hello, this a collection of ideas i have for stories that will never get fully written.
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updates won't be regular so if you enjoy them, i ask that you be patient with me because i promise to try and write more often!
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all my stories are rated 'M'...
i generally prefer to leave it up to the imagination for what era/look Gerard and Frank are in for these but sometimes i have a specific one in mind so! this is what they look like in this oneshot.
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gerard
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Frank
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A soulmate au in which, when you miss meeting your soulmate, your day continues on a loop until the two (or more) of you do finally meet.
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Franks pov
Usually, Frank wasn't one to deviate from his usual schedule. He wasn't, like, a tightass about it or anything, he just usually didn't really have any time or motivation to do other stuff which had eventually gotten him into a habit of not trying anything new at all. But that day, he couldn't help the nagging desire to actually go into the comic book store he walked past almost every day to get to work. He was on his way back from work this time, a big camouflage jacket covering the deli uniform he'd been stuck in for the past few hours, and he'd found himself pausing just outside the display window for Rays Comics.
"Ah, what the hell." He muttered to himself, pushing his way into the store. The floor was a deep blue carpet, black shelves taking up a majority of the space in the room and the front register took up the corner. It had a cherry red counter where a bubbly looking cashier was talking animatedly with a young boy who held a spiderman figurine. The walls were different pastel colours - green, pink, yellow, purple - and dorky posters and fliers for different events where plastered everywhere. The whole store smelled soft and waxy, something Frank discovered to be oddly calming as he made his way further between the shelves.
It was quiet, for the most part, as he trailed his fingers over comics he'd never heard of, but as he paused at a copy of the graphic novel of The Graveyard Book, he heard a voice in the aisle next to him. It wasn't exactly deep but there was a vibration to it that made it recognisable as masculine and the jersey twang was impossible to miss, and it was strained in annoyance. Not wanting to eavesdrop on someone's argument, Frank decided it was time to leave so he turned on his heel and did just that, lifting a hand in a semi-wave to the cashier as he pushed through the door and onto the street.
