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Crunchy and Taste Good With Ketchup by carleton97 (R)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Gerard/Bob, implied Brian/Matt Cortez
Length: 8,380 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
carleton97
Author Website: reconciled among the stars
Why this must be read:
The one where Bob is a dragon and Gerard is his treasure. And no, it's not an AU.
This story is sweet and adorable and funny, with a touch of magic that makes it something out of the ordinary. I love both Gerard's and Bob's inner voices in it, they're so very THEM, and the way the whole band interact makes me feel all warm and happy. A perfect little jewel of a story.
Excerpt from the story:
There was just enough light from the moon and the big fluorescent lamps on the highway that he could see Bob was bare chested - which was pretty fucking odd to begin with, even though it was hot as all fuck in the bus at night sometimes - and seemed to be shimmering. The strange sheen had him blinking rapidly, thinking maybe he was so tired his vision was blurring, but no. Bob was shiny.
Gerard blinked again and rubbed at his eyes, a tiny knot of panic forming in his stomach. Bob wasn't one for groupies - none of them were - so it wasn't some girl's leftover body glitter. And - okay, that was the only logical explanation Gerard could think of for what he saw.
Seriously, what the hell?
He was hallucinating, seeing shit. God, he was fucked. He'd been sure he hadn't done himself any permanent damage, sure he'd managed to get through the drinking and the drugs without fucking up his body, but obviously he was wrong wrong wrong.
Gerard closed his eyes and forced himself to take five slow breaths. It was probably nothing. He was just tired. Or it was glitter left over from the unicorn shirt Frank'd bought Mikey two cities back. Or - fuck, maybe Bob had been sneaking into Gerard's makeup kit when everyone else was asleep. Gerard wasn't necessarily going crazy.
The deep breathing helped pull him out of his head and back into his body. It wasn't a real calm, but it was enough to have him rolling his eyes at himself. Brian was not wrong when he called Gerard 'Princess McDramapants' last week.
He quietly slid out of his bunk and padded down the hallway after Bob, the last Coke Zero he'd had while drawing prodding him out of bed and away from his lurking freak out. He leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door and tried to convince his body that sleep was an awesome thing, because he had very obviously hit the wall without even noticing. If thinking his drummer was shining in the moonlight wasn't a sign of exhaustion, he didn't know what was.
Crunchy and Taste Good With Ketchup
Pairing: Gerard/Bob, implied Brian/Matt Cortez
Length: 8,380 words
Author on LJ:
carleton97Author Website: reconciled among the stars
Why this must be read:
The one where Bob is a dragon and Gerard is his treasure. And no, it's not an AU.
This story is sweet and adorable and funny, with a touch of magic that makes it something out of the ordinary. I love both Gerard's and Bob's inner voices in it, they're so very THEM, and the way the whole band interact makes me feel all warm and happy. A perfect little jewel of a story.
Excerpt from the story:
There was just enough light from the moon and the big fluorescent lamps on the highway that he could see Bob was bare chested - which was pretty fucking odd to begin with, even though it was hot as all fuck in the bus at night sometimes - and seemed to be shimmering. The strange sheen had him blinking rapidly, thinking maybe he was so tired his vision was blurring, but no. Bob was shiny.
Gerard blinked again and rubbed at his eyes, a tiny knot of panic forming in his stomach. Bob wasn't one for groupies - none of them were - so it wasn't some girl's leftover body glitter. And - okay, that was the only logical explanation Gerard could think of for what he saw.
Seriously, what the hell?
He was hallucinating, seeing shit. God, he was fucked. He'd been sure he hadn't done himself any permanent damage, sure he'd managed to get through the drinking and the drugs without fucking up his body, but obviously he was wrong wrong wrong.
Gerard closed his eyes and forced himself to take five slow breaths. It was probably nothing. He was just tired. Or it was glitter left over from the unicorn shirt Frank'd bought Mikey two cities back. Or - fuck, maybe Bob had been sneaking into Gerard's makeup kit when everyone else was asleep. Gerard wasn't necessarily going crazy.
The deep breathing helped pull him out of his head and back into his body. It wasn't a real calm, but it was enough to have him rolling his eyes at himself. Brian was not wrong when he called Gerard 'Princess McDramapants' last week.
He quietly slid out of his bunk and padded down the hallway after Bob, the last Coke Zero he'd had while drawing prodding him out of bed and away from his lurking freak out. He leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door and tried to convince his body that sleep was an awesome thing, because he had very obviously hit the wall without even noticing. If thinking his drummer was shining in the moonlight wasn't a sign of exhaustion, he didn't know what was.
Crunchy and Taste Good With Ketchup
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