Hot for Teacher: Frerard Chapter ThreeMe and Mikey wait at Gerard's car at the end oft the school day. Gerard doesn't come out for a while after us. He unlocks the door and lets me and Mikey inside; I sit in the back and Mikey sits next to Gerard in the passenger seat.Hot for Teacher: Frerard Chapter Three3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, Frank," Gerard speaks peering in the rear view mirror at me for a quick second. "Tell me more about yourself other than you music choices. Like, what you like to do in your spare time and stuff like that?" He asks as he begins to drive out of the school parking lot.
"Uh... I play a little guitar. I'm not ve-"
"Wait, you play guitar and you didn't tell me that during art class?" He questioned sounding surprised, looking back at me in the mirror above him for a longer time than before.
"I did think about it then. I'm sorry, Mr. Way." I spoke a little timidly feeling like he was mad at me for not telling him I played guitar.
Gerard laughs a little and looks away from me and back at the road. "Don't be sorry. And call me Gerard. Anyways, you should bring it
Personal Stalker -frerard-"Hey Gee, need any help?"Personal Stalker -frerard-4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gerard Way slammed his locked shut, turning to face his short stalker. Frank stood there, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes and a massive grin on his face. His school bag looked about ready to burst, but he still followed Gerard around every day, asking if he could carry something, or fetch something, or do his homework for him, or just breathe in his air. The older boy was getting tired of turning the first year down, especially when he tried to hide his little forlorn face when he wasn't able to do Gerard any favours.
"Look, Frankie, I'm fine. I don't need you to do anything for me right now, ok?" Gerard sighed, trying to walk away from the midget in front of him. Frank stepped in front of him, preventing him from going to the cafeteria and getting the cup of hot chocolate he'd been longing for. "What now?"
"It's just, you... you look like you need someone." Frank said, biting his lip gently. Gerard rolled his eyes, pushing past Frank in the least cruel
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.
I See You in Everything - Frerard - One-ShotI See You in EverythingI See You in Everything - Frerard - One-Shot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I stare at my beside table vacantly, the bottle of pills glaring back at me. My heart does this little stop-start, and I gasp in a quick breath. The pills let out a laugh, making me cover my ears and lean over so far my knees touch my chest. A hiccup-like noise passes through my parted lips; God, I'm so pathetic sometimes! Still holding the sides of my head, I stand and walk to the window. I smile as I look out, seeing you waving to me from the outside. I return in, but as I acknowledge your presence, you vanish in a puff of smoke. A frown, something almost permanent on my face, creeps into my features as I turn away from the glass.
I run a hand through my black hair, a heavy sigh fleeing my chest. I go to the mirror on my dresser, and take in my checked pajama bottoms, dirty black t-shirt, and unkempt and filthy hair. I huff out a breath; something moves at the ve
20 Seconds.20 Seconds.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank Iero and Gerard Way lay sprawled out on their backs in the trunk of Gerard's truck, staring up at the pollution fogged night sky.
"Jesus, Manhattan fucking wrecks the sky, huh," Frank said absently, hands behind his head.
Gerard glanced over at him, then nodded. "Yeah. But it's kinda nice, in a way."
Frank spectacularly eyerolled his gaze to Gerard's face. "The pollution is nice? How so?"
"Well, you know. It's...familiar. I mean, it would be great and all if the world was clean and healthy and New York didn't spew its shit into the sky all the time, but as it is, it's okay. It's what I've always known, I guess." He didn't meet Frank's gaze, just chewed his lip and swallowed nervously.
"Well, sure," Frank said quietly after a pause, "but didn't you ever like...want something different from usual? Out of the ordinary?"
Gerard was silent, then, "Not really. I like being normal."
