turlough + time:pre-band   80

akamine_chan; Twisting Fate
REC: A sweet little story about Frank's first meeting with My Chem and Gerard, his soulmate. (2014-11-16)
QUOTE: "Oh, hey, Mikeyway. Long time no see," he says after literally bumping into Mikey, who's huddled next to the singer. Frank takes a pointy elbow to the ribs, but that's okay. "Didn't know you were in a new band." Mikey's like Frank, he's been in a billion different bands over the years. Mikey'd even tried out for Pencey, once.
"Yeah, with my brother," Mikey says, pulling the singer closer. "Frank, Hambone, Gerard, my brother." Mikey looks proud. "We always talked about starting a band someday, and we finally did."
"Hey," Hambone says casually, before turning away to talk to someone else.
Frank sighs, because Hambone's been such a tool lately. "Hey," Frank offers, extending his hand to Gerard. Gerard reaches out to shake and when their hands touch, something happens.
It's almost like drowning, sinking down into cool water, where everything's still and quiet. He feels calm and relaxed, like dying and being reborn at the same time. His entire being slows, stills, the very atoms and molecules winding down to stop.
Gerard's eyes widen in surprise. The universe pauses, holds its breath, and the moment stretches out. (2,060 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  setting:bar/club  time:pre-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-11 
november 2014 by turlough
mournful_optimist: Tonight
REC: Gerard hadn't even been sober for two months when the first bombs fell, completely obliterating New Jersey and New York. At least he still has Mikey and their soulbond. But nothing lasts forever, not even brotherhood. You would think that there wouldn't be anything new to say in the Killjoys universe but you would be completely wrong. This story is proof positive of that. It's a wonderful story about memory and identity, loss and grief and love. I absolutely love the way Gerard and Mikey's soulbond is written. It's so distinct and unusual. And the role their bond plays when they get Mikey back from BL/Ind is fascinating. Gerard's grief and confusion and love during this period is heartbreaking to read. Something else I really liked is how clear it is that what they've seen and done during the years since the first bombs fell has changed everyone in the band and has also changed the way they relate. I always like stories where the friendship between all the guys is just as important as the romance and this story definitely delivers on that. In fact the only thing I can think of in this story that I don't like, is all the glimpses we get of things that are just begging to be followed up and made into their own stories. Which isn't so much a complaint as a wish to read more in this universe :-) If you like Killjoys fic you must definitely try this one out. (2014-07-27) You would think that there wouldn't be anything new to say in the Killjoys universe but you would be completely wrong. This story is proof positive of that. It's a wonderful story about memory and identity, loss and grief and love. If you like Danger Days stories you must definitely give this one a try! The way Gerard and Mikey's soulbond is written is so distinct and unusual. I love how differently they experience it. That it's not the same for both of them makes it more real somehow. And the role their bond plays when they get Mikey back from BL/Ind is fascinating. The interplay between their soulbond and Mikey's amnesia and the way their relationship changes beyond all recognition is a fantastic read. And Gerard's grief and confusion and love during this period is heartbreaking. Something else I really liked is how clear it is that what they've seen and done during the years since the first bombs fell has changed everyone in the band and the way they relate. I also loved that the friendship between all the guys in the band is just as important as Gerard and Mikey's struggles with their changing relationship. Ray and Gerard's friendship is a thing of love and the talk towards the end between Gerard and Frank is stark and revealing and utterly fantastic. (2014-08-31)
QUOTE: A sudden high screech of violin makes Gerard's breath catch. It stings deep down in his mind, but it's barely a surprise at this point. Mikey's agony flickers in and out at random intervals these days. There's nothing Gerard can do except try not to make it worse, which means pushing down his own emotions. The rage frightens Mikey, but it's automatic - BL/ind is torturing Gerard's brother. It's funny how Gerard used to think he understood *revenge*. He hadn't even grasped the concept back then.
"Please tell me that's not his only copy," begs a voice from behind him.
Gerard turns. It's just DecayDance, looming even though he's a short fucker. In the background, Dr. D is leading Stereo Nova into the inner office, the two of them conversing in low secret murmurs.
"Come on, don't tell me you don't like that album," Decay insists.
Gerard looks down. He's holding a scratched-to-shit copy of The White Album. He sets it aside. "Two pristine copies in the vault," he answers blankly. He doesn't hate Decay, but the dude can be taxing at the best of times, and Gerard's concentration is split. Most of his mind is busy with Mikey.
Unfortunately Decay doesn't take the hint, squatting down a few feet away with a jaunty, "Fancy meeting you here." The real problem is, Gerard and Decay already have an understanding between them, and Gerard can't be too much of an asshole if he isn't prepared to break the truce and face the consequences. Allies are difficult to come by lately with Korse always tracking them, and Decay is well-connected and almost universally liked, which makes him valuable to know.
It's always messy to meet someone in the 'zones that you knew before the war. DecayDance leads the Youngbloods, and Party Poison has to deal with him when the two crews cross paths. Gerard wishes Pete Wentz had less distinctive eyes, or he wouldn't have known who was underneath the disguise of wild black dreads and thick beard, and they wouldn't have this awkwardness, this *I know who you are* tension.
Gerard tosses his head to get his filthy red hair out of his eyes. "What do you want, Decay?" Best to set the terms at the beginning.
"Heard you're looking for information. I might have a line on something," Decay says.
His heart pounds. Anything would help, it's been so long. But Gerard keeps a neutral expression. "Might?"
Decay shuffles closer, too close for Gerard's comfort, but more private. Even in safe places, you can't be too careful, and Gerard can respect that. (31,480 words)
author:mournful_optimist  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  activity:gun.fights  activity:hacking  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  activity:performing  beings:draculoids  beings:kids  concept:apocalypse  concept:brainwashing  concept:dystopia  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:music  concept:rebellion  concept:sobriety  concept:torture  concept:violence  concept:war  condition:amnesia  condition:injury  condition:PTSD  geography:US:California  occupation:rebel  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:UST  setting:desert  setting:on.tour  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  things:Trans.Am  time:pre-band  time:early.days  things:tattoos  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Ray/Show.Pony(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-07  recced:2014-07  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
july 2014 by turlough
romanticalgirl: 5 Hideouts
REC: Five secret hideouts of Mikey and Gerard. This is such a lovely little work. Way brothers forever! (2014-03-30)
QUOTE: It's not really a secret, but when things get crazy and their family shows up, rather than get dragged out of the basement by Aunt Irene, they make their way to Gabe's house and hide out in his basement with him. His parents don't speak to each other, and the house has a silence that Gabe hides with loud music and an obnoxious personality. He's straight edge, which neither of them understand, but they don't hold it against him, and he doesn't care if they get fucked up on his bed, talk about movies he hasn't heard of, and fall asleep and have to spend the night and he gets stuck on the fold-out cot he has for some reason neither of them understand, and Gabe's explanations are usually more confusing than making up his own truth. (544 words)
(also at http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/1162970.html )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:form:5.things  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  time:early.days  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-03  recced:2014-03 
april 2014 by turlough
amisophe: Friends We Know Like Fallout Vapors
REC: Gerard and Ray and the beginning of the band. This is a beautiful little story. So clear and sharp and brittle and it really captures that fragile moment when the idea of the band started to turn into reality. And I love the hint of future possibilities there is in the way Gerard and Ray see each other. (2014-03-02)
QUOTE: The thing about Ray is that he's worth noticing. He hides it under a sweet, quiet singing voice and a sort of timidity that makes it extra surprising when he busts out the Metallica, but Gerard wonders from the beginning if it's the same sort of quiet that kept him scared and hiding under nondescript black hoodies in high school.
Gerard pokes, metaphorically.
"Hey, Ray," he says.
Ray looks up from the half-crushed box of cables under the TV. His hair is frizzy and unwashed, and Gerard loses his train of thought.
"Uh," he says. "Do you think the kids will ever like us?"
"What," Ray says. "You mean the music?"
"Yeah," Gerard says.
"Well, um, if you keep writing stuff like this, I think we have a chance," Ray says. He was always the optimistic one.
"Do you think you would have liked this, in high school?"
"I... didn't talk a lot in high school," Ray starts. "I mean, I still don't, I guess, but it was different, you know?" He taps on the guitar with his nails, which are getting long. It makes a hollow sound. "No one talked to me about the devil except my grandma, for one."
"Jesus," Gerard says, "you're missing out."
"Not anymore," Ray says, raising his eyebrows. The brightest lightbulb in the basement flickers over the torn-up carpet. (1,160 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1251751 )
author:amisophe  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:music  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  time:pre-band  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(secondary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Ray  challenge:2014.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-02  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Four Times Gerard Way Hated Unicorns and the One Time He was Grateful for Their Existence
REC: Gerard thinks unicorns are mean, a little creepy, and very sneaky. A fun and sweet story about the Way brothers through the years. (2013-04-28)
QUOTE: "Mikey..." Gerard stretches out his left hand, eyes locked with the unicorn's. Somewhere in Gerard's mind there's a split: a part of him is aware that he's standing in front of the hallway closet at his uncle's house in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. Another part of him is running around in circles, trying to understand why there's a fucking *mythological creature* standing guard next to a smiling Mikey.
"Isn't it awesome?" Mikey says, his eyes huge and shiny. "I was just sitting here, waiting for you when there was this, I dunno, fog or something and then 'poof!' there was a unicorn."
Gerard's experience with animals - real or imaginary - is very limited outside of zoos. All he can remember about horses (or horse-like creatures) is that they can smell fear. Right now, he's absolutely sure he stinks of it. "That's great, Mikes," Gerard says carefully, waving his hand as softly as he can. "How about you come over here and we let your friend hang out in aunt Celia's closet?" For all he knows, unicorns will eat children.
"Dunno, Gee," Mikey replies, glancing at the unicorn like it is a big, floppy dog instead of a thing that might breathe fire. "I think it got lost."
"All the more reason to let it be free, right?" Gerard isn't sure, but he could almost swear that the unicorn rolls its eyes at him. (2,460 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:magical.realism  activity:rescue  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  beings:unicorns  concept:magic  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  time:early.days  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  location:Paramour.Mansion  setting:forest/jungle  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.BFF  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-03  recced:2013-04 
may 2013 by turlough
turps: How We All See the Faker
REC: Gerard's new feelings for Mikey has changed things. Such a lovely and sad story. Terri writes the best Way bros. (2013-04-14)
QUOTE: "Sweet t-shirt." Gerard lies back on his bed, stretched out and trying for relaxed, hiding the tension that takes hold as Mikey appears in the doorway and then steps into the room. "You look like..."
"A hustler, I know." Mikey grins, wide and bright as he fusses with his hair, causing his t-shirt to ride up even further. "One with a fucking great t-shirt."
"The greatest," Gerard agrees, watching Mikey carefully walk past the piles of clothes that litter the floor - too carefully, the walk of someone who has already used cheap vodka to take off the edge. "Do you know where you're going?"
Mikey shrugs and stops in front of the dresser, leaning in so he can see himself in the grime-smeared mirror. "Somewhere. I'll see when I get there."
Which means he'll see who he'll end up with. Which group he'll gravitate toward, and who will welcome him and ignore that he's so obviously under-aged. Gerard keeps watching, chest tight with words he won't say - the ones he should say if he were a good brother.
Mikey tugs at his pants, revealing more of his hipbones, satisfaction obvious as he takes a step to the side. "You should come."
"Next time," Gerard says, and he's not lying. Not really. Sometimes there is a next time, when Gerard can push back his feelings to where they should be.
A big brother only. Protective, sure. But jealous? Never. (1,470 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:angst  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Trope.Bingo  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-04  recced:2013-04 
april 2013 by turlough
kat_lair: Storm Rising
REC: Mikey doesn't want to wait any longer. Wonderfully intense little ficlet. I love how stark and vivid the imagery is. (2013-04-14)
QUOTE: The clouds are the colour of graphite and the steady pressure feels like a rope over Gerard's throat.
It's Mikey who's choking though, his heaving breaths caught somewhere between tears and anger. "I can't stay here anymore," he says.
Gerard kneels next to him on the gravel, in the criss-cross shadow of the jungle gym, standing above them like a skeleton of some alien monster. "You won't have to," he promises, like he always does. "We'll go as -" (253 words)
(also at "http://kat-lair.livejournal.com/326749.html )
author:kat_lair  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-03  recced:2013-04 
april 2013 by turlough
shiningartifact: 'Til I Find a Place
REC: Gerard has finally gotten out of the basement and become a regular at a diner where he meets Frank. A lovely take on the period just before the band began. The Gerard characterisation is wonderful and the setting feels real and solid and I love the way Gerard and Frank's friendship develops and then grows into something more. I love quiet, thoughtful stories like this so much. (2013-02-03)
QUOTE: Gerard walks into the diner just after midnight on a Friday and slides into his regular booth. He silently says hello to the green chip in the Formica, which yeah is kind of weird, but that's just how he rolls. Tony is at the grill, and Gerard smiles and nods when he calls over, "Hey Gerard. Want fries tonight?"
Frank comes out of the back office and looks over at Gerard's table right away. Gerard's smile gets wider and his cheeks feel oddly stretched from it. He realizes he hasn't smiled in a while. Fucking work. He nods hello to Jimmy Two-Cups, whose name is actually George, but it's way too late to shake the nickname now.
Frank puts a plate of fries on the table and slides into the booth across from him. He's wearing his apron and jeans with the knees torn out, and he's the best thing Gerard's ever seen. He works in New York City every damn day and he's never seen anyone even half as gorgeous as Frank. It's been two months since they met, and Gerard is just now able to look Frank full in the face when they talk.
"Hey, Gee." Frank grabs a fry and grins around it as he chews. It should probably be gross, but Gerard finds it adorable.
"Hey." Gerard smiles back, pulling his sketchbook out of his bag, along with a CD. "So, I. Um. Last night I just threw together some songs I like. I thought... you know, we've been talking about music so much, and..." He lets himself trail off and just hands the mix CD across the table.
