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doctorkilljoy: Ad Astra
2016-10-21T02:34:50+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/8027257
turloughQUOTE: "This is likely unnecessary, but I did promise an introduction. Gerard, this is Frank Iero, the pilot responsible for bringing me the data I showed you. Frank, this is Gerard Way, my teaching assistant and colleague."
"I'm not really a colleague," said Gerard. "I'm still working on my dissertation."
"You're getting a doctorate?" Frank asked.
"Yeah. That way I can run my own expedition. Most universities won't let you run one without a PhD." Gerard explained.
"Holy shit, good for you!" Frank exclaimed, and he meant it. Gerard beamed at him.
"We have some business to attend to," Grand said, and gestured for them both to be seated. Once they were, he said, "I've made some progress since we last spoke."
"Okay, hit me." Frank leaned back in his chair and listened.
"We still don't have a team, beyond the three of us, but I have a few leads. Including funding and preservation."
"We'd need lawyers filing paperwork to make sure that companies like Delta Corp can't sneak up on us and jump our claim," Gerard explained to Frank. "So they'll be fighting for us in court while we prove the planet fits all the criteria for further scientific study."
"Which I've been informed shouldn't be too difficult," said Grant.
"How long do we have to prove it?"
"Three months after our initial landing."
"Shit." That didn't sound long to Frank.
"Nah, it's good. Like two plant samples, one water sample and a live animal should be enough," Gerard said to him.
"Okay. But let's say one of those companies decides to say fuck it and ignore the legal mumbo jumbo. It's not like we can fix it once they start tearing the place apart."
"There are defenses for cases like that." Grant pursed his lips together, as though he were thinking. "We can make the planet safe, and make sure that people who aren't supposed to be there, aren't there."
Frank nodded. "Okay. So what's next?"
"I'm working on assembling a crew, as I said. At least for our first trip," Grant replied. "And we're missing a few key players."
"Do you know any doctors that would be good for this?" Gerard asked. Grant looked at him and Gerard mumbled sheepishly, "Doesn't hurt to ask."
"You're right." Said Grant. "I'm ashamed I didn't think of it first. Frank, is there anyone?"
Frank shook his head. "All the people I know who work in engineering or medical are at Delta Corp. And I wouldn't recommend any of them even if they weren't."
"Damn," Grant murmured. "I have a lead on another scientist we can invite, but what we need a mechanic and a doctor."
"Oh! Actually I have a mechanic in mind!" Gerard reminded Grant. "I've got a meeting set up. And Mikey's still looking for doctors who fit the criteria you gave me."
"Mikey's helping?" Frank asked, surprised.
"Yeah. He still knows a billion more people than I do."
"And we can trust him, which in this early stage is very important," Grant concluded.
Frank nodded. "Yeah, that works. What else you gotta do besides all that?"
"I'll be looking at ships in a few weeks," said Grant. "As you'll be the primary pilot, I'd like you to come with me."
"You want me to help you pick out a ship?" Frank asked. He couldn't have been more surprised, since no one of Grant's status had ever taken his opinion seriously before. (55,580 words)]]>
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akamine_chan: We Could Lose Ourselves
2016-09-21T20:01:55+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/7518379
turloughQUOTE: He took a moment to try to center himself, concentrating on the nubby texture of the carpet under his bare knees, on the warmth of the room. He'd spent the entire day trapped in meetings in Burbank, trying to hammer out the details for his next comic project. It hadn't gone well, and the tension in his neck and shoulders had spread down to his back. He struggled to let it go, and knew he wouldn't be able to, not without help. "Umbrella."
There was a ripple of laughter from Frank, and Gerard had to fight to keep from smiling back.
"So, Gerard," Grant said, his accent growing more pronounced. "Tell me what it is that you want tonight."
Gerard blushed, heat flooding his cheeks. Grant's fingers were firm on his chin, keeping him from looking away, down, anywhere but at Grant, who waited impassively. "I -" He wanted to squirm away and hide, because there was no way he could say it out loud - "I can't -"
"Shhh." Grant pressed his thumb to Gerard's mouth. "We'll help you. Frank, the flogger." (3,000 words)]]>
author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP beings:Grant.Morrison smut:threesome smut:fucking smut:flogging smut:bondage smut:sex.toys smut:orgasm.denial smut:pain.kink relationship:poly band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pov:Gerard +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-08 recced:2016-09 challenge:2016.Pod_Together
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LadySmutterella: Passing Fancy
2016-04-03T19:35:37+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6197554
turloughQUOTE: Gerard has no idea how he's getting away with this, but they seem oblivious. They're doing this back and forth across him that Gerard's seen them use to devastating effect on a hundred other girls, and he's slightly blurry with his drinks and for just one second he closes his eyes and pretends that he could be their next conquest.
It's a mistake. When he opens his eyes again, Frank has slipped his arm around Gerard's waist and Mikey's hand has crept up under his skirt.
It's shocking - not in what they're doing, but in how much he wants this - and he realizes he needs to get out now.
"I should go." The words don't sound convincing, even to his own ears, and he's not surprised when Frank holds him tighter, Mikey slides his hand further up Gerard's leg.
"C'mon." Frank leans into him, so close that Gerard can feel his breath on his neck as he talks. "One more drink, beautiful." He runs his fingers over Gerard's waist, tucking them under his t-shirt and stroking the soft skin he finds there. "We won't make you do anything you don't want to, I swear."
"One more," Gerard says, even though he knows what a fucking bad idea this is, and Mikey hums with satisfaction and holds out a twenty to the bartender.
It's one drink too many, even for him, and he catches the concerned look the bartender shoots him when he climbs down off the stool and stumbles slightly as he picks up his purse. He doesn't know what to say, though, and in the end it's Frank who shrugs at him.
"We'll get her home safe," he says, and catches Gerard as he stumbles. He has his best trustworthy face on, and Gerard knows just how unconvincing it is, and ends up choking on the laugh he tries to swallow.
They get as far as the outside of the bar before Frank breaks his word, though. (5,000 words)]]>
author:ladysmutterella fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP activity:crossdressing activity:drinking concept:genderfuck relationship:Waycest setting:bar/club setting:on.tour time:early.days smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:threesome smut:vehicle.sex band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary) pov:Gerard +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-03 recced:2016-03
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fleurdeliser, ohnoktcsk, tuesdaysgone: Your Heart Turns Out the Lights
2015-01-24T22:04:51+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3161222
turloughQUOTE: He has a very mischievous smile. It's... fucking captivating, Jesus. Gerard wasn't expecting that. "Lead on," he says.
As soon as they walk through the main door, Gerard knows that everything the twins had told him about the house was true, and at the same time, that nothing he'd been told could come close to capturing how fucking amazing this place is. A stairway winds up from his left to the second level, tall stained-glass windows let in the diffuse afternoon light, and half the foyer is taken up by a clockwork monstrosity.
"What is it?" Gerard breathes.
"Mostly it's a sculpture," Grant replies. "But it's got a few functional bits too." Gerard's fingers are already itching for his pens. "Now, now, don't stand in the foyer all day." Grant grins. "This way."
He leads Gerard down a hall and through large, ornate double doors and into a massive library.
"Holy shit."
"Thank you," says Grant, obviously pleased at Gerard's reaction. "I've been working on my collection of books twice as long as I've been working on the house; there wasn't much else for a lad like me to do, in Glasgow." Gerard smiles at him, and Grant shrugs easily. "I found my way forward by going backward. Gaslight, steam and gears, paper and ink. I have a lovely music room, it's just this way." When Gerard doesn't follow immediately he laughs. "The library isn't going anywhere."
"I do like music too. I write songs sometimes," Gerard says as he follows.
"A man of many talents, then," Grant replies. He leads Gerard through a small sitting room and then through another doorway, which opens into the promised music room.
Gerard gapes. "Is that a pipe organ?"
"It is. My own design, of course," Grant replies. "It's - somewhat of a favorite." His smile is fond and a bit faraway.
"That's fucking amazing," Gerard says. "I have a feeling everything in this house could be described like that."
"You haven't even seen the upstairs yet," Grant says, smirking. "However," he adds seriously, "follow me and I'll show you the dining room and the kitchen. You'll have full access to the kitchen in between meals, of course, but Vince is an excellent cook. I can attest to that." He pats his stomach, which draws Gerard's eyes to his midsection, and his hand. He's really quite attractive.
Gerard forces his eyes back up to Grant's. "Sounds good," he says.
The kitchen is just as incredible as the rest of the house, in its own way. There are steam-powered appliances and an old fashioned wood-burning stove. "The coffee maker is over here," Grant says, gesturing to a machine that looks nothing like any coffee maker Gerard has ever seen before in his life.
"Oh sweet lord," Gerard blurts.
Grant laughs. "It's not as bad as it looks. Fresh ground beans are always the best, are they not?"
"That's true," Gerard allows.
"And it's all automated, so all you have to do is flip this lever -" Grant points at a tarnished copper switch "- and it will grind the beans, which will drop into the filter, and then hot water will be pumped in from the boiler. Actually, one of my simpler designs." Grant must notice Gerard's look of longing, because he says, "Perhaps a demonstration is in order?" (54,760 words)]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:ohnoktcsk author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:steampunk activity:cooking beings:Grant.Morrison concept:ordinary.lives concept:art concept:music concept:magic concept:polyamory occupation:writer occupation:musician occupation:inventor things:comics setting:mansion/palace smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:handjob smut:threesome geography:UK:Scotland challenge:2015.Poly.BB +length:long.50k-100k !meta:rec:fic posted:2015-01 recced:2015-01
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fleurdeliser & ohnoktcsk & tuesdaysgone: The Way of the Voice
2014-09-10T20:35:56+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2226225
turloughQUOTE: "He is excellent at his job," Grant said. "And yes, we'll need to employ other methods regardless. There is one more scrying spell I can try that may reveal something different, but I can already tell it won't be enough."
"Nyota's third?" Frank asked. Grant nodded. "I'll get the salt," Frank said, getting up.
Grant moved to the part of the room they used for casting circles and started gathering candles. He glanced back at Gerard, who remained seated. He wasn't still, though. His eyes were darting around him, taking in the room. He'd seen it the day before, but things had been moved around. His hands were moving, worrying the hem of his sleeve, folding in his lap, resting on his knees.
Grant could understand Gerard's unease with silence just now. Happily, he could do something about that. "Nyota's third incantation is a bit unusual, for a scrying spell," he told Gerard. "What makes it unusual, Frank?"
"'M not your apprentice anymore," Frank grumbled, but he added, "It uses different pathways."
"It's a spoken-word, or rather, sung, incantation. I believe in this case it might prove more effective," Grant explained. He knelt with a piece of chalk and drew the circle. Frank returned and started arranging the rest of the materials. Gerard's eyes darted between them both. He clearly found the process utterly fascinating.
"The circle directs the spell," Grant explained. "It gives the words somewhere to go."
Gerard gestured between them. "Who does the spell?" Frank asked.
"You should," Grant said to Frank. "You haven't had that many opportunities to do this one, as I recall."
Frank nodded. "Okay. Gerard, can you come over here? We both need to kneel in the middle of the circle. Grant will finish the preparations. Then I'll start the incantation." Gerard nodded and got on his knees in the circle. Frank knelt opposite him. "I'm going to need to put my hands on your shoulders," Frank said.
Gerard nodded, mouthing an 'okay'. Grant finished his preparations, setting the little bundles of ingredients at three points on the circle's circumference. Then he sat back and watched Frank.
Frank whispered to Gerard, "Close your eyes." Gerard closed his eyes and Frank started the incantation. His voice was scratchy and rough at first, but as he kept going, his tone evened out. Grant always forgot how well Frank could sing.
Gerard's eyes were still closed, but his expression had changed. He looked... sad. Immensely so. Frank's voice wavered minutely. He saw it too. Grant watched his hands move, cupping Gerard's skull, thumbs circling just under his ears.
Grant watched Gerard breathe in through his nose and saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. Frank kept singing. The circle flared with light, little sparks dancing up into the air as Frank sang the spell to its conclusion.
Neither he nor Gerard moved, so Grant did. "It worked," he murmured to Frank. "Look at the sigils." (62,440 words)]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:ohnoktcsk author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study activity:cooking activity:performing beings:dwarves beings:Grant.Morrison concept:ordinary.lives concept:magic concept:music concept:curse occupation:musician occupation:wizard/witch relationship:friendship relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:threesome smut:blowjob smut:handjob smut:fucking setting:other.world band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pov:Gerard pov:Frank pov:Grant.Morrison challenge:2014.BBB +length:long.50k-100k !meta:rec:fic posted:2014-09 recced:2014-09
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Mingling Hands and Mingling Glances
2013-09-20T16:40:30+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/944293
turloughQUOTE: "Please tell me there's coffee."
"I promised you coffee, didn't I?" Grant says, going over to the pot he keeps on a bookcase in his office.
"Because you are the best. At this point, I'd probably take last week's dregs if I had to," Gerard replies. Grant turns back toward him with a steaming mug Gerard knows is just how he likes it. "Thank you," he breathes, catching Grant's wrist and squeezing with his free hand.
