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jezrana; Whispers in the Dark
REC: Frank and Gerard work as backstage crew in a traveling theater. A very sweet and lovely historical AU. I love the quiet atmosphere of this, it has the same gentleness that infuses so many of jezrana's historical AUs. (2013-01-27)
QUOTE: "What about you?" Frank asks him. "Do you like this life enough to stay with it?"
"I like it," Gerard says, looking back at him and smiling again. "I want to stay with it for now."
"You say that like you expect it to end," Frank says, brow furrowed.
Gerard shrugs. "I haven't yet found any way of living that makes me think 'yes, I want to do this for the rest of my days'. I've wanted so many different things over time. Sometimes I think I want to be a scholar, or a painter, and I wanted to be a knight for a time when I was a boy. I even thought of becoming a monk once."
Frank pushes himself up on one elbow, staring at Gerard in the darkness. "A *monk*?"
"I was inside an abbey once," Gerard says, looking a bit wistful. "It was so quiet and peaceful that it seemed as though it might be a pleasant life."
Frank doesn't mean to laugh, he truly doesn't, but a snort escapes him, and then a snicker, and then he rolls over and buries his face in the hay, shoulders shaking as he tries to muffle his laughter so as not to disturb the others or offend Gerard.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he gasps. "But I just - I thought of you taking a vow of silence, and -"
"No, you're right to laugh," Gerard says, and Frank looks up to see him smiling wryly. "It was at a time when a life of quiet contemplation seemed... very alluring. But I know it wouldn't have lasted. They'd likely have tossed me out on my ear before I could even take any vows."
"I can't imagine what would have made you even consider it," Frank says. Gerard is silent for a moment, and it occurs to Frank that this is the most he's ever heard Gerard talk about his life before joining the company. (3,060 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/8647.html )
author:jezrana  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:cuddling  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:traveling.theater  occupation:stage.hand  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:cinema/theater  period:17th.century  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
rivers_bend: We Can Keep In Time
REC: Mikey and Gerard and cocksucking and overstimulation. The superhot prequel to 'A Hero or a Grinder'. I love the way Mikey and Gerard are written together. (2013-01-27)
QUOTE: The look on Gee's face is Mikey's kryptonite, probably because Gerard hasn't figured out yet that it works every fucking time. "Where can we -"
Gerard leans even closer, shoulder pressed to Mikey's sternum, cheek pressed to his cheek, and Mikey lets himself lean into it, lets his brother take just a little of his weight. "Otter's hooked up," Gerard whispers. "And Ray's got Frank watching his *favorite movie ever*, and it just started, so we've got at least an hour or two with that dude's room."
Having witnessed some of Otter's hookups, Mikey's not sure they have more than fifteen minutes, but maybe. "What if," he whispers back, liking the feel of his jaw working against Gerard's soft skin and the tiny patch of stubble that contrasts with it.
"The door has a lock. I already checked." Gerard backs up just enough to look Mikey in the face, spilling some beer on the hem of Mikey's shirt as he does. "It's been ages," he says, eyes wide and pleading. "Just wanna taste you."
Mikey's knees go liquid, and he's glad for the hand Gerard still has on his arm reminding him he can't just drop to the floor right here and start pawing at his brother's fly. "Gee," he says, needing Gerard to stop saying things like that.
"You gotta let me, Mikey," Gerard says, not getting it at all. He darts in so his lips are right by Mikey's ear again. "Need to bite that scar right by your hipbone. Lick you all over 'til you're begging me to put your dick in my mouth."
Fuck the licking, Gerard's gonna make him beg right here if he's not careful. "Let's go," Mikey says. Like he was ever going to say anything else. The smile Gerard gives him is the sweetest, filthiest thing he's ever seen. (3,140 words)
author:rivers_bend  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  activity:drinking  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:overstimulation  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Mikey  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
turps: An Almost There Connection
REC: Accidental exhibitionism on tour. Or the one where Gerard and Frank tries to have sex and their bandmates have opinions. So much fun. I love the banter and ragging and how well they all know each other. (2013-01-20)
QUOTE: Frank grins, his expression one of pure delight. "Did you just say you came looking at your brother dressed in a school uniform?"
