."
Gerard's at a loss. He doesn't know how to handle this otherself. In the past he'd snap right back, use words to cut where it'd hurt the most. But he's not that person anymore, hasn't been for years. "It can't be that bad," he says. "I know it might seem like -"
"Really?" the other Gerard interrupts. "Now that I've finally gotten the balls to do what I shoulda done years ago, you're gonna give me a stupid pep talk about how it gets better and I have so fucking much to live for?" His voice is biting. He stubs out his cigarette and immediately lights another, face turned away. "You're fucking kidding me."
With sudden clarity, Gerard *knows*. This isn't rock bottom, this is what happens when you break past that and *keep falling*. Down into a darkness where the light never, ever reaches. A place where the night is forever and it seems impossible to hang on for one more minute. (1,760 words)
artist:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:alternate.world  concept:doppelganger  concept:suicide  concept:addiction  concept:char.death(past)  relationship:brothers  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.Jersey  location:Paramour.Mansion  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-11  recced:2015-12 
january 2016 by turlough
dear_monday: Spun
REC: If there is one thing Gerard hates more than his job at the record store it's his co-workers. But when Brian announces that he's selling the store everything changes. This was so much fun. I laughed and laughed when I read it. The characterisations are perfect, they're all very much themselves just with everything exaggerated - I'm particularly fond of stroppy music snob!Ray. And the dialouge is hilarious. So much bantering and bitching! (And don't miss the art, it's fabulous!) (2015-09-20)
QUOTE: Watching Frank yell at customers always cheers Gerard up. Although, actually, this is nothing on the time two weeks ago when Frank caught a kid shoplifting, discovered that it was a Christina Aguilera CD she was trying to hide under her hoodie, and sent her on her way with as much of the pop section as she could carry - free of charge. Brian was not impressed.
Ray is the next one to arrive, uncharacteristically late. "Sorry, Brian," he calls. "Someone held up that hi-fi store over on Dewitt last night, there was traffic." He turns to Frank. "You mind if I put some music on?"
"What are you, deaf? I got here first, I get to pick the music today." Frank folds his arms stubbornly, but the fact that he's standing on tiptoes to meet Toro's eyes kind of spoils the effect.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was just a bunch of idiots with instruments making *noise*," Ray snarks, and Gerard groans inwardly. Not again. It'll be the fifth time this week that they've had this exact argument, word for word, and it's only Tuesday morning.
"Asshole, this is *real* music," retorts Frank. "It's got a *message*, not like all your doom-and-gloom shit."
"Yeah, and the message is that none of these people can *play*!" Ray throws his hands up like he does every time. "Punk's not about music, it's about who can be the most obnoxious! Real music is - is people with *talent*, not these morons who think complaining is the same as social commentary!"
"Motherfucker," Frank growls, "Say that again and I swear to god -"
"ENOUGH," Brian roars from the back office. "Accounts are enough of a pain in the ass without you fuckers! Don't you all have jobs to do?"
Ray skulks off to the stock room, muttering darkly about a decimalized cataloguing system and the kind of Reorganization that merits a capital letter. Toro's job seems to involve a lot of hanging out in the stock room with his headphones on, especially when Frank has won the day's music choice privileges.
Mikey ambles in next, yawning and trying to flatten his hair down. He stands and looks at the stereo for a long moment, a slight frown creasing his forehead. To the experienced Mikey-watcher, this is a sure sign of blinding rage. He turns a blank look on Frank that promises retribution in the form of an entire day of the greatest hits of Blur, then picks up a large box containing a hotchpotch of used CDs and vinyl and carries it over to the door of the stock room. He heaves the door open and a brief blast of Metallica filters out, mingling with the Black Flag still thumping raggedly out of the counter stereo. Ray is chief stock organizer, but Mikey is de facto purchaser of second hand shit. Something about his general aura of hipsterish disdain allows him to get away with paying people half of what their stuff is worth while leaving them with an inexplicable feeling of shame.
Gerard goes back to ignoring the world and nursing his hangover in (relative) peace.
A little later, another guy walks in and makes a beeline for the counter. Frank and Gerard conduct a quick round of rock-paper-scissors, which Frank wins.
"Yours," he mouths at Gerard, who turns reluctantly to face the customer. (25,530 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie  activity:drinking  activity:performing  activity:robbery  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:shop.assistant  occupation:musician  occupation:small.business.owner  relationship:friendship  setting:shop  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-09  recced:2015-09 
september 2015 by turlough
dear_monday: Something Wicked This Way Comes
REC: Strange things are starting to happen, something is coming and hunters and monsters alike are running scared. So Gerard and Mikey pack up their secrets and their nightmares and set out searching for answers. This is an absolutely fantastic story but I'm afraid that I totally lack words to describe exactly how much and why right now. I can just say that I was completely captivated by the living, breathing culture dear_monday have created out of the hunter culture from SPN, New Orleans voodoo, and Lovecraftian horrors. That the Gerard characterisation and the Way brothers relationship were absolute perfection and so were the rest of the characters. And that the atmosphere and settings were all incredibly vivid and engaging. I wanted to go on reading it forever. It's the best story I've read in a long, long time. (2014-09-07) This is an absolutely fantastic story and though I've now read it two times and had plenty of time to come up with something I still pretty much lack words for how wonderful I found it. I was completely captivated by the living, breathing culture dear_monday have created out of the hunter culture from SPN, New Orleans voodoo, and Lovecraftian horrors. The Gerard characterisation and the Way brothers relationship were absolute perfection and so were the rest of the characters. And the atmosphere and settings were all incredibly vivid and engaging. It's the kind of story I just want to roll around and in keep reading forever. (2014-12-11)
QUOTE: Gerard jumps slightly, and looks over to see Ray cautiously poking his head around the door.
"Mm? Oh, yeah. Sorry about that," he says, slightly sheepishly. He feels wrung out now, drained.
Ray shrugs affably, and walks around the table to take a seat opposite Gerard. Under his arm is a leatherbound book the size of a paving slab, and he lays it down with a heavy thump.
"It's all this shit going on," Gerard says, continuing to peel the label off his bottle. It's still almost full, lukewarm and unappetizing now. He drinks some anyway, just for the sake of something to do with his hands. "It's getting to me."
"It's getting to everyone," Ray says absently, heaving the book open. The pages are covered in rows upon rows of dense black glyphs that don't form words in any language Gerard knows, printed on thick, creamy vellum. "Someone should go see the Prophet," adds Ray, looking up at Gerard. Gerard's mouth twitches in the slightest of involuntary grimaces.
"Yeah," he says. "I guess he might..." Gerard trails off, not liking the look in Ray's good eye one bit. "Oh no," he says. "Oh, *hell* no. There is absolutely *no way*."
Ray raises one eyebrow, and returns his attention to the delicately yellowed pages of the enormous tome currently taking up almost half of the kitchen table. Gerard pushes his chair back, its legs scraping loudly on the cracked tiles, and crosses his arms defiantly.
"I am not asking that... that..." Gerard struggles for a suitable curse word to demonstrate the strength of his feelings. "I'm not asking *him* for help," he growls eventually, his lip curling.
Ray ignores him, and carefully turns another page.
"Ray," whines Gerard, leaning forwards and settling his elbows on the table. "Come on, you know I can't do that."
"Oh? Why not?" Ray asks in a maddeningly serene voice, still not looking up.
"Because," Gerard grits out, "He's a creepy, slippery son of a bitch with an ego the size of Mexico, that's why not."
"In other words, because you don't like him." Ray turns back a page and makes a brief note in a nearby pad.
"No, because he's an *asshole*," mutters Gerard, scowling. He pushes his beer away from him in protest, then changes his mind and picks it up again, glaring at Ray over the lip of the bottle. "I'm not going."
Ray exhales slowly, and Gerard can almost hear him slowly counting to ten in his head. Then he looks up, pinning Gerard with an earnest look and tucking a stray curl of hair behind his ear. "Well, someone has to, and it might as well be you. I don't know why you're making it so difficult. He likes you, you know."
"No," Gerard corrects him, through gritted teeth, "He likes *Mikey*."
"Yeah, but surely -"
"Someone say my name?" Mikey ambles back into the sunlit kitchen, tousle-haired, clean-shaven and unusually fresh-smelling, and pours himself languidly into a seat.
"Ray is... suggesting that we go to see the Prophet," Gerard says, pronouncing the last word as if it's something nasty he's just thrown up, and trying furiously to telegraph 'and I would rather deep fry my face' to Mikey. His problem isn't with Mikey being liked, his problem is with Mikey being liked by... *him*. Something happens to the hunters that the Prophet takes a shine to. It's as if he has some sort of strange gravity that draws them into his orbit, and once they're there, they never seem to want to leave. Gerard doesn't know how he does it, if it's brainwashing or mind control or drugs in the food and drink he plies his guests with, but if it happened to Mikey, Gerard would never forgive himself. He can't imagine travelling the east coast's highways and hunting down its monsters without Mikey at his side. He doesn't think he could do it. Come to that, he isn't at all sure he'd even know how. Rumor has it that the Prophet has recently acquired another of Mikey's kind, a boy called William who sometimes knows things he shouldn't and still has dim memories of another world. Maybe the Prophet is collecting them, like exotic pets or particularly fine specimens of butterfly. Gerard suppresses a shudder.
"Oh, are we going to Nevada?" says Mikey vaguely, stretching like a cat. "That'd be cool, we haven't seen him in a while."
"I know," Gerard says, darkly. "It's been real nice."
"We should go," says Mikey, yawning again, apparently completely oblivious to Gerard's evil eye.
"Mikey..." Gerard says pleadingly.
Mikey blinks owlishly at him. "You don't have to come with me," he says. "I don't mind, I'll go by myself if you don't wanna."
"Oh, like hell you will," growls Gerard, instantly switching gears. "Fine. Fine. Let's go. See if I care."
Mikey smirks like it's going out of style. (60,530 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  fic:genre:horror  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:drinking  activity:killing/murder  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:zombies  beings:vampires  beings:changelings  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  concept:violence  condition:PTSD  concept:family  concept:quest  occupation:supernatural.investigator  things:Trans.Am  relationship:brothers  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  smut:rough.sex  smut:public.sex  setting:bar/club  setting:café/diner/restaurant  setting:forest/jungle  setting:road.trip  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Louisiana  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Leathermouth  band:The.Used  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2014 by turlough
keeprunning: The Weekend Pancake Report
REC: An alternative take on the breakup of the band. A very nice read. Maybe a little sentimental and it could do with some copyediting but the Frank characterisation is great and I really liked the vivid writing. (2014-08-03)
QUOTE: [S]omewhere along the way, on stage kisses turned into kisses off stage in back hallways and hotel rooms and vans and before he really recognized what was happening, Frank found himself in real and actual love with Gerard. And the bitch of it was - is - that Frank *knows* Gerard feels it too, and right in this moment he can watch him punking out all over his face. It's fucking classic Gerard, and it makes Frank to kiss him and kick him in equal parts.
"You know what, Gerard? Fuck you," Gerard recoils like he's been slapped, and the reaction adds flame to Frank's fury. "*Fuck*. *You*. I'm in love with you, and I have *been in love* with you. For Christ's sake - I loved you when you were a nobody fuck-up from their mom's basement in Jersey and a fucking alcoholic, coke-head asshole. I loved you when you scrapped an entire album I poured my guts into and when I had to stay up all night so you wouldn't *kill yourself* and when you had the flu - Gerard, I held the fucking *bucket for you* in the back of the van all the way to Minnesota. I have washed puke from your *hair* -"
Frank's throat constricts, and whatever he was going to say next chokes off. Frank heaves a huge breath that scrapes at his lungs, and shakes his head. "I do everything for you, Gee, and I throw everything else away. You shit all over me, and I do it. And you have the balls to stand here and tell me I love a motherfucking *idea*? Well, here's some news, Gee:
"The idea of you? *Is not so fucking beautiful.*"
Gerard says nothing. That's the worst part. He just stands there with his palms splayed open in front of him, like he's done it in surprise and gotten stuck there. Everyone is frozen and looking for all the word like they're waiting for a fade to black so they can move into the next scene, but the electrical on the bus has always been pretty damn good. it's Ray who breaks the silence.
"Okay, that's enough," he says, and he's trying to be stern with them but Ray's never had that dad poker-face, and it comes out a lot more pleading than threatening.
The laugh is barking out of Frank before he realizes that it's coming from him. It sounds crazy and sad and he hadn't felt like crying before, but now he really, really does.
"It's not enough, though," he says, "That's the whole fucking point." (9,950 words)
author:keeprunning  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  concept:music  concept:solo.career  setting:on.tour  time:the.breakup  time:post-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(past)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(past)  pov:Frank  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-08  recced:2014-08 
august 2014 by turlough
turps: What I'm Looking For
REC: The one where Gerard and Mikey are shape-shifting sheeps in a family of wolves. A wonderfully heartwarming story about finding your way in the world. So sweet and gentle and quietly funny. And the writing is lovely. (2014-03-09) The one where Gerard and Mikey are shape-shifting sheeps in a family of wolves. A wonderfully heartwarming story about finding your place in the world. Sweet and gentle and quietly funny. (2014-04-25)
QUOTE: For a while, things remained okay.
While being a sheep wasn't cool, Gerard got used to wandering deserted streets, his hooves clattering against the sidewalk, Mikey his constant companion. Together they kept to the shadows, Gerard showing Mikey the parks where you could eat semi-clean grass, baa-laughing when Mikey attempted to run and rolled down a slight bank, his still wobbly legs splayed and wool straggly and dull in the moonlight.
Sure, they weren't hunting, and maybe extended family gatherings were an exercise in ignoring cousins licking their lips, but none of that mattered. How could it when Gerard had Mikey, and they spent hours concocting plans about undercover sheep heroes and discussing how Gerard could gather and spin his own wool.
It's how everyone got scarves for Christmas that year. If they looked a bit tatty with multiple dropped stitches and a distinct scent of BO, well, that was fine. His parents and grandma wore them regardless. (1,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:picture  activity:transformation.animate  activity:knitting  beings:animals.others  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:brothers  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.PicFor1000  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-03  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Powderpuff
REC: It's not as if Frank's opposed to powderpuff football. It's just that the timing is bad. I bookmarked this when it was new but then I forgot about it until now. Anyway, it's a very hot fic and I really like the way it plays with gender. The way both Frank and Gerard's view of each other changes while the underlying feelings stay the same. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: Ray smiles a little sideways. "Besides, you look hot."
Coming from Ray, that means a lot.
They run onto the track when they're fully changed, pom poms shaking. The varsity and JV cheer squads are on the field in uniforms, but before Frank can spot Gerard, Jamia intercepts, eyes shining above her greasepaint streaks.
"I thought you'd fit my uniform." She tugs on the skirt a little. "How's it feel?"
"*Cold*. Don't you have a game to play?"
Jamia kisses him on the cheek. "To win."
She moves aside, and the rest of the cheer squad comes into view. Gerard's in the center, next to co-captain Lindsey, but everyone's heads are bowed while Gerard speaks too quietly for Frank to hear. Gerard keeps flicking the flag in the back pocket of his football pants nervously - powderpuff isn't full-contact football - and runs his hands through his hair nervously.
It's interesting seeing Gerard like this. It's easy to think he'd be super butch in the football gear and more effiminate in the cheer outfit, but that's not how it works at all. Maybe it was being around smaller, rounder women, but cheering, Frank can never look away from the angle of Gerard's jaw or the jut of his shoulders. Today, with the pads and a helmet in hand, the curves of Gerard's hips and the prettiness of his face are impossible to ignore. Frank starts to lick his lips before he tastes the chalkiness of his cheap lipstick and makes himself stop.
But Gerard looks up, and when his eyes point Frank's way, he licks his lips for Frank. Frank shifts on his feet as Gerard jogs over.
"Hey," Gerard says when he stops a couple feet away.
"Hey. You look good out there."
A comment like that the night before, when they did the dinner-and-a-movie thing for the first time, would have made Gerard duck his head or blush. Not now. Gerard's eyes are dark and fixed, and fuck, good thing Jamia's skirt isn't too short. Frank needs something to hide his growing boner. (2,290 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/67750.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:crossdressing  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:genderfuck  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Kink.Bingo  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
rubytuesday5681: Mikey Way's Annoying Older Brother
REC: Gerard's different when he comes back from his first year at art school. Or maybe it's Frank's that different. A very sweet story with a great portrayal of Frank as a young teenager. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: He surprises himself then by saying out loud, "I don't get it." He thinks he must be drunk. When he's sober he only really talks to Gerard if Gerard's asked him a question or if Frank really needs something from him.
"Hmmm." Gerard's eyes are heavy-lidded. He's obviously more than half-drunk, too. He perks up a bit, eyes brightening as he asks, "What don't you get?"
"Just -" Frank waves a hand, agitated now. "Mikey and Pete." The alcohol is definitely affecting him, because suddenly Frank feels like venting. To *Gerard*. "I mean, it isn't that there's anything wrong with Pete. I guess he's okay to look at, but Mikey acts like he's the coolest dude on earth just because he already has a car and that stupid tattoo."
"I don't know." Gerard scratches his head, thinking for a moment. "I guess the excitement over the car is really the convenience factor. It's nice dating someone who can pick you up whenever they want." Frank isn't able to stop himself from making an exaggerated gagging sound when Gerard says "dating". That makes Gerard smile, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. Frank suddenly feels hot for no real reason. He pulls off his hoodie and realizes his cheeks feel flushed. Definitely drunk. "And you have to admit," Gerard continues, "Finding a way to get an underage tattoo is pretty badass. I know how hot you are to get ink of your own. Maybe there's a little jealousy there."
"Fuck you," Frank spits out.
Gerard just laughs. "Could be jealousy over more than just ink actually. It really sucks when your best friend starts dating before you. Same thing happened to me when Ray and Christa started dating."
Frank cocks his head to the side. Could this be real? Is Gerard Way actually able to relate to something Frank is going through? How odd. (3,140 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:UST  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Frank the Crankiest Elf
REC: The one where Frank is Santa Claus' stepson and hates Christmas. Such a cute and fun little story. Totally the best sort of fluff. (2014-01-19)
QUOTE: Except the fucking band was doing a show entirely full of *Christmas covers*. The lead singer was hot in that week-old-black-eyeliner kind of way, sure, but he was wearing a Santa hat, and Frank was right in front of the stage, glaring at the drum kit.
Frank stayed where he was, arms crossed, as the band played through Santa Claus is Coming to Town and I'll Be Home for Christmas. Their guitarist was thrashing through the songs like he was in a metal band, and maybe Frank hated fucking Christmas, but he could respect good playing. He'd still been playing up north and everything; he couldn't let his own skills get rusty.
When the band took a break to get water, people started yelling requests. The lead singer strutted around as he sipped at his water and threw out a line or two of most of the song people called out acapella. Of course he had fucking vocal chops.
"I see why you like them," Frank begrudgingly muttered to Dewees during a snippet of All I Want For Christmas is You. Dewees elbowed him back. (2,090 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/71117.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:performing  holiday:Christmas  concept:magic  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:myth:North.Pole  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-01  recced:2014-01 
january 2014 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Maps, Charms and Other Things That Go Bump in the Dark
REC: Ray's first day at Belleville High. A totally adorable little piece of INOK/Harry Potter fusion fluff. (2013-11-03)
QUOTE: "Yo, dude! You with the 'fro!"
Ray readies himself for whoever's calling him. He turns around, mindful of keeping his face blank. "Hey," he says like he has all the time in the world. There's a short guy waving at him.
"'sup? You're in my class. C'mon," the short guy replies.
Even though it makes him feel like he's a dolt, Ray doesn't move. "Um..."
"Psy-Astronomy, right?" the guy quirks an eyebrow. He's barely over 5' tall. His dark brown hair, styled like he's trying to grow out a mohawk, curls at the ends. His school uniform looks a bit askew, his shirt only half-way tucked in and the tie knotted as if it was an afterthought. A pair of aviator-style sunglasses hang from his shirt's front pocket. The guy waits until Ray starts walking toward the classroom before he goes inside, sitting down by one of the windows.
Ray follows him quietly and takes the empty seat next to the guy. "How...?"
"Did I know?" The guy sticks his right hand out. "Hi, I'm Frank and I'm semi-clairvoyant. Also, I saw you pacing up and down this hallway. Looking like a lost, shaggy dog." He giggles.
"Huh, OK. I guess that's as good of an explanation as any." Ray frowns, confused but relieved that he found the right classroom. "I'm - I'm Ray." (2,290 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Harry.Potter  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  fic:genre:fluff  universe:I'm.Not.Okay  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:friendship  setting:high.school  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-11  challenge:2013.Bandom_Meme.Exchange 
november 2013 by turlough
anonymous: Late Bloomer
REC: The one where Gerard, fresh out of high school and still closeted even to himself, meets Frank the hot punk kid at the big family wedding. A reallly nice story with a great teenaged!Gerard characterisation. He felt very real with his awkwardness and hangups and intense need to always be creating. And his and Frank's mutual smitten-ness is totally adorable. (2013-08-25)
QUOTE: "You wanna read it?" Frank asks Mikey, holding out the comic; Gerard leaves them to it, running an absent hand through his hair - so what if he has to wipe it on his jeans after - and pulling out his markers to add some color to the werewolf wedding drawing. The concept is kind of growing on him; he changes a couple of lines, adding emphasis to others, to turn the priest into a slayer with a silver cross extended as the guests cower back from the monster breaking out of the groom's suit.