"Anything for you, pet."
Gerard's chest tightens a little bit just like it always does when Grant calls him that. He takes a sip of his coffee and breathes in deep through his nose. "Fuck, that's good. You really are good to me."
Grant doesn't make the expected joke this time around, just smiles and pours his own coffee. That's... hm. Gerard had gotten used to the way things were between them. He supposes maybe he'd been the one to initiate what happened Friday night. But he couldn't help himself.
Gerard never has a problem pulling - Grant thinks it's hilarious, because Gerard usually barely even has to exert himself - but this summer hadn't brought anyone exciting, and Grant had been *gone*, and Gerard had missed him a shocking amount. And he'd missed Grant's kisses and touches almost as much. It's not as if he got them that often to begin with. It's never, ever been a problem, though - this thing they do - and Gerard's not ready to let it become one now.
"So how was your time with Mikey?" Grant asks, voice totally natural.
"It was great," Gerard replies as normally as he can. "Went to a show Saturday night."
"Nice. And besides the eight am from hell? Anything exciting on your agenda?"
"Sitting here with you and grading, and cursing myself for assigning homework the first week?" Gerard asks hopefully.
"Not just lurking in the English department in case a certain of my coworkers comes by?" Grant inquires.
"That's just a happy side benefit," Gerard says and waves his hand dismissively. An awesome side benefit. But mostly, he just likes sitting here with Grant. His department head is a friend of Grant's, and he'll occasionally stop by and threaten to give Gerard's office away "since you seem to prefer this one," he teases. It's true, really. He is usually in one of the studios or in Grant's office when he doesn't have office hours.
Gerard does keep one eye on the open door, though, and not only in case of student invasion. He really wouldn't mind another eyeful of Professor Iero, who's a sinfully attractive little morsel. It's Grant who actually spots him, though. "Professor Iero, you look like you could use some coffee," he calls. (21,200 words)]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study beings:Grant.Morrison concept:ordinary.lives concept:art concept:literature concept:polyamory condition:illness occupation:artist/designer occupation:writer occupation:teacher relationship:friendship relationship:friends.with.benefits relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:handjob smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:college band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pov:Frank pov:Gerard pov:Grant.Morrison challenge:2013.BBB +length:long.20k-50k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-08 recced:2013-09
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fleurdeliser & ohnoktcsk & tuesdaysgone: Got Lost Into the Sea
2013-09-07T20:49:06+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/941961
turloughQUOTE: He spots Gerard's hair first. It's an orangey-red color that makes Grant smile. He's wearing a ratty Hawaiian shirt and miniscule cutoffs and leaning back against their jeep, and Frank is there beside him as he always is. Grant adjusts the strap of his bag on his shoulder. The rest of his luggage will be unloaded in a few minutes, but for now he catches Gerard's attention with a wave.
Gerard's face lights up, and he calls, "Grant!" Grant grins back. Fuck, he'd come here just to see the two of them, never mind anything else.
"Hi Grant," Frank says when Grant gets near. They both pull him into a hug and then Frank takes Grant's bag and puts it in the car. "Let's see how long it takes George to unload the plane this time."
"No bets. He always saves my gear for last."
"Because you bring more books than clothes," Gerard says, then bites his lip. "I mean -"
"Have you made the charters clothing-optional and not informed me?" Grant teases. Gerard is adorable. Always has been.
"Shaun keeps vetoing my proposals," Frank tells him, mock-serious. "I think it would drive up sales, but he just won't listen."
"More fool him," Grant says with a grin and leans against the jeep next to Gerard. "Fuck, I missed this place."
"It's not the same without you," Gerard tells him.
Grant laughs. "Quieter, perhaps? I can't imagine you get many clients leading you on the kind of mad treasure hunts you let me subject you to."
"Well, sometimes people want to see sunken ships and stuff. So we show them everything we visited with you," Frank says.
"I see. Is there a Morrison tour? Should I be getting some sort of royalties?"
"Oh, I got your royalties," Frank snarks, then focuses on the middle distance. "I see your luggage. Be right back."
Grant chuckles, and Gerard knocks their shoulders together as they watch Frank liberate Grant's bags. "We definitely get more people out here because of your books," Gerard tells him quietly.
"Really?" he asks.
Gerard nods. "Just a couple of weeks ago we had a group of spring break kids. One of them read the acknowledgements."
Grant can't help but be delighted. "You deserve it."
"I don't know. We sort of like not being busy."
Grant gapes at him. "That is a fucking lie, Gerard Way."
"Yeah, yeah." Gerard shrugs, grinning adorably. "But more time for... other things, you know?" His eyes flick back to Frank.
Grant laughs. "The two of you."
"The two of us what?" Frank asks when he walks up with Grant's luggage.
"I'm waiting to find out," Gerard says, twirling the jeep keys around a finger.
"Christ, fine. The two of you are fucking perfect for each other," Grant laughs. "But I think you're already very aware of that fact, aren't you?"
Frank grins. "We are. And we are very aware of how lucky we are." He leans in and kisses Gerard quickly and Grant just has to smile.
"You're not grilling me on my charts yet, I'm devastated," Grant continues. (27,670 words)]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone author:ohnoktcsk fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS fic:genre:AU activity:diving beings:ghosts beings:Grant.Morrison concept:ordinary.lives concept:supernatural occupation:small.business.owner occupation:writer relationship:established relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:handjob smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:beach/lake/ocean geography:Caribbean band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pov:Frank pov:Gerard pov:Grant.Morrison challenge:2013.BBB +length:long.20k-50k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-08 recced:2013-09 things:short.shorts
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jezrana: Lead Me Home
2013-09-07T20:36:53+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/942870
turloughQUOTE: Grant rings, and after a few moments Sarah appears in the doorway. "Please bring a tray up for our guest," Grant instructs. "Tea and toast, and perhaps some porridge?" He glances at Gerard, who nods. "And something for me, assuming you don't mind me joining you, Gerard."
Gerard smiles again. He has a lovely smile, and Grant wants to see it as often as possible. "Not at all."
When the trays come, Gerard sets into his with a good appetite, and Grant waits for him to pursue conversation or not, as he chooses. After a few minutes Gerard slows down, takes a sip of tea, and speaks.
"You've been so kind to me I feel as though we're friends already, and then I remember how little I know about you," he says. "I may not be able to help not knowing anything about myself, but at least I can learn more about you - would you tell me about yourself?"
"I don't make for a very fascinating subject, I'm afraid," Grant tells him. "I inherited this estate from my father. I have a sister, who lives with her husband a short distance away, but I live alone."
"And what do you do when you're not bringing strangers in from the moors and nursing them back to health?" Gerard asks.
"I look after the estate. I write - mostly idle musings, some poetry. I visit my sister or friends when I fear I'm becoming too much of a hermit and travel when I need a change of scenery." Grant gives a self-deprecating smile. "As I said, not terribly fascinating."
Gerard finishes off the last of his toast, wipes his mouth, and gives Grant a speculative look. "If we were characters in a novel, you'd have some terrible secret that I'd be bound to discover now," he says, a teasing note in his voice.
"Given the way you appeared out of nowhere under quite dramatic circumstances, I'm not so certain we're not characters in a novel," Grant replies. "But I've no terrible secrets to be discovered."
Gerard looks down with a faint, crooked smile. "Well, I suppose I provide all the drama we need." He looks back up, eyes searching Grant's face. "You really have no idea where I came from? There's nothing I said or did that gave any clue?"
Grant shakes his head. "Only things that seem far too general to be useful. I know by your accent that you're English. The clothes you were wearing were of good quality, and from our conversation so far you seem well-educated. We checked your clothing for things that might help identify you - a watch, a handkerchief, anything, but there was nothing."
Gerard sighs. "'Nothing' seems to be the theme here." He sits back in his chair, leaning his head against the cushion. "I lay awake for hours last night trying to remember something, anything."
"Give yourself time," Grant advises him.
"It seems I can't do anything else, can I?" Gerard replies, a sharp note in his voice, and then he sighs again. "I'm sorry."
Grant looks at him calmly. "You don't have to apologize to me, Gerard. If you need to be angry, be angry."
"I don't want to be angry," Gerard says tiredly. "To tell the truth, I'm struggling not to be terrified. Knowing that something bad happened to me, and still not being able to recall what - I just keep turning it over and over in my mind. And you've been so kind, but you're still a stranger, more or less, and right now I'm completely dependent on your kindness. It's... unsettling."
Grant leans across the distance between them, laying his hand gently on Gerard's forearm. "I made you a promise before," he says softly. "I'll make it again now. As long as you're a guest in my house, I will do everything in my power to make sure you're safe from harm. That includes giving you my hospitality for as long as you need it. You're right that we're still strangers, but I hope I can show myself to be worthy of your trust."
Gerard looks at Grant solemnly while he speaks, then drops his gaze with a faint smile. "I hope so as well," he says softly. "I should very much like for there to be something I can trust."
Grant smiles at him, pressing Gerard's arm gently before drawing back. Gerard lets out a sigh, tilting his head back again.
"I'm sorry, it's been very good talking with you," he says, "but I am a bit tired." (33,660 words)]]>
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tuesdaysgone: Lovers in Combat
2013-06-24T20:35:01+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/850805
turloughQUOTE: "We read the news," Frank puts in, earning himself a glare from Gerard.
"The news," Morrison - Grant - muses. "A stellar source of all the truth you could hope to make up. Well, some of it is true, anyway. There was a biofeedback implant. And it was most certainly released too soon, before all of the bugs had been worked out of it. The newspapers won't tell you how I was pressured into that decision, however."
"You resigned," Ray puts in. "Made you look sort of guilty."
"I took responsibility," Grant corrects. "Because it was my name on those chips, after all. My name on the building. I scuttled the company and retired, because I still could do that, at least. I kept working on the chips, though, because I believed in them. And I still do."
Frank looks over at Gerard, who is practically twitching out of his seat next to Frank on the couch, probably biting his tongue to hold back some sort of starry-eyed assurance that he believes in Grant too. "You two need some alone time?" he hisses in Gerard's ear.
"Fuck you," Gerard mumbles.
"That's getting around a bit," Frank comments. "But I'm game if he is." Gerard makes an incoherent noise in response and Frank smirks and tunes back into the conversation. Ray had kept asking questions about the chips, but Mikey is watching Frank and Gerard with narrowed eyes. Frank makes eye contact with Grant, who looks momentarily amused.
"I really don't understand what this has to do with us," Frank admits.
"Of course you don't," Grant replies. "I haven't gotten to the thrilling audiovisual portion of things yet." He smirks and reaches for the controller for the entertainment system, then taps a bit on his tablet. The large wall-mounted screen lights up, at first only displaying static, which Frank soon realizes is a vid-feed from some sort of small surveillance camera. It's showing a familiar setting - the interior of a typical UFC training ring, blocky mecha bodies lit up and waiting for their controllers. The podium is empty at first, but soon an indistinct figure steps up to the controls. It's no one Frank recognizes, and looking around at his teammates, he sees similar expressions on their faces. They're all waiting to see something unusual.
It doesn't take long. The second fighter steps up to his console, but he doesn't sit in the command chair like the first fighter had, just takes an easy stance by the board. He taps on his forearm and a gasp escapes Frank's throat as a blue-white glow coalesces around his arm. He hears gasps from the guys as well and realizes they are all probably drawing the same conclusions.
"No fucking way," Frank says, but the next few seconds of the vid prove him wrong, as the mechas roar to life in the background of the shot. The vid wavers for a few seconds, tilts crazily, and then cuts off.
"That's not possible," Ray adds, looking back at Grant. (25,960 words)]]>
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Had You Forgotten, Do You Remember?
2013-05-07T01:00:18+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/379470
turloughQUOTE: Grant gets to talking about everything - Gerard was right, a lot of them are comics characters in disguise - and if Gerard closed his eyes, he could almost imagine he's sitting next to the Grant of his time, except that this Grant, while he's got that same excitement and just, hunger for knowledge and thoughts and all of it, he has none of adult Grant's confidence. And Gerard remembers how it felt to be 18 and... well, scared.
"It's totally awesome," Gerard tells him. Grant frowns.
"Yes, well. It's nice you think so. One of the art schools I applied to already rejected me."
Gerard bites the inside of his cheek. He may not believe in the Butterfly Effect, but he's not about to tell Grant that he knows the rest of them will, too.
"I'm sorry," Gerard says. "But hey, applying to art schools means you're almost done here, right?"
"Can't happen soon enough if you ask me," Grant says, hunching his shoulders a little. "This place is a sty." He closes the portfolio and sets it on the floor.
This time, it's Gerard who reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Tell me."
"I hate everyone here, I can't… there's no way to meet anyone actually interesting, and the teachers are all incompetent. To start with," Grant says.
Gerard sighs. Teenagers' problems, it seems, are eternal. "You're - Grant, you're the smartest person I know. Maybe these people don't understand you. Maybe most people don't understand you. But people will, okay?"