"It wasn't like that!" And it wasn't, it was just unfortunate timing, and something that left Gerard vowing celibacy for over a week. "It wasn't a conscious thing. It just happened."
"Join a band they said. Travel the world they said. At no point did they say I'd have to lie in my bunk listening to two of my idiots bandmates try to have sex and then one admitting to weird incestuous jerk off sessions."
"I didn't do it on purpose." At Bob's words, Gerard pulls back the curtain of his bunk and hangs over the edge, twisting around so he can try and see Bob in the bunk above. Not that Bob actually sounds angry about what he's been hearing, just annoyed in his usual Bob-like fashion. Still, Gerard wants to make sure. "It's these bunks, they're tiny"
"You're still not going to turn my studio into a den of passion," Ray says, pulling back the curtain of his own bunk. "Jesus fuck, you're naked."
Suddenly, Gerard's acutely aware he's hanging over the side of his bunk while wearing no clothes. Not that Ray will be able to see anything he shouldn't, Gerard's ass and dick are still out of sight - and even if Ray did it wouldn't be the first time - but even so, it's not a position Gerard wants to be in. Rolling back, he lands on Frank, elbowing him hard in the chest.
"Sorry, sorry." Gerard pats at Frank's chest, looking for red marks within the expanse of dark ink. "Ray was looking at me."
With a warning creak of the bunk above, Bob's head appears in Gerard's field of vision. Hanging down from his bunk, he scowls at Gerard then turns his head to look over at Ray. "Are you staring at Gerard's naked body? Because between these two idiots failing to have sex and Gerard perving over his brother the last thing I want is you becoming some kind of creepy voyeur."
Bob's joking, Gerard knows that he is. Still, that doesn't stop Ray defending himself as he says, "I'm not looking at Gerard's naked body. I don't want to look at his naked body."
Instantly, Frank says, "Gerard's naked body is awesome." Which is flattering, and normally Gerard would enjoy the compliment, except that right now he feels all kinds of exposed with everyone looking his way. (4,740 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/3556.html )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:shower.sex  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 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
anoceanmonster: Here We Go Again
REC: They both know something is not right and it's starting to wear on everyone. Frank and Gerard during the recording of Conventional Weapons. A nice little story. I really like how the relationship between Frank and Gerard is written. (2013-01-20)
QUOTE: Just as Gerard's about to come, Frank's hand wrapped firmly around his aching cock, he digs his fingertips in to the back of Frank's skull and looks at him with hazy, tired eyes. "Thank you, for," he stops to lick his lips and let out the almost silent moan caught in his throat, "for being my best friend."
Pressing his forehead to Gerard's, Frank jacks him quickly until he comes, mouth hung open as he spills between them. Frank follows a few messy thrusts later, only able to hold himself up for so long before his elbows give out and he collapses on to Gerard.
When they've wiped themselves down with a discarded t-shirt, Gerard rolls on to his side and stares quietly down at the mattress for a long time.
"We have to tell them," he finally says.
Frank nods. "Yeah, we do."
Gerard sighs. "They won't like it."
"Nope," Frank whispers.
"But we'll tell them."
Frank nods again and reaches out to curl his fingers beneath Gerard's on the bed. "We'll tell them." (1,920 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/655494 )
author:anoceanmonster  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:recording  concept:music  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  smut:fucking  setting:recording.studio  time:the.hiatus  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
mistresscurvy: Interview with an Artist
REC: Frank the journalism student needs to find someone to interview for his big project and ends up meeting Gerard the artist. A great story with wonderful characterisations of both Frank and Gerard. They both felt like fully rounded, "real" persons, and their interactions was just the right mix of awkward and serious. I also really liked the lighthearted mood and the clear, confident writing. (2013-01-20)
QUOTE: Frank had been prepared for a lot of potential issues he might have with this interview - not having enough questions, not knowing enough about art to understand what Gerard was talking about, not knowing how to coax Gerard to open up more.
The one thing he hadn't anticipated was only getting through the first half of his questions in almost two hours. Gerard hadn't been kidding when he said he could talk.