There's a sequence forming in his head, the full moon rising over the window sill, the priest tugging the terrified bride behind him as he lifts a shotgun from the altar - Gerard flips a page, frantically sketching out panels - the werewolf howls to the sky as the wedding guests overturn their chairs and run for the door... no, wait. Fakeout; the guests overturn their chairs so it *looks* like they're running, and then the angle cuts to the bride, who's growing fangs and fur behind the priest's oblivious back. End with the big double doors and sounds of slaughter. Maybe blood seeping underneath... Gerard finished scribbling down the outline and flips back a couple of pages, contemplating. Undead Abe versus the Werewolf Wedding Party *would* be really fucking cool to draw...
"Whoa." Frank's voice - impressed voice, some stupid part of Gerard's brain insists on noticing - is really close, and Gerard starts so badly that he almost topples off the edge of the bed. "Shit." Frank grabs his shoulder, holding him upright as Gerard blinks at him, trying to recover the power of speech. "Sorry, dude. Are those *zombies*?"
"…Yeah." Gerard closes his sketchpad and stuffs it back into his bag, pulling - *totally* smoothly - away from Frank's grip on his shoulder in the process. Mikey is making eyebrow faces at him, because he's Mikey, but Frank doesn't seem to notice anything off so Gerard ignores him.
"*Awesome*." Frank even sound like he means it; Gerard shrugs uncomfortably, opening his mouth to say something - he doesn't even know what, the awkwardness is just poking at him, sharp-edged. He's preempted, thankfully, by a loud knock on the door, and then it's all hurrying to get shoes on while his mom waits impatiently, tapping her foot. (24,850 words)
author:anonymous  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:coming.out  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:wedding  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2013-08 
august 2013 by turlough
onceuponamoon: Companion
REC: Frank works in the office at a caregiving company and Gerard is one of their new caregivers. A nice little story, nothing special but a good way to while away a couple of evenings. I liked the slow pace of their relationship development. (2013-07-28)
QUOTE: He shuffles his papers over his keyboard, scanning it for the next question, watching Gerard scoot back farther into the chair out of his periphery. "Alright, how about you tell me some qualities about yourself that you're proud of?"
Biting at his lower lip, Gerard almost... deflates. "Well," he says, shrugging a little bit. "I'm creative? And I'm pretty patient. I mean, you have to be, with art - and the elderly. Gramma's been very clear about me not rushing her anywhere for anything."
Around a sympathetic chuckle, Frank asks, "Anything else?"
"Um." Gerard shakes his head. "None that I can think of right now."
"That's okay. What about things you'd like to improve on?" Frank unfolds his hands, leans back a bit in his chair. He's already fucking antsy, jonesing for a cigarette and to get up and fucking *move around*, jesus. Desk jobs suck.
A bitter laugh starts Frank back into focus.
"A load of things. My communication skills, for one. Mikey's always saying I'm completely socially inept, which I definitely think is true -"
"Oh, please," Frank says, half-grinning as he waves a hand, "I think you're doing just fine."
Ducking his head, Gerard blushes and goes quiet.
The rest of the interview goes well, surprisingly enough. Aside from the shatteringly low self-esteem, this Gerard guy is actually really interesting. He keeps the conversation going relatively well, he doesn't use any flag-phrases, and he seems incredibly sincere about everything. Sure, he doesn't have a world (hardly any, if Frank's being real with himself) of experience, but at least he's honest. And that's all Frank's ever asked for.
Standing, Frank shakes Gerard's hand and - damned if he doesn't admit it - watches him go. This time, when he fills out the subsequent paperwork, Frank has a smile on his face as he remembers each answer. (34,290 words)
author:onceuponamoon  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:illness  occupation:office.worker  occupation:caretaker  occupation:artist/designer  things:comics  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:office  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
annemari: Where Is Your Boy Tonight
REC: Gerard and Mikey out at a club, a prequel to 'You're a Matter of Urgency'. This is a lovely glimpse of the beginning of Gerard and Mikey's relationship with a wonderful Gerard characterisation. His fierce protectivness of Mikey, his worries and doubts and his all-consuming love are written just right. And as usual her Way brothers interaction is just perfect. (2013-07-21)
QUOTE: The dude pushes Gerard aside and shoves Mikey, hard. Mikey hits the wall, and Gerard hears his shout of pain even over the music.
Gerard doesn't think, he just lunges. The dude goes down, which Gerard honestly didn't expect. He takes advantage of it, getting a couple of punches in, never mind if they're kind of off target, before someone drags him off - Ray, it's Ray. The other dude scrambles up, and fuck, Gerard wants to smash his face in, but Ray's holding him back.
"You ever come near him again, I'll fucking kill you," Gerard says, staring right at the dude's face. His lip and nose are bleeding. A part of Gerard is shocked, but mostly the sight brings him a weird sort of satisfaction. (Fuck, he's a *pacifist*.)
The guy turns around and books it, disappearing into the crowd near the doors, not even looking back. Gerard quickly shakes Ray off and goes to Mikey. *Fuck*, he should have done that right away.
Mikey's leaning against the wall, looking a little dazed. "Mikey," Gerard says, hands going to Mikey's shoulders. "Mikey, are you okay?"
Mikey blinks and makes eye contact with Gerard, and nods. Gerard moves his hand to the back of Mikey's head, remembering how he smacked against the wall. "Are you sure?" Gerard asks. He tries to feel for a bump, or for blood, anything, but his hands are shaking - *he's* shaking and Mikey's not saying anything and the club is dark and loud.
"Come on," Gerard says, and pulls Mikey away from the wall, carefully sneaking his arm around Mikey's back and leading him to the bathroom. He vaguely hears Ray call out to him, but he ignores it. It can wait. (5,510 words)
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:brawling  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:injury  occupation:student.college  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-07  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
argentumlupine: All These Words I Don't Just Say
REC: Ray finds writing the song difficult enough, deciding whether he should send it to the guys even harder. A heartbreaking, sweet, and very lovely portrayal of Ray after the end of the band. (2013-06-02)
QUOTE: "Were you just going to let me find out when you put it online?" Frank demands before Ray can even say hello.
"I -" Ray sighs. "You guys just posted your responses to the internet at large. I thought that's how we were going to do things."
He hears a door close, then the thump of Frank slumping against a wall. "This is bigger than a blog post."
"No, it isn't."
"Are you fucking - It's *music*, Toro. The kids are going to go nuts."
"They are not."
"Do you know *anything* about our fans?" Frank makes a frustrated noise. "You know what? Fine. Don't believe me. Finish the song, post it. You'll see."
"The kids are going to be pissed if you don't put in a guitar solo."
Ray's already been working on a solo, so that won't be hard. "Okay."
"And if you don't send it to me before you put it online I will personally come over there and smash your guitar." Frank huffs out a breath and mutters, "Fucker." (1,800 words)
(also at http://argentumlupine.dreamwidth.org/38891.html )
author:argentumlupine  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:music  relationship:friendship  time:the.breakup  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-05  recced:2013-06 
june 2013 by turlough
turps: How We All See the Faker
REC: Gerard's new feelings for Mikey has changed things. Such a lovely and sad story. Terri writes the best Way bros. (2013-04-14)
QUOTE: "Sweet t-shirt." Gerard lies back on his bed, stretched out and trying for relaxed, hiding the tension that takes hold as Mikey appears in the doorway and then steps into the room. "You look like..."
"A hustler, I know." Mikey grins, wide and bright as he fusses with his hair, causing his t-shirt to ride up even further. "One with a fucking great t-shirt."
"The greatest," Gerard agrees, watching Mikey carefully walk past the piles of clothes that litter the floor - too carefully, the walk of someone who has already used cheap vodka to take off the edge. "Do you know where you're going?"
Mikey shrugs and stops in front of the dresser, leaning in so he can see himself in the grime-smeared mirror. "Somewhere. I'll see when I get there."
Which means he'll see who he'll end up with. Which group he'll gravitate toward, and who will welcome him and ignore that he's so obviously under-aged. Gerard keeps watching, chest tight with words he won't say - the ones he should say if he were a good brother.
Mikey tugs at his pants, revealing more of his hipbones, satisfaction obvious as he takes a step to the side. "You should come."
"Next time," Gerard says, and he's not lying. Not really. Sometimes there is a next time, when Gerard can push back his feelings to where they should be.
A big brother only. Protective, sure. But jealous? Never. (1,470 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:angst  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Trope.Bingo  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-04  recced:2013-04 
april 2013 by turlough
shiningartifact: 'Til I Find a Place
REC: Gerard has finally gotten out of the basement and become a regular at a diner where he meets Frank. A lovely take on the period just before the band began. The Gerard characterisation is wonderful and the setting feels real and solid and I love the way Gerard and Frank's friendship develops and then grows into something more. I love quiet, thoughtful stories like this so much. (2013-02-03)
QUOTE: Gerard walks into the diner just after midnight on a Friday and slides into his regular booth. He silently says hello to the green chip in the Formica, which yeah is kind of weird, but that's just how he rolls. Tony is at the grill, and Gerard smiles and nods when he calls over, "Hey Gerard. Want fries tonight?"
Frank comes out of the back office and looks over at Gerard's table right away. Gerard's smile gets wider and his cheeks feel oddly stretched from it. He realizes he hasn't smiled in a while. Fucking work. He nods hello to Jimmy Two-Cups, whose name is actually George, but it's way too late to shake the nickname now.
Frank puts a plate of fries on the table and slides into the booth across from him. He's wearing his apron and jeans with the knees torn out, and he's the best thing Gerard's ever seen. He works in New York City every damn day and he's never seen anyone even half as gorgeous as Frank. It's been two months since they met, and Gerard is just now able to look Frank full in the face when they talk.
"Hey, Gee." Frank grabs a fry and grins around it as he chews. It should probably be gross, but Gerard finds it adorable.
"Hey." Gerard smiles back, pulling his sketchbook out of his bag, along with a CD. "So, I. Um. Last night I just threw together some songs I like. I thought... you know, we've been talking about music so much, and..." He lets himself trail off and just hands the mix CD across the table.
"Nice. Thanks, dude." Frank reads through the list of songs on the back and then flips it over, grinning. His eyes go wide, and he looks up at Gerard. "Did you draw this? This is amazing."
Gerard knocks his fork off the table, and then bumps his head against the edge after retrieving it. "Ow. Seriously?" He rubs his forehead absently. "You think so? It's just. I like to make my own covers for my mixes, so I just..." - spent every night of the past week after work agonizing over choosing the songs and the track order and throwing out draft after draft of the cover art before he got it exactly right - "...made you one too."
Frank's smile is lighting up the entire section when Myra passes by with the coffee. "Frank, hon, you'd better get back there. Tony's been looking over here." She leans against the table and fills Gerard's cup even though he hadn't asked. "He's doing that thing with his forehead." (12,880 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/9827.html & http://shiningartifact.dreamwidth.org/106299.html & http://shiningartifact.livejournal.com/60268.html )
author:shiningartifact  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:band.with.a.twist  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:musician  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  smut:vehicle.sex  smut:fucking  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:US:New.Jersey  time:pre-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-02  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter 
february 2013 by turlough
ermengarde: Everything's Better With Vodka and Cogs
REC: Gabe really doesn't understand why Gerard Way is suddenly on his radar. An absolutely charming story about high school age Gabe and how he gets sucked into Gerard's upcoming steampunk RPG campaign. I love the way Gabe is written and the way Gerard's enthusiasm and charisma pulls him in and makes him enjoy things he never thought he would. It's so sweet and happymaking and so much fun. (2013-01-20)
QUOTE: [T]hen Gerard smiles at him, beams across the table, showing off this mouthful of ridiculous tiny teeth and Gabe suddenly works out that he's really not all that very insulted at all, and that he maybe has a tiny little idea about why he's been so obsessed with the Way brothers.
Oh. Oh fuck.
Gabe's pretty much okay with the issues that come up when you're gay in high school; he's totally comfortable with who is, coming out had been... pretty much an accident, he'd been in the car with his Papi and the conversation had turned to girls and then, when Gabe hadn't mustered a lot of enthusiasm about it, to boys, and his family are all fine with it - they're supportive, really - and he's tall enough that even the seniors don't really view him as a target for their shit... and, okay, he knows that a lot of that's due to the fact that he's not really been super interested in advancing his theoretical interest in boys to the practical experience level yet, so he's not really on the radar for bullying or anything, but... Yeah.
He has a fucking enormous crush on Gerard Way, the nerdiest boy in school. And Gerard's a *senior*, so he's *so* far out of Gabe's league that it's almost hilarious (nerd or not, Gerard's older and there's a hierarchy to that).
"Ohh!" Gerard is still smiling and he sounds completely *delighted*.
Mikey rolls his eyes. "Gerard, Gabe, he's in my chem. class. Gabe, Gerard, my brother, whose game you've just volunteered to be in."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've seen you like..." Gerard's gesturing a *lot*. He's got really nice hands. "Walking? Down the corridor? You've got a really great face."
Mikey nods. "Gerard's an artist, he notices faces."
Gabe has even less clue what's going on in the conversation now, but he's pleased that Gerard has noticed him... or his face, anyway. (3,290 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/649041 )
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:gaming  activity:cuddling  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:high.school  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gabe  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
mistresscurvy: Crash this Time
REC: It's just after four in the morning when Mikey hears Gerard stumbling down the basement steps. Wonderful Way brothers interaction and I love the quiet atmosphere and how calm and matter-of-fact Mikey manages to be when faced with a Gerard who's so out of it. (2013-01-13)
QUOTE: At first Mikey's stomach turns when he sees the marks over the thin skin covering his wrists, but then he looks closer, and - oh. Maybe he's dealing with something different tonight.
Still, he needs to ask. "You take some pills, Gee?" he asks once the glass is back on the table. He's not surprised when Gerard shakes his head. "What then?"
He presses his leg against Gerard's when he begins to speak, in a rough voice. "I wanted to get out of my head."
Mikey can understand that. "Did it work?"
A pause. "Yeah." Mikey waits. "I'm just trying to get back now," he says, waving his hand in the air.
Oh. Oh. "He didn't help?"
Gerard sighs, long and low. Mikey presses his leg against Gerard's harder. "I shouldn't need his help."
Mikey swallows down his first instinctive response to that and wriggles closer. "Would Advil be a good idea?"
Gerard turns to him slowly. "Probably? I'm not. I didn't take anything."
Well, at least that makes part of this easier. "Okay," Mikey says, sliding down to the foot of the bed, hand staying in contact with Gerard until he stands back up. He swings around and grabs the glass again, looking at how Gerard's holding his body on the bed. "Your back hurt, Gee?"
Gerard shakes his head. "More like my ass, but it's okay. He just used his hand," he says matter-of-factly, what little filter he normally has apparently gone now. Mikey misses that filter. He's looking forward to its return. (1,020 words)
author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  activity:aftercare  activity:cuddling  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/OC(past)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2013.Aftercare.Is  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
jezrana: Joyous All Together
REC: Grant, Frank, and Gerard celebrate their first holiday together in their new house. A lovely warm and happymaking coda to her wonderful ghosthunters AU 'A Crack in the Sky'. (2013-01-13)
QUOTE: He puts his bags down - softly, not wanting to wake Frank - and crosses to the bed, taking Gerard's face in his hands and bending down to kiss him. Gerard stretches up to meet him, wrapping his arms around Grant's waist and pressing against him. He's in boxers and a soft, worn t-shirt, his skin warm from being cuddled up under the covers with Frank.
When the kiss breaks Gerard buries his face in Grant's neck, hugging him tight, and Grant runs one hand up and down his back and kisses his messy hair.
"You weren't awake waiting for me, were you?" he asks, and Gerard shakes his head.
"I woke up when you came in," he says, tipping his head back to look at Grant, smiling crookedly. "I've been so excited for you getting here, I guess I kind of put myself on alert."
Grant chuckles. "Good thing I didn't have my heart set on surprising you."
"Surprises are for boyfriends who aren't psychic," Gerard points out, stretching up for another kiss.
"Indeed." There's more room on the other side of the bed, so Grant kisses Gerard once more, soft and lingering, then moves around to Frank's side, stripping down to his t-shirt and briefs as he does.
He gets in bed next to Frank and Frank curls toward him in his sleep, muttering something unintelligible. Grant kisses him, then stretches one arm over his middle, his hand coming to rest on Gerard's waist as Gerard nestles against Frank's back. Grant listens to Gerard's breath get deep and even as he falls back asleep, and lies there, just enjoying being so close to both of them, until sleep takes him as well. (2,220 words)
author:jezrana  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:polyamory  holiday:Christmas  occupation:supernatural.investigator  things:memories  relationship:established  relationship:poly  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
lucifuge5: Your Shadow Keeps Me Bright
REC: The one where Gerard is a writer and never meant to fall for his mechanic. This is such a sweet story. I love this Gerard, he's so adorably rambly and absurd and his crush on Ray so cute. I also love his and Mikey's relationship and the daemons are such a neat addition. Wonderfully warm and happymaking story. (2013-01-06)
QUOTE: "I don't care if it's Freddy Krueger if it means we get someplace warm," Gerard replied, ignoring Ursula's huff. He exhaled with relief when the truck slowed down and backed up before placing his cellphone against his ear."Yeah, it's them. I'll call you as soon as we get to the garage, OK?"
"All right, Gee. I'm waiting for Alicia so we can give you a lift back to your place, deal?"
"Cool. I'll call you and give you directions when we get to the garage." Gerard ended the call and put his phone on the hood of his car, shivering a little at the cool temps. "Come on," he told Ursula, picking her up tenderly and placing her inside his leather jacket, waiting for her head to pop out before zipping up.
"I'm OK, Gee," Ursula said after sniffing the air.
"Wouldn't want to leave you behind, Urs. That's all," Gerard commented. He slid his phone in one of his front pockets, and then shouldered his messenger bag.
The driver turned off the engine and stepped down. He was a tall guy, his light winter coat and jeans making him look like he was a college student. The heavy steps of his booted feet echoed on the deserted road. His long, curly hair was impressive.
("You also thought he was good-looking," Ursula said from somewhere underneath a big pile of laundry.
"I'm not blind," Gerard replied evenly while deleting a really wordy paragraph from his latest draft. "You find me anyone who wouldn't feel weak-kneed after meeting Ray the first time and then we'll talk.")
Backlit by the full moon, the driver waved like he and Gerard were old friends, radiating a kind of friendliness that Gerard clung to.
A small monkey sat on the driver's right shoulder. The broadness of the guy and the diminutive profile of the monkey should've been a kind of visual pun. A guy like this dude would usually have some kind of powerful-looking entity: a pit bull, a tiger or any animal that would broadcast to everyone that this wasn't a guy you'd want to mess with.
Gerard couldn't help wondering why the contrast seemed so appropriate this time around. He bit his lower lip, hoping that he didn't look as helpless as he felt.
"You called for a truck?" the guy asked when he was a few feet away. The monkey's tail swung to and fro, impatient. (7,110 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/628066 )
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fandom:His.Dark.Materials  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:fusion  activity:vehicle.breakdown  activity:performing  beings:daemons  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:writer  occupation:mechanic  occupation:musician  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  setting:bar/club  setting:garage  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.Bandom.Stuffs.It  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Stairway to Heaven
REC: The one where Gerard accidentally taps into the memories of an angel and stumbles into the middle of a millenia-long doomed romance. A lovely story that's not even half as cheesy as the summary makes it sound. The characterisations are really good, both of the main characters and of the secondary ones. I have a great weakness for quest plots so I loved reading about Gerard's travels and his attempts at understanding what was happening to him. And his and Grant's road trip across the US in search of Frank was wonderful. Such a beautiful and satisfying story. I feel I want to read it again right now. (2013-01-06) Most Satisfying Quest OT3 AU of 2013: Because of a) the excellent characterisations of both the main and secondary characters, b) the quest Gerard embarks on to try and understand what's happening to him and to find the angel whose life he's dreaming about, c) Gerard and Grant's road trip across the US, and d) The deeply satisfying ending. (2014-02-06)
QUOTE: He wanders around for a while until a docent greets him hesitantly in Italian. Gerard's own Italian was never terribly good, but he responds as best he can. At the very least, the words are all the correct ones. Who knows how many rules of grammar he completely forgot, though.
Apparently his crappy grammar makes the docent laugh, and he agrees to show Gerard around. He mentions an earthquake multiple times, apologizing that so many areas of the basilica are closed. "But I can recommend the garden," he says.
Gerard is disappointed he can't explore the inside more thoroughly. There's something in there. Something important. He just knows. But he smiles and lets the docent lead him to the garden. It really is a lovely garden and when Gerard catches the docent checking the time, he asks if perhaps he can stay and pray. The docent nods and scurries back the way he led Gerard.
