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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 we_are_cities + this post at heavy_lights
♥ to anne_elliot for all her help and cheers, ♥ to ky_betty who did the beta duties. Thank you so much.


( He’s never found whoever he’s looking for, at least until today.  )

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 bandomficathon and for anne_elliot, who sponsored me and asked for a surprise!fic. Here it is, dear ♥ Ilysm. Endless ♥ to atomichatred82, soloproject, and veecious, who cheerleaded the shit out of me, and to 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. )

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 @ wtf27. Betalove to un_related, ♥ to anne_elliot and veecious for the constant cheerleading.


( When Ray hears the knock, he almost jumps up from the chair )

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 @ mcr_100 (here, third place) + #022 Parting @ 25fluffyfics. Sappy, sappy, sappy. veecious held my hand and made encouraging noises through all this.


( Tough guys don’t have feelings. )

Title: Lost and Found
Author: zephyrina
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
Rating: PG13
POV: Third
Summary: Never accept gifts from strangers.
Disclaimer: The guys aren't mine, of course.
Author Notes: Written for the Loss Challenge @ mychemicaltest [here] + #27 - OMG we forgot magic @ wtf27
Beta: sorrowful_eagle ♥
Warnings: Thighs mention, crack in its purest form.


( Piss off, Toro. You wouldn’t fare any better if you had regular sized thighs. )

Solar Eclipse - [1/?]
(1.781) // (R.)
Bob Bryar/Ray Toro
He cuts you off and motions for you to come closer, something you do with the same caution of an EOD technician drawing near an unexploded bomb. Is there any way to get ready to receive a punch right on your face? What if you drop on your knees and beg him to spare you?
Prompt #61 Nervous @ bandom_100
Not mine. Not at all. No, no.
Betalove to sorrowful_eagle


( If I were you, I’d get my pants all the way down next time I jerk off.  )