The Sexxiest Fanfic EVARMy name is Gerard Way. I am 16, like to draw, and I'm gay. I have no idea why I would be mentioning this in the second sentence of the story, as it sounds quite awkward to introduce myself with random facts, but I don't care because MCR IZ LIK DA FUKIN AWSOMESST SHIIT ND IF U DON'T LIK DEM U JUST A PUSY-- yeah.
I have few friends at my high school, because being an outcast makes me more lovable and relatable to the reader. Ray, Bob, and my brother Mikey are the only decent people at my school. I get bullied a lot, because that's how fangirls like to imagine me, as a helpless, sexy teenager. Now that the awkward, half-assed introduction is out of the way, let's get into the "actual" "story".
I was sitting in my first period, drawing a fucking masterpiece because that's what I do in all my classes, when the door opens and a guy walks in. He's amazingly gorgeous, he makes my heart beat faster and butterflies fly around in m
Sexxxi Fanfic PART 2"Hey Frank!"Sexxxi Fanfic PART 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You wanna watch a movie?"
"What kind of movie?"
"A scary one."
"No, man, that movie's for pussies. It wasn't even scary."
"ARE YOU KIDDING??? I FUCKING WET MYSELF WHEN I WATCHED-- uhh it was really scary "
" . what did you say?"
"I said it was really scary."
"No, before that."
"Nothing. I didn't say anything before that."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you--whatever. So do you want to watch a movie or not?"
"Yeah! A scary one!!"
Frank and I were at my house. God, I'd known him about 9 hours and he was already like a younger brother. I liked him, but he was annoying as all fucking hell. Especially when he started talking about Skittles. Jesus Christ, that boy loved Skittles. Although I must say, I wouldn't pass up a chance to taste his rainbow. Was that good? You told me
Frerard Sequel 2This is a good song.Frerard Sequel 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm sitting in detention, my head on the desk. Half asleep.
I have my headphones in, my iPod turned up pretty high. I know everyone else can hear it. I can look over at Gerard, who's sitting right next to me, and see him tapping his foot because it's a good song.
The teacher doesn't seem to care, or he doesn't notice. He seems very jittery today. Real nervous, or he really needs to take a shit I can't tell.
He's watching the clock. It's almost time to leave, and he can't wait to get out of here.
And sure enough, right when the clock turns to 6:00, he jumps out of his chair, says something I can't hear over my music, gives a nervous wave, and bolts out of the room.
Gerard's getting all his stuff together, putting it in his bag. So I wait. Other people are leaving.
I turn off my iPod and pull out one ear bud, and right then I feel this cold liquid pour onto my head, dripping down my face and the back of my neck.
I'm a bit confused.
So I turn around and see this
..all the wrong moves :FrerardThis thing we had, I'm not sure what it was...all the wrong moves :Frerard5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We would glance at each other every now and then in a way that seemed casual, but instead of dropping our glances, we let it linger. When he smiled at me, it was different from the way he smiled at other people. When I smiled at him, I felt like I didn't have to fake anything.
We never cheated on them. He had a girlfriend at the time, I was engaged, but we never cheated on them. (I could never ever see it that way.)
The sloppy kisses we shared, sometimes only hardly in the limits of "normal-for-just-friends", and the fierce ones in the dark of the backstage pressed up against the wall. The heat. The pressure. They were all about the comfort and homesickness.
Because he felt like home.
When did it turn into something more?
I think it was the phone call that changed everything.
It was the beginning of the last week of our tour, we were somewhere west, I don't know. No one really cared about our whereabouts anymore. We ha
Frerard- Change- Chp. 1Frerard- Change- Chp. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"That Watermelon Smile"
There was a crowd of about seven people when I got myself to my locker the next morning, why my locker? In the crowd were a couple of girls and boys who find amusement in torturing me; my gut tightened. I claimed my dignity, and walked with my head up, straight for my locker. A couple people were snickering while a couple just sat there, staring in the direction on my locker which I couldn't seem to see myself due to the mass crowd. I peeked my head over when I got closer, and seen what they had been there for. There was a too familiar word spray painted in red on my locker; "FAG".
Hello Angel :Frerard:Frank stared at Gerard who sat across the table. Gerard's arm was around his girlfriend Eliza's shoulders as he whispered into her ear. Eliza giggled and nodded before turning her head to kiss Gerard.Hello Angel :Frerard:4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank quickly averted his eyes. He started picking at his salad, flicking pieces of chicken away from the lettuce. He speared a piece of lettuce and brought it to his lips, but his appetite had run away hand-in-hand with the hopes of ever being with Gerard. Clearly what he shared with Eliza was important, special, and made Gee happy, but Frank couldn't help regret ever introducing the two.
