It’s not Frank’s fault he gets lost in the woods, and it’s certainly not his fault the only people around to rescue him are seven hermits.

It’s usually Lindsey taking care of Gerard. This time, it’s going to be different.

In Gee's senior year of college, waking up with sex hair and a vague memory of the girl who gave it to her is just another Friday morning. She's fine with that. She is. And then she meets Frank.

When Frank is taken by slave raiders, Jamia and Lindsey work together to find him and buy him back. After months of searching, they finally locate him, but their lives are complicated by his attachment to a fellow slave he can’t leave behind. Suddenly Jamia finds herself the owner of her husband, and Lindsey the owner of a man whom she’s never met before and who has no reason to trust her--and who has a secret of his own. Can the four of them learn to trust each other enough to put the past to rest and help Gerard find what he’s lost?

Her name is Francesca, although last week she broke Gabe Saporta's nose for calling her that. While he was still reeling backwards and swearing, she took a long, thoughtful look at him, then kneed him in the balls (for saying Black Flag were shit) and spat in his eye (for trying to grab her tits). Then, she whipped his smokes out of his pocket, picked up a bottle of vodka that definitely wasn't originally hers, and left the party. Her name is Frank, and she's a fucking legend. For an anon_lovefest prompt: "Frank as the classical punk/grunge girl, with Doc Martens and a cig in hand."

Prompt: Gerard/Frank and Lyn-Z/Jamia, a wife-swap type thing.

It's not Frank's fault he gets lost in the woods, and it's certainly not his fault the only people around to rescue him are seven hermits.

It's usually Lindsey taking care of Gerard. This time, it's going to be different.