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fleurdeliser, ohnoktcsk, tuesdaysgone: Your Heart Turns Out the Lights
REC: The one where Gerard the writer visits Invisible Manor and meet Frank the musician and Grant the mad inventor. Another wonderful story from these writers. So full of companionship and love. I never grow tired of seeing what new and fascinating dance they have thought up for the three characters. The worldbuilding this time is absolutely delightful. I love the manor and its strange inhabitants and steampunk-flavoured technology. And as usual the sex is warm and comforting and scorchingly hot. (2015-01-18)
QUOTE: He has a very mischievous smile. It's... fucking captivating, Jesus. Gerard wasn't expecting that. "Lead on," he says.
As soon as they walk through the main door, Gerard knows that everything the twins had told him about the house was true, and at the same time, that nothing he'd been told could come close to capturing how fucking amazing this place is. A stairway winds up from his left to the second level, tall stained-glass windows let in the diffuse afternoon light, and half the foyer is taken up by a clockwork monstrosity.
"What is it?" Gerard breathes.
"Mostly it's a sculpture," Grant replies. "But it's got a few functional bits too." Gerard's fingers are already itching for his pens. "Now, now, don't stand in the foyer all day." Grant grins. "This way."
He leads Gerard down a hall and through large, ornate double doors and into a massive library.
"Holy shit."
"Thank you," says Grant, obviously pleased at Gerard's reaction. "I've been working on my collection of books twice as long as I've been working on the house; there wasn't much else for a lad like me to do, in Glasgow." Gerard smiles at him, and Grant shrugs easily. "I found my way forward by going backward. Gaslight, steam and gears, paper and ink. I have a lovely music room, it's just this way." When Gerard doesn't follow immediately he laughs. "The library isn't going anywhere."
"I do like music too. I write songs sometimes," Gerard says as he follows.
"A man of many talents, then," Grant replies. He leads Gerard through a small sitting room and then through another doorway, which opens into the promised music room.
Gerard gapes. "Is that a pipe organ?"
"It is. My own design, of course," Grant replies. "It's - somewhat of a favorite." His smile is fond and a bit faraway.
"That's fucking amazing," Gerard says. "I have a feeling everything in this house could be described like that."
"You haven't even seen the upstairs yet," Grant says, smirking. "However," he adds seriously, "follow me and I'll show you the dining room and the kitchen. You'll have full access to the kitchen in between meals, of course, but Vince is an excellent cook. I can attest to that." He pats his stomach, which draws Gerard's eyes to his midsection, and his hand. He's really quite attractive.
Gerard forces his eyes back up to Grant's. "Sounds good," he says.
The kitchen is just as incredible as the rest of the house, in its own way. There are steam-powered appliances and an old fashioned wood-burning stove. "The coffee maker is over here," Grant says, gesturing to a machine that looks nothing like any coffee maker Gerard has ever seen before in his life.
"Oh sweet lord," Gerard blurts.
Grant laughs. "It's not as bad as it looks. Fresh ground beans are always the best, are they not?"
"That's true," Gerard allows.
"And it's all automated, so all you have to do is flip this lever -" Grant points at a tarnished copper switch "- and it will grind the beans, which will drop into the filter, and then hot water will be pumped in from the boiler. Actually, one of my simpler designs." Grant must notice Gerard's look of longing, because he says, "Perhaps a demonstration is in order?" (54,760 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:ohnoktcsk  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:steampunk  activity:cooking  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:music  concept:magic  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  occupation:musician  occupation:inventor  things:comics  setting:mansion/palace  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:threesome  geography:UK:Scotland  challenge:2015.Poly.BB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-01  recced:2015-01 
january 2015 by turlough
fleurdeliser & ohnoktcsk & tuesdaysgone: Love on the Webways
REC: The one where MCR broke up after the Black Parade and Gerard is divorced and living in Portland and he meets Grant Morrison online without either of them knowing who the other is. This was a great story. Interesting premise and very entertainingly written. I particularly loved their correspondence, it's very them. I also liked the way their first face-to-face meeting was written, without any embarrassing antics. It's so nice with stories where the protagonists are actual grownups that think and act like it. And as usual in stories by these writers the sex is scorchingly hot. (2014-04-20) What if My Chemical Romance had broken up after Madison Square Garden instead of going on hiatus? In this story Gerard is divorced and living in Portland and has just started writing the 'Killjoys' comic when he meets Grant Morrison online without either of them knowing who the other is. This is such a great story. Entertaining and captivating with a very interesting premise. I particularly loved the epistolatory parts of it, it's so very *them*. I also liked the way their first face-to-face meeting and the identity reveal was written. Plain and straightforward, without any embarrassing antics. It's so nice with a story where the protagonists are actual grownups that think and act like it. And as usual with these writers the sex is scorchingly hot! (2014-04-25)
QUOTE: If you'd told Grant that he would ever be a person who looked forward to checking his email- well. All possible universes, and all that. But he still has to laugh at himself a little. He has plenty of friends, there's no denying that. But he tends to hermit himself away when he's at his country house and it's an extra little thrill after sitting at his computer all day, to have a nice conversation.
He thinks he's finally discovered what it is that people love about the internet. Fifteen years late. 'It's very sad how misguided you are', he types, grinning at his keyboard.
He doesn't get angry at people on The City of Whispers anymore. He has a *partner in crime*. As a team, they shut down the stupid assholes and it's *fun*. He suspects that this isn't the kind of trouble people had warned him against, back when he'd first discovered the message boards dedicated to his work.
There'd been Barbelith, back in the day, and Warren had always had the WEF. Warren managed to meet some truly amazing people through that. Grant had never had quite the same success.
Now, he pulls up the PM thread that he and Danny have going and types, 'Nicely done. By the way, you were right about that band you linked me. Brilliant stuff.'
'Music is my thing,' Danny replies. 'Well. When comics aren't my thing. Or like. Obscure eighties cartoons.'
Grant laughs aloud. 'And when art isn't your thing?' he sends back.
'One of my supervisors called me a Renaissance man the other day,' comes the quick reply. 'I feel like I need a costume for that, though.'
'Renaissance Man would be an interesting superhero, perhaps,' Grant returns. 'Just mind the tights, they pinch.'
'Believe me, I know,' is the reply. 'I was Peter Pan in a school play when I was a kid. I also dressed in drag in art school.'
Grant almost starts typing the story of his own foray into drag, but pauses; that's a story that he's told in interviews before, and Danny will probably be familiar with it. Not the best strategy for maintaining his anonymity.
'Ah, art school. I never went, myself. You are quite the well-rounded chap, Danny.'
'I try to be. Gotta admit, I fail when it comes to math any more advanced than basic algebra.'
'We all have our blind spots,' Grant agrees. 'I'm quite terrible with technology, myself.'
'You're on a computer, right?' Danny asks. 'Not doing some mystic ritual or something?'
Grant laughs. 'Would that I were. Perhaps I could more easily get other things done while chatting with you.'
'So multitasking is also a blind spot?'
'Like it isn't for you?'
'Don't make me give up all my weaknesses. That's a total supervillain thing to do, Fox.'
'Grant laughs and rubs a hand over his head. If he only knew. 'Supervillainy is overrated. And I enjoy vices in my friends. Makes them more interesting.'
'I've got my share of vices, but I'm still pretty boring,' writes Danny.
'I doubt that.' Grant realizes he'd be flirting if this was in person. That's... he doesn't know how to feel about that. People meet and flirt on the Internet all the time. He just never figured it would happen to him.
He laughs at the absurdity of the whole thing. At least Danny doesn't know who he's talking to. Anonymous flirting on the Internet is infinitely better than the alternative, he thinks. (33,010 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:ohnoktcsk  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:character.study  activity:mailing  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:art  things:comics  things:Gerard's.red.hair  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:convention  time:post-band  geography:US:Portland  geography:UK:Scotland  geography:US:San.Diego  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-04  recced:2014-04  universe:Danger.Days 
april 2014 by turlough
cold_clarity: The Endearing Kind of Awkward
REC: Pete makes good on all the twitter-flirting he and Gerard's been doing. A lovely little story with a really nice Pete characterisation. He and Gerard really are endearingly awkward together. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: They meet at Gerard's car, after Pete has rinsed off and changed. The nighttime settles over them, cool and clear, and Pete is pretty sure he's never done anything so high school since he was actually in high school. Gerard looks strange in the pallor of the streetlamps, his eyes suddenly overlarge in a very delicate face.
He's smoking a cigarette, and, at Pete's approach, he exhales and smiles, and the smoke thins to nothing between them, ephemeral.
"Nice car," Pete remarks.
Gerard drops the cigarette to the ground, stamping it out with his heel. "Thanks. I... really like cars."
"Just - I wouldn't have called that."
That slanted smile again. "Yeah, I contain multitudes or whatever."
Pete laughs. "Well. I'm ready if you are."
Gerard jangles his keys. "Hop in."
They drive with the windows mostly down, the city scrolling past the highway in a neon rush. Pete tucks his hands under his thighs so that he doesn't fidget and he wonders how it is that Gerard can drive without music to fill the silence. His throat feels tight. (2,060 words)
author:cold_clarity  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  things:Twitter  things:comics  things:memories  relationship:poly  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Pete(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:Pete  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 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
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
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: I'll Repair For You (When The Roof Starts To Fall)
REC: The one where Gerard the comics artist inherits a house in Scotland and one of his neighbours happens to be Grant Morrison. I love this story so much!! I just want to roll around in it and cuddle with it forever and ever! It has just the right mix of mundanity and friendship and longing and the ending is so satisfying and happymaking. I absolutely love the way Gerard is written in it and to see him starting to settle in and make this place "home", and how his relationship with Grant begins to deepen and become something more is a complete delight. This is almost certainly becoming one of my new happy places - the kind of story I read whenever I'm in need of something to make me feel warm and content and happy. (2012-08-26) I absolutely love this story. It has just the right mix of mundanity and friendship and longing and the ending is so satisfying and happymaking. I love the way Gerard is written and it's a complete delight to see him starting to settle in and make this place "home", and his relationship with Grant begin to deepen and become something "more". Despite being only a couple of months old, this story has become one of my happy places - the kind of story I read whenever I'm in need of something to make me feel warm and content and happy. I have already re-read it several times and it never fails to cheer me up. It really is the kind of story I just want to roll around in and cuddle with forever and ever. (2012-10-3))
QUOTE: Uncle Arthur's house - Shalott, the small carved sign by the door reads, because apparently people name houses here and Uncle Arthur was a giant nerd - is right on the edge of the village. Gerard's solicitor, Mr. Adams, lives a bit farther out into the country past Milton. Gerard had noticed on a map that there's a Loch Bowie out there. That's enough to tempt Gerard, really. If nothing else, Mikey will think the pictures are hilarious.