Frank had had the biggest crush on Gerard since they met in the fourth grade. Gerard had shoved a kid away when he threatened to punch Frank if he didn't do his homework. Stupid yes, but true. Frank and Gerard were best friends, closer than normal best friends.
Mikey, Gerard's younger brother and Frank's friend, took the seat beside Frank who w
FrerardFrerard7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was 4:30 in the morning. The tour bus drove through a rainy Nevada. The pit-pat of rain drops slowly got louder as the storm began to worsen. A huge flash of lightning lit up the sky. For a split second, Frankie could see the beautiful southwesten landscape perfectly from his window. "But it's not as beautiful as Gerard," Frankie thought to himself. He replayed the images of Gerard as he lay sleepless and scared in the top bunk. Even Mikey knew Frankie was petrafied of thunderstorms. He remembered how gorgeous Gee looked on stage that night. How the stage lights made Gerard look as if he was glowing. Frankie could see every perfect feature on Gerards body. Frank couldn't help but to sit up and peak over at Gerard, who was sound asleep in the bunk underneath. All he could see was a breathing lump of blanket. " Even asleep, he makes me smile" Frankie whispered to himself. At that moment Frankie knew he HAD to tell Gerard how he felt. But he couldn't, Bert w
Frerard - RosesI was four years old when my parents took me and my brother to a party. It was for adults; There were almost no kids to play with, there weren't clowns, there weren't even balloons. Well, clowns anyway were scary for me. It was a little boring, since my mom had my little brother with her almost all the time, being a baby. I had to stay in a little place they had for kids, with some toys. It was then when another kid arrived. He looked like he was my age, and had hazel eyes too. His mother told him something, before she left him. He sat at my side, getting me confused.Frerard - Roses4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi" he said, with a smile. At least he was not shy, like me.
"Hi" I greeted back, and we stayed quiet a little.
"My name is Frank what's your name?" he asked me, and I could feel his curiosity in me as he looked at me with his always present smile. The music the adults had was a little annoying, but they seemed to enjoy it while dancing. My parents were talking and laughing with other people on a big table, though.
Frerard Sequel 4The best part of the morning is waking up with him.Frerard Sequel 45 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My hair a mess. Plus his house always smells good. Like pancakes or cookies.
Right now I'm too tired to get up though, so I'll pretend to sleep a little longer.
I haven't seen Jeffery yet. I don't really want to. I know that sounds childish, I just don't feel like dealing with the drama I guess. I don't know if I should tell Kristi or not. I think she should know, but I don't know how to tell her.
Later in French when I'm reading a zombie comic he talks to me.
I stop reading and look at him, without saying anything.
"Hey I'm sorry about yesterday, and I don't want things to be weird with us can we just pretend that it never happened?"
I look him in the eyes and think about it. "Okay," He smiles a little "as long as you tell Kristi about it." His smile fades.
"I " He begins but stops.
"She deserves to know." I tell him.
His expression turns to anger. The muscles in his jaw ripple slightly as he tu
I'll Be Watching :Frerard:I ran a hand through my hair for the umpteenth time that day, pacing across the wooden floor of my bedroom. I hadn't slept in too long to remember, maybe it was days, maybe it was weeks, I really didn't know, or care. All I could think about was that he wasn't home yet. He promised me he'd come home. He said he would.I'll Be Watching :Frerard:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I shook my head and sat on our bed quickly, running a hand through my greasy hair again. My husband and I had gotten into a fight and he'd stormed out in a huff, telling me not to wait up for him and that he would be back later.
It had been so long I couldn't tell if he really was coming home. I tried calling him, but his phone always went to voicemail and that only raised my anxiety levels. I couldn't sleep without knowing where my husband was. I couldn't just rest when I didn't know if he was safe or not. He was my everything and I felt empty and lost without him.
I sighed softly and curled up on the bed, hugging his pillow close to me, burying my face in the soft fabri
Frerard Sequel 3I have to piss.Frerard Sequel 35 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gerard is in the shower and I have to piss. So what do I do? I walk in on him.
" What the hell." He's not as startled as I anticipated.
"I have to piss. And it's not like I haven't seen you naked before."
The glass door to the shower is covered in stream and drops of water.
When I'm done, and I wash my hands Gerard says "Hey Frankie?"