"Nice. Thanks, dude." Frank reads through the list of songs on the back and then flips it over, grinning. His eyes go wide, and he looks up at Gerard. "Did you draw this? This is amazing."
Gerard knocks his fork off the table, and then bumps his head against the edge after retrieving it. "Ow. Seriously?" He rubs his forehead absently. "You think so? It's just. I like to make my own covers for my mixes, so I just..." - spent every night of the past week after work agonizing over choosing the songs and the track order and throwing out draft after draft of the cover art before he got it exactly right - "...made you one too."
Frank's smile is lighting up the entire section when Myra passes by with the coffee. "Frank, hon, you'd better get back there. Tony's been looking over here." She leans against the table and fills Gerard's cup even though he hadn't asked. "He's doing that thing with his forehead." (12,880 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/9827.html & http://shiningartifact.dreamwidth.org/106299.html & http://shiningartifact.livejournal.com/60268.html )
author:shiningartifact  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:band.with.a.twist  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:musician  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  smut:vehicle.sex  smut:fucking  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:US:New.Jersey  time:pre-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-02  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter 
february 2013 by turlough
mistresscurvy: Crash this Time
REC: It's just after four in the morning when Mikey hears Gerard stumbling down the basement steps. Wonderful Way brothers interaction and I love the quiet atmosphere and how calm and matter-of-fact Mikey manages to be when faced with a Gerard who's so out of it. (2013-01-13)
QUOTE: At first Mikey's stomach turns when he sees the marks over the thin skin covering his wrists, but then he looks closer, and - oh. Maybe he's dealing with something different tonight.
Still, he needs to ask. "You take some pills, Gee?" he asks once the glass is back on the table. He's not surprised when Gerard shakes his head. "What then?"
He presses his leg against Gerard's when he begins to speak, in a rough voice. "I wanted to get out of my head."
Mikey can understand that. "Did it work?"
A pause. "Yeah." Mikey waits. "I'm just trying to get back now," he says, waving his hand in the air.
Oh. Oh. "He didn't help?"
Gerard sighs, long and low. Mikey presses his leg against Gerard's harder. "I shouldn't need his help."
Mikey swallows down his first instinctive response to that and wriggles closer. "Would Advil be a good idea?"
Gerard turns to him slowly. "Probably? I'm not. I didn't take anything."
Well, at least that makes part of this easier. "Okay," Mikey says, sliding down to the foot of the bed, hand staying in contact with Gerard until he stands back up. He swings around and grabs the glass again, looking at how Gerard's holding his body on the bed. "Your back hurt, Gee?"
Gerard shakes his head. "More like my ass, but it's okay. He just used his hand," he says matter-of-factly, what little filter he normally has apparently gone now. Mikey misses that filter. He's looking forward to its return. (1,020 words)
author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  activity:aftercare  activity:cuddling  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/OC(past)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2013.Aftercare.Is  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
rosalui: Batman With A Bowtie
REC: Garry Way has always known that he's not bound for anything particularly special. There's a man in a blue box trying to tell him differently. This is a great Doctor Who crossover. I love the way Gerard - in all his incarnations - is written and the plot is engaging and fastpaced. (2012-12-16)
QUOTE: He turned suddenly, leaning back against the dash behind him, hands hovering a bit awkwardly in the air before him, looking suddenly like a sheepishly disobedient child. "I might have lied," he said. "Not much. A little bit."
"Oh yeah?" Gerard said.
"We're following a signal I picked up in space a few days ago. There seems to be a disproportionate level of Artron energy in the air, I've been getting some very strange readings - I wasn't looking for them, mind, the TARDIS just picked them up. It's a bit like a gravitational pull - a pencil inside a cup - or a magnet, though I suppose you got my meaning when I said gravitational pull."
He talked, Gerard thought, sort of a lot, and was really bad with staying on topic.
"We're trying to follow the Artron energy back to its origin. Do me a favor and look at this," the Doctor shoved the old television screen hanging from the central beam at Gerard, and went back to twirling madly about his dials. "Tell me when it reads."
"When?" Gerard asked, standing on tiptoes to peer into the screen. There were flashes of shapes across it, curving and circular, like a language of infinity symbols calculating something faster than his eye could follow.
"Yes, yes - haven't you been listening? The Tardis is a time machine. And this Artron energy is coming from somewhen, not just somewhere." The Doctor pumped a bicycle pump attached to the dash a nonsensical amount of times and dinged a small green buzzer. "Now?"
"There's loads of them. It's coming from... everywhen."
February, 2005, Gerard read. August, 2002. January, 2020. Stretching on, as far as he could tell, as far back as fifteen years, and farther forward than he could read.
"Like a leaky pipe," the Doctor murmured. "Plug up one hole, the others still seep black oil into the earth."
Gerard was aware of the look of panic that crossed his face.
"Don't be like that - we can always fix it, my trusty companion and I. Granted, I do usually take a woman, but you can certainly pass for one from afar, so it's all one and the same."
Gerard looked at him through narrowed eyes and chewed his cheek. "Huh. So when was the last time it was just you and a dude?" he said, leaning in close to the control panel, nose inches away as he stared at what looked like an Edwardian typewriter. "And you didn't have to, like, save the fucking world." (16,550 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1510160 )
author:rosalui  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:time.travel  activity:performing  beings:teenagers  beings:Freddie.Mercury  beings:Jeanne.d'Arc  concept:alternate.world  concept:apocalypse  concept:doppelganger  condition:amnesia  things:Tardis  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:Europe:France  geography:US:New.Jersey  location:Way.basement  time:pre-band  period:middle.ages  geography:UK  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-12  fic:source:fanmix  doctor:11th  location:Tardis.control.room  tour:2011.Reading&Leeds  universe:Danger.Days 
december 2012 by turlough
brooklinegirl: You Will Leave a Mark
REC: Gerard is twenty-two, drunk, lonely, and really, really needs to get out of the basement. A lovely and hurty and completely engrossing take on Gerard's life before the band began. It hurt to read this but the writing is so good and the way things play out is everything I like to see best in this kind of story. I'm a complete sucker for stories where the main protagonist manages to work things through and change their life for the better through their own efforts and that's very much what happens in this story. And I also really liked the way Gerard and Frank were written together. Their mutual fascination and how hot they are for each other. And the sex is scorching all through the story. (2012-12-09)
QUOTE: He shifted carefully, and his head exploded a little bit. He was concentrating on just breathing in and out through his mouth when Elena stopped and looked at him. "Why are you wearing sunglasses?"
"Got home late," he mumbled, and hopefully held out his own mug, which he had been clutching to his chest. Elena filled hers first, then sighed, and filled his as well.
Gerard stumbled to the table. He wanted to put his head down, but he wanted to drink his coffee more. He settled for propping his head up carefully on his hand while he drank.
He could smell himself. His hair smelled like whiskey. It made his stomach roll over.
Elena settled down across from him and lit a cigarette. The snap of the lighter seemed awfully loud. "Did you have a nice night?"
Gerard shrugged. "I went out."
"I can see that." She smoked quietly for a minute. The smell of the smoke made his stomach even more unhappy, even as it made him want one of his own real bad. He took the sunglasses off, tossed them on the table. His head throbbed from the sunlight piercing into his brain. She was watching him, and she looked sad.
"What?" he said tiredly. "What? Mikey's been telling me to go out, so I went out. Okay? I went out, and I met someone, and we -" Hooked up. "Hit it off." He scrubbed his hands over his face hard enough that he saw stars. "I did it, okay? What do you want from me?" He dropped his hands heavily into his lap.
She didn't say anything for a minute, just took another sip of coffee, then another drag of her cigarette. "I want you to be happy," she finally said, quietly.
He stared across the table at her. In the sunlight flooding in the kitchen windows, her skin looked almost translucent.
"Who did you meet?" she asked then, like asking about a hook-up was a completely normal conversation to be having with your grandson.
"His name is Frank," he told his coffee cup. "He -" Gerard stopped, because, well, fuck. He knew literally *nothing* about Frank other than that he was pretty, and short, and really good at sucking cock. "He seemed nice," he finished weakly, glancing up at her.
Elena was just looking at him, and it wasn't pity, exactly, in her eyes, but more like understanding. Like she knew exactly what had happened last night, and exactly how sad it was that that was the best Gerard had to offer.
He sat back in his chair and buried his face in his coffee again. "Fuck," he sighed. "I gotta get to work." He took a moment to gather himself.
"Gerard, listen to me." Elena got to her feet and came over, reaching for his hands and tugging him to his feet. He felt like a kid again, like when he was six and she would dance with him in the living room. She held his hands, her skin warm and dry like paper. "I want you to be happy. I want you to be something. I think you could be something great. You have it in you. I know you do." She pushed him back a little, studying him with her head tilted back, like he was a piece of art, and then moved his sweaty whiskey hair out of his eyes. "But you won't find it at the bottom of a bottle. Or moping alone in the basement." She pulled him forward into a hug. "I love you, kid."
He rested his cheek against the soft fabric of her bathrobe and shut his eyes tight against the light. (25,330 words)
(also at http://brooklinegirl.livejournal.com/852974.html )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  concept:art  condition:mental.illness  occupation:artist/designer  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:public.sex  smut:masturbation  setting:bar/club  setting:office  location:Way.basement  location:Cartoon.Network  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/OC(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-12  fic:source:fanmix 
december 2012 by turlough
annemaris: Not A Side Effect
REC: The one where Mikey tells Gerard he's a virgin. An absolutely lovely little story. They're so young and unsure and Mikey is so brave. I love the ending, it's so right. (2012-10-21)
QUOTE: "Wait," Gerard says, and glances at Mikey. "Does that mean you've never kissed a dude?" It's not Mikey said, not as such, but it's there, hiding in the background.
"Just let it go, Gee," Mikey says, even though he's the one who brought it up. But Mikey looks closed off and tense. So Gerard bumps his shoulder and turns back to the TV.
But he doesn't stop thinking about it. He doesn't mean to, but he can't help it.
He can't focus on the movie, now that Mikey told him he's never blown anyone, never fucked anyone, never gotten fucked. Has never kissed a dude, possibly, and Gerard feels off balance and confused and *wrong* for even thinking about this, thinking about it in detail.
He'd decided early on - when Mikey got (objectively, always objectively) hot, when he told Gerard that he thought he was into boys as well - that he was, well. Having fun exploring, all that. Gerard had decided and vowed to never really think about it, no more than just to make sure Mikey was okay and safe. He wasn't supposed to think about it.
Mikey yawns and shuffles down on the bed, leans his head against Gerard's side. Gerard freezes.
Usually he'd bury his hand in Mikey's hair, massage his temples, but he *can't*, not with the thoughts running through his head, not when the idea of grabbing Mikey's hair brings a whole different image to his mind.
"Uh," he says, and slowly inches away from Mikey. "I gotta piss."
Mikey mumbles something and curls up in the space Gerard left vacant. Gerard bites his lip and rushes to the bathroom.
He gasps when he sees his reflection in the mirror - his cheeks are flushed; eyes dark, pupils blown. (2,450 words)
(also at http://annemaris.livejournal.com/326851.html?thread=5693891#t5693891 )
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:cuddling  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  time:pre-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-10  recced:2012-10  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
october 2012 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Beep-Beep
REC: Mikey's been a constant present in Gerard's mind since he was a day old. Sweet little telepathy ficlet. (2012-09-23)
QUOTE: "Danny Briggs? You think he's hot?" Mikey makes a face at his brother.
Gerard drops the pencil and chews on his bottom lip. His face feels hot. "Wha-?"
"Dude, I *heard* you. Like, thinking about the way Danny's butt looks in the black jeans and how you -"
"Never mind! Never mind!" Gerard jumps off from his bed, flapping his hands because hearing his thoughts parroted to him in his little brother's voice is kinda creepy. "You could've told me that I was, you know, thinking about, um, *him*"
"Whatever." Mikey pushes his glasses up. "We're like, I dunno, walkie-talkies or something."
"Man, that's just fucked-up," Gerard says and starts to chew on a stray hangnail. 'There are no secrets. I'm not my own person. Why would someone want to listen to me? I'm just -'
Mikey's voice breaks the stream of thoughts with calm reassurance. 'You're just my brother, Gee. Always have been and always will be.' (1,000 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  condition:mental.illness  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  time:early.days  location:Way.basement  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09 
september 2012 by turlough
turps: untitled ficlet
REC: The one where Gerard lives in Mikey's shadow and Gabe is disconcerting. This was such a sweet little story. The last sentence is perfect. (2012-09-16)
QUOTE: Steady at last, Gerard looks over at Mikey, who as always, is surrounded by people, none of whom look Gerard's way as he makes his way to the door.
Five minutes and he'll go back. Five minutes and he'll be cooled down enough to lose himself in the burn of cheap vodka, embracing the haze of the unnoticed.
A hand stamp later and Gerard steps outside, sweat cold on his body as he shivers and hunches inside of his coat.
"Gerard Way, and without your other half."
Despite the use of his name, it takes Gerard a moment to realise who's talking, and that Gabe's actually talking to Gerard. Not that he'll be staying for long. Gabe's Mikey's friend, and Gerard takes a step closer to the wall, seeking the scant shelter. "Mikey's inside."
"I'll see him later," Gabe says, but makes no attempt to move, just keeps standing in the middle of the sidewalk, looking over at Gerard. "You're going to freeze out here." (776 words)
(also at http://turps.dreamwidth.org/1030938.html#cutid5 & http://turps33.livejournal.com/1171957.html#cutid5 )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  setting:bar/club  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09 
september 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: We All Wanna Party When the Funeral Ends
REC: Four times Mikey and Gerard almost called it quits and one time that they didn't. A lovely portrayal of the ups and downs of their relationship. The bit about the time when Gerard hit rockbottom was heartbreaking. (2012-07-01)
QUOTE: He couldn't bring himself to even *look* at Gee, he was so fucking pissed. Gee had tried to leave him and that tore something loose inside of Mikey, something vital.