He's got his camera hanging around his neck on the strap and the farther he goes, the clearer it is that these aren't roads he's walking on as much as footpaths with two muddy tracks where sometimes cars go. So, of course, Gerard trips over a rock in the middle and ends up down on one knee in the mud.
"Your wellies seem to have revolted," an amused Scottish voice comments from atop a nearby rise.
Gerard looks up and nearly falls over the rest of the way. Of fucking course Grant fucking Morrison is the one to find him in these stupid shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, and wellies. In the mud. "Um. Yeah. I guess I'm not used to them yet."
"Country life is full of dangers," Morrison says, lips twitching. "You'd be our new American lad, then. I've heard the villagers buzzing about you."
"I guess that's me," Gerard says, standing again. "You're Grant Morrison," he blurts out. He knew Morrison lived in the area - the locals love to gossip, and when they found out what Gerard does for a living, they were all surprised he and Grant hadn't met already. This was not how Gerard pictured it happening. He tries not to visibly cringe at himself and Morrison just smiles wider at him.
"Are you a fan, then?"
"I'd say colleague, but that might be going a little far. I'm an artist, though - Gerard Way." Gerard offers his hand, then grimaces at the layer of mud on it and wipes it off on his shorts. Morrison laughs, takes the last few steps down to the verge and reaches out to shake hands.
"Any work I'd know?" Morrison asks as he shakes Gerard's hand.
"Been mostly doing indies and self-published stuff. I write a little, too - did some work for Dark Horse recently and I just signed on to do a few issues of JLA," Gerard explains.
"Dark Horse - Gerard Way, of course! I read Umbrella Academy, you know. Amazing book. It's a pleasure, Mr. Way."
"Gerard, please," Gerard blurts.
"And you must call me Grant," Grant replies. "Now, you really must explain what brought you to the Lowlands. I must have missed a critical piece of gossip." His eyes twinkle, and Gerard can't help but grin back. (17,330 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  activity:DIY  activity:sightseeing  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  things:comics  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:writer  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:bar/club  geography:UK:Scotland  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-08  recced:2012-08  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  things:wellies  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  setting:café/diner/restaurant 
august 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
green: Plane Trip
REC: Mikey and Gerard both hate planes. What do they do to pass the time? Absolutely adorable little ficlet. Waybrothers forever! (2012-05-20)
QUOTE: "Fuck, I hate planes," Mikey complained. They were moving down the runway now, taking off. At least takeoff was better than landing. Landing always made him queasy.
"I know," Gerard said, with a side of unspoken, 'Me too.' "Here." He handed over a square of Bubble Yum.
"Of course," Gerard said, as though the question offended him.
Gum always helped with the crazy 'plane ear' problem.
"Did you bring something this time?" Mikey wanted to know.
"Don't I always?" Gerard asked.
"No. Remember the time we spent the time just imagining ways the plane could fall out of the sky?" Mikey remembered it vividly.
"Have I let you down since then?" Gerard asked.
Mikey did his best not to smile. "No. Okay, so, what is it?" (435 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/403905 & http://were-duck.dreamwidth.org/243450.html?thread=2337530#cmt2337530 )
author:green  fandom:Bandom  relationship:brothers  setting:plane  things:comics  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-05  recced:2012-05  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff 
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
alpheratz: The Perfect Places of Sleep
REC: Gerard wanted to spend time by himself this tour, but not without-Mikey by himself. Lovely glimps of the Summer of Like. I loved the Gerard characterisation and the Way brothers interaction. So warm and happymaking. (2012-04-08)
QUOTE: Thinking about the day before, when Mikey had vanished after the show just like today and everyone else had gone to a party, reminded Gerard of the several pages of new character sketches he had done sitting alone in the kitchen well into the night. He flipped on the bunk light and opened his sketchbook. He got engrossed in adding more detail to the new drawings of Spaceboy, so he didn't notice the footsteps outside his bunk until his curtain was pushed aside and Mikey's face appeared in the gap.
"Mikey!" Gerard said delightedly, pushing himself up on one elbow.
Mikey looked happy and he was there, two of Gerard's favorite things. "Hi, Gee. Hiding again?"
"I was thinking," said Gerard.
"Yeah?" asked Mikey.
"No, I mean I was thinking, not hiding. I didn't want to play video games. Are you staying?"
"I could," said Mikey thoughtfully. "I was going to kick Frank's ass."
"You're not going to kick Frank's ass. You should stay here," said Gerard. "I have Cheetos." He waved the bag at Mikey and a little cloud of orange dust rose up into the air.
"I see that. You have them all over your face," said Mikey, in that voice that meant he was laughing at him.
"Shit." Gerard rubbed his hand over his cheek and looked at it. It was orange, so he licked it and wiped it off on his pants.
"You're a slob. Move over, I'm getting in."
Gerard scooted back towards the wall obediently and tucked his sketchbook between the mattress and the wall. He tossed the Cheetos to the foot of the bunk, on top of the blanket. Mikey snorted but crawled in next to him and tugged the pillow out from under Gerard's head. (2,220 words)
fandom:Bandom  activity:cuddling  concept:art  things:comics  relationship:brothers  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BFF  +length:short.1k-5k  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  author:alpheratz  !meta:rec:fic  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff 
april 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: We Could Live Forever If You've Got the Time (Sharpest Lives 'verse 35)
REC: A grownup Grace visits Dr D, the final story in the Sharpest Lives universe. Bittersweet and nostalgic and absolutely lovely. I loved the bit with the comic - the Killjoys will never be forgotten. (2012-04-01)
QUOTE: "Look." She reached into her inner jacket pocket and pulled a pamphlet of sorts; crudely printed pages stapled together carefully. It was bright and colorful and, as D flipped through it, he came to the realization that it was a homemade comic book, starring the Fabulous Killjoys. "One of Pony's kids picked it up at the Market; they were giving ‘em away for free. The artist is pretty talented, for someone without training." She sat on his ratty couch and leaned in to point. "There's Kobra fighting off a Drac with his super-awesome patented kung-fu moves." She smiled at the green figure on the next page. "Ghoul taking out parts of the City with his explosives." On the other pages: "Jet. Pony. You and me." And finally, "Poison. And Gerard."
Poison was unmistakable in this blue jacket and blood red hair, features captured remarkably well for a doodle. Gerard, too, was easily identified by his swirl of dark clothes. D touched the rough paper and closed his eyes. (585 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/1914.html?thread=84858#cmt84858 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:story.within.a.story  concept:rebellion  concept:char.death(past)  things:memories  things:comics  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Dr.Death.Defying  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
april 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
tabula_x_rasa: Transatlanticism
REC: The one where Gerard's a comic book writer living in London and Frank works for a record label and has a band in New York and they try to do the long-distance thing. It's a totally delightful story and both Frank and Gerard are such charming dorks. I loved the glimpses we got from their respective lives - their jobs and friends and everyday life - they made the story feel very real and solid. (2012-03-18)
QUOTE: Frank was going to go on blaming the jet lag for why it took so long to put it together - all of the train and taxi rides, and checking into the hotel, and until they were squeezed around a table in some kind of pub and had ordered tapas.
Gerard and Mikey had been talking the whole time, about the flight and the band - and Gerard's job, which finally trickled into Frank's poor confused brain.
"Wait!" he said. "You're *Gerard Way*? Like, The Umbrella Academy Gerard Way?"
Frank ignored everyone laughing at him, and Mikey's glare, because Gerard was biting his lip and looking pleased and a little embarrassed. "Yeah," he said. "Did you read it?"
"Dude," Frank said, and told him all about it. Okay, maybe it was a little repetitive to tell someone about their own work, but Gerard didn't seem to mind. He seemed excited, actually, and egged Frank on, and then they talked about the Batman book Gerard was writing now. After a while Mikey and Gerard switched seats so Frank and Gerard could continue their epic conversation without talking over him.
They talked all through eating whatever it was, and then Frank noticed it was getting more and more difficult to form words correctly. His head was spinning, and not from the beer.
"Are you okay?" Gerard asked.
"Yeah," Frank said, giving his head a shake to try and wake himself up. "Just..."
"Did you get any sleep on the plane?" There was a smile playing around Gerard's mouth, but it was sympathetic.
"No," Frank admitted, rubbing his eyes hard. "I'm starting to feel floaty."
"Maybe we should take you back to the hotel, let you have a nap." Gerard's voice sounded really close to his ear, then far away again, as Gerard spoke to the rest of the table.
"Mikey said we shouldn't take naps," Frank protested.
"Don't listen to Mikey." Gerard's voice was warm in his ear again.
Frank felt like he was a couple minutes behind everyone and everything. He put down whatever money Gerard told him to, and let Ray steer him outside with his large hands heavy on Frank's shoulders.
"I've totally stayed up longer than this before," Frank protested.
"Travel is different," Gerard said, authoritative. "It fucks you up in a different way... Aw, fuck, I hate this shit."
Frank eventually figured out that Gerard meant the weather. It wasn't really rain, just heavy drizzle, but in minutes he was considerably wet.
The hotel wasn't far, though, and after a few trippy blocks, Frank was in the lobby of the hotel. Mikey pressed the key card into his hand. "Go take a nap."
