Frerard Oneshots and Imagines

Valentine's day

Everything would be fine if Frank wouldn't act so awkward to many girls from the streets, the neighborhood, even at church.

Let's say, that he's not like one of those 'rich guys' or 'cool guys'. No, none of that shit. And sadly, he's not even interested in girls for many reasons. He is just an average young adult that almost no one understands.

It's February 14th, Frank was invited to a Valentine's day party at Pete's house, so he had his casual clothes already worn, he's got his phone fully charged as he checked the time. It was 7:09 pm, Frank wasn't sure if he could possibly act confident and kind to those girls he knew back then.
And a couple seconds later, he felt like he is ready and exited the apartment.

Walking down the streets, all the way to a party at Pete's place, Frank needed to control his mind as he promised to himself that everything's going to be ok, but not knowing he would be lying to himself and regretting it later on.

Suddenly, a random guy showed up from a gay bar and walked past through Frank, he looked feminine, yet he was built manly at the same time, his hair is firetruck red, and those hazel eyes caught Frank's gaze towards them, he swears to fucking God he saw that lustful smirk in which Frank obviously blushed pure red as the guy's hair.

I mean, who is he kidding? No other human being can resist to the red head's smirk. "Who's that?" Frank thought to himself.

Minutes passed by as he finally arrived at the party, he can tell there were some people in the front yard, but once he got inside the house, they were even many people than he could ever think.

As long as he search around the house, neon red and pink lights everywhere, passing through a lot of people, he spotted the first person he knew since high school. Of course, it has be no one but his best friend Ray Toro.

Frank immediately waved his hand and walked towards Ray as they made eye contact with each other.

"Hey man, thought you were too busy to come over." Ray said loudly since the volume of the music is so high it'll almost make your ear drums get damaged.

"Actually, I was busy." Frank replied. "Besides, I think I deserve a booze or two-"

"HEYYY! FRANKIE!" Frank was cut off from a voice that seemed familiar to him. It was Pete who already got half drunk hours ago, as he showed up, Pete put one hand on Frank's shoulder and the other one on Ray's.

"Woah! Damn Frank.. you look sooo sexaay! Jamia's really gonna be excited to see you." Pete giggled.

"Haha, thanks." Frank laughed but his smile faded as he heard the name Jamia, his ex girlfriend.

"Wait a sec, Jamia?"

"Yeah, she called me this morning and asked me about you." Ray replied while gulping down his booze.

"Was she invited too?"

"Yeah, why?" Pete said
"Ray, I need you to cover me. I am not in a mood to talk with her after she fucking dumped me."

"Frank, hey!"

This is some bad news, everyone.

Frank immediately turned around and saw someone he never expected who it was.

It was Jamia herself.

Shit

"H-h-hi." Frank stuttered.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about what I said back then and, uh, I was wondering if we could-"

"E-excuse me one moment, sorry uh, I have to go to the restroom." Frank cut Jamia off as he went to the 'bathroom'. This is so fucked up, he is so fucked up.

"Aww, don't worry 'bout him, he's always an asshole." Pete said patting Jamia's shoulder, Ray punched Pete right in his arm hard enough to make him hiss in pain.
"You're an asshole!" Ray exclaimed.

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It's been half an hour, and Frank was still anxious for no logical reason. He knew this was a bad idea to come over the party, well the good thing is he actually didn't lied to himself; basically he's supposed to be meeting new people and everything was definitely fine until his ex girlfriend showed up.

All those toxic memories with Jamia were surrounding Frank's mind and he couldn't get them out.

"Why didn't you answer my calls, you fucking cunt?!"

"You faggot! Why were you hanging out with this guy?"

"You and your faggot friend..."

"Leave me the fuck alone..." Frank mumbled to himself as he let a tear fall down to his cheek but then footsteps were coming from upstairs as he quickly wiped the tear away.

He was expecting it might be Ray or one of his other friends but none of them appeared.

It was the red haired guy who walked past through him one and half hour ago.

"Hey, why so sad, sugar?" Asked the redhead. "Pretty boys like you aren't supposed to feel lonely, y'know?"

"Yeah, I was just hanging around with my gang." Frank laughed. "Well, everything was fine until my toxic ex showed up."

"And that's why you ended up here?"

Frank nodded.

"Aww, that's no fun..."

After these words, the redhead leaned in and connected his lips on the short man's, Frank seemed to be shocked but honestly enjoyed it by kissing back.

"I'm Gerard, by the way... And you are?"

"Frank." He answered, Gerard placed two fingers on Frank's bottom lip, signaling him to open his mouth which he did; both of their tongues swirling together and a bunch of moans coming out from their throats.

"So, Frank..." Said Gerard as they pulled away from the kiss to catch oxygen, he leaned in closer to the short man's face and whispered into his ear. "Will you be my valentine?" The redhead asked.

Frank took some time to think about it, then smirked when he made up his mind.

"Fucking yes..." He smiled.

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Oh shiet! That was a long trip by the start, I was about to publish it in valentines day but I'm too late.

Hope you enjoy it, should I make part 2 maybe? Anyway, happy late valentine's day y'all! :D

Xo: sky🌙✨