As the tour stumbled through the Midwest, slowly heading east toward the SummerSonic dates in Japan, the tension grew unbearable. Otter was sullen and argumentative, Frank was hanging out with other bands as much as possible, Ray was worrying so much he probably had an ulcer and Mikey - Mikey was pretending that Gee didn't exist.
Not that Gee noticed, because he was busy drinking himself into a grave.
"We're done," he said to Gee's unconcious body, sprawled on the floor of the lounge. "I can't take this any more." Mikey had to sit on his hands to keep from reaching out to touch. Mikey prodded at Gee's limp body with his foot, pushing until Gee was on his side, just to be safe. Didn't want him to pull a Jimi Hendrix. "Fucker. I hate you." Mikey leaned down and pushed the hair out of Gee's face. He looked terrible, sallow and pasty, face bloated with too much alcohol. (1,900 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:detoxing  beings:teenagers  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  condition:mental.illness  relationship:established  relationship:breakup  relationship:marriage  setting:bar/club  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  time:pre-band  time:the.hiatus  time:early.days  location:Way.basement  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-07  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
july 2012 by turlough
soundslikej: untitled fic
REC: The one where Ray and Gerard accidentally hooked up in high school. Sweet and funny. (2012-05-27)
QUOTE: It wasn't until Gerard decided to stand up and make his escape that he realized just how drunk he was.
"Hey," Ray said, grabbing his arm before he could fall over, and Gerard grinned up into his face.
"Hi, you're tall," he said. (He wasn't, really. Normal sized. But everyone was tall to Gerard. Especially when he couldn't stand up quite straight.)
"You're drunk," Ray told him.
"I am," he agreed. "And I have to go all the way down to the basement," he added plaintively.
"Did you want help?" Ray asked.
Gerard didn't. "Sure," he said anyway, and leaned heavily on Ray's arm as he steered him to the stairs, both of them giggling a little drunkenly each time one of them tripped. (537 words)
author:soundslikej  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  occupation:student.high.school  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2007-10  recced:2012-05  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) 
may 2012 by turlough
soundslikej: untitled five times fic
REC: Five times Gerard had to go into a corner and draw some zombie dragons. Just so sweet. (2012-05-27)
QUOTE: 3) Mikey. Pete. Warped. The zombie dragons that came out of that whole thing were EPIC.
4) Right after he met Lyn-Z. Granted, those ones are the kind of zombie dragons that are curled up asleep together, or fussing over baby zombie dragons. Mikey says they're kind of sickening, but Lyn-Z has one taped up over her bunk. (210 words)
author:soundslikej  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:art  concept:char.death.minor  setting:on.tour  time:pre-band  tour:2007.Project.Revolution  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:omni  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2008-01  recced:2012-05  fic:category:gen  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:fluff 
may 2012 by turlough
soundslikej: untitled five times fic
REC: Five times Gerard and Mikey almost crossed the cest line. Fantastic. (2012-05-27)
QUOTE: 2) They hooked up with the same girl once, on the same night, when the band was new. After she and Gerard came out of the bathroom together, Mikey waited for Ray to drag Gerard off and then he pulled her up against him in a dark back corner of the bar, kissing her and pretending that he wasn't imagining he could still taste Gerard on her lips. (414 words)
author:soundslikej  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:art  concept:suicide  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  setting:on.tour  setting:bar/club  time:pre-band  time:early.days  tour:2004.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:omni  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2008-01  recced:2012-05  fic:category:slash  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
may 2012 by turlough
kisforkurama: Erasing Every Line We Know
REC: Sometimes Mikey will come home drunk and stumble into Gerard's bed. Lovely little Waycest ficlet. (2012-05-20)
QUOTE: At least, they don't talk about it until the morning that Gerard wakes up to Mikey's hand snaked under his boxers, stroking gently. Gerard doesn't think Mikey's really aware of what he's doing, but then Mikey's lips are being pressed to his neck and Mikey's hand is curling around him.
"Gee," Mikey says, soft and decisive.
"Mikey, I don't -"
"Gee," Mikey repeats, "relax."
Gerard closes his eyes and lets himself be awash in the sensation of Mikey's hand curled around him and jerking him off slowly. With every stroke, Gerard can feel the lines they've drawn being erased bit by bit until they're only ghostly remnants of thick, dark lines. They're still there, will always be there, but they're faint enough to cross now. Faint enough to disregard now. (507 words)
author:kisforkurama  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:handjob  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-12  recced:2012-05  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
may 2012 by turlough
dear_monday: Mirror, Mirror
REC: Gerard jerks off in front of a mirror. So, so hot. (2012-04-15)
QUOTE: Gerard is all alone in the house, just drunk enough that he feels warm and comfortable in his skin. He eases himself up off his bed, staggering slightly with the head rush and turning the stereo up. Killer Queen is a fucking awesome song that should *always* be played loud. Fucking Freddie Mercury. He sways his hips a little, in time with the beat.
"Dynamite with a laser beam," he sings to himself, because it fuck it, there's no one around to hear him. He turns it up again until he can feel the bass throbbing in his bones. He looks up, catching his reflection's eye in the mirror. He hasn't dyed his hair in too long and there are dusty brown roots peeking through underneath the black, and he's just as freaky-pale as ever, but his eyes look big and bright and his mouth is wet and open. 'Pretty', he thinks. It's kind of dark in his basement, but, he thinks, taking a step towards the mirror, it kind of... suits him. He likes the way the shadows fall on his face, and the way the dark makes his skin fucking *glow*.
He takes another step forwards and runs his hand down over his belly, curling his fingers under the edge of his hoodie and tugging it up just enough to reveal an inch or two of soft, pale flesh. The narrow slice of white between his belt and the paint-stained black hoodie looks pretty cool, kind of hypnotic. He hitches his hoodie up a little further, feeling his belly give under his fingertips. A shiver slides over him like honey, slow and hot. And - yeah. Fuck yeah, he could go for this.
He moves a little closer to the mirror. He can see his eyelashes fanned out around his eyes, dark and sharp, and his pupils are blown wide. He licks his lips, tipping his head back so the weak light falls on the line of his throat and the cut of his jaw. He feels brave, sexy. (1,140 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  things:mirrors  smut:masturbation  smut:exhibitionism  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-04  recced:2012-04  smut:narcissism  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:PWP 
april 2012 by turlough
bohemeyourself: Never Mind About the Shape I'm In
REC: Gerard has always been Mikey's older brother - five times Gerard patches Mikey up and one time Mikey does the same to Gerard. A really sweet story with lovely Way brothers interaction. (2012-04-08)
QUOTE: Mikey's standing all wrong. Knees locked, feet too close together, shoulders hunched. He takes aim and pulls the trigger. The shot goes way wide, and Gerard can't help but laugh as the recoil makes the gun jump in Mikey's hands, smacking him in the forehead. Mikey stumbles back and lands on his ass, dropping the gun into the sand.
"Careful," Ray says. "God, you'd think you'd never played a FPS in your life."
"Fuck you, dick." Mikey flips him off, holding his forehead with the other hand. "That really fucking hurt."
Gerard pushes off the wall of the diner and squats in front of Mikey. "Let me see," he says, reaching up and pulling Mikey's hand away from his forehead. The cut's not terrible, but there's a shitton of blood. Always is with face cuts. "Come on inside, I'll clean you up."
In the kitchen, Gerard cleans Mikey's face and hands and bandages the cut. And then takes a second to laugh at him some more.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. Bet you'd have done the same thing."
"I know, I totally would. But I have to laugh, otherwise I'd cry. My baby brother, shooting a gun." They're rockstars, not vigilantes, or whatever the fuck. It's still surreal, sometimes.
Mikey stares at him, but doesn't say anything. Ten years ago, he would have muttered a remark about how he's not a baby anymore. "Got to, else we're dead. I'd rather go down shooting."
"True." Gerard sighs. "Go back out there, and pay attention to what Ray tells you this time, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah." Mikey sighs. "Thanks, Gee."
"Anytime." (2,750 words)
author:bohemeyourself  fandom:Bandom  activity:brawling  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  activity:gun.fights  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  things:motorbike  relationship:brothers  relationship:breakup  setting:on.tour  setting:desert  time:pre-band  tour:2005.Warped  time:future  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BFF  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Danger.Days 
april 2012 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: 5 Times Gerard Met The Doctor
REC: The one where Gerard meets the Fourth, Ninth, Tenth, Eleventh, and Twelfth Doctors at various points in his life. This was written for me but I'm reccing it anyway because it's fun and sweet and touching and completely fabulous. I love how clear the different Doctors' voices are and the way Gerard grows and changes between their meetings. So much love! (2012-03-18)
QUOTE: There is a man with a nearly shaved head, rather large ears and a bitching leather coat with a beautiful blond girl in a pink shirt and a hot man in a military coat running across the SVA campus. The hottie who fell out of World War II slams into him and they end up on the grass of the quad, tangled together. The man gives him a wide, toothy grin. "Hello sailor," he says, and he has dimples. Deep dimples and perfect hair.
Gerard reminds himself that he isn't back in Jersey. He's not in high school. He's in art school and it is okay to smile back. "Hello, solider."
"Jack, now's not the time!" calls the blonde, who is British and even prettier when she's pissed, and Gerard is even surer now than he was before he left home that he is very, very bisexual.
"Now's always the time," Jack calls back, beaming at Gerard. "Captain Jack Harkness," the man says, hopping to his feet and holding out a hand to Gerard.
"Gerard Way."
"Oi, enough of this, yeah? Run now, flirt later?" Big Eared Man says.
"Care to join us? Jack asks and before Gerard can answer, Jack has him by the hand by the hand and they are running full tilt across the campus to the graphic design building.
"Where're we going?"
"That way?" the oldest in the group says.
"Any reason why?"
"Because if I'm right, and I'm always right, the Lekorian spawn has been incubating in the subway tunnels beneath that building for the last twenty years and they're ready to hatch and take off into the void of space to head home to their inverted galaxy. In about fifteen minutes. When that happens, the building will explode and take out most of Manhattan, Queens, and a bit of Brooklyn."
"Yeah well it's just Queens," Gerard pants, going for levity because these fuckers are crazy. Extra crazy.
"I like you Gerard." Jack is glowing at him. It's a nice thing to be on the receiving end of. He could receive a lot more from this guy and not complain. Honestly.
"You like everyone," the girl laughs.
"People are in general likable," Jack points out. "Dr Grumpy Pants being a downer doesn't mean I have to be."
"Again. Trying to save America's favorite city over here. Millions of lives. Can we focus just a bit?" the man calls, waving a metal pen looking thing with a shiny blue light at the back door of the graphic design building.
They end up in the sub-basement. Gerard's an animation major so he didn't even know there was a sub-basement of this building. He didn't know that the sub-basement has a secret door that opens into the MTA subway tunnels. And he certainly didn't know there were purple, gelatinous hive-minded tentacle monsters from outer fucking space. (6,060 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/417794 )
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Doctor.Who  activity:rescue  beings:aliens  companion:Jack.Harkness  companion:Rose.Tyler  doctor:4th  doctor:9th  doctor:10th  doctor:11th  doctor:12th  beings:kids  things:Tardis  time:pre-band  tour:2005.Warped  time:the.hiatus  time:future  location:School.of.Visual.Arts  geography:US:New.York  geography:Canada  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:tv.show  activity:time.travel  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Jack.Harkness(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary) 
march 2012 by turlough
sylvaine: Kinda Like Rocky Horror
REC: After a bad breakup Gerard finds his mom's makeup. This was really lovely. I don't think I've ever read a story that's managed to make it so clear what a huge thing Gerard's realisation was for him. And the ending is so right - Way brothers ftw! (2012-02-05)
QUOTE: He shampoos his hair twice, so he won't have to again for at least a week, then washes himself quickly, trying not to look at his fat body too closely. (His mom insists that he's not fat, but, well, yeah right.) He dries off just as quickly and pulls on his clothes, then grabs the comb and tackles his hair. It's a knotted, tangled mess - to be honest he can't even remember the last time he combed it - but after a few painful minutes of cursing and yanking, the brush finally slips through it smoothly.
Gerard chances a glance in the mirror. His chubby face looks back at him and, almost automatically, his puffy, teary eyes slide away and land on his mom’s makeup. For whatever reason, his hand reaches for the lipstick and he uncaps it. Gerard stares. There is something really appealing about the shade. He stands there for a good few moments, frowning at the bright, angry red and thinks how makeup makes girls look all kinds of gorgeous, even those that aren't all that beautiful to begin with...
Well, why not? He brings the lipstick up to his lips, watching it carefully in the mirror as it paints them a bright, bright red. Putting the lipstick back on the shelf, he rubs his lips together. They feel strange, all waxy and smooth and not like his own at all. Finally he backs up a little and forces himself to look up at his reflection.
What he sees makes him blink in surprise. He's... well, he's pretty, genuinely pretty, the lipstick somehow transforming all the flab into attractive curves. Actually, Gerard reflects, he looks kind of like he should be in the Rocky Horror Show. The thought draws a smile to his lips, and that makes him even prettier, and now he suddenly can't stop staring at his eyelashes, of all things.
So he searches the bathroom counter for mascara. "I'm just a sweet transvestite," he sings softly as he applies it, trying his best not to blink. It tickles slightly, and in the end Gerard does a fairly bad job, getting it all over the place. But that doesn’t matter. Maybe he can hide the smudges with eye liner. Gerard reaches for it and grins. His reflection (his pretty reflection!) grins back, eyes huge and earnest and innocent. For the first time in weeks Gerard thinks that he’s going to be OK. (1,640 words)
(also at http://sylvaine.dreamwidth.org/16470.html & http://sylvaine57.livejournal.com/11735.html )
author:sylvaine  fandom:Bandom  activity:crossdressing  beings:teenagers  concept:genderfuck  concept:body.image  things:makeup  relationship:breakup  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/OC(past)  pov:Gerard  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-11  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study 
february 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: The Power To Give It All Back
REC: Mikey has to leave to become his own person. This is a lovely, heartbreaking, and ultimately very hopeful story. A wonderful portrayal of Mikey slowly finding himself and becoming his own person, one that can meet Gerard as an equal. (2012-01-08)
QUOTE: It was the worst show they'd ever played.
