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My Shot at Frerard: or the beginning cause im LazyI stared out of my window.... how long till he comes home? I thought for a while staring out of the window, he was usually home by now. Glancing at the clock it struck 10 pm. Something must be wrong, he would've called, right? I guess I'll go lay down. Staring at the ceiling now, I'm so worried. He should be home. 10:30 struck and there was a knock on the door. Who would be knocking on my door at this hour? I opened it to find his little brother Mikey. "Oh hey Mikey, what's up? Have you seen Gee?" He looked a bit confused. "Gerard? No, I thought he was home with you... is he not?" That was not the answer I was hoping for. "No..he hasn't been home all night, he hasn't even checked in, no calls, emails, texts, nothing.." The thought of Gee missing began to bring tears to my eyes.. I could not live a life without him. Whats the point of living life if your happiness is gone? "Calm down, please don't cry Frankie" Mikey said trying to comfort me. Frankie...usually, only, Gee called me thatMy Shot at Frerard: or the beginning cause im Lazy5 days ago in Personal

New Fic Preview?1888 Transylvania

Gerard's P.O.V

"Quickly! Hurry up Gerard!" my farther yelled, I ran into the secret chamber
"Father no! I wish to help you fight, I cannot let you die" I pleaded
"No Gerard! You will hide here! Wait until either me or one of your mothers comes for you" he stroked my head and placed his hands on my cheeks.
"Be safe my son" he kissed my head and lifted me into the coffin
"Be safe yourself father" he gripped my hand, letting go slowly and sliding his hand out as he closed the lid.

Van Helsing’s P.O.V

"Well...all in all...this was very productive" Carl said, following behind
"So ...where has everyone gone?" he followeNew Fic Preview?5 days ago in Horror

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Frerard - MexicoA black parade one shot (no not smut. Might do that later)
Frankie's Pov
God, mexico. We were playing. I was rocking like always. During sharpest lives. I saw Gerard walk to Mikey and they had a moment that fans would freak over. Then in house of wolves, I may have not looked up, but I could see him walk over and stare at me. It made me think of the warp tour days when we kissed on stage. He never knew but I fell head over heels for him. And this was just restraining myself. Didn't he deserve that? The show was amazing. I came off stage drenched in sweat and my make up was running. I felt slightly deaf from playing and my fingers hurt. But it was all so amazing, I didn't care tonight. I sighed and basically fell into the seats of their ride. Closing my eyes and leaning back during the ride. I could distinctly feel Gerard's back on my outstretched arm. I refused to open my eyes. I didn't want to. To make it weird would be a fate worse then death. I drifted off a little. And when the carFrerard - Mexico6 days ago in Personal

What I'd Do Just To Get Back In His Arms: Part 1And that was the last time Gerard saw Frank.

He woke up late the next morning to an empty bed and an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Frank worked in the government, a very hush-hush arrangement. Not even Gerard knew what Frank did exactly, every time he tried to ask Frank about it he would only laugh and say that Gerard was too pretty to worry about it. He was often called up the office, as Frank called it, at all hours of the night. But when this happened he was always there by the morning, curled up with Gerard.

After showering, dressing, brushing (Gerard ran his hand through his hair once), and eating, he wandered over to the aWhat I'd Do Just To Get Back In His Arms: Part 11 week ago in Drama

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The Resistance: Chapter 5POV GERARD

~I still feel very embarrassed about what had happened at the training.
The position I'm in right now is definitely not helping me.

You can't fucking blame me for accepting Ray's challenge, It's one of my weak spots. Whenever someone dares me, I always have to show them I can do it. I always wanna win. When I was little Mikey never wanted to play with me for that reason, it wasn't a game for me. The fighting games were the worse, my dad had to come pry me of Mikey before things would escalate. When it did, it wasn't a pretty sight. Mikey still has some scars and biting marks on his body.

Yeah, I must have been a pretty annoyingThe Resistance: Chapter 51 week ago in Romance

Gerard Way1 week ago in People

Chapter 8- Don't Waste Your Time: FrerardIT HAZ BEEN POSTED!!
Eeeeeeep! Thank you thank you thank you thank you so so so so much if you still read this story! It means a hell of a lot! Honestly!Chapter 8- Don't Waste Your Time: Frerard1 week ago in Personal

partyghoul1 week ago in Other

Don't Waste Your Time: Frerard Ch.8

Don't Waste Your Time: Frerard Chapter 8: Fear and Hatred

As I turn back around from the door, I notice they're not in here. "They must be outside," I tell my self. Too my luck and advantage, they are. Gerard's leaning against a small black car, twirling keys on his index finger. I smile at him, and he does the same. "You're sitting in shotgun, Frankie," he says, opening the drivers side of the car, and sliding in. I walk up to the other door, and get in. I look over at him, and then back at the others who are seated in the back, all squished together.

"This is fucking scary," I whisper to Gerard as I turn back around. "You might want to usDon't Waste Your Time: Frerard Ch.81 week ago in Romance

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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.

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. HeWhat's Your Favorite Fruit?1 week ago in Short Stories

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