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Sketches by BrynnMck (Gen)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: No pairing
Length: 6,972
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brynnmck
Author Website: Some fics on AO3
Why this must be read: Author summary: "A work of art goes through many phases of development, but in each phase it is always a work of art." Four drawings of Gerard's that Ray kept, and one he didn't need to.
I'm a sucker for Ray POV. Also I'm a sucker for 5 times stories, so heh... I guess this sucked me in. So much awesome is crammed into this fic. I love all the band characterizations and how much Ray loves them all. Ray's self-doubt throughout, even after MCR have totally made it is so very believable. It's a possibility that everyone reading this will have read this fic, but just in case someone missed it, GO! READ! NOW!
... Then they hit the second chorus, and Ray happens to be watching Frank again so he gets a front-row seat for the way the tension that's been building in him bursts like a trebuchet. Frank careens off Otter's kit and then off the wall, never missing a note, and Ray feels the concussion from the drums pounding against his back and then Gerard is screaming into the microphone, "SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE MY MOTHERFUCKING SOUL" and something tears loose in Ray's chest and he lets it go without a fight, lets it shred to pieces across aggression and euphoria and the sweet slide of his fingers on the frets.
He's a little fuzzy on what happens after that, but when he comes back down to earth, his chest is heaving and his fingers are buzzing pleasantly as the blood rushes by underneath his skin, just on the right side of pain. Gerard's hair is sweat-plastered to his forehead, Mikey's eyes are "I am about to violate your ears with my earbuds because you have to hear this new record" bright, and Frank looks like he just clawed his way out of a mosh pit, or somebody's bed, or possibly a mosh pit in somebody's bed, it's hard to tell.
Sketches
Pairing: No pairing
Length: 6,972
Author on LJ:
brynnmckAuthor Website: Some fics on AO3
Why this must be read: Author summary: "A work of art goes through many phases of development, but in each phase it is always a work of art." Four drawings of Gerard's that Ray kept, and one he didn't need to.
I'm a sucker for Ray POV. Also I'm a sucker for 5 times stories, so heh... I guess this sucked me in. So much awesome is crammed into this fic. I love all the band characterizations and how much Ray loves them all. Ray's self-doubt throughout, even after MCR have totally made it is so very believable. It's a possibility that everyone reading this will have read this fic, but just in case someone missed it, GO! READ! NOW!
... Then they hit the second chorus, and Ray happens to be watching Frank again so he gets a front-row seat for the way the tension that's been building in him bursts like a trebuchet. Frank careens off Otter's kit and then off the wall, never missing a note, and Ray feels the concussion from the drums pounding against his back and then Gerard is screaming into the microphone, "SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE MY MOTHERFUCKING SOUL" and something tears loose in Ray's chest and he lets it go without a fight, lets it shred to pieces across aggression and euphoria and the sweet slide of his fingers on the frets.
He's a little fuzzy on what happens after that, but when he comes back down to earth, his chest is heaving and his fingers are buzzing pleasantly as the blood rushes by underneath his skin, just on the right side of pain. Gerard's hair is sweat-plastered to his forehead, Mikey's eyes are "I am about to violate your ears with my earbuds because you have to hear this new record" bright, and Frank looks like he just clawed his way out of a mosh pit, or somebody's bed, or possibly a mosh pit in somebody's bed, it's hard to tell.
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