#frank iero fan fiction

[ourlady-ofsorrows]

Eight Years

Summary: You run into someone from your past. Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader Word Count: 1,649 Warnings: language Square Filled: Eight years since I’ve been seeing your face.  A/N: My first fic in what feels like forever and my first entry for @bandombingo​! I hope you guys enjoy it :) Feedback is cool! If you want to be tagged in any of my writing just let me know!

You heard the news that he was coming back from so many people that you were starting to believe it was too good to be true. A rumor designed to lure you into a false sense of happiness only for it to be ripped away at the last possible second. So instead of getting excited and joining in on the plans for the welcome home party you kept your distance, not even bothering to offer your opinion when asked how he would feel about certain things — you knew him best after all. Sure, that used to be true, back when he was around and the two of you were inseparable; back before he moved across the country and you heard from him maybe once. No, you didn’t know him best at all. In fact, you were pretty sure the strangers all across the world knew him better than you did now. So you didn’t let yourself think about the party or the planning or him. You were much better off pretending that he didn’t exist at all.

You walked into the bar, exhausted from a long day of meetings, wanting nothing more than to start your weekend with a glass of wine. The crowd in the bar was larger than any other Friday night and you frowned a little as you took a seat on the last available stool. It wasn’t until you looked around the bar and noticed the decorations, complete with a welcome home sign, that you realized why the bar was so crowded. Your efforts in distancing yourself from this particular event had clearly paid off because you genuinely forgot about it. Maybe it was due to all the stress at work or maybe it was because you really didn’t want to see him but you’d forgotten about the party nonetheless.

Not wanting to be there when he arrived you got off the stool and made your way toward the entrance. You made it half-way before the door opened and he walked in. You stopped dead in your tracks and stared. You took in his appearance as his eyes scanned the room. He looked good and you hated to admit that. His hair had gotten a little longer and he was considerably more tattooed than when he left, noticeably he’d removed all of his piercings too, but he was still very clearly the same Frank you remembered.

His eyes landed on you just as you were about to turn around and leave through the secondary entrance at the back of the bar and he smiled. You couldn’t help but smile in return and give a small wave. All of the resolve you’d built up about leaving the bar and not being around him had completely crumbled the second his eyes met yours and you were now completely rooted to the spot as he made his way through the crowd toward you. He shook a couple of hands and gave a few hugs as he encountered the party goers but each encounter was brief. It was clear the only person he wanted to see was you.

“Y/N/N, hey,” he said when he finally reached you, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. “I didn’t think you were coming. Everyone I talked to said you couldn’t make it.”

“Well, I hadn’t really planned on it,” you admitted. “I mean it’s been eight years since I’ve been seeing your face and I haven’t heard a word from you since you moved out to LA so I kind of figured you didn’t really want me here. It is good seeing you again though, Frankie, but there are a lot of people here who came out to welcome you home. I’m gonna head out, go make your rounds.”

You gave him another small wave and a sad smile, turned around, and walked out of the back entrance of the bar. Your lip began to tremble as you walked over toward your car and you willed yourself not to cry. You didn’t think seeing him again would affect you quite this much and you were angry with yourself for it. It had been eight years, you were so sure there were no feelings left for him but apparently you were very, very wrong.

You finally made it to your car and started to open the door when a hand came from behind you and pushed the door shut. You turned around and came face to face with Frank again, his eyes searching your face for any reason as to why you left the way you did. He noticed your eyes brimming with tears and let out a sigh, running his hand down his face.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N,” he said. “When I left I just thought it would be easier on both of us if I cut off all contact.”

“Why would that be easier, Frank?” you asked, hating the fact that the tears started spilling down your face. “I loved you. I thought what we had going was great and then you told me the band was moving to LA and that was fine, I wasn’t going to tell you not to go, but I figured we would work through the distance and then you went radio silent. And it wasn’t just a couple of months while you recorded the album, no, it was eight fucking years of radio silence! And now you come home and just expect everything to go back to normal?”

“I never said I expected things to go back to normal, Y/N/N,” he said, leaning against your car. “I know it can’t go back to normal but I want to try. I can’t live my life without you in it. I spent the last eight years that way and it was fucking miserable.”

“If you can’t live your life without me then why did you shut me out?” You asked, wiping the tears from your face.

“I was worried that the distance would be too hard and you would leave me,” he said, looking down at his shoes. “I didn’t know if the move was going to be for a couple of months or a couple of years and I didn’t want you to uproot your life. You had just gotten that promotion and I wasn’t going to take that away from you by asking you to follow me and the distance scared me. I know people do it all the time and make it work all the time and I knew we made it work when I was touring before the move but it just felt bigger this time around. The distance felt bigger. I wanted you to be able to have the life you wanted without having to worry about where I was going to be.”

“Did you really think I wanted a future if it didn’t involve you?” You asked, leaning against the car next to him. “I didn’t care where you were, Frankie, I just wanted to be with you. And if you had asked me to follow you, I would have. My boss was willing to relocate me to LA if necessary. I had planned for the big moves but I stayed here because you didn’t make it known that you wanted me with you.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said. “I really am.”

