Ficlet: Mix and Match [Bandom, MCR]
Title: Mix and Match
Fandom: Bandom- My Chemical Romance
Character/s: Bob Bryar, Gerard Way
Disclaimer: While I'm writing about actual people, this isn't true.
A/N: The first in the fanon cliche AU. Cliche used - Touring with The Used does not prepare you for My Chem.
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"So what do you think? Red?"
Bob casts a last longing look at the unresponsive television and looks over at Gerard. He's standing in the bathroom doorway, his unwashed hair now a shade of screaming red. It makes Bob think of Kool-Aid and Elmo.
"Um..."
"Or how about teal?" Gerard asks.
He runs his fingers through the strands and his hair shifts color at the touch. Bob winces at the tangle of brightly colored stripes that result, until the new tint bleeds through the red. Gerard plants his hands on his hips and looks at him expectantly.
"You look like anime."
The big-eyed tragic look that follows just reinforces the cartoon similarities. Bob glances furtively around the room, suddenly worried that loose Pokemon creatures are going to form from carpet lint. It wouldn't be the first time that's happened.
Gerard ducks back into the bathroom to check himself in the mirror.
"Ugh. You're right."
He flops onto the couch and sighs. Bob hears the faint echoing chime of silver bells.
"I just... I need something different."
"I know, Gee." Bob says. He reaches over and tucks a lock of vivid hair behind one pointed ear. "Maybe if you just left the roots..."
Gerard hums. "Yeah, that might work."
He smooths his hair down, pulling black along the strands. The teal at the roots shimmer with the movement, as the mingled scent of jasmine and baby powder fills the air. Bob wrinkles his nose and tries to keep from sneezing. Gerard arches an delicately curved eyebrow in question.
"Once you pull on your glamour that'll work."
Gerard grimaces. "I'm so sick of hiding."
"Yeah."
Bob stops himself from glancing over at the curtains. They'd been drawn, but the moon's bright enough outside to make the heavy fabric glow. He rubs the hair down on his arms and turns his thoughts away from running. Gerard leans his head on Bob's shoulder. Now he smells of moonlight, young birches and spring. It helps.
"Pittsburgh sucks." Gerard's words are muffled, his breath hot through Bob's t-shirt sleeve. "The next hotel night is closer to some woods, I think."
"That's what Brian said. And hey, this is good for Ray."
"Ray gets what he needs from truck stops and parking lots. The tour feeds him."
"Gee, it's his turn."
Gerard snorts and burrows even closer. Bob's inner wolf murmurs about pack and settles down. A little.
There's a knock at the door. Gerard doesn't even twitch. Bob scents the air, smells toasted bread, lilacs, feathers, funky sneakers and pop rocks. He reluctantly peels himself off the couch and tugs on the strings of Gerard's hoodie.
"Just in case," Bob says.
Gerard scowls at him, but pulls the hood up over his hair. Some of the nearer shadows slide up also, subtly pooling in around Gerard's shoulders to further obscure his features. Bob smiles his satisfaction and pads across the room. Frank's hidden his slippers again. The carpet's a synthetic blend that scratches unpleasantly against his bare feet. Bob longs for dirt, grass - anything outside with such fierceness it hurts.
Frank's knowing smirk is the first thing Bob sees when he opens the door. He just barely bites back an answering growl. Instead he crosses his arms and waits.
"Brian's with him." Frank says and bounces on the balls of his feet. Sparks skitter away from his sneaker's soles. Mikey rolls his eyes at them both and pushes Frank into the room. Bob feels the velvety brush of wings on his arm as Mikey slips past.
Oh yeah. This is going to be a fun night.
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Fandom: Bandom- My Chemical Romance
Character/s: Bob Bryar, Gerard Way
Disclaimer: While I'm writing about actual people, this isn't true.
A/N: The first in the fanon cliche AU. Cliche used - Touring with The Used does not prepare you for My Chem.
~~~
"So what do you think? Red?"
Bob casts a last longing look at the unresponsive television and looks over at Gerard. He's standing in the bathroom doorway, his unwashed hair now a shade of screaming red. It makes Bob think of Kool-Aid and Elmo.
"Um..."
"Or how about teal?" Gerard asks.
He runs his fingers through the strands and his hair shifts color at the touch. Bob winces at the tangle of brightly colored stripes that result, until the new tint bleeds through the red. Gerard plants his hands on his hips and looks at him expectantly.
"You look like anime."
The big-eyed tragic look that follows just reinforces the cartoon similarities. Bob glances furtively around the room, suddenly worried that loose Pokemon creatures are going to form from carpet lint. It wouldn't be the first time that's happened.
Gerard ducks back into the bathroom to check himself in the mirror.
"Ugh. You're right."
He flops onto the couch and sighs. Bob hears the faint echoing chime of silver bells.
"I just... I need something different."
"I know, Gee." Bob says. He reaches over and tucks a lock of vivid hair behind one pointed ear. "Maybe if you just left the roots..."
Gerard hums. "Yeah, that might work."
He smooths his hair down, pulling black along the strands. The teal at the roots shimmer with the movement, as the mingled scent of jasmine and baby powder fills the air. Bob wrinkles his nose and tries to keep from sneezing. Gerard arches an delicately curved eyebrow in question.
"Once you pull on your glamour that'll work."
Gerard grimaces. "I'm so sick of hiding."
"Yeah."
Bob stops himself from glancing over at the curtains. They'd been drawn, but the moon's bright enough outside to make the heavy fabric glow. He rubs the hair down on his arms and turns his thoughts away from running. Gerard leans his head on Bob's shoulder. Now he smells of moonlight, young birches and spring. It helps.
"Pittsburgh sucks." Gerard's words are muffled, his breath hot through Bob's t-shirt sleeve. "The next hotel night is closer to some woods, I think."
"That's what Brian said. And hey, this is good for Ray."
"Ray gets what he needs from truck stops and parking lots. The tour feeds him."
"Gee, it's his turn."
Gerard snorts and burrows even closer. Bob's inner wolf murmurs about pack and settles down. A little.
There's a knock at the door. Gerard doesn't even twitch. Bob scents the air, smells toasted bread, lilacs, feathers, funky sneakers and pop rocks. He reluctantly peels himself off the couch and tugs on the strings of Gerard's hoodie.
"Just in case," Bob says.
Gerard scowls at him, but pulls the hood up over his hair. Some of the nearer shadows slide up also, subtly pooling in around Gerard's shoulders to further obscure his features. Bob smiles his satisfaction and pads across the room. Frank's hidden his slippers again. The carpet's a synthetic blend that scratches unpleasantly against his bare feet. Bob longs for dirt, grass - anything outside with such fierceness it hurts.
Frank's knowing smirk is the first thing Bob sees when he opens the door. He just barely bites back an answering growl. Instead he crosses his arms and waits.
"Brian's with him." Frank says and bounces on the balls of his feet. Sparks skitter away from his sneaker's soles. Mikey rolls his eyes at them both and pushes Frank into the room. Bob feels the velvety brush of wings on his arm as Mikey slips past.
Oh yeah. This is going to be a fun night.
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