"- and that was the moment when I realized that if you just talk about death all the time, you're a freak or people think you should be in therapy. But if you paint a fucking painting about it, then you're making a point, artistically."
"So you became an artist so that no one could give you grief over being a weirdo?" Frank couldn't resist asking.
Gerard grinned back at him. "Isn't that why all artists create? But no, everyone still thinks I'm a weirdo," he said, shrugging. "I just have a good excuse for it now."
Frank looked down at his notes, trying to figured out how to skip ahead. They hadn't even gotten to the actual final project the interview was supposed to be focused on, and his freshman seminar was in fifteen minutes. Fuck. He looked back up at Gerard, trying to figure out what to do.
Apparently his terrible time management was obvious on his face. "Is something wrong?" Gerard asked, voice completely different than it had been when he was describing his high school art projects.
Frank tried to be cool. "Yeah, I just - have to go? I have a seminar in like ten minutes. But I still had a lot left I wanted to talk to you about," he said, gesturing at his pad.
Gerard ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even further. "Oh shit, I've been rambling on for like hours, fuck, I'm sorry. Like I said, I can really go on -"
"It's not your fault, I should have said -" Frank said, but Gerard kept talking over him.
"- And you're just really easy to talk to," Gerard finished, and Frank shut his mouth. "You're really good at listening." Gerard looked down at the top of the table, fingers running along the edge.
Frank wiped his palms on the tops of his thighs, suddenly conscious of his entire body. (5,190 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/7595.html & http://mistresscurvy.dreamwidth.org/119086.html & http://mistresscurvy.livejournal.com/124472.html )
author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:interview  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:student.college  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:journalist  relationship:UST  smut:handjob  setting:college  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
ciel_vert: Roll For Nookie
REC: Van days fic where Gerard convices Frank to stand in for Mikey in their D&D campaign. A lighthearted and fun early days romp. (2013-01-20)
QUOTE: He drains his beer and grabs another one, nudging Gerard as he gets up. "You want one?"
"Nah," Gerard says. "I have to be somewhat sober when I DM, and I'm still working off my buzz from the show."
Frank nods and sits back down. Apparently they're on their way to the village now. They round a corner and suddenly there's a goblin in front of them on the path.
"Frank," Gerard says, startling him. "It's your turn. You're in front of the goblin. What do you want to do?"
Frank thinks about it, then asks, "Can I kick him in the face?"
Justin giggles and Ray looks at Frank like he's crazy. "What?" Frank asks. "I want to kick him in the face. Can I?"
Gerard just looks amused. "Sure. Uh, hand-to-hand combat, I guess? So, roll your D20, your 20-sided die. You need to roll at least a 12 to do any damage," Gerard explains.
Frank rolls and he gets a 13, just barely what he needs, but a win's a win, so he throws his arms up. "Yes! In your fucking face, goblin fucker!"
Ray and Justin are shaking their heads at him, but they're both smiling. Gerard giggles, and says, "Okay, you've successfully kicked the goblin in the face, but now he's fucking pissed at you. Justin, you're up."
Justin rolls his attack and ends up taking the goblin out. They finally make it to town, and get in front of the evil sorcerer making all this fucking trouble. Gerard puts on this really hilarious voice when he plays the dude, and Frank can't help but laugh the whole time. This makes Gerard blush and Ray elbow Frank in the side, but it's worth it for Gerard's stupid red face, which, in Frank's opinion, is one of the best stupid red faces in existence. (3,420 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/4882.html )
author:ciel_vert  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  activity:gaming  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:vehicle.sex  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
annemaris: Why Keep The Brakes On
REC: Gerard teaches Ray to dance. A very sweet and gentle story. (2013-01-20)
QUOTE: Mikey leans against the wall and sips his own coffee, looking out at the room. "You know," he says, "if I didn't know Ray, I'd think he was being this terrible on purpose."
Gerard frowns. "Cut him some slack, okay. He's not that bad."
Mikey rolls his eyes. "No, Gee. I mean he likes you."
Gerard almost chokes on his coffee. Mikey just laughs at him, the fucker.
"Shut the fuck up," Gerard says after he's stopped coughing.
