Mutant 'verse - stereomer
Fandom: BANDOM - MCR (with a hint of FOB)
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Length: 33,138 words
Author on LJ: not anymore
Author Website: AO3
Summary: It first happened on the night he turned twenty years old.
Gerard had reserved that entire week for getting drunk and trying not to think about the fact that he was another year older and had nothing to show for it, and thus was still drunk when the first hints of noise flitted through his brain, quick as anything, from one side of his mental periphery and out the other.
Why this must be read: Hold on to your tissues for this one, guys. I wouldn't exactly call it a tearjerker, but it's most definitely categorised as Angst, Capital A in my book. It's an AU, more specifically a mutant dystopia AU (three of my favourite things!), with a heavy focus on Frank and Gerard. What I love about this story the most is that it doesn't pull any punches and (for the most part) it stays true to the concept of a dystopia. It's not smiles and roses and rainbows with some badness happening in the background; it's a full-on story of shitty things in a shitty world and how sometimes they can bring you not-shitty things.
The story was originally posted in reverse order, but I'd advise you to read it the chronological way, as Slurring The Rhythms contains quite a few spoilers for Into The Sun. On the other hand, reading them in reverse increases the heartbreak potential in my opinion. In any case, read as you will, as long as you definitely read. :)
“I think I’m schizophrenic,” he announced loudly as he swung open the door to Mikey’s room and hung onto the knob with a sloppy, damp grip.
“You’re drunk, not crazy,” Mikey replied without looking away from his computer screen.
“Yeah, but I’m hearing things.” Gerard pressed an index finger into his temple to demonstrate exactly where. “Not - not in my ears, but directly into my fucking brain, man. Someone’s plugged in, know what I’m saying?”
Mikey didn’t look impressed, but he did squint over at Gerard. “It’s called internal monologue. You have a lot of it.”
“Mikey,” Gerard said, trying to pull the ‘listen to me because I’m older than you’ card but instead coming off as pleading and slightly desperate. Mikey turned his chair so that his body was angled more toward Gerard, but he didn’t speak right away.
“Do you,” he finally started. “Do you really feel not good?” His phrasing of the question made Gerard pause and try to sift through the mush of whatever the fuck was left of his brain. He didn’t feel good, per se, but then again, he didn’t really feel not good, either.
“I’m not not good.” Gerard thought this over because something didn’t sound right, but he didn’t know how to fix it. It was an effort just to sound coherent and not babble like he actually wanted to. “But I’m not good either. I guess. What?”
Mutant 'verse
Note: It seems that once again I must apologize for the long silence. Real life hasn't been very kind lately. I will try my bestest to provide you with regular updates but I won't make any promises because I'm not quite treading on solid ground on this end of the computer screen. Once again, my apologies.
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Length: 33,138 words
Author on LJ: not anymore
Author Website: AO3
Summary: It first happened on the night he turned twenty years old.
Gerard had reserved that entire week for getting drunk and trying not to think about the fact that he was another year older and had nothing to show for it, and thus was still drunk when the first hints of noise flitted through his brain, quick as anything, from one side of his mental periphery and out the other.
Why this must be read: Hold on to your tissues for this one, guys. I wouldn't exactly call it a tearjerker, but it's most definitely categorised as Angst, Capital A in my book. It's an AU, more specifically a mutant dystopia AU (three of my favourite things!), with a heavy focus on Frank and Gerard. What I love about this story the most is that it doesn't pull any punches and (for the most part) it stays true to the concept of a dystopia. It's not smiles and roses and rainbows with some badness happening in the background; it's a full-on story of shitty things in a shitty world and how sometimes they can bring you not-shitty things.
The story was originally posted in reverse order, but I'd advise you to read it the chronological way, as Slurring The Rhythms contains quite a few spoilers for Into The Sun. On the other hand, reading them in reverse increases the heartbreak potential in my opinion. In any case, read as you will, as long as you definitely read. :)
“I think I’m schizophrenic,” he announced loudly as he swung open the door to Mikey’s room and hung onto the knob with a sloppy, damp grip.
“You’re drunk, not crazy,” Mikey replied without looking away from his computer screen.
“Yeah, but I’m hearing things.” Gerard pressed an index finger into his temple to demonstrate exactly where. “Not - not in my ears, but directly into my fucking brain, man. Someone’s plugged in, know what I’m saying?”
Mikey didn’t look impressed, but he did squint over at Gerard. “It’s called internal monologue. You have a lot of it.”
“Mikey,” Gerard said, trying to pull the ‘listen to me because I’m older than you’ card but instead coming off as pleading and slightly desperate. Mikey turned his chair so that his body was angled more toward Gerard, but he didn’t speak right away.
“Do you,” he finally started. “Do you really feel not good?” His phrasing of the question made Gerard pause and try to sift through the mush of whatever the fuck was left of his brain. He didn’t feel good, per se, but then again, he didn’t really feel not good, either.
“I’m not not good.” Gerard thought this over because something didn’t sound right, but he didn’t know how to fix it. It was an effort just to sound coherent and not babble like he actually wanted to. “But I’m not good either. I guess. What?”
Mutant 'verse
Note: It seems that once again I must apologize for the long silence. Real life hasn't been very kind lately. I will try my bestest to provide you with regular updates but I won't make any promises because I'm not quite treading on solid ground on this end of the computer screen. Once again, my apologies.