Jan 2, 2017
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Mikey is a Veela and Bob is his mate.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Mikey is a Veela and Bob is his mate.
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CSI - basically
Frank/Gerard domestic disasters.
Working Girl AU.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Gathered Here to Witness: Gerard flies in from France in time for Mikey and Alicia to walk down the aisle, and to meet Frank at smoker’s lane.
In the Springtime: Frank’s Big Gay Paris Vacation.
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LiveJournal
“It’s like reverse hide-and-seek, you know? One person’s It and they have to hide and everybody else has to try and find them and then hide with them, and the last person to find them is the next It person,” he said. “Ad infinitum.”
Foreclosed: The bright side, Gerard told himself as he painted canvas after canvas of scorpions and Frank’s smile, was that he never had to go back to that coffee house again. He wasn’t even sure he could find it again, let alone go inside and be a creepy stalker. Well, the stalker part he was sure he could do, it was the finding the coffee house that he couldn’t.
Two AM: “Hey everybody,” Frank spoke into the microphone, voice echoing into the corners of the room. “You all know me, and I think I know all you. But right now, I’m not your friendly neighborhood barista. Tonight, I’m just a guy, and I just have one thing I want to say. So I hope you’re all listening, especially that guy at the back table.” [Sequel/coda to Foreclosed]
It’s not like Gerard’s stalking Hot Train Guy or anything. He doesn’t know his address, or what he does, or whether or not he’s single, or his name, or anything really, except that he takes the 7:45 train from Hoboken to the WTC, loves the Times crossword, has at least one tattoo, and is really, really hot. If Gerard ever got to the train station early, he might know more than that—Hot Train Guy, unlike Gerard, is always there well ahead of time—but since that would involve actually striking up a conversation, it’s probably for the best that Gerard is chronically almost-late.