"I'm serious," Mikey says. "It's pretty obvious."
Gerard snorts. "Yeah, right." He heads to the front of the room and wraps up class for the day, thanking everyone and giving his usual encouragement speech. He hugs some people, wishing them all a good week and vaguely considers Mikey's words. It's ridiculous, of course. Ray's a nice dude, with great hair and fucking fantastic arms, but he's not - there's no way he's into Gerard.
Gerard goes to the stereo to pack up his music and watches everyone pile out the door. Ray catches his eye and smiles wide and waves goodbye. Gerard raises his hand in response. He wonders whether Ray's always had such a great smile and he's just never noticed. He frowns and shakes his head. Fucking Mikey. (3,330 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/4854.html )
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:ballrom.dancing/ballet.dancing  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:illness  occupation:dance.instructor  relationship:UST  relationship:brothers  setting:dance.studio  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: A Place in the Dark (The Sharpest Livese 'verse 6)
REC: Five things Gerard takes with him when he leaves Battery City. A lovely little story in The Sharpest Lives 'verse and a wonderful glimpse into Gerard's mind at this point. I particularly loved the bit about the photos. And the last paragraph is perfection. (2013-01-20)
QUOTE: The bottom drawer of his dresser is filled with BL/ind issued black slacks, seven pairs, one for each day of the week. The matching white shirts hang in Gerard's tiny closet on seven identical white metal hangers.
Taped to the underside of the drawer is an envelope, and inside the envelope is a series of old photographs. They're faded and scratched, a little crumpled and worn. A few of them have a jagged rips across the middle, and a thin seam of yellowed glue holds them together. Some are water damaged, or have strange stains on them.
Sometimes, when the despair steadily creeps over him like ghost, he pulls the drawer free and shuffles through the photographs. Great-aunt Madge. Uncle John. Grandma Elena. Cousin Sal. His parents, smiling and happy, long before the pig bombs fell and BL/ind took over.
He traces their features with a finger, seeing the similarities that he shares; he has his grandmother's eyes, and his father's mouth. He can see Mikey in the shape of their faces, the blade of a nose. (1,010 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  activity:drug.use  activity:stealing  activity:bartering  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:rebellion  concept:addiction  things:memories  occupation:musician  relationship:brothers  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
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
akamine_chan: Sing You to Sleep
REC: By the time Ray finds Gerard it's late afternoon. A lovely little story with a wonderfully solid Ray. (2013-01-13)
QUOTE: By the time Ray finds Gerard it's late afternoon.
Ray has checked the lobby, and the bus, and Gerard's room twice, and the third time he hears a quiet whimper, like a puppy. When he rounds the far side of the second bed, he finds Gerard curled on the floor, wedged between the bed and an easy chair. Ray almost misses him in the dimness of the room.
"Gee?" Ray's first thought, uncharitably, is that Gerard's fallen off the wagon. "Hey, you okay?" He notices that Gerard's shivering, even though he's wearing a hoodie and it's been pretty warm all day. Gerard huddles in on himself at the sound of Ray's voice, wrapping his arms protectively around his head.
Ray sees splotches of color, purple and red, vivid against the pale skin of Gerard's wrists. The flesh is raw and abraded, and Ray stares for a long moment before putting two and two together. "Hey, hey, Gee," he says, low and soothing. He puts his hand on Gerard's leg, trying to reassure him. (536 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:cuddling  activity:aftercare  concept:bad.scene  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pairing:Gerard/OC(past)  pov:Ray  challenge:2013.Aftercare.Is  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Baby Bleed the Gas
REC: Mikey and Gerard had tried to get themselves loose for at least half an hour. A fun little Killjoys fic full of snark and action. (2013-01-13)
QUOTE: Gerard had mouthed off plenty when the Dracs had first cuffed them and dumped them in this room, and that had only earned them their current position - handcuffed *and* bound, back-to-back and ankles-to-chair-legs, with a handy roll of duct tape. They'd tried to get themselves loose for at least half an hour, but no go.
"They took our guns anyway," Gerard replied with a shrug. If Mikey wasn't so worried about more Dracs showing up, he'd have rolled his eyes at how blasé Gerard sounded. Then again...