Gerard loses track of how long he spends in prayer, but when he opens his eyes he knows somehow that he'll see a little carved bird somewhere nearby. There's little alcove near him with a statue of Francis standing watch over the gardens. On the wall near the base is where Gerard finally sees it.
"I knew you'd be here," Gerard whispers. He kneels at the base of the statue and reaches out to touch the carving. The same pulse as in Paris happens, maybe even stronger, and this time he's not surprised. He closes his eyes and whispers a little prayer, "It started with you, I think. Maybe you can help?"
He opens his eyes and his vision swims. For a moment it's like he can see himself, kneeling at the foot of the statue. He turns, slowly, still on his knees, and sees a man standing in the middle of the garden. Not just a man - an unspeakably beautiful one. With wings. He looks around himself, a look of astonishment growing on his face. He looks back at Gerard.
"Who are you? How did I get here? Because I sure as hell didn't travel to Assisi in my sleep and I haven't been back here in over two hundred fucking years."
Gerard blinks. The double vision is worse now. He can see the the man - angel? he certainly doesn't sound like an angel - overlaid somehow, bizarrely, on his own shocked face. "Do you think I know? Do you think I know anything?" Then he pauses. "In your sleep?" he murmurs. "A dream, another dream."
"No, this isn't a fucking dream. I know dreams and I know visions. So since I'm not actually in Assisi this must be a vision. Your vision." And just like that, the man looks gravely concerned and his tone changes. "Are you all right? Do you need help? You must have called for my help."
"I didn't," Gerard whispers. "I mean, I didn't mean to, I didn't think... that anyone was listening."
"But I am," the angel says gently. "It doesn't take much to bring me if you really do need me."
"I'm not sure of anything," Gerard chokes out.
"Fuck," the angel says. "I'm sorry." Gerard's hands go into his hair.
"Why is this happening to me? I just want my fucking dreams back." (58,240 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:angels  beings:demons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:polyamory  concept:quest  concept:religion  concept:sobriety  concept:esp:psychic.healing  occupation:priest/monk  things:dreams  things:memories  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:threesome  setting:on.vacation  setting:road.trip  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:Europe:Italy  geography:UK:Scotland  geography:US:San.Fransisco  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01  things:wings  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
january 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: All the Lost Things
REC: Gerard and Mikey is clearing out Elena's old beach house and finds the magical painting from their childhood. This was a really lovely story. The setting is very nicely realised and I loved the quiet mood of it. I also really liked the way the Way brothers interaction was written and the characterisation of Gerard felt very solid. (2012-12-30)
QUOTE: It wasn't that easy; he should have known it wouldn't be.
Gee woke tired and grouchy, missing Frank so badly he wanted to *cry*. He stumbled into the bathroom to take a piss, and as he washed his hands he glanced in the mirror, and was taken aback by how he looked.
There were deep, dark circles under his eyes, like he'd put on black eyeliner (he'd done that, back when he'd hang out at the punk clubs) and then smudged it with a generous thumb. It made the rest of his face look drawn and pale, like he hadn't slept in *weeks*.
He looked like a zombie, or maybe a vampire, and that thought should totally have cheered him, but didn't.
"Fuck this," he told his reflection. His brain was obviously having some kind of meltdown, and if there was one thing he'd learned from sobriety and therapy, it was to *pay attention* when things like this happened. He'd call his therapist first thing Monday morning and schedule a session.
This shit was so not on.
He staggered downstairs and into the kitchen, hovering over the coffee machine until he could pour himself a mug. Gee lingered over it, strangely hesitant to go into his office and face the magic painting, and Frank.
Pouring a second cup, he let himself procrastinate for a little while longer before refilling his mug and going into his office. He deliberately didn't look at the painting, concentrating on turning on his computer and letting it boot up. He checked his email, composing answers to the more pressing ones, and making a mental note to deal with the others later.
Pulling out his sketchbook, he turned to a blank page and stared at it for a moment, fighting the almost irresistible urge to look at the painting and search for Frank, to see if anything else had changed. Gee bit down on his lip, trying to focus on his work, on the new character designs that he had in mind for the next story arc, but -
Gee's chair fell back with a clatter as he stood up abruptly, striding over to the painting. Frank was *gone*, and his eyes searched the canvas frantically, looking for dark hair and bright eyes, a smile that haunted his heart. Behind him, he heard Mikey calling his name, and Gee reached out in disbelief, touching the space that Frank's figure had occupied.
He had a split-second to be surprised as his hand went *through* the painting, and then he was somehow being *yanked* into it, Mikey's yelp of surprise echoing in his ears as the darkness closed around him. (9,510 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/618181 )
fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:magical.realism  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor(past)  concept:magic  concept:art  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:writer  occupation:criminal/mobster  things:comics  things:dreams  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  setting:beach/lake/ocean  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.Bandom.Stuffs.It  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2012-12  author:akamine_chan 
january 2013 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: It's a Small World After All
REC: From Griefer to Killjoy, an origin story. The worldbuilding in this is fantastic. I love the way the two universes have been fused together and how real and present the unspoken backstory of the war feel. The Gerard characterisation is also really good and so is the Way brothers interaction. What I liked less was the structure of the story. Not the past-present thing, that works really well, but I have issues with another of the structural choices the writer's made. I'm fairly sure that's just me though and not something most readers will even notice. (2012-12-30)
QUOTE: Gerard got a raised platform for the first time ever. It wasn't Madison Square Garden by any means, but as Gerard ascended, there were no elbows into his gut, no mud puddles to soak through his shoes as water seeped in from outside.
There was also no Mikey watching his back. Directly, anyway. He was in the VIP seats with Toro and his friend Frank from the factory, and Mikey had flashed Gerard a thumbs-up before Gerard had gone through the entrance. Mikey would probably talk with the financiers who were also in the seats, work the angles like he always did. Just not where Gerard could feel his breath on his neck.
The lights went down, and Gerard entered his box to the song Mikey picked. If Mikey was feeling low, it was Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want. Sometimes, when Ray was in the house, Mikey requested Sabbath or Queen.
But two seconds into the opening riff, Gerard swallowed. Cherub Rock. Mikey was going with the Pumpkins, which he only saved for very special occasions. Like when they were both sure Gerard was going to lose.
Gerard's hands only shook until Joel's corner lit up and the speakers blared the Zelda theme. Joel tipped his baseball cap to Gerard with a smirk on his face, and two could play at that game; Gerard twirled his fingers back in a flowery salute.
Spotlights illuminated their rigs in the same order on the ground. Danny the Street had a clean dress and shiny new parts, and Gerard's chest buzzed with fuzzy warmth. Ray had done some of his best work in just four or five hours.
Then the spotlight illuminated Joel's cat-shaped rig.
Other cats Gerard had fought were blocky; the circular heads on the usual repurposed toys lent well to triangular ears and whiskers. But this was more like an actual cat sculpted from metal and blue-green neon. It stalked in an easy circle after the rigs whirred to life and even sat back on its haunches. Gerard could have stared all night if the bell hadn't rung.
His extra seconds of watching paid off. Gerard's delay was .98 seconds. Joel's looked to be closer to 1.5, which made sense if the neural net was running weird.
It didn't help at first. It took about two seconds for the cat to rip off his rig's left arm and toss it in the direction of the screaming crowd. Gerard hissed, but two-armed punches were a luxury. He'd won with one arm before. (15,610 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/61854.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/74300.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Professional.Griefers  activity:brawling  activity:sabotage  activity:salvage  beings:deadmau5  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:family  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  occupation:mecha.fighter  occupation:mechanic  occupation:rebel  things:Trans.Am  things:motorbike  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  smut:handjob  setting:desert  geography:myth:Battery.City  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.Yuletide  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2012-12  pairing:deadmau5/Gerard(primary)  activity:mecha.fighting  things:mecha  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2013 by turlough
rosalui: Batman With A Bowtie
REC: Garry Way has always known that he's not bound for anything particularly special. There's a man in a blue box trying to tell him differently. This is a great Doctor Who crossover. I love the way Gerard - in all his incarnations - is written and the plot is engaging and fastpaced. (2012-12-16)
QUOTE: He turned suddenly, leaning back against the dash behind him, hands hovering a bit awkwardly in the air before him, looking suddenly like a sheepishly disobedient child. "I might have lied," he said. "Not much. A little bit."
"Oh yeah?" Gerard said.
"We're following a signal I picked up in space a few days ago. There seems to be a disproportionate level of Artron energy in the air, I've been getting some very strange readings - I wasn't looking for them, mind, the TARDIS just picked them up. It's a bit like a gravitational pull - a pencil inside a cup - or a magnet, though I suppose you got my meaning when I said gravitational pull."
He talked, Gerard thought, sort of a lot, and was really bad with staying on topic.
"We're trying to follow the Artron energy back to its origin. Do me a favor and look at this," the Doctor shoved the old television screen hanging from the central beam at Gerard, and went back to twirling madly about his dials. "Tell me when it reads."
"When?" Gerard asked, standing on tiptoes to peer into the screen. There were flashes of shapes across it, curving and circular, like a language of infinity symbols calculating something faster than his eye could follow.
"Yes, yes - haven't you been listening? The Tardis is a time machine. And this Artron energy is coming from somewhen, not just somewhere." The Doctor pumped a bicycle pump attached to the dash a nonsensical amount of times and dinged a small green buzzer. "Now?"
"There's loads of them. It's coming from... everywhen."
February, 2005, Gerard read. August, 2002. January, 2020. Stretching on, as far as he could tell, as far back as fifteen years, and farther forward than he could read.
"Like a leaky pipe," the Doctor murmured. "Plug up one hole, the others still seep black oil into the earth."
Gerard was aware of the look of panic that crossed his face.
"Don't be like that - we can always fix it, my trusty companion and I. Granted, I do usually take a woman, but you can certainly pass for one from afar, so it's all one and the same."
Gerard looked at him through narrowed eyes and chewed his cheek. "Huh. So when was the last time it was just you and a dude?" he said, leaning in close to the control panel, nose inches away as he stared at what looked like an Edwardian typewriter. "And you didn't have to, like, save the fucking world." (16,550 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1510160 )
author:rosalui  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:time.travel  activity:performing  beings:teenagers  beings:Freddie.Mercury  beings:Jeanne.d'Arc  concept:alternate.world  concept:apocalypse  concept:doppelganger  condition:amnesia  things:Tardis  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:Europe:France  geography:US:New.Jersey  location:Way.basement  time:pre-band  period:middle.ages  geography:UK  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-12  fic:source:fanmix  doctor:11th  location:Tardis.control.room  tour:2011.Reading&Leeds  universe:Danger.Days 
december 2012 by turlough
x_dark_siren_x: Tear the Skin Right Off Our Bones
REC: Gerard just wants more of Frank. A really hot little PWP sequel to her lovely 'Keep Your Soul Like a Secret in Your Throat'. I love the way the interplay between Gerard and Frank is written and how young they feel. (2012-12-16)
QUOTE: Then the basement door opened, and Mikey's voice from the far end of the kitchen, "He's in a fucking mood today." Frank's laugh, high and bright, and, "Thanks, man, I think I can handle it." Gerard could practically see Mikey's face, his "It's your funeral" look, and he should be shouting up at him, telling him to suck his dick, but he couldn't, couldn't look away from the stairs, pretty much his entire fucking being centred on the huge surge of *want* rolling up from his stomach.
Frank had barely shrugged his backpack off, grinning - and fuck, *fuck* Gerard loved his smile - had barely got, "Hi," out his mouth before Gerard was on him, tie wrapped around one hand to pull him closer and the other on the back on his head to hold him there, keep him where Gerard could kiss him, could *taste* him. If Gerard hadn't been so out of his own head he'd have been freaking out round about now, because his entire world had narrowed down to the taste of Frank, how good, how *right* he tasted, and something settled deep in the pit of his stomach even as every single part of him clamoured for *more*.
Frank pulled away, breathless and laughing, even as Gerard's fingers clenched, because *no*. "*Hi*," he said again, like he was making a point, and he was still laughing. "Did you miss me or something? Because, dude, I could totally get used to that -" Gerard tugged hard on his tie, and Frank's breath hitched.
"Wanna fuck you," Gerard muttered, mouthing at Frank's throat, right where the blood thudded thick and hot. The rhythm broke when he pressed his tongue flat against skin (sharp with sweat, like Frank had run from the bus stop), and Frank shivered, said, "Yeah, yeah, we can - we can do that, lemme - " He shoved at Gerard's hands, twisted *away*, and Gerard only let go because he started pulling at his tie with one hand and his shirt with the other, and yes, yes, that was what Gerard wanted. He stood watching for a moment or two before Frank nudged him, "This isn't a free show, dude, you gotta - Gee, will you just take them *off*." (3,100 words)
author:x_dark_siren_x  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  beings:teenagers  beings:vampires  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:established  smut:rimming  smut:biting  smut:masturbation  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2012-12 
december 2012 by turlough
brooklinegirl: You Will Leave a Mark
REC: Gerard is twenty-two, drunk, lonely, and really, really needs to get out of the basement. A lovely and hurty and completely engrossing take on Gerard's life before the band began. It hurt to read this but the writing is so good and the way things play out is everything I like to see best in this kind of story. I'm a complete sucker for stories where the main protagonist manages to work things through and change their life for the better through their own efforts and that's very much what happens in this story. And I also really liked the way Gerard and Frank were written together. Their mutual fascination and how hot they are for each other. And the sex is scorching all through the story. (2012-12-09)
QUOTE: He shifted carefully, and his head exploded a little bit. He was concentrating on just breathing in and out through his mouth when Elena stopped and looked at him. "Why are you wearing sunglasses?"
"Got home late," he mumbled, and hopefully held out his own mug, which he had been clutching to his chest. Elena filled hers first, then sighed, and filled his as well.
Gerard stumbled to the table. He wanted to put his head down, but he wanted to drink his coffee more. He settled for propping his head up carefully on his hand while he drank.
He could smell himself. His hair smelled like whiskey. It made his stomach roll over.
Elena settled down across from him and lit a cigarette. The snap of the lighter seemed awfully loud. "Did you have a nice night?"
Gerard shrugged. "I went out."
"I can see that." She smoked quietly for a minute. The smell of the smoke made his stomach even more unhappy, even as it made him want one of his own real bad. He took the sunglasses off, tossed them on the table. His head throbbed from the sunlight piercing into his brain. She was watching him, and she looked sad.
"What?" he said tiredly. "What? Mikey's been telling me to go out, so I went out. Okay? I went out, and I met someone, and we -" Hooked up. "Hit it off." He scrubbed his hands over his face hard enough that he saw stars. "I did it, okay? What do you want from me?" He dropped his hands heavily into his lap.
She didn't say anything for a minute, just took another sip of coffee, then another drag of her cigarette. "I want you to be happy," she finally said, quietly.
He stared across the table at her. In the sunlight flooding in the kitchen windows, her skin looked almost translucent.
"Who did you meet?" she asked then, like asking about a hook-up was a completely normal conversation to be having with your grandson.
"His name is Frank," he told his coffee cup. "He -" Gerard stopped, because, well, fuck. He knew literally *nothing* about Frank other than that he was pretty, and short, and really good at sucking cock. "He seemed nice," he finished weakly, glancing up at her.
Elena was just looking at him, and it wasn't pity, exactly, in her eyes, but more like understanding. Like she knew exactly what had happened last night, and exactly how sad it was that that was the best Gerard had to offer.
He sat back in his chair and buried his face in his coffee again. "Fuck," he sighed. "I gotta get to work." He took a moment to gather himself.
"Gerard, listen to me." Elena got to her feet and came over, reaching for his hands and tugging him to his feet. He felt like a kid again, like when he was six and she would dance with him in the living room. She held his hands, her skin warm and dry like paper. "I want you to be happy. I want you to be something. I think you could be something great. You have it in you. I know you do." She pushed him back a little, studying him with her head tilted back, like he was a piece of art, and then moved his sweaty whiskey hair out of his eyes. "But you won't find it at the bottom of a bottle. Or moping alone in the basement." She pulled him forward into a hug. "I love you, kid."
He rested his cheek against the soft fabric of her bathrobe and shut his eyes tight against the light. (25,330 words)
(also at http://brooklinegirl.livejournal.com/852974.html )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  concept:art  condition:mental.illness  occupation:artist/designer  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:public.sex  smut:masturbation  setting:bar/club  setting:office  location:Way.basement  location:Cartoon.Network  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/OC(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-12  fic:source:fanmix 
december 2012 by turlough
gala_apples: Kisses in the Snow
REC: Gerard doesn't notice they're snowed in until Gabe tells him. Such a cute little story. I love how focused Gerard is on his art and how straightforward Gabe has to be to break through his obliviousness. (2012-12-09)
QUOTE: "This room smells like death," Gabe says when he comes in for the third time.
"Why are you still here?" Gerard doesn't say it meanly. He's just curious. Mikey's come in twice to give him drinks and full size bags of pretzels - as delicious as chips, without the horrifying oil stains if he drops one and doesn't notice - which means it's probably been a full day. He crashed hard after coming. No doubt he's slept something like thirteen hours. It happens a lot. Gabe was there when he fell asleep, gone when he woke up. Gerard had just assumed he went home.
Gabe frowns. "There's a window right there. Do you never look up?"
Gerard follows Gabe's arm ending in pointed finger. He can't see anything, the window is a dark grey. "Not really," he answers when the question really hits him. "One drop of acid rain and you're blind for a lifetime."
"It is blizzarding like *fuck* outside. No car is going anywhere. No bike is going anywhere. Shit, no one with a screen door that swings out instead of in is going anywhere. I'm sure a bunch of branches have already broken under the weight of snow. Time to start counting batteries, is what I'm saying."
Oh. So the window well is full of snow then, that's why it looks weird. "So you're just camping out here?" (1,280 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/715944 & http://gala-apples.livejournal.com/379460.html )
author:gala_apples  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  things:snow  occupation:student.high.school  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2012-12 
december 2012 by turlough
annemaris: You're a Matter of Urgency
REC: The one where Gerard and Mikey are in a relationship and when Mikey is in a traffic accident they meet Frank the nurse. A great story with first class characterisations. I loved the way Gerard and Mikey's relationship was written and the way Frank's professional caretaking changed into geniune friendship and then into more. I also really liked the way Frank and his apprehensions and worries were written. (2012-10-28)
QUOTE: Gerard's still there the next day. Frank's not sure if he has moved at all.
"I think he's only gone out to pee and get coffee," Mikey says. They're both looking at Gerard, asleep in the chair. "He's always here when I wake up."
Mikey sounds somewhere between pleased and worried. Mostly he just sounds tired, but when Frank looks at him he's staring intently at Gerard. His gaze is almost as intense as Gerard's.
"So he hasn't eaten?" Frank asks.
"I don't know," Mikey says. "Whenever I ask him he says he's fine and tells me not to worry."
Frank frowns and changes Mikey's bandage, then checks his vitals.
"I think he's starting to smell," Mikey says, wrinkling his nose. "But I can't really tell. What do you think?"
"I think we're past that point," Frank says. He continues charting Mikey's stats. Gerard's asleep now anyway, and Frank doesn't really want to wake him up to tell him he should maybe go home for a bit.
"So you're feeling okay?" he asks Mikey. "No really intense pain? Feeling like you're gonna black out?"
"Well it still hurts when the painkillers start to wear off but not as much as yesterday. I think if I tried to get up I couldn't really manage, though."
"Yeah," Frank says. "You're definitely not there yet, but it's good that the pain is lessening. You don't feel nauseous? Headaches?"
"Just a little woozy when I try to lift my head," Mikey says.
Frank nods and closes his clipboard. "Everything looks good," he says. "They're probably gonna move you to a different room at some point, off the post-surgery floor and into a regular room."
"Oh," Mikey says. "Okay. Do you know when?"
"Not yet," Frank says. "Look up." Mikey compiles and Frank shines a light in his eyes.
"But that means I'm doing better, right."
"Yeah, you're doing well," Frank says.
"I should tell Gerard," Mikey says. "Maybe he'll stop worrying as much." Frank certainly hopes so; maybe at least as much that he'll go home for a little while. Frank really doesn't want to have to remove him by force or anything, but if Gerard doesn't move even to eat then he's going to be Frank's next patient.
At least he's sleeping right now, instead of spending the whole day and night awake watching his brother. "I should tell him right now," Mikey says, decidedly.
"Maybe wait for him to wake up," Frank suggests. "He seems pretty beat."
"No, he'll sleep better if he knows," Mikey says. "I don't want him to worry."
Frank wants to argue, but it's clear this is important for Mikey and he doesn't want to agitate him. Mikey's been calm so far, and Frank doesn’t want to impede his recovery by upsetting him.
"Gerard," Mikey says gently. Frank's about to say that he doubts that's gonna work, Gerard seems to be fast asleep, but Gerard stirs and opens his eyes. He sits up fast.
"Mikey?" he asks, reaching out.
