Frerard-TeacherxStudent-NC-17-Part SevenChapter 7
P.O.V : Frank (1st)
The weekend was beautiful, never had I been so proud to be gay. Gerard and I were in love, and my life had never been better. Throughout the weekend Gerard treat me so well, after our tickle fest we fell asleep. I awoke with Gerard's arms around me, fast asleep. He looked so angelic. How did I get so lucky? That morning I made him a coffee, just the way he liked it. He must of had some kind of coffee-detector, because as soon as I came into the bedroom with his coffee, his eyes shot open.
He was so perfect.
On Sunday, late afternoon, Gerard took me back home and gave me his mobile number. He gave me one last kiss and I got out of his car and made my way up to my house. Waving to Gerard before stepping inside my house.
"FRANK ANTHONY IERO JR, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!"
I had completely forgotten that I was s
Frerard-TeacherxStudent-NC-17-Part NineChapter 9Frerard-TeacherxStudent-NC-17-Part Nine3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
P.O.V : Gerard
"Frank? Oh my god FRANK ANSWER PLEASE!"
I was in my classroom at the time when Frank had called, luckily I had no registry class so it was empty at the time. I jumped out of my seat when Frank wasn't replying.
Bert. I had to find Bert, god knows what the fucker had done to him.
I ran up to Mr Baggin's classroom, A.K.A Frank's tutor, also Bert's and barged in. Everyone stared.
"May I speak to Mr McCracken please?" I said to Mr Baggins, panting from my run.
"Um, yes, will he be gone long?" He replied, a confused expression on his face.
"I'm not sure yet, I will inform you soon." Bert got out of his seat, rolling his eyes and made his way over to me near the door. Mr Baggins nodded and I left the room.
I began to walk along the corridor, Bert close behind me. Once we were away from his tutor room I could begin my 'interrogation'.
"Right, Bert-" He was slouched against the wall, arms in his pocket, looking so fucking smug "-What the FUCK have you done to Fran
Frerard-Teacherxstudent-NC-17-Part Four (1)Chapter 4Frerard-Teacherxstudent-NC-17-Part Four (1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
P.O.V : Frank (1st)
Gerard grabbed his backpack and we made our way to the school parking lot.
"So, tell me, who are you doing your project on?" He asked me, not looking in my direction but smiling.
I laughed to myself and looked in his direction, "It's a surprise."
He laughed too, "Awh, Frankie I hate surprises" he said with a mocking 'pet-lip', and elbowed me gently in my arm, making me laugh even more.
He opened his car door for me and i went inside, he went round and got into the drivers seat and started the engine.
"Can i put the radio on?" I said, not wanting to distract Gerard's attention off the road for too long.
"Sure!" He beamed and i turned on the radio.
"NO FUCKING WAY, I LOVE THIS SONG!" I screamed as GreenDay's Basket case started playing on the radio.
"Frank, you get more amazing every-time we meet" He giggled, the compliment made me blush. "OH, is your project on Billie Jo Armstrong? Because c'mon who hasn't got a crush on him." We both blushed an
Frerard-TeacherxStudent-NC-17-Part Four (2)Chapter 4 (2)Frerard-TeacherxStudent-NC-17-Part Four (2)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
...A Very..Good and detailed drawing...
Gerard emersed out from his room carrying a 'the cure' shirt, singing away to himself.
I quickly stuck the paper into my bag.
"I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love.."
He flailed his arms around, singing again.
"Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love.."
"Not bad Gerard, not bad" I laughed and stood up against the door frame, admiring him.
He stared doing some form of ballroom dancing with the shirt, shaking his hips in a way that made me blush.
"Are you gonna give me that or just dance around?" i asked him, walking closer to him, my towel long gone.
"Hmm.. i don't know..." He pouted. "Why don't you tell me who you're doing your art project on first" He laughed and batted his eyelashes.
"Gerarrdddd, pllleeeeeeaaassseeeee" I batted mine back and attempted to grab the T-shirt.
Frerard-TeacherxStudent-NC-17-Part TwoSecond ChapterFrerard-TeacherxStudent-NC-17-Part Two3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
P : O : V : (1st) Frank
I made it through english, keeping my mind focused on the task rather than my next period, featuring comics, an empty classroom, and Mr Way..