They were tight and tense, disjointed. Otter couldn't keep to a steady beat, slowing down and speeding up at random, throwing Mikey off stride. Frank followed Otter's lead, but kept falling a few bars behind. Gerard stumbled through the songs, forgetting lyrics, sometimes making them up on the spot. Ray's guitar, driving and loud, was the only thing holding them together, and even that couldn't last.
The audience didn't notice as the music fell apart.
When they filed off stage, Ray hugged Gerard and Frank, patting them on the back. "Not all shows are going to be perfect," he said to Mikey. "Murphy's law. We're just going to have to work harder and practice more." Ray was deceptively calm; Mikey knew that he cataloged every mistake that they'd made tonight and someday, when they were least expecting it, Ray would bring it all back up.
Mikey shrugged and starting breaking down the equipment. He was sweaty and exhausted and hungry, but the sooner they got everything back into the trailer, the sooner they could head home.
"I don't know if more practice is gonna help, Ray. Mikey's pretty determined to fuck things up."
"Gerard -" Ray started.
"Fuck you, Gee," Mikey interrupted. "I haven't cornered the market on fucking up. The words to Honey aren't that complex." Mikey knew how to fight, knew where to land a punch to hurt Gerard the most.
"Hey guys, let's calm down." Ray looked to Frank for backup, but Frank was sitting against the wall, hoodie covering his head, zoned out on whatever pills he'd taken. Otter just watched them with a hint of a smile on his face, sharp-edged and mean.
"I'm calm, Ray. I'm just tired of fixing Mikey's mistakes."
And Gerard knew where to hit back, knew all of Mikey's soft spots. (6,420 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/315026 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  things:memories  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  time:pre-band  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  challenge:2011.Bandom.Stuffs.It  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-12  recced:2012-01  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
january 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Draw Another Breath
REC: A chance meeting between Ray K and a young Gerard. Very sweet. (2011-09-04)
QUOTE: The elevator pinged and the doors slid open creakily to admit a young woman, scruffy and dressed all in black. She had dark, shaggy hair, chopped and messy and hanging in her face. Her dark jeans were tight and she'd topped it all off with a ratty Iron Maiden shirt and black boots. She was cute and had a sweet smile that she flashed at Ray.
The elevator rumbled downward.
Ray turned, leaned against the wall and grinned wolfishly back. She blushed a little and lifted her chin, which was kinda sharp and pointy. Gutsy kid.
She was *way* too young for Ray, but the look she aimed at Ray told him that she didn't think he was some old, creepy pervert for staring at her. Something about the way she held herself and the way she smiled invited the eye to linger over her, a weird kind of 'look at me' vibe that made Ray think of performers, of people who made their living on stage and on display. (668 words)
(also at http://akamine-chan.dreamwidth.org/194271.html?thread=1607391#cmt1607391 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Due.South  concept:genderfuck  setting:elevator  time:pre-band  geography:US:Chicago  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray.Kowalski(primary)  pov:Ray.Kowalski  posted:2011-09  recced:2011-09  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:source:tv.show 
september 2011 by turlough
desfinado: Dem Dry Bones
REC: Gerard is helping Mikey with his anatomy homework. Wonderfully hot and intense. (2011-07-17)
QUOTE: "The tibula," Mikey reads, fingers tracing the page, "connects the ankle to the..." his breath hitches and he shifts against the pillow he's got propped up against the wall, "...the knee."
Warm hands circle his calf and he feels dry lips press to his skin, right in the centre of his shin, then two more kisses up to his knee. The blankets shift and Mikey doesn't let himself look up from his textbook to the shape moving underneath them, even though he can feel warm breath ghosting across his bare legs.
"The patella," Mikey continues, "protects the knee joint." A kiss on his right knee, then the left. "Also known as the knee cap or kneepan, it connects to the femur, which joins to the hip." Mikey bites his lip and his fingers tighten on either side of his textbook as a warm tongue darts out to wet lips that are now dragging up the inside of his thigh, the soft skin there.
"The femur is the largest bone in the human body and - *ah*," Mikey gasps, thighs twitching together, feeling the wet trail left behind on his leg, the mouth breathing warm and heavy into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. "I can't -" he tries to school his voice, to whisper, because it's late and their parents are downstairs. (2,190 words)
(also at http://turps33.livejournal.com/1114666.html?thread=20064810#t20064810 )
author:desfinado  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:handjob  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  challenge:2011.Bandom.Kissing.Meme  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
july 2011 by turlough
s0ckpupp3t: Luke and Leila
REC: Mikey convinces Gerard to teach him how to French kiss through crafty use of Star Wars. This was so cute and the Star Wars discussion was just so right for them. (2011-07-17)
QUOTE: "Um, I think I'd have to, like, *show you*-show you." Mikey stepped forward, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Okay." "Mikey. You're my brother." Because stating the obvious helps everything, Gerard thought. Or at least maybe it'd help kill the chub building in his jeans. No luck on that score, either. "Yeah. But Luke and Leia did it in The Empire Strikes Back." Mikey pointed out. "And then Leia hooks up with Han who gets frozen in carbonite and Luke got his hand cut off and Leia winds up looking like a hooker by a Sarlacc pit." Thank god. This was totally a conversational gambit Gerard could handle. (659 words)
author:s0ckpupp3t  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  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:fluff  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
july 2011 by turlough
romanticalgirl: Hot For Teacher
REC: Gerard has no idea how to touch girls, so of course he asks Mikey. This is both strangely innocent and intensely hot. Mikey as the budding scene queen is just perfect. (2011-07-10)
QUOTE: "Start off slow. Learn the territory." "Slow." Gerard nods, his eyes closing as Mikey's fingers touch him. [...] "Slow." Mikey leans in, and Gerard can feel breath on his lips, the soft sound Mikey makes as his lips part just a little. "Nice and slow." Gerard closes the distance - inches, maybe, if that - and presses his lips to Mikey's. His own lips are separated, mouth open to taste Mikey's breath. Mikey's fingers curve against Gerard's cheek and then they're kissing. It's warm and cool at the same time, mingling breath and his blood pounding in his ears. (709 words)
(also at http://romantical.dreamwidth.org/1017545.html?#cutid2 & http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/991519.html#cutid2 )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.Bandom.Kissing.Meme  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
july 2011 by turlough
ladyfoxxx: Practise Makes Perfect
REC: Mikey wants Gerard to teach him how to kiss. This was so sweet. The kind of fluffy, innocent Waycest I didn't really think was possible. (2011-07-10)
QUOTE: When they calm to silence and Gerard's flushed and bubbly from laughing, Mikey looks at him, his expression considering, and says, "Okay." "Okay, what?" Gerard lost the thread of the conversation somewhere around the slapping. "Okay, you can show me." Gerard opens his mouth to ask 'show you what' and then closes it again when he remembers his own words. [...] It hits Gerard in a rush just how much Mikey's grown up in the last year or so. He's taller than Gerard now, his face has thinned out and he looks far more man than boy. Gerard is suddenly a little breathless. It's like his heart is tickling inside his ribs. He pushes the feeling down and edges closer to Mikey on the bed. (1,400 words)
(also at http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/53183.html#cutid1)
author:ladyfoxxx  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.Bandom.Kissing.Meme  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
july 2011 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: Waiting in the Sky
REC: Everyone knows that Mikey and Gerard are close and everyone thinks they know why. They are all wrong. The one where Gerard is an alien that gets adopted by the Ways. This is absolutely amazing. It's a story about being different, about love and free will, and it's intense and beautiful and heartbreaking at times. I love the characterisations of Mikey and Gerard and the hints we get of the fascinating alien species/civilisation Gerard is from. The way Mikey and Gerard's mental closeness is written is just marvelous and Elena is a wonderful supporting character. (2011-06-28)
QUOTE: Mikey knows exactly the first time anyone says anything about him and Gerard. It's one of those moments, like the first time Gerard held his hand or the first time he spoke in English, that Mikey can pinpoint exactly.
The elementary school and junior high share a playground/outside lunch area and Gerard's class have lunch the same time as Mikey's have recess. So usually, Gerard would bring his lunch bag over and eat under the jungle gym while Mikey hung upside-down from the rungs and made faces at him, trying to distract him from his drawing. Sometimes it worked. Most of the time Gerard would just wrap playful blue amusement around Mikey's brain to let him know that he wasn't being ignored and keep on doing whatever he was doing.
Gerard isn't the best with other people, Mikey's noticed. He tried when he first started speaking English and started school. He used that musical energy that seemed to be a part of everything Gerard is and did that play his first grading period in school. But it hadn't done him any favors, even years later.
Mikey thinks it's because people are stupid. Gerard thinks it's because people can tell that there's something different about him. So he spends most of his time being bullied or alone.
Mikey wants to tell him that's not true. But he can't lie, not to Gerard. He'd be able to tell anyway.
Of course there's something different about him. He's an alien. There's never been anything else more different in existence, ever. Just because people don't know what it is they're picking up on that's different doesn't mean they can't tell. But people are jerks about difference so Gerard keeps to himself.
Mikey hates it when Gerard's alone, especially when he doesn't have to be. He sends out little subconscious thought telegraphs of 'I'm here, if you need me I'm here' whenever they're apart. That's pretty insufficient, though.
Gerard tries to keep those feelings from him (unless he's in art class then Mikey has a hard time focusing on whatever Mrs. Lewis is trying to say because Gerard's full of so many ideas and excited thoughts that its distracting) but it doesn't really work. Gerard thinks he needs to protect him or something, like Mikey's the one who could get taken away if anyone found out. Mikey doesn't usually fight it too hard. He likes the fact that Gerard wants to take care of him as much as he wants to take care of Gerard. (22,660 words)
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  activity:adoption  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  beings:aliens  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:family  condition:mental.illness  occupation:student.elementary.school  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  things:dreams  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:elementary.school  setting:high.school  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Mikey/OC(secondary)  pov:Mikey  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.BBB  posted:2011-06  recced:2011-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:esp:empathy  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
june 2011 by turlough
impertinence: untitled fic
REC: Gerard's been sexdrugged, Mikey helps him cope. A seriously hot and very sweet Waycest fic from the pre-band days. (2011-04-24)
QUOTE: "Please leave. Please." But his hand moved to wrap around Mikey's wrist, clutching him. It took Mikey a second to think enough to nod at Gerard's dick and say, "Does it hurt?" Gerard blinked up at him. "Feels like I'm gonna explode. Not come, just -" He waved a hand abstractly. Mikey bit his lip. By mutual agreement they'd forgotten the drunken hour last summer, the quiet fear-ridden night over spring break. They'd forgotten so fucking much, but... "Let me help," he said. Gerard froze - even his hand stopped moving, though it shook with the rest of him. [...] Mikey barely knew what he was doing, was pretty sure he wouldn't even be doing it if it wasn't 3 AM and *Gerard*. But it was. (1,660 words)
author:impertinence  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:fuck.or.die  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:fucking  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2008-02  recced:2011-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  smut:sex.drugs  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
april 2011 by turlough
creepylicious: Now and Then
REC: Gerard swaps bodies with his 17-year-old-self. I love how quiet and thoughtful this is despite the hilarity. A lovely little story. (2011-03-27)
QUOTE: "Okay," Mikey says. "Okay what?" "Okay, I believe you." Gerard exhales and bites his lip. He loves Mikey, seriously. He dodes. "Thanks." "So, when you're here, where is my Gerard?" Mikey asks. Oh, fuck! "Oh fuck!" Gerard says with feeling. "He's in the future right?" "I really hope he's not," his brother answers. (863 words)
author:creepylicious  activity:bodyswap  activity:time.travel  relationship:brothers  setting:on.tour  tour:2011.World.Contamination  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-03  recced:2011-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
march 2011 by turlough
ladyfoxxx: Reaching Through the Mirror (Time Travel 'verse 1)
REC: Basement!Gerard gets a suprise visit from Killjoys!Gerard and they end up having sex. The first story in the Time Travel 'verse. This was both very hot and suprisingly sweet. I really liked the way basement!Gerard was written. (2011-03-13)
QUOTE: "Is that a - a camera?" He reaches a finger out to it, but the red-haired Gerard grabs his hand out of the way.
"Yeah. Look, just, don't touch it. Try to pretend it's not there." The dusty, leather-clad Gerard sounds really fucking annoyed now and Gerard kind of wants to point out that *he* hasn't done anything wrong here. He was just minding his own business trying to work up the urge to get out of *bed* when crazy leather wearing red-haired future-him decided to bust in and start making obnoxious demands.
He decides *not* to pick a fight, though. Not yet. "Um. Okay?" He's less than impressed with just how unsure his voice comes out sounding.
The red-haired Gerard looks at him. He looks... apologetic, actually. "Hey look, this isn't really going to make any sense at all. I'm sorry. Just, try to go with it?" He grins at Gerard then, and there's enough uncertainty in his smile that Gerard could be looking in a mirror. It's both unnerving and familiar enough to be a comfort.
Gerard returns the smile, a little shakily and it makes the other Gerard's smile a little warmer. Right up until the moment the smile drops from his mouth altogether. His face falls into a look of concentration and he brings a dusty hand up to cup Gerard's cheek. His fingers are warm and Gerard can't help but tilt his face into the touch. It's weird, sure, but also nice. It's been a long time since anyone's touched Gerard this gently. And maybe it's narcissistic of him to think so, but this red-haired future self of his is really pretty to look at.
