Am I losing myself? (Frerard)
- LECTURAS 27,478
- Votos 1,187
- Partes 25
Contenido adultoConcluida jue, jul 31, 20141h 46m
Why do we have to live in a society where people are judged by looks? If I dress in dark clothes and listen to punk music I'm insane and depressed? Well thats the reason I'm on my way to the asylum right now. I was a victim of stereotyping
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
The Father, The Son, and The Nightmares In Between
"God, Gerard," he moaned, "Are you that oblivious?" Frank watched him nod with a shrug. He rolled his eyes and continued nonetheless, "I really like you. I just wanna be fucking normal!" He huffed rubbing his eyes, "I wanna do stuff that I would do if we were normal. Like fucking romance shit. Like holding hands on the roof and looking at stars. Or sing to my Pandora station while we clean parts of the church before Sunday. Or make out in the back of my car and listen to my favorite songs. And god I would kill to dance in the rain with you and not have to worry about anything. No vampire shit. No age gap. No fucking rumors. You know that half of this goddamn town knows about my love life?" He removed his hands from his eyes to stare at Gerard who was staring back intensely, "It sucks. Everything sucks. My fucking life sucks." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of gore, mentions of loss, mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHConcluida
Immortals (Frerard)
Everything in Frank's life is a mystery. He always heard footsteps behind him, his room was always clean even though he always made a mess, he always felt watched, he always heard stuff like twigs snap or breathing around him, his bullies never bullied him again but they always seemed scared of him, and most of all, Frank always felt protected. Frank always has cravings. For what, you might ask. Well, he doesn't know either. When Frank walks home one night from a party, he stumbles across a very fucking strange man with the unforgettable fire truck red hair. Then strange man enters Frank's life, making drastic changes to both of their lives whether they like it or not. ((My first Dom/Fertile))Concluida
Phobia | Frerard
Gerard doesn't quite understand why his hair turned completely white when he was only nine years old. There's a list of things he doesn't understand, such as why he can't leave the house after 6pm or why his mother was frantic to cover his hair when they went on family outings. He even wondered why he was pulled out of school after being neglected by all of his teachers. He just wasn't aware that he was a menace, a creative mind with too much power that was being brought into a ring of public shame. He was a Diff. Frank Iero, on the other hand, was a Same. He was a role model, the apple of his mothers eye and the ideal teenager that anyone could ever ask for. Yet, even the most perfect seeming person could have so many secrets that needed to be kept from the people like him. Frank's little secret just happened to be the fact that Gerard Way infatuated him.Concluida
rumors
( frerard au ) people talk. it's always downhill from there. THIS WAS A JOKE PLEWSE STOP READING THIS LFMFOConcluida
D A I S I E S. (frerard, pt1, finished)
To Frank, it felt like every thing he did needed to be perfect. He needed to be perfect. Everything had an order, and a way to do it, and it needed to stay in that order and be done that way. Everything in his life needed to be the best it possibly could be, he would not, he could not settle for less... He really didn't know about a lot of things, but one thing he will know, is that life is a wild ride from start to finish. It doesn't really matter if you find the answers you were looking for or not.Concluida
But I'd Like To Learn Your Name (Frerard Fanfic)
Frank's cousin Richard offers him a job in the summer at the restaurant he owns. But it's not a restaurant. Richard doesn't even own a restaurant, he's a drug dealer, and he has Frank do the dirty work. When Frank is making a round he meets someone in particular. The boy is really cute, he likes all the music Frank likes, and Frank really thinks he likes him. His name is Gerard. Gerard always sneaks out, to drink, do drugs, smoke. His parents try to talk to him, but it never gets through. After a failed suicide attempt they just give up. They give Gerard to one of his moms close colleagues. Mrs. Linda Iero and her family. After another failed attempt lands Gerard in the hospital, Frank and Gerard get closer and closer. I update every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. TRIGGER WARNING (suicide, self harm, drug and alcohol abuse, and I think that's all)Concluida
Desolation Row
"Tearing it up on Desolation Row, huh? Ha! God, I fuckin' wish." "Fuckin' hate it here, man." "Hey! Why don't you pussies stop your whining and come have some fun?" Gerard, Mikey, Pete, Frank, and Bob are stuck in their shitty hometown, affectionately nicknamed "Desolation Row." Born there, die there. That's how they think it works. Ray and Patrick have great lives on the other side of the city border, where everyone lives in giant houses and eats plenty every night and gets a chance to do whatever they want. They don't think anything could stop them from hating each other. Then a catastrophic problem at the other end of town causes two different lifestyles to clash together.Concluida
Project "homophobia is gay"
Highschool is a living hell. At least that's Gerard's opinion because he can't pass the hallways without being shoved against lockers or called a "fag". God, how Gerard hated this word. In his last year of school, he decides to take a risk and starts a school project in which he wants to find out why all of his teachers and classmates hate homosexual people so much. For his project "homophobia is gay" he interviews a few people but decides that this won't be enough. What if he could introduce one of them to his world and show them that it's not bad to be gay? And what if this person was Frank Iero, the guy who has a list of girls he slept with right under his mattress at home, and an abhorrence against the red-headed boy? *Warnings*: bad language, homophobia, smut, abuseConcluida
"God, Gerard," he moaned, "Are you that oblivious?" Frank watched him nod with a shrug. He rolled his eyes and continued nonetheless, "I really like you. I just wanna be fucking normal!" He huffed rubbing his eyes, "I wanna do stuff that I would do if we were normal. Like fucking romance shit. Like holding hands on the roof and looking at stars. Or sing to my Pandora station while we clean parts of the church before Sunday. Or make out in the back of my car and listen to my favorite songs. And god I would kill to dance in the rain with you and not have to worry about anything. No vampire shit. No age gap. No fucking rumors. You know that half of this goddamn town knows about my love life?" He removed his hands from his eyes to stare at Gerard who was staring back intensely, "It sucks. Everything sucks. My fucking life sucks." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of gore, mentions of loss, mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH
Más detallesPautas de Contenido