Frank's wandering gaze landed on Gerard. His wet hair was stuck to his face in dark strands and he grinned when Frank looked at him. "I'll see you later, Frank," he said. "Get some rest. But set an alarm. If you sleep for more than two hours, you're fucked." Frank just stared at him. (20,680 words)
(also at http://tabula-x-rasa.dreamwidth.org/9534.html )
author:tabula_x_rasa  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:band.with.a.twist  condition:illness  condition:injury  things:comics  things:Gerard's.red.hair  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:musician  relationship:long.distance  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:masturbation  setting:festival  setting:convention  setting:bar/club  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:US:New.York  geography:UK:London  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanmix  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  geography:UK:England 
march 2012 by turlough
ciel_vert: Art Could Save a Wretch Like Me
REC: Gerard has almost given up on trying to make it as an artist when a provocative street artist inspires him to keep pursuing his dream. I really liked how quiet and everyday this felt and that Gerard and Frank were so clearly adults. They might mess up but they can forgive and learn and go on. I also liked the way the writer used the Killjoys universe. A very happymaking story. (2012-03-11)
QUOTE: They walk a few blocks to a diner, and slide into a cracked vinyl booth near the back. They're slowly sipping from their mugs when Frank sighs and says, "I appreciate that I don't have to walk more than a few blocks to get coffee at all hours in the city, but this place has nothing on the coffee in a Jersey diner."
Gerard swallows his too hot mouthful too quickly, and has to chase it down with a sip of water before he can ask, "You're from Jersey?"
"Born and raised. What about you?"
"Me too. I grew up in Belleville."
"Shut the front door, are you serious? I refuse to believe we're from the same town and we've never met before. Where'd you go to school?"
"Belleville High, both my brother Mikey and I went there."
Frank nods. "Well that explains it. I was rotting away in slacks and a tie at Queen of Peace."
[...] Frank shudders, takes another sip of coffee. "So, you draw comics?"
"Well, sort of, yeah. I mean, that's what I'd like to be doing. Writing and drawing them, actually. It's what I went to school for."
"Oh yeah? So, if you're not writing and drawing comics, what do you do?" Frank asks.
"Corporate graphics for a property management company," Gerard answers in a dead sounding monotone.
"Wow, that sounds... exhilarating," Frank says, sounding sympathetic.
Gerard shrugs. "Yeah, I mean. I don't know. It's a job, right?" Gerard sighs. "What do you do?"
Frank fidgets with the sleeves of his hoodie. "I do a lot of things. Wait tables, sit behind the counter at a book store, play guitar, take the train back to Jersey sometimes to help my grandfather at his refrigeration business. I guess you could say I'm a Frank of all trades."
"A Frank of all trades, huh?" Gerard says with a smirk.
Frank smiles. "Yeah. So, you're an artist. What did you think of the show tonight? You said you were conflicted."
Gerard spends a few seconds chewing on his cuticles before answering. (7,160 words)
author:ciel_vert  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  things:graffitti  things:comics  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:office.worker  smut:fucking  setting:art.gallery/studio  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanmix  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
march 2012 by turlough
delphinapterus: Squids and Plaid Are All I Need
REC: Mikey drags Gerard to Pete's birthday party where he meets Gabe. That's just the beginning. A perfectly charming little story with a great Gerard characterisation. So interesting to see the way his reactions to Gabe reveal how much he's changed and grown over the years. I totally loved the way Gerard waking up the morning after was written. It tells us everything we need to know about the night before. Wonderful! (2012-01-01)
QUOTE: Gerard wakes up alone. He stretches out and can feel the soreness in his thighs. The bed is warm and he feels the pleasant satisfied languor he always associates with really good sex. Morning light is just starting to filter past the edges of the blackout curtains. The light hits the fabric of Gabe's flannel shirt and Gerard smiles to himself thinking about the previous night. If Gabe's shirt is still there then Gabe is probably still around. He closes his eyes and listens carefully. Ticking clock. The usual sounds of the early morning neighbourhood. His own breathing. Spoon against the inside of a bowl.
Gerard opens his eyes and sniffs hopefully. He can definitely smell coffee. He puts on his robe out of habit but turns around in the hallway and goes back to change. Clothes are important and he wants to have pants on when he sees Gabe. He feels less nervous without the hem of the robe swishing around his calves.
He goes to the kitchen first and is rewarded with a view of Gabe' pants pulled tight over his ass as he bends down to rummage in the bottom of Gerard's cupboard. It's a really good view. Almost as good as the full coffee pot on the counter.
"Hey," Gerard says and Gabe jumps.
"I was going to bring you breakfast in bed," Gabe waves at the dishes on the counter, "but you don't have any trays."
"Uh, sorry?" Gerard offers. He thinks he might have a tray in the studio but it's probably covered in paint by now.
Gabe shrugs, "I could have improvised but since you're here, that's solved."
"I could go back to bed?" Gerard offers tentatively and wonders if he can get away with taking a cup of coffee with him.
Gabe laughs, "I won't make you, go get your coffee."
They settle down across the table in the breakfast nook which Gabe cleared of all Gerard's old local newspapers.
"You cleaned," Gerard says and then feels weird for bringing it up as Gabe sets a neatly sliced grapefruit and plate of toast in front of him.
"Recycling is good for the planet, you're not supposed to hoard the papers," Gabe says adding jam to his toast.
"Mikey says the same thing," Gerard admits and Gabe chuckles. (1,980 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/322306 )
fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.squids  concept:art  things:comics  time:the.hiatus  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.Bandom.Stuffs.It  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-12  recced:2012-01  author:delphinapterus  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff 
january 2012 by turlough
mistresscurvy: Hold It In
REC: Gerard is trying to focus on his senior project for art school but Frank is terribly distracting. This was absolutely delightful. Sweet and funny and totally hot. Awkward, oblivious Gerard is completely adorable and I love how Frank finally just goes for it. And the running Star Wars discussion is just perfect. (2011-12-25)
QUOTE: Frank wiped his hands down his legs, making eye contact with Gerard for a brief moment before looking away again. Gerard wasn't sure if he should be saying something, or if Frank was still in the middle of a thought, but before he could figure out something new to say Frank had finally started talking again. "How do you, like, show someone you like them?"
Gerard laughed before he could stop it, covering his mouth with his hand as if it would help at this point. He tried to reset his expression when Frank glanced over at him, but he was pretty sure he just looked like a spooked animal. "Uh. Are you sure you want to ask me this?" When Frank nodded, looking back down at his hands, Gerard tried again. "I mean, I think that Mikey might be more help on this topic." Also potentially less likely to suggest filling his crush's locker with frogs as a seduction technique.
He's pretty sure that Frank would somehow make that endearing and not disastrous, though.
Frank shook his head furiously. "How the fuck do you get advice from someone who's a born natural? You don't, okay. That's like asking a genius for help with your SATs. Nothing they say is going to do shit for you."
Gerard could see the logic there, he guessed, but it didn't really help him at all. "Well, usually I've just gotten drunk and waited to see whether anyone would approach me at a party."
"Does that actually work?" Frank was looking at him again, his eyes a little less bleak.
Gerard shook his head. "Maybe, but if it did I don't really remember it all that well." Frank giggled a bit at that, and Gerard went on, trying to remember how he had actually started dating his high school girlfriend. "I usually try hanging around a lot? Laughing at their jokes, um. That sort of thing. I'm pretty lame."
"What if that's not working?" Frank asked. His focus on Gerard's face was somewhat unnerving [...]. (4,130 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/315141 & http://mistresscurvy.dreamwidth.org/74733.html & http://mistresscurvy.livejournal.com/79601.html )
author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  holiday:Christmas  things:comics  occupation:student.college  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:handjob  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.Bandom.Stuffs.It  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-12  recced:2011-12  things:storm  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
december 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser: I Don't Know Where To Go (But You Gotta Be There)
REC: Gerard and Frank are smoking buddies at work. One day Frank doesn't show up. And not the next day either. Gerard is worried. This was very cute. Gerard's worried fantasies are just so right. (2011-11-27)
QUOTE: "So what about this Superman makes him less of a fucking goody two-shoes loser?"
"Well, he's like, at the end of his life. So it's... he's got all these things he wants to accomplish before he goes and he has to come to terms with it all. It's really kind of beautiful."
"Interesting." Frank sounds genuine too, not in the way some people say interesting but are really pacifying you. "Maybe I'll check it out."
"You should. And seriously, the art is fucking gorgeous. I could just stare at the pages looking at the art for hours. Totally worth the three bucks just for the art." Gerard flips the comic over so Frank can see the cover. "But the story is just as amazing. Shit, I can totally bring you my copies and let you borrow them, get caught up. There's only two issues left after this one."
"Really? Man, I'd really appreciate that." Frank beams at him. "Totally,"
Gerard beams back. "Ah, shit. I gotta go." He takes the last drag off his cigarette and gets up. "I'll bring the issues tomorrow. You'll see what I mean."
"Have a good afternoon," Frank tells him.
Gerard laughs. "I'll try."
As he walks back to his office, Gerard realizes that this is his first smoking buddy. He's never really hit it off with any of the other people who frequent the courtyard. Frank seems really cool though, and clearly has pretty good taste. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hot. (2,700 words)
author:fleurdeliser  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:illness  things:comics  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:office.worker  relationship:friendship  setting:office  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.Yo.Bro.That's.Sick  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-11  recced:2011-11  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
november 2011 by turlough
everystarfall: Opposite Over Adjacent
REC: Frank's been sick forever and needs someone to tutor him in math. A totally charming story with some really neat touches. I loved Gerard's explanatory math comics. (2011-11-20)
QUOTE: Frank amused himself by seeing how close he could get to poking Gerard's shoulder without him noticing before he sat up, sweeping hair out of his eyes and sitting back, confident, with a "well, okay, see, it's like..." and then proceeding to describe some concepts of mathematics with metaphors ranging from basic shapes to dragons and Star Wars references. It was a good thing, too, that Frank didn't really need explanations, because not only were they hard to follow, but he found himself watching Gerard's freaky long fingers waving around wildly in earnest emphasis, or slipping through Gerard's shiny black hair when he worked through a rather complicated description of cotangents.
