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anything please (except for defeat) - addandsubtract (R)
Fandom: BANDOM - MCR & PATD
Pairing: Gen in the first part. Mikey/Ryan, Pete/Mikey in the second.
Length: 47,922 words over two stories
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
addandsubtract
Author Website: None that I could find
Summary: “What? Oh, geez, kid.” Gerard laughs, and it’s not mean, but the kid half-flinches back, a repressed sort of reaction, mostly suppressed but still visible. Gerard notices for the first time the way the line of his hips is sharp enough to cut paper.
“Ryan,” he says, meeting Gerard’s eyes again. “My name is Ryan.”
Why this must be read: When I first got a whiff of this fic, I was pretty skeptical. For all that everyone in bandom seems to know everyone else, MCR and PATD always looked fairly removed from each other. So when someone wrote an AU where Ryan gives their demo to Gerard instead of to Pete, my face was pretty much :/. But I gave it a shot (and you should to) and I'm glad I did (and you'll be too).
For all that the summary makes it look like this is a PATD centric story, it's got equal amounts of MCR and Panic. It's got an excellent Gerard voice and an amazing Gerard/Brian dynamic. Plus, bb!PATD is equal parts determined and adorable, so much so that you'll find yourself wishing they'd come to give their demo to you instead. Plus, there's a sequel.
The first week of non-response is the worst for Ryan. He spends the first three days of it checking his email obsessively, until Spencer pulls him away with the promise of band rehearsal, hands carefully pressing against his shoulder blades, fingertips ten points of reluctant heat sinking through the cotton of his t-shirt. After that, he stops expecting a reply at all – he knows that he shouldn’t have bothered hoping for that first week, but even he has his moments of optimism, however unfounded. When three weeks go by without any sort of sign, Ryan accepts that he is foolish, and that it was always too much to think that it could be this easy – to think that anyone would want them. Him, actually, if he’s honest about it, and he tries his hardest to be.
Then he gets Gerard’s email.
Or, rather, the email from Gerard’s manager.
Hey, it says, this is Brian Schechter, My Chem’s manager. Gerard sent me your demo, and it sounds pretty good. If you aren’t busy, we should meet up. Drop me a line or give me a call – my number is (609) 882 - 3417.
Like they’d have anything better to do than meet with My Chem’s manager. Ryan would roll his eyes at the thought if he had any emotion left in him to be flippant with. His fingers clutch into the edge of his desk, nails digging into the wood, and he’s looking over his shoulder for Spencer, his mouth soundlessly open.
It takes him a few long minutes to get himself together enough to speak.
“Spencer,” he says, not as loudly as he might normally. He hears the music stop as Spencer pauses his game of Halo in the next room, poking his head around the doorframe. Ryan sees the moment that Spencer registers the expression on his face, and even if he’s not exactly sure what he looks like, he knows Spencer’s over-protective face.
“What?” Spencer asks, his voice wary. “What happened?”
“I don’t –” Ryan starts, but realizes halfway through that he has no idea how to finish the sentence, and cuts himself off. He holds out his hand, beckoning Spencer closer. “I got this – Spencer. Look at it.” Spencer throws him an unreadable look, but approaches, leaning over Ryan’s shoulder, his breath tickling Ryan’s hair and the side of his neck, the shell of his ear.
“Holy fuck,” Spencer says. “Holy fuck, Ryan, what the shit.”
Note: This fic was originally posted on LJ, but the formatting there somewhat grates for me (the whole story is in italics), so I tracked it down on Dreamwith too. The linking on DW seems to have gone awry, though, so I'm linking to each seperate part. Up to you where you want to read it. :)
ON LJ:
anything please (except for defeat) and sequel conjuring up our melancholy
ON DW
anything please (except for defeat) part one | part two | part three
conjuring up our melancholy part one | part two | part three
Pairing: Gen in the first part. Mikey/Ryan, Pete/Mikey in the second.
Length: 47,922 words over two stories
Author on LJ:
addandsubtractAuthor Website: None that I could find
Summary: “What? Oh, geez, kid.” Gerard laughs, and it’s not mean, but the kid half-flinches back, a repressed sort of reaction, mostly suppressed but still visible. Gerard notices for the first time the way the line of his hips is sharp enough to cut paper.
“Ryan,” he says, meeting Gerard’s eyes again. “My name is Ryan.”
Why this must be read: When I first got a whiff of this fic, I was pretty skeptical. For all that everyone in bandom seems to know everyone else, MCR and PATD always looked fairly removed from each other. So when someone wrote an AU where Ryan gives their demo to Gerard instead of to Pete, my face was pretty much :/. But I gave it a shot (and you should to) and I'm glad I did (and you'll be too).
For all that the summary makes it look like this is a PATD centric story, it's got equal amounts of MCR and Panic. It's got an excellent Gerard voice and an amazing Gerard/Brian dynamic. Plus, bb!PATD is equal parts determined and adorable, so much so that you'll find yourself wishing they'd come to give their demo to you instead. Plus, there's a sequel.
The first week of non-response is the worst for Ryan. He spends the first three days of it checking his email obsessively, until Spencer pulls him away with the promise of band rehearsal, hands carefully pressing against his shoulder blades, fingertips ten points of reluctant heat sinking through the cotton of his t-shirt. After that, he stops expecting a reply at all – he knows that he shouldn’t have bothered hoping for that first week, but even he has his moments of optimism, however unfounded. When three weeks go by without any sort of sign, Ryan accepts that he is foolish, and that it was always too much to think that it could be this easy – to think that anyone would want them. Him, actually, if he’s honest about it, and he tries his hardest to be.
Then he gets Gerard’s email.
Or, rather, the email from Gerard’s manager.
Hey, it says, this is Brian Schechter, My Chem’s manager. Gerard sent me your demo, and it sounds pretty good. If you aren’t busy, we should meet up. Drop me a line or give me a call – my number is (609) 882 - 3417.
Like they’d have anything better to do than meet with My Chem’s manager. Ryan would roll his eyes at the thought if he had any emotion left in him to be flippant with. His fingers clutch into the edge of his desk, nails digging into the wood, and he’s looking over his shoulder for Spencer, his mouth soundlessly open.
It takes him a few long minutes to get himself together enough to speak.
“Spencer,” he says, not as loudly as he might normally. He hears the music stop as Spencer pauses his game of Halo in the next room, poking his head around the doorframe. Ryan sees the moment that Spencer registers the expression on his face, and even if he’s not exactly sure what he looks like, he knows Spencer’s over-protective face.
“What?” Spencer asks, his voice wary. “What happened?”
“I don’t –” Ryan starts, but realizes halfway through that he has no idea how to finish the sentence, and cuts himself off. He holds out his hand, beckoning Spencer closer. “I got this – Spencer. Look at it.” Spencer throws him an unreadable look, but approaches, leaning over Ryan’s shoulder, his breath tickling Ryan’s hair and the side of his neck, the shell of his ear.
“Holy fuck,” Spencer says. “Holy fuck, Ryan, what the shit.”
Note: This fic was originally posted on LJ, but the formatting there somewhat grates for me (the whole story is in italics), so I tracked it down on Dreamwith too. The linking on DW seems to have gone awry, though, so I'm linking to each seperate part. Up to you where you want to read it. :)
ON LJ:
anything please (except for defeat) and sequel conjuring up our melancholy
ON DW
anything please (except for defeat) part one | part two | part three
conjuring up our melancholy part one | part two | part three