Frerard One-Shots

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|A/N: Halsey has got me obsessed with the music video for this song. Wowie. Kay, here's a slight frerard version for you. Anthony is mentioned (he is used for iero twins but in this case, used for probs the best thing I've ever written as Frank's son) and Gee crossdresses lightly|

Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so. You said your mother only smiled on her t.v. show. You're only happy when you're sorry, head is filled with dope. I hope you make it to the day you're 28 years old.

Gerard watched desperately from afar, pulling his camera up to take a picture of the one thing he adored the most: Frank Iero. Yet sadly, Frank knows nothing about his attraction to him, and he can never know. The thing was, Gerard was only 16, but Frank, well he was 30. Plus, Gerard's mom was attracted to him too. Frank and Donna both think the teenager is attracted to Frank's son Anthony, but he really isn't. Anthony looked up at Gerard, smiling at him, and the raven haired boy just happened to catch his heartthrob's eyes too. Frank and Anthony were playing tennis, Gerard and Donna just happened to be at the country club today so they went down to chat for a bit. The pale, raven haired boy took another photo, of what everyone thought to be Anthony, but was another one of Frank. The older, tattooed man was just so beautiful and intriging to the teenager. Gerard couldn't help himself.

Frank and Anthony walked over, setting their rackets down on the glass table. Gerard and Anthony hugged, they were already best friends, and then sat down. Gerard picked up the tennis ball from the table rolling it around as he talked to his best friend, occasionally looking up at Frank. "So, how about dinner, maybe tomorrow?" Gerard suddenly heard his mom say, so he looked over at his mom and became instantly jealous as she wrote her number and their address down on a napkin with a heart. Frank accepted it, after much persuading from Donna.

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise
You're spilling like an overflowing sink
You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
And now I'm tearing through the pages and the ink

Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colors
Pull apart at the seams
And it's blue
And it's blue

Gerard was lingering around the country club halls, his jacket pulled over the thick strapped tank top he was wearing, the hood pulled up over his hair. He was walking past the boy's locker room until he saw it. Frank was shirtless, and his tattoos were glistening. Frank and Anthony paid no mind to Gerard, obviously not knowing he was peaking, as the raven haired boy pulled out his camera. He snapped a few more shots of Frank, catching the tattoos on his front and back. Gerard bit his lip, walking away, listening to his sneakers scuffing on the floor. He walked off to find his mom so she could take them home.