I made my way out from the room and paced in the direction of Mr way's classroom..
"Oi! Fag!" Bert bellowed at me, i ignored him.
"HEY! I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU!" He shouted again,following me, Quinn and Jeph close behind him. I kept my head down and sped up my steps.
Mr Way's room was just down this corridor!
"Fuck off" i mumbeled, too afraid to say it to them, i kept staring down at the floor, now sprinting, until i bumped into something...someone..crashing down to the floor..
"Woah there Frankie.." My Way looked down at me, smiling, holding out his hand..
He called me Frankie,no one has,ever called me Frankie ... not even Ray or Bob..
I grabbed his warm hands as he pulled me up, he looked at me then back to where Bert, Jeph and Quinn were standing, "Can I help you?" he said to them, arms folded.
Frerard-TeacherxStudent-NC-17-Part EightChapter 8Frerard-TeacherxStudent-NC-17-Part Eight3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Monday morning. 6 Am..
Why the fuck am I up this early?
Perhaps it's the fact that I can't help but think about my ''detention" with Gerard after school, not to mention my two hour lesson with him first thing.
Or maybe it was my unusual case of morning wood...
Either way, I need a shower.
My mom was still asleep, thankfully. So I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the taps in the shower whilst i took off my clothes. As i passed the mirror I noticed a hickey on my shoulder, another one on my stomach, both I assumed were from Saturday night.
I couldn't help but smile.
After my shower I heard my Mom starting to wake up, so I ran back into my room as fast as I could, trying not to slam the door, too loudly.
I grabbed the first pair of boxers I could find and quickly got them on.
Band Shirt day, again. Oh what the hell, let's make everyd
Frerard-TeacherxStudent-NC-17, Chapter 11 (1)Chapter 11 ;Frerard-TeacherxStudent-NC-17, Chapter 11 (1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
6 weeks later..
"Mom, Mom", I called from the doorway, waving my report card around frantically.
"Hey sweetie, what- oh your report card?" She smiled and walked into the kitchen, "bring it into the kitchen honey".
I followed her into the kitchen and handed her my report, to me it had been a good few terms.
"Awh well done baby" she said, squeezing me tightly. "Ohh an A in art" She raised her eyebrows and I blushed and looked away smiling to myself.
"oh yeah, Mr Way loved my project in the end" I giggled slightly, remembering the smile on Gerard's face when I had finally told him about my project.
"I know you worked very hard on it dear" she released me from her grip and kissed my cheek.
"So what for tea ma?" I asked, casually.
"veggie lasagna, that okay?"
I nodded and sat down at the table and got out my phone, it buzzed. A text. From Gerard. I smiled and opened it.
"Y'know Frankie, you don't have to keep any secrets from me, I know about you and Mr W-or sho
Frerard-TeacherxStudent-Nc-17-Chapter 13Chapter 13Frerard-TeacherxStudent-Nc-17-Chapter 132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As me and Gerard made our way down the corridor, hand in hand, I couldn't help but smile..
My life was so perfect right now. Just a matter of months ago I was a self-harming-faggot who was treat like a doormat. But now I have someone who cares for me, someone who loves me.
I looked up at Gerard, he too was smiling. He looked down at me and gave my hand a quick squeeze...
"Frankie did you call your Mom, you know, to let her know you'd be staying with me tonight?" he asked.
Shit. I had completely forgot.."No, I'll ring her now".
I let go of Gerard's hand and pulled off my backpack, smirking as I felt the silk of the inside of the skirt as I slipped my hand inside. I found my phone and quickly typed in her number as me and Gee made our way to the parking lot.
"Hey, Mom I just wanted to let you know I'll be staying at Gerard's tonight"
"Frank, your Auntie and Uncle are over for dinner tonight and you promised you'd be here!"
"Oh..sorry Mom, I forgot, hold on
Awkward Flirting: Frerard: OneshotThe way he tosses back his head in laughter, as if whatever that girl is telling him is the funniest joke on earth… Why can't I be that girl?Awkward Flirting: Frerard: Oneshot3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Iero, you do realize that you are currently dribbling all over your jeans right?"
