Bad to the BoneBad to the Bone2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gerard Way has what people would call an 'imaginary friend.'
Except he's not imaginary.
Gerard is very sure of this- after all, why would he be anything but real?
His name is Frank, and he's Gerard's only friend in the world.
Besides his little brother, Mikey, who doesn't really count.
The first time he saw Frank was when he was four years old, playing beside the pond in the Way's backyard. He'd been digging around in the mud on the banks, and dipping his stubby little fingers into the algae covered water, squealing at the tiny bugs that scattered away from him, when he'd heard a voice that he didn't recognize.
He looked up, eyes round and curious.
"Hey, kid," said the voice, and then there was a boy sitting across the pond, on the big rock there. Gerard tilted his head. The boy was much older than him, about the age of Brendon, Mrs. Urie's son, who went to the big school for big kids- high school. He had dark hair which curled around his ears and neck, narrowed green eyes, and pi
That Boy is Mine: Frerard: OneshotFrank's POV:That Boy is Mine: Frerard: Oneshot2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first thing I noticed when the Way family walked in through our door was that one of the brothers was incredibly cute. He was exactly the kind of boy I dreamed about; dark haired, not too tall, dressed in tight, black jeans and with eyeliner applied thickly and masterfully. Unfortunately, in my experience, all dream boys are either taken, straight or don't exist. And also unfortunately, this boy looked like the kind who was taken or at least wanted by many…
"Donna, Donald, how good to see you!" my mother gushed, stepping forwards and embracing both Mr and Mrs Way.
She turned to the two boys. "And these must be the famous Way brother's I've heard so much about!"
Dream boy smiled and held out a hand for my mother to take.
"I wouldn't say famous so much as infamous," he laughed modestly, "But yes that would be us. I'm Gerard and this is Mikey."
I'll be honest, I laughed louder and longer than any of the adults just so Gerard would look at me, even if it was only to
Waycest: Chocolate Drops 01Waycest: Chocolate Drops 012 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I count my toes. One… Two… Three… Four… Five…
Six… Seven… Eight… Nine…
“Michael… Please, you’re embarrassing me… Honey…”
Ten… I have ten toes, including my big toes, my right one wiggles as I recount it. I finally look up and my brown hair is too long to really see my new dad and brother.
That’s right, my new dad and brother. I don’t really want to think of them as that, but my mom hounded me about how ‘rude’ it is not to call them or consider them family.
But I can see his black hair and gleaming eyes, my new brother. My mom pulls my hair back from my forehead, making my face exposed to them. Once I see them both I blushed intensely.
“Is he always this shy?”
“Oh… No. No!
Frerard Oneshot: Accidents Happen for Good ReasonsFrerard Oneshot: Accidents Happen for Good Reasons2 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is all in Gerard's POV
I toss around in bed, unable to sleep. I turn onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, sighing. I close my eyes but it doesn't help. I can't stop thinking about him. Frank, my best friend who also happens to be the guy I have a major crush on.
I just can't seem to get him out of my head. His short black hair, his gorgeous green eyes, his perfect lipsespecially his lips. I think about those full, pale lips night and day.
I sigh into the silence that is night and turn onto my side, curling up into a ball. I stare into the darkness and then I close my eyes, managing to drift off into a restless slumber.
Frank is walking with me through what looks like a meadow. We're laughing and kicking over the tall daisies and overgrown grass. We stop walking and sit down, just the two of us, the greenery coming just above our heads. He looks at me with those orbs of pure emerald, his eyes searching for something within my hazel ones. He leans in and I feel his perfect
The Man of His Dreams: Teaser 1The Man of His Dreams: Teaser 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ohhhh yeah I used my icon in a story preview image. Hell yeah.
So...you guys can actually thank the camp counselor named Loki for this particular idea.
See, I'd just finished listening to him ramble about his awesome ideas, then me, him, Frank, and another friend were walking, and somebody (I didn't know them, just a random girl) said, "You crushed my dreams!" to somebody.
And I said offhandedly, "Wouldn't it be weird if there really was a dream crusher?"
Then I brought up the movie In Time, where time literally is money, and Loki and I were saying it was such a good idea but could have been executed much better.
