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Frank Iero In: The Quest For The Bathtub

Frank Iero In: The Quest For The Bathtub

Length: 7712 words

Pairing: Frank/Gerard

Summary: Frank would kill for a bubble bath.

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Mixed Bathing At Home

Mixed Bathing At Home

Lenth: 7145 words

Pairings: Frank/Gerard (Mikey/Alicia)

Summary: Gerard’s toe was stuck in the faucet.

This was exactly why Gerard didn’t like spending any more time in the bathroom than was strictly necessary. You were minding your own business, lying in the tub thinking about how much you didn’t want to go to your fifteen-year high school reunion because you hated everyone you went to high school with and besides, you were single (and wondering how they even knew where to send the invitation because you were very clear that under no circumstances were your parents to give out your details to anybody who knew you between the ages of seven and eighteen, and why was there a fifteen-year reunion anyway, like not going to the ten-year reunion wasn’t enough, what the fuck) and the next thing you knew, your toe was stuck in the faucet.

"In the where?" Mikey said after a minute’s pause.

"In the faucet," Gerard repeated, shifting so the arm holding the phone wasn’t touching the water. "My toe is stuck in the faucet."

There was another pause. This one was broken by Alicia, in the background, saying, “What’s going on?”

"Gerard’s toe is stuck in the faucet," Mikey told her.

Another pause. Alicia said, “Why is he even in the tub?”

"I’m taking a bath!" Gerard said, loudly enough for her to hear.

She just laughed and said, “If you say so,” because she was a terrible sister-in-law who took pleasure in Gerard’s misfortune.

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Frank Iero In: The Quest For The Bathtub

Frank Iero In: The Quest For The Bathtub

Pairing: Frank/Gerard

Words count: 7712 words

Summary: Frank would kill for a bubble bath.

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Ride

Ride

Pairing: Frank/Gerard

Words count: 15800 words

Summary: The girl’s name was Joanna and she had three cats and she wasn’t really so much a girl as she was a woman, with her large old house and her ancient stretched-out Ramones tank top and her bare feet and hemp ankle bracelet.

"Hey!" she said to Gerard when she opened the door. He was standing on the porch, the rest of the band hovering on the steps behind him like the chickenshits they were.

"Whatever," Frankie had said when Gerard called them out for cowardice. "This looks like the house from The Chainsaw Massacre."

"What are you gonna do without a singer?" Gerard had asked, pressing the doorbell.

"I can sing," Mikey had said, which had cracked everyone up until the woman came to the door and said "hey!" with the biggest smile Gerard had seen on anyone looking at him besides his own mom.