Gerard got a summer job. Which, normally, wouldn't be a problem, if it was a comic shop, or someplace else with air conditioning and a backroom to hide away in. However, the only place that would hire him was an ice cream shack. On the beach. With an insanely hot surfer dude. In three words? He was screwed. {A fic I wrote with my friend, Fallenstar126, on ao3. It's ongoing, too. Will be occasionally updated, and will be, hopefully, updated a lot more during late May and early June.}

He had known Gerard for a long time, but never once had he shown up on Franks doorstep, his hair looking like he actually attempted to style it, checking his phone every two seconds as if he cared about being late, which Frank knew for a fact, he didn't, and insisting Frank pretend to date him. At least the pretending to love him bit wasn't going to be hard, right?

What if there’s a ghost or spirit or whatever that has a crush on you but you can’t see them and don’t know they’re there. They do little things for you throughout the day that you just kinda pass off as normal things in life. Like they help you regain your balance before you fall, that warm fuzzy feeling in your face before you fall asleep is just them giving you a long loving good night kiss. They love you and you don’t even know it.

"A ginger! I'm finally a ginger!.. Thought it would be more exciting, honestly." Doctor!Gerard Companion!Frank A fun concept I wanted to explore :) I also love band/show crossovers.