Bert is really ADORABLE is the thing. Also, JEPHA HAS CHOKE TATTOOED ON HIS NECK. ♥
So here's the thing about The Used. Their music is sometimes screamy, their members are usually unwashed and their fans are less willing to gloss over the first two facts in the production of fanworks than most of the rest of bandom. (Like, seriously you guys - PETE WENTZ DRINKS URINE. So why is Bert the one called gross more often than not? IDEK.) I was uploading their music for 
zeenell this afternoon and it occurred me that in addition to sharing some music that I think has a little something for everyone in it, I could use this space to rec some stories. Because somewhere along the line, their kinky, grimy, over the top selves wormed their way into my heart and I think that you could learn to love them too.
Held and Holding by sinsense (Dan/Jepha, D/s, NC-17)
Jepha's known Dan a long time, been friends with him since practically the first day they toured together. He's seen Dan drunk and high, climbing a bus naked on a bet. Jepha should really be as horrified by the idea of Dan having sex as he is by the idea of Bert and Quinn. Jepha should be, that is, but he really isn't.
A Lifetime of Firsts by belladonnalin (Bert gen, Bert/Quinn, R)
Bert can remember most of the important firsts, at least as far as what other people think matter. He knows that it’s surprising, that most people would expect that all of the shit he’s put in his body would impede memory. Instead, it’s like it’s heightened it. Maybe it’s all of the adrenaline from near death experiences or something, fuck if he knows.
Black and blue and read all over by 7iris (Jepha/Frank Iero, pain kink, NC-17)
"Jepha fucking Howard," Frank says, sprawled out on the grass behind their van, waiting for soundcheck on the most awesome tour of his life. "I don't know if I want to do him or be him. Or maybe just have his tattoos."
Mikey gives him a long, expressionless look, then turns the volume up on his iPod.
The Bridge (aka the Vegan Coffee Shop of Kink AU) by foxinmyhands (Dan/Jepha, Bert/Quinn, AU, D/s, knifeplay, NC-17)
"Big guy," Quinn observes, then giggles. "He's your type, Jepha."
"I don't have a fucking type."
Bert joins in with Quinn on the giggling. They sound like something from the Exorcist. "Sure you do. Tall, dark, and fish-faced."
Jepha snorts, but he keeps watching until Dan's halfway down the street. He hadn't even thought about it, but they were -- shit, he thinks, he's getting old. Or really turning into his mother, all of his thoughts on baked goods instead of sex. He reminds himself to get a better look next time, just to prove to himself that he's not some kind of eunuch.
Unspoken by swear-jar (Hard Core Logo crossover, Jepha/Joe Dick, Erotic asphyxiation, NC-17)
"Jepha," he says, and Jepha? The fuck? Jeff not unique enough for this little snowflake? Snowflake smiles the same pretty, metallic smile as before.
"Well, Snowflake," Joe says, "I said. Your band. Is a pile. Of horseshit."
Rhythm and Blues by apiphile (Jepha/Dan, PG-13, what passes for schmoop in this fandom ♥)
"I," Jepha says, batting ineffectually at Dan's massive hand - it does feel quite comforting on his forehead but the fact that it's cool to the touch after they've just been onstage pretty much confirms that Jepha's running a goddamn fever, "do not want beer."
Dan smacks him in the leg with both drumsticks at once. "BEEEEERT BEEEEERT BEEEEERT," he yells like a fucking siren, "BERT SOMEONE STOLEDED JEPHA AND REPLACED HIM WITH A SHITTY ROBOT CLONE."
The Simplest Terms, The Most Convenient Definitions by eleanor_lavish (Bert/Quinn, Dan/Brendon Urie, AU, NC-17)
"He seems okay," he says to Brendon during lunch. "He's just. Different, I guess." They're sitting on the benches outside-- a luxury for seniors only, which should make them cool, but really just makes them, well... un-cool seniors. "He was carrying a box of cigarettes in his pocket. On school grounds."
Brendon wrinkles his nose. "I hear he got kicked out of school in Salt Lake, and so that's why he's living with his aunt out here," he replies with barely subdued excitement. Brendon is one of the biggest gossips Bert knows. He's also been Bert's best friend since the fifth grade, when they were both runt-sized playground targets of big Danny Whitesides, and pinky swore (it would have been a blood oath, but Brendon's a little squeamish) that they would always have each others' backs.
made me that much stronger by belladonnalin (Dan/Jepha, genderfuck, D/s, AU, NC-17)
And Jepha would rather dump a pre-poured drink on the ground or have to quietly knee some fucker in the balls behind the bus than see Bert cry.
Because her guys are fucking hers. They’re also smelly and drunk half the time, and they like to try to teabag each other in their sleep.
But it’s just all a part of the dream.
Beats, Wings by swear-jar (Dan/Jepha, wingfic, NC-17)
“Yes, I'm a talking pug,” Clementine says from where she's sitting on the floor at his feet, looking up at him calmly. “Get your shit in a sock and could you please blink."