Frank stared at him. "Says the boy who draws hordes of zombie unicorns disemboweling his enemies,
Winter Mornings: One ShotThe snow fell slowly and silently as I lay awake in my bed on the cold December early morning. It's about three in the morning. The sun is still below the horizon out of sight. I see small dots of snow falling slowly to the already snow covered ground outside. Although the sun is still nowhere to be seen, outside my house is a purplish shade of early morning before the sun shows itself. It's a perfect morning.Winter Mornings: One Shot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sit up in my bed and rub the tired from my half awake eyes. I hear the sound of tapping against my window, turning to see Gerard smiling brightly. I smile and quickly stand from my bed, throwing on a random pair of shoes and wrapping my winter coat around my pajama clothed body. I open my bedroom door silently, making extra sure not to wake my parents and then get questioned where I am going at such an early hour.
Opening the door of my bedroom and shutting it was the easy part. Now I have to walk across the squeaky floor boards in the blackness of the morning without awaking m
Frerard - Drama Lessons - OneshotMy hands shook as I gripped the crumpled script tightly. I was going to ask him today. I was, I was, I was.Frerard - Drama Lessons - Oneshot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I took a deep breath as I approached him. He was sat at the bottom of the concrete stairwell, as usual, his lunch balanced precariously on his knees. He hadn't seen me yet and I considered turning around and walking away. No, no! I had to do it today. I needed his help.
Another step forward and I knew he must have heard me this time, because his head turned in my direction. When his gaze landed on me, his lips stretched into a toothy grin and I felt my heart pounding in my throat and my knees start to wobble underneath me.
"Hey!" He called, beckoning for me to come over, moving his bag from his side down to his feet so that I could sit next to him.
"Hi." I smiled as I sank down beside him.
"Whatcha got there, Gee?" He asked, peering at the paper in my hands.
"Ah, I wanted to talk to you about that actually " I was begging my nerves not to fail me, I'd got this far. "It's the
The Jacket - Frerard - OneshotThe Jacket - Frerard - Oneshot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A jacket is clutched between my shaking hands. It's black and made of leather, lined with fur on the inside. It's warm, the jacket. But I don't wear it. I can't. It's not mine to wear.
The snow is sticking, even to the paved trail, and it's already standing halfway up my shins. The lower parts of my jeans are soaked, my sneakers drenched. I can't see very far ahead through the snowfall. I trudge on, though. I know exactly where I'm going because well, because I go there all the time. It's the only place when I can see my boyfriend at ease. When he's not slurring his words or fogged with whatever he is on for the week.
Then, I spot him, my boyfriend. He's slumped over in front of the grave, shaking and wet and so tiny looking. I hold the jacket up to my red cheeks, hoping to warm them as I step closer. I look at the tag on the inside of the collar, and read the name scrawled there. The handwriting is undeniable, even after it's been almost half a year since the la
Photobooks .:Frerard:Oneshot:."Frank? Where are you, honey?" Gerard's honey-sweet voice echoed through the mid-sized home he shared with his husband. A husband he was have a difficult time tracking down at that moment. "Frank, seriously! Where did you go?" Gerard called, feeling stumped as to where to look.Photobooks .:Frerard:Oneshot:.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, an idea struck him and he quickly walked to their pull-down staircase. He tugged on the cord and swiftly climbed the stairway into the messy room. A small smile hit his lips when he saw where his husband was.
Frank sat with a photo album in his inked fingers, blissfully passing through memories as each picture brought them back. A serene smile played on Frank's lips as he giggled softly at a picture of Gerard when he played Peter Pan as a kid. And then the first tattoo he ever got. Then Gerard giving him a piggy-back ride home when he broke his ankle at the local park when they were teenagers. So many pictures filled that simple book and it filled Frank with a warm, familiar feeling, just like when he
The Fun Of Math - FrerardThe Fun Of Math - Frerard4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He stares blankly at the empty paper, his brain having stopped functioning ten minutes ago, after wrecking his brain for at least twenty minutes.