"Huh, what, I…oh…" I quickly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shifted my gaze from Gerard Sexiest-Guy-on-Earth Way back to Ray and Mikey.
"Dude, you look like you pissed your pants!" Mikey snickered.
I flipped him off and wiped napkins across my lap. Ugh. Gerard Hot-as-Hell Way always had that effect on me… I usually limited my staring to when I was alone but today, I just couldn't resist. His jeans were sagging like halfway down his butt for God's sake, and the sleeveless grey shirt he was wearing was showing way too much skin! So I was trying to get a sneak a stare while eating lunch with my supposed "best friends."
But I guess I hadn't been very subtle. Ray's eyes were going back and forth between me and Gerard Impossibly-Perfect Way's table a
Avengers: Frerard: Oneshot"Are you done NOW?" Gerard whined impatiently.Avengers: Frerard: Oneshot3 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
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
That Boy is Mine: Frerard: OneshotFrank's POV:That Boy is Mine: Frerard: Oneshot3 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
Frerard: Summer School chapter 4It was almost midnight, and I was still awake thinking about Gerard's plan. I flashed back to earlier. "What's the plan?" I asked. He started "Since we feel the same way about each other, we should have a relationship. Agreed?" I nodded. "Well, we should have one, but keep it a secret until you turn 18, and can legally date me. The only bad things are that you can't tell anyone, and we can't go out in public together. What do you think?" He asked. I could barely contain my excitement. "That's a great idea! But...when will we see each other?" I asked. "You could come over like you did yesterday. We'll also meet at school...are you up for more detentions?" He asked, smirking. "Oh, you know it." I said, raising an eyebrow. My thoughts were interrupted by a crash of thunder. Ugh, rain again. I turned over and tried to go to sleep.Frerard: Summer School chapter 42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was walking down the hallway to the art room. 'I can't wait to see Gerard today! I wonder if he'll give me detention for something ridiculous...' I thought. I
Hair Dye: Frerard: Oneshot"Trust me, this is gonna be hilarious!" Mikey assured me, stifling his giggles as he pulled me into a crouching position behind a cupboard.Hair Dye: Frerard: Oneshot3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Besides for the two of us and Mikey's older brother Gerard, the Way house was empty. Mikey's parents had gone out for the night and Gerard was supposed to be "taking care" of the two of us. Fat chance with Mikey Way around.
Gerard was a little weird, no doubt about that. He never really spoke more than a few short words at a time and often in the middle of those rare words, he would just stop and stare off into space. Plus, every time I visited the Way house, he was always cooped up in his room. I had no idea what he did in there and whenever I asked Mikey, he just shrugged. I had never actually dared knock on Gerard's door to find out myself but I was willing to bet it was something all creative and artsy. At school, Gerard was always winning competitions. Whether it was for painting or for poetry, Gerard Way's name would be at the top of the list
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
What's Your Favorite Fruit?Gerard yawned and stretched, propping himself up on his elbow. Frank was still asleep next to him, having clung to Gerard during the horror movie marathon they had last night. Gerard knew Frank never did well with horror movies, especially the really violent ones, but he had insisted he wanted to watch them.What's Your Favorite Fruit?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was laid out on his back, pillow lines on his face, hair curling around his ears and shirt rucked halfway up his stomach.
Gerard looked to his alarm clock; it read 9:21 am. He could hear his dad bustling around the kitchen, probably making breakfast. He looked back to Frank’s sleeping form and scooted down the bed carefully. He poked Frank’s stomach, earning a low groan. A second poke and Frank hummed. Gerard grinned, a wicked idea coming to mind.
He shifted his body, working his legs between Frank’s and grabbing his waist. Frank groaned, splaying his legs out on the bed as Gerard leaned down. He pressed his mouth to Frank’s stomach, just on the fleshy bu
Photoshoot: Frerard: OneshotI hate Valentine’s Day, Gerard thought as he gloomily put the finishing touches on the card he was making.Photoshoot: Frerard: Oneshot3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Inside the card was a very gushy, sappy confession of love he had written to Frank Iero, his long-time crush who didn’t even know he existed. But, like every other year, Gerard knew he would never have the guts to give it to Frank. So, like every other year, on February 13th, Gerard tossed another perfectly made Valentine’s Day card into the trash can by his desk.
