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Middle-Aged Meet Cute AU – Frank plays a local festival gig and accidentally catches feelings.
The drive is quiet, but Frank’s mind is louder than a megaphone in a wind tunnel. Every thought arrives with sirens and flashing lights, each one chirping like malware pop-ups on a caffeine bender. He tries to focus on the road – cracked pavement, people picking their noses at traffic lights, Subaru Guy auditioning for Mad Max. But his mind keeps rerouting back to Gerard. Not in a hearts-and-flowers way, more like a ‘who even is this guy and why is he lodged in my frontal lobe’ kind of way. He flips through radio stations, but either he’s no longer their target demo or he’s officially old enough to bitch about autotune.
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- Part 1 of How It’s Going to Be
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15 Jun 2026
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Part I
Frank and Gerard get caught out in the snow together, so they find ways to keep each other warm. It’s a fluff-fest.Part II
Still reeling from their first kiss, Frank and Gerard find out they have a snow day due to a cancelled show. Smut ensues.Each part can be read as a one-shot but they also connect together.
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13 Jun 2026
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“Let’s do, like, a wannabe boudoir photoshoot.”
“It wouldn’t really be a ‘wannabe’ if I’m actually nude.”
“True.”
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27 May 2026
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Frank can't figure out what's missing in his life, but it may have something to do with Mikey's brother.
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27 May 2026
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Another small noise hisses out between clenched teeth and then that small noise gets bigger, turns into a groan as Frank starts jacking himself in earnest, and he doesn’t— Frank doesn’t want anyone to hear. They won’t, it’s a stupid thing to even worry about because he’s alone, even the bus driver and sound techs having fucked off to spend their Saturday nights somewhere better than this smelly fucking bus, but years of sharing small, enclosed spaces with a half dozen people at the best of times has him on edge, wary of making any sound at all. He’s not thinking when he gets a hold of the hem of his t-shirt and drags it upwards, his nipples pebbling to hardness as the cold air hits them, stuffing a mouthful of fabric into his mouth. Something to keep him quiet, something to bite down on.
“Mm,” a low voice says, somewhere to Frank’s right. There’s a quiet hum to it. Satisfaction? Amusement? “Don’t do that. It was just getting good.”
Frank stills immediately, his eyes fluttering open.
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11 May 2026