Even worse, from an educational viewpoint (and nothing else, Frank would admit only to himself) was when Gerard couldn't come up with an explanation that satisfied him, and he resorted to drawing out concepts - not with mathematical diagrams, but as comic strips. With protagonist 'secant' and his dark, villainous nemesis, 'arccosine'. The comic strips had started early on, after Gerard had caught Frank hiding an old Batman in the pages of his textbook, trying to read surreptitiously with his knees pulled up while Gerard rambled on about graphs. Frank had been so absorbed - in the comic, not in Gerard's mesmerizing gestures, not that time - that he hadn't noticed when Gerard broke off and leaned forward, plucking the comic neatly from behind Elements of Advanced Algebra and Trigonometry.
"What the fuck, Frank," Gerard had said, with a half-annoyed, half-hurt huff and a truly impressive bitchface. Frank was sputtering to think of something to say that wouldn't make Gerard flounce out (because somehow he knew Gerard would be the type to flounce), when he was saved by a coughing fit. (8,400 words)
author:everystarfall  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:illness  things:comics  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:handjob  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2011.Yo.Bro.That's.Sick  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-11  recced:2011-11  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
november 2011 by turlough
ladyfoxxx: Feeling a Moment
REC: Gerard does not want Frank to take his picture. This is lovely. I really like the way Gerard's irritation and Frank's obnoxiousness is transformed into something so warm and sweet and happymaking. (2011-08-21)
QUOTE: "Seriously Gee, this light is killer. Just look at me for *one* second." "Oh my god *no*." "Why not?" Gerard doesn't have to see Frank's face to know he's pouting. He can *hear* it. "Because if I look up, you're gonna take my fucking photo and I've barely slept and I haven't shaved in days and I look like fucking shit right now. So no, Frank. Please go away." Gerard takes a breath, trying to relax enough that his hand's not twisted up from gripping the pencil so tight. He calls the panel back into his mind, projecting the lines and shapes on the page in front of him, lowering his pencil tip to the clean white surface. (1,420 words)
(also at http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/55587.html )
author:ladyfoxxx  fandom:Bandom  activity:photography  things:comics  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-08  recced:2011-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Half Of Something Else
REC: An absolutely lovely AU where MCR never formed, Frank has become Grant's assistant and Gerard his artist. I love the way the relationship building is allowed to take time. Letting us experience the slow growth of Frank's relationships with Grant and with Gerard and finally all three of them together. I particularly liked the way the epilogue showed that their relationship is forever changing. I also love the characterisations. They're such wonderfully rounded and *grownup* people. Endlessly loveable but far from perfect. Wonderful, wonderful story! (2011-08-21)
QUOTE: "Grant Morrison's office, Frank speaking," Frank says into the phone as he leans over Grant to grab a pen. Grant leans back to give him room and can't seem to take his eyes off the scorpion on Frank's neck. Frank places the pen in Grant's hand and Grant forces his eyes to Frank's. Frank sets a stack of papers in front of him, covers the mouthpiece of the phone and whispers, "Sign these."
Frank turns his attention back to the phone, "No. No, Mr. Morrison is not interested in... I don't know where you got your information, but it's wrong. You'll have to send an email about charity-related requests. No, that's *my* policy because it's easier to check that your charity is legit when I have all the pertinent information in front of me. No I'm not trying to be difficult. Mr. Morrison is a busy man and he doesn't need his time wasted with fanboys trying to use a fake charity to get an autograph. Send an email, and I'll look into it and he may donate something."
Grant holds in a chuckle and signs the spots Frank indicated with sticky notes. Frank complains about doing so much internet research all the time, but Grant's favorite moments to surprise Frank are when he's wearing the reading glasses he tends to avoid, grinning faintly as he types away. He'd compared himself to Jason Todd, once; Grant thinks there's a healthy strain of Barbara Gordon hidden away in his compact frame as well.
It's clear to Grant after only a few weeks that Frank doesn't really realize how much more smoothly everything in Grant's life has been going since he started. Of course he wouldn't, because he wasn't there before. Email is being answered in a timely fashion; meetings are being set up without hiccups, and none have had to be rescheduled because Grant wrote down a prior engagement in another spot. It seems simple, but Grant had to do it by himself for months between all the short-lived previous assistants, and it was truly the winter of his discontent.
He's learned, through the whole ordeal, not to take anyone at face value. The last two assistants had been clean-cut young professionals, and they'd lasted no longer than a week or two apiece; somehow despite all their stellar resume items they'd been lacking in some nebulous thing required to do the job. Grant's pretty sure it was the capacity to deal with *him*. Trent's a good friend and Grant hadn't really expected he would send someone totally unfit for the job, but when Frank had walked in the door, wide eyes contrasting with the wild tattoos and the little punk snarl he couldn't quite turn off, he'd had Grant's full attention immediately, although it had been Frank's dismissive little "You need a superhero" that had truly clinched him the job. Grant's pretty sure he's found one. Everyone Grant works with seems to think so too, and Grant doesn't let them forget it; he's always on the phone telling people, "No, you have to talk to Frank, he's the captain of this ship."
Frank always seems to blush every time he hears it, which is disarming in ways Grant finds rather inconvenient, and which he tries to ignore. Grant's friends all comment on how he's much better balanced recently, in a tone which suggests it's some sort of miracle. They're not entirely wrong. Somehow, in the space of a month or two, Frank's got him eating and sleeping on a regular schedule too.
Grant's pretty sure that isn't a normal part of the job description, but then again, what the hell does he know? (58,890 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:polyamory  condition:illness  band:My.Chemical.Romance  things:comics  things:Gerard's.platinum.hair  occupation:personal.assistant  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  smut:double.penetration  setting:convention  con:2006.ComicCon  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:UK:Scotland  geography:US:San.Diego  geography:US:New.York  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  posted:2011-08  recced:2011-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary) 
august 2011 by turlough
jedusaur: In The Name Of Spiritual Advancement
REC: Gerard worries about the sales of Danger Days. Gerard/Grant phone sex that's among the hottest things I've read in a long time. It's also oddly plausible, given their respective histories and personalities. I love the way Gerard and his relationship with Grant is written. (2011-08-14)
QUOTE: "I did this fifteen years ago, when you wrote that letter in The Invisibles," comes out of his mouth, and he winces at himself.
"Did you?" says Grant, sounding interested. "Because you were curious about the magic?"
"No." He's in this far, might as well let loose and find out what happens. "Because you told me to."
"You want me to tell you when to wank?" says Grant without missing a beat, and a shiver tingles its way through Gerard's entire body, because this has just turned into something it wasn't before. "You want me to tell you when you're allowed to come?"
Gerard lets out a truly embarrassing noise, breathy and high-pitched, and clenches his fist around the base of his cock.
"Answer me," says Grant sternly.
Gerard squeezes tighter to stop himself coming right then. "Yes," he manages to get out. "Please."
"Stop touching," says Grant. Gerard wrenches his hand away from his dick with difficulty and presses it against his thigh, digging in with his fingertips. "Close your eyes," says Grant, and Gerard does.
There's a long pause, then Grant says, "Put your pants back on."
They're not going to fit, not with a hard-on like this in the way, but Gerard tries. They won't zip up. "They're too tight, I can't while I'm hard."
"Then hurt yourself until you're not hard," says Grant calmly, and Gerard's brain shorts out. (1,790 words)
(also at http://jedusaur.dreamwidth.org/24340.html & http://jedusaur.livejournal.com/29720.html )
author:jedusaur  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:magic  occupation:writer  things:comics  relationship:friendship  smut:masturbation  smut:phone.sex  relationship:d/s  time:Danger.Days.promo  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-08  recced:2011-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
august 2011 by turlough
autoschediastic: Basement Rhapsody
REC: Frank brings two new friends to Gerard's basement. Hair dyeing, makeup, and orgies follow. This is a fabulous story. Laugh-out-loud funny and scorchingly hot and with wonderful, slightly larger-than-life characterisations. I particularly loved this Gerard, he's so awkward and hilarious and such a teenager. (2011-08-07)
QUOTE: "Stop trying to traumatise them with our sex life, Tommy," Adam says very firmly.
"Frank likes it!"
"Frank is, like, Zero Action Man," Frank agrees. "He'll take what he can get."
"That's a terrible superpower," Gerard mumbles. Since it's actually his superpower, he thinks he's entitled to an opinion.
Adam says, "Unless you're a Republican," his hand still on Gerard's thigh.
"Man." Frank slumps back heavily against the mirror, bottles clattering in his wake. "The Republican. There's a fucking terrifying supervillian."
"He'd boycott tights," Tommy says.
"Badly-tailored, decade-out-of-style power suits all the way," Adam agrees.
"Are you gonna do his eyebrows, too, Gee?"
Sunk in a three-page spread of The Republican facing off against Equal Rights Boy, Gerard blinks. Adam's hair is done. For the last minute or so, Gerard's been massaging the dye in, swirling Adam's hair around in little patterns like icing. When he glances up, Tommy's frantically waving one hand, circling a finger above his own head. Gerard starts to shake his head no, but Frank leans in dangerously close to Tommy, almost falling into his lap, nodding furiously.
Gerard glances down, biting at the inside of his lip. Adam's drifted off into scalp-massage bliss. He doesn't seem like the type to get upset. Besides, it would be pretty cute. Gathering up all of Adam's hair, Gerard swirls it into a peak at the crown of his head, then steps to the side so Frank and Tommy can see.
"Hey, cupcake," Tommy says, his grin a perfect match to Frank's, "hair's done."
Not really with it yet, Adam says, "I love my hair played with," and blinks his eyes slowly open. His gaze falls on the mirror first thing. Gerard tries to edge away, just in case. He's the helpless victim of peer-pressure in this scenario.
But instead of getting upset that they're making fun of him, or even rolling his eyes in disgust, Adam tilts his chin down, checking out his cupcake swirl, and laughs. "It's like the Jetsons!" He looks up at Gerard, beaming. "But you can't leave me with ginger eyebrows, that's just mean."
