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I have written 45,365 of 200,000 words.
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Upd: 11Mayl08
glasspaperclip: (Bob/Frank // Against the world)
Suspended Animation
(1,967) // (R)
Bob Bryar/Frank Iero
They get up late. They always do. Bob’s watch has gone off weeks ago, both hands still and pointing eternally to eleven twenty-three, while Frank lost his own sometime in the first days, when they were barricaded in the basement of Frank’s place.
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by this post at [livejournal.com profile] we_are_cities + #15 Forget at [livejournal.com profile] slashfic25
For [livejournal.com profile] veecious. Happy birthday, dear. ♥ to [livejournal.com profile] anne_elliot for all her help and cheers, ♥ to [livejournal.com profile] ky_betty who did the beta duties. Thank you so much.
Post-apocalypse fic.


Once or twice Bob has wondered about taking batteries off the watches of the dead but – nah. It’d be pointless. Given the actual state of things, they don’t really care or need to worry about time any longer.  )
glasspaperclip: (Ray // weeeeeeell)
7th Avenue Station
(1,538) // (PG)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
No one ever walks past the sliding doors to meet up with him. People just get off the trains and head to their houses, their work places without paying attention to the guy sitting all alone with a picture in his hands. Truth be told, he doesn’t pay attention to them either. It’s… odd, in a way, but he seems to be waiting for someone in particular.
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by this post at [livejournal.com profile] we_are_cities + this post at [livejournal.com profile] heavy_lights
♥ to [livejournal.com profile] anne_elliot for all her help and cheers, ♥ to [livejournal.com profile] ky_betty who did the beta duties. Thank you so much.


He’s never found whoever he’s looking for, at least until today.  )
glasspaperclip: (MCR // FLW out of focus)
Doll Parts.
(2,028) // (R)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro (unrequited), Brian Schechter/Ray Toro
Once or twice Bob has wondered if ‘spying’ wouldn’t be a more correct term to define what he does. Again, no. Spying implies hiding, and Bob never hides. Months ago he found this perfect, perfect spot, high, well-lit, and with great visibility over Ray’s bedroom. From there he can see the entire room, but he doesn’t do weird shit like using binoculars or peeking through the curtains, nothing of that. He just sits and watches.
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by this post at [livejournal.com profile] we_are_cities + #37 Abstract at [livejournal.com profile] fanfic50
For [livejournal.com profile] untilsally. ♥ [livejournal.com profile] anne_elliot offered help and cheers, [livejournal.com profile] ky_betty did the beta duties. Thank you so much. ♥ Title stolen from 'Live Through This' - Hole.


It’s Ray who doesn’t notice him. )
glasspaperclip: (Brian // Go team!)
Thesis. Antithesis. Synthesis.
(1,372) // (NC-17)
Bob Bryar/Brian Schechter
Bob is a quiet guy - but it might also be because he often has his mouth otherwise occupied when they’re together.
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by this post at [livejournal.com profile] we_are_cities + #21 Alternate Reality at [livejournal.com profile] fanfic50
For [livejournal.com profile] anne_elliot. This is both a birthday gift and a small thank-you note, dear. You know why. ♥ [livejournal.com profile] ky_betty offered help, enthusiasm, and did the beta duties. Thank you so much. ♥


Bob is a quiet guy, or at least that's the impression Brian has of him - hey, they've never really talked. )
glasspaperclip: (Frank // Playin' & comin')
Pocket-size Dreams
(1,566) // (PG-13)
Bob Bryar/Frank Iero
Frank doesn’t know his neighbor’s name. There’s only a new, shiny plaque on the door with what he presumes to be his initials (‘R.C.B.’, he checked early that morning), but he prefers to refer to him as 4C Tenant. 4C.
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
Inspired by this post at [livejournal.com profile] we_are_cities + #1 Strangers at [livejournal.com profile] slashfic25
This is a gift to [livejournal.com profile] ky_betty, with all my love and heart-shaped birthday balloons. ♥ :) Also, [livejournal.com profile] anne_elliot held my hand through it all, made cooing noises, and did the beta duties. Thank you so much. ♥


Frank doesn’t catch much the very first time. Better, he doesn’t catch anything at all but the soft thud of a French window being closed and the vague, fleeting smell of burned tobacco. The third floor apartment has been rented, then.  )
glasspaperclip: (Bob // Busy)
Clouds in Your Eyes
(7,932) // (NC-17)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
“Man, Bob’s going to tree-sit.”
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
For [livejournal.com profile] bandomficathon and for [livejournal.com profile] anne_elliot, who sponsored me and asked for a surprise!fic. Here it is, dear ♥ Ilysm. Endless ♥ to [livejournal.com profile] atomichatred82, [livejournal.com profile] soloproject, and [livejournal.com profile] veecious, who cheerleaded the shit out of me, and to [livejournal.com profile] ky_betty who answered my SOS signals and did the beta duties.


