fishtard:
Frerard Fanfictions: fishtard: frerardfanfictions: “I watched him drop the towel from…
fishtard:
frerardfanfictions:
“I watched him drop the towel from around his waist and my eyes gravitated to the newly exposed area of his body. It felt almost like watching a movie. I knew he hadn’t noticed me, nor could he see me. But I was there as I watched him brush his hair at his…
I’m sure you haven’t. That was a mistake from me because I saw other post it there. It’s just that it can be unpleasent for those who do not appreciate slashfiction to see it in their tags of the people they like. I think it’s better if you’d keep it in the frerard tag only.
I’m sure that it’s easier to ignore a quite long textpost, then a photo with a oh-so-funny-I-want-to-lick-his-butthole-perverted-comment (which are praised here on tumblr).
So yeah, I’m amused by your try to clean up the tags (which are public), but I’m sorry, I won’t tell the people who reblog some posts to change their tags, and I don’t want to change mine.
fishtard:
frerardfanfictions:
“I watched him drop the towel from around his waist and my eyes gravitated to the newly exposed area of his body. It felt almost like watching a movie. I knew he hadn’t noticed me, nor could he see me. But I was there as I watched him brush his hair at his vanity. I was there as I watched him rub his tender-looking skin with lotion. I was there, still, even as he slid into his flannel pajamas and picked up a book, what looked like To Kill A Mockingbird, from his nightstand. That was when I realized what I was doing and panicked. I was being a creep.”
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http://falloutloveandhim.deviantart.com/art/Creep-Frerard-252918303
[Submission by fueledbyray]
Oh hey, could you perhaps stop tagging this Frank Iero, or Gerard Way, and for the love of god not My chemical romance? Please.
can’t remember ever tagging a quote with ‘My Chemical Romance’
but whatever
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I watched him drop the towel from around his waist and my eyes gravitated to the newly exposed area of his body.
It felt almost like watching a movie. I knew he hadn’t noticed me, nor could he see me.
But I was there as I watched him brush his hair at his vanity. I was there as I watched him rub his tender-looking skin with lotion. I was there, still, even as he slid into his flannel pajamas and picked up a book, what looked like To Kill A Mockingbird, from his nightstand.
That was when I realized what I was doing and panicked. I was being a creep.
”
I won’t post new quotes until tomorrow.
Submit some fanfiction guys~~~
“
Sorry,” he whispers, when Frank whines and shoves Gerard’s hand back to a place that won’t make Mikey have an aneurysm if he looks over. “Sorry, Frankie, it’s just that I’ve been waiting.
”
“
In Bratislava, Frank wears his “I ♥ Gerard” shirt during the show, and Gerard can’t stop grinning.
Right before intermission, Frank presses his sweaty face against Gerard’s neck, his guitar hanging loose at his side, and it’s easy for Gerard to turn his head and catch Frank’s mouth with his own, their lips sliding together, salty and familiar. The crowd screams happily, and through his closed eyelids, Gerard can see the flare of a thousand camera flashes going off. He feels Frank smiling against his mouth.
”
“
“You’re so stupid!” he chokes out, then cracks up some more. He tries to stop, really he does, he could be kissing Gerard right now but he can’t help it, all the emotion’s got to come out somehow. In huge cracking gusts of laughter that make his forehead pound, apparently.
“I think we can all agree that you’re both drooling morons,” Ray says dryly.
Frank laughs even harder. “Fuck you, you accidentally went on a date with an old man!”
“You did what?” Alicia laughs.
Ray scowls. “That was one time.”
“Wow,” Alicia says. “Jersey boys.”
”
“
Frank made sure to kiss Gerard in every take of the performance. He figured if he kept doing it, one of them was bound to make the final cut. It was kind of stupid and sentimental, but he wanted it there, even if what it meant probably wasn’t quite what it looked like. Gerard never missed a beat, and Mikey and Ray just smirked between takes, and Bob twirled his drumsticks and stared into space, so Frank figured nobody really minded his personal crusade.
”
“
“You got me all worked up,” Frank says, panting and happy. He stretches, palms pressed against the headboard. “Fuck, Gee, that was awesome. We totally have to do this again, okay?”
“Okay,” Gerard says. He pulls his hand out of Frank’s pants and wipes it on the sheets. His body’s buzzing with happy endorphins, but his head still knows the whole thing’s a terrible idea. He feels conflicted, wanting to give in to his joy.
“Like, just buddies,” Frank says. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, like, we can just—you know. It can just be for fun.”
“Right,” Gerard says. He stopped believing that bullshit when he was seventeen. “Sure.”
”