Gerard hasn't gotten past that thought when the hand on his cheek firms a little and the next thing he knows, the red-haired Gerard is leaning in and *kissing him*. And that's just. Wow. That's fucking *weird*. But also, kind of... hot. Future Gerard is like, a fucking *good* kisser. Not too soft, not too rough. He's sucking on Gerard's mouth, licking gently at his lips and just - going for it.
Gerard's a little too startled to kiss back at first, but then he remembers the command to just "go with it" and so he tries to force his brain to disengage and just get into it. This has got to be some sort of really intense, really weird wet dream. Surely. He'll wake up and tell Mikey all about it. Except maybe he'll leave out the kissing part.
Or maybe he won't, because the kissing part is kind of extremely *awesome*. Gerard gets enough control of himself to relax his mouth and kiss back and then the other Gerard is licking into his mouth, finding his tongue and then, holy shit, *sucking* on it and it's so hot that Gerard can feel his knees getting wobbly. He grabs at the other Gerard's shoulder, his fingers tightening on dusty leather and it gives him enough balance that he doesn't fall over. Yet. (5,760 words)
(also at http://community.livejournal.com/anon_lovefest/57985.html?thread=8762497#t8762497 & http://archiveofourown.org/works/172982 )
author:ladyfoxxx  fandom:Bandom  universe:Time.Travel.verse  activity:time.travel  things:Gerard's.red.hair  smut:fucking  smut:voyeurism  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-03  recced:2011-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  concept:doppelganger  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
march 2011 by turlough
jedusor: Warmer
REC: Gerard thinks Gabe's basement is awesome. This is hilariously funny. Gerard is so gloriously self-centered and Gabe fails totally as a jailer. (2011-01-30)
QUOTE: He gets in a good half hour of general angst before he even feels the urge to investigate the rest of the basement. When he does tear himself away from his nest of springs and torn velvet to poke his nose into the darkness, he finds a box of office supplies, including pencils and pads of notepaper. He immediately drops to the floor and braces a pad on his knee, scribbling and mumbling, "Nest of springs... and torn... velvet. Ripped? No, torn, yeah..."
Then he looks up and sees the manacles fastened to the wall underneath the stairs.
Gabe finds him in the morning with one hand locked in a metal cuff and the other making patterns on the floor with the length of chain. "Oh, good," says Gerard when he sees him. "Get my other wrist in this, I can't do it with one hand."
Gabe complies, grinning. "I was gonna force you into these and take advantage of you, but man, can't force the willing, huh? Suppose I could still take advantage -"
Gerard shakes his head. "Not now. I'm in the middle of something."
Gabe spots the pad on the floor and picks it up. "Dude, are you writing a song?" He squints at the words. "Are you writing a song about my basement?" (1,400 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/232931 & http://jedusaur.dreamwidth.org/4713.html )
author:jedusaur  fandom:Bandom  concept:music  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary) 
january 2011 by turlough
violin_road: Just Can't Slow Things Down
REC: Mikey and Gerard in their basement. This is such a lovely little snapshot of their lives. I adore the way they're written together here. They way they just ARE, complaining flowing into playfighting flowing into kissing. (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: "It's just such *bullshit*," Gerard continues. "Every couple years we have to be confronted with all of our shortcomings, and for what? So Mom can make small-talk with relatives she's even not close to? It's just so fucking dumb, Mikes. Everyone whose opinion I care about lives in this house." 'If you don't give a shit, why are you so stressed out about it?' Mikey doesn't bother asking. The answer won't be one he wants to hear, and definitely won't be one that Gerard wants to give, if he even bothers to answer honestly. He pats Gerard's hair absently, flipping the pages of YEAR ONE with his other hand. He's read it so many times it's not like he needs to pay attention to the story anyway [...] (1,380 words)
author:violin_road  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:established  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  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:fluff  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(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
romanticalgirl: untitled fic
REC: Lazy, warm and sensual early-morning sex. A wonderful little sequel to 'Go Out to Come In Again'. (2010-12-05)
QUOTE: Mikey wakes up still wearing her skirt and t-shirt, legs sticky from sweat and sex. Gerard's room smells like musk and smoke, and she burrows between him and Gabe, feeling the heat of them. Gerard slides his hand over her hip and down, between her legs, her skirt bunched up against his palm. She feels exposed and uncovered and she wishes she was naked, being half-clothed seems wrong somehow. "Mikey." He murmurs her name against her ear as his fingers slide over her clit. (336 words)
(also at http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/921855.html )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  concept:always.a.girl  relationship:established  relationship:Waycest  smut:threesome  smut:handjob  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Gabe/Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Mikey  posted:2010-12  recced:2010-12  !meta:rec:fic  smut:het.sex  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP 
december 2010 by turlough
romanticalgirl: Go Out to Come In Again
REC: Gabe wakes up when he hears Mikey get home. A great little threesome PWP. Het sex usually doesn't do a thing for me but this was *really* hot. (2010-11-28)
QUOTE: He can't see well enough without moving, but he knows just by the shift in Gerard's body that Mikey's mouth is moving up his thighs. Gabe can smell the waxy hit of fresh lipstick that she always uses to mark Gerard, mouthing her way up until Gabe meets her eyes over the swell of Gerard's thigh and hip in the instant before she turns her head and takes Gerard's hardening cock in her mouth. Gerard groans, his hips rolling upward as his hand falls down to tangle in Mikey's messy hair. It always amazes and amuses Gabe that Gerard knows instantly when it's Mikey's mouth on him, even when he doesn't have the clue of Gabe lying next to him. (902 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/249402 & http://romantical.dreamwidth.org/944864.html )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  concept:always.a.girl  relationship:established  relationship:Waycest  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Gabe/Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gabe  posted:2010-11  recced:2010-11  !meta:rec:fic  smut:het.sex  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP 
november 2010 by turlough
gala_apples: Blood... It's Everything
REC: When Mikey gets turned into a vampire suprisingly little changes. This story really manages to convey the complete amorality of vampires. How it's not so much a matter of good or evil as a sort of extreme self-centeredness. I love the way Mikey and Gerard's relationship is written, it's just so right. (2010-11-21)
QUOTE: He knocks on the door, worried he's not going to be able to enter. Technically the room belongs to the university, but he is paying for it. Mikey's not sure where the supernatural deterrent stops. Gerard solves the problem by muttering "come in, you fucking idiot" when he sees it's him.
Gerard starts ranting the moment the door is closed, where the fuck has he been and mom and dad are worried sick and I don't care if high school sucks, if you don't graduate you're fucked and you've only got two months left anyway, and Mikey can tell he's never going to shut up so he does the simple thing. He kisses him.
Or, at least he tries. He doesn't have his tongue in Gerard's mouth for more than a second before Gerard's backing away. "What the *fuck*?"
Mikey is struck with an urge to break his neck. It's not anything evil and vampiric; he used to get the same feeling when Gerard took the last sip of coffee from his mug and he had to make a new one to finish getting his fix. (2,830 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/438225 & http://gala-apples.dreamwidth.org/271772.html )
author:gala_apples  fandom:Bandom  beings:vampires  beings:teenagers  concept:supernatural  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:handjob  time:pre-band  location:School.of.Visual.Arts  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2010-11  recced:2010-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
november 2010 by turlough
romanticalgirl: Paint Smears
REC: Gerard's drawings are always supposed to belong to Mikey. This is a beautiful story. The colours and shapes of Gerard's art, everything Mikey's seeing and feeling, the way things are changing between them while still staying the same, Mikey's anguish that Gerard will be leaving him soon. It's all absolutely lovely and completely hearbreaking. (2010-10-10)
QUOTE: Gerard starts drawing when Mikey is five. Which isn't exactly true, but it's when the lines and squiggles become something real instead of imaginary creatures and places. That's not quite true either, because they're watching Legend, and in shimmering gold crayon, Gerard has drawn him a unicorn that looks real enough that Mikey expects the Lord of Darkness to come through their door. After that it's like something's been set loose, and Gerard draws almost constantly. (2,670 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/249860 & http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/900580.html )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:art  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:frottage  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2010-10  recced:2010-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
october 2010 by turlough
heyginger: Devil's In The House
REC: Pete is the devil. Absolutely hilarious! And very, very cute. (2007-11-04)
QUOTE: Pete didn't think it was going well. I mean, maybe not his worst work ever, but definitely in the bottom 10.
"I guess you look like the devil..." the kid said, and Pete perked up a little bit.
"Because I am! So listen -"
"I mean, the devil as dreamed up by a 14 year old girl. Who reads Laurell Hamilton books. And watches, like, too much Buffy." The kid looked pointedly at the bright red streaks in Pete's bangs.
Okay, maybe bottom 5.
Pete pouted. "Dude, I am totally Satan, and I'm here to steal your soul. You should be terrified right now."
"Let me get this straight: I'm speaking to the devil right now."
"He's named 'Pete'."
"He just called me 'dude'." (1,960 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/181319 )
author:heyginger  fandom:Bandom  concept:religion  activity:performing  concept:music  beings:the.Devil  beings:teenagers  occupation:student.college  time:pre-band  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Pete  posted:2007-09  recced:2007-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff 
october 2010 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: Blurred Edges
REC: Gerard and Mikey has been mentally bonded since before Mikey was born. This was a wonderful story. The dynamic between Gerard and Mikey was amazing, I loved how in the end Gerard tearing down his wall was a relief for both of them. And the relationship between Mikey and Frank and the sex they had was so wonderfully warm and relaxed and friendly. (2010-08-22)
QUOTE: Mikey's just - in the years since Gerard started building the boundaries in their heads, he's never made it this difficult before. Mikey never pushes this kind of feeling on him this hard. He tends to prefer to point out, usually when Gerard least wants to think about it, that they both know the connection is always there.
'This isn't dating' Mikey replies. He punctuates it with a long lick down the column of Frank's neck. Gerard can taste Frank's skin and feel his responding moan against his lips. 'This is friends having a good time.' His hips roll forward, hard, and Gerard gasps. 'Aren't you having a good time?'
"No," Gerard gasps out loud to the empty air of his bedroom. It's not technically a lie. It feels good, the way Frank's throat rumbles under Mikey's lips and his fingers are working under Mikey's shirt to touch more skin. But getting dragged into his brother's drunken hook up is in no way his idea of a good time.
"But you like it," Mikey murmurs. He's talking to Gerard but he speaks out loud in between bites on Frank's lower lip and gentle tugs on his thick dreadlocks.
Frank laughs hot on his neck. "Fuck yeah. Your jeans are too fucking tight though," he complains, he's struggling with the button on Mikey's fly now.
"You think they're hot."
Frank rolls his eyes but doesn't argue. "Whatever. Just get them the fuck open."
Mikey leans back far enough to help him. Gerard can feel Mikey's amusement ripple through his fingers up his arms like a gentle buzz. It contrasts sharply with the heavy thrum of want that makes Gerard feel almost as drunk as Mikey is. (3,260 words)
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:hairpulling  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2010.Ways+1  posted:2010-08  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:esp:empathy  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Frank/Mikey(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(secondary) 
august 2010 by turlough
romanticalgirl: untitled not!fic
REC: Wonderful little not!ficlet about why Gabe loves Gerard. (2010-08-15)
QUOTE: Gerard and Gabe discuss philosophy and bullshit and smoke cigarettes on the train tracks until the trains are blasting their horns at them to get the fuck out of the way. They smoke weed and drink whiskey until they're too fucked up to go home and never once does Gerard ask Gabe for anything. Gabe isn't used to people not wanting something from him, and he realizes that it's because Gerard doesn't think he deserves it. (224 words)
(also at http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/884958.html?thread=8650974#t8650974 )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  relationship:friendship  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pov:Gabe  posted:2010-08  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:not!fic  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary) 
august 2010 by turlough
romanticalgirl: Out of Time
REC: Mikey and Gabe hooks up and Gerard joins in. This was so hot and I loved how natural, almost inevitable, the writer made it all seem. And I also liked the characterisations, they're a bit drunk and a bit douchey, but basically they're good guys. (2010-08-08)
QUOTE: He takes backroads and byways to get to their house, driving with the extreme care of too much alcohol. He's got one hand on the wheel and another on his dick, listening to the wet, heavy breathing of Mikey and Gabe in the back seat. He looks in the rearview mirror from time to time, seeing fingers and hands and jaws, tongues flickering and licking at skin and the hungry open mouths fitting together. He stays sitting there after parking the car, watching them in earnest now. His dick is hard under his hand and he rubs at it, biting his lower lip as Mikey tilts his head back so Gabe can suck dark red marks on the column of his throat.
"Inside." Gabe murmurs it against Mikey's skin, but Gerard hears it too. It's frustration and want and desire, and for a second Gerard isn't sure if he should get out of the car or not when he hears Mikey's zipper slide down. Gabe's frustrated growl as he sinks his teeth into Mikey's neck just above his t-shirt collar answers the question, and Gerard scrambles out, dropping the keys in the process and fumbling on the ground for them while Gabe slithers out of the back seat, ignoring Mikey's low whine of disapproval. "Inside."
Mikey gets out, pissed and drunk and horny by the look of him, and body-checks Gabe out of his way. Gabe grabs him and thrusts him up against the side of the wagon and pins him there, mouth rough and aggressive in a way that makes Gerard's whole body pulse and makes Mikey moan. Gerard finally finds the house key and lets the others fall into his palm with a quiet jingle that manages to break Gabe and Mikey apart. This time Mikey's not arguing. "Inside." (1,960 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/249415 )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:Waycest  smut:frottage  smut:threesome  setting:bar/club  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pov:Gerard  challenge:2010.Ways+1  posted:2010-08  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gabe/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Gabe/Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 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
desfinado: Drag Like Sandpaper
REC: On his 18th birthday Gerard watches Mikey buy his first razor. This is beautiful. I love the way desfinado writes Waycest, she's so good at conveing both the gut churning anxiety and the almost overwhelming attraction that lays at the heart of it. And this Gerard is just so right, the way he looks at and thinks about the world and the future, and first and foremost of course Mikey and the way their relationship is changing. (2010-06-13)
QUOTE: Mikey makes faces in the mirror at himself. "I dunno. 'Cause they can tell I'm totally a man already and you're still a kid who keeps his pencil crayons in a Polly Pocket case?"