Under Ray’s – maybe fascinated, or maybe just surprised – gaze, the corners of Bob’s mouth curl up. “Hi,” he says, raising a hand. It doesn’t fit in the display, not fully, and Ray’s imagination helps him, suggesting that it’s big and calloused in the right spots. Perhaps it’s warm, too. )
glasspaperclip: (Bob/Ray // Low profile)
Ciliege a Gennaio
(382) // (Pg-13.)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
'Per la maggior parte del tempo, però, Bob rimane lì dov'è, ad indicare a Ray i punti che secondo lui necessitano di qualche ritocco.'
Scritto per il Festival del Cocomero @ [livejournal.com profile] fanfic_italia [qui] + #16 'Porpora' @ [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100_ita. ♥ a [livejournal.com profile] veecious per la betatura e a [livejournal.com profile] anne_elliot per la pazienza. È da un po' di tempo che mi frulla per la testa l'idea di scrivere una domestic!fic incentrata su Bob e Ray, questo può considerarsi uno snippet (in italiano).


Spiegami una cosa. )
glasspaperclip: (Ray // weeeeeeell)
Monochrome
(3,115) // (Pg-13. Angst. Zombie apocalypse)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
“Hey, stranger.” Ray’s tone is quiet, even if his heartbeat is steadily increasing. His finger hasn’t moved from the trigger. “You’re back.”
The guys aren't mine, it never happened.
For the Spookathon @ Insane Journal, prompt Bob/Ray, Zombie [here] + #09 Supernatural creatures @ [livejournal.com profile] wtf27. Betalove to [livejournal.com profile] un_related, ♥ to [livejournal.com profile] anne_elliot and [livejournal.com profile] veecious for the constant cheerleading.


When Ray hears the knock, he almost jumps up from the chair )
glasspaperclip: (Bob // Looking at you the nasty way)
Haute-Garonne
(500) // (Pg-13. Angst.)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
'Bob si zittisce di colpo, senza aggiungere altro. Ray, che forse vorrebbe, si ritrova a fissare l’insegna del distributore: la facciata di normalità si è già incrinata, lasciando intravedere cose attraverso le crepe. Magari è giusto che sia così, magari no; di sicuro è un passo troppo vicino al limite. Non rientra nei patti.'
Scritto per il Festival del Cocomero @ [livejournal.com profile] fanfic_italia [qui] + #25 'Estranei' @ [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100_ita. [livejournal.com profile] veecious mi lusinga, dicendo che le rendo la betavita facile: ♥. Tanto amore a [livejournal.com profile] tina_nocturne & [livejournal.com profile] anne_elliot per il supporto morale.


Il tuo concetto di freddo è del tutto personale. )
glasspaperclip: (Bob/Frank // Brokenhearted)
La Forma dell'Acqua
(300) // (Pg-13.)
Bob Bryar/Frank Iero/Jamia Nestor
'Se dicesse di non aver mai avuto dubbi, Bob mentirebbe, più che altro a se stesso'
Scritto per la challenge 'Euforia' @ [livejournal.com profile] it100 + #42 'Triangolo' @ [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100_ita. ♥ a [livejournal.com profile] tina_nocturne & [livejournal.com profile] veecious per la pazienza, a [livejournal.com profile] anne_elliot per averci dato un'occhiata, a tutte e tre per il costante hands holding. Ily.


Che stronzata. )
glasspaperclip: (Bob/Frank // Against the world)
Insanity's Crescendo
(2.000) // (Pg-13. Angst. The Black Parade AU.)
Bob Bryar/Frank Iero
'Francesco (che gli amici chiamano Frank in sua presenza e Il Corto quando invece non è nei paraggi) viene reclutato nel modo più semplice, più diretto possibile: tramite un annuncio apparso in bacheca, quella appesa vicino alla segreteria.'
Scritto per il MadTea Party @ [livejournal.com profile] fanfic_italia (qui) + #96 Scelta libera 'AU' @ [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100_ita. Prompt 'suggestione, 'la verità è là fuori' per [livejournal.com profile] nejem. Il titolo è stato rubato ai Dark Tranquillity. ♥ a [livejournal.com profile] tina_nocturne & [livejournal.com profile] veecious per la pazienza, ♥ alla seconda a [livejournal.com profile] veecious per la betatura lampo.


Cercasi comparse per video musicale. )
glasspaperclip: (Ray // Knocked out)
Mockingbirds
(1.763) // (Pg-13. Angst.)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
'As disappointing as it may sound, old buildings just don’t get animated overnight by a couple of random ghosts.'
Not mine. Not at all. No, no.
For the fic exchange @ [livejournal.com profile] mcr4u. Prompt 'Paramour-fic, focused on Bob or Ray. Bonus points for supernatural elements.' for [livejournal.com profile] atomichatred82. Betalove to [livejournal.com profile] sorrowful_eagle + [livejournal.com profile] reanimated.