"I'm fine," Mikey says. "Frank says they're gonna move me to a different room soon."
Gerard rests his hand on Mikey's arm and looks up at Frank. "A different room?"
"That means he's doing better," Frank says and Gerard nods, looks back at Mikey. "It won't be today, but tomorrow, maybe." (33,470 words)
(also at http://annemari.dreamwidth.org/316705.html )
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  activity:moving  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:polyamory  condition:injury  condition:illness  occupation:doctor/nurse  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:established  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:clinic/hospital  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-10 
october 2012 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Like a Secret in Your Throat
REC: The one where Frank wants to have hot sex with his vampire boyfriend, not cuddle. A great story that's sweet and funny and very hot. I love this grumpy Frank and thought-reading Ray is so cool, and Gerard is completely adorable as the vampire boyfriend. (2012-10-21)
QUOTE: "And then you had great sex, the end."
Frank stuck out his lower lip. "Just because you can read my mind doesn't mean you have to be a total asshole."
Ray rolled his eyes and put down his guitar. Most of the time, Frank empathized with the guy. The whole psychic thing was part of his family's vampire hunting history, but the laws protecting the undead had passed long before either Frank or Ray were born, and so Ray didn't get to channel it into something productive. Well, except when they were fixing things in the middle of a show, and Frank didn't feel like going for the dead mic. That was handy.
But seriously. Ray always fucking ruined Frank's stories.
"Go ahead," Ray said.
Frank crossed his arms with a scowl, but he kept going. "He didn't even hold me down! He laid *next* to me and fucking hugged me while he gave me a handjob. I had to hold *him* down while I blew him so I wouldn't choke to death."
Ray blinked. "Tell me you used a condom."
"Dude. It's the middle of the day. You think I could've walked over here if I picked something up?"
Ray winced. At least Frank wouldn't have to hear the safe–sex lecture yet again. "Right. Sorry."
"So we spooned, he passed out like five seconds later, and I watched TV with his brother until dawn." Frank knocked his head on the wall behind him. "If I didn't like him so fucking much, I'd go find an actual hookup."
Ray's eyebrows disappeared into his low–hanging curls. "You like him?"
"Sure." Mikey wasn't bad, either. He had good taste in late–night TV.
"So... why don't you tell him? If it's going to happen again."
"Because!" Frank waved his hands. "He's a vampire! This shit should come naturally! Talking about it -" (3,080 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/59364.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/71723.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  beings:vampires  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:esp:telepathy  relationship:established  smut:biting  smut:rough.sex  smut:masturbation  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-10  recced:2012-10  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
october 2012 by turlough
annemaris: Not A Side Effect
REC: The one where Mikey tells Gerard he's a virgin. An absolutely lovely little story. They're so young and unsure and Mikey is so brave. I love the ending, it's so right. (2012-10-21)
QUOTE: "Wait," Gerard says, and glances at Mikey. "Does that mean you've never kissed a dude?" It's not Mikey said, not as such, but it's there, hiding in the background.
"Just let it go, Gee," Mikey says, even though he's the one who brought it up. But Mikey looks closed off and tense. So Gerard bumps his shoulder and turns back to the TV.
But he doesn't stop thinking about it. He doesn't mean to, but he can't help it.
He can't focus on the movie, now that Mikey told him he's never blown anyone, never fucked anyone, never gotten fucked. Has never kissed a dude, possibly, and Gerard feels off balance and confused and *wrong* for even thinking about this, thinking about it in detail.
He'd decided early on - when Mikey got (objectively, always objectively) hot, when he told Gerard that he thought he was into boys as well - that he was, well. Having fun exploring, all that. Gerard had decided and vowed to never really think about it, no more than just to make sure Mikey was okay and safe. He wasn't supposed to think about it.
Mikey yawns and shuffles down on the bed, leans his head against Gerard's side. Gerard freezes.
Usually he'd bury his hand in Mikey's hair, massage his temples, but he *can't*, not with the thoughts running through his head, not when the idea of grabbing Mikey's hair brings a whole different image to his mind.
"Uh," he says, and slowly inches away from Mikey. "I gotta piss."
Mikey mumbles something and curls up in the space Gerard left vacant. Gerard bites his lip and rushes to the bathroom.
He gasps when he sees his reflection in the mirror - his cheeks are flushed; eyes dark, pupils blown. (2,450 words)
(also at http://annemaris.livejournal.com/326851.html?thread=5693891#t5693891 )
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:cuddling  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  time:pre-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-10  recced:2012-10  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
october 2012 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Romance
REC: The one where Gerard wants to be in love. A totally charming and very sweet early days story. (2012-09-23)
QUOTE: "You okay?" Ray asked, frowning down at where Gerard was half-slumped against the car.
Gerard shook his head. That was a mistake. The road spun around him, and he waited for it to balance somewhat before saying, "Mikey left. Mikey gets t'be in love."
"Don't think that's love, man." Ray helped Gerard to his feet again so he could open the door and get him inside. "Move your foot. It's caught in the seat belt."
Gerard did his best, and judging by the way Ray hauled him up, it was enough. He settled into the car seat, leaning against the head rest. The upholstery felt good on his cheek. "Everyone loves Mikey. N'one loves me."
Later, he thought he remembered feeling Ray's hand patting his arm, but he passed out a few seconds after. It seemed like something Ray would do, anyway. (1,760 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/57829.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/70361.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  concept:art  concept:music  relationship:friendship  setting:bar/club  time:early.days  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) 
september 2012 by turlough
greedy_dancer: Not How It Should Be Done
REC: Gerard and Frank's been dating for a while when Frank gets into an argument at the big Iero family gathering. So sweet. (2012-09-23)
QUOTE: Anyway, the day comes, and Gerard puts on a nice clean shirt and washes his hair, and shows up with flowers for Frank's mom and everything. It's all going well for a while, and Gerard's engaged in a super interesting conversation with some of Frank's aunts about something or other, and he played with Frank's little cousins earlier, and he thinks everything is going super well! :D But suddenly, there's a big crash, and everyone shuts up and Gerard hears Frank yelling "Well this faggot just got married, so you can take your fucking caveman bigot opinions and shove them up your-"
"Frank!" Gerard calls from across the room, and he goes to stand next to Frank, who's all in Huge Asshole's face, vibrating and tense like he's about to throw a punch. And Huge Asshole is standing there all red and puffy and indignant with his stupid mouth open, and for the first time ever Gerard wishes everyone's eyes weren't on him. This is actually quite a familiar situation for Gerard, because Frank often gets into the faces of assholes and Gerard is generally super supportive of that, and super proud that Frank will stand for himself and what he believes in. But... They're not usually throwing down in the middle of Frank's mom's living room, with all of his family around. (872 words)
(also at http://greedy-dancer.dreamwidth.org/641747.html?thread=3539667#cmt3539667 )
author:greedy_dancer  fandom:Bandom  fic:form:not!fic  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:homophobia  relationship:established  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
september 2012 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Beep-Beep
REC: Mikey's been a constant present in Gerard's mind since he was a day old. Sweet little telepathy ficlet. (2012-09-23)
QUOTE: "Danny Briggs? You think he's hot?" Mikey makes a face at his brother.
Gerard drops the pencil and chews on his bottom lip. His face feels hot. "Wha-?"
"Dude, I *heard* you. Like, thinking about the way Danny's butt looks in the black jeans and how you -"
"Never mind! Never mind!" Gerard jumps off from his bed, flapping his hands because hearing his thoughts parroted to him in his little brother's voice is kinda creepy. "You could've told me that I was, you know, thinking about, um, *him*"
"Whatever." Mikey pushes his glasses up. "We're like, I dunno, walkie-talkies or something."
"Man, that's just fucked-up," Gerard says and starts to chew on a stray hangnail. 'There are no secrets. I'm not my own person. Why would someone want to listen to me? I'm just -'
Mikey's voice breaks the stream of thoughts with calm reassurance. 'You're just my brother, Gee. Always have been and always will be.' (1,000 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  condition:mental.illness  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  time:early.days  location:Way.basement  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09 
september 2012 by turlough
mistresscurvy: untitled fic
REC: Mrs Iero's car isn't in the driveway so Gerard doesn't bother ringing the bell. A great little crossdressing fic. I love the intimate feel of the makeup scene. And the easy way they fell into kissing felt so right. (2012-09-23)
QUOTE: "Don't you know how to knock, asshole?" Frank snaps.
"Sorry," Gerard says automatically. Under normal circumstances he would defend himself, retort that the whole point of Frank showing him where the hidden key is kept was to remove the necessity of knocking. But these aren't normal circumstances.
These are Frank-in-a-dress circumstances.
Or maybe not a dress, exactly. The material's too flimsy for that, the silky fabric skimming over his limbs, barely concealing his body under it. The edge of the skirt just hits at Frank's knees, the pale pink color contrasting with his hairy legs. Gerard's gaze travels upwards, over Frank's little belly pudge that almost gives him the hint of curves, the illusion of hips. The delicate straps rest lightly on his shoulders, somehow both emphasizing his masculinity and making it easy to focus on the line of his neck, the gentle slope of the fabric over his chest.
The slip - that's what it is, holy fuck, Frank is wearing a slip - has a lace edge around the top, dipping down in a V. A few stray chest hairs peek out over the top.
Gerard's eyes finally land on Frank's face again. Or really on his lips, which are rosy and slick with gloss, the perfect bow of his mouth twisted by Frank's frown.
His cheeks are pink too, but Gerard's pretty sure that's not because of too much blush. "What the fuck are you staring at," Frank says finally, the angry set of his mouth undercut by the terror Gerard can hear in his voice, the tension in the hand clutching an eye pencil.
Swallowing hard, Gerard takes a step forward. He keeps his eyes on Frank's, his left one inexpertly lined in black, his right bare. "Let me help?" (1,580 words)
author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  activity:crossdressing  things:makeup  concept:genderfuck  relationship:friendship  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
september 2012 by turlough
synonomy: Buzzed
REC: The one where Gerard and Frank are smoking up and Frank cuts Gerard's hair. A both charming and hot story. Very funny and sweet and with an adorable Gerard. I also really like how the tension built up between them. (2012-09-23)
QUOTE: "S'good, right?" Frank's proud, satisfied voice hums through the haze, like he thinks he fucking invented marijuana or something.
"You can't," Gerard slurs, pressing the heel of his hand against his head to try and make his thoughts stay still. "You can't take credit for what the weed does, Frankie, that's."
"Plagiarism?" Frank suggests. "Oppressive? Immoral? Just, like, totally *not cool*, oh my *gooood*?"
Gerard may be dangerously close to 'totally fucked', but he knows when he's being mocked. He chooses not to rise to it, and makes a face in Frank's direction instead. He doesn't even know if Frank saw.
They're both quiet for a while. Gerard's ass is kind of numb, even though he snagged one of Frank's pillows to sit on when he sat down. He thinks about moving to the bed, but then Frank would probably sit on it too. Gerard glances at him. He's got his eyes closed, head laid back against the mattress, one leg bent and the other sprawled out, this stupid little smile tugging at his mouth. "You're staring again, aren't you," he suddenly says, without opening his eyes.
"No," Gerard says, too quickly, darting his eyes to the TV. And then back to Frank, "Wait, I don't. Again?"
"Yeah," Frank says, head still tipped back. "You do it a lot. Stare at me." He keeps his tone neutral, like he's just stating facts, so Gerard doesn't know how Frank feels about that, or what he's getting at, or what he *means*.
Gerard's heart starts beating faster. He feels kind of lurch-y. He doesn't know what to say, but he feels like Frank is expecting some sort of response. "I don't," he stutters, except he *does*. God, does he ever, so he shuts up. He tries for another hit, even though the best of it has long fizzled out - inhales badly and ends up coughing up a lung. Awesome. Maybe he'll die right here.
When he stops choking, Frank's opened an eye and has it fixed it on him. "It's okay," he says reassuringly. His smile is fuller, wider. "I don't mind."
"Uh," Gerard gets out, still heaving a little. "Okay?" (6,500 words)
(also at http://synonomy.livejournal.com/36880.html )
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  activity:drug.use  activity:hair.cutting/dyeing  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:frottage  setting:on.break  time:early.days  location:Way-Iero.apartment  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
september 2012 by turlough
romanticalgirl: untitled ficlet
REC: Teenaged Mikey and Gerard in Elena's attic looking through boxes of old clothes. Lovely little crossdressing story. (2012-09-16)
QUOTE: He looks over at Gee, wearing Grandpa's old suit jacket and a fedora, a pipe stuck between his teeth. "What d'you think, Mikes?"
Mikey nods, because Gerard looks good. He always looks good, but now he looks... right, like he's needs to be cemented in a time when the clothes meant something and the world seemed bigger. "You look good. You smell like Grandpa."
"What'd you find?" He comes closer, walking carefully in the way that lets Mikey know that he stole a few swallows from one of Elena's off limits liquor bottles. Mikey holds up the dress in his fist, surprised his hand is shaking. "Oh, man. Look at that color."
"I bet Elena looked amazing in this."
Gerard nods as he walks closer, taking the dress from Mikey's hand. He holds it up and shakes it out, so the fabric falls in waves, and then he holds it up. It's in front of Mikey, like Gerard is viewing him in it, and Mikey has to drop his eyes, afraid everything is going to show in them. Of course, this is Gerard, so it's not like he has to actually *see*. (628 words)
(also at http://romantical.dreamwidth.org/1115338.html#cutid2 & http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/1091041.html#cutid2 )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:crossdressing  activity:ballrom.dancing/ballet.dancing  beings:teenagers  concept:genderfuck  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
september 2012 by turlough
turps: untitled ficlet
REC: The one where Gerard lives in Mikey's shadow and Gabe is disconcerting. This was such a sweet little story. The last sentence is perfect. (2012-09-16)
QUOTE: Steady at last, Gerard looks over at Mikey, who as always, is surrounded by people, none of whom look Gerard's way as he makes his way to the door.
Five minutes and he'll go back. Five minutes and he'll be cooled down enough to lose himself in the burn of cheap vodka, embracing the haze of the unnoticed.
A hand stamp later and Gerard steps outside, sweat cold on his body as he shivers and hunches inside of his coat.
"Gerard Way, and without your other half."
Despite the use of his name, it takes Gerard a moment to realise who's talking, and that Gabe's actually talking to Gerard. Not that he'll be staying for long. Gabe's Mikey's friend, and Gerard takes a step closer to the wall, seeking the scant shelter. "Mikey's inside."
"I'll see him later," Gabe says, but makes no attempt to move, just keeps standing in the middle of the sidewalk, looking over at Gerard. "You're going to freeze out here." (776 words)
(also at http://turps.dreamwidth.org/1030938.html#cutid5 & http://turps33.livejournal.com/1171957.html#cutid5 )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  setting:bar/club  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09 
september 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: To the Midnight Land
REC: Being a teenager is hard. Being a Blooded teenager is even worse. But Frank is stubborn and he knows what he wants. This was wonderful. I love the universe Aka's created with the different sorts of Shifters and their rich community life. And I love the way she writes Frank and his friends - always being on top of each other, always cuddling and needing physical reaffirmation of their friendship - it's so fitting to what they are. It's also a great coming-of-age story. Getting to see Frank growing up is absolutely delightful. (2012-09-09)
QUOTE: He found Ray, and they went and got sodas and food from the adults manning the grill. Some kind of mechanically processed beef-pork-chicken hot dog for Ray, a hamburger for Frankie. And corn on the cob, roasted and buttery.
There were two boys in line in front of them, one really skinny dude with glasses and a slightly chubby guy with long, black-dyed hair. Frankie heard the name 'Mikey' and had to wonder if these were Mrs. Rush's grandkids.
Shyness was not something that Frankie was familiar with. "Hey, you guys new? Wanna come hang out with me and Ray?" he asked, gesturing with his paper plate of food. "We're gonna sit over there and talk about music and comic books and horror movies, if you're interested."
Ray gave him a raised-eyebrow look and Frankie shrugged. Better to find out now if the new guys were assholes or not. Though Frankie was leaning more toward not, because they didn't smell mean and they didn't look like they'd fit in so well with regular people. Never mind the fact that their family was obviously Blooded or Allied.
The two looked at each other, exchanging significant looks before shrugging. "Sure," the skinny one said.
"C'mon, then," Frankie said, leading the way. He sat down, mindful of his tail, back against the rough bark of a tree. Ray sat next to him, barely touching, and they watched as the other two settled across from them.
Ray took a bite of his hotdog. "I'm Ray, he's Frankie," he said, still chewing.
"Don't talk with your mouth full." Frankie shuddered and punched Ray lightly in the arm. "You're such a gross motherfucker."
"Mikey." That was from the skinny one. He nodded toward the other boy, who seemed to be really interested in his food. "Gerard." His lips quirked the tiniest bit. "Cool tail."
Frankie flicked one of his fox ears and grinned, looking at Ray, who rolled his eyes.
"Frankie's been showing the damn thing off for *days* now. He's been really annoying."
Mikey laughed at that, and Gerard shyly peered up at them through his long bangs.
"You're just jealous, because your tail is short and stumpy." Frankie ran his fingers through the soft fur of his tail, still amazed that it was part of him, that he could *feel* it when he touched it.
"Yeah, but when I finally Change, people won't notice my tail. They'll be looking at my claws and teeth." (24,510 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:cuddling  activity:transformation.animate  activity:drinking  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  beings:animals.others  beings:shapeshifter  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:pack  concept:scent  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  condition:in.heat  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:frottage  smut:biting  smut:blowjob  smut:masturbation  setting:forest/jungle  setting:high.school  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
september 2012 by turlough
rivers_bend: A Hero or a Grinder
REC: The one where they're on tour in the early days and Frank discovers that Gerard and Mikey are fucking. This was a lovely story with a wonderful Frank characterisation. I love the way the touring was written, it made it feel so real, and so did the slow and kind of haphazard way their threeway relationship evolved. (2012-08-26)
QUOTE: Gerard's eyes are wet when he turns them on Frank. "Hey," Frank says. "Are you alright?" Drunk like this, Gerard might be crying over a firefly, or the moon, or a song lyric, but shit's been a little weird lately, and Mikey did go off with a girl, and jesus what if Gerard is out here heartbroken over his fucking brother? Frank isn't sure he's ready to deal with that.
Gee just tips his head back, closes his eyes.
"Is it, is it Mikey?" Ready or not, Gerard's his... Gerard, and Frank's gonna do whatever it takes to look out for him.
"We stopped," Gerard says, voice wrecked worse than Frank's ever heard it. "We stopped, so you can't tell anyone. Please, Frankie. Please don't tell anyone."
And fuck. *Fuck*. Gerard's not crying over Mikey, he's crying over *him*. Or like. What he's afraid Frank's gonna do. "I wouldn't. Fuck! Gerard, I wouldn't. Not ever."
But Gerard's not even listening, is rocking his head on the back of the sofa, muttering, "It didn't hurt anyone. We never hurt anyone. We just sometimes. Sometimes..."
He sounds so broken, and Frank can't let him sound so broken. Dropping the bottle on the porch floor, he gathers Gerard in his arms and pulls him so his face is in Frank's neck. "Gerard," Frank says, squeezing his nape, trying to get through. "I know. He's happy, you're happy, we're all happy. No one's hurt here."
Gerard sniffs, nuzzles Frank a bit, takes several deep breaths. "I'm a little hurt," he murmurs after a while.
"Yeah," Frank says, stroking Gerard's hair. "I can see that."
While Gerard clings and Frank pets, Gerard's cigarette burns down between his fingers. When it's almost gone, Frank pries it away, takes the last puff. Because he also has feelings about littering, he stubs it out on his shoe and drops it in the vicinity of the bottle so he can take it inside later. "Did you stop because of me?" he asks softly, still petting Gee's hair, hoping that he's not going to make the dude cry again.
"He said you knew," Gerard says. "What if you went to the cops? What if you left us? We need you, Frank. Don't sound the same without you."
Frank can't tell if Gerard is just being overdramatic, or if he and Mikey get up to a lot more than holding hands and making out and Gee thinks Mikey told Frank more than he did. Not that it's any of his business. And not that it's anything to tell. "What am I gonna tell the cops? And what am I gonna leave for? You guys are fucking family to me, and I'd make out with either of you any time you wanted, so fuck that. Nothing wrong with kissing family." Frank's pretty sure the authorities would say it's not the same thing, but for all Frank knows, to Gerard and Mikey it is. He's not gonna fucking judge. "Hell. I'd even blow you. I'm not fucking leaving because you love your brother and he loves you back." (10,320 words)
(also at http://rivers-bend.dreamwidth.org/13044.html )
author:rivers_bend  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:performing  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:masturbation  smut:threesome  setting:on.tour  setting:bar/club  time:early.days  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Mikey(past)  pov:Frank  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-08  recced:2012-08  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2012 by turlough
mrsronweasley: Waxing
REC: Ten years on, Frank and Gerard return home for Thanksgiving, a coda to her fantastic werewolf/highschool AU 'Run'. I'd no idea how much I wanted to hear more from this universe and this coda is absolutely lovely. I love the glimpses we get of what has happened in the intervening years and how clear it is that they're finally happy and settled together. The talk between Gerard and Frank's mom is both heartbreaking and heartwarming and the ending is just perfect. (2012-08-05)
QUOTE: Frank nudges him awake, and Gerard jerks up. It's dark everywhere, so it must be fucking late. He'd actually meant to only doze and come out when he was ready, but...
