Permanently Yours- Frerard

Permanently Yours- Frerard

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*Based on a post I saw on tumblr* Gerard Way has a thing about needles. God he hates them. Their look, their ice cold touch everything. Yet he finds himself working at a tattoo shop for two years. He designs tattoos and often tattoos others but not himself. Never. Never going to happen. Next door is where Frank iero sits. The flower shop is his. He arranges flowers for every occasion. His pale skin contains no colourful tattoos and he simply has no desire to cover himself in the art work. However one day Gerard comes into the flower shop and both the men's lives begin to warp and change, hopefully for the better.
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Frank Iero is struggling with his battle against drugs and depression when he meets artist Gerard Way in a coffee shop. The pair immediately hit it off, and begin their new lives together despite their many issues. - "Homophobic comments are not tolerated here," she pointed her nose in the air as she frowned down dramatically at Gerard. She crossed her arms aggressively causing her ponytail to sway behind her. "Listen kid, I'm the biggest fag in this place, so I'll make all the homophobic comments I like, 'kay?" Way sneered back, raising his eyebrows confrontationally and continuing to chew on the stirrer. She stared at him in disgust as Frank giggled, "It's true, he owns pink tools," he pointed out before she rolled her eyes and stomped away. "The color of the tools doesn't impede their ability to be tools- wait why are you digging around in the closet?" Gerard asked as he waved the stirrer around. "Why do you keep pink tools in the closet?" "Tools. I keep tools in the closet because where the fuck else am I going to keep them? I rarely need to hammer or screw anything," Gerard said as he sipped his soulless coffee earning a suggestive wink from the younger. - Dark content warning. Comments are appreciated. Don't be a stranger, babe.

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