Wake Up :Frerard: 1"Mom! Dad! No! You can't leave me!"Wake Up :Frerard: 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
I bolted up in my bed, my breathing coming out in sharp ragged huffs. My throat was raw from my unconscious sobbing and my face was slick with tears. I ran a hand through my hair which was sticky with sweat. I let out a sigh after a few deep breaths. "Just a dream Just a dream," I muttered to myself.
But it wasn't. No matter how many times I woke up, my parents were still dead. My parents still died in a car accident. My little brother Mikey and I were sitting in the back. I was trying to keep Mikey in his seatbelt when it happened. A semi-truck had burst into the intersection and hit the front of the car. And only the front of the car. My parents died, and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
I was seventeen then; Mikey two. Now, five years later, I was in custody of Mikey. I had made it my job to take care of him and give him the life he deserved.
There was a soft knock on my d
What If We Didn't Know- Chapter OneWhat If We Didn't Know- Chapter One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Fucking finally!" Frank hollered, slamming the front door of his house open and parading inside. "Summer didn't come soon fucking enough."
I laughed, following after him and dropping my bag on the floor next to the couch. "Jesus Franklin, watch your fucking language!" I mock-scolded.
"Both of y'all need to watch your mouths," Gerard drawled from behind us, and I turned to see a smirk adorning his face. "This is no place for such vile obscenities."
Frank raised an eyebrow at him. "My house, my rules," he stated, then stuck his tongue out. "So go make love to a fruit cake or something."
Gerard chuckled and draped his arm over my shoulder. "How come you didn't bitch at Mikey-Mike when when he told you to shut up but I got told to violate a dessert?"
"Because I like Mikey better," Frank retorted, crossing his arms and plopping down on the sofa.
"Well I like Mikey better too," Gerard laughed in my ear, his arm sliding down to my waist to give me a quick squeeze. I felt myself blushing slig
The Black Mansion P1The Black Mansion P13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gerard kicked the door to the black car closed, scowling up at the majestic Paramour Mansion. Mikey was curled up asleep in the passenger seat, legs drawn up to his chin. Gerard walked round to him, rapping his knuckles against the half-open window.
"Mikes, come on. Wakey wakey." He said, pushing his sunglasses over his tired eyes.
"Mmmhhmm." Mikey mumbled, shifting in his sleep. Gerard stuck a hand through the gap in the glass, poking his brother's cheek.
"Leave me alone Gee."
"Nuh uh. You're going to have to get out sometime." Gerard reasoned, flinging the door open and leaning over to unbuckle the seatbelt stretched across Mikey's chest. He yawned, pushing Gerard away and clambering lazily out the car. Ray's car pulled up next to them, startling the younger of the Ways.
Piercingly Beautiful - FRERARDFandom: My Chemical RomancePiercingly Beautiful - FRERARD3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Frerard (Frank Iero and Gerard Way)
Point of View: Gerard
I told Frankie no. Made it perfectly clear that he was not doing that in my bedroom, no matter how much he wanted to. No fucking way was it going to happen. I told him that just because my parents and little brother are out doesn't make it alright to do something like that in my basement bedroom. I couldn't have stressed the point enough, told him exactly the opposite of consent. Told him that hell could freeze over and I still wouldn't change my mind. It just wasn't going to happen. Nope. Not in my bedroom and certainly not without his mom knowing.
Yet here he is, standing in front of me in his torn-up jeans and Misfits t-shirt, beaming at me with the pride of a five-year-old showing off his first loose tooth.
"You did what?" I gawp, staring at him in disbelieving shock at his admittedly admirable determination, my voice more incredulous than angry. "You do know that your mom's gonna kill yo
Words From The Heart : Frerard"Assez...j'apple...je sweet...no...suis...I'm not feeling this Babe." I moan to Gee, whose lap I'm sitting in. French is not my thing. He nuzzles into my neck, pressing soft kisses just under my ear.Words From The Heart : Frerard3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I dump the book on the bedside table and turn round in his arms, gently kissing his nose, "Mmm...Baby," I whisper against his lips as our mouths meet softly, "I love you." He smiles back and strokes the back of my neck, playing with my hair.
He pulls us down so we're lying side by side with my head resting on his chest, his arms still round me. I love cuddling like this but I've always been a snuggling person.
There's a knock on the door and I turn to face it, so Gee's spooning me, kissing between my shoulder blades. "Mikes?" I call softly and he sticks his head round the door.
"Aww," he smiles at the sight of us, "they're downstairs. Sorry...you'd better get dressed." Gee's arms tighten round me as Mikey gently closes the door.
I turn to face him and we stay in each other's arms for a fe
Aprils's Fool. Frerard. Oneshot"Fuck yeah, morning fun world," I said sarcastically to myself, throwing my seemed so heavy body on the grey loveseat, letting my face drown in the armchair just absorbing the weird smell of the velvety surface and wanted to just relax, my whole body ache from unpacking. I just awake from my ten hours sleep which seemed to be not enough and call me vampire or whatever but today's sun was just too hatefully blinding. "Fuck you sun " I mumble weakly upon the loveseat, I really need to go get a coffee.Aprils's Fool. Frerard. Oneshot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, this was the great story of my at-the-moment-fucked-up-life, I would like some claps and drum rolls as the background, but I guess grasshopper-chirp would do. I just moved to this blue-painted not-so-big empty house on some new suburb 3 days ago so basically I don't have many neighbors which is good because I was this kickassed anti-social dude. I've been busy with unpacking my oh-not-so-much things so my phone was dead and I'm still too fucked up to charge it (I don't even remembe
Seize the Day - Synacky/Frerard Collab Ch. 3Seize the Day - Synacky/Frerard Collab Ch. 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
Brian walked into his English class a few minutes late and sat in the very back. None of his teachers ever called on him to answer a question, or even knew his name, and he intended to keep it that way. He was beyond tired from staying up most of the night with Ronnie, but he was desperate to stay awake in this class. It was a required course and if he ever wanted to become a lawyer, he had to pass. And that wasn't looking very likely. It wasn't that he wasn't smart, he was just a slacker; not wanting to ever do his homework or study very hard.
Despite his efforts to stay awake, he was slowly drifting away into unconsciousness. He was almost completely asleep when the loud vibration of his phone on his desk jolted him awake. A few students around him were staring at him in confusion, but it didn't seem to cause too much of a distraction. He blushed, smiled apologetically to the people looking at him, and glanced down at his still-vibrating phone. Ronnie was calling him. But why? He kne
Cold Thoughts: Part One-FrerardCold Thoughts: Part One-Frerard3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was seventh period. I sat alone in the band room, slowly strumming my guitar, random chords escaping the stretched, metal strings of the instrument.
"Frank. Are you planning on staying here all day? Band class ended about ten minutes ago, you know." The gentle yet grungy voice of my band teacher sounded from the front of the room. Sitting up, I immediately turned to see Mr. Gallante standing by his desk, shuffling several loose sheets of paper into a neat pile.
"Oh! I'm sorry I just got so into the music I can leave." I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment. I suddenly felt like I was in an awkward position and started to pack up the sheet music I had acquired. I had been trying to learn a "Black Flag" song before Mr. Gallante had so gracefully interrupted.
"No no, it's quite alright, Frank. You're amazing at playing and I'm very impressed at the amount of dedication you put into practicing. It's not quite often that