"Tired, huh?" Frank whispers, breath hot over Gerard's face. He's being a total pain in the ass, too, kneeing Gerard in the thighs and shins as he settles down, tugging the blankets onto them both.
"Ugh," Gerard grimaces and buries his face in the pillow where it's wet from his drool. "Sorry, I didn't mean to - everything good?"
"Huh?" He's pretty sure Frank is laughing at him.
Gerard sighs and rolls back onto his side, more awake and aware now. He never shut the curtains earlier, so the darkness that enveloped them a moment ago dissipates into softer dark, the kind that includes dim streetlights and occasional car beams.
Frank is smiling, one hand under his cheek. "It's a bed, Gee," he whispers. "Look at this shit!"
Before Gerard has a chance to process what's so exciting about this, Frank climbs right on top of him and spreads out his body until it's covering Gerard's as much as it can. Gerard oofs and laughs too loudly for the dark before grunting and attempting to shove Frank off. It's kind of a losing battle, though.
"Shouldn't you want all your own space, then?" he asks instead as Frank presses him down and nudges Gerard's chin out of the way to get at his collarbone. He's just such a *wolf* sometimes.
"I want *our* own space," Frank informs him, his voice quiet and muffled. "Haven't been able to fuck you properly for months."
Gerard's dick responds to that quicker than his brain does. It's fucking embarrassing, really, how well Frank's got him trained at this point. He tries to cover it up somehow, in any way, but Frank's got the advantage on him. He's already felt it. (5,590 words)
author:mrsronweasley  fandom:Bandom  beings:werewolves  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:mating.for.life  concept:sobriety  things:memories  occupation:musician  occupation:writer  relationship:established  smut:fucking  setting:on.break  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-08  recced:2012-08  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2012 by turlough
jezrana: A Crack in the Sky
REC: The one where Gerard has psychic abilities and they're paranormal investigators instead of a band. This was a totally engrossing story and I loved the way canon was fitted into this universe. Gerard and Grant's first meeting was just right and so was Gerard and Frank's. And Gerard and Mikey's relationship was absolutely lovely - so much brotherly love and caretaking. I only wish it had been longer. It felt a little like their early years were skimmed over too quickly. (2012-07-15)
QUOTE: Gerard never admits it to the others, but he actually kind of likes driving the graveyard shift. With a giant truck stop coffee in the cupholder, the radio turned low so it doesn't keep the others awake, and nothing but highway stretching out in front of him, he gets to this place that's a weird combination of wired and peaceful. He has to stay focused on driving, but after years of late night drives he can do that with part of his mind and let the rest wander.
It's always a good way to let himself work through things after finishing up a case, and after a case like this he needs it. He can still see the little girl's face in his mind. She'd gone missing years ago and had never been found. At least now her parents know what happened, though part of Gerard wishes he hadn't been the one saddled with the job of telling them. And the girl's at peace, finally. Gerard talked to her, let her rage at him - no, it wasn't fair, and no, he didn't understand why it had happened to her, either - and then sent her off into the dark, to face whatever came next.
He doesn't know what happens to them after that, if there's some kind of afterlife or just oblivion. None of the ghosts he's ever talked to have known, either. As far as Gerard can tell, no one who takes that final step ever comes back to tell about it.
Shit like this is why he doesn't drink anymore. He can imagine how last night would have gone if he did - a drink or two to unwind, then another to try and forget the dead child's face, and then another when that one didn't work, and so on. Better to just not let himself start.
His phone rings, shrill in the quiet, startling Gerard out of his thoughts. He grabs for it before it wakes someone up, and a flash of intuition tells him who it's going to be without even looking at the screen.
"Hey, Mikey," he says as he lifts the phone to his ear.
"Hey," Mikey says. He sounds tired. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
"Nah, I'm driving right now. Case is done, so we're on the way home. How's everything there?"
"Okay," Mikey says, but then adds, "I had a bad dream."
"Anything you want to talk about?" Gerard asks.
"Not much to talk about, really. Just... uneasiness. I was worried it might have something to do with your case; you didn't have any trouble, did you?"
"Not really," Gerard tells him. "I mean, it was a kid; those are always kind of rough. But she went pretty easy."
"Guess it's nothing, then," Mikey says, though he still sounds a little worried. "Just be careful on the road, okay?"
"Sure," Gerard assures him. "And I'll come see you once we're home, okay?"
"Sure." (54,860 words)
(also at http://wordslinging.dreamwidth.org/22173.html )
author:jezrana  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  activity:exorcism  activity:therapy  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:demons  beings:ghosts  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  concept:suicide  concept:possession  condition:PTSD  things:dreams  occupation:supernatural.investigator  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:frottage  smut:threesome  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:clinic/hospital  setting:mansion/palace  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:Chicago  location:Paramour.Mansion  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  band:The.Hush.Sound  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-07  recced:2012-07  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  beings:poltergeist  concept:esp:general  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairi 
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  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  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
dear_monday: If The Sun Comes Up
REC: Gerard is the reason Frank is up at ass o' clock in the morning painting the set for Vampires. This was both really sweet and scorchingly hot. They're such adorable dorks, both of them. (2012-07-01)
QUOTE: He pads over to stand behind Gerard, who's completely absorbed in his work. His eyes are narrowed, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth just like it does when he draws. He puts everything into his art, whether it's a quick sketch of Mikey or a carefully inked superhero or a doodle on the back of a 7-11 receipt or even just paint on a wall. There's a tiny, awful part of Frank that's so, so fucking glad Cartoon Network pissed all over Gerard's dreams. Gerard is nine kinds of genuinely, blindingly amazing. Frank feels like the luckiest motherfucker on the planet just to know him, let alone be in his band.
Frank reaches out and pinches the soft flesh of Gerard's side through his hoodie, making Gerard squawk and drop his brush on his foot.
"Fucker," Gerard grouses, making no move to pick it up or wipe the paint off his shoe. Frank hooks his chin over Gerard's shoulder and wraps his arms around Gerard's waist, nuzzling at the side of his neck. Gerard is the reason why Frank is here at ass o' clock in the morning to get the set finished a day early while Mikey and Ray and Otter are all catching up on precious sleep. The *least* Gerard can do is let Frank use him as a human pillow for a minute or two. Anyway, Gerard knows Frank gets handsy when he's stoned, so he doesn't get all weird and twitchy anymore when Frank invades his personal space like he did the first time it happened. He just leans back into Frank, warm and familiar and *home*.
"A motherfucking video," Frank says softly. They've all said those same three words so many times since they found out that it's more like a prayer than actual words, just syllables repeated into meaninglessness.
"Yeah," Gerard agrees, quiet and awed. "Shit. We're actually doing this. We're gonna make it."
They stand there like that for a long moment, Gerard's head resting against Frank's.
"Oh my god, we're actually watching paint dry," Gerard mumbles eventually, with a weak gurgle of laughter. "Can you be disqualified from being in a rock band for being too lame?" (4,160 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  concept:art  relationship:friendship  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:on.break  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-07  time:early.days  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
july 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: We All Wanna Party When the Funeral Ends
REC: Four times Mikey and Gerard almost called it quits and one time that they didn't. A lovely portrayal of the ups and downs of their relationship. The bit about the time when Gerard hit rockbottom was heartbreaking. (2012-07-01)
QUOTE: He couldn't bring himself to even *look* at Gee, he was so fucking pissed. Gee had tried to leave him and that tore something loose inside of Mikey, something vital.
As the tour stumbled through the Midwest, slowly heading east toward the SummerSonic dates in Japan, the tension grew unbearable. Otter was sullen and argumentative, Frank was hanging out with other bands as much as possible, Ray was worrying so much he probably had an ulcer and Mikey - Mikey was pretending that Gee didn't exist.
Not that Gee noticed, because he was busy drinking himself into a grave.
"We're done," he said to Gee's unconcious body, sprawled on the floor of the lounge. "I can't take this any more." Mikey had to sit on his hands to keep from reaching out to touch. Mikey prodded at Gee's limp body with his foot, pushing until Gee was on his side, just to be safe. Didn't want him to pull a Jimi Hendrix. "Fucker. I hate you." Mikey leaned down and pushed the hair out of Gee's face. He looked terrible, sallow and pasty, face bloated with too much alcohol. (1,900 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:detoxing  beings:teenagers  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  condition:mental.illness  relationship:established  relationship:breakup  relationship:marriage  setting:bar/club  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  time:pre-band  time:the.hiatus  time:early.days  location:Way.basement  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-07  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
july 2012 by turlough
tabula_x_rasa: Public Enemy
REC: It's 1932 and Gerard is making a name for himself robbing banks up and down New Jersey. Frank is an analyst for Hoover's Division of Investigation and determined to catch him. This was a great story. Fastpaced and entertaining, with just the right balance between introspection and action, and with scorchingly hot sex. I loved seeing Frank getting entangled with Gerard and not being able to stop even though he "should". Frank wasn't made to be prim and repressed - seeing him toeing the line and keeping his head down to fit into the DoI felt so *wrong*. I also loved how closely the story kept to Frank's POV. I have a terrible weakness for really tight third and it's written so well here. (2012-06-24)
QUOTE: The call came through at 2pm on a Tuesday: Way was at First National in Trenton. *In Trenton*, the cocky bastard. Frank broke several traffic laws on his way there. The alarm was still ringing when he pulled up down the street. He cut down an alley a block over from the bank and headed for the back. He didn't know the layout of the bank, but there was always a back entrance. Way didn't hit places that only had one in and out.
There was a tiny alley along one side of the bank building that only connected with this back street, not the front one. Frank could see how inviting that would look to robbers. There were a couple cars on the street; any of them could belong to Way. He pulled out his notebook, intending to quickly write down all the plates. Something heavy came down on his head with a thunk, and everything went black.
The back of Frank's head ached like hell, next thing he knew. He went to put a hand up there to check for blood, and that was when he discovered he couldn't move his arms.
"Aw, you're awake. Just in time. I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye."
Frank looked around, even though his head screamed when he moved it. He discovered a few things very quickly: he was sitting on the ground, propped up against a wall; he was tied up and gagged; Gerard Way was standing next to him. Frank forgot to look for anything else.
Way's hair was long, definitely black and not just dark brown. The artist's sketch they'd been using on the wanted posters made him look rougher than he really was. His features were so delicate he could have passed as a girl, Frank thought, with a pointed nose and a smirking mouth. His face was round and pale and his eyes were... his eyes were unmistakable. He was wearing a dark suit that was nicer than Frank's, and he wore it very well.
"Definitely not the long arm of the law, are you?" Way giggled. Frank glared at him. He would have spit if he wasn't gagged. Way took his time looking at him, and Frank shifted, uncomfortable and impatient and with no idea where this was going.
"Frank Iero," Way said. "The clever G-man with the pretty mouth." He smirked and flashed something white in his fingers. Frank struggled to bring his mind around to focus on it. It was a business card. Frank's business card. Way crouched down, still to the side so not directly in Frank's face, but close enough. Definitely close. Adrenaline was rushing through Frank, making him buzz, making him feel sharp, on edge. The edge of the business card scraped along his cheek, for a moment, catching on his stubble.
"I heard you visited my mother," Way said. Frank didn't look away.
"Gerard!" Someone, a man, shouted. Frank couldn't see who; Way was blocking everything.
Way pouted a little. "I gotta go. See you around, Frankie." He slapped Frank's cheek - it wasn't even hard, not really. He stood up and was gone, around the corner and out of sight. Frank heard a car drive off, but couldn't see which one it had been.
He didn't feel embarrassed until the Trenton PD found him, all wrapped up in the alley like a gift. (21,170 words)
(also at http://tabula-x-rasa.dreamwidth.org/10302.html )
author:tabula_x_rasa  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  activity:robbery  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:homophobia  condition:injury  occupation:police/detective  occupation:criminal/mobster  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  smut:masturbation  geography:US:New.Jersey  period:1930s  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-06  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study 
june 2012 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Shadows and Sunlight
REC: A lovely little story about Gabe and Gerard back in the beginning. It's both sad and hopeful and I love the way light and dark is used throughout the story. Both in the way Gabe thinks about Gerard and himself and where he sees their bands going. (2012-06-17)
QUOTE: Gerard, like many lead singers, ran in circles sidestage before most sets. My Chem wasn't big enough for roadies or techs to do their setup, and for some grand reveal with a ridiculous stage show, but Gabe sensed it in their future whenever he saw them thrash around. Colors, makeup, costumes, that was Gerard's shit, and he was meant to have it.
Gabe usually swung by to wave to Mikey while they tuned and to tell Gerard to break a leg or whatever. The length of their conversation usually depended on how wound up Gerard was. It was rarely longer than a hello.
"We should really hang out when we get back to Jersey," Gabe said the night before the tour's last show. "Commune."
Gerard's eyes focused on Gabe's for a few seconds, and Gabe's breath hitched. Maybe Gerard could see just as much about him, the hollow center that was the exact opposite of everything Gerard was trying to deaden.
And then his eyes went fuzzy again. (1,040 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/3759.html?thread=182191#cmt182191 & http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/54212.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/64495.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  smut:frottage  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Midtown  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gabe  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-06  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study 
june 2012 by turlough
leandra: 24 Frames Per Second - How (Not) To Be Friends
REC: It's been four years since Gerard and Frank broke up, now Frank is back in New York. The sequel to '24 Frames Per Second - The Belleville Fright Night Experiment of 1984'. The first story had a really great teenaged Gerard portrait in the characterisation of him as an adult in this story is just as good. I particularly liked the way his and Frank's quarrel was written. It felt very real and very adult. (2012-05-27)
QUOTE: Another special edition volume one was shoved over the table and Gerard stared at the fingers lying across it. Black nail polish was chipping off each nail and the knuckles were tattooed, spelling out "Hallo".
"You know, I once said Batman was the coolest superhero ever. I since have changed my mind," a familiar voice said, and Gerard raised his gaze to find Frank looking down at him.
"You didn't call," Frank continued when Gerard didn't manage to utter a word, and he sounded a bit pissed.
"Uh..." Gerard said, frantically looking down the line of people behind Frank, as if he wanted to convey that this was not the time and place. Which it really wasn't. "I had a lot of stuff to do," he said defensively.
"I saw a poster about you signing here at the comic book store I work part time," Frank explained, his voice still sharp and disappointed. "I figured I should stop by, get my copy signed."
Gerard winced, then tugged hard on the comic book until Frank's fingers slid off it. He opened it on the first page, right under the dedications (To F., for the inspiration and all those long nights talking about Fun Ghoul, to M. for never letting me lose sight of my dreams), hesitating, his sharpie poised over the page.
"You should have sent one to me when it came out," Frank said, still sounding angry. "I've been waiting for this fucking comic book longer than anyone else. I had to accidentally find out you published it when I was comic shopping! Imagine my surprise!"
The accusation was true - Gerard had just kind of postponed sending a copy to Frank until it had been months since the first issue had come out and then he had figured it was too late.
Gerard suppressed a growl, then scrawled his name on the page. "I dedicated the book to you. I bet not many boyfriends who ran off to Seattle to join a band can say that."
"Oh, wow, a dedication!" Frank said snottily, snatching his book back. "You publish a comic book which features my superhero alter ego and forget to fucking tell me!"
"Frank..." Gerard said, sighing, "Are you just here to fight with me about this?"
Frank huffed an annoyed breath, but his expression softened and he visibly deflated. "I don't wanna fight, G," he said, looking a bit ashamed as he lowered his head. "I just -" he paused, raking a hand through his dark hair in frustration. "I don't understand why you didn't call me." (25,240 words)
(also at http://pic-productions.livejournal.com/26304.html )
author:leandra  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.dogs  beings:kids  things:comics  things:memories  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:film  occupation:academic  occupation:teacher  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:writer  occupation:musician  relationship:breakup  relationship:brothers  smut:rimming  smut:fucking  geography:US:New.York  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pov:Gerard  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-12  recced:2012-05  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study 
may 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Bait and Switch (The If You Wanted Honesty Remix)
REC: Gerard and Mikey know what they want. They want Frank. A remix of 'Not Quite A Vacuum' by gala_apples. This was so much fun. I love the way it puts what happened in the original story in a completely different light while sticking exactly to the same plot. (2012-05-27)
QUOTE: There's another round of poking and wheedling and even Ray's looking exasperated before Mikey finally answers, annoyance clear in his voice. "Wasn't a girl."
Frank's taken aback for about two seconds, before he starts up again. Poke. "Which boy was it?" Poke.
Mikey had been pretty sure that that revelation would have stopped Frank in his tracks, so he knows he probably looks a little surprised. Even Ray doesn't seem fazed, just shaking his head until his curls bounce. Gee, though, he'd known.
"No, Frank's not committed to conventional gender roles, because it gets in the way of him trying to get laid," he'd explained, tracing the line of Mikey's jaw with a finger.
Mikey had laughed. "Can you put that down on your college application? 'I accept all gender roles, because it increases my chances of popping my cherry.'"
Gerard had smiled and brushed a kiss over Mikey's cheek. "Probably not."
The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch and Mikey jets, before Frank has a chance to renew his efforts. Things are going exactly as they'd planned, and his stomach is starting to knot up with excitement. (1,300 words)
(also at http://bessemerprocess.dreamwidth.org/213373.html?thread=1149053#cmt1149053 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:Waycest  relationship:established  relationship:poly  setting:high.school  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2012.Reverse.Remix  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-05  recced:2012-05  fic:category:slash  fic:form:remix  fic:genre:AU 
may 2012 by turlough
soundslikej: untitled fic
REC: The one where Ray and Gerard accidentally hooked up in high school. Sweet and funny. (2012-05-27)
QUOTE: It wasn't until Gerard decided to stand up and make his escape that he realized just how drunk he was.
"Hey," Ray said, grabbing his arm before he could fall over, and Gerard grinned up into his face.
"Hi, you're tall," he said. (He wasn't, really. Normal sized. But everyone was tall to Gerard. Especially when he couldn't stand up quite straight.)
"You're drunk," Ray told him.
"I am," he agreed. "And I have to go all the way down to the basement," he added plaintively.
"Did you want help?" Ray asked.
Gerard didn't. "Sure," he said anyway, and leaned heavily on Ray's arm as he steered him to the stairs, both of them giggling a little drunkenly each time one of them tripped. (537 words)
author:soundslikej  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  occupation:student.high.school  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2007-10  recced:2012-05  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) 
may 2012 by turlough
kisforkurama: Erasing Every Line We Know
REC: Sometimes Mikey will come home drunk and stumble into Gerard's bed. Lovely little Waycest ficlet. (2012-05-20)
QUOTE: At least, they don't talk about it until the morning that Gerard wakes up to Mikey's hand snaked under his boxers, stroking gently. Gerard doesn't think Mikey's really aware of what he's doing, but then Mikey's lips are being pressed to his neck and Mikey's hand is curling around him.
"Gee," Mikey says, soft and decisive.
"Mikey, I don't -"
"Gee," Mikey repeats, "relax."
Gerard closes his eyes and lets himself be awash in the sensation of Mikey's hand curled around him and jerking him off slowly. With every stroke, Gerard can feel the lines they've drawn being erased bit by bit until they're only ghostly remnants of thick, dark lines. They're still there, will always be there, but they're faint enough to cross now. Faint enough to disregard now. (507 words)
author:kisforkurama  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:handjob  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-12  recced:2012-05  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
may 2012 by turlough
verbyna: Parentheses
REC: A wonderful little ficlet about Gabe and Gerard in the Way basement. I loved Gabe's thoughts, the mix of cynicism and youthful enthusiasm, how willing he is to be convinced following Gerard to the basement was a good idea. (2012-05-06)
QUOTE: "When you say you have scotchka, do you mean whiskey and vodka that are distinguishable? Because I hate to doubt you, dude, but I do."
Gerard throws Gabe a look from where he's rummaging through the biohazardous area of his closet. "If you had standards, you wouldn't be here," he says, producing a water bottle half-full with a murky liquid. The scotchka. Gabe's not impressed. It's enough to get them buzzed, but not properly drunk.
"I feel cheated. That spells maudlin-drunk, not sloppy-drunk." He walks into the room, finally, and sits on the bed. After a moment's consideration, he pulls the stuff from under his ass and tosses it on the floor. (255 words)
author:verbyna  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  time:early.days  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Midtown  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gabe  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-04  recced:2012-05  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study 
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
shinetheway: Be Something (Time To Fly)
REC: Skater AU in which Frank does a daring stunt and falls in love with Gerard. Such a cute story. Loved Frank's stupid stunt and his idea of a celebration. (2012-04-22)
QUOTE: "Serves you right," Mikey said, and Frank flipped him off. He couldn't stop grinning, still, even though the adrenaline was definitely well and truly *gone*. Frank giggled at the ceiling, imagining it flying away, soaring out the window like he had, away into the blue blue sky. He didn't know why he was still so happy. It might have been the morphine.