Then, I combined those ideas....what if dreams were money?
See, people need sleep to survive, and the most important part of this sleep is REM (rapid eye movement) which is the stage of sleep in which people dream.
Studies show that without any sleep at all, people can die within 10 days. The side effects before death are staggering as well, and if one is
Not In the Script .:Frerard Oneshot:.A sigh escapes my lips as I plop down at my desk. What sick person puts math as your first class of the day? I can't wait for English class. That's the first of two classes where I can be more like myself than all my other classes.Not In the Script .:Frerard Oneshot:.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Okay guys. We've got some theorems and postulates to copy down today, so get out your binders." The Geometry teacher, Mr. Tops says with a smile, while all the students groan and reach under their desks. I bend down carefully so my earbud doesn't fall out; which would get me caught with my ipod.
"Frank, hand it over." Too late. Mr. Tops is glaring down at me. I look back up at him and grin sheepishly.
"Come on Frank, you know the rules. You'll get it back at the end of class." Groaning, I hand over my precious ipod. How can I get through class without my music?
As I predicted, class dragged on for what seemed like days to me. The bell was music to my ears at this point. I sprang up and ran over to Mr. Tops' desk to recieve my soul back. He turns to me slowl
Promise ::Contest Entry::I promised you I wouldnt fall in love But it was never that easy.Promise ::Contest Entry::6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I made a promise to you that this was only for fun But I just couldnt keep it.
And I never knew Id fall for you And you just didnt either.
And I never wanted it This love Because you didnt
And I didnt want to do this to you.
And I couldnt help it because Im so much weaker than you
Your absolute strength is your allure And I know my lack of it makes you sick.
I worship the person that you are And I despise the wretched one I seem to have become.
I wish I didnt know how to love And how very deeply do I wish that you could.
When I first kissed you it was under the warmest blanket of summer rain. You held me close and ravaged my lips; as if my infatuation could give you shelter.
Frank, you sang across my cheek; and I came alive inside.
You ran the delicate tips of your fingers up into my shi
Waycest: Chocolate Drops 03Waycest: Chocolate Drops 032 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I blink three times, gazing at the acoustic guitar. It looks really pretty, dark brown wood, with little skulls engraved into the wood on the frame. It sort of reminds me of all those scary cartoons that made me close my eyes then I would realize it’s not scary at all.
I shyly walk further into Gerard’s room, I know I shouldn’t be in here but he’s at school right now. I don’t go to a school, really, I only do homework on the computer because people make me uncomfortable. I listen to a lot of music, I like music it helps me whenever I feel antsy. I can’t really play, but I want to try and learn it so I can make my feelings come out in melodies. It would beat my silence, how my lips always glue themselves shut around everyone. I can’t talk or speak my mind often but maybe this guitar can do that.
I stand there nimble and slowly inch my arm out to the guitar that rested on the side of Gerard’s bed. My fingers grace it and it’
Avengers: Frerard: Oneshot"Are you done NOW?" Gerard whined impatiently.Avengers: Frerard: Oneshot2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
From through the locked door, he heard Frank's classically adorable giggle and gritted his teeth in jealousy.
"Not yet, keep your cape on Gee!" Mikey replied.
Gerard scowled and continued sullenly pulling a hairbrush through his rather long black hair. He had grown it out especially for Frank, who had wanted the four of them to dress up as characters from the Avengers movie for their almost-traditional Halloween trick-or-treating.
Gerard's pale skin and dark hair had made him the obvious choice for Loki and because of how short Frank was they had unanimously voted that he be the Hulk. That was exactly where Gerard's problem had begun.
When Frank had come to the Way house earlier that evening, he had said that he was going to go shirtless (supressed moan from Gerard) and wanted to paint his torso in green. Of course, Gerard had instantly volunteered to do the painting. But to his disappointment and bitter jealousy, Frank had instead asked M
All The Right Words: 1All The Right Words: 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So, have you thought any more about the band?"
