alltheunheard + rating:r   25

Gerard hates when Mrs. James asks him to tutor other (worse) kids in art, but if he wants to keep his sanctuary, he'll have to. Hopefully this Frank kid isn't as stupid as he seems.
author:silver-etoile  pairing:frank/gerard  band:my.chemical.romance  rating:r  setting:highschool  smut:blowjob 
october 2011 by alltheunheard
like ghosts in snow
“This,” Frank said somberly, “was probably not the best idea we’ve ever had.”
author:iphignia939  pairing:frank/gerard  band:my.chemical.romance  rating:r  setting:early.days  setting:pwp  smut:handjob 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
There are approximately thirty paper cups on the bus table, each one filled with combinations of booze, soda, apple juice. Coffee and beer? Frank scrunches up his nose in disgust and puts the muddy looking drink back on the table. It bumps against a handful of others, and Frank watches as it starts a domino effect that spills half of the drinks over surfaces and down on the floor, the toe of his sneaker.
author:lovebashed  pairing:frank/gerard  band:my.chemical.romance  rating:r  setting:pwp  setting:on.tour  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
On Measuring Life With Coffee Spoons
“Venti mocha frappuccino, no whipped cream,” Frank said with a grin. Gerard noticed he was wearing the nametag with the little blue vampire drawn next to the K. It was Gerard’s favorite.
author:iamtheenemy  pairing:frank/gerard  band:my.chemical.romance  rating:r  setting:coffeeshop  setting:artist  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
Knocking Around the Prickly Pear
He does laundry instead, hauling his bag into one of the public Laundromats in town with a baseball cap pulled low and all his tats covered up. He'd been avoiding it for months - it's something he and Jamia used to do together whenever she came on tour. That isn't what trips him up, though: it the bottom of his bag there's a crumple of unfamiliar plastic. Frank frowns and drags it out, then realizes and wishes he hadn't. It's been a while, Christ, a couple of months, but it's suddenly hard to breathe.
author:stele3  pairing:frank/gerard  band:my.chemical.romance  rating:r  setting:on.tour  smut:frottage  setting:sobriety 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
When Gerard thinks of how things were, he tends to think in terms of broken windows, of the cracked and blinkless holes that sink into the abandoned warehouses down by the river. Gaping eyes that look back, absorbing light and sound like lifeblood, but never finding what they seek.
author:scribblesinsand  band:my.chemical.romance  pairing:frank/gerard  rating:r  setting:sobriety  setting:on.tour 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
Ever Notice How Drinking's Like War
"Are we a bus?" Nobody else was talking about anything at all, so Bob just said, "Yeah, we're a bus," and they got ready to get on the road to wherever it was they were going in a huge roar of engines and everything no one was saying. The fact that Gerard sober was almost scarier than Gerard drinking, for one thing. The fact that nobody was talking about the fact that they weren't talking about anything.
band:my.chemical.romance  author:minervacat  rating:r  pairing:frank/gerard  pairing:bob/frank/gerard  setting:sobriety  setting:on.tour  smut:threesome  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
The Fall and Rise of The Black Parade
“I used to think this was Hell. I mean, I always figured that’s where I was headed, if there was any afterlife. And then when I got here…there were no lakes of fire, or anything, but I was stuck on my own in a place where nothing grows or changes, so I figured, okay, Hell’s just a little different than I always thought it would be. But then, after a while…it wasn’t so bad. I found a place where I could kind of belong, and I met Toro and Brian and Bob and Mikey…and you. And I figure…if I was in Hell, falling in love shouldn’t really be in the cards, should it?

So after that, I started thinking—okay, maybe this place isn’t anything I ever heard about in school or church. But then again, maybe it is. Maybe this is Purgatory. And I always had the idea that Purgatory was kind of like prison, y’know, you gotta serve your sentence and the only thing that’s gonna get you out quicker is good behavior or having friends in high places. But maybe—maybe you don’t have to just sit around waiting for someone to tell you your sentence is up. Maybe Purgatory ends when you get yourself out of it.”
author:wordslinging  band:my.chemical.romance  pairing:frank/gerard  pairing:ray/mikey  rating:r  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:afterlife  setting:on.tour  setting:addiction/drug.use 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
They have a layover in DC, which sucks enough, right, because Dulles makes Frank see red on the best of days, and this is not the best of days. Nights. Whatever.  author:chiromancy  pairing:frank/gerard  band:my.chemical.romance  setting:on.tour  rating:r 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
Reasons We Don't
“Why don’t we fuck?” Frank asks, tipping his head back to blow smoke at the sky.  author:airgiodslv  pairing:frank/gerard  band:my.chemical.romance  rating:r  setting:on.tour 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
Someone More Like Myself
Gerard is the principal at an elementary school. Young Giuseppe gets into a fight and Gerard has to call his dad, a hotass punk studio musician named Frank.
author:maryangel  pairing:frank/gerard  band:my.chemical.romance  rating:r 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
Small Cells And Fibres
Tuesdays were finger-painting days. Frank made sure to wear his oldest pair of jeans, because even with his full-length apron and his constant reminders that paint belongs on paper and not on clothing, he always ended up with tiny, multi-colored handprints all over his clothes. There wasn't a thing he could do about it, so he just wore pants from 1995.

"Mister Frank!" Antonio said, holding up his painting. "I drew a shark!"
authro:sevenfists  pairing:frank/gerard  band:my.chemical.romance  rating:r 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
Jamia died in May, so in two months it would be three years.

Xavier was born in March, so today he was turning six. He'd had a party, which was fun, but now Daddy was feeling sad again, so Xavier was holding him tight. "We're gonna move," Frank said. Ray just nodded. "I think maybe I need to get out of this town." Frank had been poking around the tri-state area, trying to figure out where they could go. He wanted a small community with friendly people where his neighbors wouldn't constantly try to set him up with their sisters.

He chose Fire Island.
author:jubileebanker  pairing:frank/gerard  band:my.chemical.romance  rating:r 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
Frank hasn't even sat down when Mikey sticks his head through the door and says, "You're still looking for a lodger, right?"

"No students, no non-smokers," Frank reminds him, putting his keys and his cell and his smokes down on his desk. There are like seventeen post-its stuck to his computer already and it's not even ten a.m., Jesus. "And nobody who's the reason people say most accidents happen in the home."
author:bexless  pairing:frank/gerard  band:my.chemical.romance  rating:r 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
plastic bags {and paper hearts}
Patrick desperately wanted Pete to try something so he could shut him down, because clearly Pete deserved to suffer as Patrick was suffering.

But when Pete came out to the van, it was with big liquid eyes and a giant cup of coffee that he proffered to Patrick without a word. Patrick took it grudgingly, glaring at the beaming Joe who was climbing into the driver’s seat.

Stupid smirky Joe. It was as if he knew something Patrick didn’t.
pairing:pete/patrick  band:fall.out.boy  rating:r  author:jezzabe  setting:on.tour 
september 2011 by alltheunheard
Sleep Like Music
Patrick reached his sexual peak on a Tuesday afternoon.

What bothered him the most was that it took him completely by surprise. He was a well-read, relatively intelligent guy; he should've known this was coming. But when he'd gotten aroused at age fifteen on a public bus just by the vibrations of the vehicle as it pulled away from a stop, he'd foolishly believed that that was the height of irrational and embarrassing adolescent male sexuality.
band:fall.out.boy  author:valerie-z  pairing:pete/patrick  rating:r  setting:on.tour 
september 2011 by alltheunheard

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