Gerard laughs even as he's saying "Fuck off," which is definitely a sign he's reaching that giggly saturation of beer and exhaustion.
"Reminds me!" Mikey grins, sprinting to their room - *way* too enthusiastically when their parents are asleep two floors up - and reappearing in the doorway, dangling a white plastic shopping bag between his long fingers. "I desperately need to *shave*."
Gerard laughs and takes a seat on the toilet, flipping the lid down. "Fine, let's see you shave that *gnarly* beard. I'll be the adult supervision." There is no way Gerard is leaving Mikey alone with sharp things right now.
Mikey grins to himself and sets the bag on the floor. Gerard watches as he goes about opening the packaging, getting the shaving cream out and filling the sink with water. Gerard likes this: it's late and dark and everyone else is asleep and it's just him and his brother in the tiny bathroom. Gerard doesn't even really mind that he can't shave yet, not when he can be here for Mikey's first time.
"Where do I start?" Mikey wraps his big hands around the edges of the sink and leans over to inspect himself in the mirror, tilting his chin up and turning this way and that. "It's kinda patchy and all over the place." The muscles in his arms are flexed; with the undershirt and his chin lifted it makes him look strong, intimidating. Not like Gerard's little brother.
"Um, I wouldn't know." Gerard laughs softly. "Maybe do one half of your face first?" (4,820 words)
author:desfinado  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  smut:masturbation  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-06  recced:2010-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  activity:shaving 
june 2010 by turlough
desfinado: Backseat
REC: The one about teenaged Mikey and Gerard and Frank meandering all over Jersey. I love how visual and physical this story is, letting us see and experience things through Mikey's eyes. I also really like the unhurried, almost aimless, feel of the narrative, reflecting their meanderings in the mall and all over Jersey. (2010-04-25)
QUOTE: They get coffees in stupid tiny white styrofoam cups and sit out the ass end of the mall on the loading dock, sipping from shaky fingers as they look out at the highway across the abandoned lot, legs swinging from the edge of the concrete platform.
"End of the fucking world," Gerard says, breathing in steam from the cup held close to his chest. Mikey thinks it looks like it from here: colourless gray sky, dead grass and frozen mud, patchy snow, trucks passing like a river of noise and metal and wheels.
Frank gets cold in just his hoodie and likes to tuck his hands into Mikey's armpit, coffee clenched between his thighs. Gerard watches from Mikey's other side as Frank turns in, presses his nose like an icy point against Mikey's exposed neck. His hair smells like cigarettes and the wax he uses on his dreads.
"Warm me up, Mikey Way," Frank says and Mikey obliges, puts his arm around Frank's shoulders as he looks out at the flat, ugly buildings around the lot, one-stories with no windows and empty parking lots. Frank pushes his face in further, opens his mouth and breathes hot against Mikey's skin. "We're the only ones who aren't drones," he mumbles and it makes Mikey shiver when he feels the wet of Frank's tongue. His fingers get cold where they're bare, wrapped around Frank's shoulder.
When Frank kisses behind Mikey's ear, it makes him suck in a breath, cold air burning his lungs as his fingers tighten. Gerard laughs and reaches across Mikey's lap to rescue Frank's coffee before he spills it from leaning too far over. Gerard puts it down carefully on the platform behind them before finishing his own and crumpling it, dropping it to the ground below their hanging legs.
"We'd never be drones," Gerard says before he lets his head fall to Mikey's other shoulder. He smells like home and when he kisses Mikey's pulse, it speeds up. Mikey can feel Frank smile, sees him reach across to work his bare fingers in between Gerard's thighs. Gerard's lips are dry and coffee-warm, his hand curving in the lapel of Mikey's jacket as he noses up behind Mikey's ear into his hair. He presses kisses into his scalp, along the shell of Mikey's ear. Mikey's eyes fall shut and he's so cold and so hot at the same time. (1,580 words)
author:desfinado  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:friendship  relationship:Waycest  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  time:pre-band  setting:mall  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2010-04  recced:2010-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
april 2010 by turlough
desfinado: Because I've Only Got Two Hands
REC: Gerard masturbates and thinks of Mikey. I love the intensity of this. (2010-04-25)
QUOTE: He closes his eyes - face pressed into the pillow - and pictures his brother, the way he pulls himself up, stretches tall, the flat of his stomach. He pictures the way the sunken jersey fabric of Mikey's pajamas falls down the lines of his hips and the shape of his dick clear underneath it, almost obscene, the point which Gerard knows is the tip of his brother's dick, shifting back and forth as he walks out of the room.
Gerard knows this, and feels the swell of his own cock in his hand. He has to move fast now that he hooks the elastic of his boxers down his hips and starts sliding his grip up and down, because Mikey comes down the stairs, heavy footfalls - so heavy for his small frame - and flips the bathroom light on, hum of the overhead fan. (947 words)
author:desfinado  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:Waycest  smut:masturbation  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-04  recced:2010-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
april 2010 by turlough
soundslikej: untitled fic
REC: Brian still maintains that the black eye wasn't the reason he and Bob first had sex. Another story in the same universe as http://soundslikej.livejournal.com/317721.html Very sweet and I love the dialogue. (2010-02-28)
QUOTE: Brian sighed. "You've been touring with these guys how long? And you haven't learned to let them handle their own barfights yet?" "Jepha's really good at starting fights," Bob said, "but he's shit at ending them." "Not your job to protect everybody," Brian told him, and Bob made a face. "What would you have done?" he asked, looking Brian over. "All two foot nothing of you." Brian pulled lightly at Bob's hair where his hand was still resting. "So not the point," he said. (1,740 words)
(also at http://lordessrenegade.livejournal.com/322239.html)
fandom:Bandom  activity:brawling  condition:injury  occupation:sound.tech/guitar.tech  occupation:manager  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:finger.fucking  smut:pain.kink  time:pre-band  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Brian(primary)  pov:Brian  posted:2010-02  recced:2010-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  author:soundslikej  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff 
february 2010 by turlough
romanticalgirl: Smoke from Another Fire
REC: The one about Gerard and Gabe in Jersey before the band began. This is one of the stories that made me realise how *right* the Gabe/Gerard pairing is. It's absolutely gorgeous, with beautiful writing, and the atmosphere and mood is stark and raw and intense. (2010-02-28)
QUOTE: The bricks hum with the residual heat of the day, with the crashing throb of music inside. The joint burns hot and harsh between his fingers, raspy in his lungs until they open and stretch, expanding out of his chest. It tastes like sucking Jersey straight into his lungs, burning like fuck, cauterizing the fresh wounds with sludge.
He opens his eyes and opens his mouth, but it takes a moment before he exhales, his smoke tangling with the drift up from Rob's cigarette. Gabe takes the joint from Gerard and sucks down his own hit, cheekbones sharpening on his inhale and cutting the air around him. Gerard wants to reach out and slit his wrists on them. "Good shit," he croaks out.
Gabe swallows air, pulling the smoke deeper into his lungs, nodding all the while. "Fucking Mikey, man."
It's long since ceased bothering Gerard that Mikey is the go-to guy, the one who knows shit - who has what, when and where - and he just revels in the association. "No shit."
Rob kills his cigarette under his heel. "Party at Paul's tonight."
"I fucking hate Paul," Gabe reminds him.
"But you fucking love parties." Rob pockets his lighter and drains his beer, shattering the bottle when he throws it in the dumpster. "Later."
Gabe waves halfheartedly and takes another hit. "Fucking Paul. Fucking party. Fuck that shit."
Gerard steals the joint back to kill the last of it. His throat is raw from screaming, which makes him want to do it more. "Who's Paul?"
Gabe laughs once. "No fucking clue." He picks a beer bottle up off the ground and throws it, watching the brown glass rain down. "Let's go."
He doesn't bother to ask where. "Okay." (2,050 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/249429 )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  concept:music  relationship:friendship  smut:frottage  smut:vehicle.sex  time:pre-band  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Midtown  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  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  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2010 by turlough
mrsronweasley: Breakdown on the L.I.E.
REC: The time when Pencey's van broke down in Long Island. This was lots of fun and very hot. I really liked this Frank, silly and enthusiastic and crude and fearless and very young, and how his relationship with the rest of Pencey and how he felt towards them, this mix of affection and impatience, was written. (2010-01-24)
QUOTE: Shaun was still out like a light across from them, and Gerard's neck smelled good. Not like sunshine and daisies, but warm and human, a kind of unshowered, soft smell. Frank smiled into it as he twirled the roach between two fingers, burying his nose deeper into Gerard's neck and inhaling the scent of his skin.
Gerard stilled behind him. "Frankie?" Frank obviously knew how close they were, but Gerard's voice still surprised him when it went right through Frank's whole body. Gerard had sounded kind of unsure, and Frank was about to tell him that all it was, was that Gerard smelled kind of nice underneath all the weed, but then he felt it - hardness against his ass, where there hadn't been anything but Gerard's hips before.
*Oh*. Frank closed his eyes and focused, feeling around with his skin-brain just to see if it really was what he thought it was, and - yeah, that was definitely Gerard's dick, hard right up against Frank's ass.
No *fucking* way, he thought, giddy. His mind shifted, tilted a bit, and then it was like - there was a new Gerard behind him. Different. A clearer Gerard, maybe, a Gerard who got hard when he was high, or when someone breathed on his neck, or maybe a combination of both, Frank didn't know. But it was - cool. Not exactly in Frank's plans or anything, but then his stomach got fluttery and - yeah, *anticipatory*. He started buzzing with it.
"Gee?" he whispered, and the word got caught in his throat. Gerard hummed in reply, just a quick low sound, like acknowledgement, floating heavy between them. Frank felt his heart speed up. The butterflies in his stomach increased tenfold and he prodded his mind for what could happen next. Maybe he could *make* something happen.
He inched his ass just a bit further back, and even through the many layers of fabric, he could feel the heat coming off Gerard like he was a furnace. Fuck *yeah*, he thought. He fucking *wanted* this. (6,530 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/258874 )
author:mrsronweasley  fandom:Bandom  activity:drug.use  activity:performing  activity:vehicle.breakdown  relationship:friendship  smut:frottage  time:pre-band  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Frank  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2010 by turlough
lovelypoet: Make The Call
REC: The beginning of the band. I really liked this. How plausible and real it all felt, Ray's reluctance that starts to transform into something like excitement, this Gerard and this Mikey. Lovely, lowkey storytelling. (2010-01-03)
QUOTE: "I told him you'd call him," Mikey says, his finger jabbing at the center of Ray's chest. "Why would he call you when I already told him you'd be calling? You're making me look like a liar, Toro."
"Are you going to keep sneaking up on me and yelling at me?" Ray's genuinely concerned about the possibility.
"Maybe." Mikey opens the freezer case and pulls out a half gallon of Moose Tracks. "It's just a fucking phone call, Ray. You want to tell him you’re not interested in the offer, tell him. But seriously, he's working on something fucking good. Don’t leave him hanging."
"And what about you? Are you in the band?" Ray asks.
“I’m busy. School. Internship at Eyeball. Raygun’s still going, sort of. Plus the ladies. You know, I’ve got lots of shit going on.” Mikey shrugs. "He hasn't asked me yet." (3,270 words)
author:lovelypoet  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  concept:music  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  time:pre-band  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  challenge:2009.New.Year's.Swap  posted:2009-12  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) 
january 2010 by turlough
soundslikej: Down the Stairs, First Door on the Left
REC: Drunken teenaged makeouts in the Way basement. Very sweet with a great Ray voice and the Way brothers are just the right mix of weird and fascinating. (2009-10-04)
QUOTE: The problem with being a cuddly drunk around the Ways, Ray has realized, is that neither one of them is particularly good at cuddling when there's alcohol involved. Mikey's made of elbows and knees and hips and pointy bits that seem to get even more pointy when he's drinking and fidgety, and Gerard keeps getting distracted by wanting to have Serious Discussions About Life, Complete With Hand Gestures, so Ray ends up taking body parts to the face more often than not.
