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Sixteen Tons (How Frank Made It Happen) - bexless
Fandom: BANDOM - Ensemble (MCR, FOB, PATD, The Used, etc)
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Ryan/Brendon, Pete/Patrick
Length: 23,110 words
Author on LJ: not anymore
Author Website: AO3
Summary: Working Girl AU.
Why this must be read: Bexless has passed through here before with her truly excellent writing and anyone who has read (and reread) her entire catalogue will understand why I feel like this really shouldn't require any explanation. Despite what the author herself might think. :)
For the few that haven't read this, I urge you to do so as soon as humanly possible. It contains all the typical bexless traits: excellent characterisation, a well-structured storyline, wide spread of bandom characters, good humour, etc etc. It's a great story that, despite being pretty predictable, still manages to engage you. Kind of like a rom com: entertaining, comfortable and hilarious.
Brendon pulls the balloons aside, shoves a stupid stuffed bunny into Frank's hands and throws his arms out to the whole floor. "Hey, everyone! He's here! All together, now!"
He leads everyone in a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday, and Frank sees a cake on his desk, and it's embarrassing and Frank knows his face is turning red, but he smiles anyway because fuck, it's always nice to have cake and balloons, right?
Plus, you don't turn thirty every day, so Frank lets Brendon hug him again and even gives him a little squeeze for remembering. Anything that makes another day as someone's lackey a little less dehumanizing has got to be a good thing.
Not that Frank thinks being an assistant is something to be ashamed of. That's not it at all - his mom worked as a secretary for years and she did a damn good job of it, too. It's just - Frank went to college. Sort of. He has a degree in Business and Music Production, which okay; he did at night school and spread over the last five years, but still. And he's thirty now. Thirty. He should be doing something more than filing and photocopying and fetching coffee. Especially when he knows more about music than most of the smug suits he shares elevator space with will ever know in a million years.
And that's what this is really about, you know? Frank thought that when he got a job working for an actual, bonafide record label, a major, even, that he'd be on his way, able to make a difference, get some of the local bands heard in the way he wishes he'd been heard, back when he still played, back when he still had the dream.
But it turns out that working for Wentz Industries is the same as working anywhere else, when you're an assistant in Legal and Compliance and the only person lower than you on the company ladder is the fucking post boy.
It's beige, it's boring, and it's so far beneath what Frank knows he could do that he wants to scream.
Sixteen Tons (How Frank Made It Happen).
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Ryan/Brendon, Pete/Patrick
Length: 23,110 words
Author on LJ: not anymore
Author Website: AO3
Summary: Working Girl AU.
Why this must be read: Bexless has passed through here before with her truly excellent writing and anyone who has read (and reread) her entire catalogue will understand why I feel like this really shouldn't require any explanation. Despite what the author herself might think. :)
For the few that haven't read this, I urge you to do so as soon as humanly possible. It contains all the typical bexless traits: excellent characterisation, a well-structured storyline, wide spread of bandom characters, good humour, etc etc. It's a great story that, despite being pretty predictable, still manages to engage you. Kind of like a rom com: entertaining, comfortable and hilarious.
Brendon pulls the balloons aside, shoves a stupid stuffed bunny into Frank's hands and throws his arms out to the whole floor. "Hey, everyone! He's here! All together, now!"
He leads everyone in a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday, and Frank sees a cake on his desk, and it's embarrassing and Frank knows his face is turning red, but he smiles anyway because fuck, it's always nice to have cake and balloons, right?
Plus, you don't turn thirty every day, so Frank lets Brendon hug him again and even gives him a little squeeze for remembering. Anything that makes another day as someone's lackey a little less dehumanizing has got to be a good thing.
Not that Frank thinks being an assistant is something to be ashamed of. That's not it at all - his mom worked as a secretary for years and she did a damn good job of it, too. It's just - Frank went to college. Sort of. He has a degree in Business and Music Production, which okay; he did at night school and spread over the last five years, but still. And he's thirty now. Thirty. He should be doing something more than filing and photocopying and fetching coffee. Especially when he knows more about music than most of the smug suits he shares elevator space with will ever know in a million years.
And that's what this is really about, you know? Frank thought that when he got a job working for an actual, bonafide record label, a major, even, that he'd be on his way, able to make a difference, get some of the local bands heard in the way he wishes he'd been heard, back when he still played, back when he still had the dream.
But it turns out that working for Wentz Industries is the same as working anywhere else, when you're an assistant in Legal and Compliance and the only person lower than you on the company ladder is the fucking post boy.
It's beige, it's boring, and it's so far beneath what Frank knows he could do that he wants to scream.
Sixteen Tons (How Frank Made It Happen).