"Um, yeah," Gerard says, groping for the toothbrush he stuck on the counter. Frank helpfully holds it out. "I mean, no. I wouldn't. Leave you with them, not do them." He tugs roughly on a stringy lock of hair fallen into his face. The very careful words he's got laid out in his head refuse to reach his tongue. "Close your eyes?"
Face tilted up, Adam immediately shuts his eyes. Carefully, Gerard daubs some dye onto the toothbrush's bristles, then paints it gently across Adam's brows. (13,990 words)
(also at http://blue-soaring.dreamwidth.org/239814.html )
author:autoschediastic  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Adam.Lambert  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  things:comics  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  smut:hairpulling  smut:groupsex  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  activity:hair.cutting/dyeing  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Adam.Lambert/Tommy.Ratliff(primary) 
august 2011 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: On Pins And Needles
REC: Gerard's got a crush on this guy in the tattoo parlor next door to his comic store. This was so cute. Just the right sort of happymaking fluff. (2011-07-31)
QUOTE: The owner frowns when they come in, barely glancing up from his appointment book. "You're late."
"I'm not late, Brian. You said be here at twelve."
"Which it was, twenty minutes ago. Get back there and set up your shit already." He stops and looks up. "Oh hey. Comic Book Guy."
"Did he bring comics?" calls tiny hot guy, his dyed hair popping up from behind the counter in a flash of red and black. "I need the new Batman."
"He brought Mikey."
"Almost as good as Batman. Nice to meet you Comic Book Guy."
Gerard stares. He wonders if something has broken in his brain now that he has the chance to see the tiny hot guy's glinting lip ring up close. He is not thinking about how that ring would feel against his skin because that would be creepy and deeply inappropriate. Of course, it takes him awhile for his brain to agree with this and regain the ability to form words. "Gerard. Um, I'm Gerard."
"Oh, yeah, Mikey's brother. Cool. I'm Frank. That's Ray," he points at the tall guy with the curly hair. "Andy's out of town and Lindsey's not working today but she'll probably be around later anyway."
Brian snorts. "Gosh Frank, aren’t you just the most congenial deb at the whole fucking cotillion."
Frank ignores him. "And you already met our pet asshole and fearless leader Brian right?"
"You're just full of witty observations today, aren’t you?"
"Ignore Brian. He's a douchebag when he hasn’t had his coffee and smokes."
"I am not a douchebag."
"You are but we love you anyway."
"I'm going to make sure Mikey doesn't break anything," Brian mumbles before stumbling away.
It leaves Gerard alone, with Frank the tiny hot tattoo artist. (5,380 words)
(also at http://dancinbutterfly.livejournal.com/382369.html )
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:small.business.owner  occupation:piercer/tattoo.artist  things:comics  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  setting:shop  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.Pod_Together  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary) 
august 2011 by turlough
sassbandit & were_duck: Draculoids Will Never Hurt You
REC: Gerard hates his work at the BLI art deparment and when Frank is sacked, Gerard quits too. This is an absolutely wonderful Killjoys origin story and one that puts art and music in the center of the conflict. It's got first class worldbuiling with a myriad of tiny details that all ties together into a living, breathing, very believable post-apocalyptic world that is still alive and haven't given up hope. The characterisations of the main protagonists, particularly Gerard, are among the best I've ever seen. They're complex, grownup people that think and make mistakes and recognise their mistakes. There is also a large cast of very believable secondary and tertiary characters, all with their own backstories and motives for not wanting to become assimilated into the BLI world. Definitely a story to re-read many times. (2011-07-24)
QUOTE: The only place to smoke is the alleyway behind the building, with the door of the emergency stairwell propped open and the security camera broken.
Gerard remembers back before they moved to Battery City, when everyone used to smoke out front on the pavement, huddled into their coats against the New York winter. The sidewalk had been littered with butts despite the sand-filled can the management provided, and anyone who'd visited had had to run the smokers' gauntlet before they could get in through the front door. There are fewer of them now: a handful of holdouts from the old days who'd come west after the Better Living Industries merger, a few others who'd been around almost as long and somehow managed to avoid CorpHealth's anti-smoking campaigns and keep the habit.
These days there's just a sparse cluster of regulars who come out on their breaks, three times a day, to stand around aimlessly sucking in nicotine and shooting the shit before they have to hit their desks again. Aiden and Josh and Maia and Vivian and Frank. Gerard doesn't even like any of them except Frank. He really likes Frank, though, even if they're just smoking buddies, even if Gerard doesn't really know anything about him. He doesn't even know what department Frank works in. Not the art department, and definitely nothing customer-facing. He wishes Frank worked in the art department. That might make it suck less.
Gerard comes out for a smoke on Wednesday afternoon and finds Frank already down there. He's sitting against the wall, knees drawn up, drawing on his hand while a cigarette hangs from his lip.
"Hey," says Gerard. "Got a light?" He drops and sits cross-legged on the ground next to Frank. Frank pulls his knees in to give him room, and hands him a lighter from the pocket of his hoodie. Gerard likes that Frank never wears the regulation clothes. Gerard doesn't either.
"Thanks, man."
They smoke in silence, Gerard picking at the cracked rubber around the edge of his sneakers with one hand, cigarette in the other. He's wearing black nail polish that's chipping away. Frank stubs out his butt and examines the artwork on his hand. Gerard watches out of the corner of his eye.
"What are you drawing?" Gerard asks.
Frank holds it up so Gerard can see that it's a spider, all long angular legs from wrist to knuckles and a segmented body. "A spider," he says.
"Cool," Gerard says, leaning in to look closer. "Is it, like... a metaphor or something?"
Frank shrugs. "Spiders freak me out. So I figured, face the thing you fear, right?" He twists his hand around and stares at it, as if daring the spider to become three-dimensional and jump out at him.
Gerard nods. "That's great. That's... yeah. Face the thing you fear." He nods again, quickly. "Are you gonna get it as a tattoo?" He can see ink under Frank's cuffs, just peeping out when he moves, but he's never had a chance to check any of it out properly. He wonders what Management thinks of that.
"I don't know," Frank says. "Maybe." (94,440 words)
(also at http://sassbandit.dreamwidth.org/17549.html )
author:sassbandit  author:were_duck  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:art  concept:music  concept:politics  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:genderfuck  concept:violence  condition:illness  things:Trans.Am  things:comics  occupation:rebel  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  setting:desert  geography:myth:Battery.City  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray/Show.Pony(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  pov:Mikey  pov:Ray  pov:Show.Pony  challenge:2011.BBB  posted:2011-06  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days 
july 2011 by turlough
piratesunk: We Each Play the Part Written For Us (You Can't Change the Future)
REC: A sweet and cute everyday-life AU about Frank getting to know Gerard the comic artist and their faily courting. Af fluffy, happymaking story. Perfect reading for a grey and boring day. (2011-07-17)
QUOTE: "Ray told me you're in a new band now," Mikey says just as the bathroom door clicks open and Gerard walks out of there looking all flushed, his hair in a mess. It looks like he's been mussing up his hair for a good thirty minutes in front of the mirror to make it look like he just rolled out of bed. Frank gives him a quick and easy smile and turns back to Mikey. "We just fuck around once a week in my mom's basement." "I didn't know you were in a band," Gerard says and he looks far more impressed than Mikey. "You know. Like every other guy in Jersey. I torture my neighbors' ears a lot." "I was in a band once," Gerard announces and Mikey rolls his eyes like this is something he's heard so many times before. "I played guitar very badly and they kicked me out." (27,090 words)
author:piratesunk  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:performing  activity:moving  activity:shopping  concept:ordinary.lives  things:comics  condition:illness  condition:stagefright  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:writer  occupation:shop.assistant  occupation:musician  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:public.sex  setting:bar/club  setting:shop  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2011.BBB  posted:2011-06  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
july 2011 by turlough
delphinapterus: untitled fic
REC: Gabe in Gerard's hotel room the morning after. This was both lovely and sad. I really felt for Gabe here, Gerard has him all off balance. (2011-07-10)
QUOTE: He had been late enough that he'd had to sneak into the back of the room to stand next to Gerard and his bodyguard who were both trying their best not to attract attention. He'd been surprised by how pleased Gerard had looked to see him.
Even though he's known both Ways for years, Gabe had still be surprised when Gerard had flirted and teased in-between reassuring Mikey again and again "you were fucking awesome Mikes." Mikey had been too busy to catch Gerard out which had made Gabe feel freer to respond in kind once he realized what Gerard was doing. Pete had noticed but he'd only leered a little bit before returning to fussing over Mikey in his own weird way. It had seemed only natural to follow through when Gerard had invited him up and a much better way to kill time before his flight than his original plan. (786 words)
author:delphinapterus  fandom:Bandom  things:comics  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:convention  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pov:Gabe  challenge:2011.Bandom.Kissing.Meme  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary) 
july 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Hold On Tight and Don't Look Back (OT3 'verse 8)
REC: Frank and Gerard and Grant continues to feel their way into their new relationship. And have lots of hot sex too. The last story in the OT3 'verse. I have so much love for this universe. It's so warm and lowkey and sensual and it's such a joy to get to see grownup people working their way into a relationship. This story is a wonderful happy ending and I particularly loved the Grant characterisation. (2011-07-03)
QUOTE: "So?" Frank asks. Johnny wanders in and rubs up against Frank's legs before hopping in his lap. Frank pets him absently, eyes fixed on Gerard.
"I don't know, he's focused and twitchy and I'm surprised he's eating at all, but clearly he's at least eating toast. He said to make ourselves at home. It's hard to read him. I can't tell if we'd bother him if we went in there with him, or what." Gerard sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He tucks his feet under Frank's thigh and reaches out to let Johnny sniff his fingers. "I just have no idea how he works or what he needs from us and I wish I did."
"The way I see it," Frank says, wrapping his free hand around Gerard's ankle and squeezing, "he asked us to be here, so he's expecting at least some kind of distraction every once in a while. If we bother him, he can ask us to stop."