In California, USA, Real World, dead people remain dead. )
glasspaperclip: (Ray // INO)
Privacy (or Lack Thereof)
(200) // (Pg-13. Sap.)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
'Bob shakes his head, stating that he will be fine, and Ray nods, because seriously, what else could he do?'
Not mine. Not at all. No, no.
For the 'Chicago' challenge @ [livejournal.com profile] mcr_100 (here, third place) + #022 Parting @ [livejournal.com profile] 25fluffyfics. Sappy, sappy, sappy. [livejournal.com profile] veecious held my hand and made encouraging noises through all this.


Tough guys don’t have feelings. )
glasspaperclip: (Bob/Ray // Look at how we cuddle)
Mein Teil
(100) // (Pg-13. Crack.)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
'Cazzo, una volta lo facevano insieme. Era divertente.'
La versione originale è stata scritta per la challenge @ [livejournal.com profile] mcr_100 'Territorial Pissing' [terza classificata] + #33 Troppo @ [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100_ita. Il titolo viene da una canzone dei Rammstein, significa 'la mia parte'. Questa (adorabile ♥) intervista mi ha dato lo spunto per scrivere la drabble.
Non sono miei, blahblahblah etc.


Bob è diventato possessivo e non vuole più lasciarlo partecipare. )
glasspaperclip: (Bob/Gerard // Post sex)
Dirty Talk
(474) // (Light R. Crack.)
Bob Bryar/Gerard Way
Bob sighs. Next time he wakes up hard, he’s going to keep quiet about it and jack off by himself.
For The Bandom Talks Dirty Challenge @ [livejournal.com profile] brandixcyanide [here] + #011 - Language @ [livejournal.com profile] fanfic50
Not mine. Not at all. No, no.
Betalove to [livejournal.com profile] sorrowful_eagle


Listen, I don’t think it’s a good idea. )
glasspaperclip: (Bob/Gerard // Multitalented & looking)
Extreme Times, Extreme Measures
(100) // (Pg-13. Crack.)
Bob Bryar/Gerard Way (implied)
'The issue with Gerard is serious enough to fuck up the band, a solution is in dire need.'
Not mine. Not at all. No, no.
For the 'Boys in the Band' challenge @ [livejournal.com profile] mcr_100 (here, first place) + #069 Drama @ [livejournal.com profile] bandom_100. ♥ [livejournal.com profile] pettymoth (hands holder, paranoia fighter).


Can we talk about it a bit more? For the sake of our old friendship? )
glasspaperclip: (Bob // Anthem wouldn't explain it)
Nicotine [1/2]
(495) // (Pg-13.)
Bob Bryar/Bert McCracken
"You’re like that Charlie kid, and the golden ticket to enter the fucking Chocolate Factory is in your hand. Don’t throw it away, you know how the book ends."
For the UST Challenge @ [livejournal.com profile] stereomer [here] + #008 - I can't make you mine @ [livejournal.com profile] fanfic50
Not mine. Not at all. No, no.
Betalove to [livejournal.com profile] sorrowful_eagle


They've often shared smokes )
glasspaperclip: (Bob/Gerard // Post sex)
Title: Loose Laces
Author: [livejournal.com profile] zephyrina
Pairing: Implied Bob/Gerard
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Warnings/Disclaimer: Crack. The guys aren't mine, of course.
Author's Notes: ♥ to [livejournal.com profile] pettymoth for the hair warning heads up. Written for 'The Ties that Bind' challenge @ [livejournal.com profile] mcr_100 [here, first place] + #003 Prank @ [livejournal.com profile] fanfic50. Blame the short 'Everybody tie your shoes, clap clap!' video.


Gerard’s shoes are untied for real. )
glasspaperclip: (Quotes // Bob // Gerard wears blue)
Titolo: Extreme Times, Extreme Measures
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Personaggio/Coppia: Bob Bryar
Prompt: #80 Perchè @ [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100_ita
Rating: PG
Conteggio Parole: 100
Riassunto: Il problema di Gerard è serio abbastanza da fottere la band, c’è davvero bisogno di una soluzione.
Warnings/Disclaimer: Crack. Mi sento di affermare con sicurezza che i baldi fanciulli appartengono a loro stessi e non a me.
Note: ♥ a [livejournal.com profile] pettymoth [hands holder, paranoia fighter]. La versione originale è stata scritta per la challenge @ [livejournal.com profile] mcr_100 'The Boys In The Band' [prima classificata].
Tabella: Click.


Possiamo parlarne un attimo? In nome della nostra vecchia amicizia? )
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