It was Frank. Thirty more seconds and the rattling of the doorknob turned into his grinning face, Frankenstein mask pushed up into his hair, bandanna askew. "Look at you fuckers," he said. "All wrapped up like a pretty little present. Is it my birthday?"
"Bite me," Gerard replied. Mikey craned his neck to watch Frank's progress. Frank was already on his knees, flicking open a switchblade and sawing at the tape around Gerard's legs, and he snapped his teeth obligingly in the vicinity of Gerard's thigh.
"Save it for when I'm not taped to my brother's fucking back, Ghoul," Mikey sighed.
"You could stop looking over your shoulder," Frank suggested sweetly, leaning over to saw at the tape around Mikey's calves, then shifting to the tape around their torsos. "Shit, handcuffs too? What did you do to piss them off?"
"Poison opened his mouth," Mikey replied, and Frank giggled. (1,190 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:fluff  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  things:handcuffs  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2013 by turlough
alpheratz: Born With It
REC: The one where Gerard figures out Mikey likes makeup. Lovely warm and happymaking story with wonderful Way brothers interaction. (2013-01-13)
QUOTE: Mikey's feet were propped up on a shitty old plastic chair scarred with initials and expletives, his coat tight and buttoned across his chest and his eyeshadow in dark pools and smears like a watercolor around his eyes, the only sign that the stage lights got to him too. He looked only a little bit tired, not exhausted and collapsing like most of the other nights in the past two weeks. His eyes were bright under the vanity lights, and he'd clearly been busy, because all of Gerard's eyeliners and mascaras were lined up neatly by Mikey's thigh, facing the mirror head-on.
"Good show," said Gerard, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Yeah," said Mikey. "I think I sat on your lipstick and broke it. Why do you even have lipstick?"
Gerard shrugged. "I might need it for something. That one's a versatile color."
Mikey stuck a hand under his ass and extracted the lipstick, studying it blankly. "I think only the case cracked."
Gerard leaned his hip against the vanity. "I'll put some duct tape on it."
"Cool," said Mikey. "Bus soon?"
Gerard shrugged and poked Mikey's knee. "We won't go for another few hours."
"You're not going out to sign?"
"Not tonight. I think Frank's on it." (1,920 words)
author:alpheratz  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:genderfuck  things:makeup  relationship:brothers  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Getting Information
REC: Gerard plays 'Zero Zero' for Ray. Sweet and happymaking little ficlet. (2013-01-13)
QUOTE: Gerard bites his lower lip, trying not to tap his feet or make any sudden movements that would distract Ray. He chews on a hangnail, wishing he could have a cigarette in this part of the studio. It's only two minutes and thirty-eight seconds. He can be patient.
"Zero, Zero" *finally* comes to an end. Gerard puts his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie poncho. The white noise of the A/C isn't comforting at all as he tries to read the expression on Ray's face. "Well?" (222 words)
(also at http://lucifuge5.dreamwidth.org/95460.html )
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fic:genre:fluff  concept:music  things:poncho  relationship:established  setting:on.break  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01  fic:category:slash 
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
annemaris: (You Made Me) Realize
REC: During their first headlining tour Gerard starts noticing something about Mikey. A great story with lovely, and *hot*, Way brothers interaction. I also loved all the little on-tour details and the way they interacted with the rest of the band. (2013-01-06)
QUOTE: "Just a sip," Frank cajoles and shuffles closer till he's leaning against the edge of the couch.
Gerard shakes his head. "Go get your own." He takes another sip of his coffee, reveling in it. "Mine."
Frank flips him off again, scowling. "Asshole."
"It's right there," Gerard says. "On the kitchen counter."
"It's too far," Frank says, and stares longingly at the kitchenette not five feet from him. Gerard feels a little bad, Frank's still recovering from an early fall cold, and getting up at four in the morning sucks anyway. But he's still not sharing.
"It's right there," Gerard says again and watches Frank sigh, push away from the couch, and move toward the kitchen. The bus swerves a little and Gerard curls up around his cup, protecting it. Frank curses but makes it to the counter and pours himself a cup too. He sighs after he's taken a sip and Gerard smiles and leans against the back of the couch.
