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eledhwenlin and turps33
1. genderswap
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. High School / College AU
Give me a fandom/pairing, and I'll tell you something. Fandoms applicable: bandom
ETA - "Pairing" doesn't need to be only two. Can the threesomes/moresomes. Just sayin'.
Reply will likely be notfic and very likely be highly questionable in content.
eledhwenlin and turps331. genderswap
5. pretending to be married
13. apocalypse fic
15. High School / College AU
Give me a fandom/pairing, and I'll tell you something. Fandoms applicable: bandom
ETA - "Pairing" doesn't need to be only two. Can the threesomes/moresomes. Just sayin'.
Reply will likely be notfic and very likely be highly questionable in content.
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Gerard waits until Frank's finished his cigarette before he asks him, "How long have you been doing it?"
"Turning tricks?" Frank asks, even though he knows that's what Gerard means. It what that question always means. Gerard just nods, looking earnest. It seems to be his default expression. "About six years." It's really closer to seven, but whatever.
Gerard just nods, his expression carefully neutral. "Why do you do it?" he asks, like he can't help but say whatever jumps into his head.
Frank sighs. He's already told these guys his life story, why stop now? "Why does anyone do anything? To survive."
He fumbles in his boot for his cigarettes, lighting up another one rather than thinking back to the lean years. To the day he shoved a handful of condoms in his back pocket and headed for the street, having already sold everything he had that was worth anything, all he had left to trade was his body.
He can feel Gerard's gaze like a weight, so he turns to look at him. He's staring at Frank, his eyes huge and sincere. "It shouldn't just be about surviving," he says, "It should be about living."
Frank shakes his head, catching a bitter laugh before it can leave his mouth. "Maybe for you."
That shuts Gerard up for a while. They smoke in silence until Gerard's mouth gets away from him again.
"Did I… I mean. Mikey's brother. The one that you remember… did he…" Frank looks up from the burning cherry of his cigarette to see the agony in Gerard's face, "did he kill himself? Was that how he died?"
Frank puts it together in that moment. Well shit, Gerard is Mikey's brother. His breath catches in his throat. There was talk all over the scene about Mikey's brother, about how no one would take that many pills by accident. "You sure you want me to answer that?" he asks, because what better way to avoid a question than by putting another one next to it?
It doesn't work though. Gerard looks at him like he figured it out anyway, "So that's a yes then." His voice sounds weak and brittle. He turns away, grinding the butt of his cigarette into the dirt with rough motions. "Fuck," he breathes, so softly Frank almost misses it.
"That guy isn't you," Frank says, because it seems like the thing to say, "Just like I'm not your guy."
He can feel Gerard looking at him, his eyes boring into the side of Frank's head. He doesn't look though. He already knows Gerard's wearing that fucking earnest expression again.
"You are, though." Gerard says, sound so fucking sure that Frank can't bring himself to argue.
*
It's well into the early hours when the other cars return. Frank's gone past curiosity, to exhaustion and only the cups of coffee Gerard keeps brewing are keeping his eyes open. He doesn't want to fall asleep - he can sleep anywhere, sure, but he makes a rule of not sleeping on the clock.
When the guys walk back into the bus and they've got the lookalike with them, Frank doesn't even have the energy to be shocked anymore. He pushes himself up off the couch, weaving a little with fatigue as Gerard rushes to wrap his arms around the other Frank in the same hug Frank already got hours ago. Only this Frank responds properly, wrapping his arms around him and saying "Hey Geeway," with a fond smile.
(CONT)
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Frank stares, feeling tired and brittle and just… weird. When Gerard finally pries himself off the other Frank he turns to gesture at Frank and say, "So Frank, this is Frank."
"Holy shit," the other Frank says, getting up in Frank's face, staring at him unabashedly. Frank gets it though, he does. It's like looking in a mirror, but not, because this other Frank isn't doing what he should be. It's more like looking at your face in those video camera displays where you can watch yourself back on a monitor, you go left and it goes right and you just can't figure out how to put yourself in frame. He can't predict this guy like he can his own reflection.