"That was fucking awesome," Gerard said, waving his hands around, sounding like he meant it, and also like he couldn't believe Frank was still alive after such sheer stupidity. Frank sort of agreed, so he didn't give Gerard a hard time. He hadn't seen Gerard's face when he'd gone sailing out his bedroom window, just the shocked line of his back, his arms. He sort of wished he'd seen it.
Gerard was sitting on Frank's hospital bed, ignoring the nasty glares of the nurses who had to push him aside every time they needed to get to Frank's IV. Every time he stopped talking his hands stopped moving, and one of them always fell back to cup Frank's knee.
Maybe it wasn't the morphine. Wasn't just the morphine. Fuck, he was so stoned. Frank started giggling, and Gerard squeezed Frank's kneecap, making him twitch and giggle harder.
The doctor came back into the cubicle and handed Gerard a sheaf of papers, and Gerard had to take his hand away as he signed and signed. They'd told the triage nurse that Frank was Gerard's stepbrother so that they wouldn't call Frank's mom - not that she wasn't going to find out, but at least this way she didn't have to miss work and Frank could enjoy the morphine for a couple more hours without his mom yelling at him. And that, right there, woah. Buzz-kill. Awww, man, Frank thought. He stopped giggling, and started to just feel sad. She totally wouldn't appreciate his epic tale of low-orbit flight out a second story window, and just thinking about it made him feel tired and slow. And that made him feel even more sad, because this was his moment of triumph, and after all this time Gerard was sitting *right there* and all he could think about was how his mom was going to worry.
So Frank just stared down at the cast on his left arm, the brace on his left leg, and tried to capture that elusive goodwill that he'd felt, that giddy euphoria. He didn't feel happy any more. He felt sort of nauseous, actually, the room swimming.
"Just say no," he mumbled, and tried to curl a little tighter toward Gerard's warm body. Gerard patted him again, and Frank felt a little better. (5,160 words)
author:shinetheway  fandom:Bandom  activity:skating  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  condition:injury  things:graffitti  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:park  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:fanart  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
april 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Brought You to Tears Again
REC: Gerard visits Elena's grave on his 35th birthday. A beautiful and bittersweet little story. (2012-04-15)
QUOTE: He brought her flowers, like he always did. Daisies today, blue and purple and orange, bright and artificial. She would have loved them.
"Hey, Nana." Gerard sat down on the grass, cross-legged. The wind had stopped blowing and the sun broke through the clouds; it wasn't so bad. "Ma says hi." He plucked at the grass, mostly dry and winter-dormant, just to give his hands something to fiddle with, because he never knew what to say at first beyond 'I miss you'.
He lit a cigarette and looked out at the manicured lawns of the cemetery [...]
Sighing, he looked at her gravestone. 'Elena Lee Rush'. She would smack him on the back of the head for being so maudlin. "Thirty-five, Nana, can you believe it?" He shook his head. "I know it seemed for a long time like I wasn't gonna make it to thirty. That Mikey was gonna find me dead in a ditch somewhere." He took a long drag off his cigarette before stubbing it out and tucking the butt into his pocket. "But I did it." He was proud of that, and knew that she would have been proud, too. (638 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  things:memories  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-04  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study 
april 2012 by turlough
dear_monday: Mirror, Mirror
REC: Gerard jerks off in front of a mirror. So, so hot. (2012-04-15)
QUOTE: Gerard is all alone in the house, just drunk enough that he feels warm and comfortable in his skin. He eases himself up off his bed, staggering slightly with the head rush and turning the stereo up. Killer Queen is a fucking awesome song that should *always* be played loud. Fucking Freddie Mercury. He sways his hips a little, in time with the beat.
"Dynamite with a laser beam," he sings to himself, because it fuck it, there's no one around to hear him. He turns it up again until he can feel the bass throbbing in his bones. He looks up, catching his reflection's eye in the mirror. He hasn't dyed his hair in too long and there are dusty brown roots peeking through underneath the black, and he's just as freaky-pale as ever, but his eyes look big and bright and his mouth is wet and open. 'Pretty', he thinks. It's kind of dark in his basement, but, he thinks, taking a step towards the mirror, it kind of... suits him. He likes the way the shadows fall on his face, and the way the dark makes his skin fucking *glow*.
He takes another step forwards and runs his hand down over his belly, curling his fingers under the edge of his hoodie and tugging it up just enough to reveal an inch or two of soft, pale flesh. The narrow slice of white between his belt and the paint-stained black hoodie looks pretty cool, kind of hypnotic. He hitches his hoodie up a little further, feeling his belly give under his fingertips. A shiver slides over him like honey, slow and hot. And - yeah. Fuck yeah, he could go for this.
He moves a little closer to the mirror. He can see his eyelashes fanned out around his eyes, dark and sharp, and his pupils are blown wide. He licks his lips, tipping his head back so the weak light falls on the line of his throat and the cut of his jaw. He feels brave, sexy. (1,140 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  things:mirrors  smut:masturbation  smut:exhibitionism  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-04  recced:2012-04  smut:narcissism  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:PWP 
april 2012 by turlough
annemaris: Answer My Trick of the Hour, Let Me Breathe
REC: Mikey keeps practising but it doesn't seem to make a change. Lovely early days story with a wonderful Mikey characterisation. I loved his relationship with Gerard and the scene when Ray apologises is just so right. (2012-04-08)
QUOTE: Mikey thinks he's been up for... for forever, it feels like. He knows it's probably been at least twenty-four hours, and even though he's had much longer stretches without any sleep, he's spent more than half of these hours practicing the new riffs they came up with, and the last three hours doing that with the rest of the band, and it's just - It's too much.
It doesn't help that when he does get some sleep he gets woken up by nightmares, the ones that always start with him screwing up, in front of a crowd, in front of the others, and then turn worse - his fingertips starting to bleed as he tries to get back on track, and doesn't look up, can't, because he doesn't want to see the disappointed faces of the guys.
He's practicing harder than ever, but it doesn't feel like he's getting any better.
And now Gerard got it into his head that they need to really step it up for the next row of shows and they're running through their set, and Otter keeps messing up the rhythm, and Mikey can't help but follow that. Even when they get it mostly right, Mikey still can't play through the new arrangements without stumbling every once in a while.
"Fuck," Ray says, and usually Mikey would feel at least a little bad about how disappointed he sounds, but he just can't do this right now.
"Let's just - Let's go again," says Ray, and Mikey can feel something inside him snapping.
"What's the point?" he says, and lifts the guitar over his head. "It's never gonna be good enough."
"Mikey," Ray says, startled. Mikey shakes his head and places the bass on the chair nearby.
"Mikes -" Gerard starts, but Mikey doesn't stay to listen. He rushes out of the room, not even sure where he's going. The house is too small, and he feels trapped by it.
Eventually he ends up in the kitchen, and heads for the fridge to find something to drink. He stares at it, clutching the fridge door, but decides on coffee in the end.
His hands shake just a little as he's pouring it into the cup. (2,340 words)
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  concept:music  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  challenge:2012.BFF  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study 
april 2012 by turlough
lalejandra: Frnk Cghing Pls Brng Smthng When U Can Also Coffee
REC: Frank wakes Mikey with his coughing. A really sweet story from when they shared an apartment. I loved their blanket fort. (2012-04-08)
QUOTE: Mikey pulls the pile of blankets over his head, but it doesn't drown out the sound of Frank choking on air. He could put on his headphones, but that might not work either. And even if it does, Mikey *is* listening and he *is* hearing.
He digs for his phone in the pocket of his jeans and squints at it. It's either 3, 5, or 8. Or 6. He texts Jamia by feel, not even bothering to hold the phone close to his eyes - Frnk cghing pls brng smthng when u can also coffee - and then rolls out of bed. The floor is freezing, even through his socks. He gathers up all the blankets he can carry and pads out of his room and a few feet down the hall to the bathroom. Two blankets in the bathroom, and the rest come with him to Frank's room.
"Listen, fucker," he announces, "this has got to stop."
"Fuck you," Frank chokes out, and then is wracked with another spell of coughing. Mikey sighs to himself, dumps the blankets on Frank's bed, and tugs him.
"Come on, my mom did this to me once."
"If you're going to kill me and stuff me to put on your mantel, just make it quick." Frank shuffles along with him, leaning on him, and Mikey's not, like, tiny, but he's not built like Otter either, so it's slow going.
"We don't even have a mantel," says Mikey, half pulling, half pushing Frank into the bathroom.
"Your mom has a mantel," Frank grumbles, and lets Mikey push him to the floor on one of the blankets and wrap the other around him. Mikey runs the shower - (1,840 words)
author:lalejandra  fandom:Bandom  activity:cuddling  activity:drug.use  condition:illness  relationship:friendship  setting:on.break  time:early.days  location:Way-Iero.apartment  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  challenge:2012.BFF  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff 
april 2012 by turlough
x_dark_siren_x: I'll Go Down With My Friends (Fucking Friends)
REC: Mikey and Frank's friendship seen through Gerard's eyes. Really lovely portrayal of their friendship. (2012-04-08)
QUOTE: He pulled on one of Frank's dreads, saying, "I'm going to let Matt drink all your beer if you don't get up."
Frank's mouth screwed up, and he shoved his face into one of the cushions that smelled of smoke and sweat and beer. Gerard was very well acquainted with those cushions. "Fuckin' hate you, Way."
"Uh huh. Get up."
"Bullshit. Get up."
Frank groaned, long and plaintive, before he shoved himself up on his arms until he could sit up. "*Hate*," he reminded them, rubbing at his eye with the heel of his palm. He looked all of five, even with the stupid dreads. Gerard thought he might actually have been pouting.
Mikey tugged on another dread. "You wanna play with us, Frankie?" He was doing that thing again, the one that made Gerard's stomach flip, because he was pretty sure he was responsible for it, where his voice was steady and his mouth went tight. Please say yes, Gerard thought, and it was only a little for the band.
Frank snorted. "Yeah, right."
"We need another guitarist," Gerard burst out, even when it made him wince. Frank dropped his hand and stared at him, like he hadn't realised he was there, and Mikey glared at him from the corner of his eye. "Toro's really fucking - he's Ray, but we need. We need to balance it, we need a different sound in there." He swallowed, stopped himself from saying, "we need you," because yeah, way to come off as desperate, Gerard.
Mikey was in the middle of rolling his eyes when Frank looked back at him. "Basically."
"Seriously?" Frank breathed.
Gerard said, "Only if you want to -" while Mikey nodded, and then Frank was saying, "Yes, yes, I - fuck, *yes*," and had his arms around Mikey, pulling him down. He sounded like he was laughing. Mikey smiled, only the tiniest bit smug, as he mouthed, "Told you." Gerard would've stuck his tongue out if he could have moved his fucking jaw. (2,150 words)
author:x_dark_siren_x  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:recording  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  setting:recording.studio  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  tour:2005.Warped  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BFF  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff 
april 2012 by turlough
bohemeyourself: Never Mind About the Shape I'm In
REC: Gerard has always been Mikey's older brother - five times Gerard patches Mikey up and one time Mikey does the same to Gerard. A really sweet story with lovely Way brothers interaction. (2012-04-08)
QUOTE: Mikey's standing all wrong. Knees locked, feet too close together, shoulders hunched. He takes aim and pulls the trigger. The shot goes way wide, and Gerard can't help but laugh as the recoil makes the gun jump in Mikey's hands, smacking him in the forehead. Mikey stumbles back and lands on his ass, dropping the gun into the sand.
"Careful," Ray says. "God, you'd think you'd never played a FPS in your life."
"Fuck you, dick." Mikey flips him off, holding his forehead with the other hand. "That really fucking hurt."
Gerard pushes off the wall of the diner and squats in front of Mikey. "Let me see," he says, reaching up and pulling Mikey's hand away from his forehead. The cut's not terrible, but there's a shitton of blood. Always is with face cuts. "Come on inside, I'll clean you up."
In the kitchen, Gerard cleans Mikey's face and hands and bandages the cut. And then takes a second to laugh at him some more.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. Bet you'd have done the same thing."
"I know, I totally would. But I have to laugh, otherwise I'd cry. My baby brother, shooting a gun." They're rockstars, not vigilantes, or whatever the fuck. It's still surreal, sometimes.
Mikey stares at him, but doesn't say anything. Ten years ago, he would have muttered a remark about how he's not a baby anymore. "Got to, else we're dead. I'd rather go down shooting."
"True." Gerard sighs. "Go back out there, and pay attention to what Ray tells you this time, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah." Mikey sighs. "Thanks, Gee."
"Anytime." (2,750 words)
author:bohemeyourself  fandom:Bandom  activity:brawling  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  activity:gun.fights  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  things:motorbike  relationship:brothers  relationship:breakup  setting:on.tour  setting:desert  time:pre-band  tour:2005.Warped  time:future  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BFF  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Danger.Days 
april 2012 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Cigarettes, Coffee and the Ghost of You
REC: Crime Noir AU in which Frank is a P.I., Mikey wears ugly hats, and someone is a blackmailer. Entertaining plot and very nice Frank characterisation. (2012-04-01)
QUOTE: "Go on," Frank says after placing his empty cup on the table.
Mikey signals the waitress for a refill. "Well, one of the reasons why my brother's happy is Bob."
"Bob?" Frank leans forward.
"Bob Bryar's been a part of Gee's life for two, going into three, years. They met right around the time Gee got serious about sobriety once and for all. He's not, like, the reason why my brother, erm, stopped going on coke benders and drinking like there's no tomorrow, but he's been supportive of Gee, of who he is. Bob 'gets' him in ways even I can't understand." Mikey shuts up when the waitress pour two fresh cups. He pushes one toward Frank.
"Okay," Frank can't quite make the connection just yet.
"He and Gee... The short version is that someone's trying to blackmail Gee. Threatening to publish photos of him with Bob."
"Let me guess, in these photos they're playing naughty pattycakes, right?" Frank quirks an eyebrow.
Mikey smiles for a second, then turns serious. "Yeah. Something like that. Erm. The thing is that Bob, well, his job is kinda, um, not open to. Well, um, any kind of naughty play." Mikey cracks his knuckles.
Frank lets his mind do jump after jump at Mikey's words. "Ah, he's in politics?"
"Yup, he's a Commissioner's Aide. Publicly, no one in the Mayor's office wants to be seen as a bigot." Mikey rolls his eyes. "But, privately, a lot of the people in power don't take kindly to one of their own being a cocksucker. Sorry. Um, that was rude of me."
Finishing his last cup for the day (because he'd like to catch some zzz's at some point tonight), Frank relaxes his hands and plays with his lighter. "Are you're apologizing because I'm a cocksucker? 'Cause, in that case, I might have to charge you double." He winks at Mikey, pleased at how quickly Mikey blushes while he runs a few numbers in his mind.
Mikey blinks a couple of times and searches his pockets. "Oh, here you go. This is from two months ago. Gerard's on the right."
Frank takes the picture from Mikey's hand. Two guys are standing in the middle of dirt road. [...]
"Cool," he says handing the picture over. "OK, what you're looking at here is what I like to call the Skull & Dagger package. I'll sniff any clue available, chase every lead out there, leave no dog house unturned. My caseload is pretty light at the moment, so I could get back to you by the middle of next week with updates and shit."
Mikey leans to the side, takes out his wallet and picks a card. He calls the waitress over. "Can I borrow your pen? Thanks." He jots down a phone number on the back of the card. "That's my cell. It's always on and, since I'm pretty nocturnal, you can call at any time." (11,960 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:blackmail  condition:injury  occupation:police/detective  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pairing:Bob/Gerard(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:source:fanmix 
april 2012 by turlough
tempore: Into This World We’re Thrown
REC: The one where Frank and LynZ loves riding their bikes and an encounter with a strange man on the trail leads them into quite an adventure. This is a wonderful adventure story. It's captivating and entertaining, and the premise and setup fascinating. I love how rooted in nature it feels - like the time travel is a completely natural phenomen with no outside intent or power involved. I loved the way Frank and LynZ's friendship was written and that it stayed important even after Gerard and Matt had been introduced to the story. I also really appreciated that the growing closeness between Frank and Gerard - no matter how lovely it was written - wasn't allowed to completely dominate the story. That the relationship between all four of them, and their struggle to find a way to reunite with their families and to survive in the forest for maybe years, was just as important for the story. The ending was absolutely perfect. The reunion almost made me cheer out loud and the sense of new possibilities opening up was incredibly satisfying. (2012-03-25)
QUOTE: And he really needed to get away from the thing - *the guy* staring at him from where he clung to a low branch in the tree with his legs, eyes wide and pale, with a crude knife in his hand.
The air shivered, and the guy's head cocked slightly, listening, but Frank couldn't hear anything except his own breathing.
"Don't hurt me," Frank croaked out, even as the guy grunted and put his knife back in the sheath strapped to his side. He swung out from the tree, where it looked like there was a crude stand, and came padding silently over to loom over Frank.
"Oh god, oh shit, oh fuck," Frank said, but the guy bent down and looked at Frank curiously.
Frank took a deep breath and looked back, bracing himself on his hands, ready to bolt.
"You're hurt," the guy said.
Up close, he was really pale, with dark, dirty tangled hair and brown eyes. His beard was actually one of the most ridiculous things Frank had ever seen, scraggly and a piss poor showing for a crazy hermit. He had the bow slipped over his shoulder, and up close, Frank could see that it was hand-carved, slightly crude but definitely serviceable, especially with the arrows sticking out of the quiver strapped to his back.
The guy ran a careful finger down over Frank's sock, then pulled it back. "Such fine cloth," he murmured. Frank risked sitting up on his elbows and watching. He realized now, at least, that the guy wasn't going to hurt him, at least not yet.
He carefully tugged at the shoe on Frank's foot and unlaced it, looking in obvious awe at the shoe before returning to his examination.
The ankle didn't seem too bad, but when the Guy put pressure on the ankle, Frank yelped. Further examination, as well as Frank's own experience with accidents, found it swollen, but not broken. That was something of a relief, but still.
"You can't walk without assistance," the guy said. "Can you ride that thing?"
"My bike?"
Frank looked at his bike and sighed. "Not back into town, I can't. Not today."
"Hmmm." The guy went over and touched the handle bars. The air seemed to shimmer around the bike. The handles were clear, lying in the shadow of the tree, but the part in the sun took on a kind of haze, like seeing it through a window that hadn't been washed for a while. The guy tugged at the bike, but the bike wouldn't budge. When he tried to twist it or lift, it wouldn't move. It was stuck.
He finally sat back on his heels, staring at it.
"This happens sometimes," he said finally, turning to Frank. "It usually lasts only for a few days, but I'm afraid we won't be able to get you home just yet."
"What do you mean?" Frank asked. "What's going on?"
"It's the fairy ring. It's why I'm stuck here."
"Here?" Frank asked. "In this wood?"
The guy nodded, biting his lip. "And here, in this time." (16,600 words)
author:tempore  fandom:Bandom  activity:time.travel  activity:hunting  activity:camping  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  condition:injury  condition:illness  occupation:hunter  things:fairy.ring  things:BMX.bike  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:forest/jungle  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  band:Alkaline.Trio  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Lindsey/Matt.Skiba(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
march 2012 by turlough
jedusaur: Sing It for the N00bs
REC: The gamer AU where Danger Days is an MMORPG. This is totally fabulous. I ended up flailing incoherently at the writer since I completely lacked words to say how much I loved it. I love this Gerard and his basement-dwelling hermitude and his and Frank's nerdy love story, and absolutely *adored* Danger Days the MMORPG! If it was a real game I would be just as dedicated a gamer as Gerard in this story :-) Such a clever and funny and captivating story. It will definitely go on the re-read list. (2012-03-25)
QUOTE: They could really use an explosives specialist, though. They had Bob before Grace joined, but he quit the game cold turkey after the time he stayed up all night playing, slept through half a work shift, and almost lost his job. Gerard misses him, but he doesn't blame him. If he had a job, he'd probably sleep through shifts on a regular basis. Danger Days is like crack. When he's not playing it, he's either thinking about it or working on his epic doujinshi set in the same universe.
Without Bob, there's no one in the Killjoys gang who can throw a bomb with any precision. That, combined with the weird feeling about the grenade incident, is why Gerard walks up to their random attacker and says hi the next time he spots him.
PartyPoison: Hello!
PartyPoison: Please don't blow me up, I want to talk to you
funghoul: hi! won't blow you up if you don't give me a reason to :)
PartyPoison: Did Kid give you a reason?
PartyPoison: You kind of ganked him out of left field the other day
funghoul: sorry, collateral damage. he must've been on his last legs, a grenade blast at that distance wouldn't have been a problem for anyone at normal health. i was aiming for the jerk using my sexual orientation as trash talk.
A lightbulb blinks on in Gerard's head. He remembers Grace saying something about her homework being gay. The surprise bomb makes a lot more sense with that context. Actually, knowing the guy's motivation, he kind of sympathizes. It bothers him too, to be honest, but the slang is widespread enough within the game that he doesn't see much point in being annoying about it. Apparently funghoul disagrees.