"Hmm?" I turn and face him.
"You know we've never fucked in the shower before " His hands pressed to the glass.
I raise an eyebrow. "What are you implying Mr. Way?"
Gerard opens the shower door, not bothering to grab a towel, and pines me to the wall.
"Hasn't this happened before?" Thinking back to the first time we had sex.
Our lips crash together.
His soaked body up against mine. ' Bitch is getting my clothes all fucking wet eh worth it.' I think to myself.
One hand in his hair and one on his back.
He rips off my pants surprisingly fast.
I take off my shirt and I'm thrown into the s
Notebook .:Frerard Oneshot:. I had always carried this notebook around with me everywhere. I kept it with me in case something interesting happened around me, or if I get a sudden urge to draw and I didn't have my sketchpad on me. This notebook could easily reflect my life in high school...although not all of it was just me. My best friend in the whole world, Frank would sometimes 'borrow' my notebook and make a silly doodle or write me a private message or something. Frank was the only one who ever saw my notebook's contents. Even my little brother, Mikey never read it.Notebook .:Frerard Oneshot:.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
But I had a different notebook that only I saw; a journal of sorts. It had my deepest darkest secret in it. There was no way in hell that anyone would ever read it because it was disguised as the novel Twilight. Not a single person that knew me would go within ten feet of that book because we all hated it.
Frank and I were practically joined at the hip. We wouldn't go anywhere without asking if the other could come along.
Creep - FrerardIt wasn't always this way.Creep - Frerard4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm naturally drawn to beauty. It's something I personally find rare enough to put on a pedestal; that anything beautiful is meant to be examined and admired.
I'm also more curious than a normal person should be. I guess it's in my genes, and that's something I can't necessarily just wash out.
The first time was an accident.
He had to have known his curtains and blinds were wide open, exposing not just a window, but a huge bay window, on the other side of which was his bedroom. It always struck me as odd of someone to require such a large window in the room where the most private things are accomplished. I didn't dwell on it, though. It wasn't the window I found interesting, anyway, but what lay beyond; within, and what I saw.
I had been walking home from my friend Bob's house. It wasn't far from my apartment at all, maybe a few blocks. I usually rode the bus because Bob complained whenever I was late, and walking meant more distractions. T
Sleep 3 - Ferard"Gerard, wake up!" I woke up to the annoyance of Frank howling in my ear whilst lying down near me on my bed. I chafed my eyes and looked up to see Frank amusing himself.Sleep 3 - Ferard5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You stupid fucker!" I hit him in the face playfully. He just kept chuckling with his cute and dorky laugh. I got up from my bed; I was in my blue plaid pajama pants and a regular black shirt. I glanced at myself in the mirror. My hair was a fucking muddle. I ran my fingers through my hair; I needed a shower as well. I turned to Frank. "Wait what are you doing here? And how did you get in?" I asked crossing my arms and tilting on my dresser with a wary grin.
"I have your key and I came to cheer you up!" He gave me a big smile and dismounted the bed. I turned back around to the mirror. "What, did something else happen?" He said almost leaving my room.
"Yeah..." I looked down and said silently. "But it's not about... Lyn-z."
He looked puzzled. "Then who is it about?"
I went to my closet and grabbed a supple white t
Tell Me GeeToday was Frank Iero's birthday.Tell Me Gee5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gerard Way was fully determined to make his boyfriend's favorite day of the year the very best.
He had the whole day planned, hoping it would all work out the way he planned. He even cleaned out his car a little bit, which he never did.
Gerard had called Frankie yesterday to tell him he'd pick him up at seven.
He stepped out of the shower and dressed himself, taking extra care of his appearance. His cherry red hair was combed in the perfect way and he was wearing the tightest pair of jeans he owned. He'd actually had to jump up and down to get them on. Then he found a snug clean t-shirt that smelled heavily of fabric softener, but which still held some of Gerard's cologne in it's fibers. He slipped on his boots and belt and pulled his leather jacket on his shoulders. He looked perfect. It felt good.
Gerard took his wallet and keys off of the kitchen table and stuffed them into his back pocket. He sent Frank a text saying he'd be there soon to pic
A Frerard Story Prt. 18As soon as Mikey opened the door to his room I jumped on him.A Frerard Story Prt. 185 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ah Frank!" I laughed and held on tighter to his head and wraped my legs around his waist. "Get off me."
"Frank, get off me!" I didn't stop laughing.