I raised my eyebrows and glanced over at Ray from where I sat in the passenger seat of his car. He was watching me, half worried and half irritated. I didn't blame him. I was being pretty irritating and worrisome these days – I knew both he and Mikey thought it. I wasn't oblivious to the things that went on behind my back. They were worried about my 'delicate mental state' or something of that nature. Ever since I'd stopped writing…no, Gerard. Don't think about that, you'll only make it worse.
Ray didn't give up. He was one stubborn bastard, but then again, wasn't that partly how he put up with me? I'd found that the only people I could surround myself with were the stubborn ones. Hm.
"But it makes you better, Gerard! The music, it's like…it's like how writing was for you!"
I stiffened, eyes narrowing. Too stubborn, Ray. You went too far. "And you don't see me doing a lot of that lately, do you?"
"And why don't you?" he asked softly
All The Right Words: 5All The Right Words: 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
My heart all but stopped, and I was distantly aware that I was sliding open the door to the backyard, mouth open. Gabriella noticed me first since she was facing me, and her mouth opened, too, teeth coming down to bite her lip anxiously. Frank said something, and she just kept looking at me, horrified.
He got the hint and turned quickly. Our eyes met and he sucked in a breath. I could hear his small noise, a word which could have been, "Fuck."
I thought maybe I was yelling, but the blood was roaring in my ears and it was hard for me to hear much of anything. Gabriella was scrambling out of the pool, struggling to pull a towel around herself, and Frank was backing out, slipping a little on the steps. His boxers were plastered to his body, leaving practically nothing to the imagination, and he turned to Gabriella, but she was running inside.
Then I became completely aware that yes, I was yelling. People were gathering at the windows, and Frank was huddled there, looking miserable and cha
Only Absence - FRERARDFandom: My Chemical RomanceOnly Absence - FRERARD3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Frerard (Frank Iero and Gerard Way)
There is no more laughter.
Not from your lust-cracked tulips that once tangoed upon my own. No more high-pitched shrills of light amusement breaking up the dicey moments of tension between us, nor are there any deep and throaty rumbles of joy erupting into my starving ears like music to a baying crowd. There aren't even brief sprinkles of your childlike giggles echoing into the apartment anymore. Nothing that can ever connote anything brighter than misery is heard here now.
Even the drip from the faulty tap that you were supposed to fix whilst I was at work last Monday sounds melancholy, kind of like it's crying. But the sort of crying that isn't hysteric and unorganised; rather steady and mournful, as though it's rationed out the tears because it knows the duration of time between now and happiness will be vast. Before the dripping was just mildly annoying, but not to the point of it making me mad. Just li
Waycest: Chocolate Drops 06Waycest: Chocolate Drops 062 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have a one-track mind now, as I sat cumbersomely on the kitchen stool. Eating my well-deserved hangover breakfast; this consisted of a platter of eggs and bacon with a mug of coffee to boot. Gerard only dropped me off… The jerk can’t even look me in the eyes after our sort-of fight in the car, I didn’t want Gerard to shut me out. My mom tries to wring me out on what exactly happened last night. I can’t summon enough courage to talk to her, to give her a proper explanation… or excuse, because my thoughts were drowned with Gerard.
Maybe, perhaps, I had a brother complex?
Or, maybe I’m in love? I couldn’t be, it’s impossible… Gerard just infatuates me. I admire him. Love is not something I can ever wrap my head around. It confuses the hell out of me, more than people do!
I mean, my heart picks up and it’s just a rush whenever I’m near him. My mind becomes uneasy, and I sort-of just go blank around him. I le
Waycest: Chocolate Drops 08Waycest: Chocolate Drops 082 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I open my eyes, and sigh. I turn my head to my wood nightstand; the alarm hasn’t gone off yet. I blink rapidly, rubbing my eyes and getting the sleep out, checking the numbers on the clock, 5: 30 A.M.
I usually am not up this early, I stir in my bed; the sheets and everything about my bed makes me feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was because I had my whole head nearly shaved and now the short stubbles felt weird against the fabrics of my pillowcase. It was like my head was naked, Richard forced me to get the hair cut at the local barber shop; I had never been there until Richard took me. He didn’t like coming home and seeing me with oddly chopped up hair, telling me that that my mom would freak out coming home to me like that. He also mentioned that I had to start “manning up” around the house… I still don’t understand what he exactly meant by that.