He leaned back his desk chair, letting his shaggy bangs fall over his eyes and sighing dejectedly.
I’m such a coward, he thought, hating himself for being so spineless, No wonder Frank doesn’t even know me.
Gerard bit his lip, feeling his eyes start to sting with tears but just as he was about to burst into tears, Mikey burst into his room.
“Mikey!” Gerard said, clearing his throat and quickly brushing his palms across his eyes. “Haven’t you ever
Frerard: Summer School chapter 2Class passed quickly (I was sketching most of the time) and everyone was leaving...except for me. Once everyone had left the room, Gerard pulled up a chair at my desk. "Listen to me. You do NOT deserve to get bullied for being gay. You don't deserve to be bullied for anything, much less something you can't control. It seems like you've just given in to their sharp words. You've listened to them for so long that you can't tell how remarkable you are. You think you're just some emo faggot who can't do anything, but I know that's not true. Look at your sketchbook. It's filled with drawings; I saw you working on it today. They're amazing. I bet that's not your only talent either. Do you get where I'm going with this? You're human just like everyone else. Don't be ashamed of who you are, even for a second. And listen to me when I say this: gay people are the best kind. We put up with a lot of shit from other people, from the media, and even from the courthouse. We can't get married yet. ButFrerard: Summer School chapter 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
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.
Frerard: Summer School chapter 3Read this first!!!Frerard: Summer School chapter 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ok, as I got to writing this chapter, I realized it wouldn't work if Frank was a sophomore, because he wouldn't be of legal age for three years. Now, I'm changing his age to 17, and he's a senior, so he'll turn 18 during the next school year. Thanks for reading this part!
I was sitting at home, about do draw. I pulled out my pencil and reached for my sketchbook. Wait. I looked deeper into my backpack, but couldn't find my sketchbook. "What the hell?" I whispered to myself. I pulled out the contents of my backpack, but still no sketchbook. Then I remembered. I'd left it in the art room. I face-palmed at how stupid I was, and got my phone. I dug Gerard's number out my pocket, typed it into my phone, and wrote: "Hey, it's Frank, I think I left my sketchbook in the art room". He replied in under five minutes. "Hi, Frank. I noticed someone had left it there. I picked it up and brought it home, so you can come get it or I can drop it off at your house if you want". I
Frerard - Balloons in the WindLittle Frankie stared sullenly up into the tree above him to the tippy-top of the highest branch where his red balloon was lodged. He had been so careful while walking to his best friend’s house, gripping the string so tightly and curling it around his little finger a few times so it couldn’t get loose and fly out of his reach. But the wind had come up suddenly, and at the most vulnerable time – just as he had released his grip so as to hand it over to Gerard.Frerard - Balloons in the Wind3 years ago in Romance More Like This
At fifteen, Frank knew Gerard was perhaps a little too old for balloons, and at thirteen Frankie himself was too old to be crying over losing one, but he was. His friend rested his hand gently on his shoulder “I’m sorry you lost your balloon, Frankie… but it’s just a balloon.”
Frank’s lip trembled and he pulled his shoulder from Gerard’s grip, “It wasn’t *just* a balloon, Gee…” He sat down miserably on the curb and rested his head in his hand, h
A Bullet Through a Flock of Doves: 1A Bullet Through a Flock of Doves: 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Well, they encourage your complete cooperation...
He stared down the barrel of the gun, eyes narrowing, focusing on his target far below through the hole in the glass he hid behind. He licked his lips, moved his fingers, and the gun clicked, ready in his hands.
The street below him was a sea of people, hurrying and slowing and running and walking, a steady stream trickling into the bar across the way.
He was perched in a window, the window of the church that stood before the bar; tall, imposing, daring the sea of people to make their choice- sin, or be forgiven.
The stained glass sparkled, casting light across him- blood red, cadmium blue, saffron yellow. It gave him the appearance of a patchwork creature, his dark clothes morphing the light into the blackness, adding flecks of color to his inky hair, which hung low around his shoulders and neck.
And then there was the most noticeable feature- the cross which hung around his neck, gold on a gold chain. There was a ruby embed
Hello, Beautiful.Hello, Beautiful.3 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
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
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