"Do you?" Grant asks. There's a touch of mocking in his voice, and Gerard rolls his eyes.
"Yes," he answers emphatically. "Better than I understand almost everyone else in the world."
"Have you come to deliver a pep talk, then? Because it's a bit shit, isn't it, Yank?"
"Gerard," Gerard says again. "And I didn't try to come here at all. But I - now that I'm here, I'm glad. I wasn't lying or exaggerating when I said you're one of my best friends, you know. You're one of the most important people in my life. I'm glad to meet you now." Gerard just can't stop looking at him. Grant lets him.
"You're staring," Grant says after a few moments.
"Apparently I like looking at you no matter what year it is," Gerard says unthinkingly. (13,470 words)]]>
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Stairway to Heaven
2013-01-07T21:58:20+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/622177
turloughQUOTE: He wanders around for a while until a docent greets him hesitantly in Italian. Gerard's own Italian was never terribly good, but he responds as best he can. At the very least, the words are all the correct ones. Who knows how many rules of grammar he completely forgot, though.
Apparently his crappy grammar makes the docent laugh, and he agrees to show Gerard around. He mentions an earthquake multiple times, apologizing that so many areas of the basilica are closed. "But I can recommend the garden," he says.
Gerard is disappointed he can't explore the inside more thoroughly. There's something in there. Something important. He just knows. But he smiles and lets the docent lead him to the garden. It really is a lovely garden and when Gerard catches the docent checking the time, he asks if perhaps he can stay and pray. The docent nods and scurries back the way he led Gerard.
Gerard loses track of how long he spends in prayer, but when he opens his eyes he knows somehow that he'll see a little carved bird somewhere nearby. There's little alcove near him with a statue of Francis standing watch over the gardens. On the wall near the base is where Gerard finally sees it.
"I knew you'd be here," Gerard whispers. He kneels at the base of the statue and reaches out to touch the carving. The same pulse as in Paris happens, maybe even stronger, and this time he's not surprised. He closes his eyes and whispers a little prayer, "It started with you, I think. Maybe you can help?"
He opens his eyes and his vision swims. For a moment it's like he can see himself, kneeling at the foot of the statue. He turns, slowly, still on his knees, and sees a man standing in the middle of the garden. Not just a man - an unspeakably beautiful one. With wings. He looks around himself, a look of astonishment growing on his face. He looks back at Gerard.
"Who are you? How did I get here? Because I sure as hell didn't travel to Assisi in my sleep and I haven't been back here in over two hundred fucking years."
Gerard blinks. The double vision is worse now. He can see the the man - angel? he certainly doesn't sound like an angel - overlaid somehow, bizarrely, on his own shocked face. "Do you think I know? Do you think I know anything?" Then he pauses. "In your sleep?" he murmurs. "A dream, another dream."
"No, this isn't a fucking dream. I know dreams and I know visions. So since I'm not actually in Assisi this must be a vision. Your vision." And just like that, the man looks gravely concerned and his tone changes. "Are you all right? Do you need help? You must have called for my help."
"I didn't," Gerard whispers. "I mean, I didn't mean to, I didn't think... that anyone was listening."
"But I am," the angel says gently. "It doesn't take much to bring me if you really do need me."
"I'm not sure of anything," Gerard chokes out.
"Fuck," the angel says. "I'm sorry." Gerard's hands go into his hair.
"Why is this happening to me? I just want my fucking dreams back." (58,240 words)]]>
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rivers_bend: A Hero or a Grinder
2012-08-27T23:16:19+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/481059
turloughQUOTE: Gerard's eyes are wet when he turns them on Frank. "Hey," Frank says. "Are you alright?" Drunk like this, Gerard might be crying over a firefly, or the moon, or a song lyric, but shit's been a little weird lately, and Mikey did go off with a girl, and jesus what if Gerard is out here heartbroken over his fucking brother? Frank isn't sure he's ready to deal with that.
Gee just tips his head back, closes his eyes.
"Is it, is it Mikey?" Ready or not, Gerard's his... Gerard, and Frank's gonna do whatever it takes to look out for him.
"We stopped," Gerard says, voice wrecked worse than Frank's ever heard it. "We stopped, so you can't tell anyone. Please, Frankie. Please don't tell anyone."
And fuck. *Fuck*. Gerard's not crying over Mikey, he's crying over *him*. Or like. What he's afraid Frank's gonna do. "I wouldn't. Fuck! Gerard, I wouldn't. Not ever."
But Gerard's not even listening, is rocking his head on the back of the sofa, muttering, "It didn't hurt anyone. We never hurt anyone. We just sometimes. Sometimes..."
He sounds so broken, and Frank can't let him sound so broken. Dropping the bottle on the porch floor, he gathers Gerard in his arms and pulls him so his face is in Frank's neck. "Gerard," Frank says, squeezing his nape, trying to get through. "I know. He's happy, you're happy, we're all happy. No one's hurt here."
Gerard sniffs, nuzzles Frank a bit, takes several deep breaths. "I'm a little hurt," he murmurs after a while.
"Yeah," Frank says, stroking Gerard's hair. "I can see that."
While Gerard clings and Frank pets, Gerard's cigarette burns down between his fingers. When it's almost gone, Frank pries it away, takes the last puff. Because he also has feelings about littering, he stubs it out on his shoe and drops it in the vicinity of the bottle so he can take it inside later. "Did you stop because of me?" he asks softly, still petting Gee's hair, hoping that he's not going to make the dude cry again.
"He said you knew," Gerard says. "What if you went to the cops? What if you left us? We need you, Frank. Don't sound the same without you."
Frank can't tell if Gerard is just being overdramatic, or if he and Mikey get up to a lot more than holding hands and making out and Gee thinks Mikey told Frank more than he did. Not that it's any of his business. And not that it's anything to tell. "What am I gonna tell the cops? And what am I gonna leave for? You guys are fucking family to me, and I'd make out with either of you any time you wanted, so fuck that. Nothing wrong with kissing family." Frank's pretty sure the authorities would say it's not the same thing, but for all Frank knows, to Gerard and Mikey it is. He's not gonna fucking judge. "Hell. I'd even blow you. I'm not fucking leaving because you love your brother and he loves you back." (10,320 words)(also at http://rivers-bend.dreamwidth.org/13044.html )]]>
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jezrana: A Crack in the Sky
2012-07-17T23:07:17+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/455899
turloughQUOTE: Gerard never admits it to the others, but he actually kind of likes driving the graveyard shift. With a giant truck stop coffee in the cupholder, the radio turned low so it doesn't keep the others awake, and nothing but highway stretching out in front of him, he gets to this place that's a weird combination of wired and peaceful. He has to stay focused on driving, but after years of late night drives he can do that with part of his mind and let the rest wander.
It's always a good way to let himself work through things after finishing up a case, and after a case like this he needs it. He can still see the little girl's face in his mind. She'd gone missing years ago and had never been found. At least now her parents know what happened, though part of Gerard wishes he hadn't been the one saddled with the job of telling them. And the girl's at peace, finally. Gerard talked to her, let her rage at him - no, it wasn't fair, and no, he didn't understand why it had happened to her, either - and then sent her off into the dark, to face whatever came next.
He doesn't know what happens to them after that, if there's some kind of afterlife or just oblivion. None of the ghosts he's ever talked to have known, either. As far as Gerard can tell, no one who takes that final step ever comes back to tell about it.
Shit like this is why he doesn't drink anymore. He can imagine how last night would have gone if he did - a drink or two to unwind, then another to try and forget the dead child's face, and then another when that one didn't work, and so on. Better to just not let himself start.
His phone rings, shrill in the quiet, startling Gerard out of his thoughts. He grabs for it before it wakes someone up, and a flash of intuition tells him who it's going to be without even looking at the screen.
"Hey, Mikey," he says as he lifts the phone to his ear.
"Hey," Mikey says. He sounds tired. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
"Nah, I'm driving right now. Case is done, so we're on the way home. How's everything there?"
"Okay," Mikey says, but then adds, "I had a bad dream."
"Anything you want to talk about?" Gerard asks.
"Not much to talk about, really. Just... uneasiness. I was worried it might have something to do with your case; you didn't have any trouble, did you?"
"Not really," Gerard tells him. "I mean, it was a kid; those are always kind of rough. But she went pretty easy."
"Guess it's nothing, then," Mikey says, though he still sounds a little worried. "Just be careful on the road, okay?"
"Sure," Gerard assures him. "And I'll come see you once we're home, okay?"
"Sure." (54,860 words)(also at http://wordslinging.dreamwidth.org/22173.html )]]>
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: And I Will Be Your Goal
2012-07-05T17:02:15+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/441364
turloughQUOTE: Lady Thompson turns to Way. "He's going to be a horrible invalid, you know."
A look of utter dread crosses Way's face. "Oh *god*. I hadn't even thought that far ahead yet."
"I am sitting here, you realize?" Sir Grant asks somewhat petulantly. Frank knows it's partly in jest, but it's still an odd thing for Frank to see. But Sir Grant is clearly among loved ones, and his relaxed behavior reflects that.
Way eases himself down on the daybed beside Sir Grant and kisses his cheek. "You can't deny it, mon chaton."
Sir Grant leans against Way's shoulder. "I'm sure I'll be terrible," he says quietly. "May I pre-emptively beg for your patience, dearest?"
Frank once again feels like he's intruding on a very private moment and turns to look at the young brunette Frank is assuming is Miss Simmons, and at the young man.
"Mikey Way," he murmurs, and it all falls into place. He recalls that Mikey was a grade ahead of him in grammar school. Remembers him living just down the street and even playing with him a few times.
Mikey walks over and holds out his hand. "It's been a long time," he says.
Frank nods. "It has. I'd never have recognized you on the street."
"Neither would I have," Mikey replies. "Though I remembered your family business well enough to send Grant your way for his little listening project."
"So I am here at your instigation, Mr. Way." Frank pauses when Mikey grimaces.
"There are two of us, and I'm sure that would get desperately confusing. Please call me Mikey. Everyone else does. Though I suppose you are no longer going by Frankie." His tone is dry and flat, but there's a disarming sparkle in his eye.
"Frank will do," Frank replies with a smile.
The brunette nudges Mikey's arm with her fingertips, and he shakes himself a bit. "Frank Iero, Miss Alicia Simmons."
"Lady Thompson's aide," Miss Simmons adds.
"A pleasure," Frank tells her. He's beginning to be exceedingly confused about what exactly this motley group of people is up to. His confusion only increases when another soft rap on the door admits two rather large men in working-class garments.
"Ray Toro, James Dewees," Mikey tells Frank, pointing to each in turn. "This is Frank Iero," he tells them. "And that is the lot of us," he adds.
"Except for Becky," Miss Simmons comments.
"And the twins," Way adds from across the room. He's watching Frank and Mikey converse with a small furrow in his brow. Frank catches his eye again and looks away, discomfited.
"I don't remember your brother, Mikey Way," Frank murmurs. "Does he always glare so?"
Mikey doesn't say anything for a moment, then murmurs back, "Interesting."
"Interesting?"
"Gerard. He's - well, it's ultimately unimportant," Mikey adds. "What we are doing here requires a great deal of trust and respect, but neither of those require that he like you, or you him."
"How comforting. And I'd be more inclined to believe you if I knew what you were doing here," Frank gripes.
Miss Simmons overhears this; possibly she's also overheard the rest of the conversation, but she gives no outward sign. She does take the opportunity to call across the room, "Sir Grant, I do believe you'll drive this boy crazy if you don't explain our activities."
Immediately the conversation in the room quiets, and everyone looks at either Frank or Sir Grant. Sir Grant himself looks at Frank as well, and says, "It's quite simple, Frank, we're trying to bring down the government."
Frank laughs in disbelief. "Oh, is that all?" He catches a thunderous look on Way's face, but amusement on Sir Grant's. But Frank can't stop the laughter. It's entirely ridiculous. (71,610 words)(don't miss reflectedeve's art linked in the footer)]]>
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dear_monday: Blueprints For Building Better Boys
2012-03-15T17:03:18+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/357676
turloughQUOTE: "I'm not sick," croaks Frank, then coughs pathetically.
"I think you'll find you are," Amanda says, examining the printout on her clipboard. Janelle hooks her chin over Amanda's shoulder, her eyes skimming down the lines of code, and she winces.
"Wow," she murmurs. "That's one nasty Trojan you got there."
"You can repair him," says Mikey, handing Frank another handful of tissues. It isn't a question; if Janelle and Amanda can build androids, they can fix a Trojan.
"Sure, sure we can." Janelle's smile is her most reassuring one. "Don't worry, it probably hasn't been in there long enough to corrupt anything important. Probably."
"Wasn't worrying," snarks Frank. "Couldn't if I wanted to, because *someone* fucked my self-preservation protocol."
"Sorry," mumbles Gerard, turning the ice pack over to press the cold side to Frank's chest. They haven't run a full analysis yet, but it looks like Frank's central cooling system is pretty comprehensively broken.
