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Sing Ourselves to Sleep by Dira (PG-ish)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Gerard/Patrick
Length: 4,030 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dsudis
Author Website: Words Words Words & on AO3
Why this must be read: Being exhausted is nothing like being drunk, but some nights Gerard gets too tired to remember that. The one about Gerard and Patrick during the Summer of Like.
I can't believe no-one hasn't recced this story here before. It's a minor classic in the fandom and one of the first Gerard/Patrick stories I read back when I was new. I love this Gerard and his efforts to cope with being on Warped sober and his and Patrick's lowkey and awkward courting in the shadow of their bandmates' flamboyance is geeky and sweet and lovely. A story that never fails to make me feel quietly happy.
Excerpt from the story:
Gerard is the kind of tired where making decisions is almost impossible. He's been considering 'get up, go to bed' for half an hour now. The thing he's been doodling for that entire time isn't really working, possibly because his eyes keep going out of focus, but probably because it will work better as a lyric than a drawing. He's chewing on his pen, debating 'crumple/save' when there's a knock on the bus door.
"Someone knocks at the door," Gerard announces, dropping the pen, and winces as he stands to stretch. "You're DMing yourself, man, that is not a good sign."
He's nearly reached the door when Patrick pops through it, and Gerard stops short. If his heart thumps in his chest it's just because he's startled.
"Sorry," Patrick says, smiling shyly, still standing one step down from Gerard. "I heard you saying something and it sounded like, 'I'm bored too, come in and hang out with me.'"
Gerard can't resist smiling at Patrick. "Yeah, it's kind of amazing how you understood that when I was actually saying something geeky and incoherent."
Patrick's smile widens, and he ventures up the last step. "Geeky and incoherent is my native language, actually."
Gerard backs into the kitchen and Patrick follows him - just like the other night, except Gerard isn't pulling Patrick by the hand this time. Gerard flips on the fan over the stove - he smoked way too many cigarettes while trying to decide whether to go to bed, there's kind of a cloud.
Patrick spots the doodling on the table and looks curious. Gerard doesn't move quickly enough to hide the sketches, but Patrick doesn't actually ask about them, so Gerard doesn't have to apologize for them. Patrick just starts talking about the local band he watched from sidestage earlier. Gerard sprawls in the booth and they speak their native languages, sometimes geeky and incoherent, sometimes singing, sometimes both at once. Patrick describes music in ways that make Gerard feel like he hasn't missed anything, hiding out here.
Sing Ourselves to Sleep (or here or here)
Pairing: Gerard/Patrick
Length: 4,030 words
Author on LJ:
dsudisAuthor Website: Words Words Words & on AO3
Why this must be read: Being exhausted is nothing like being drunk, but some nights Gerard gets too tired to remember that. The one about Gerard and Patrick during the Summer of Like.
I can't believe no-one hasn't recced this story here before. It's a minor classic in the fandom and one of the first Gerard/Patrick stories I read back when I was new. I love this Gerard and his efforts to cope with being on Warped sober and his and Patrick's lowkey and awkward courting in the shadow of their bandmates' flamboyance is geeky and sweet and lovely. A story that never fails to make me feel quietly happy.
Excerpt from the story:
Gerard is the kind of tired where making decisions is almost impossible. He's been considering 'get up, go to bed' for half an hour now. The thing he's been doodling for that entire time isn't really working, possibly because his eyes keep going out of focus, but probably because it will work better as a lyric than a drawing. He's chewing on his pen, debating 'crumple/save' when there's a knock on the bus door.
"Someone knocks at the door," Gerard announces, dropping the pen, and winces as he stands to stretch. "You're DMing yourself, man, that is not a good sign."
He's nearly reached the door when Patrick pops through it, and Gerard stops short. If his heart thumps in his chest it's just because he's startled.
"Sorry," Patrick says, smiling shyly, still standing one step down from Gerard. "I heard you saying something and it sounded like, 'I'm bored too, come in and hang out with me.'"
Gerard can't resist smiling at Patrick. "Yeah, it's kind of amazing how you understood that when I was actually saying something geeky and incoherent."
Patrick's smile widens, and he ventures up the last step. "Geeky and incoherent is my native language, actually."
Gerard backs into the kitchen and Patrick follows him - just like the other night, except Gerard isn't pulling Patrick by the hand this time. Gerard flips on the fan over the stove - he smoked way too many cigarettes while trying to decide whether to go to bed, there's kind of a cloud.
Patrick spots the doodling on the table and looks curious. Gerard doesn't move quickly enough to hide the sketches, but Patrick doesn't actually ask about them, so Gerard doesn't have to apologize for them. Patrick just starts talking about the local band he watched from sidestage earlier. Gerard sprawls in the booth and they speak their native languages, sometimes geeky and incoherent, sometimes singing, sometimes both at once. Patrick describes music in ways that make Gerard feel like he hasn't missed anything, hiding out here.
Sing Ourselves to Sleep (or here or here)