His teacher had ordered the class to give their desk partners, a new math problem every day for them to solve, and then have them check if they got it right the next day and give each other grades. Probably just so she wouldn't have to give them any homework herself seeing as it would mean actual work, he thinks bitterly. They don't even have project week as her excuse is.
Luckily he is sitting next to his friend, so the pressure isn't as big if he fails to create a fairly hard assignment. The fact that he just so happens to be in love with his friend is slightly putting him off though, seeing as he would be too distracted by staring hopelessly at him, to notice what was happening in class. So he totally blames his friend for being bad at math.
Half an hour later his mother is helping him, so he could finally go to sleep.
The next day
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:.4 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
Squeak :Frerard: Squeak...Squeak :Frerard:4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Squeak. Squeak, squeak
"Geez, this f---king bed needs fixed or something, it's annoying!" Gerard muttered angrily to himself, changing positions in an attempt to become comfortable while doodling. His pencil trailed across the page, making dark lines that contrasted with the pure white of the page, "Ugh!" Squeak, squeak.
Gerard adjusted his position, now leaning on his left elbow. He erased a line quickly, making the bed squeak with the fast movements of his arm. He frowned, making a growling sound. The squeaky springs in his bed were becoming increasingly bothersome to him. How could he possibly draw something good when he was being distracted by that constant squeaking?
Gerard looked up, still frowning slightly, then let his expression lighten when he saw his brother standing in his doorway, "Yeah?"
Mikey pointed a thumb behind him, "Your boyfr
We are Beautiful- Ferard1Gerard's P.O.V.We are Beautiful- Ferard14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gerard!" Mom called from the top of the staircase. "You're going to miss the bus for you're first day of a new school!" I groan at her words of 'first', 'day' and 'school'. I looked through the little window I had in my room. It was a beautiful, sunny September morning. I held a pillow over my face and dragged my self out of bed. I was in no hurry what-so-ever. I hope I miss the bus, so I could walk there and miss more of the day. I looked in the mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair and shook my head violently. My hair looked better than before. I left it how it was. I then finished what needed to be done to get ready in my room.
I walked up the stairs and saw my family sitting at the table. Everyone is doing what they usually are doing in the morning. Dad was staring into space, while mom continued to do something by the counter and Mikey, my little brother, is doing whatever Mikeys do. I sit down at
Drive By: Frerard- Chapter OneI walked out of the school; it was still pouring. My clothes were still soaking wet from the rain this morning. I walked down the path leading from the school entrance to the sidewalk. I looked down the street and saw the same black car that Gerard drove. I bit my lip a little, wondering what he was doing here. What did he want? Was he gonna give me a ride home? i sighed and dug around in my bag for something to seem like I was distracted. My hands found my headphones. I plugged them into my phone and put them on and started walking.Drive By: Frerard- Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I approached the car, I shoved my shaking hands into my pockets. I got to the back on the car. Nothing. The middle of the car. Nothing. The front of the car. Nothing. I smiled in relief as I successfully made it past the car. I took off my headphones; and almost immediately I heard the horn of the black car behind me.
I frowned and I turned back. Gerard sat in the front of the car waving me over. I walked over to the passenger side as the window rolled
The Box.People around the school knew Gerard Way as the creepy guy that dyed his hair a lot.The Box.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His classmates knew him as the guy who sat in the corner and didn't talk to anybody.
His friends, you could say, knew him as the one that drew amazingly, who was going to make it far in the comic industry.
His brother knew him as the best sibling in the world.
I knew him as my boyfriend.
Notice I say "knew", as in the past tense of "know"?
Well Gerard killed himself a week before our high school graduation.
He, he said the bullying was too much. He said that it's been going on ever since he was fifteenthe year he finally felt proud enough to tell his parents and friends that he was gay.
He said he was glad that the bullying died down for a bit after the "I'm gay" news got around, but it started up again when he was eighteen, when he dyed his hair red.