Janelle has gone back to squinting at the sheet. "Seriously, Frank, how did you manage *that*? What were you downloading?"
"Nothing," Frank replies instantly. "Absolutely nothing. Just powered on yesterday morning and it was there. Just like that."
Amanda looks singularly unimpressed. "I'm going to add shitty liar to your notes. You do realize we only have to check your download history?"
"Nope. Already wiped it," says Frank smugly, and then his CPU catches up with his speech circuits. "...Oh." (7,210 words)]]>
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sneaky_sena: In My Blood like Holy Wine
2012-01-03T17:33:48+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/314865
turloughQUOTE: He heads over to a quiet little coffee shop in North Arlington that roasts its own beans. He likes their coffee and how quiet it is and how nobody minds if he sits at the same table for hours at a time.
He gets a large mug of Tanzanian Peaberry and settles down at a small table in the back corner. There are only two other people in the café. He tries to work on storyboard ideas but instead he draws Mikey. He draws Mikey on the couch watching TV, remote dangling from his hand. He tries to capture the way his shoulders curl forward and the way he always leans a little to the left, the way he's always got one foot tilted at an angle. He draws a close up of Mikey's face, his angular jaw and soft full mouth and sharp, gentle eyes. He draws Mikey in bed, nothing he's actually ever seen, just from his imagination. He draws him stretched out beneath a sheet, long limbs and sex hair, glasses on the bedside table, soft, welcoming smirk on his face.
"That's gorgeous," says someone at his elbow. Gerard looks up to see the girl from behind the counter holding a pot of coffee in her hand. "Refill?" she asks.
"Oh, yeah, thanks," he whispers. He thinks he's probably blushing from getting caught drawing something so intimate. He flips back a few pages, wanting to hide Mikey's body from sight, and as she refills his mug, the girl says, "The same guy, right?"
He looks down at an old drawing he'd done months before of Mikey playing the bass with his head tipped low, eyes closed, feet spread. "Um, yeah. It is."
She's got dreadlocks and bright green eyes and freckles across her nose. He can smell her body a little bit; it's nothing bad, just like maybe she doesn't believe in using chemical deodorants. He wonders if she shaves her pits. It's maybe a weird thing to find sexy, women with pit hair, but Gerard does. He thinks about flirting with her. She's pretty and he needs to just fucking move on, start living in reality, actually date someone so he can get over his stupid Mikey infatuation.
She says, "Your boyfriend, right?"
"I, um," says Gerard. "Yeah." He says it because he wants it to be true. He says it because he doesn't want the pretty, hippie barista to know he's a fucking loser that nobody loves. He says it because he likes to lie.
"I could tell just from the way you draw him. Like he's precious to you."
Gerard nods and looks back at the picture. He'd drawn it before anything had started, before he'd let himself believe that anything could happen. But Mikey's always been precious to him. (15,760 words)(also at http://bandomstuffsit.livejournal.com/23361.html )]]>
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creepylicious: Ways Plus One
2011-11-14T16:57:21+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/396587
turloughQUOTE: The thing is that Frank just can't ignore it after the thing with Pete. He wonders how far the whole sharing goes. It makes Frank a bit crazy.
"Okay," he says at breakfast. Mikey looks bleary eyed at him. His hair a mess and clutching the coffee like a lifeline. Gerard is hopefully showering Frank thinks absentmindedly.
"It's too early for whatever it is, Frank."
"There is never a good time for asking these questions, but it makes me crazy."
"Oh," Mikey says, draining his mug and pouring another. "This is about me and Gerard sharing everything."
Frank nods. "I just, do you like," he waves his hand.
"Have threesomes?"
"Yeah," Frank sighs.
"Yeah."
"Okay," Frank says.
"You are weird out."
"Yeah. I though, you know you sleep with person A, he sleeps with person A, but I didn't think you were sleeping together with Person A."
"Person A, really?" Mikey mocks gently.
"Whatever," Frank says.
"Are you okay?"
Frank nods, but he has truly no idea. (1,710 words)(also at http://anon-lovefest.livejournal.com/66241.html?thread=9642689#t9642689 )]]>
author:creepylicious fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory relationship:UST relationship:poly relationship:Waycest smut:blowjob smut:threesome setting:on.tour setting:on.break tour:2005.Warped band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2011-11 recced:2011-11 fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study pairing:Gerard/Mikey/Pete(secondary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)
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https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:6780ea66b04f/
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Heights Don't Phase Me (OT3 'verse outtake)
2011-10-25T14:53:04+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/266862
turloughQUOTE: Grant's telling a story that apparently requires several tangents, and Frank's trying really hard to listen, but he keeps getting distracted by the way Grant's touching Gerard's hair absently, running his fingers through it, pulling it back off his face. And Gerard is clearly just basking, which makes Frank smile. He focuses back in on Grant's words for a moment, until Grant's fingers hit a snarl and tug and Gerard can't hold back the little moan he makes.
Grant keeps petting him soothingly, and Frank watches intently. Then Grant very slowly twists another strand around his fingers and tugs, deliberately this time. Gerard moans again and bites his lip. Frank pushes at Sinatra until he gets off the chair. Grant goes back to his gentle petting for a minute, and then does it again. Yes. Frank knew this was coming. He grins to himself, but just gets up and walks into the other room to let the dogs out, then comes back and sits on the arm of the couch. "You having fun, babe?" Frank asks mildly, running the backs of his fingers over Grant's scalp.
"You cut yours off, Frank," he answers. "What am I to do but enjoy the variety?"
"You like my hair short," Frank says. He runs his hand over his head as he says it. It’s still new enough that it feels a bit surreal.
"I do," Grant answers, leaning into Frank's touch. "Very much." Gerard makes a pathetic little noise and Grant laughs. "Frank distracted me, love." He starts moving his hands again, wrapping chunks of hair around his fingers and tugging, gently massaging Gerard's scalp. (3,410 words)]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse beings:Grant.Morrison relationship:established relationship:poly smut:hairpulling smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:threesome geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2011-10 recced:2011-10 fic:category:slash fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)
https://pinboard.in/
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:b55ec0ecff1e/
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Meltdown (OT3 'verse outtake)
2011-09-26T15:01:19+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/256323
turloughQUOTE: And then it hits him; he's going to be spending the next several *hours* like this. That's what Frank wants, what *Grant* wants. And he's done it before, but never in public. Never where he was required to talk and be coherent and somewhat professional. "*Fuck*," he moans again. But he does as he's told. He gets up, slips his clothes back on, feeling the plug with every single movement. Feeling them watch every single movement.
Frank steps close enough to take Gerard's face between his hands and kisses him, softly and really fucking thoroughly, and says, "Make me proud, baby." Grant draws Frank away and kisses him, and then curls a hand around the back of Gerard's neck and says, "Show me how good you can be."
Gerard can be good. Gerard will be good.
Driving to Meltdown is the most exquisite torture. Every bump, every turn, even just the thrum of the wheels on smooth pavement feels more intense. Gerard has to breathe through his nose nearly the whole time, sure that the next moment, next breath will mean coming. He catches a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror and he's astounded at his own reflection. He's bright red and sweating a little and he looks - "Grant," he breathes. "Grant, I -"
Grant changes the subject smoothly, asking Frank when he thinks Ray, Mikey, and Alicia will arrive. Gerard swallows against a dry throat and clutches his notebook tighter.
They pull up behind the shop and Gerard is really fucking grateful for the tinted windows, because there's a pretty big line and he is not at all mentally prepared for that many people yet. Thank god there's still enough time before the Q&A that they can hide in the back room for a little while.
Getting out of the car makes Gerard gasp. He can't help it. Fuck, he has to get control of his reactions. "Easy, babe," Frank whispers to him, rubbing his shoulder. It doesn't really help. Being touched really, really doesn't fucking help. (3,620 words)]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse activity:interview beings:Grant.Morrison concept:polyamory occupation:writer relationship:established relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:vehicle.sex smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:on.break tour:2011.Honda.Civic geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard posted:2011-09 recced:2011-09 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k smut:sex.toys fic:category:slash fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:2400292f7381/
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desfinado: Heart On
2011-08-28T22:18:07+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/259252
turloughQUOTE: "This squirrely motherfucker and his goddamn girlfriend left the bar in Madrid without telling anyone. And *I* had to find them because I apparently lost my mind and decided to be My Chem's European babysitter for a month, in a shitty van for no fucking pay," Bob begins.
Frank starts to laugh. He *remembers* this one.
"I spent half an hour walking around downtown Madrid, and was actually at the point of *telling a cop* that I was looking for 'dos hombres, muchos cervezas'," Bob mimes drinking and then, apparently, Frank's short height, "when we hear this noise. We turn around and there they are, giggling like fucking schoolgirls, stumbling down the street and holding hands... and then they tripped on the curb and fell into a huge-ass puddle."
Frank is laughing so hard he can't breathe, clutching at Dewees' arm.
Bob rolls his hoodie sleeves up, really getting into it. "I walk over to them... and I had no fucking clue if being drunk in public was a *criminal fucking offence* there and if Brian was going to have my goddamn ass in the morning when his singer and guitarist woke up in a Spanish jail, so I was *trying* to wave the cop away and talk to Frank and Gerard like everything was perfectly normal, just get them on their feet and back to the van."
He pauses.
"By the time we got to them, Gerard's pants were down and Frank was *giving him a handjob*. In the motherfucking *puddle*," the crew starts laughing so hard that Bob has to raise his voice, "in the middle of the street," Frank is actually choking on his beer at this point, "in *Spain*."
"Holy fucking shit," Quinn says, hugging Bob from behind. "And we thought *we* had broken you in."
"And then I joined their band," Bob sighs. "I need to see a fucking shrink." (13,290 words)]]>
author:desfinado fandom:Bandom activity:drinking activity:drug.use activity:performing concept:stagegay things:memories relationship:friendship smut:blowjob smut:bondage smut:frottage smut:handjob smut:fucking smut:public.sex smut:threesome smut:masturbation setting:on.tour time:early.days tour:2005.Taste.of.Chaos tour:2007.Project.Revolution band:My.Chemical.Romance band:The.Bled band:The.Used pov:Frank challenge:2011.BBB posted:2011-08 recced:2011-08 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.10k-20k fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:fluff pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mike.P(secondary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:f4cec24e789e/
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dapatty & s0ckpupp3t: While I'm Still Young and Horny
2011-08-28T21:23:09+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/245404
turlough
author:dapatty author:s0ckpupp3t fandom:Bandom activity:performing activity:interview relationship:poly relationship:established relationship:brothers relationship:Waycest relationship:d/s smut:blowjob smut:bondage smut:fucking smut:groupsex smut:handjob smut:phone.sex smut:rimming smut:shower.sex smut:threesome setting:on.tour tour:2011.World.Contamination geography:US:New.Jersey geography:US:Dallas band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank pov:Gerard pov:Mike.P pov:Mikey pov:Ray challenge:2011.BBB posted:2011-08 recced:2011-08 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.20k-50k smut:gangbang fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff fic:genre:PWP pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary) pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) pairing:Ray/Christa(secondary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:ae5b5dafd72e/
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Half Of Something Else
2011-08-21T20:49:59+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/241411
turloughQUOTE: "Grant Morrison's office, Frank speaking," Frank says into the phone as he leans over Grant to grab a pen. Grant leans back to give him room and can't seem to take his eyes off the scorpion on Frank's neck. Frank places the pen in Grant's hand and Grant forces his eyes to Frank's. Frank sets a stack of papers in front of him, covers the mouthpiece of the phone and whispers, "Sign these."
Frank turns his attention back to the phone, "No. No, Mr. Morrison is not interested in... I don't know where you got your information, but it's wrong. You'll have to send an email about charity-related requests. No, that's *my* policy because it's easier to check that your charity is legit when I have all the pertinent information in front of me. No I'm not trying to be difficult. Mr. Morrison is a busy man and he doesn't need his time wasted with fanboys trying to use a fake charity to get an autograph. Send an email, and I'll look into it and he may donate something."
Grant holds in a chuckle and signs the spots Frank indicated with sticky notes. Frank complains about doing so much internet research all the time, but Grant's favorite moments to surprise Frank are when he's wearing the reading glasses he tends to avoid, grinning faintly as he types away. He'd compared himself to Jason Todd, once; Grant thinks there's a healthy strain of Barbara Gordon hidden away in his compact frame as well.
It's clear to Grant after only a few weeks that Frank doesn't really realize how much more smoothly everything in Grant's life has been going since he started. Of course he wouldn't, because he wasn't there before. Email is being answered in a timely fashion; meetings are being set up without hiccups, and none have had to be rescheduled because Grant wrote down a prior engagement in another spot. It seems simple, but Grant had to do it by himself for months between all the short-lived previous assistants, and it was truly the winter of his discontent.
