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Unequivocal by stereomer (NC-17)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
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stereomer
Author Website: Stereomer's Masterlist
Why this must be read:
The last rec in my Welcome To Bandom! set is a My Chemical Romance story. It's pretty much THE My Chemical Romance story, in terms of canon. It's told from Frank's point of view, and it starts at the very inception of the band all the way through to recording The Black Parade. I like the way that Frank's perception of Gerard starts off as Mikeyway's weird, basement dwelling brother to something much more. The relationship between the two of them is a good progression of the friendship thatstereomer created. The only important difference to note between the canon in this story and reality is that there are no girlfriends or wives in this. Jamia and Lyn-Z aren't mentioned. I'm sure they're somewhere else, out living fabulous lives, but they're not included in this story at all. Otherwise, if you're curious about the history of My Chem, this is a great story to introduce you to the band.
“I’m bored with this,” Mikey says in monotone.
Frank steps forward and bumps his shoulder against Mikey’s arm. “I’m kidding. You’re too easy.”
“’Cause I make it easy. On purpose. Anyway, but, um. About recording. Major problem before we can even start.” Mikey clears his throat. “We need another guitarist.”
“Oh dude, that sucks,” Frank says half-heartedly. It did suck. It meant calling people, which meant time, which meant money, which was something that nobody he knew had.
“Ye-eah.” Mikey drags the word, pushing his lower jaw out and making a generally annoying noise with his vowels. “Okay,” he adds abruptly. “What if that other guitarist was you?” He winces as he says this, like he's asking for an impossible favor.
“The other guitarist?” Frank asks dumbly.
Mikey gives him a weird look. “Yeah. The other guitarist. You.”
Frank takes this in. After a pause, he says, in a calm voice, “If you're kidding, I'm going to break your arms.”
He's thought about it, lots of times, definitely as a daydream thing while punching his way through a never-ending list of phone numbers and offering their owners free credit consolidation. He thought about it when Pencey broke up. When he formed bands post-Pencey. When the post-Pencey bands broke up. Yesterday. Four minutes ago.
Unequivocal
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Author on LJ:
stereomerAuthor Website: Stereomer's Masterlist
Why this must be read:
The last rec in my Welcome To Bandom! set is a My Chemical Romance story. It's pretty much THE My Chemical Romance story, in terms of canon. It's told from Frank's point of view, and it starts at the very inception of the band all the way through to recording The Black Parade. I like the way that Frank's perception of Gerard starts off as Mikeyway's weird, basement dwelling brother to something much more. The relationship between the two of them is a good progression of the friendship that
stereomer created. The only important difference to note between the canon in this story and reality is that there are no girlfriends or wives in this. Jamia and Lyn-Z aren't mentioned. I'm sure they're somewhere else, out living fabulous lives, but they're not included in this story at all. Otherwise, if you're curious about the history of My Chem, this is a great story to introduce you to the band.“I’m bored with this,” Mikey says in monotone.
Frank steps forward and bumps his shoulder against Mikey’s arm. “I’m kidding. You’re too easy.”
“’Cause I make it easy. On purpose. Anyway, but, um. About recording. Major problem before we can even start.” Mikey clears his throat. “We need another guitarist.”
“Oh dude, that sucks,” Frank says half-heartedly. It did suck. It meant calling people, which meant time, which meant money, which was something that nobody he knew had.
“Ye-eah.” Mikey drags the word, pushing his lower jaw out and making a generally annoying noise with his vowels. “Okay,” he adds abruptly. “What if that other guitarist was you?” He winces as he says this, like he's asking for an impossible favor.
“The other guitarist?” Frank asks dumbly.
Mikey gives him a weird look. “Yeah. The other guitarist. You.”
Frank takes this in. After a pause, he says, in a calm voice, “If you're kidding, I'm going to break your arms.”
He's thought about it, lots of times, definitely as a daydream thing while punching his way through a never-ending list of phone numbers and offering their owners free credit consolidation. He thought about it when Pencey broke up. When he formed bands post-Pencey. When the post-Pencey bands broke up. Yesterday. Four minutes ago.
Unequivocal