He finds himself having to compensate in other ways, letting Mikey rest his head against his knee so he can play with his hair, touching Gerard sincerely on the shoulder to show that he's listening to his Opinions With Capital Letters, and somehow, eventually, this turns into Gerard pressing himself into Ray's arms, smiling up at him with that brilliant little crooked smile, saying "You *get* it, don't you?" and stretching up just the tiniest bit to fit their mouths together. It's messy and a little awkward, neither of them quite at a stage of sobriety where they can stand still without wavering a little, but Gerard's mouth is skilled against his, his fingers tucking into the back of Ray's jeans, fitting them together comfortably, and the fact that they can't really stay upright becomes a moot point when Gerard shuffles them back towards the bed and they tumble over in a tangle of limbs. It doesn't go any further than that, not this time and not any of the times that follow, it's just Gerard and Ray and their mouths and hands, and eventually falling asleep there like that, wrapped up in a hopeless jumble of sheets and arms and legs. (1,960 words)
(also at http://jai.dreamwidth.org/465104.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/32858 )
fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  posted:2009-10  recced:2009-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  author:soundslikej  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Gerard/Mikey/Ray(primary) 
october 2009 by turlough
harborshore: untitled fic
REC: Mikey has a nightmare, Gerard knows how to make it better. Lovely, they love each other so much. (2009-08-30)
QUOTE: For a second, he considers pretending to not have heard Mikey, but - "Whatcha want, Mikeyway?" He can't keep the exhaustion out of his voice (college finals suck a hell of a lot more than high school ones did). "Nothing, sorry, you were asleep." Mikey sounds - Mikey sounds sad, and that's not fucking on. (335 words)
author:harborshore  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  condition:insomnia  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-08  recced:2009-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff 
august 2009 by turlough
coffeewordangel: Jersey
REC: Gerard comes home for Mikey's highschool graduation and meets Frank. A cute and fun and hot little AU-ish fic. (2009-03-01)
QUOTE: Gerard snorted. "Starving artist, baby brother. It's what I do." "You're still in school. You can't claim that yet," Mikey chided. "Living on ramen and caffeine?" "Mostly. With some nicotine thrown in for variety." "Who's got nicotine?" someone asked from behind Mikey. Mikey's face lit up and he spun around. "Frankie!" He captured the other boy in a hug. "I thought I lost you. Where's your cap and gown?" (1,050 words)
author:coffeewordangel  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:student.college  occupation:student.high.school  setting:high.school  relationship:UST  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2006-08  recced:2009-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
march 2009 by turlough
lovebashed: Preludes
REC: The summer before MCR began, Gerard meets Mikey's friend Frank. This was so sweet. Both a little funny and a little wistful, and the writing is lovely. (2009-01-25)
QUOTE: The show is pretty great. Hambone’s kept Frank in hysterics the whole evening, and Frank is trashing around, bumping into everything like an overwrought animal. Frank has made Mikey and Gerard step into the VIP Box, which means that Gerard gets to stand by Frank's amplifier while Frank rocks and rolls on the night-damp grass in front of him for a full set and a couple of 'Souls covers. Sometimes Gerard dreams about being in a rock band instead of doing art. Most of time he just dreams about Frank. (1,570 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/341498 )
author:lovebashed  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  relationship:UST  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:Pencey.Prep  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-01  recced:2009-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2009 by turlough
softlyforgotten: Five Times Gerard Disloged Himself, or, A History In Reverse
REC: The title says it all, really. I tend to have a difficult time with stories that move backwards and forwards in time like this but in this one it really worked for me, pulling me into the story and giving a kind of emotional impact that I don't think a more "traditional" narrative would have had, wonderful! And I love how it's both funny and sweet and the ending is especially lovely. (2009-01-18)
QUOTE: gerard flickers into existence and frank looks up, eyes quiet, nonplussed. "shush," he says, "you'll wake yourself up."
gerard laughs hoarsely and moves closer, kisses frank a little bit desperately, hands fisting in frank's shirt. frank hums back, pleased, and gerard's just tugging frank's top off, thinking 'yes, maybe, this time, if i'm fast' when he feels that old, familiar twang around his ribcage. he pulls away and hisses "god*damnit*," because his life seriously sucks sometimes, and frank laughs quietly because he's an asshole with no compassion. "*frank*," gerard whines, and then his heart jumps oddly, ow, fuck, he hates this part.
"hey, don't worry," frank says, and he pushes the hair away from gerard's face. "it's not much longer, now, i'm gonna stop being stupid soon, i think."
"well, you're kind of vague about this time, later, so you've only got yourself to blame, man. but i'm fairly sure - well, you - fuck it, this doesn't get any less confusing - future-you says you're fairly sure it happens - dude, i don't know whether i should tell you?"
"frank," gerard says, and he moves forward, rests his forehead against frank's. "i have - it sucks so much, i, i *want* -"
"i know," frank says simply, and then he shrugs. "what the hell, hey? it happens tomorrow, gerard. seriously, give me that cigarette when i ask."
and gerard's gone. (1,570 words)
author:softlyforgotten  fandom:Bandom  activity:time.travel  activity:drinking  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  concept:doppelganger  relationship:UST  time:pre-band  time:early.days  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  tour:2007.Project.Revolution  setting:on.tour  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-02  recced:2009-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:book  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2009 by turlough
bloodbelieve: Affairs of the Pocket
REC: A kind of AU where Frank has anger management issues and meets Gerard while doing community service. I really liked this The characterisations are excellent and felt very "real" and I loved this Frank with his attitudes and anger management issues and love of music, and how we get to see him change and grow. (2009-01-11)
QUOTE: "So, where were you last night?" she asks, deathly still apart from her ever-fidgeting hands scrabbling in her lap.
Frank shrugs, feeling like an unruly ten year old. "Out," he mutters, only half-surprised to discover that he sounds like one too. The clock's ticking relentlessly, a high-pitched sound that he's not sure if he's ever noticed before now.
His mom sighs and Frank doesn't have to look up from his feet to know that she's rolling her eyes right now. "Out *where*?" she presses in a 'so-you-want-to-do-it-the-hard-way-then' tone of voice and, not for the first time, Frank feels a pang of guilt.
"At a gig," he mumbles. "Playing."
"You're always at gigs these days," she says tiredly and adds, before he can retort, "Always *fighting*, Frank. I thought - isn't it about the music anymore?"
It is, of course, but lately it's been about *more* than that. About the atmosphere and the passion, the fighting and the ability to lose himself, and the music is only a part of it now. He doesn't know *when* it became this, when it stopped being playful wrestling and Fight Club imitations (although maybe he does, maybe it's since he Came Out, since he felt the need to prove that he was still him, still Frank, not some... some *fag*).
"Frank," she says clearly, pulling him out of his muddled reverie, and he meets her eyes for the first time. "You've been fighting a lot lately, don't think I don't know, but I haven't - I didn't know what to *do*. You can be so difficult..." and she pauses for a moment, and he looks away so he doesn't have to see the disappointment on her face. "The police - someone reported you for assault last night -"
"Fucking *Jake*!" The accusation bursts out of his mouth and he's half out of his seat before his mom snaps, "Sit *down*, Frank!"
He does, of course. The clock's still ticking.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about! When did you get so *violent*? I've done my best to bring you up properly - you're so like your dad sometimes, maybe too much," she says tearfully, and the twist of her face makes something in his stomach twist in response, guilt shooting straight to his heart, a sharp ache right where it hurts the most. He *wants* to do what she wants, but he can't seem to be someone she'd be proud of. (18,400 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/77019 )
author:bloodbelieve  fandom:Bandom  concept:music  activity:brawling  activity:community.service  occupation:shop.assistant  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:shop  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Frank  posted:2009-01  recced:2009-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2009 by turlough
stele3: The Fall
REC: An awesome little ficlet that won't make much sense if you haven't read 'An Inexplicable Occurence of Angels' but if you have it's a wonderful glimpse into Brian's early history. (2008-11-23)
QUOTE: He Passes out of the club and lands in the alley outside, then hunkers down behind a dumpster. It's not a majestic fucking swan dive from a high place: there's a little tether inside of him holding him in this place, and Brian lets go. (274 words)
author:stele3  fandom:Bandom  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:music  beings:angels  things:wings  time:pre-band  setting:bar/club  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Brian  posted:2008-11  recced:2008-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU 
november 2008 by turlough
lovelypoet: Before the Future
REC: A wonderful Buffy crossover. I love pwps that are more than just porn and this story has a wonderful Oz characterisation and a young Frank full of energy and potential. And it's so hot! (2008-11-09)
QUOTE: "Want another?" Frank asks, pointing to Oz's empty glass. He sets a hand on Oz's waist and leans forward, and he's not quite draped against him, but it's close. Oz grins and shakes his head. "No. You?" "No. Definitely had enough, I think. So... where? My place is uh... not close." "I don't have a place," Oz says. "I've got a van." "I've got one of those too," Frank's hands slip a little lower, under the waistband of Oz's jeans and Oz realizes they need to get to an elsewhere damn soon. "Yeah," he says. "But I've got one with no band mates or equipment." "Winner." (3,530 words)
author:lovelypoet  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Buffy  beings:werewolves  concept:supernatural  smut:vehicle.sex  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  time:pre-band  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pairing:Frank/Oz.Osbourne(primary)  pov:Oz.Osbourne  posted:2007-06  recced:2008-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:PWP  fic:source:tv.show 
november 2008 by turlough
teigh_corvus: Trick Photography (Tools of the Trade series)
REC: Ray doesn't remember Mikey. Another fabulous poem in the 'Tools of the Trade' series. A vivid portrayal of frustration and memory. (2008-11-09)
QUOTE: At first there's anger; / he doesn't remember Mikey. // Frustration sends Ray digging, / retrieving his yearbook (159 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/635773 )
author:teigh_corvus  fandom:Bandom  universe:Drawing!Mikey.verse  time:pre-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  posted:2008-11  recced:2008-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:form:poem 
november 2008 by turlough
teigh_corvus: Graphite (Tools of the Trade series)
REC: Frank's first memory of the Ways. A lovely poem in the 'Tools of the Trade' series. It's the image of Gerard leaning on the sink and laughing that comes through clearest for me here. (2008-11-09)
QUOTE: Not the first meeting, but / Frank’s first memory of the Ways / is a trashed kitchen. (78 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/635773 )
author:teigh_corvus  fandom:Bandom  universe:Drawing!Mikey.verse  time:pre-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2008-11  recced:2008-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:form:poem 
november 2008 by turlough
turps: Blurring Lines
REC: Gerard draws what he needs. An expansion of an earlier snippet. Even more lovely! Don't miss crowgirl13's companion piece, 'Negative Space'. (2008-10-19)
QUOTE: Mikey's drawn on the page, perfection built up line by painstaking line. The barest hint of a smile, eyes alight, hat pulled low and ridiculous hair. Each new line, new graduated shade, Mikey becomes more real. Gerard can feel him, talks about his day as he sketches in long legs and knock-knees. Sometimes he imagines Mikey talks back. Wisps of words from an unfinished mouth. Moves his fingers close to Gerard's, tilts his head so he can see. (683 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/350477 & http://turps.dreamwidth.org/717561.html )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  universe:Drawing!Mikey.verse  concept:art  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-10  recced:2008-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen 
october 2008 by turlough
coffeewordangel: Type A
REC: Gerard has a type. A slightly AU-ish story about how Gerard first met Frank. Funny and sweet and hot. I really liked this Frank. (2008-10-05)
QUOTE: "Why are you in here at, like," He sneaks a glance at the clock. "11:30 telling me about some band?" "Because they're playing tonight." Gerard groans. "I gave up clubbing. I'm going to be a nun. It's my new vocation." Mikey snickers. "The Church will never recognize you as a nun. Besides, you have to go and keep me company. Plus, you'll like the lead guitarist." Of course he will. Gerard always likes the lead guitarist. Hence his newly found chastity. (2,820 words) (link to part one in the header)
author:coffeewordangel  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  smut:fucking  time:pre-band  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Gerard  posted:2006-08  recced:2008-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
october 2008 by turlough
escherzo: You Say It's Enough, In Fact It's Too Much
REC: Mikey is behaving weirdly, Gerard does what he can to help. Waycest AND sex drugs could be a recipe for disaster but thelemic pulls it off spectacularly well. Good characterisation and writing and it's scorchingly hot too. (2008-03-30)
QUOTE: "I was bored. I just. I need to *touch*." Gerard was glad that he had the 'being a good older brother' excuse because as soon as Mikey said it his entire body went hot and he pulled Mikey down for another kiss. "It's okay," he murmured against Mikey's lips. "You can. What would help? I mean, you can do whatever." Mikey broke the kiss and slid abruptly downwards. Gerard's breath caught. "Wait, you want to -" Mikey looked up at him again with improbably wide eyes, pupils blown, both hands rubbing at Gerard's thighs, and he leaned down to kiss the strip of skin between pajama pants and t-shirt. (3,040 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/562611 )
author:escherzo  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  concept:fuck.or.die  relationship:Waycest  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-03  recced:2008-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  smut:sex.drugs  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
escherzo: My Pulse Has Been Rising
REC: Just some dirty talk while waiting for their mother. Dirty talk can be so difficult to write convincing and hot but thelemic manages it splendidly. The only blemish is a few awkward POV shifts. (2008-05-24)
QUOTE: "For fuck's sake, Mikey," Gerard says, low and a little strangled. "We're *in church*." But he's looking, it's obvious that he's looking, and Mikey sits up, moving closer. "You know," he begins, watching Gerard's expression (the same one he had that morning, shocked and flushed with a little undertone of 'want'), "if I didn't know better I would say you're looking." "I am not." "Yes, you are." Gerard doesn't argue this time, and Mikey leans close, glancing around to make sure no one's watching before he murmurs into Gerard's ear, "If we weren't in church it'd be a lot easier to not be bored." (1,600 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/562643 )
author:escherzo  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  posted:2008-05  recced:2008-05  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
escherzo: How About If I Broke the Silence First
REC: Teenage Waycest phone sex. Awkward and dorky and sweet and very hot. The writing is a bit uneven though. (2008-05-01)
QUOTE: Gerard wasn't sure if it was his imagination or - or Mikey actually did sound kind of breathless. "Um. Mikey?" "Yeah?" He totally was not imagining that. He wasn't imagining the faint "nnh." that followed either, or the rustling of the sheets. "Mikey? You're. You're not. I. What the hell?" Because calling Gerard when he was high on cold medicine was one thing but doing that and then jerking off over the phone? A bit much. (1,620 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/562620 )
author:escherzo  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:Waycest  smut:phone.sex  smut:masturbation  time:pre-band  setting:high.school  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-04  recced:2008-05  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
escherzo: Don't Know Where We Belong
REC: The one about teenaged Mikey and Gerard one hot summer. This is a gorgeous story, quiet and lovely and very hot. I love the lazy summer atmosphere of it and the slow way their relationship is changing. The worry and love and tenderness between them feels so very right. (2008-07-23)
QUOTE: Three days later, it finally rains.
The two of them make their way outside like they've never seen it before, barefoot and cautious like children taking their first steps. It's still dark outside, barely five in the morning, and Mikey watches the ground as he walks, trying to avoid scattered bits of gravel from the end of the driveway. Neither of them bother with coats.
Mikey tilts his head back, towards the sky, mouth open to catch the falling drops that are starting to splat against his glasses. His shirt is soaking through, too, clinging to him and he doesn't care, just closes his eyes and spreads his arms, cool for the first time in days. He doesn't even feel himself start to tip backwards.