He's learned, through the whole ordeal, not to take anyone at face value. The last two assistants had been clean-cut young professionals, and they'd lasted no longer than a week or two apiece; somehow despite all their stellar resume items they'd been lacking in some nebulous thing required to do the job. Grant's pretty sure it was the capacity to deal with *him*. Trent's a good friend and Grant hadn't really expected he would send someone totally unfit for the job, but when Frank had walked in the door, wide eyes contrasting with the wild tattoos and the little punk snarl he couldn't quite turn off, he'd had Grant's full attention immediately, although it had been Frank's dismissive little "You need a superhero" that had truly clinched him the job. Grant's pretty sure he's found one. Everyone Grant works with seems to think so too, and Grant doesn't let them forget it; he's always on the phone telling people, "No, you have to talk to Frank, he's the captain of this ship."
Frank always seems to blush every time he hears it, which is disarming in ways Grant finds rather inconvenient, and which he tries to ignore. Grant's friends all comment on how he's much better balanced recently, in a tone which suggests it's some sort of miracle. They're not entirely wrong. Somehow, in the space of a month or two, Frank's got him eating and sleeping on a regular schedule too.
Grant's pretty sure that isn't a normal part of the job description, but then again, what the hell does he know? (58,890 words)]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS beings:Grant.Morrison concept:ordinary.lives concept:art concept:polyamory condition:illness band:My.Chemical.Romance things:comics things:Gerard's.platinum.hair occupation:personal.assistant occupation:writer occupation:artist/designer relationship:friendship relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:handjob smut:fucking smut:threesome smut:double.penetration setting:convention geography:US:Los.Angeles geography:UK:Scotland geography:US:San.Diego geography:US:New.York pov:Frank pov:Gerard pov:Grant.Morrison posted:2011-08 recced:2011-08 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.50k-100k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary) con:2006.ComicCon
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:d8549a92cb7b/
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tuesdaysgone: Permanent Ink (OT3 'verse outtake)
2011-08-01T16:06:50+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/228346
turloughQUOTE: "Lie down," Grant says. "Pull the covers down first." Gerard follows instructions. The sheets are very white, Gerard's skin only somewhat less so. Grant's wearing a black pinstriped suit and when he goes for the top button of the jacket, Frank says quietly, "Leave it on," to Grant, who nods in response.
Frank has already stripped off his own shirt, and the camera is heavy and somewhat cool when he loops the strap around his neck and lets it fall against his chest. He walks around the room turning more lights on while Grant kneels on the mattress beside Gerard. He circles the bed, seeing it all through the shutter, in full technicolor glory whenever he lets the camera drop.
Grant's freckled knuckles wrapped around Gerard's forearm. The black marker tracing a thick, wet "C" over smudged ink.
Grant shifts, and Frank shifts with him. Black sleeve against pale skin, a delicate arabesque bleeding along Gerard's collarbone. Tiny skeletons marching down the cage of Gerard's ribs like the cover of Black Parade. The camera sees it all. Frank sees their faces, Gerard flushed and panting, moaning and squirming when the ink tickles along his side. Grant watching hawklike, possessive of every inch of skin he touches. (1,770 words)]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse activity:photography beings:Grant.Morrison concept:art occupation:writer things:tattoos relationship:established relationship:poly smut:threesome smut:handjob tour:2011.World.Contamination geography:UK:London band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2011-07 recced:2011-07 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k smut:drawing.on.body fic:category:slash fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) activity:drawing.on.body
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:8a47b05a7b53/
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*anonymous: Among Wolves
2011-07-17T19:46:32+00:00
http://anon-lovefest.livejournal.com/62672.html?thread=9287120#t9287120
turlough
author:*anonymous fandom:Bandom activity:performing concept:ordinary.lives concept:dystopia concept:rebellion occupation:musician occupation:rebel relationship:established relationship:poly smut:threesome smut:fucking setting:bar/club setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard posted:2011-07 recced:2011-07 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:PWP pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Gerard/Party.Poison(primary) pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary) pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(secondary) universe:Danger.Days
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:e24fcc070d31/
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creepylicious: (Ich Will Brennen) Auch Wenn Danach Nur Kalte Asche Ãœbrig Ist
2011-07-17T19:36:35+00:00
http://anon-lovefest.livejournal.com/62278.html?thread=9247814#t9247814
turlough
author:creepylicious fandom:Bandom activity:performing concept:ordinary.lives concept:dystopia concept:rebellion occupation:rebel occupation:musician relationship:brothers relationship:Waycest relationship:established relationship:poly smut:threesome setting:bar/club setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance posted:2011-07 recced:2011-07 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k pov:Kobra.Kid fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Kobra.Kid/Party.Poison(primary) universe:Danger.Days
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:6a53285d08b5/
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ladyfoxxx: James Cameron Got It Wrong (Time Travel 'verse 2)
2011-07-05T17:20:34+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/214795
turloughQUOTE: Frank's completely confused now, but Gerard is moving faster than Frank's seen him go in his life, so he doesn't question it. He just shoves his legs into the cargos and pulls on the fucking ugly t-shirt. He can hear Gerard next door, doing something that seems to require a fair amount of banging and sliding metal.
The blaring strains of what Frank's pretty certain is 'Candyman' shut off abruptly and then the strange, older, red-haired version of Frank's lead singer is back in the room. He's got a gun holster strapped to his thigh now, which holds a gun that looks like the one the other Frank had except it's bright yellow instead of bright green. Frank can't help staring at it. Fuck, everyone's packing these days?
"We gotta run," Gerard says breathlessly picking up a tangle of brown leather from the floor and strapping it around Frank's chest with efficient hands. It's a shoulder holster. He shoves the bright green gun into it and hands Frank the boots he didn’t get a chance to put on. "Now." His voice is breathless and completely serious. He grabs Frank's wrist and rushes for the door.
Frank's momentarily blinded by the sun when they make it outside. It's so fucking bright. When he can finally focus, all he sees is sand - sand for miles, hot under his bare feet - with sparse vegetation and not much else. He snatches a backwards glance, barely getting an eyeful of the old gas station they've just run out of - broken windows and empty shelves, derelict rusted-out pumps - before they turn a corner and there's a Trans Am parked in front of them, a bright streak of colour in the faded, dusty surroundings.
Gerard drops Frank's wrist, running for the driver's door, shouting, "Get in!"
Frank scrambles for the passenger door as Gerard starts the engine and guns it. Frank's ass hits the too-hot leather and the car's in motion before he's even gotten the door closed all the way.
They're speeding toward the horizon over sand and dust, going faster than Frank can calculate without any road markings to guide him. [...]
"Gee." Frank's voice raises high with panic, because coming up behind them are two motorcycles, glaring white in the bright sunlight, the riders dressed in white from head to toe and wearing masks.
"I see them," Gerard says, his voice eerily calm over the growling engine, which revs louder as he shifts up a gear. "Switch places with me."
"What?" Frank startles, staring at Gerard.
"Take the wheel," Gerard says, his voice a demand as he scoots forwards in the seat. "I need you to drive. *Now*, Frank." [...] Then, like some kind of fucking action film, Gerard slides across the seat, sticking his torso through the passenger window and firing, both guns blazing, toward the motorcyclists behind them.
Frank glances into the rear-view mirror in time to see one of the bikes weave, a spot of red appearing in the bright white of his clothes. Almost like it's in slow motion, he watches the bike pitch sideways and slide across the sand, the rider spilling off and hitting the ground hard. Harder than anyone could survive. Holy fuck. (57,530 words)(also at http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/51540.html )
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author:ladyfoxxx fandom:Bandom universe:Time.Travel.verse activity:car.chase activity:gun.fights activity:stealing activity:time.travel activity:killing/murder beings:draculoids concept:apocalypse concept:dystopia concept:rebellion concept:alternate.world concept:violence things:tattoos things:Gerard's.red.hair occupation:rebel relationship:friendship relationship:UST relationship:established relationship:brothers smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:handjob smut:threesome setting:on.tour setting:desert tour:2005.Taste.of.Chaos geography:US:California geography:myth:Battery.City band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank challenge:2011.BBB posted:2011-06 recced:2011-07 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.50k-100k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:character.study pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Frank(primary) pairing:Frank/Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary) universe:Danger.Days
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:e38063f2a788/
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Hold On Tight and Don't Look Back (OT3 'verse 8)
2011-07-05T16:32:58+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/217846
turloughQUOTE: "So?" Frank asks. Johnny wanders in and rubs up against Frank's legs before hopping in his lap. Frank pets him absently, eyes fixed on Gerard.
"I don't know, he's focused and twitchy and I'm surprised he's eating at all, but clearly he's at least eating toast. He said to make ourselves at home. It's hard to read him. I can't tell if we'd bother him if we went in there with him, or what." Gerard sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He tucks his feet under Frank's thigh and reaches out to let Johnny sniff his fingers. "I just have no idea how he works or what he needs from us and I wish I did."
"The way I see it," Frank says, wrapping his free hand around Gerard's ankle and squeezing, "he asked us to be here, so he's expecting at least some kind of distraction every once in a while. If we bother him, he can ask us to stop."
"Yeah." Gerard sighs again.
They sit like that until the coffee is gone. Johnny even lets Gerard pet him a little bit before they're through. There are a few more hours until practice and Frank disappears toward the bedrooms. Gerard follows quietly a few moments later.
"Hey," he hears from Grant's office.
"Frank. Good morning, darling." Grant sounds distracted, but also genuinely happy to see Frank.
There's the quiet sound of a kiss and then Frank asks, "D'you mind if I sit here and read?"
"Not at all," Grant answers and Gerard hears Frank settle down somewhere. Then the only further sounds he hears are the sound of the keyboard and the periodic turning of pages from Frank.
Gerard goes back out to the dining room, where he can set up his laptop on the glass table. He has his own scripts to work on. And he does, getting so immersed that hours pass, and only the sound of clinking silverware from the kitchen rouses him. He looks up; it's Frank making sandwiches. Frank sees him looking and gestures to the food. Gerard nods. Frank brings him one of the plates and then disappears down the hall, reappearing several minutes later without the other plate but also without Grant.
"He wouldn't take a break," Frank says as he sits down with his own food. "He's been typing ever since I've been in there. He's got like eight books open on the desk. I didn't ask."
Gerard hums. "Maybe later he will," he offers, peeling a strip of crust off his bread and chewing on it. Frank just gives him a look that says, We'll see.
When it's time to leave for practice, Gerard ducks into the bedroom to look for his phone charger, and Frank goes back into the office. When he peeks in the door, Grant is tugging Frank into his lap, and Frank is straddling his hips and leaning in for a kiss. "Is that office-appropriate behavior?" Gerard teases from the doorway.
"Aren't I lucky to not work a proper office job?" Grant counters. (29,840 words)]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse activity:drug.use beings:animals.dogs beings:animals.cats beings:Grant.Morrison concept:art concept:polyamory occupation:writer things:comics holiday:New.Years relationship:established relationship:poly relationship:marriage smut:blowjob smut:handjob smut:fucking smut:bondage smut:shower.sex smut:threesome setting:on.break setting:on.tour tour:2011.World.Contamination geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard pov:Frank pov:Grant.Morrison posted:2011-07 recced:2011-07 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.20k-50k smut:sex.toys smut:blindfold fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:fluff pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) geography:Asia:Japan
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:034b344e6c02/
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dapatty & s0ckpupp3t: Blaming Frank
2011-06-19T21:44:42+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/212082
turlough
author:dapatty author:s0ckpupp3t fandom:Bandom things:memories things:Gerard's.red.hair relationship:friendship relationship:brothers relationship:poly relationship:Waycest smut:blowjob smut:finger.fucking smut:fucking smut:threesome smut:public.sex smut:exhibitionism relationship:d/s smut:bondage smut:groupsex smut:shower.sex setting:on.tour tour:2011.World.Contamination geography:UK band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard pov:Frank pov:Mikey pov:Ray challenge:2011.BBB posted:2011-06 recced:2011-06 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.20k-50k smut:gangbang fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff fic:genre:PWP pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary) pairing:Mikey/Alicia(secondary) pairing:Ray/Christa(secondary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:d45538b90320/
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Sing It From the Heart (OT3 'verse 7)
2011-04-10T21:56:37+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/186924
turloughQUOTE: Later, after Frank's eaten his fill of whole-grain pasta and listened to Grant explain something about quantum theory and magic, it still feels normal. It's Grant that makes it all feel normal, because it's all normal for him to discuss physics over dinner, share a bottle of 18-year single-malt on the deck overlooking the canyon and talk about the Justice League, and then go to bed with two guys practically half his age. Or, well. With them. There had better not be any other guys half Grant's age hanging around his bedroom, Frank thinks jealously and then chuckles to himself; apparently it's really good whiskey, because that was not a 100% sober thought. Grant shoots him an inquiring look. Frank shrugs. "Just a random thought," he says.
"What's the rule, Frankie?" Gerard chides him teasingly. "You're not allowed to have those and not share."
"That rule was for *you*, Gerard," Frank shoots back. "Platinum-white hair ringing a bell?"
"Bookworm tattoo," Gerard reminds him.
"I'm sorry, how long did it take you to notice that? And you like it."