He ran towards his bed and jumped, making me let go of him and hit my head on the wall.
Mikey quickly got up and ran to the bathroom locking the door behind him.
I ran after him.
"Mikey open the door."
"No. I'm a take a shower." I started to giggle.
"Can I join you?"
"Aw. Why not?"
"Cuz... I'm a take a shower."
"But your mom said that we had to wash up."
"You have to wait until I get out."
I went back to his bed and laid on my back, putting my hands behind my head and crossing my legs.
I looked up at the celing.
I wonder who Gerard was talking to. It was probably her. I know it was her. Mikey said that he was happy before he answered the phone.
He was happy. Maybe he does like me. Maybe I should tell him how I feel. No. No, I can't do that. W
frerard - heart in a cage"Gee, wake up! Gee!" I gently shook my best friend. Gerard way was laying peacefully in his bunker in the tour bus. I smiled at his beautiful sleeping face and sighed. I loved him. He'd never love me back of course, but I loved him all the same.frerard - heart in a cage5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gee let out a little moan and rolled over in his sleep, shoving me aside and him off the bed. He woke with a start. I looked away quickly, blushing. He was naked.
"Shit, Frankie, was that really necessary?" he looked up and saw me blushing and looking away. "Oh grow up; it's nothing you haven't seen before." He sighed, standing up and grabbing his duffle. He pulled out a pair of jeans and some boxers.
"Uh you kind of slept in a bit." I began to explain as he clothed himself. "Everyone's out and about already. I volunteered to stay here and make sure you didn't sleep yourself to death."
"Damn, what time is it?" he groaned. I checked my watch.
"3.20," I replied. Gee sighed and bent down to pick up his doona which had fallen when he did. But his s
Frerard interrogation29 Days later .Frerard interrogation5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Bandit woke at 5am, ran into her parents' room and jumped on her Mum's sleeping form.
"Daddy's coming home today! Daddy's coming home today!" She shouted gleefully. Lyn-Z swatted her hand at her.
"Bandit, it's five in the morning. We don't have to get up for another two hours. Climb into bed with me and go back to sleep." Bandit burrowed under the covers and nestled herself in next to her mum, trying desperately to sleep again, but she was just too excited. After 5 minutes, Lyn-Z decided that it was a lost cause.
"I'm awake anyway sweetheart, we might as well start getting ready." Bandit and Lyn-Z spent the next few hours getting ready and cleaning the house, ready for Bandit's Daddy to come home to.
Bandit held onto her Lyn-Z's hand tightly as she pulled her through the sea of people crowding the airport. They had arrived with Bandit's Auntie Jamia and best friends Cherry and Lily, but the airport was so densely packed with people that Bandit couldn't see the
Frerard Sequel 1Watching him from down the hall.Frerard Sequel 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The rumors replaying over and over again. It's funny.
It's all shit anyway.
Some people say we killed Jon. And I guess if you think about it, we kinda did.
He had brain damage. Something from his past, his dad beat him. Something happened and it was left untreated. Then when Gerard hit him that day in the park, it set off this, like ticking time bomb in his skull. We really didn't hear all the details about it.
See, the doctors didn't find it, until he died. That was about 9 months ago.
It was self defense so we didn't get in trouble.
But, some of the rumors make me laugh.
Still watching him from down the hall.
His tight pants. Eyeliner. Sex hair that he purposely styles that way each morning. I completely zone out starring at him.
Then my cell phone vibrates in my pocket.
I blink a few times until I figure out what's going on, and pull out my cell phone.
1 New Message
I open it. It's from Gee, and it says:
You can come over and talk to me, you don't ha
Frerard-The Way You Look At MeFrerard-The Way You Look At Me5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't catch you doing it every time, but I know how you look at me. When I know you're doing it, it feels like the laser beams from your ray gun are drilling into my face. Hah, except it doesn't kill me.
I'll try not to show that I know you're staring, but sometimes, I can't help turning to look back at you. Only thing is, you look away as soon as my eyes meet yours.
Everyone knows we do it. And half the time, I don't think we realize we're even doing it to begin with. I guess it's just a habit.
And an unbreakable habit at that.
I'll get embarrassed sometimes because I'm hoping that I don't look like shit when you decide to rest your staring eyes on my face.
You'll make me nervous. It's like the nervousness that builds up inside right before we go onstage to perform. My heart will beat hard and fast in my chest, and I can practically hear it pounding against my ribs.
It's the way you look at me baby, that makes me go crazy.
And even though you might not know this,
I love it.