The next thing he knows, he hears "Watch *out*!" and Gerard's arms are wrapped tight around his waist, burning against the cool wetness of his shirt. They're both soaked, now, pressed together, and it isn't just his breath that's startstopping irregularly.
"Sorry, you were falling," Gerard says, and Mikey can't help but feel a little disappointed at that. But Gerard hasn't made any move to let go yet, and yeah, it's barely dawn, but he's standing in the middle of his driveway in the pouring rain being held by his brother. 'I feel like I'm in some sappy romance movie,' he can't help but think, and half-smiles. Gerard would be a shitty romance movie hero, and he's not exactly the picture-perfect heroine either.
But then, there's always been something a little wrong with the two of them.
"This kinda reminds me of that one thing we watched last week - like. What was it called? Fuck, my brain's melted, or something." Gerard sighs and his fingers shift, press lower against the strip of skin between Mikey's shirt and the waistband of his pants.
"Dunno. But yeah." 'Yeah, shitty romance movie.' "It's a little off, though."
"We're not making out," Mikey points out, shrugging just a little. Gerard tenses and Mikey doesn't know why. "I mean. That's the difference."
Gerard still doesn't relax but he nods, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, and you'd have to be in a dress, too."
"I'm not wearing a dress for you, asshole."
"I'm not making out with you, either. So we're even." Gerard glances up and down the deserted street, more habit than anything else. There's no one there. Even so - "C'mon, we better get inside before we get mugged or something." (9,140 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/562650 )
author:escherzo  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:UST  smut:handjob  time:pre-band  smut:blowjob  relationship:Waycest  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2008-07  recced:2008-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
turps: untitled fic
REC: Snapshot of the brothers Way in their basement. A picture painted with words. Beautiful. (2008-03-17)
QUOTE: Gerard rolls closer, rests his cheek against Mikey's thigh, smiles a little at the feel of Mikey's hand in his hair. "You're cold," Gerard says, and Mikey shrugs a reply, watches when Gerard shifts onto his side, and takes Mikey's hand in his own. Mikey's fingers are red, the tips white, and Gerard brings them to his mouth, tasting the cold against his tongue. (384 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/487809/chapters/850595 )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  activity:drug.use  concept:addiction  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-03  recced:2008-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
turps: Hope and Shatterproof Glass
REC: Mikey and his drunk brother. Sad, and terrible, and so very, very beautiful. (2008-01-20)
QUOTE: Gerard's breath is alcohol and cigarettes and his voice is shattered shards covering a misery that plunges bone deep. Mikey knows. He *knows*. Except Gerard got there first and Mikey's nothing but a spectator now. He watches, intercepts, covers up for and smoothes, all the while wondering if that's the right thing to do. He doesn't even know anymore, lost in a tangle of love and hate and a thousand sleepless nights. (1,000 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/207583 )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  concept:addiction  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  challenge:2008.PicFor1000  posted:2008-01  recced:2008-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:picture 
august 2008 by turlough
radioaches: Cracks in the Floor
REC: Lovely quiet and understated storytelling. Gerard and Mikey's confusion and hesitation feel very real. (2008-05-24)
QUOTE: "You know - last night? What you. What you said to me, before you went to sleep, did you. Was it true?" It feels like someone just poured ice through Gerard's gut. Ice that somehow twists his intestines all up into knots at the same time. "What... what was that?" he asks, and his voice sounds a little too high and a lot too apprehensive even to his own ears. He clears his throat, but that just sounds too loud and probably doesn't help anyway. "Well," Mikey begins, and he sounds nervous too, which is both even more worrying but strangely, perversely comforting at the same time. "You said. You said something about me, and a dream, and." (3,020 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/231273 )
author:radioaches  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  activity:drinking  things:dreams  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-05  recced:2008-05  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
nokomis305: And It's Playing Just Right
REC: Mikey and Gerard through the years. Beautiful and heartbreaking. (2008-05-24)
QUOTE: Mikey spent practically every moment of his day on top of his bandmates, sharing space and food and clothes and his life, basically, and he loved it. There was an excitement, some undercurrent to everything they did, that Mikey knew meant that something special was going to happen. He almost didn't dare hope that the kids would love his brother, his band as much as he did. Still, he kind of missed his brother. They were together all the time, sure, but so were the rest of the guys, and it wasn't the same. It wasn't the same at all. (1,530 words)
author:nokomis305  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  concept:addiction  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  time:early.days  setting:on.tour  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:Los.Angeles  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2008-05  recced:2008-05  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:angst 
august 2008 by turlough
bubbleforest: untitled fic
REC: Wonderfully hot and intense teenage Waycest. (2008-06-07)
QUOTE: Gerard doesn't know how fucked up it is that he now thinks of the first time as innocent. They'd been watching movies together in the basement till 4am, huddled together under a blanket, and in the flickering lights from the TV Gerard could see Mikey's eyes flutter. (279 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/436564 )
author:bubbleforest  fandom:Bandom  things:memories  beings:teenagers  relationship:Waycest  smut:fucking  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-06  recced:2008-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
impertinence: Swap
REC: Highschool age Mikey and Gerard switches bodies. Awesomely funny and very, very hot. (2008-02-03)
QUOTE: The first and only important time it happened, Mikey had just come home from his second day of high school.
He stuck two Pop Tarts in the toaster, blinked - and he was staring at Gee's bedroom ceiling, his hand wrapped around Gee's cock. He jumped back, snatching his hand away, and heard his own yell coming from upstairs.
Running to the mirror confirmed what he suspected: he was Gerard.
Gerard bursting in right as Mikey wrapped a curious hand around his dick confirmed what he knew: Gerard was him.
"What? You were hard." He couldn't stop his hand from moving, because apparently Gerard was the horniest fucker in the world. "You're gonna burn my Pop Tarts."
"Stop it!" Gerard waved his arms, freaking out like he always did. It looked weird in Mikey's body. His arms were bony, and his shirt rode up like...
Gerard's cock jerked in his hand. Hunh, Mikey thought, and concentrated on not tuning Gerard out. (1,580 words)
author:impertinence  fandom:Bandom  activity:bodyswap  time:pre-band  beings:teenagers  smut:masturbation  smut:handjob  things:mirrors  relationship:Waycest  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2008-01  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
geneli4: Don't Stop
REC: Teenaged Gerard and Mikey. I love the way she escalates the intimacy of the settings and what's happening in each. Fabulous writing and so very, very hot. (2008-03-17)
QUOTE: Gerard didn't even start paying attention until Mikey stripped out of his soaked clothes in the middle of the kitchen six weeks ago, caught in a late September rainstorm on his way home from school and freezing his ass off, shivering and shaking and hard as fucking rock, hip bones sticking out all over the place and his dick slapping against his stomach as he ran up the stairs, hollering something Gerard didn't quite catch but maybe had to do with Taco Bell and later and Gerard just stood there for a minute before he grabbed the bottle of vodka from behind the marinara in the freezer and topped off his coffee, because seriously, what the fucking fuck? (773 words)
author:geneli4  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-03  recced:2008-03  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:slash  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
geneli4: A Day at the Beach
REC: Gerard at the beach. Lovely and strange and sensual and very hot. (2008-01-20)
QUOTE: He tries to jerk off without drowning or splashing around too much. No one can see, and no one would look anyway, not at Gerard, his tee shirt floating up to the surface, twisting up under his pits. He watches the boy on the pier spit into the water, one hand tucked into the front of his cutoffs, and Gerard thinks about how his skin would be cool underneath, damp from the water, and his hand would be hot from the sun, scratchy. (556 words)
author:geneli4  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  smut:masturbation  time:pre-band  setting:beach/lake/ocean  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-01  recced:2008-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP 
august 2008 by turlough
mwestbelle: Few Have Ever Seen a Ghost
REC: Gerard and Mikey are psychic. I love how the way they communicate is written in this story, that it's feelings rather than thoughts, it adds to the feeling of immediacy and urgency. And the story's also extremely hot. (2008-05-24)
QUOTE: Gerard remembers Mikey's first wet dream. The way they ached together, burned together to the feel of shadowed hands playing along Mikey'sthatwerealsoGerard's ribs, gentle fingertips sliding in the little hollows under each one that are hidden by soft on Gerard's body, and hot moist breath on Mikey'sthatwasalsoGerard's dick. They twitched together, hips so much slimmer than Gerard can ever remember having. He remembers the soft whimpers that echoed in his mind, that might have been his and might not have been, though it didn't really matter. He felt desperation that he hadn't felt for years, mixed with that delicious bite of *new* even though it hasn't been new to him in what felt like a long while, a formless *wanting* that he hadn't felt since he was Mikey's age. When they both woke up sticky, neither of them was embarrassed - it was nothing to be ashamed of, it was *them* and that could never be wrong - Gerard just pulled Mikey close, let the soft haze of confusion and satisfaction settle through both of them and helped Mikey strip out of his too-tight and too-sticky shirt and clean himself up. He felt the hum of 'maybe' from Mikey, and pressed a kiss to his temple, knowing that it was late, Mikey was tired and stimulated and lost. He didn't think anything of that little 'maybe', just tucked Mikey in under his arm, so Mikey could press his nose into Gerard's neck like he always manages to do anyway, and falls asleep. (1,600 words)
author:mwestbelle  fandom:Bandom  things:dreams  beings:teenagers  relationship:Waycest  smut:frottage  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-05  recced:2008-05  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  concept:esp:telepathy  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
cheshireempress: Hold On Tight (And If It Happens Again)
REC: Shameless Waycest PWP. Very hot. (2008-02-24)
QUOTE: "C'mon, Gee, I need to get off. You can leave for five minutes, or you can stay and watch." He opens his eyes, and his smile turns a little reckless. "Or you can help." Gerard's a little more than half-hard, and he can feel his face flushing. It's his 'tell', when he's with Mikey like this, and Mikey obviously sees it too, because his smile gets a little bigger and he pats the bed beside him. They've done it before, a few times, mostly just fumbling around. But since Gerard turned eighteen, he's been trying to avoid scenes like this one. "I don't know, Mikes. We're not really kids anymore." "You still have Star Wars sheets," Mikey says. "Trust me. You're a kid." (1,920 words)
author:cheshireempress  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  relationship:Waycest  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2007-11  recced:2008-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
bexless: An Emergency of the Heart
REC: The one that's a retelling of Disney's Cinderella set in a slightly AUish 2000. This is absolutely and hilariously perfect in every way. Gerard and his mice and birds! The way he talks to them! The way he thinks! Dancing with Frank and it's SO ROMANTIC! Losing his skeleton glove and Frank using it to find him! Completely and totally fabulous! (2008-01-06)
QUOTE: The coffee's taking for fucking ever and Gerard goes back into his room for his robe, stumbling over Mikey's giant shoes that he's left just kicked all over the place. Fucking Mikey.
"You know one of our teachers once wrote on Mikey's report card that he was unobtrusive?" Gerard tells the bluebirds, who are pecking at the dish of seed on his kitchen windowsill. "I laughed for like, an hour straight. Mikey spends his life fucking obtruding. On me."
The birds murmur to each other.
"Fuck you," Gerard says. "It is too a word. To obtrude. To play with your brother's best action figure and break it. To scribble all over his fine works of art. To read his diary and then make him feel bad for yelling at you about it. To steal his porn and then rat him out to mom when she finds it. To walk in on him having sex. Twice. On the same day." Gerard finishes his smoke and lights another off the butt before stubbing it out. "To come stay at his apartment and drink all his beer and eat all his Fritos and leave your fucking clown shoes right where they are most likely to cause him an injury. Obtruding. To obtrude."
The birds look like they might be smiling, like they're on to Gerard's game, and Gerard smiles back, because they all know he doesn't mind, not really. Mikey is the thing Gerard misses most about living at home. Mikey and Jersey pizza. Yeah.
Gerard doesn't even realize he's singing until Mikey grumbles from the couch, "Shut the fuck up, Sinatra, some of us are trying to sleep."
"A dream is a wish your heart makes," Gerard sings, loudly and out-of-tune, watching the mice tip coffee into his mug. He worries that they're going to burn themselves, but they're pretty slick, Gerard's mice, holding their whiskers and tails out of the way. "My place, my voice," he calls to Mikey, because Jesus, everyone needs to get off his fucking case this morning. "You wanted to stay here, all right? Nobody likes a cranky houseguest."
The couch squeaks violently and Gerard hears the muffled shift of Mikey turning over. "Fucking freak. Fucking singing."
"There's coffee," Gerard adds, and then carries his mug back into his room.
The mice slip in just as he closes the door, and Gerard eyes the outfit the birds are laying out on his bed. "Black and grey, today, huh? What, you think I'm getting boring or something?"
The birds flutter around while Gerard drinks his coffee and finishes his cigarette. They always seem to know which clothes on the floor are - not clean, but less dirty than the others. Gerard doesn't know how, because he can never figure it out himself, but it's pretty fucking sweet.
The mice are doing something on his dresser and Gerard looks over. Oh, for - "I just showered, like, three days ago."
The mice shake the shampoo bottle at him a little violently, and as if he's not getting the fucking hint, the birds drop a towel into his lap. (13,280 words)
author:bexless  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.others  beings:birds  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:artist/designer  time:pre-band  setting:office  setting:bar/club  location:Cartoon.Network  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Gerard  posted:2007-09  recced:2008-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fairytale  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
7iris: untitled fic
REC: Mikey and Gerard during the time that Gerard went to SVA. Lovely little story. (2008-07-23)
QUOTE: Later, Gerard says, "Some people thought you were my boyfriend." "Oh." Mikey wonders if he should sit up. He's not on Gerard's lap this time, just slouched down next to him and curled into his shoulder. Maybe that's why people get the wrong impression. Gerard rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Homoerotic incest is the new black." (745 words)
author:7iris  fandom:Bandom  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  location:School.of.Visual.Arts  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2008-03  recced:2008-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough

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