"You have a lot of tattoos! And it's not like you put your fingers together and said 'Look at my bookworm tattoo, Gerard.' I thought they were just symbols. Also, I like you."
"You'd better."
Grant laughs. "Is this likely to go on longer?"
"Sorry, Grant," Frank says, "our rock star lifestyle is mostly racking up frequent flier miles and bickering." He shuffles closer to Grant and tips his head against Grant's arm.
"Random thought," Grant reminds him.
"Oh! It was nothing, really, just - imagining what I'd do to the other guys hanging around your bedroom door."
Grant laughs, sounding startled. "There's no one hanging round my bedroom door, Frank."
"Good," Frank says, nuzzling closer. "Because I'm a little drunk, and Gerard's really no good in a fight."
"Gerard," Frank hears Grant say over his head, "did Frank just threaten to duel for my favor?"
"It sounded that way, yes," Gerard replies. Frank knows what Gerard sounds like when he's choking back laughter, and he flips him off without looking in that direction. (28,750 words)(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/7893.html )]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse activity:performing beings:Grant.Morrison beings:animals.dogs beings:animals.cats things:fur.coat concept:polyamory occupation:writer things:comics relationship:established relationship:poly relationship:friendship smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:threesome smut:frottage smut:shower.sex smut:handjob smut:voyeurism setting:on.break setting:on.tour tour:2010.Radio.Christmas.Shows geography:US:Los.Angeles geography:US:New.York geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank pov:Gerard posted:2011-04 recced:2011-04 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.20k-50k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:78231266edfc/
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: You've Got To See What Tomorrow Brings (Sing It For the Boys Remix) (OT3 'verse 2)
2011-02-27T17:44:32+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/186930
turloughQUOTE: It's slow and devastating, and he's so fucking gone it's not funny. This is not a first kiss. This is Gerard, silently offering Grant everything he has, anything he wants, before he remembers.
Frank reminds him, with the soft click of a lock and the deliberate clearing of his throat. It's not about him, it's about them. They haven't invited anyone to join them in a long time, though, and it's been even longer since it was someone Gerard cared about. And he cares about this, so desperately, and he's fucking up already by not fucking waiting. He bites his lip; this is Frank's decision. Gerard gave up his right to decide a long time ago, but he's not above begging Frank with his eyes.
He sneaks a look at Grant, who's pulled away - Gerard will admit he let out a little whine when that happened - and is now wearing a careful, challenging little smirk. Frank is teasing, licking his lips and throwing a little swagger into his step as he comes closer. Gerard's lips part; Frank will kiss him, he'll be forgiven for jumping the gun, and -
Frank sidesteps him and stretches to kiss Grant. His tattooed hand against the wool and ruffles of Grant's chest is obscenely gorgeous, and so is Grant's hand wrapped around the nape of Frank's neck, and Gerard knows his mouth is hanging open but he does not care. Frank's got a little grin playing around his mouth as he turns to Gerard, which turns to a frown as Gerard stops him with a gentle shove back. "What the fuck?" he says.
"The costumes," Gerard rushes to say. "I mean, what's a little dirt, right, but if they get ripped Colleen will murder me, and Grant -" He waves a hand. "He can't get that costume dirty - not that I think that -" He cuts himself off, knowing he's babbling in a completely revealing manner, and pulls his own jacket off, turning to hang it on the garment rack with the rest of the costume pieces. He can feel his face turning a little red. (5,110 words)]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse activity:film.making beings:Grant.Morrison relationship:established relationship:friendship relationship:UST smut:blowjob smut:rimming smut:fucking smut:threesome time:Danger.Days.promo geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard posted:2011-02 recced:2011-02 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:slash fic:form:remix fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:aa0ede3fdfb7/
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Hide Your Eyes We're Gonna Shine Tonight (OT3 'verse 5)
2011-02-06T20:07:35+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/186915
turloughQUOTE: When Grant arrives at the restaurant that night, a few minutes after them, Gerard has to grab Frank's hand. Because otherwise there is just no fucking way he could stop himself from giving everyone in the room a show. Frank's little intake of breath at the sight of Grant is enough to tell Gerard that Frank knows exactly how he feels. It's just - he looks so fucking good. He's in one of his suits and has on this bright, bold tie that Gerard wants to grab hold of and use to pull Grant to him. Or maybe watch Frank do it, watch Frank do what he said he wanted when he was on the phone to Grant on his birthday.
"That's fucking cheating," Frank whispers in his ear. Grant catches his eye and yes, that is definitely a smirk. He knows exactly what he's doing to them.
"Since when do either of us play fair?" Gerard whispers back, then pulls Frank in for a kiss. It isn't until he feels the hand curling around the curve of his ass and pulling him close that he sees the flaw in this plan. He should know better than to even suggest the word "competition" to Frank. At least not in public. Gerard's not - well, god knows he's a bit of an exhibitionist on stage, but that's on stage, not in a swanky restaurant in Soho. With Ray, James, Pedicone, and his brother and sister-in-law three feet away. Okay, so that part's not much different, but still. It's gonna be an interesting evening.
Their table isn't ready yet and they're all waiting in the noisy bar, which ups the stakes considerably, because it means that Grant can set a hand on his shoulder, lean close under the guise of conversation. "How was your day?" he asks. It's such an innocent question, but the tone... Gerard can't help the shiver that goes down his spine.
"It was long and I'd have rather just stayed in bed, but it was good." Gerard tilts his head and widens his eyes.
Grant smirks at him and turns to Frank. "And how are you feeling?"
"Like I'm ready to make the most of our last real night in London," Frank answers. And licks his lips. Gerard pretty much has to kiss him again. And with Grant this close, he hears the little whoosh of breath Grant expels at the sight of them.
"What've you been up to without me to bother you all day?" Frank asks.
"Wishing you were there to bother me, actually," Grant answers with a pointed look. Frank has the good grace to look abashed and Gerard squeezes his hand. "But since that wasn't possible, I went down to my favorite pub, found a nice spot in the corner and wrote for most of the day."
"The same thing you were writing yesterday?" Frank asks.
"Yes, that. I made quite a bit of progress. Apparently I was inspired." Grant's lips quirk into a smirk again. (17,820 words)(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/7385.html )]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse beings:Grant.Morrison beings:animals.dogs holiday:Thanksgiving concept:polyamory occupation:writer relationship:established relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:rimming smut:handjob smut:threesome setting:on.tour setting:on.break tour:2010.World.Contamination geography:UK:London geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Bert/Gerard(past) pov:Gerard pov:Frank posted:2011-01 recced:2011-02 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.10k-20k fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:4d6745073afe/
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creepylicious: Share a Poison Apple
2011-01-30T21:58:37+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/218055
turlough
author:creepylicious fandom:Bandom concept:ordinary.lives concept:dystopia concept:rebellion occupation:rebel relationship:established relationship:poly relationship:Waycest relationship:UST smut:finger.fucking smut:pain.kink smut:threesome setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Show.Pony posted:2011-01 recced:2011-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study pairing:Gerard/Mikey/Show.Pony(primary) pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(secondary) universe:Danger.Days
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:c43a57feb434/
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pikasafire: Desert
2011-01-10T00:39:00+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/231197
turlough
author:pikasafire fandom:Bandom concept:ordinary.lives concept:dystopia concept:rebellion occupation:rebel relationship:established relationship:poly relationship:Waycest smut:blowjob smut:threesome smut:exhibitionism smut:voyeurism setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Mikey posted:2011-01 recced:2011-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary) universe:Danger.Days
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:65f74602c599/
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creepylicious: Word/Picture
2011-01-10T00:08:22+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/250069
turlough
author:creepylicious fandom:Bandom concept:ordinary.lives concept:art concept:story.within.a.story concept:polyamory things:comics occupation:small.business.owner occupation:artist/designer relationship:brothers relationship:UST relationship:Waycest relationship:poly smut:frottage smut:handjob smut:masturbation smut:threesome setting:shop band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Mikey pov:Gerard pov:Pete challenge:2010.Bandom.Stuffs.It posted:2010-12 recced:2011-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k things:graffitti fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study pairing:Gerard/Mikey/Pete(primary) pairing:Gerard/Pete(primary) pairing:Mikey/Pete(primary) universe:Danger.Days
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:4139f5affad5/
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: The Devil's Got Your Number Tonight (OT3 'verse 3)
2010-12-26T22:48:54+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/186904
turloughQUOTE: Grant rubs a thumb lightly over Gerard's lipsticked mouth, "We can't waste this just yet." He puts his hands on Gerard's hips and moves his mouth to Gerard's neck. He goes straight to Gerard's sensitive spots and Gerard moans, tipping his head back. Grant moves his hands under the skirt and pulls Gerard's hips flush against his own. "So hard already," he says. "You love this, don't you?"
Of course Gerard loves this, dressing up and painting himself, wearing his own creation. Frank thinks it's a little bit of a control thing, like Frank's tattoos, like the words Gerard likes to write on his skin. It's a little extra distance, that's all; he's not less himself, he's more himself, and Frank knows Grant understands that. Thinks maybe that's why this is happening now.
Then he hears his own name. "Look at Frank," Grant's saying to Gerard. "Look at him watching you."
"Us," Gerard corrects. "He's watching both of us." He is, of course, even though there is a distressing amount of clothing on both of them. "The sudden patience is unlike you, though," Gerard says, addressing Frank directly this time.
"I'm admiring the view," he says, echoing Grant deliberately, trying for a bit of the burr. "The view needs less clothing."
Gerard tugs out of Grant's arms, comes over to crawl up the mattress and hover over Frank. "Then make yourself useful," he teases. Frank sits up underneath him, forcing Gerard to lean back and settle himself onto Frank's lap, and he steadies Gerard's hips before moving his hands to the buttons of the blazer.
"Gonna undo your hard work," he grins. "You okay with that?" He gets the last button open, pushes the jacket off Gerard's shoulders. It hits the floor with a soft thump. The shirt underneath is some sort of drapey, silky thing, and Frank spreads a hand across Gerard's chest, rubbing the fabric back and forth across Gerard's nipples, sticking a hand underneath to pet at his stomach and push the fabric over his head.
Gerard sucks in a breath when he re-emerges, hair going every which way. "I don't know," he drawls. "Is someone going to fuck me at the end of it?"
Frank hums, running a knuckle up and down Gerard's sternum. "Mmm. I bet we could get a volunteer," he deadpans, looking over Gerard's shoulder at Grant. "Isn't that right?" Grant steps up behind Gerard, running his palms up Gerard's back, and Frank feels Gerard shiver. "The less clothing thing applies to you too," he says, catching Grant's eye, and Grant reaches obligingly for his buttons, shedding his shirt and jacket while Frank wraps his own hands around Gerard's biceps and pushes him off his lap and off the bed. (8,730 words)(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/6086.html )]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse activity:shopping activity:performing beings:Grant.Morrison concept:polyamory relationship:established relationship:friendship relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:finger.fucking smut:handjob smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:on.tour tour:2010.World.Contamination geography:UK:London geography:UK:Scotland band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2010-12 recced:2010-12 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:slash fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:76d2b8b2bf18/
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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Sing It For The Boys (OT3 'verse 1)
2010-12-19T19:30:00+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/186897
turloughQUOTE: "See you tomorrow, man!" Ray claps him on the shoulder and heads toward the parking lot. They've been shooting SING all night and Frank's so fucking tired he's loopy. He's pretty sure he tried to do dust angels on the pavement outside at one point. The point is, he's not even sure what's going on around him anymore. Tomorrow, and the rehearsals and everything else that will come with it, seems like a million years away. His mind is a whirl of ray guns and running around pretending to fire them. And standing back and watching while Grant and Gerard got their close-ups for the dramatic death scene.
Frank has eyes, okay, and he's not so tired he hasn't noticed these *looks* passing between Gerard and Grant. He's not sure how everyone hasn't noticed, actually. For about ten seconds he's just jealous. And then he takes another ten seconds to review everything he knows about Gerard, and about Grant, and he's not surprised at all. Gerard is looking unfairly beautiful right now, carrying himself like a gunslinger, red hair like a flag, but then again, Frank's never surprised when people want Gerard. Usually, though, he ignores it, but this is Grant, and he's a friend, and... well, those looks weren't one-sided. He thinks to himself, 'dude, you can work with this'. He's got to.
"Man, you may as well just go home now," Jon says walking up, nodding toward where Gerard and Grant are still chatting. "At this rate, they'll be at it for hours."
Frank laughs and rolls his eyes. "Hey, thanks for coming out, man. And for all your help on this." He slings an arm around Jon's shoulders and squeezes.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Jon says and saunters off in the same direction Ray went.