"Yeah." Gerard sighs again.
They sit like that until the coffee is gone. Johnny even lets Gerard pet him a little bit before they're through. There are a few more hours until practice and Frank disappears toward the bedrooms. Gerard follows quietly a few moments later.
"Hey," he hears from Grant's office.
"Frank. Good morning, darling." Grant sounds distracted, but also genuinely happy to see Frank.
There's the quiet sound of a kiss and then Frank asks, "D'you mind if I sit here and read?"
"Not at all," Grant answers and Gerard hears Frank settle down somewhere. Then the only further sounds he hears are the sound of the keyboard and the periodic turning of pages from Frank.
Gerard goes back out to the dining room, where he can set up his laptop on the glass table. He has his own scripts to work on. And he does, getting so immersed that hours pass, and only the sound of clinking silverware from the kitchen rouses him. He looks up; it's Frank making sandwiches. Frank sees him looking and gestures to the food. Gerard nods. Frank brings him one of the plates and then disappears down the hall, reappearing several minutes later without the other plate but also without Grant.
"He wouldn't take a break," Frank says as he sits down with his own food. "He's been typing ever since I've been in there. He's got like eight books open on the desk. I didn't ask."
Gerard hums. "Maybe later he will," he offers, peeling a strip of crust off his bread and chewing on it. Frank just gives him a look that says, We'll see.
When it's time to leave for practice, Gerard ducks into the bedroom to look for his phone charger, and Frank goes back into the office. When he peeks in the door, Grant is tugging Frank into his lap, and Frank is straddling his hips and leaning in for a kiss. "Is that office-appropriate behavior?" Gerard teases from the doorway.
"Aren't I lucky to not work a proper office job?" Grant counters. (29,840 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/217846 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  activity:drug.use  beings:animals.dogs  beings:animals.cats  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:art  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  things:comics  holiday:New.Years  relationship:established  relationship:poly  relationship:marriage  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:bondage  smut:shower.sex  smut:threesome  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  tour:2011.World.Contamination  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:Asia:Japan  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  pov:Grant.Morrison  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  smut:sex.toys  smut:blindfold  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) 
july 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Sing It From the Heart (OT3 'verse 7)
REC: The relationship of Frank, Gerard, and Grant continues to evolve. The newest story in the OT3 'verse. I love this universe so much! I love the way we're getting to follow the slow growth of their relationship - the ups and the downs, the good and the bad. I could happily go on reading this forever. (2011-04-10)
QUOTE: Later, after Frank's eaten his fill of whole-grain pasta and listened to Grant explain something about quantum theory and magic, it still feels normal. It's Grant that makes it all feel normal, because it's all normal for him to discuss physics over dinner, share a bottle of 18-year single-malt on the deck overlooking the canyon and talk about the Justice League, and then go to bed with two guys practically half his age. Or, well. With them. There had better not be any other guys half Grant's age hanging around his bedroom, Frank thinks jealously and then chuckles to himself; apparently it's really good whiskey, because that was not a 100% sober thought. Grant shoots him an inquiring look. Frank shrugs. "Just a random thought," he says.
"What's the rule, Frankie?" Gerard chides him teasingly. "You're not allowed to have those and not share."
"That rule was for *you*, Gerard," Frank shoots back. "Platinum-white hair ringing a bell?"
"Bookworm tattoo," Gerard reminds him.
"I'm sorry, how long did it take you to notice that? And you like it."
"You have a lot of tattoos! And it's not like you put your fingers together and said 'Look at my bookworm tattoo, Gerard.' I thought they were just symbols. Also, I like you."
"You'd better."
Grant laughs. "Is this likely to go on longer?"
"Sorry, Grant," Frank says, "our rock star lifestyle is mostly racking up frequent flier miles and bickering." He shuffles closer to Grant and tips his head against Grant's arm.
"Random thought," Grant reminds him.
"Oh! It was nothing, really, just - imagining what I'd do to the other guys hanging around your bedroom door."
Grant laughs, sounding startled. "There's no one hanging round my bedroom door, Frank."
"Good," Frank says, nuzzling closer. "Because I'm a little drunk, and Gerard's really no good in a fight."
"Gerard," Frank hears Grant say over his head, "did Frank just threaten to duel for my favor?"
"It sounded that way, yes," Gerard replies. Frank knows what Gerard sounds like when he's choking back laughter, and he flips him off without looking in that direction. (28,750 words)
(also at http://fleurdeliser.livejournal.com/165064.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/186924 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  activity:performing  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:animals.dogs  beings:animals.cats  things:fur.coat  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  things:comics  relationship:established  relationship:poly  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  smut:frottage  smut:shower.sex  smut:handjob  smut:voyeurism  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  tour:2010.Radio.Christmas.Shows  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.York  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-04  recced:2011-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
april 2011 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Breathe On Your Neck, Make Knots With Our Fingers (OT3 'verse prequel 1)
REC: A wonderful story about the breakup of Pencey and the beginning of MCR. The Frank characterisation is awesome. His restlessnes and frustration and envy of MCR and the way he's starting to realise how gone he is on Gerard, it all feels so true. His and Gerard's awkward flirting is adorable and the sex wonderfully hot. (This is also a prequel to the OT3verse stories.) (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: Afterwards, in the chaos of the loading zone, he finally runs into Gerard. Not literally, although it's a fucking close call. Gerard's in all black, it's dark, and Frank's carrying a fucking amp, for chrissakes. Which he does not drop, thank you very much. He does shove it unceremoniously into the back of the Graveyard van and hurry back to grab Gerard's arm. Gerard beams. "Frankie!" he says. "You were awesome!" He goes to give Frank a hug and is momentarily confused by the tangle of cords in his arms. "Oh," he says, deflated. Frank rolls his eyes and gives him a little shove in the direction of My Chem's van. Gerard drops the cords in the back and turns back to Frank, flinging an arm around his shoulders. "I sent you a beer, Frank!" he says expansively. "Did you get your beer, Frank?"
"From Toro?" Frank asks. Gerard's at least half-drunk, and Frank's sorta blazed now - Shaun is *totally forgiven* - and this conversation is going fucking downhill.
"He was supposed to tell you it was from me." Gerard sounds disappointed now, and Frank's heart thuds painfully, once, against his ribs.
"I got your drawing, though." Frank leans in, drops his voice, eyes widening a little to watch Gerard's face.
"Yeah?" Gerard sounds pleased, a little breathless.
"Yeah, I - what the *fuck*, dude?" he interrupts himself, turning around. Hambone has just walked by and smacked him on the back of the head, hard.
"You forgot to fill up the van, cocksucker, and now it's doing that fucking thing with the starter again." Shit. Yeah he did. He'd been reading the fucking Invisibles all afternoon. He turns back to Gerard.
"I gotta -"
"Go," Gerard says, smiling his weirdly sweet little smile. "I'll see you this weekend. Maybe I'll buy you another."
Ten minutes later, when he's up to his elbows in the mysterious innards of the van's engine compartment, he's still wondering if that was flirting. Again. (8,060 words)
(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/6387.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/187240 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  universe:OT3.verse  activity:performing  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  things:comics  occupation:shop.assistant  occupation:student.college  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:shop  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  time:early.days  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Frank  challenge:2011.No.Tags  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2011 by turlough
draconic_girl: Fuck Wisteria Lane, My Name is Mikey Way
REC: A glimpse into the lives of the owners of the quirky old house in Chestnut Lane. This was so sweet and warm and happymaking. I really liked the writing style. It works so well with the subject, it's almost like looking at a painting instead of reading a story. Though in this case you get Mikey's feelings too. (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: Chestnut lane is where they live together - safe - safely away from people who might know them. In a rickety old house that they love almost as much as each other, it's a broken and rundown place when they first move in, but that's okay, they are used to fixing this that have broken, mostly each other, and the house didn’t turn out to be that much different. This is a glimpse into what their life is like and their beloved house. (1,650 words)
author:draconic_girl  fandom:Bandom  activity:crossdressing  activity:cooking  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  things:comics  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:established  relationship:Waycest  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:omni  pov:Mikey  challenge:2011.No.Tags  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
january 2011 by turlough
mrsronweasley: Life As a Symptom
REC: Gerard the bored and disillusioned office worker and Frank the intern. Lovely office AU with some wonderful writing. Everything is so clear and visual - I could just about feel the heat and the glaring of the sun - and the characterisations are just right. (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: Gerard shrugged back and leaned against the grainy wall. The sun felt good on his eyelids, burning bright and orange through the skin. "I went to get coffee with him this morning. He's still in college." "I know." Gerard heard Mikey inhale. They stood there, quiet, a bead of sweat slowly rolling down Gerard's back. [...] His shirt felt plastered around the pattern of the wall. "Ugh, summer." "You fucking love summer," Mikey said matter-of-factly. "You just hate wearing those shirts." "Well, who doesn't?" He heard the swish of Mikey's shoulder lifting in a shrug against the brick. "Hey, you guys got a light?" (10,940 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/258676 & http://mrsronweasley.livejournal.com/1032684.html )
author:mrsronweasley  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  things:comics  occupation:office.worker  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:masturbation  setting:office  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.No.Tags  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  occupation:intern  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2011 by turlough
romanticalgirl: I Spy
REC: Mikey and Frank play I Spy and read magazines. This was a very cool little ficlet. The narrative is lighthearted and funny but the props and what Mikey's thinking are anything but. (2011-01-09)
QUOTE: "I spy with my little eye, something that begins with S." Mikey gives Frank a disgusted look. "Sand." "It might not be sand. It might be sun. Or saguro cactus. Or sexy lingerie." "Oh, yeah. I can see where you'd spy sexy lingerie." Mikey rolls his eyes and goes back to reading his magazine. He finds them fascinating in the way he's not supposed to. They're subliminal images that Better Living puts out for the drug addled masses, so they see behavior and submission where Mikey sees animals fucking and rape and murder. (287 words)
(also at http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/937561.html )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:brainwashing  things:comics  occupation:rebel  relationship:friendship  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: If My Velocity Starts To Make You Sweat (OT3 'verse 4)
REC: Frank and Gerard and Grant Morrison on the phone and in London. The fabulous sequel to 'Sing It...' & 'The Devil's...'. I absolutely love what their doing with this relationship. The slow growth of emotional and not only physical intimacy between them and the way Frank's insecurities and the way he sees Gerard and Grant interacts with that, is absolutely fascinating. I want to read all the fic in the world about the continued development of their relationship. And of their sex life too of course, because it's scorchingly hot! (2011-01-09)
QUOTE: Frank hasn't been unhappy in the last few months by any means, but playing shows is like a whole other plane of existence and he'd missed it so much. He nudges Mikey back and grins at him before standing up. "Okay. Time to go wake the dragon. Pray I return."
