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Our Comedies Are Not To Be Laughed At by adellyna & maleyka (NC-17)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Bob/Spencer, Frank/Gerard, Pete/Mikey, Pete/Patrick, Greta/Jon, William/Travis, Ryan/Keltie
Length: 30,400 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adellyna & maleyka
Author Website: maleyka's Master List of Fiction
Why this must be read:
The one where they're all in film school. Frank and Gerard are the producers, Pete and Patrick are writing the script, Ryan does the makeup, Spencer's the amphibian menace, Bob does the sound, well, you get the picture.
I can't believe someone hasn't recced this before. It's a classic in the fandom and I believe I'm not alone in having it be my gateway to other bands than the one I started with. It's lighthearted and fun and the characters are all slightly larger than life in a thoroughly entertaining fashion. The perfect story for a rainy afternoon.
Excerpt from the story:
Nobody wants to tell Spencer that he's been cast as the amphibian menace.
Well, actually, everyone kind of wants to tell Spencer that he's been cast as the amphibian menace - they just want to do it with some guarantee of their continued existence. Pete calls Spencer the "sleeper badass," because he looks soft like a girl ("If you ever compare me to a girl again," Spencer hisses, "I will reach down your throat and castrate you from the inside."), but he will totally, totally kick your ass. Especially if he hasn't had caffeine. One time one of the music kids got uppity during registration, calling Ryan a "prissy homo camwhore", and Spencer punched him in the face so hard they were all pretty sure he'd broken something. Spencer just said the little prick was lucky he hadn't gone for his keyboard, then proceeded to lecture the whole class on how essential orchestral additions were to any musical piece. That part is boring, but the important thing to remember is that Spencer? Will fuck you up.
They draw straws again ("Except for Mikey," Gerard bitches, "we wouldn't want him thinking he has to fuck Spencer into complacency."), but it doesn't work because they're in the cafeteria and everyone has grabbed extras just in case. The old rock-paper-scissors routine fails too, since Gabe is always throwing "cobra" and claiming it trumps anything. William pretends to stab Gabe's cobra with his scissors and Gabe makes horrible hissing sounds. Gerard has a headache.
"Look, why don't I just do it?" Bob has been dipping his nuggets in sauce and quietly participating in any childish decision game they throw his way, but he's starting to fear that duck-duck-goose or eeny-meeny-miny-moe are coming up, and he has to draw the line somewhere. He can drink legally for fuck's sake. "Seriously, I'm not afraid of Spencer. I'll just put my hand on his head and dodge the crotch-kicks."
"Bob Bryar," Brendon sighs dramatically. "I love you. Will you have my babies? It's cool if you won't, I can have yours. But somehow, we must pass our genes on together, Bob Bryar, for our children would rule the world."
Bob dips another nugget and smiles beatifically. "Sorry, Urie. My girlfriend would object. But I have a hot cous- no, on second thought, forget I said that." He shoves the last of his nuggets in his mouth and stands quickly, making wide eyes and vaguely amphibian-like waddling movements to indicate that he's going to go get it over with.
Our Comedies Are Not To Be Laughed At
Pairing: Bob/Spencer, Frank/Gerard, Pete/Mikey, Pete/Patrick, Greta/Jon, William/Travis, Ryan/Keltie
Length: 30,400 words
Author on LJ:
adellyna & maleykaAuthor Website: maleyka's Master List of Fiction
Why this must be read:
The one where they're all in film school. Frank and Gerard are the producers, Pete and Patrick are writing the script, Ryan does the makeup, Spencer's the amphibian menace, Bob does the sound, well, you get the picture.
I can't believe someone hasn't recced this before. It's a classic in the fandom and I believe I'm not alone in having it be my gateway to other bands than the one I started with. It's lighthearted and fun and the characters are all slightly larger than life in a thoroughly entertaining fashion. The perfect story for a rainy afternoon.
Excerpt from the story:
Nobody wants to tell Spencer that he's been cast as the amphibian menace.
Well, actually, everyone kind of wants to tell Spencer that he's been cast as the amphibian menace - they just want to do it with some guarantee of their continued existence. Pete calls Spencer the "sleeper badass," because he looks soft like a girl ("If you ever compare me to a girl again," Spencer hisses, "I will reach down your throat and castrate you from the inside."), but he will totally, totally kick your ass. Especially if he hasn't had caffeine. One time one of the music kids got uppity during registration, calling Ryan a "prissy homo camwhore", and Spencer punched him in the face so hard they were all pretty sure he'd broken something. Spencer just said the little prick was lucky he hadn't gone for his keyboard, then proceeded to lecture the whole class on how essential orchestral additions were to any musical piece. That part is boring, but the important thing to remember is that Spencer? Will fuck you up.
They draw straws again ("Except for Mikey," Gerard bitches, "we wouldn't want him thinking he has to fuck Spencer into complacency."), but it doesn't work because they're in the cafeteria and everyone has grabbed extras just in case. The old rock-paper-scissors routine fails too, since Gabe is always throwing "cobra" and claiming it trumps anything. William pretends to stab Gabe's cobra with his scissors and Gabe makes horrible hissing sounds. Gerard has a headache.
"Look, why don't I just do it?" Bob has been dipping his nuggets in sauce and quietly participating in any childish decision game they throw his way, but he's starting to fear that duck-duck-goose or eeny-meeny-miny-moe are coming up, and he has to draw the line somewhere. He can drink legally for fuck's sake. "Seriously, I'm not afraid of Spencer. I'll just put my hand on his head and dodge the crotch-kicks."
"Bob Bryar," Brendon sighs dramatically. "I love you. Will you have my babies? It's cool if you won't, I can have yours. But somehow, we must pass our genes on together, Bob Bryar, for our children would rule the world."
Bob dips another nugget and smiles beatifically. "Sorry, Urie. My girlfriend would object. But I have a hot cous- no, on second thought, forget I said that." He shoves the last of his nuggets in his mouth and stands quickly, making wide eyes and vaguely amphibian-like waddling movements to indicate that he's going to go get it over with.
Our Comedies Are Not To Be Laughed At
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