Frank looks back over to Gerard and Grant. Gerard's clearly just as loopy as Frank, but still wired, gestures getting spastic. Frank saunters over and wraps his arms around Gerard and nuzzles. Like 'Hey. Hi. Here I am.' They've been so busy today he's barely had a chance to stand still, much less anything else. And Gerard just wraps an arm around Frank and keeps talking. But Grant totally looks at Frank and - smirks. Frank's not imagining that. Okay, so Grant's clearly down for whatever. But he's holding back, obviously, waiting to see what Frank does about it. Frank returns the smirk and runs his thumb along this spot on Gerard's neck that makes him shiver, every time. And Gerard does, because yeah, it's a *spot* for him, but when he doesn't complain like he usually does when Frank starts getting overly handsy in public... that's when Frank knows Gerard realizes something's going on. Frank doesn't do anything more, doesn't say anything. They can wait. He's still thinking.
They're all still in full costume, so they wander back to the RV they're using as a wardrobe trailer. The lot's pretty deserted. Most everyone else has already bailed, and the crew is busy packing up the equipment. Frank waves Grant and Gerard inside; the props person is looking kind of twitchy, and Frank stops her on the pavement outside and says, "Sorry we kept you, go home, we promise we'll put everything back where it belongs." He gets a very dubious look in return. But he leans in farther and says confidentially, "Gerard is here, he's anal as hell about this shit, you saw it this morning! We promise." And he gives her his most earnest expression and smiles, and it works. Everyone leaves. Frank waits out on the pavement for a couple minutes, watching the crew walk back to the vehicles and contemplating having a smoke, wondering what he'll find when he goes inside. It's very quiet. He pulls open the door, letting it click shut behind him. When he sees what's going on, he reaches back and locks it too. Grant has Gerard's jacket down around his elbows so he can't really move his arms and is kissing the hell out of him. (4,540 words)(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/5772.html )]]>
author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom universe:OT3.verse activity:film.making beings:Grant.Morrison relationship:established relationship:friendship relationship:UST smut:blowjob smut:rimming smut:fucking smut:threesome time:Danger.Days.promo geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2010-12 recced:2010-12 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fandom:Comics.RPS fic:category:slash fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:ffa0a4673ae7/
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romanticalgirl: untitled fic
2010-12-05T21:58:02+00:00
http://romantical.dreamwidth.org/947561.html
turlough
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 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 pairing:Gabe/Gerard/Mikey(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:9c41d000afd6/
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romanticalgirl: Go Out to Come In Again
2010-11-28T20:26:32+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/249402
turlough
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 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 pairing:Gabe/Gerard/Mikey(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:91b49c8b710d/
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seimaisin & tuesdaysgone: Lost in the Falling Dark
2010-11-22T00:33:02+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/134934
turlough
author:seimaisin author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom activity:brawling activity:drinking activity:transformation.animate beings:werewolves concept:sobriety concept:supernatural concept:addiction condition:mental.illness relationship:friendship relationship:UST relationship:brothers smut:handjob smut:frottage smut:threesome setting:on.tour tour:2005.Warped location:VMA.2005 location:Paramour.Mansion location:Stump-Bryar.apartment geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Mikey pov:Patrick challenge:2010.Werewolf.BB posted:2010-11 recced:2010-11 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.20k-50k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:urban.fantasy pairing:Mikey/Patrick/Pete(primary) pairing:Mikey/Pete(primary) pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:b5f5e62c1874/
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anoneknewmoose: Unless You Mean It Like That
2010-08-08T23:13:10+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/216272
turloughQUOTE: He's not entirely sure how long they've been making out, pressing closer and closer, when Mikey clears his throat right behind him. Ray curses and rolls away from Gerard, ignoring his whine, because shit what the fuck is he doing making out with his lead singer?
"Chill, Ray," is all Mikey says, standing there and quirking an amused eyebrow at Ray. "What do you think we brought you home for?"
"...Really?" Ray's voice is high and surprised. He might have been hoping, but he hadn't really *thought*, had figured he was just reading into the situation.
Mikey grins and leans across Ray to kiss Gerard firmly, his hand between Ray and Gerard's thighs for support. Gerard makes a happy little noise as Mikey licks into his mouth, sucks at his lip; it's obvious they've done this a million times before, the way their heads instinctively tilt the right way and Gerard clutches at the front of Mikey's shirt and tugs him forward. The cotton stretches and digs into Mikey's neck when he pulls back, letting Gerard kiss down his neck so he can give Ray a look, strangely soft and questioning. His face is close enough Ray can see a patch of stubble Mikey missed and where his eyeliner's smudged. It makes Ray shiver, and he can't move other than to give Mikey the barest nod.
"Gee," Mikey says, and he's back to being quiet and intense. He looks down at his brother - *brother* - and pets over Gerard's tangled hair. "Still wanna suck Ray's cock?"
Ray and Gerard both moan, and a distant corner of Ray's mind realizes they're actually harmonizing. Mikey must realize the same thing because he giggles and stands up, watching Gerard squirm his way down to the vee of Ray's legs eagerly. (3,440 words)(also at http://otpsaurus-rex.livejournal.com/1714.html )]]>
fandom:Bandom activity:drinking relationship:friendship relationship:UST relationship:brothers relationship:Waycest smut:blowjob smut:masturbation smut:threesome time:early.days location:Way.basement geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Ray challenge:2010.Ways+1 posted:2010-08 recced:2010-08 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k author:anoneknewmoose fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP pairing:Gerard/Mikey/Ray(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:e7e23edcb0ce/
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delphinapterus: The Eyes Those Silent Tongues of Love
2010-08-08T22:59:13+00:00
http://delphinapterus.dreamwidth.org/105946.html
turlough
author:delphinapterus fandom:Bandom beings:aristocrats concept:art concept:ordinary.lives occupation:artist/designer relationship:brothers relationship:established relationship:UST relationship:Waycest smut:masturbation smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:art.gallery/studio period:1890s period:19th.century geography:UK geography:Europe:France band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence pov:Mikey challenge:2010.Ways+1 posted:2010-08 recced:2010-08 !meta:rec:fic smut:het.sex +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study pairing:Gerard/Lindsey/Mikey(primary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) pairing:Mikey/Lindsey(primary) setting:cinema/theater
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:36de40c1116c/
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romanticalgirl: Out of Time
2010-08-08T22:41:34+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/249415
turloughQUOTE: 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://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/883762.html )]]>
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)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:83ebf89308af/
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inlovewithnight: Artifacts of Popular Culture
2010-08-08T21:26:50+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/184293
turloughQUOTE: "He asked me to go to dinner with him."
"Did you?"
"No."
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?"
"No."
"Jewish people?"
"What? No."
"Uruguayans?"
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://inlovewithnight.dreamwidth.org/34107.html & 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 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 pairing:Gabe/Gerard/Mikey(primary) pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary) pairing:Gabe/Mikey(secondary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:1eda01491c29/
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desfinado: Sit Tight
2010-08-08T21:06:26+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/218147
turloughQUOTE: Frank grins at them, licks his lips slowly and lets his mouth hang open as he leans in and undoes the top button of Gerard's shirt. He looks good, Mikey thinks. He knows it, too.
"Hey baby," Frank says, jerking his head up slightly in acknowledgement, meeting Gerard's eyes. "Just sit tight." Frank looks down, works on more buttons. "We've got you." Gerard snorts.
"Shit, going commando. I like that in a lady," Frank grins, flattening a hand against Gerard's chest. Gerard seems to still when Frank touches him, but his hands clench into fists under Mikey's fingers. Mikey peers over his brother's head, sees Frank's tattooed hand on Gerard's pale sternum. He's surprised to see Gerard doesn't have a t-shirt underneath.
"Nice tits," Frank says, pushing Gerard's knees apart with his legs, "they look like they need to get fucked."
Mikey snorts at the line, expects Gerard to bitch at them for saying 'tits' so much, but his brother is quiet and still, chest rising and falling, looking up at Frank. They're all silent for a moment and Frank's face, intent and predatory, reminds Mikey of that night, the way he crowded that girl and held her down.
"Fuck," Frank says suddenly, grinning and slapping Gerard lightly on the cheek. Mikey feels his brother's body jolt. Frank looks up and meets his eyes. "He is *so* ready for me to whip my dick out right now."
"What?" Gerard says after a beat, struggling, and Mikey laughs, pulling him back up the bed a bit, not letting go.
"He wouldn't stop asking about it," Mikey confides. Gerard tries to turn his head to look at him but Mikey's got his wrists still pinned so his face just ends up in Mikey's neck.
"No shit." Frank laughs and props first one knee then the other on the bed on either side of Gerard. "Can't blame him."
"Hey! It wasn't like - I just didn't believe you, okay?" Gerard says, and bucks his hips to get Frank off but Frank's face just slides into this slow grin, eyes hooded, as he plants a hand on each of Gerard's shoulders.
"Careful," he says, leaning in and whispering in Gerard's ear. "I might get the wrong idea." He presses his own hips down, and Mikey's laugh dies in his throat when Frank's eyes meet his over Gerard's shoulder, the way Frank's jaw locks for the briefest second and his eyelids droop a bit. *Fuck, fuck.* Just like his face that night, sitting on the couch, watching that girl suck Mikey's dick.
"Frank," Mikey warns, meeting his gaze. He squeezes Gerard's wrists almost without realizing, his thighs tensing.
"What?" Frank's expression slides back from aroused to cocky, but he lets Mikey see it, like 'why can't we?' Frank's cheeks are pink.
"I still can't move," Gerard reminds them, body slack against Mikey's chest but his breathing heavy. (5,510 words)]]>
author:desfinado fandom:Bandom activity:drinking things:memories relationship:friendship relationship:brothers relationship:d/s relationship:Waycest smut:bondage smut:frottage smut:masturbation smut:threesome setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/OC(past) pairing:Mikey/OC(past) pov:Mikey challenge:2010.Ways+1 posted:2010-08 recced:2010-08 !meta:rec:fic smut:het.sex +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:d2e030e019ed/
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creepylicious: How We Are
2010-04-25T20:58:32+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/218044
turlough
author:creepylicious fandom:Bandom relationship:Waycest relationship:established relationship:UST smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:masturbation smut:threesome setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Mikey posted:2010-04 recced:2010-04 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary) pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:f932bb8423fb/
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desfinado: The Kings of Glamor
2010-01-18T15:46:53+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/218245
turloughQUOTE: "There's usually no first base in mosh pits," Mikey explains, and Frank feels the point of his nose at the crown of Frank's head, rubbing back and forth at the buzzed-short hair there; it's weirdly intimate. "But that means you can go straight to second."
Frank's high is unfocused, he's just lost in the press of warm skin in front and behind him, the rise and fall of chests and shoulders with their breath and laughter, smiling into Gerard's shirt. But then Mikey's pinching his left nipple over his t-shirt and Frank fucking *gasps* when all he was trying to do was inhale, and his whole being is just the sensation from that one spot and how it shoots through his spine and it feels sexy, what the actual fuck? When Frank finally lets out a measured breath he realizes Mikey's fingers are gone and Gerard's stomach is tensed under his hand.
"Frank, what -"
"What's next, man?" Frank says in a monotone, not moving. Mikey's other hand is still curled over his hip and he hasn't stepped away. Gerard doesn't say anything.
"Um, you -" Mikey swallows and his free hand falls lightly to Frank's side again, "- pretend to be pushed or whatever, and your hand, like, *slips*." As he says it the fingers of his other hand move just under the elastic of Frank's boxers. His thumb's brushing the edges of Frank's pubes.
"You sneaky perv," Frank says, shifting his hips slightly under Mikey's grip. "I barely even noticed."
"My brother is pretty creepy like that," Gerard says knowingly. "Don't underestimate him."
Mikey's shifting again now along Frank's back, curling his fingertips back and forth through short, wiry hairs. "Fuckin' mosh-pit-groping ninja," he agrees. "I'm like two inches away from third base now."
"Shit, I'm like ten inches away, I suck at this, sorry Gee." Frank laughs softly and shoves his hand into Gerard's pants with way less finesse than Mikey had, but he hasn't got those long fingers anyway, fuck it. The short, curly hairs there feel really, like, *soft*. Silky. What the fuck. Frank's giggling against his back now.
"Hey, hey, I'm trying to -"
"Mikey? Your brother conditions his pubes. Just, you know, sharing an important discovery." Frank laughs into Gerard's t-shirt and feels him immediately try to twist out of Frank's grip with a "Hey!". Frank just pulls him tight against his chest with the hand still on his stomach.
"Oh my god, shut *up*, I don't want to know about..." but Mikey's laughing too as he trails off. "Better not be *my* fucking conditioner."
The three of them are giggling stupidly now, and that's exactly what Frank is doing when Mikey's fingers touch Frank's dick for the first time. "Oh, Jesus! My virtue!" Frank splutters, but Mikey just keeps going, and Frank is laughing while Mikey curls his fingers around him, pulling up and down as much as he can under his Dickies. Frank's choking on his laugh again, because it feels *good* too. Shit. (7,070 words)(also at http://community.livejournal.com/no_tags/4947.html )]]>
author:desfinado fandom:Bandom activity:drinking activity:drug.use relationship:friendship relationship:Waycest smut:threesome smut:handjob smut:blowjob smut:masturbation time:early.days setting:on.tour setting:bar/club band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank challenge:2010.No.Tags posted:2010-01 recced:2010-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:2fbd186261d2/
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tempore: Mostly Dead Coda
2009-11-21T18:33:53+00:00
http://ky-betty.dreamwidth.org/2535.html
turloughQUOTE: "Strip," Mikey said, pulling away. He didn't follow his own advice though, just sitting down on the bed to watch them.