When Frank crawls in the bunk with Gerard, he finds it's less waking a dragon and more coming face-to-face with a sleepy puppy. "Hey," he whispers.
"Hi." Gerard sounds a little croaky, but not too bad.
"How're you feeling?" Frank asks.
"Tired, but could be worse. I need coffee."
"Mikey told me a few minutes ago that the driver said we're about half an hour out. So if you can hold out, we can get real Parisian coffee," Frank says. And wow, that sounds fucking good right now.
"What'd you do while I was sleeping?" Gerard asks.
"Finished my book. We need to find a book store that sells books in English, because I need a new one," and after a moment's hesitation Frank adds, "and I called Grant again."
"Mmmm," Gerard hums, stretching. "I bet he was glad."
"I guess," Frank says.
"Don't do that," Gerard replies instantly, once again echoing Grant without realizing.
Because it's Gerard, Frank can't really stop himself from spitting out some of the words he'd held back earlier. "Do what? It's just the truth. I'm not, I can't be -"
"Frank." Now Gerard is sounding cranky, and, typically, is seeing right through Frank's bullshit. "Grant liked you a lot before. You think he's going to like you less now?" He raises his eyebrows.
Gerard rolls back over and buries his face in the pillow. "Fine. Be an idiot. I can't actually stop you," he says, muffled. The last word comes out with a spasm of coughs and Frank sits up, rubs Gerard's back till he's quiet. Gerard sighs and curls a hand around Frank's knee, so Frank sits where he is until the bus stops. (14,820 words)
(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/7118.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/186912 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:art  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  things:comics  condition:illness  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:phone.sex  setting:on.tour  tour:2010.World.Contamination  geography:Europe:Germany  geography:Europe:France  geography:UK:London  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  activity:cuddling  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
january 2011 by turlough
creepylicious: Word/Picture
REC: Pete does graffitti, the Ways own a comic store, and the Killjoys are both a comic and a metaphor. A very cool story and the use of the Killjoys comic is so neat. I really like the characterisations and the interpersonal dynamics between the three of them. Mikey and Gerard's relationship is just so right and it's fascinating to see it both from their point and from Pete's. (2011-01-09)
QUOTE: "There was paint on his wrist," Gerard says as the guy in the bright green hoodie leaves the store. Mikey smiles, without lifting his eyes from the comic. "Don't give me that look." "You gave him coffee," Mikey points out. "Oh shut up," Gerard says, lighting a cigarette. "So, you think he's an artist?" "There was paint on his wrist. Magenta paint, Mikey," Gerard answers. [...] "It was the same guy who was staring at the wall the other day." "You think?" "Small, with a horrible fashion sense? Yeah, I do." (9,430 words)
(also at http://community.livejournal.com/nur_luegen/39842.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/250069 )
author:creepylicious  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:story.within.a.story  concept:polyamory  things:comics  occupation:small.business.owner  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  relationship:poly  smut:frottage  smut:handjob  smut:masturbation  smut:threesome  setting:shop  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Mikey/Pete(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Pete(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(primary)  pov:Mikey  pov:Gerard  pov:Pete  challenge:2010.Bandom.Stuffs.It  posted:2010-12  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  things:graffitti  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2011 by turlough
anna_unfolding: Accidental Bondage
REC: In which Gerard thinks Frank is taking the stagegay too far and there is also some accidental bondage. I really liked this story. The Gerard characterisation is great and I liked this take on his and Frank's relationship. The power dynamic between them was nicely handled, the sex was scorchingly hot, and the morning-after scene just right. (2011-01-02)
QUOTE: "Oh, hey," Frank said, not like Mikey at all. As though he hadn't been looking for Gerard. As though he hadn't expected to find him here. Gerard tilted his head.
"Frankie," he returned. His throat fucking hurt. Frank stood there for a moment, neither of them speaking. Gerard wanted to say something neutral to make it a little easier in the room, like, 'what are the rest of them up to', or 'is there any more water around here'? But then again, Frankie was the one who'd decided to lick him, to surge against his butt crack, again and a-fucking-gain. Frankie could find his own way out of this awkwardness, the perverted fuck.
But Frank was quiet. When he finally spoke, it was hushed, like a confession.
"You threw that shit down tonight, Gee." Frank had this way of being Gerard's best friend, his compatriot, his brother, and yet still his biggest fan. He had that photo of himself holding an 'I love Gerard Way' bumper sticker blown up and attached with electrical tape next to his bunk. Gerard didn't know why Frank never got cool about My Chem. He kind of hoped he never did.
"Yeah, Frankie. We fucking knocked it down." He closed his eyes. The door opened again, the room filling with the sound of the stage crew disassembling two tons of gear and a team of publicists and their camera crews wondering if they'd got the right footage for the DVD extra. Mikey's head popped in. (8,670 words)
author:anna_unfolding  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  concept:stagegay  things:feather.boa  things:comics  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:masturbation  smut:bondage  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:bunk.sex  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Green.Day  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-12  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2011 by turlough
mistresscurvy: A Latte and a Cookie
REC: Art-student!Gerard and barista!Frank. This was so cute and hot. Creepy, oblivious Gerard is just too adorable and their conversation with Ray at the end is hilarious. (2011-01-02)
QUOTE: When he finally finishes the last panel, he closes his eyes while he leans back in his chair and stretches out his arms, moving for the first time in god knows how long. He slumps after he releases the stretch and opens his eyes to see Frank standing right next to his table.
He's holding a Venti cup in both hands and looks frozen and sort of nervous. Gerard stares back at him, and it's as if the relief of knowing that he's actually going to have a project ready to turn in next week allows him to just tell the truth.
"I'm really sorry I'm the creepy guy that drew pictures of you," he says to Frank. "Um. It wasn't intentional at first? But I just really liked thinking about your face, and it made my whole project work. But I finally finished the rough sketch, so, um, I can probably stop coming here now, if you'd rather I not," Gerard finishes.
Frank stares at him for another minute before speaking. "You like thinking about my face?"
Gerard flushes and looks down at where his fingers are nervously tapping the table. "I thought that was pretty obvious from the drawing you saw." (3,190 words)
(also at http://mistresscurvy.livejournal.com/17678.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/144518 )
author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:art  things:comics  occupation:student.college  relationship:UST  smut:handjob  time:pre-band  location:School.of.Visual.Arts  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-12  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter  setting:café/diner/restaurant 
january 2011 by turlough
ipreferaviators: Climate-Control Does Not Moderate Your Friends
REC: Frank messes with Gerard's comic collection. This was lots of fun. (2010-12-12)
QUOTE: "I know what you're doing down here," Gerard says. He waves a hand at the stacks. "You're messing them up." "I'm just admiring your collection," Frank says, giving up on innocent and trying for hurt. "It's an awesome collection, Gee, I just wanted to look at it." Gerard glares at him. "No, you don't," he says, losing the whisper. Frank makes victory arms in his head. "You're moving stuff around, and *I can tell*." (623 words)
author:ipreferaviators  fandom:Bandom  things:comics  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2010-10  recced:2010-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff 
december 2010 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Artifacts of Popular Culture
REC: The one about Gerard and Mikey and Gabe before the band began. This is a gorgeous story with a quiet and thoughtful mood and excellent pacing. I absolutely love this Gerard - the way he translates his fascination with Gabe into a comic, his uncertainties, and his absolute trust in Mikey - and this Gabe - it's the first time I've really realised how much younger he is than Gerard and what that would have meant back then. The ending feels just right in the the way it seems to hint at new possibilities opening up. (2010-08-08)
QUOTE: "He asked me to go to dinner with him."
"Did you?"
Mikey shifts onto his back, frowning. "Why not?"
"Because..." The answer is so self-evident he can't even think of it. "Because I'm not..." Mikey's eyebrow lifts dangerously. "Because I'm not you."
"He already has dinner with me. He asked you because he wanted to have dinner with you."
"Why would he want to do that?"
Mikey shrugs. "Maybe he wants to see your drawings."
It's like he choked on an ice cube, something cold blocking up his chest. "You told him about that?"
Mikey's eyes widen. "No. No, of course not. Just a joke, Gee."
The cold feeling eases; Mikey doesn't lie, not to him. "I don't know how to hang out with people like him."
"You mean tall people?"
"Jewish people?"
"What? No."
It takes a minute for Gerard to figure out what the hell that even means, and he rolls his eyes. "No, Mikey. Come on."
"What, then?"
"You know. Cool people."
Mikey laughs, his glasses slipping down again, leaving the delicate skin at the corners of his eyes all exposed and crinkled with smile lines. "Gabe isn't cool."
"Yeah, he is."
"He's not. He's just... Gabe. Just this guy."
Gerard traces the smile lines. "Like you're just Mikey."
"Yeah." Mikey shifts onto his side again, catching Gerard's wrist and moving his hand down to rest on his shoulder. "Kinda like that. And you hang out with me all the time."
"That's different and it's bullshit and you know it. You're my brother." He rubs his knuckles against Mikey's shoulder, frowning down at the swell of bone under Mikey's t-shirt. They're both quiet for a minute, watching Jon Stewart do his thing.
"You should've had dinner with him," Mikey says softly.
"Yeah, well." Gerard shrugs, swallowing against the familiar choking realization that he did something *wrong*, again. "Maybe next time."
