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[achemicalmess]

I miss them ✨ F&G from my fic Tonight We’re Gold in one of the most memorable scenes #frerard #frankiero #gerardway #frerardfic 
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[c0ffee-gh0ul]

The Dumpster Fire of Hurt: 03 - Bitter

TRIGGER WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of blood and injuries It was nearly midnight and I was walking home from Bert’s house. Across the street, I saw three figures kicking something under the dim streetlights. I stopped, trying to figure out what was happening.   

There were no cars on the street, so I slowly inched my way towards them.    They weren’t kicking something, they were kicking someone. A someone who I knew.  

I couldn’t believe the pain I felt in my heart at that moment, as well as the anger. Not the anger towards the someone, like usual, but the anger towards the strangers who were hurting him.   

It was Frank.   

“Please, make it stop.” I heard him whimper. I had never seen this boy so weak, ever in my life. Something in my heart told me to go defend him.   

Long story short, I called the cops, and those three kids ran like the wind.   

 I immediately ran up to Frank and knelt down.“Hey, Frank, are you okay?” I asked.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He mumbled.

“But, uh, you’re bleeding, and-”

“Don’t touch me! I’m fine, I just-” He tried to stand up and flinched.

“You’re not fine! You’re a fucking mess!” I tried to convince him to let me help him.There was silence, and then he broke. He held his knees to his chest, and slowly, tears streamed down his face and his entire body shook. “It hurts… It hurts so fucking bad…” He sobbed.

“It’s okay…” I mumbled, placing my hand gently on his shoulder. “Do you need me to call a hospital? Or your parents?” I offered.

Frank continued to sob. “N-no. I’m fine.” He sniffled, slowly getting up and walking down the dimly lit street.He was limping, and his face was bloody. His knees were scraped up.

I felt weak, since he didn’t want my help. But, I understood why he wouldn’t want my help. He hated me. And I hated him, too. We had a difficult past. But, after that, I knew I had a soft spot for him. Just a little.

The next day at school, he came in, scrapes, bruises and all. Everyone was so concerned for him, including me. Gross.   

Why was I feeling any sort of sympathy for him? I despised him, and he despised me. Disgusting.   

“Dude, what happened to Frank?” Bert asked me.   

“Beats me…” I shrugged, acting like I had no idea what had happened the night before.   

But, I saw it all. The blood, the wounds, the scrapes, the black eye… And the way he looked at me with sorrow and affliction.   

In class and in the hallways, Frank kept glancing at me. I couldn’t tell if it was rage or apology. Maybe a mix of both.   

By the end of the day, I had enough.    Mikey and I were outside the front doors of the school and Frank walked out.   

“Alright, Iero, what’s up with you?” I scowled, standing in his path.   

“What do you mean?” He shot back. “I haven’t done shit to you!”   

“The glances. All fucking day. You wanna kill me or something?”   

Frank rolled his eyes. “Fuck you, man. Fuck all this.” He pushed me out of the way and stormed down the sidewalk.   

“That was… weird, to say the least.” Mikey said.   

“You’re just bitter! Ungrateful ass motherfucker!” I yelled to Frank. He turned towards me, all the way from the other end of the sidewalk, and stuck up his middle finger.

There were tears in his eyes. What was that bitch crying about now?   

“Was he crying, Gee?” Mikey asked.   

“Yeah, whatever.” I huffed, starting to walk away.   

“But… Don’t you feel bad?” Mikey asked, catching up to me.  

“No.” I said bluntly. “Can we stop talking about Frank?” Mikey nodded and we walked home in complete silence.   

There was always something about Frank that made me eternally angry. In our past, we were friends. Right up until freshman year, when he decided to forget about me and make fun of me daily because he thought he was better than me. So, I decided to stand up for myself and now we’ve been in this feud for two years. In the back of my mind, I always wondered what it meant. There had to be a deeper meaning.

[achemicalmess]

Working on this sad ass xmas fic that is a pain in the ass to write but I’m trying my best

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[moejoee]

A fanfic frerard, wattpad #Frerardfic http://w.tt/1A0ptP8 spanish fic c:< I drew it and wrote it v:

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Frerard fanfic

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Hot for Teacher by lifeinreverie (LiveJournal)

Gerard Way can be classified as three things—child prodigy, musical genius and the worst teacher ever. No, really.

[zombiegeoff]

Everyone else nods in agreement and gets their shit set up. "You guys ready? Count it down Gerard!" Frank says before looking to his guitar.

"Okay..." He takes a deep breath and sighs. "1, 2... 1, 2, 3, 4!" Mikey starts playing and everyone joins in. Gerard starts off singing slowly, and quietly. He was feeling really self conscious about his voice. He was already make little squeaking noises, and his blushed as he looked back at Frank.

[zombiegeoff]

Frank grabs his guitar and stands to the right of Gerard. "Pick a song and we'll play it Gerard." Ray adds. Frank smiles and watches Gerard, he had missed his voice, seeing him up front.

Gerard hums and taps the mic against his chin. "Wanna play one or ours? I say Astro Zombies." He laughs and looks back at Frank and Bob. "Sound good?" He asks and Mikey nods. "Hell yeah! I'm down."