I tried to tell him he shouldn't care what the others thought, just try to stay strong, and he seemed strong for a long time, but
Drunk - FrerardRight now I'm at a bar after a concert my band, My Chemical Romance, had just finished. We all decided to go out and celebrate just because. Ray was chatting with Bob. Mikey was somewhere on the dance floor. And Gerard was at the bar, ordering alcohol, his weakness.Drunk - Frerard4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I smiled and decided to seat myself next to him. He's always funny when he's drunk. And it doesn't take much to get him drunk since he's such a light weight with it. Which is weird considering how much he actually does drink.
"Hey Gee." I said while plopping down on the stool next to him.
"Whoaaaaaaaaa...Hey Frankie baaaaaaby" He slurred putting an arm around my neck.
"Drunk I see?" I giggled.
"Pshaw, I'm completely sober." He emphasized.
"Sure you are..." I was trying to stiffle my laugh.
"Don't you sass me you...you elf."
"Elf?" I questioned.
"Yeah. You're an elf. I know because you're this big." Then he put his hand in the air showing me how tall he thought I was.
"I'm not THAT short." I said pouting playfully.
Piercingly Beautiful - FRERARDFandom: My Chemical RomancePiercingly Beautiful - FRERARD4 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
We Are Incredible.We Are Incredible.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gerard Way was a student at The Umbrella Academy.
The Umbrella Academy was, as the title suggested, a school. But it wasn't just any school. It was a school for the truly gifted – a school for those with, well, superpowers.
So then, you might ask, did Gerard Way have superpowers?
Yes. Well, one superpower. The thing was, though, it was only a Class 1 power, common and laughable. He could become invisible with a thought, but the problem was that anything on his body, including his clothes, would remain visible. And since he didn't fancy walking around naked, it was practically useless unless he just wanted to use it for shits and giggles.
It wasn't that Gerard was ungrateful, though. He was a huge comic book nerd, and to be in a school of supers, even if he was kind of the loser among them, was more than he could've ever asked for. Sometimes, when he was alone in his dorm, he would walk around invisible just to remind himself that yes, he was special, even if he was only a Class
Yes, Sir - Frerard - Chapter OneYes, Sir - Frerard - Chapter One4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm your new teacher, Mr. Way." And it had started just like that. But let's rewind to the very beginning shall we?
Frank woke up early morning, his green eyes adjusting to the bright light that was broadcasted throughout his room. He sighed, trudging out of his bed with a grumble. Another day, another day to get pushed into lockers, thrown into trash cans, and hit with mashed potatoes during lunch. He went through the regular routine, take a shower, eat a slice of toast, grab his books, tug on unironed clothes, and be out the door before his mother woke up from her drunken slumber. He already didn't have a good night's restmostly because of the ten year old mattress with the springs coming out the sides.
Today, he didn't need to deal with his mother saying that he was a failure or the fact that he was some tatted up freak who always got D's in grades, but A's in conduct. He didn't have many friends. He had people he called friends just for the sake of him keeping his so
You Can't Define Love - FRERARDFandom: My Chemical RomanceYou Can't Define Love - FRERARD4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Frerard (Frank Iero and Gerard Way)
"You're not gonna get any sense out of him, bro. I've been trying since English and all he's managed to do is confuse me with all of his Socrates bullshit." Mikey warns me exasperatedly, gesturing to our best friend who is striding happily along next to him, a smug and satisfied smirk plastered onto his adorably youthful face. "Fucking Miss Jones and her Greek philosophy." He grumbles in disdain at what his English teacher has unleashed upon us; a Frank Iero who believes that everything needs to be questioned and that nothing can have a proper answer. "All he's been doing since ten this morning is asking people to tell him what shit is and all they've managed to do is either get confused or majorly pissed off. Do you know how many angry jocks we've had to run away from, Gee?" He pauses for dramatic effect, adjusting his trademark glasses. "Four! And two nerds. He angered the nerds, Gee! The motherfuckers who are s
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