It's a shock when the other Frank hugs him. Frank stiffens up before he can stop himself, before he can reprogram his body into 'touches are good' mode. He's not on his game tonight, it's been too strange.
"Wow. Wow!" the other Frank says, pulling back and running his eyes all over Frank. "Holy shit, this is incredible. It's like having a twin." He grabs at Frank's hands, pulling off his own fingerless gloves and lining up their fingers. This other Frank has "HALLOWEEN" written across his knuckles where Frank's are bare. He's got more ink running up his arms too. His hair is longer than Frank's, but only by a little and shorn off at the sides where Frank's is all one shaggy length. The other Frank runs a hand through Frank's hair, ruffling it. It's weird, because it's not like Frank doesn't get touched pretty much every night by strangers, but the way this Frank touches him, without any expectation of more, just with a casual care like a brother would, it fucks with Frank's heartbeat a little.
He's never had so many people hug him in one night without it being part of a sexual demand. He doesn't know what to do with it. He fucking likes it, and he can't afford that. Can't afford any of this.
Mikey comes up behind the other Frank and winds his arms around him, resting his chin on the other Frank's shoulder. Gerard's clinging a little to the other Frank's hand like now he's back he doesn't want to let go. Frank doesn't want to look but can't bring himself to look away. It's so fucking obvious what this guy means to them, how relieved they are that he's back.
He wants to say he should go now. He's not needed here anymore, they've got the real deal back, he should head off. It would be the sensible move, for sure.
Frank says, "You'll stay right? I have so many questions but I'm dead on my feet, at least hang around til morning so I can ask them?"
Frank opens his mouth to say no, but the others talk over him, Brian says they're all tired and they should just fucking sleep and Gerard says they need to figure it out when they're clearer-headed. Fatigue hits Frank like a freight train and even though his Sensible Pro voice is telling him to get the fuck out, his instincts are screaming that this is okay.
In the end he doesn't say yes out loud, he just lets the other Frank drag him to the bunks and put him in one, pulling off his shoes and tossing them somewhere. Frank wriggles out of his belt so it doesn't stick him and curls onto his side, already feeling the exhaustion tug at his consciousness. He's tired enough that he doesn't even react when a warm body presses in behind him, an arm thrown across his chest. Frank squints down at the "HALLOWEEN" tattoos on the other Frank's knuckles, the shapes blurry and soft in the dark.
The other Frank falls asleep first, his breaths floating warm and steady down the back of Frank's t-shirt. Frank slides his fingers between the other Frank's and holds on, feeling the warm body behind him, the arm around him.
He stays awake as long as he can.
*
~end
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eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
my heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart
ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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I hope they adopt him like a PUPPY. <33333333333333
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HIGH PITCHED WEEPING NOISES AT 3AM, OH GOD.
Black Hair looks at it a moment and gasps, "You weren't born on halloween!" at the exact same time Skinny Blond leans in over and says, "Your name is Frank Lero?"
AND THEN CACKLING. AT 3AM. HEEEEEEE.
Mikey comes up behind the other Frank and winds his arms around him, resting his chin on the other Frank's shoulder. Gerard's clinging a little to the other Frank's hand like now he's back he doesn't want to let go. Frank doesn't want to look but can't bring himself to look away. It's so fucking obvious what this guy means to them, how relieved they are that he's back.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. *_______________*
I just. THIS WAS SO SUPER GREAT. THE END! THEM SLEEPING TOGETHER AND FRANK STAYING AWAKE AS LONG AS HE COULD AND HUGS AND AND.
*___________* Omg. <333333333333
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And how he is the outsider seeing how much revenge era My Chem REALLY LOVES THEIR FRANK.
YES YES YES.
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i have no words.
this. just. lasjkdfhlaskdjfhasdkfjdls