Gerard zones out for a bit, focused on nothing but the warm cup in his hands, but he comes back to himself when Mikey drops down on the couch next to him and makes a pathetic sound. Gerard hands the coffee over and pulls his legs up. He suddenly wishes he had his sketchbook out, but he can hopefully work on his new character idea on the airport.
Frank makes a wounded noise, and Gerard startles and looks up. Ray and Bob have migrated into the kitchen now, too, but Frank's the one pointing an accusatory finger at Gerard.
Gerard blinks. "What?"
"You - oh, never fucking mind." Frank sighs and sits down on the other couch. "Can't share *one* sip of coffee with me."
Gerard frowns and turns to Mikey to see if he understands any better what Frank's getting at. Mikey just lifts his eyebrows and keeps drinking, then closes his eyes. He looks tired - they all do, and they all *are*; it's their first headlining tour, they played a show just last night and only got a couple of hours of sleep, and they have to get on a fucking plane in four hours. But Mikey looks close to falling asleep again right there, coffee in hand.
Gerard reaches out and places his palm under the cup, just in case. "Mikey," he says, and Mikey blinks his eyes open. It takes him a second to focus, but when he does his eyes lock on Gerard, wide and questioning. "You were falling asleep," Gerard says quietly. Mikey straightens up and pulls the cup towards him again. Gerard rests his palm on his thigh. (5,800 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/628750 )
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  activity:shopping  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  smut:frottage  smut:pain.kink  smut:biting  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.Bandom.Stuffs.It  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
kiki_eng: Choose Your Own Adventure
REC: The one where Frank found himself in the Enchanted Forest but worries that he probably wasn't supposed to have done it in a Library. An absolutely charming little story. It's so sweet and warm and happymaking and Frank is just too adorable. (2013-01-06)
QUOTE: Frank thinks he probably has a date. So does Frank; he's going with Gerard, who's probably planning on wearing all the shiny things he owns and drinking lots of fancy juice. They managed to talk him down from making them all wear matching outfits this time.
Frank's gone to a lot fewer formal events since he moved to the Forest. Big events tend to be logistically difficult because the Forest moves around so much, so people mostly don't bother, but when they do Frank's noticed that they tend to go all out and get really excited, which is a lot of fun.
Ray wears his best tunic and ties his hair back and Mikey wears his new boots. The opening is actually pretty chill, for all that everyone's pretty decked out for it. The King makes a short speech and cuts the stripey purple ribbon across the oak doors with Cecilia, the official ceremonial opening scissors, after she's finished giving her own speech. Afterwards everyone heads into the building and mills about looking at it and some of the work that the museum staff has already managed to throw together - there's this whole section on notable people that have stepped on slowstones - it's kind of cool and Frank feels kind of smug about the whole thing, well, except for his own mysterious enchantment, but, still *slowstones*. Slowstones, are, like, the Enchanted Forest equivalent of paying attention to fast-moving carts and being especially polite to dragons. Slowstones are basic, Frank at least got hit by something weird.
He asks the King about it when they're making small-talk over the vegetable platter.
"Hmm..." he says. He studies Frank and plucks at something invisible in the air. "No," he says after a moment. "There's nothing stopping you from leaving the forest; you can go, you just have to take your spouse with you."
"...'Spouse'?" Frank asks. He can feel his eyes widening.
"...'Husband'?" The King returns after a moment, like it's the *word choice* that is throwing off Frank, who is apparently *married to some dude*, what the fuck. Frank has kind of a lot to process here. (2,870 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/628771 & http://kiki-eng.dreamwidth.org/88963.html & http://kiki-eng.livejournal.com/93694.html )
author:kiki_eng  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:fairytale  fic:source:book  beings:animals.others  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:librarian  relationship:friendship  relationship:marriage  setting:forest/jungle  setting:library  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.Bandom.Stuffs.It  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2013-01  geography:myth:Enchanted.Forest  beings:aristocrats 
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
cybercandy: It's Not A Fashion Statement
REC: Five things Party Poison never leaves home without. Or how Gerard transforms himself into Party Poison. A lovely little mood piece. (2013-01-06)
QUOTE: It's like a ritual.
