#recsmutfrerard

Fandom: Bandom - Panic, MCR, FOB, background CS, TAI, others (GCH, THS, TC, TU, Empires)Pairings: Jon/Spencer, Brendon/Ryan, Frank/Gerard, Pete/Patrick, background Bob (Bryar)/Greta and Gabe/MikeyRating: Overall PG-13 with some NC-17 scenes thrown inWordcount: ~45000Warnings: For excessive mention of a litter of puppies and everyone being in love with everyone. If you're opposed to that, this fic is probably not for you.Summary: A mall AU. Pete's head over heels for an oblivious Patrick, Gerard's running out of ways to tell Frank he won't date him, Ryan's successfully trying to ignore his feelings for Brendon, and Spencer's trying to make ends meet even as he slowly falls for Jon. On top of all that the big mall celebration is coming up and there's all kinds of trouble keeping everyone on their toes.

Gerard didn't go to his single parents support group expecting to find love, but it found him there when Frank showed up one week. A single dads AU.

By the time Gerard pushes him onto the bed, Frank is done. Gerard's pulled three fucking mind blowing orgasms out of him and he's nothing but a twitching, overly-sensitive, sweaty tangle of uncoordinated limbs. Frank doesn't—can't say anything as Gerard manhandles him; he doesn't have the brainpower to do more than go where Gerard directs him.

Gerard would be killing twice as many dracs right now if his fucking spacebar would quit sticking. (Gamer AU, wherein the Danger Days universe is an MMORPG.)

"Every summer," Gerard says, shaking his head as he fumbles with his boxers. "Like fuckin' clockwork."

(Takes place a few months before In Sickness and in Health from the yobrothatssick challenge. desfinado asked for a timestamp prequel back in, uh, April 2012, and I have finally gotten around to finishing it, a day late and a dollar short.)

Summary: Frank’s a bartender at a strip club; Gerard is shaken, stirred and on the rocks.

In which domesticity does not always equal bliss. Except when it does.