Two days since that meltdown in Gerard’s bedroom, today is Monday. Which means I would do m
EyesHave you ever felt eyes burning into the back of your head? Eyes penetrating skin, muscle, bone; piercing so tangibly your soul?Eyes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hes felt eyes trace; and yearn; and beg to touch.
Hes felt them skimming down the exposed skin of his neck. Place imaginary kisses along that arch; down pale arc of milky white. Eyes that ask to lavish lips on and around his jaw, a shapely cheek. Place hands on slender shoulders and impart the lightest of holds.
Hes felt eyes creating ghost hands to trace down the tops of arms, allow themselves to wander to chest.
Felt those eyes that imagine the sight of his body shivering in response. The eyes of one that can only dream of how wonderful that might feel.
Those eyes relish the lingering gaze that Gerard feels so strongly. And he knows that he is the object of desires unspoken but with every part of their being felt.
On stage he feels them. Drowning out, even, the thousands in front.
They explore most wondrously the curve of his w
Hello, Beautiful.Hello, Beautiful.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gerard really didn’t mean to walk straight into the gay bar.
Really. It was an accident! He could without a doubt attest to that – the place was marked only by a small, dimly glowing Pepsi sign, and he’d been to all the other bars in the area, so he’d just wondered…
But as they say, curiosity killed the cat. And so it was that Gerard slipped into the unmarked, unassuming, somewhat shabby building, and all at once found himself in the middle of what was very obviously a gay bar.
It was kind of like in the movies when everything just goes silent and everyone looks up at you. Gerard had barely made it three feet into the room when all the heads turned, and he found himself faced with dozens of pairs of male eyes, narrowed and looking him up and down.
Gerard made a small gulping noise, because this wasn’t just any gay bar – it was a scary gay bar. Practically everybody was dressed head to toe in leather, with piercings, tattoos, and dyed or impres
Angel, Don't You Cry.Come on angel,Angel, Don't You Cry.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you cry.
Don't cry for me,
Believe these words I say to you.
It gets better.
I know you feel alone
I'm struggling to find you,
To break the ropes that bind you
To a ghost you used to know.
But I can't find you, dear
Don't leave me now.
I can't make it...
You caress my heart,
then break it.
Puppy-Dog Eyes - Oneshot."Do we really need this dog, Frankie?" Gerard asked his husband, "We have two young sons to look after. Would we be able to look after it properly?"Puppy-Dog Eyes - Oneshot.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Frank flashed him the adorable puppy-dog eyes that he knew all too well The puppy-dog eyes that had first drawn him to Frank.
"But the boys have been asking for a puppy, Gee!" Frank pulled his adorable puppy-dog face, and Frank knew that he was going to give in to that. He always did. He couldn't help himself.
Gerard sighed, walking into the breeder with him. They were greeted by and elderly lady or at least, Gerard was, Frank was already surrounded by puppies. It didn't take a genius to work out that he was in seventh heaven.
"So what is it you're looking for, young man? A cur or a bitch?" The elderly lady greeted, taking Gerard's hand and shaking it.
"We're looking for an err cur puppy that would be suitable for our two young sons." Gerard replied awkwardly, slightly uncomfortable as a couple of Yo
I'm (Not) GayI'm (Not) Gay2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stared at Gerard from a distance, his dyed red hair falling perfectly over his pale face. He smiled and laughed as he opened his locker, a white envelope dropping onto the floor. Gerard looked at it, picked it up and shoved it in his locker. He was my best friend and I just wished he would open the envelope and read about the feelings and memories that are scrawled on that piece of paper held within…just once. I went to look away as Gerard’s beautiful green eyes latched on to mine and he smiled at me, motioning his hand for me to walk over. I hesitated, before taking a deep breath and walked towards him.
“Hey Frank,” he said cheerfully.
“Hey Gerard,” I replied nervously.
“You okay, Frankie?”
“Yep, just Valentine’s Day I guess,”
“It’s less than a week away, but you will find a girl,”
I don’t want a girl. I thought. I want you.
“I might…” I lied.
The bell sounded