Gerard's in his corner of the diner, getting ready to leave for a supply run with Frank. He's mostly dressed, socks and pants and shirt, but the crucial things are still missing and he always tries to run through those final steps in the same order. Because it feels right this way. Because it's his way of psyching himself up to get ready to face the fight. To face life in the Zones.
First, he pulls on his boots. He's paid an insane amount of c's for them, but they're worth every single one. They're black and heavy, the leather soft from wear. He can't remember why he even thought that his favourite converse sneakers would last more than a week in the desert; they basically disintegrated as soon as the alkaline dust settled on the canvas. Not to mention that they didn't offer the slightest bit of protection if someone stepped on your toes. Or Frank dropped a crowbar on your feet. He had a huge bruise on the top of his foot for weeks and Mikey did his best to kill Frank with his gaze whenever he saw him until Gerard was able to walk without flinching in pain again. Doc had a laughing fit when Gerard hobbled out of the car and sent them to a swap meet with the order not to return until they all had acquired appropriate footwear.
Next Gerard reaches for his gun and checks if the batteries are still full. (1,000 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/7677.html?thread=363773#cmt363773 & http://cybercandy.dreamwidth.org/2969.html )
author:cybercandy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  things:memories  things:mirrors  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2013 by turlough
shinetheway: Dem Dry Bones (Ghost 'verse coda)
REC: The first bone lasted three years. A lovely little coda to novembersmith's 'The Anatomy of a Fall'. (2013-01-06)
QUOTE: When he started to notice signs of wear, of flaking, he freaked out. He spent an entire day lacquering it, mostly because he insisted on painting in the tiniest increments possible, using his finest brushes. Then he'd wait an hour, nervously, while Frank rewatched the Dawn of the Dead trilogy and mocked him from a nest of blankets, to see if the newly covered-up portion of bone meant that Frank's connection to it would be broken.
At the end of the day, the bone was completely lacquered except where he'd tied a knotwork braid of embroidery thread around it and a single little bare patch underneath, and Frank was still there, smiling at him. Gerard settled it around his wrist with almost physical relief, and felt the bare patch rub against his skin.
"I'm going to need to wear my hoodie all the time," he told Frank, who grinned. "Even in the summer."
"I can work with that," Frank said, and Gerard suddenly had a lapful of Frank. He tilted his head in Frank's grip, kissing him, kissing his neck when Frank broke away to mouth gently at Gerard's bracelet.
Frank didn't say thank you. Gerard didn't need him to. (1,090 words)
author:shinetheway  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  universe:Ghost.verse  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death(past)  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-10  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: First Snow
REC: Mikey wakes in time for the first snow. Too bad he can't get back to sleep. Such a sweet little ficlet with adorable Way brothers. (2013-01-06)
QUOTE: Mikey woke with a start. Nothing was loud, and after a check out the window, that was exactly why he woke up. A layer of snow had covered the roads made damp by earlier rain, and the splashes of cars was replaced by the crunch of tires. It would all be slush before long, ugly and dirty. But just then, peeking out the window, it was soft and white and pretty.
And Mikey couldn't get back to sleep.
He paced the kitchen for a few minutes, watching snowflakes out the window. (239 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/61672.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/73946.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:cuddling  things:snow  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  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
gala_apples: Whatever Makes You Break
REC: Mikey only left Battery City four days after Gerard. So why can't he find him? A very nice glimpse of life in the zones and how different it is from what he's used to back in the city. (2013-01-06)
QUOTE: It's really not so much that everything Battery City says about the Zones is wrong. After all, even the most dedicated motorbaby would be forced to agree it is an arid uncomfortable climate and that packs of uncivilised people roam the area. What leaves Mikey half stunned is all the stuff that got left out.
For one thing, the area beyond the border is massive. All of Battery City could fit in one fragment of one Zone, and there are many zones. No one ever said that everything beyond Battery City was destroyed by the pig bombs, but no one Mikey knew thought any differently. Instead there's just miles and miles of semi-habitable land. Mikey should know, he's driven through half of it. He's been searching every day for a month and he still hasn't found Gerard yet. Gerard only left four days before Mikey did. It shouldn't be this hard.