His bombing accuracy is even more impressive now that Gerard knows it was specifically meant for Grace. Gerard wouldn't be able to hit even a group from that distance, but this guy managed to aim at someone on the *far side* of the group. That demonstrates exactly the kind of explosives chops their group needs.
Gerard focuses on that, rather than on the fact that this is the first gamer he's met who's openly into other guys. That's counting himself; Gerard isn't open about it. He wishes he could be, but he's not that brave. It would be really fucking amazing to have someone to talk to about that stuff, because he doesn't know very many gay people and he doesn't know *any* gay nerds. But that's not why he wants funghoul to join his gang. They need a bomber, and he's clearly got skills.
[...] PartyPoison: If she promises to stop, would you be interested in joining us?
funghoul: maybe. i like you.
Gerard really, really wishes he hadn't said that, while at the same time being utterly thrilled that he did. He can't mean it, obviously, not from three minutes of chatting. Gerard hasn't even said anything interesting. It's just because he's not an asshole about the gay thing, that's all. And he doesn't know this guy, either. He doesn't even know his name. There's nothing to get worked up about. (17,080 words)
author:jedusaur  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  activity:bartering  activity:coming.out  activity:gaming  activity:gun.fights  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  activity:salvage  beings:draculoids  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:story.within.a.story  concept:art  occupation:unemployed  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:shop.assistant  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:brothers  smut:masturbation  smut:phone.sex  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  setting:desert  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Alicia(past)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  fic:source:fanmix  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
march 2012 by turlough
inoru_no_hoshi: Through the Woods
REC: Frank gets lost in the forest and meets two unicorns. Adorable and hilarious. (2012-03-25)
QUOTE: The last thing Frank had ever expected to see, having somehow got himself lost in the one patch of woods in Jersey that couldn't be walked through in half an hour, was a unicorn.
Actually, two unicorns. And not just any unicorns, either: one had a bright, silvery coat completely at odds with the long, slightly curly and very black mane and tail, and the other was just as bright but its mane and tail were brown-ish and looked like they'd been flat-ironed. (Frank tried not to wonder how the hell a unicorn got access to a flat-iron.)
He blinked. A few times. Then he pinched himself, hard, because either he was dreaming or he was hallucinating and either way, it was way too fucking weird. (And their hooves were painted black. The polish was chipping. He was still not thinking about how unicorns would get their, er, not-hands on nail polish.)
He couldn't help yelping when the dark-haired - dark-maned? What the *fuck* was the right phrase, there? - unicorn shivered, half-turned, and then *shifted* and suddenly Mikey's older brother was standing there.
"Hello?" Gerard called, shoving his hair out of his face with one hand and resting the other on the still-a-unicorn's flank. "I totally heard you, you know." (1,050 words)
author:inoru_no_hoshi  fandom:Bandom  activity:transformation.animate  beings:teenagers  beings:shapeshifter  beings:unicorns  setting:forest/jungle  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-12  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff 
march 2012 by turlough
jezrana: Measured Against the Regrets
REC: An AU about a Gerard who never started a band but tried becoming an artist instead. After hitting rock bottom and going to rehab he's now home in Jersey again, struggling with a vicious creative block. When he reconnects with Frank, who's now in Leathermouth, their connection is instant. This is a lovely story, so full of tenderness and caring and hope. I loved how adult they both were. Aware of their problems and willing to work on them. Not afraid to be open and honest with each other. It was such a joy to see their relationship grow into something strong and lasting. (2012-03-18)
QUOTE: There's a lot going on in his head right now, and he's all stirred up by the concert so it feels like the inside of his head's been turned up to eleven. He's happy for Frank, obviously, and oh, god, crushing on him so hard he can't believe Frank can't see it written on his face from ten feet away. But there's something else under all that, something darker that Gerard doesn't like the feeling of.
It's jealousy, he realizes, tinged with bitterness and regret. He's jealous because he just stood in a room watching Frank pour his heart and soul out to a room full of people with no apparent fear or hesitation. Frank's putting himself out there through his chosen art form, and Gerard wants that for himself, so badly, but he fucked up the chance he got to do it and doesn't think he'll ever get another one. He doesn't even know if he could anymore, or if what he'd find when he looked inside himself would be anything anyone wanted to see.
He's startled out of his thoughts when the van door opens, and even more surprised when Frank leans into the doorway.
"Hey," Frank says, climbing into the van. "You okay?"
Gerard musters up the best smile he can, sitting up as Frank heads back toward him. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"For real?" Frank settles into the backseat with Gerard, looking concerned and earnest. "I would just hate to think I pushed you into something I shouldn't have, getting you to come tonight."
Gerard's smile is more sincere this time. "For real. I just needed to get some air, I'm okay now."
Frank smiles, looking relieved. "Okay. Good."
"You didn't have to come all the way out here," Gerard tells him. "If you want to go back in, I'll be fine."
Frank shrugs. "I'm fine staying out here, if you feel like company. Or I can get lost if you don't."
"Really?" Gerard asks. "I mean, sure, you can stay if you want. I just figured you'd want to get back in there with the guys and your fans, y'know?"
Frank smiles crookedly, his face lit for a second by the headlights of a passing car. "Maybe I'd rather be out here with you."
Gerard snorts. [...]
"Honestly, I felt like I could use a break from everything in there," Frank says eventually."Can I tell you something that might sound weird?"
Gerard nods. "Go ahead."
Frank looks down, reaching over to flick his cigarette into the tiny ashtray on the armrest. "Sometimes I think about what it would be like if we really made it, y'know, really got big, and it scares the shit out of me."
"I don't think that's weird," Gerard says, looking over at him.
"It's just so freaky to think about, like, people I've never met caring about what I say or do," Frank goes on. "But that's what I want. I've always wanted to get to a point where music could be my only job, and you can't really do that without getting big. And I started writing songs because I had shit to say, and what's the point of that unless I have an audience?"
"It's still freaky to think about it happening on a big scale, though," Gerard points out. "You can want it and still be scared of it. I mean, it was always the same with me when I was still painting. I really wanted people to see my paintings - except for how sometimes I wanted to cut them all up so no one would see them. It's scary as hell putting yourself out there like that, even if it's what you want."
Frank looks over at him with a faint smile. "I knew you'd get it."
He says it really soft and sincere, and his tone and his smile and the way he's looking at Gerard make Gerard feel warm all over. (17,830 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/457351 )
author:jezrana  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  concept:art  concept:sobriety  concept:creative.block  things:comics  things:Gerard's.red.hair  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:musician  occupation:writer  occupation:shop.assistant  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:bar/club  setting:shop  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  band:Leathermouth  activity:hair.cutting/dyeing  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanmix  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
march 2012 by turlough
lovebashed: Early Spring in Jersey
REC: The boys are back in their house in Jersey and Ray is feeling creative. Such a wonderfully warm and happymaking little story. Nothing in particular happens but sometimes that's just what you need. And the writing is quiet and lovely and there's a lot of hugs and snuggling. (2012-03-18)
QUOTE: Mikey knocks on the door and pokes his head in when Ray's just finished penciling in a line of notes on a printer paper. He's yet to find the empty note sheets Frank claims he packed with them. "'Sup, dude. You've been here all day," Mikey says with an affectionate smile, stepping in the room and leaning his hip against the table with a huge stack of old notes.
"I think I sort of... lost the track of time," Ray says, apologetic, placing his guitar in its holder. He rolls his shoulders and leans back in his chair, studying Mikey, his relaxed features and the smooth line of his brows: being in Jersey always looks good on him.
"I know," Mikey says around his smile. "You always do." It's not an accusing tone, but Ray remembers all the times when Mikey and Frank would have to drag him out of the studio, angry and exasperated at Ray for working so long that all the muscles in his body ached and he could barely keep himself awake. And Gerard would silently judge him from a distance, casting him meaningful looks that made Ray feel more guilty than Mikey and Frank's words ever could.
But now everything's good again, and Ray feels like he's found a balance, and he doesn't need others telling him when it's time to stop for the day.
He picks himself up from the chair and ruffles Mikey's hair a little, draping his arm around him.
"Are Frankie and Gee still in the living room?" Ray asks. That's where he'd seen them when he was taking a break from his guitars, getting coffee from the pot that never really seemed to run out of fresh coffee. It's just one of the perks that comes with living with the Way brothers.
Mikey nods, sinking in Ray's hold for a while. (1,560 words)
author:lovebashed  fandom:Bandom  relationship:established  relationship:poly  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary)  pov:Ray  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  activity:cuddling  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
march 2012 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Crush My Soul (And Send Me Flowers)
REC: After his nasty breakup with Gerard, Bob leaves the superhero business and gets a mundane job. One day Gerard shows up at his door. This was a really sweet story and refreshingly lowkey and drama free for a superhero story. (Okay, I might have issues with superheroes ;-) I really liked this Bob and it was so sad to see him just going through the motions of living. Even if Gerard's visit hadn't changed anything for Gerard it would still have been a good thing because of how it affected Bob. I also really liked that it was Bob's practical, hands-on approach that made a difference in the end. (2012-03-11)
QUOTE: "I've got Gerard on my couch," Bob says. He clears his throat. "Is everything... I mean..."
"He is? Really?"
Bob slumps onto his bed. "Tell me about it."
"The group's on break right now," Ray says, and his voice is warmer now, friendlier. "Last Mikey heard, Gerard was out in California, playing in the desert."
That sounds like Gerard. "I'm nowhere near the desert."
"Yeah, I figured. What did he say?"
"Nothing. He just... sat on my couch."
"Huh. Maybe he just wanted to see you?"
There's something a little funny in Ray's voice, but whatever. Bob's not going to alienate him. Not when he could - and probably should - be asking Gerard all of this. "Maybe."
Ray sighs. "Do me a favor?"
"Just don't... don't be an asshole to him." Bob's just summoning breath to tell Ray what bullshit that is when Ray says, "Not unless he does something first, at least? Maybe give him a chance."
A chance is way more than Gerard deserves. But Bob isn't sprouting fur or claws or growling. He's just tired, mostly. So it doesn't cost him much to say, "Whatever."
"He's not great right now. If he slides back -" Ray cuts off the second he hears Bob's sharp intake of breath. "Not that it's your responsibility, I mean."
Bob might not have been in MCR for all of their tough spots, but he was there when Gerard got sober. He knows exactly what Ray's saying. But he lets go of the fist of comforter he'd grabbed, and he says, "It's not."
"But I'll keep an eye out."
"Cool." Ray pauses. "You can call me, you know. If you need to."
Bob nods to himself. "Thanks, man."
The line goes dead, and Bob stuffs his cell phone in his pocket.
In the living room, Gerard laughs at something obnoxious. Probably at the shitty reality show Bob left the TV on. He could go out and sit next to him, wait for Gerard to say something. Or he could go out and demand some kind of answer. There's no end of options.
Bob doesn't usually remember his dreams. He doesn't after he wakes up the next day, either. But there's an impression in his mind, a red haze and the echo of yelling and a feeling of helplessness he hasn't felt in years.
He gets dressed and cracks his bedroom door. Gerard's lying on the couch with the colors from the TV reflected on his face, drool pooling under his open mouth.
Bob sneaks out. (6,420 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/50218.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/59265.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:superpowers  concept:sobriety  occupation:vigilante  occupation:office.worker  relationship:breakup  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:office  geography:US:Chicago  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanmix  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) 
march 2012 by turlough
alasse: The Embers Never Fade
REC: What if Gerard had left Jersey instead of starting the band? After witnessing the towers fall, Gerard decides his life needs to change. He sets off across the country, ending up in San Fransisco. A couple of years later he gets a phone call that takes him back to Jersey. This is a lovely story. Sad and heartbreaking and hopeful and full of love. It's an absolutely wonderful portrait of Gerard and I love the quiet way he's written. I liked the epistolary section a lot - using his texts and letters to Mikey and Elena is such a great way of showing us how he's changing during the trip, but it's what happens after he returns to Jersey that really gripped me. Everything that happens rings so true, from his reconnection with Mikey and meeting Frank and Ray to his inner turmoil during the funeral and his reaction when he hears Elena's will. (2012-03-11)
QUOTE: From a letter written September 24th, 2011, somewhere off I-676 N:
'Hey, Mikeyway.
On the back of this is a drawing of the motel I'm staying at tonight - I thought you'd appreciate the Swiss chalet motif. It feels weird, being away from you, from Jersey, from the city.
It's only been one day, and I already wish I could turn back. But I also feel free, you know? It's kind of weird. I just, I keep thinking of the bodies falling, of the broken skyline... I keep thinking of what I'd say.
You're not in this alone. Let me go on record, be the first to say I'm sorry... this broken city sky, like butane on my skin, stolen from my eyes... hello angel, tell me where are you? tell me where we go from here.'
From: Gerard
December 3rd 2001, 16:05
Indiana is weird
From a letter written December 20th, 2001 on the back of a random set list:
Hey, Mikey,
So I think I'm staying in Chicago for a while. It's a fucking great city. Late dawns and early sunsets...
Thanks for hooking me up with Bob, Mikes, he's really fucking cool. He's taken me to a few gigs, says that they pay him little enough that he should be able to take a guest for free.
How's everything going at Eyeball?
From: Gerard
January 1 2002, 00:01
Happy new year, Mikeyway.
From: Gerard
January 1 2002, 00:04
No, not hanging out by myself, I'm at a party with Bob. Everyone's celebrating the end of things with cheap champagne. I'm drinking coke like a loser.
From: Gerard
January 1 2002, 00:07
Okay, okay, like a responsible person. It's not easy, but I'm okay, Mikes. Promise.
From a letter written January 1st, 2001, on the back of a sketch of the New York skyline:
It's a new year. New beginnings, new views, new everythings. I kinda feel my new year started after that day, though. If I look back, I think I'll think of things before September and after September, and not in years. It feels like everything's more fragile, but also stronger. Like we all broke, but we're strong at the broken places.
Happy new year, grandma. Thank you so much.
From a note left on Bob Bryar's refrigerator, February 24th, 2002:
Thanks for everything, Bob. You're fucking amazing. If I ever start a band, I'm gonna force you to be in it, okay?
PS: Sorry about stealing your socks.
From a letter written March 15th, 2002, on the back of a Denny's menu in black sharpie:
I'm kind of a terrible waiter, but there's not much to do in Iowa, and I needed some cash. The manager's pretty cool, though, they let me put up the daily specials with that window paint restaurants use in Christmas to draw snowmen and shit.
I don't know, Mikes. It's not that being a seasonal waiter is my dream come true, but I feel better about this than I would filling a vacant 3-by-4. I'm drawing a lot, too. A comic, actually, it's kinda coming together in my head. I'll send you some stuff soon. (11,060 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/360445 )
author:alasse  fandom:Bandom  activity:detoxing  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:char.death.minor  concept:quest  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:teacher  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:road.trip  setting:funeral  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
march 2012 by turlough
x_dark_siren_x: It's Not A Fashion Statement (In the Best Damn Dress I Own)
REC: Frank hadn't planned on going out that evening and he definitely hadn't planned on meeting any pretty girls. Or boys. I loved how uncomplicated and straightforward this Frank was. His slightly drunk courting of Gerard and the way he acts on his impulses is quite irresistible. I also loved the way the blowjob was written. All the things Frank notices that turns him on even more and how physical it felt. And the ending is so sweet and happymaking. (2012-03-11)
QUOTE: Frank wanted to say something, something about how much he liked Gerard's smile and that he'd appreciate any and all gestures Gerard wanted to reciprocate with. Instead, because he was the biggest fucking *idiot*, he said, "So why do you do it?"
Before he could apologise, *again*, clarify, take it back, *anything*, Gerard had drawn himself up, turned to face Frank, eyes practically *blazing*. "Why the fuck *not*?" Gerard spat, like he expected Frank to argue with him, and yeah, that was fair, Frank hadn't exactly been a prime example of acceptance and open-mindedness so far. Or at least thinking before he open his fucking *mouth*. "Where does it say I have to be a girl, *want* to be a girl, to wear girls' clothes?" He talked with his hands, Frank realised, big sweeping gestures, with his whole arm sometimes, kind of like Mikey. "There's nothing fucking *wrong* with being a girl, a woman, identifying as one in any way, but why do we have to have gender binary clothing? Who the hell is it hurting to refuse to - ?"
"Whoa, dude." Frank held up his hands, let Gerard realise he'd been interrupted, pause for breath, before he continued. "I didn't mean it like that. I was just... wondering if it was a statement, or if you like it. That's all, I promise."
"Oh." Gerard screwed up his face and dropped back against the wall, facing ahead again. "Sorry. I get. I get carried away."
"It's cool, dude, really," Frank insisted. "I'm interested, obviously, but you don't have to tell me if - it's your stuff to tell, your choice. Don't give in to peer pressure and all that."
"Yeah." Gerard was quiet for so long, rolling his cigarette between his fingers, that Frank was beginning to think he really wasn't going to answer, when he said, "It's. It is a statement, but I like it. Too, I mean. I like." He took a deep breath. "I like how it makes me feel," he said, and Frank nodded. He could get behind that. He *loved* having his guitar in his hands, under his fingers; with it, he could do anything, be anyone. Be himself. "I like how I feel when people look at me. Like this," he waved at his skirt, slightly puffy and covered in black netting, hitting just above his knees. "They don't - they're not hiding it, y'know? Men and women both. They look at me and they think I'm pretty, and I can *tell*, and I - I like the dichotomy, I guess. The way they see me, feel about me, that they're open about it, when I'm like this, as opposed to when I'm not."
Gerard ducked his head lower, whispered, "They make me feel pretty."
"You're fucking *gorgeous*," Frank growled, and the next thing he knew he had his hand on the back of Gerard's neck and was rocking up on his toes to kiss him, press their mouths together, *hard*, because he needed - he needed Gerard to stop *talking*, stop staring at the ground with that, that *smile*, or Frank was going to do something stupid. His cigarette was gone, and he didn't even *care*, because Gerard had finally stopped flapping his hands, stopped trying to *talk*, Jesus. He was still making these noises, though, high and sweet against Frank's lips and Frank couldn't, couldn't - (10,320 words)
author:x_dark_siren_x  fandom:Bandom  activity:crossdressing  activity:drinking  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:genderfuck  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:student.college  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:masturbation  smut:public.sex  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
march 2012 by turlough
mistresscurvy: I Know What It Means to Me
REC: The one where Gerard and Frank meet through the single parents support group. A very cute and sweet story with some really hot sex. (2012-02-26)
QUOTE: After the meeting concluded, Gerard made a hasty beeline for the back exit, ducking into the little alley between the center and the parking garage next door. He lit up a cigarette, breathing deep and savoring his final moments of alone time before he headed back to his house. When he heard someone coming up from behind him, Gerard whirled around, holding his cigarette behind his back like he was thirteen again and somehow his mom just wouldn't notice the plume of smoke floating up behind his head.
Frank looked equally knowing. "Hiding out?"
Gerard coughed, trying to come up with a good way of answering that, and finally he shrugged. "Pretty much. Smoking's not exactly judged favorably by most modern parents. But I don't smoke in my house or around my son, and I've been cutting back. Slowly," he amended.
Frank held up his hands. "Hey, I smoked for fifteen years, you don't have to explain it to me. I only quit a year and a half ago, because I was already pushing it with the gay thing and the single parent thing, but if I was a single gay smoker, I wouldn't have made it past the first home inspection."
Taking a quick drag, Gerard nodded. "Any little thing, right? Anyone can become a parent in the stupidest way possible, but if you want a kid no one else wants, suddenly you need to be perfect," he said, flapping his hands around in outrage. He watched Frank's eyes trace the pattern of the cherry moving through the air and suddenly felt guilty about rubbing it in Frank's face. Putting it out only seemed polite.
Frank made a small noise when Gerard ground the half-smoked cigarette under the heel of his boot. "You didn't have to do that," he said, and when Gerard gave him a look meaning well I did, okay, Frank shrugged and smiled a little in response. "So uh, what's your story? I mean -"
"- Why am I a single parent?" Gerard finished for him. "I'm one of those stupid people I mentioned. A one night stand that I barely remembered, until eight months later when I got a call telling me that my son was going to be given up for adoption."
"Wow," Frank said softly.
Gerard nodded, scuffing his toe against the pavement. (9,160 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339537 )
author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  activity:adoption  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:photographer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2010.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
mrsronweasley: By the Book
REC: The teacher AU where Frank's the new English teacher that starts a book club. This was lots of fun. The Gerard characterisation is wonderful and the setting feels so believable. I particularly loved the discussion the two of them had after the others had left. The sex is scorchingly hot, and the morning-after scene at school is perfection. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: He absolutely was not going to waste his time on a fiasco that was obviously never going to take off, but curiosity got the best of him, as did Greta's prodding. She was one of the few teachers in the school who didn't have to run home as soon as the bell rang, so she wheedled him into going by using the power of her doe eyes.