Gerard pulled his shirt over his head, nearly tripping as he tried to step out of his jeans. Frank hopped on one foot, tugging at his own, and fell over onto the bed, giggling.
"You are a sexy beast," Mikey said dryly, but he helped tug Frank's pants off and then stood up, pulling his t-shirt over his head. Gerard came around behind and unbuttoned Mikey's jeans, sliding his palms inside, his eyes on Frank's face, both of them watching.
"I'm going to make so many embarrassing noises," Frank said. "Not even kidding. You guys are so hot."
"We know," Mikey said. He smiled. "So are you."
Gerard pulled Mikey's dick out, stroking it. Frank squeaked.
"You want to suck it?" Gerard asked. "Come on, Frankie, blow him."
Frank wasn't about to say no.
Frank loved being on his knees, giving head. He grasped Mikey's dick at the base, and looking up at Mikey and Gerard, who had his chin resting on his brother's shoulder, watching, he licked the very tip of it, tasting bitter pre-come. He licked a few more times, just for the visual effect, and then he sucked the head into his mouth, licking on the underside. He bobbed down and up a few times, twisting his hand up to meet his lips and coating the shaft in a liberal amount of saliva, and then slid down further, alternating sucking and pulling off to lick. This was more of a show; he wasn't about to get Mikey off like this. (1,740 words)]]>
author:tempore fandom:Bandom universe:Sixteen.Candles beings:vampires concept:ordinary.lives relationship:poly relationship:Waycest smut:threesome smut:blowjob smut:fucking geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2008-10 recced:2008-11 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:2f260272618f/
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mrsronweasley & soundslikej: Somehow, This Is All Your Fault
2009-11-02T00:09:58+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32907
turlough
author:mrsronweasley fandom:Bandom relationship:established relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:voyeurism smut:masturbation smut:handjob smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:omni posted:2009-10 recced:2009-11 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k author:soundslikej fic:category:slash fic:form:not!fic fic:genre:fluff fic:genre:PWP pairing:Bob/Brian(primary) pairing:Bob/Brian/Gerard(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:a74a0b8ff5ec/
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katrin & shihadchick: Waiting for the Sky to Fall
2009-06-14T21:40:27+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19337
turlough
author:katrin author:shihadchick fandom:Bandom fandom:Buffy activity:kidnapping activity:rescue activity:transformation.animate beings:vampires beings:werewolves beings:teenagers beings:unicorns concept:magic concept:supernatural concept:ordinary.lives concept:band.with.a.twist occupation:slayer occupation:teacher relationship:friendship relationship:established smut:fucking smut:threesome geography:US:Las.Vegas band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Panic.at.the.Disco band:Empires band:Hey.Monday pairing:Bob/Brian(past) pov:Bob pov:Spencer pov:Ryan pov:Jon pov:Brendon pov:Tom challenge:2009.BBB posted:2009-06 recced:2009-06 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.50k-100k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:AU fic:genre:fluff fic:genre:fusion fic:source:tv.show pairing:Bob/Spencer(primary) pairing:Brendon/Jon/Ryan(secondary) pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary) pairing:GSF:Empires(secondary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:b4fae1eee96a/
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clumsygyrl & lovelypoet: Exceptional
2009-04-05T18:43:44+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/series/23200
turlough
author:clumsygyrl author:lovelypoet fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory relationship:friendship relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:masturbation smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:handjob smut:threesome smut:shower.sex setting:on.tour tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:omni posted:2007-08 recced:2009-04 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.10k-20k smut:sex.toys fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Bob/Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:22881a8e093e/
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megolas: Blindsight
2009-01-25T19:15:45+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/401651
turlough
fandom:Bandom smut:blowjob smut:handjob smut:threesome setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Bob posted:2007-12 recced:2009-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.-1k author:megolas fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP pairing:Bob/Frank(primary) pairing:Bob/Frank/Gerard(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:520fc6f2bcb9/
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coffeewordangel: A Capella
2008-10-05T17:38:59+00:00
http://lemon--crush.livejournal.com/19308.html
turlough
author:coffeewordangel fandom:Bandom concept:music relationship:UST smut:threesome smut:handjob setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2006-11 recced:2008-10 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard/Ray(secondary) pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:77a975bb8b3a/
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megyal: Get Some Twinkle For Your Eye
2008-09-28T19:30:09+00:00
http://community.livejournal.com/dead_on_fic/73080.html
turlough
author:megyal fandom:Bandom concept:art activity:drinking beings:teenagers concept:ordinary.lives occupation:student.college relationship:friendship relationship:UST smut:threesome smut:fucking setting:college band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Gerard posted:2007-03 recced:2008-09 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU pairing:Gerard/Patrick/Pete(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Patrick(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:906c28fb2f9c/
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mybestexcuse: Strictly Happy
2008-09-28T19:10:25+00:00
http://community.livejournal.com/mcr4u/5626.html
turlough
author:mybestexcuse fandom:Bandom condition:illness occupation:manager relationship:poly smut:threesome smut:blowjob smut:fucking location:Paramour.Mansion setting:on.break geography:US:Los.Angeles geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard pov:Mikey pov:Brian challenge:2008.MCR4U posted:2008-07 recced:2008-09 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash pairing:Brian/Mikey(primary) pairing:Brian/Gerard/Mikey(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:fe2871d88af8/
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poultryofperil: Yeah, About That (or, The One About The Mouth Hugs)
2008-09-21T17:35:47+00:00
http://poultryofperil.livejournal.com/5025.html
turlough
author:poultryofperil fandom:Bandom smut:threesome smut:blowjob setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Bob posted:2007-08 recced:2008-09 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP pairing:Bob/Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:7709d87a2abf/
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paloma_cayendo: If You Want This
2008-08-31T16:29:41+00:00
http://paloma-cayendo.livejournal.com/1544.html
turlough
author:paloma_cayendo fandom:Bandom relationship:established smut:threesome smut:blowjob smut:fucking band:My.Chemical.Romance band:The.Used pov:Gerard pov:second posted:2005-02 recced:2008-08 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP pairing:Bert/Gerard(primary) pairing:Bert/Gerard/Jepha(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:7d2d30e715dd/
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impertinence & pearl_o: The Monkey On Your Back Is The Latest Trend
2008-08-14T21:12:55+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21313
turlough
author:impertinence author:pearl_o fandom:Bandom concept:sobriety concept:polyamory relationship:UST relationship:poly relationship:Waycest smut:threesome smut:fucking smut:rimming setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard posted:2007-12 recced:2008-03 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP pairing:Mikey/Ray(primary) pairing:Gerard/Mikey/Ray(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:c383af63ea66/
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minervacat: Ever Notice How Drinking's Like War
2008-08-13T19:14:11+00:00
http://minervacat.livejournal.com/1037456.html
turloughQUOTE: Nobody else was talking about anything at all, so Bob just said, "Yeah, we're a bus," and they got ready to get on the road to wherever it was they were going in a huge roar of engines and everything no one was saying.
The fact that Gerard sober was almost scarier than Gerard drinking, for one thing.
The fact that nobody was talking about the fact that they weren't talking about anything.
It was the middle of the night, after a show and Bob could hardly even remember where they were, much less where they were going - playing took more out of him than mixing ever had, and he'd had a hard enough time keeping track of cities when he was just mixing. But nobody in this band slept when they were supposed to, and lately it had been worse because Gerard couldn't or wouldn't sleep, and somebody was always up all night with him. They didn't talk about that, either, just somebody was tapped to curl up on the other end of the couch from Gee and read comics or fiddle with a guitar while Gee's hands shook and he drew tiny, cramped, scary scenes of gore and guts and what looked, to Bob (though he'd never claim to be an art critic), like scenes of epic failure.
Among the things that nobody else was saying was that Gee somehow thought he'd failed, and it seemed to Bob like success could only be getting sober and cleaning the mess of Otter and drinking and drugs and Bert and whatever-the-hell else.
Frank came back and climbed straight into Bob's lap on the couch, and Bob let him. They were all pretty wobbly with exhaustion, trying to tour while they put everything back together, and Frank was pretty demanding of affection at all times, but even more so now, even more so after every time he picked Gerard back up. The buses weren't moving yet, though, and Mikey was actually swaying on his feet where he stood, and the only thing Bob knew *how* to say was, "Hey, Toro, take Mikey over to the other bus, okay?" They had two buses, but given the way they were watching Gerard like a hawk, more often than not nobody but the techs and Schechter slept on the other one, and some nights not even Schechter bothered.
He did not say, 'Frank and I will watch Gee tonight.' He did not say, 'Everyone stop worrying, please, please, please, it'll be okay.' Bob thought he was doing pretty well in the My Chemical Romance all-the-things-we're-not-talking-about sweepstakes. (3,430 words)(also at http://minervacat.stormwerks.net/bandslash/drinkinglikewar.html )]]>
author:minervacat fandom:Bandom concept:sobriety condition:insomnia smut:threesome smut:blowjob smut:fucking setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Bob posted:2008-01 recced:2008-02 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:character.study pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary) pairing:Bob/Frank/Gerard(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:819d9da3ad4b/
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giddygeek: You'd Love to Lead
2008-08-10T22:10:16+00:00
http://giddygeek.livejournal.com/138523.html
turlough
author:giddygeek fandom:Bandom beings:teenagers concept:doppelganger concept:ordinary.lives concept:band.with.a.twist occupation:student.high.school relationship:established smut:threesome smut:fucking setting:high.school setting:on.tour band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Patrick posted:2007-07 recced:2007-10 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:PWP pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary) pairing:Patrick/Patrick(primary) pairing:Patrick/Patrick/Pete(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:e0f0ba7715c6/
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giddygeek: A Little Less Independence Day (a little more fireworks)
2008-08-10T19:25:46+00:00
http://giddygeek.livejournal.com/155954.html
turlough
author:giddygeek fandom:Bandom holiday:4th.of.July relationship:established smut:threesome smut:fucking location:Stump-Bryar.apartment geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Pete posted:2008-01 recced:2008-02 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP pairing:Bob/Patrick(secondary) pairing:Bob/Patrick/Pete(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:19e3bbaf9e71/
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clumsygyrl: The Kids Are All Fucked Up
2008-08-09T14:39:24+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/469138
turlough
author:clumsygyrl fandom:Bandom beings:teenagers concept:ordinary.lives occupation:sound.tech/guitar.tech smut:threesome smut:handjob smut:fucking setting:bar/club geography:US:Chicago band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Bob posted:2007-08 recced:2008-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Patrick(secondary) pairing:Bob/Frank/Patrick(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:821e8709d315/
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clumsygyrl: I Constantly Thank God For Bob Bryar (These Bunks Are Numbered, Kid)
2008-08-09T14:29:20+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/469103
turloughQUOTE: "Your drummer," the tech said shaking his head.
Frank fiddled with his guitar strap and looked up. "Yeah?"
"Hot. Really fucking hot." The guy mumbled and then blushed realizing what he'd said.
Frank smirked. He really had no fucking clue what Bob had that made people fall all over themselves to drop their pants for him.
Not that he didn't understand the sentiment. (2,430 words)(also at https://community.livejournal.com/bobbryarwhat/3937.html & http://ficlaidbare.livejournal.com/20108.html )]]>
author:clumsygyrl fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory relationship:poly relationship:established smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Frank posted:2008-01 recced:2008-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Jamia(secondary) pairing:Bob/Patrick(secondary) pairing:Bob/Ray(secondary) pairing:Bob/OC(secondary) pairing:Bob/Frank/Gerard(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:e240e5b4e876/
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arsenicjade: A Place to Rest
2008-08-07T20:15:29+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19081675
turlough
author:arsenicjade fandom:Bandom relationship:established smut:threesome smut:blowjob smut:fucking band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard posted:2007-04 recced:2008-02 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Mikey(secondary) pairing:Bob/Mikey(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:6e4344d287b1/
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arsenicjade: Consolation Prize
2008-08-07T18:38:38+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19745341
turlough
author:arsenicjade fandom:Bandom smut:threesome smut:blowjob smut:fucking relationship:established band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Panic.at.the.Disco pov:Ryan posted:2007-12 recced:2007-12 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP pairing:Bob/Spencer(primary) pairing:Bob/Ryan/Spencer(primary)
https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:767fee68e65f/
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7iris: untitled fic
2008-08-05T22:19:16+00:00
http://7iris.livejournal.com/4322.html#cutid1
turlough
author:7iris fandom:Bandom relationship:Waycest smut:threesome setting:on.tour tour:2004.Warped band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Brian posted:2008-03 recced:2008-07 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) pairing:Brian/Gerard/Mikey(primary)
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