And because Mikey is Mikey, he doesn't push or tease. He just settles his head against Gerard's thigh and nods, eyes on the TV again. "Yeah. Next time." (7,980 words)
(aso at http://archiveofourown.org/works/184293 & http://inlovewithnight.livejournal.com/1677702.html )
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  concept:art  things:comics  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  smut:handjob  smut:masturbation  smut:threesome  setting:shop  time:pre-band  time:future  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Gabe/Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gabe/Mikey(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2010.Ways+1  posted:2010-08  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
august 2010 by turlough
novembersmith: ...Okay, So It's The Same Galaxy, A Couple Years Off (Ghost 'verse 2)
REC: A totally adorable little snippet set a few years down the road from 'he Anatomy of a Fall'. It made me so happy to know that they're still together and that Frank is still a total little shit and Gerard a great weirdo. Poor Brian, his life is so hard :-D (2010-06-20)
QUOTE: "Gerard, the last time Mikey did your pictures they were all of your fucking toes. And no, look, that's not the question - get the kid to send me an actual portfolio, though - but I want to know *who this is*." He tapped emphatically on the kid’s beaming black-and-white face in the photo.
There was a long pause.
"The... janitor?" Gerard offered finally.
"The janitor," Brian said blankly. "The janitor has his hand down the back of your pants."
"Oh, I - um, maybe it's a fan? A rabid fan! Or, or - a ninja?" Even Gerard looked disgusted with himself for this, shooting a strange sideways look off into the corner of the room. "A ninja?" he repeated, sounding disbelieving, and Brian could have sworn he muttered 'you wish' under his breath.
"Look, you know what, you wanna have a boyfriend and not tell me about him, fine," Brian said, with what he thought was an admirable level of maturity, and he didn't take the slightest malicious satisfaction at the way Gerard flinched and looked hugely conflicted and guilty. (938 words)
(also at http://novembersmith.livejournal.com/44955.html )
author:novembersmith  fandom:Bandom  universe:Ghost.verse  beings:ghosts  things:comics  concept:ordinary.lives  activity:photography  occupation:manager  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:writer  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Brian  challenge:2010.BBB  posted:2010-06  recced:2010-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
june 2010 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: Put A Bit of Fixing On It
REC: Gerard likes to think that Bob's a kind of superhero, even if he keeps nearly getting himself killed. This story was written for me but I'm reccing it anyway because it's absolutely wonderful. I love the way dancinbutterfly writes Gerard, he feels exactly right to me, the way he relates to his art and the band and everything. And I love how the comic is both a homage to Bob and and a way of wooing him, though Gerard doesn't realise that himself, and how Gerard's first thought is how a relationship would impact the band. (2010-02-21)
QUOTE: "Well, not for nothing but you're a fixer, dude, not Superman. You're totally vincible."
"It'd be cool if I was, though. Flying'd be awesome." Bob grins a little loosely. They've got him on the good drugs to go with the vancomycin they're treating the staph with.
"So now all you need's a code name. Like Repair Man or something."
"That makes me sound like I should be driving a truck. I should just be the Fixer."
"It makes you sound like a hitman."
"Cool right?" He drifts from there but Gerard mentally drafts what a Fixer comic would look like so that he doesn't have to think about things like how pale Bob is or the way the side of his face is stiffer than it should be. (2,420 words)
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  things:comics  condition:injury  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:writer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:clinic/hospital  setting:on.tour  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-02  recced:2010-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) 
february 2010 by turlough
mwestbelle: The Second One (or: Adventures at JerseyCon)
REC: The one where Bob is the personal assistant of Gerard the comic writer. This is such a wonderfully happy-making story. This Bob is so grumpy and sweet and Gerard is just plain adorable. They're so much themselves in a slightly-larger-than-life way, and the way they interact and how their story plays out makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. And I love the side characters and the dialogue was spot-on. (2009-06-21)
QUOTE: The payroll listed Bob as 'personal assistant', but privately (and not so privately when he and Brian and Frank spilled their woes over a few beers) he considered himself a 'professional Gerard wrangler'. And he was, if he did say so himself, pretty damn good at his job.
A personal assistant would keep track of the date book, make sure that the client got where he needed to be when he needed to be there; it took a Gerard wrangler to make sure that the client got away from his notebook, into the shower, and then into some appropriately rock-star-of-the-comics-world like clothes before getting him where he needed to be when he needed to be there.
"Just a minute," Gerard said, pen cap dangling out of his mouth while he scribbled furiously. His notebook was thick and ridiculously torn up, with the spiral starting to unwind, the sad remains of torn out pages falling out every so often. It looked ancient - and Bob knew it was one of the four that he'd bought on sale at OfficeMax just over a month ago.
Bob shook his head from the door. "No minutes, shower."
"Sure," Gerard mumbled around the cap, drawing something that looked like a bleeding cross in the margin. Bob looked down at the various debris that always found its way to Gerard's floor, no matter how many times he hired a maid service or even tried to clean it himself. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to get Gerard to see sense from the hall, but he always liked to try anyway.
"I'm coming in to get you," he said, out of a sense of fair play, and hitched up the legs of his jeans to step into the mess. Crumpled up magazines, cartons that may have had food in the them, empty water bottles, old notebooks, pens of all kinds, rulers, a plush Sigmund Freud, the first model of the third edition Mother War figurine (Bob made a mental note to fish that out on his way back to the hall, the developers would want that back), fanmail of all kinds: all fanning out from Gerard like a shining aura of trash.
"I'm almost done," Gerard said vaguely, and Bob knew him well enough to recognize his canned answering machine phrases. 'Gerard's brain is busy right now, here's something to placate you until he gets back.' His eyes were scanning quick left to right over what he'd written, and when Bob reached down and plucked the pen out of his hand, he squawked his disapproval. "I'm working."
"You're showering," Bob said. Gerard wrinkled his nose and made a grab for the pen. "Uh, no, you're getting in the shower if I have to strip you myself."
Gerard's eyes widened, and Bob clenched his fist around the pen with the effort not to blush. Too far. But Gerard tossed his notebook aside - that was how his workroom ended up in this state - and got to his feet with a little crinkle in his nose. "Fine, fine, I'm going." He moved past Bob, somehow sidestepping all the trash with ridiculous ease. Bob followed him back, stumbling and remembering at the last minute to bend and pick up Mother War without breaking his stride. (20,390 words)
author:mwestbelle  fandom:Bandom  things:comics  concept:ordinary.lives  things:tattoos  occupation:personal.assistant  occupation:writer  occupation:accountant  occupation:manager  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:masturbation  setting:convention  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.BBB  posted:2009-06  recced:2009-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Brian/Frank(secondary) 
june 2009 by turlough
bexless: Mixed Bathing at Home
REC: Comic writer!Gerard meets Leathermout!Frank when he gets a toe stuck in his bathroom faucet. This fic is so cute and funny and charming, and the bathroom scene is comedy gold! I've got a huge embarassement squick and that sort of scene's almost guaranteed to make me squirm but not here. This is exactly what fluffy, happy-making stories are supposed to look like. (2009-03-08)
QUOTE: "I don't know why Dave bitches about this job," Frank said, shrugging off his jacket like Gerard had asked him to get comfortable. "Naked dudes calling me up to help them out of an emergency, fuck, this job rocks."
"I'm not a naked dude!" Gerard protested. Frank raised an eyebrow and Gerard revised his statement. "Okay, I am, but I'm not a naked dude calling you up, okay, I am a naked dude who called *Dave*, and I didn't know you were going to come up here and break into my apartment!"
"I didn't break in!" Frank scowled. "Dave left his keys!"
"I doubt he meant for you to use them to walk into people's bathrooms without asking!"
"I knocked! You didn't answer!"
"I'm in the tub!"
Frank threw his hands up in the air. "Fuck, you know what? You're right. You're not a naked dude, you're a naked asshole. Forgive me for wanting to help you out, motherfucker."
He picked up his jacket and grabbed the door handle, and Gerard let him get halfway out of the room before squawking, "Wait!"
Frank paused. He looked over his shoulder, frowning.
"My toe is stuck in the faucet," Gerard confessed in a small voice.
Frank still looked pissed, but now his mouth was quirking at the corners, too. "Your toe?"
"In the faucet." Gerard wiggled his foot for emphasis. "And the water's getting cold."
Frank eyed him crankily. Gerard made his most pathetic face, which was pretty fucking pathetic if he did say so himself, and eventually Frank relented and put his jacket down again. "Let me see," he said, moving towards the end of the tub.
"Wait!" Gerard squawked again, flinging his hands out to cover his crotch. "Can you, like, hand me a towel?"
"Like I've never seen a naked dude before. All I gotta do is look down in the shower," Frank grumped, but he looked around for a towel. He unfolded the one on the shelf, but it was tiny. All the others were in a heap on the floor. Frank frowned at them. (7,160 words)
author:bexless  fandom:Bandom  things:comics  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:band.with.a.twist  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:musician  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Leathermouth  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-03  recced:2009-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
march 2009 by turlough
kyasuriin: Losing (But Not Missing) Sleep
REC: Frank's on tour with Leathermouth, Gerard calls him a lot and talks about the Umbrella Academy. Lovely little gen story filled with love and warmth and friendship. (2008-11-02)
QUOTE: While he's been on tour, Frank has been woken in the middle of the night more times than he can count by Gerard telling him about Eight, Nine, and Ten. He wishes he could say he was angry or even mildly annoyed but hearing Gerard get so excited about his work was as exhilarating as the song-writing process. He thought he would be jealous hearing Gerard devote so much love and attention to something that wasn't their band but hearing Gerard ramble on about The Umbrella Academy fills him with a sort of warmth and enthusiasm and before long he found himself pitching in ideas and opinions. (892 words)
author:kyasuriin  fandom:Bandom  things:comics  concept:art  relationship:friendship  time:the.hiatus  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Leathermouth  pov:Frank  posted:2008-09  recced:2008-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen 
november 2008 by turlough

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