Frerard smut oneshots

Is It Wrong?

This one is inspired by the song 'Is It Wrong' by Lana Del Rey

Gerard's a local rockstar and Frank thinks he's hot.
(Danger Days Gee)

Smut

This is way too long i'm sorry 

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Lindsey rolled her eyes at Frank while pacing around her room, trying to find something decent to wear. The boy was sprawled out on her queen-sized bed, a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. She muttered insults through her teeth, while pulling a tiny top over her head.

Frank chuckled to himself, blowing smoke out of his nostrils. He found Lindsey stressing over clothing and makeup weirdly amusing. Lindsey didn't see the fun in the situation.

"What?" she scolded. Frank shook his head and gazed up at the ceiling, taking a sip of his beer.
She gave him a cold look, while frantically brushing her long, black hair.

"We're gonna be late you know" Frank stated, grinning at Lindseys attempt to tame her wild locks. She made a loud annoyed squeal, and threw her hairbrush in Franks direction, knocking the smoke out of his hand and the grin off of his face.

"For fucks sake dude" Frank groaned, brushing ash down from Lindsey's sheet and putting the cigarette out in his, now empty, beer can.

"Got anything stronger to drink? I need a serious buzz going on, to survive a whole night with those guys" he asked, placing the can on the bedside-table, crossing his legs on the bed.

Lindsey shrugged, slipping the top off, and trying on a black dress. "I think there's some gin in the kitchen, maybe even some tonic in the fridge" she told him, looking at herself in the mirror.

Frank stood up, walking over to Lindsey and pushing her out of the spot in front of the mirror, looking himself up and down.

"What the actual fuck Frankie, it's my fucking room!" Lindsey groaned. "Oh Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us" Frank smirked, winking at his own reflection.

"Of course it is, you tiny fucker" Lindsey snapped, pushing him to the side. "You could have put a little more effort into your appearance tonight though" she added, looking Frank up and down. "Oh shut up, I look good!" he whined pushing hair out of his face.

"Dude, you're wearing the exact same clothing as always. Black jeans and a band tee's hardly something to celebrate. Now, I look good" she smirked, twirling in the mirror. She did look pretty hot, Frank had to admit, skintight dress and everything.

"Alright, whatever. Give me an eyeliner then" Frank muttered, on the verge of saying "Fuck it" and staying at home. Lindsey handed him the eyeliner-pencil, a red lipstick grin on her face.

"At least you're trying" she winked, "Anyways I'm done now, gonna go fetch the gin". She left Frank alone in the room, closing the door.

Frank carefully circled his eyes with the black eyeliner, adding a little red, finally smudging the makeup. He ruffled his dark hair, tucking some of it away behind his ears. He could already hear Lindsey on the stairs. He sat back on her bed, lighting another smoke.

"Alright dumbfuck, we're going. I don't got gin, but I found vodka, we're gonna have to drink on the way to meet the guys" Lindsay said as she opened the door.

"What, we have to go already?" Frank groaned, lying back on the bed. "Yeah come on" Lindsey pleaded, kicking his knee. "Alright, alright" he sighed, popping the cigarette back into his mouth and grabbing his hoodie from the floor.

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The air was chilly and the vodka bottle was halfway empty when they reached the parking lot. They had been taking turns, drinking from the bottle since they left the house, it was safe to say, neither of them were sober. It was getting quite dark, so they heard the guys before they saw them. They were meeting up with some of Lindseys older friends. Frank couldn't stand them, they were loud and annoying and casually homophobic, not on a level where he could get away with punching one of them though.