They went to room 214 at the appointed time.
Gerard wasn't sure what to expect from the new English teacher, even though Greta's meaningful stare had suggested everything from a retired college professor attempting to win back his youth through the systematic slaughter of literary classics to somebody Gerard could *really* identify with, such as a World of Warcraft geek just recently emerged from his mother's basement. Likelier, however, was that he would walk through the doorway to find an empty room with a middle-aged, gone-to-seed dude wearing khakis, glasses, and a pocket protector, a pile of books next to him and no one to share them with. Not that Gerard didn't care for middle-aged geeks, knowing he was headed that way sooner or later, nor did he lack the proper appreciation for a pile of books and having no one to share them with. He hadn't been a virgin until college for nothing.
Whatever he'd been expecting, however, the guy setting up chairs in a circle certainly wasn't it.
Glasses - check. Khakis - check. Tie, button-up shirt - check, check.
But he wasn't middle-aged, and he definitely didn't *look* like a geek. And he was also *motherfucking tattooed*, holy crap.
"Shit," Gerard breathed, and he jumped as Greta poked him in the side.
"This is why we're here," she mumbled. "Hi, it's Mr. Iero, right?" she added in a chirpy voice.
Gerard let her lead as he counted up the ways in which Mr. Iero was not at all a geek who had just emerged from his mother's basement. In fact, if he had emerged from anywhere, it was from under the rubble of Gerard's teenaged fantasies, and oh, man, was that a great place to emerge from.
"Hi!" Mr. Iero turned towards them and immediately extended his hand first to Greta, who might have done a tiny curtsy, and then to Gerard, looking him directly in the eye. He had really pretty eyes. "Good to meet you, Mr.-"
"Way!" Gerard said, extending his hand automatically and just as automatically staring at the guy's tattooed knuckles. Were those letters? 'How the fuck did you even get this job' was at the tip of his tongue, but he held himself in check. "Mr. Way, I'm the, uh, arts - coordinator - person. Good to meet you, Mr. Iero."
"Frank," Mr. Iero said, like he was shrugging off a disguise, and Gerard managed to drop his hand, finally.
"Cool. Gerard," he answered and bit his lip. This wasn't going well, a part of his brain hinted at him. Frank continued smiling. Gerard ran his hand through his hair and turned to Greta in desperation. He could not *believe* she hadn't warned him. (10,620 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338424 & ttp://mrsronweasley.livejournal.com/1093214.html )
author:mrsronweasley  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:literature  things:tattoos  occupation:teacher  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:high.school  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
gala_apples: Midnight Lives
REC: The one where Ray and Gerard are secret high school boyfriends. This was such a sweet and lovely story. Everything about it feels so true to the teenagers they are - Ray's reasons for staying in the closet for now and Gerard's for staying there with him, the enthusiastic but not very practiced sex they have, how much they love each other and how they express it. It could be a sad story but something about Ray's matter-of-factness and his quiet but strong hopes for the future makes it into a very hopeful story instead. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: It's another evening of saying nothing at the Way house. Gerard's got the middle cushion of the couch, and for a while Ray's thigh is comfortably pressed against his boyfriend's. Then he comes back from the bathroom and Mikey has usurped his spot. Ray can't make a stink. After all, it's not like there's some legitimate reason he has to sit beside Gerard.
Ray leaves when Frank leaves. He has to. He has homework to write or procrastinate about, and dinner to eat, and prime time viewing to attend. But he'll come back. Probably not until midnight. Later, depending. There's no set time [...]
Gerard's sitting in the dark but he leaps up when he enters the room. Ray would like to have some witty comment. Hell, to manage a cooed 'honey I'm home' would be a feat. Instead, like always, he and Gerard surge to each other with two days worth of pent up affectionate lust. It's impossible to say something witty with his tongue down Gerard's throat.
"I love you," is what he's finally able to say when they break apart. It's important they say it now. When they can't say it during the day it bottles up, just like all the other component feelings.
"I love you too," Gerard says back, pushing a greasy lank of hair behind his ear. Unlike Ray's, Gerard's usually stays tucked. Behind black flannel patterned with skull and crossbones Gerard's already hard.
Ray wants to grope him. He gets a sudden sense-memory of how Gerard's cock fits in his hand and wants it, bad, but he refrains for the moment. (2,290 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/646768 )
author:gala_apples  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:homophobia  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:hairpulling  smut:finger.fucking  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
eldee: You Live Life
REC: This wasn't part of his Plan at all. The one where Frank wakes up on his thirtieth birthday with wings. I really liked this story. It's a great take on the wingfic trope with just the right combination of the strange and the mundane, and it also makes great use of canon. I loved the way the interaction between all the guys is written and the slow development of Frank and Gerard's relationship. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: Frank woke to voices outside the room.
"I told you, he's not feeling well," Gerard's voice drifted through the door. "He feels awful he couldn't make it to the party, but he couldn't help it, he really couldn't."
"And I get that," Ray said patiently, "but I just want to check on him, wish him Happy Birthday. He hasn't answered any messages."
"Because he's been sleeping all day. He's sick," Gerard said, "and needs to be left alone for now."
Mikey's quiet voice answered but Frank couldn't make out the words. Suddenly, the door opened, despite Gerard's protests.
There was silence for a few seconds, followed by a high-pitched, "Holy shit," from Ray.
It was a lot of effort, but Frank made himself roll as far as he could on his side without crushing his wings. "Right?" he croaked out. "Seriously."
Both Mikey and Ray edged closer to the bed, Gerard hovering nervously behind them. "I'm sorry, Frank," Gerard blurted out. "They pretty much broke in and I was powerless to stop them."
"Up yours," Mikey said, sounding as calm as Gerard's earlier unintentional imitation of him. Addressing Frank, he said, "He didn't tell us."
"Even though he should've," Ray said pointedly. His eyes didn't stop roaming over Frank's wings.
"Well, I didn't know if he was ready to tell you yet. He really *has* been sick, I wasn't lying or anything."
"It's okay, Gee," Frank said. "I would've told them."
"Well, yeah," Gerard said, though he sounded more at ease now that Frank didn't seem mad at him.
Mikey sat down cross-legged on the floor next to the bed and Ray joined him. Gerard sat toward the end of the bed, his hand resting on the back Frank's calf, wiggled in under feathers.
Mikey spoke first. "Are you sick because of the wings?" he asked, as if it wasn't anything out of the ordinary at all, which was a totally classic Mikeyway reaction. "Or because you're Frank?"
Frank shrugged as best he could with one shoulder. He was still tired and rolled back onto his stomach, face planting in the pillow for a moment before he turned his head to keep looking at them. "Don't know."
"I think probably both," Gerard said confidently, like he actually knew, as if he was some sort of wing-doctor that made such diagnosis on a regular basis. But both Mikey and Ray nodded and even Frank couldn't dispute that.
"What happened?" Ray asked, sounding awed.
"I woke up with them," Frank said plainly. "That's about it."
"He was awake for about an hour," Gerard explained further, "before getting really sick."
"Why did it make you sick, though?" Ray questioned.
Frank sighed. "Wish I knew."
"Maybe your body is in shock," Mikey said, quite logically. "I'm sure you'll get over it soon, true Frank style." The others chorused agreement, and Frank couldn't help but smile a little.
Ray didn't seem to want to let it go, though. "But why? Why did this happen to you? You can't think of anything that might have, like, caused it?"
"He's had a long day," Gerard interrupted, "maybe we can talk about it tomorrow?"
"It's okay," Frank said. "It's not every day you find out your friend is actually an X-Man."
Gerard let out a big honking laugh, like he couldn't help it, and Mikey and Ray did too. It broke the tension in the air.
"Maybe you got bit by a radioactive... something?" Ray said. "A Spiderman thing, only not a spider, obviously. Maybe, like, a swan."
"Can't you pick something better than that?" Frank said, wrinkling his nose.
"Radioactive... pelican?"
"Fuck you," Frank said and Ray laughed at him. (10,940 words)
author:eldee  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  beings:animals.dogs  things:wings  things:Gerard's.yellow.hair  condition:illness  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  setting:plane  tour:2012.Big.Day.Out  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:Australia  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:magical.realism  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2012 by turlough
lovebashed: Foam Heart
REC: The one where Gerard and Frank flirts over coffee. Totally adorable. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: On the next day Frank doesn't wait to take his order, just gives him a nod behind the counter as he grabs the coffee pot and a huge mug and walks over, practically beaming at him. "Take a seat," he says, "Regular coffee, right?"
"Wow, you have a great memory," Gerard says, feeling his belly fluttering at Frank's sharp giggle.
"Nah, it's just really selective," Frank says with a dopey grin as he slides the mug along the small round table until it bumps gently against Gerard's fingers. He swipes his messy, grown out hair from his eyes and says, "Enjoy. If you want a free refill, just holler, okay?"
"Okay, but you should know that if you keep promising me free coffee, you'll never get rid of me."
"I'll hold you to that," Frank winks before sauntering off, and it's been ages since he last tried flirting with someone, but Gerard's pretty sure that's what they were just doing. (1,450 words)
author:lovebashed  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:UST  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter 
february 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: So Far From You
REC: Five times Mikey and Gerard did each other's makeup. So sweet and full of love. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: 2. Practice for Gerard's 'experiment'
Mikey came up for the weekend with the bag of cosmetics that he'd bought, borrowed and stolen over the years. Some of the stuff he never touched; the colors didn't work on his fair skin.
He sat Gerard down at his desk and angled the light so it wasn't casting any shadows and got to work, using a deft touch with the foundation and blush, carefully applying purple eyeshadow and highlighting with eyeliner. He held Gerard's chin between his fingers to turn his face one way, then the other, examining his handiwork with a critical eye. "Yeah, you'll do."
Gerard got up, feeling strangely unsteady, and went into the tiny bathroom, catching his breath at his reflection. "Oh. You made me look pretty."
Mikey hooked his chin over Gerard's shoulder. "No," he said. "I'm just bringing out what's already there." (744 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:crossdressing  things:makeup  concept:sobriety  concept:genderfuck  concept:art  relationship:brothers  setting:bar/club  setting:on.tour  location:School.of.Visual.Arts  geography:US:New.York  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:character.study 
february 2012 by turlough
dear_monday: You Could Use A Hero Right Now (I Could Use Someone To Save)
REC: Hilarious and adorable not!fic about Gerard the teenaged failboat superhero and Frank the Italian mobster's son. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: So - you saw this coming, right? TRAINING MONTAGE o/ fuck yeah. Lots of clips of Gerard doing sit-ups and push-ups and shit. He starts with, like, three push-ups at a time because those things are really hard, okay, and he's not going to save anyone if he injures himself while he's still just working out on his bedroom floor. The classic rock song of your choice (I personally favor Eye Of The Tiger) is de rigeur for this part, obviously. Anyway, he keeps on doing this, still very much on the down low, because he values his status as an old-school nerd with ~principles regarding disgraceful standards of fitness and personal hygiene.
After a while, he can even participate in gym class without dropping out to wheeze alarmingly by the bleachers after five minutes. He still drops out to wheeze in solidarity with Ray and the other non-athletes in his gym class, of course, but he knows he COULD keep running and that thought is weirdly satisfying. He considers cutting down on his smoking habit, but decides against it on the grounds that a) he likes smoking and b) if he does then people are DEFINITELY going to notice that and start to suspect something's up, and no one who knows him is going buy whatever bullshit he'd come up with.
Moving on! So it's been a while now, and on the surface things look exactly like they did a few months ago. Gerard still sits with Mikey and Ray and Bob at lunch, still says hi to Brendon and Patrick and that weirdo Pete who Mikey seems to like when he sees them in the hallways, potentially-Mafia kid still sits on his own with this little sad face that somehow activates all Gerard's hitherto unsuspected mother hen instincts.
But Gerard respects Ray's blood pressure, so he leaves the kid alone.
Anyway, Gerard picks the day for his first patrol. It's a Friday, and when he wakes up and practically fucking LEAPS out of bed (which he does not do, ever) he's all, FUCK YES, I CAN TOTALLY DO THIS o/ This can-do attitude decreases gradually throughout the day until he's got this low-level buzz of worry going on by lunchtime, and by the time everyone his parents are asleep and Mikey's at least pretending to be, Gerard is scared shitless. He stalls for about fifteen minutes checking his bulletproof vest is properly fastened before finally deciding that he has been BUILDING UP TO THIS, this is his ~MOMENT, and if he wimps out now he will never forgive himself. (7,370 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:violence  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:vigilante  occupation:criminal/mobster  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  setting:high.school  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:not!fic  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
delphinapterus: B2 on A3 Paper
REC: Gerard likes to draw Gabe. A wonderful pre-band story that paints a great portrait of both Gabe and Gerard at this period of their lives. I particularly loved the way it Gabe's fascination with what Gerard sees when he draws him is written and the way it awakens his interest in Gerard himself, apart from the art he produces. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: Mikey Fuckin' Way, purveyor of quality pills and the magic ticket to get into any club without waiting, is the one who tells Gabe that his brother is looking for a model and he pays $20 a shot. Money for doing nothing is always the best kind and this offer has the added bonus of meeting Mikeyway's reclusive brother. It's an opportunity that Gabe won't pass up. Gerard turns out to be the art student from the park and as soon as Gabe sees the way he flushes red, Gabe knows without question Mikey asked him deliberately. Every good gambler knows the odds just don't run that way without help and Gabe prides himself on being good enough to win more than he loses.
He makes Gerard show him his sketches from the day in the park. [...] Making an argument that Gerard has captured his likeness and thus infringed on Gabe's copyright makes Gerard laugh, but it's what finally gets Gerard to hand over the sketch book so Gabe mentally declares himself victorious. He is surprised by how much controlled energy Gerard managed to convey through the way he drew Gabe and Henry hunching over the chess board.
"We're supposed to be figure drawing from real life," Gerard explains as Gabe pages through the sketch book.
"No wonder you guys are always hanging around the parks," Gabe says absently his attention mostly caught by a sketch of the bird feeding woman who looks much more sinister in Gerard's art than she ever does in the park.
"I know! It's so fuckin' creepy to draw people like that."
The next sketch is of Gabe again. This time he's in profile and staring blankly at the time clock. The button is depressed on his side and Henry's disembodied hand hovers over the white rook. Gabe is shocked by how impatient he looks. He's always prided himself on keeping a blank expression - it's a necessity when he play - but somehow Gerard has managed to convey how impatient he was waiting for the game to end with only a few lines. In the picture he can see himself straining forward against his self-imposed restraint. Seeing his feelings in Gerard's drawing fascinates and unnerves him. It makes Gabe curious to see what Gerard does when he has permission to study him. (2,370 words)
author:delphinapterus  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  concept:art  occupation:student.college  occupation:artist/designer  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Midtown  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gabe  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study 
february 2012 by turlough
snarkydame: Brand Your Heart With Ink
REC: Pete is there waiting when Gerard comes back from college to pick up a few things. A beautiful story with wonderful imagery. It's so full of emotion and it's got this bittersweet feel to it that catches at your throat. I love the way Pete is written. He's feeling so much that he's almost wordless and then it all comes out in the words he writes on Gerard's skin. Absolutely lovely! (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: His cheek itched. Pete scrunched his face up, and tasted dirt. Huh. He blinked, and his eyelashes caught on a curled blade of brittle yellow grass. He pushed himself up, rubbing at his eyes.
"Aw, Mikes, you woke him up."
Pete's eyes shot open. The porch light made strange shadows on his face, but Pete could tell Gerard was smirking from his seat on the bottom step. Something unknotted in his stomach, and Pete took a deep breath, tasting the hint of cigarette smoke in the dry air.
Mikey's foot nudged at his side, and Pete remembered to let the breath back out.
"Hi, Gerard." Pete knew he was grinning like an idiot, could feel it stretching his cheeks until they hurt.
"Very clever," Mikey muttered, just barely audible at his side.
"Hey, Pete," Gerard said, and Pete's smile, if anything, widened, because Gerard's cheeks were red.
Mikey sighed. He stood up, pushing his phone back into his pocket and brushing at the seat of his pants. "If you guys are through staring at each other..." he said, and stepped around Gerard. The metal railing creaked as he pulled himself up the concrete steps.
As the screen door whapped shut behind him, Pete finally managed to get to his feet. He opened his mouth to say... something, but the warm night seemed to wrap itself around him, until the whole world was encompassed by the porch light, and was made up only of Gerard, himself, and the tiny white moths that circled the light. Speech seemed... foreign.
Gerard cocked his head, his smirk fading. He brought his cigarette up to his mouth; took a deep, solemn drag. The smoke hazed around the moth wings, glowing in the light. Pete's feet were stuck to the ground.
Gerard broke his gaze first, looking down to rub the cigarette out on the concrete. He stood up. "I'm going back to school in the morning," he said, still not looking at Pete. "Do you have to get home?"
It took a couple of tries to make his throat work, but Pete managed it. "Fuck no," he said, and followed Gerard inside. (2,880 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338150 & http://theladysnarkydame.dreamwidth.org/5734.html )
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  things:tattoos  occupation:student.college  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Pete  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Pete(primary)  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2012 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Twenty Percent Down
REC: The one where Frank convinces Gerard that they should buy a house. A delightful romp full of fluffy, happy fun, with a nice helping of really hot sex. I loved Frank's voice. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: "Why is she here?" Gerard asks out of the side of his mouth as he awkwardly stands in a closet.
"You need a realtor to get to see these places," Frank says reasonably, and gets into the closet with Gerard. It's really huge in here. Like, probably bigger than his first bedroom, and the shelves go about three feet over his head. He'd need a *stepladder* to get to his stuff. "She's got six places lined up to show us today."
The two of them stand there silently for a moment, gazing up at the shelves. "Do you like it?" Frank asks.
"It's a closet," Gerard shrugs.
"Not just the closet, the *house*."
"I don't know," Gerard hedges. "This is weird. It's like playing a video game. Like, 'what would you do if you could create a house.' It doesn't seem real."
"It's real." Frank had met with the bank and they're pre-qualified for a decent mortgage. A *really* decent mortgage. They don't care about Gerard's credit - he's been fine for years now, and for the older stuff they just wanted a couple of letters explaining what the issue had been, and how it's changed now. The big thing was the down payment and the words 'twenty percent down' went a long way, apparently. They're not married, but they're co-signers on the mortgage, and the realtor lady doesn't seem to be blinking an eye at the two of them spending kind of a long time in the closet.
Gerard looks at him with worried eyes. "No one's gonna let us buy a *house*, Frankie."
"They are." Frank loops his arms around Gerard's waist and looks at him. It feels - really fucking weirdly domestic. "I promise. I have the pre-qualification paperwork right here in my pocket."
"I don't even know exactly what that *means*," Gerard frets.
"It means it's fine." Frank kisses him. "It means we get to buy a house. I promise."
"I don't know." Gerard drags his feet as Frank tugs him out of the closet. "What if -" He bites his lip. "I mean, how do you know -"
"*There* you boys are!" Sheila, the realtor, exclaims, rounding the corner into the bedroom as they emerge from the closet. "Have you seen the studio space?" (7,510 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339108 & http://brooklinegirl.livejournal.com/847220.html )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:house.hunting  activity:moving  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:on.break  time:the.hiatus  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
sylvaine: Blood & Pencils
REC: Being a vampire has drawbacks, but Gerard didn't think one of them would be being unable to do his homework for art class. An absolutely delightful little story. I would love to read more in this universe. (2012-02-05)
QUOTE: "Your homework, which is due on Monday," the professor adds, "is to apply what you've learned about portraiture this week and do a self-portrait."
Well, shit. All thoughts of the merits of 3B versus HB pencils and way-out-of-his-league art student girls grind to a halt. How the hell is he supposed to draw a self-portrait? he hasn't seen his own face in three years, ever since he and Mikey got mugged by that fucking vampire on their way home from a concert they hadn't even been allowed to go to. Mostly it's been okay, after the first terrible week where they were lost and confused and all but feral from bloodlust. Once the local vampires showed up and got them under control, explained what had happened and told them where to get clean, uncontaminated blood if you didn't have enough donors, it was fine. Sometimes even awesome - Gerard loves that he doesn't need much sleep anymore, he can survive totally comfortably on only two hours of deathsleep per day, and turning into a bat is still as fucking rad as it was the first time.
This though? This freaking sucks. He'd really rather not be outed as a mythical, blood-sucking creature because of a fucking *art class assignment*.
He flips his collar up and buries his hands in his pockets before heading outside, skirting around the edge of the buildings for the protection their sparse shade provides him from the glaring sunlight. It's not gonna kill him, but prolonged exposure (where 'prolonged' means 'anything longer than five minutes') to direct sunlight gives him really nasty burns that take far too much blood and sleep to heal, especially with blood being as fucking expensive as it is.
The first thing he does, when he gets to his dorm room, is call Mikey. (1,170 words)
(also at http://sylvaine.dreamwidth.org/25293.html )
author:sylvaine  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  beings:vampires  concept:art  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:student.college  relationship:brothers  setting:college  location:School.of.Visual.Arts  geography:US:New.York  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
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