"Whatthefuck," Dan manages to breathe out but finds his throat is closing around any further attempts at breathing or talking or thinking, why is there a talking pug and rapidly after that too much weed, too much weed, I hate my band.
This entry was originally posted at http://sansets.dreamwidth.org/176777.html.
zeenell this afternoon and it occurred me that in addition to sharing some music that I think has a little something for everyone in it, I could use this space to rec some stories. Because somewhere along the line, their kinky, grimy, over the top selves wormed their way into my heart and I think that you could learn to love them too.
Held and Holding by sinsense (Dan/Jepha, D/s, NC-17)
Jepha's known Dan a long time, been friends with him since practically the first day they toured together. He's seen Dan drunk and high, climbing a bus naked on a bet. Jepha should really be as horrified by the idea of Dan having sex as he is by the idea of Bert and Quinn. Jepha should be, that is, but he really isn't.
A Lifetime of Firsts by belladonnalin (Bert gen, Bert/Quinn, R)
Bert can remember most of the important firsts, at least as far as what other people think matter. He knows that it’s surprising, that most people would expect that all of the shit he’s put in his body would impede memory. Instead, it’s like it’s heightened it. Maybe it’s all of the adrenaline from near death experiences or something, fuck if he knows.
Black and blue and read all over by 7iris (Jepha/Frank Iero, pain kink, NC-17)
"Jepha fucking Howard," Frank says, sprawled out on the grass behind their van, waiting for soundcheck on the most awesome tour of his life. "I don't know if I want to do him or be him. Or maybe just have his tattoos."
Mikey gives him a long, expressionless look, then turns the volume up on his iPod.
The Bridge (aka the Vegan Coffee Shop of Kink AU) by foxinmyhands (Dan/Jepha, Bert/Quinn, AU, D/s, knifeplay, NC-17)
"Big guy," Quinn observes, then giggles. "He's your type, Jepha."
"I don't have a fucking type."
Bert joins in with Quinn on the giggling. They sound like something from the Exorcist. "Sure you do. Tall, dark, and fish-faced."
Jepha snorts, but he keeps watching until Dan's halfway down the street. He hadn't even thought about it, but they were -- shit, he thinks, he's getting old. Or really turning into his mother, all of his thoughts on baked goods instead of sex. He reminds himself to get a better look next time, just to prove to himself that he's not some kind of eunuch.
Unspoken by swear-jar (Hard Core Logo crossover, Jepha/Joe Dick, Erotic asphyxiation, NC-17)
"Jepha," he says, and Jepha? The fuck? Jeff not unique enough for this little snowflake? Snowflake smiles the same pretty, metallic smile as before.
"Well, Snowflake," Joe says, "I said. Your band. Is a pile. Of horseshit."
Rhythm and Blues by apiphile (Jepha/Dan, PG-13, what passes for schmoop in this fandom ♥)
"I," Jepha says, batting ineffectually at Dan's massive hand - it does feel quite comforting on his forehead but the fact that it's cool to the touch after they've just been onstage pretty much confirms that Jepha's running a goddamn fever, "do not want beer."
Dan smacks him in the leg with both drumsticks at once. "BEEEEERT BEEEEERT BEEEEERT," he yells like a fucking siren, "BERT SOMEONE STOLEDED JEPHA AND REPLACED HIM WITH A SHITTY ROBOT CLONE."
The Simplest Terms, The Most Convenient Definitions by eleanor_lavish (Bert/Quinn, Dan/Brendon Urie, AU, NC-17)
"He seems okay," he says to Brendon during lunch. "He's just. Different, I guess." They're sitting on the benches outside-- a luxury for seniors only, which should make them cool, but really just makes them, well... un-cool seniors. "He was carrying a box of cigarettes in his pocket. On school grounds."
Brendon wrinkles his nose. "I hear he got kicked out of school in Salt Lake, and so that's why he's living with his aunt out here," he replies with barely subdued excitement. Brendon is one of the biggest gossips Bert knows. He's also been Bert's best friend since the fifth grade, when they were both runt-sized playground targets of big Danny Whitesides, and pinky swore (it would have been a blood oath, but Brendon's a little squeamish) that they would always have each others' backs.
made me that much stronger by belladonnalin (Dan/Jepha, genderfuck, D/s, AU, NC-17)
And Jepha would rather dump a pre-poured drink on the ground or have to quietly knee some fucker in the balls behind the bus than see Bert cry.
Because her guys are fucking hers. They’re also smelly and drunk half the time, and they like to try to teabag each other in their sleep.
But it’s just all a part of the dream.
Beats, Wings by swear-jar (Dan/Jepha, wingfic, NC-17)
“Yes, I'm a talking pug,” Clementine says from where she's sitting on the floor at his feet, looking up at him calmly. “Get your shit in a sock and could you please blink."
"Whatthefuck," Dan manages to breathe out but finds his throat is closing around any further attempts at breathing or talking or thinking, why is there a talking pug and rapidly after that too much weed, too much weed, I hate my band.
This entry was originally posted at http://sansets.dreamwidth.org/176777.html.