For another, the music is incredible. Out here music means something. It's not just to slot in perfectly against nearly every combination of Compositions, entirely background even when you're trying to focus in on it. The lyrics of these songs are real sentences. They're not always brilliant, but they're not nonsense words meant to slip away from the listener's ears. And the music behind the singing- Misery Business has told him it's caused by actual instruments, not computers. Mikey had no idea you could make music without a computer in 2019.
And the third lie of omission is in the zones you're allowed to have friends. (1,210 words)
(also at http://gala-apples.livejournal.com/384239.html )
author:gala_apples  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  activity:bartering  activity:robbery  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:violence  concept:rebellion  occupation:rebel  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2013-01  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2013 by turlough

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!!FAVOURITE.ART  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !meta:rec:art  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  +length:medium.5k-10k  +length:short.-1k  +length:short.1k-5k  activity:aftercare  activity:ballrom.dancing/ballet.dancing  activity:bartering  activity:cuddling  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:gaming  activity:interview  activity:performing  activity:recording  activity:rescue  activity:robbery  activity:shopping  activity:stealing  activity:vehicle.breakdown  art:content:cartoon  art:content:chibis  art:genre:crossover  art:technique:digital.art  art:technique:pens  artist:chocoreaper  artist:gilar666  artist:xojemmaxo  author:akamine_chan  author:alpheratz  author:annemaris  author:anoceanmonster  author:ciel_vert  author:cybercandy  author:ermengarde  author:fleurdeliser  author:gala_apples  author:gorgeousnerd  author:jezrana  author:kiki_eng  author:lucifuge5  author:mistresscurvy  author:rivers_bend  author:shinetheway  author:tuesdaysgone  author:turps  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  band:My.Chemical.Romance  beings:angels  beings:animals.others  beings:aristocrats  beings:Breakfast.Monkey  beings:daemons  beings:demons  beings:draculoids  beings:ghosts  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:teenagers  challenge:2012.Bandom.Stuffs.It  challenge:2013.Aftercare.Is  challenge:2013.No.Tags  concept:addiction  concept:apocalypse  concept:art  concept:bad.scene  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:char.death(past)  concept:dystopia  concept:esp:psychic.healing  concept:genderfuck  concept:magic  concept:music  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:polyamory  concept:quest  concept:rebellion  concept:religion  concept:sobriety  concept:traveling.theater  concept:violence  condition:illness  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fandom:His.Dark.Materials  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fairytale  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:fusion  fic:genre:PWP  fic:source:book  fic:source:tv.show  geography:Europe:Italy  geography:myth:Battery.City  geography:myth:Enchanted.Forest  geography:UK:Scotland  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:San.Fransisco  holiday:Christmas  location:Way.basement  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:dance.instructor  occupation:journalist  occupation:librarian  occupation:mechanic  occupation:musician  occupation:priest/monk  occupation:rebel  occupation:stage.hand  occupation:student.college  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:supernatural.investigator  occupation:writer  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Gerard/OC(past)  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)  period:17th.century  posted:2007-01  posted:2007-02  posted:2007-05  posted:2008-08  posted:2010-10  posted:2012-10  posted:2012-11  posted:2012-12  posted:2013-01  pov:Frank  pov:Gabe  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  pov:Mikey  pov:Ray  recced:2013-01  relationship:brothers  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:marriage  relationship:poly  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  setting:bar/club  setting:cinema/theater  setting:college  setting:dance.studio  setting:desert  setting:forest/jungle  setting:garage  setting:high.school  setting:library  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  setting:on.vacation  setting:other.world  setting:recording.studio  setting:road.trip  smut:biting  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:overstimulation  smut:pain.kink  smut:shower.sex  smut:threesome  smut:vehicle.sex  things:dreams  things:handcuffs  things:makeup  things:memories  things:mirrors  things:poncho  things:snow  things:wings  time:early.days  time:pre-band  time:the.hiatus  universe:Black.Parade  universe:Danger.Days  universe:Ghost.verse  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse 

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