“I know, Frank,” you sighed, pushing yourself off the car. “I forgive you for what happened, it was so long ago there’s no sense in being upset about it anymore but I’m not sure I can do this with you again.”

Frank nodded, pushing himself off the car as well, and shoving his hands into his front pockets once again.

“I need to get home. It’s been a long week. Have fun in there and maybe I’ll see you around,” you said, getting into the car and pulling out of the parking space.

By the time you made it home you were even more exhausted than when you’d gotten to the bar. Your mind was running a mile a minute, however, and you knew that sleep wasn’t going to be on the horizon for you any time soon. After changing into more comfortable clothes, taking your makeup off and throwing your hair up into a messy bun, you poured yourself a large glass of wine and sat down on the couch – fully prepared to watch a marathon of your favorite cheesy movies and forget your encounter with Frank had even happened.

You spent a majority of the first movie replaying your conversation with Frank over and over in your mind. By the time you were half way finished with the second movie you were ready to call it quits and head to bed, even if you weren’t all that tired. You figured if you were just going to think about Frank and not pay attention to the movie you were watching there was no sense in sitting on the couch and driving up the electricity bill.

You had just locked the front door and were about to turn off the porch light when you saw someone jogging up your front steps. It didn’t take you longer than a second to recognize that it was Frank. With a sigh you unlocked the door and opened it just as he was about to knock.

“What are you doing here, Frankie?”

He didn’t say anything, instead he closed the gap between the two of you, grabbed your face and kissed you. When he pulled away he set his forehead against yours.

“It’s ok that you’re not sure about doing this again because I’m sure enough for the both of us,” he said. “I don’t want to do life without you ever again, Y/N.”

“Ok,” you said, giving him a small smile, before pressing your lips to his once more.

@ohprettyweeper​

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[anystalker707]

.worship.

Pairings: Gerard Way x [gender neutral/afab] Reader Frank Iero x [gender neutral/afab] Reader Word count: ~ 700 [G.W.] - 600 [F.I.] Genre: Drabble / Smut / Fluff Summary: His adoration for your body is unquestionable. Kind of content: Chubby Reader / Praising / Dom-Sub undertones / Sub Reader / Body worship not proofreader

requested by anon ["heya, first time asking for smthn like this but do you do any fanfictions for plus size / chubby readers? If you do could you do a sub female plus size reader with Gerard way or Frank iero? Smthn slow and loving? (Smut)"]

MASTERLIST

Gerard would often get lost in thoughts while staring at your thighs, even before you even got together. You would often catch him looking at your thighs—even more when they were flat against some surface—, with that dumb face, and he always did that shitty poor job whenever someone confronted him about it. After you two got together, he simply pretended that never happened.

Gerard would always buy you the best clothes that made your curves stand out. He would always have that dumb look on his face while observing you trying on the clothes he bought you. Pampering you would quickly become a habit. Seeing you in those pretty clothes, even more, the lingerie and thigh highs… He needed to see you in those, to touch you and tell you how pretty you were. Sometimes, it just resumed itself to admiring, really, sitting on his lap while his hands ran along your curves, and he pressed kisses to your neck while whispering sweet words.

Gerard sometimes couldn’t handle how hot you looked and would take you away for a fuck. He needed to have you under him—or on top of him, even. All that mattered was being able to have a good view of your body. Something about the way the skin sank under his fingertips every time he held onto your thighs, hips, or waist was just so heavenly. Or breasts— Fuck, the way he would hold them while you rode him. He loved the squish, the way it felt, the way it looked.

Gerard also loved sinking his teeth into your skin, sucking and biting marks into it because just observing wasn’t enough. He needed even more of you. He would not hesitate to nibble your thighs and hips whenever he had the chance, seeming all proud of his job when he took a look at it later.

Gerard would gladly die smothered by your thighs. Having his head between your thighs was absolutely one of the things he loved the most, having the soft and plump skin he loved so much around his head while he pleased you.

          Gerard’s hands slipped between your thighs, while one of his arms wrapped around your torso for support; meanwhile, one of your hands wrapped around his shoulders and the other around his wrist.

“God, you’re so hot like this, baby…” His breath was hot against your skin, forehead pressed to your temple while he kept speaking those sweet nothings. The words alone were enough to make arousal stir in the bottom of your stomach, even more with how his hand moved between your legs.

A couple of fingers teased your clit, rubbing slow circles into it. Gerard loved the way your breath would get caught in your throat, making broken whimpers escape your lips while you hopelessly tried to move your hips against his hand. Useless, by the way. He just wouldn’t change the pace of his fingers. He wanted to enjoy every second the most, savoring the moment completely, even if all he had at the moment was a neglected cock stuck inside uncomfortable tight pants. The most he would have, from time to time, was the way your thighs would rub against it whenever you squirmed.

Those thighs, fuck. They looked so pretty flat against Gerard’s like that. He really couldn’t help himself.

Occasionally, Gerard’s fingers would actually slip into your pussy—he would collect some of the wetness to help his fingers glide against your puffy clit even easier, making the motions so delicious.

“Gerard,” you choked out his name, trying to plead for him to finally let you cum.

“Shh,” Gerard soothed. He could sense your thighs pressing together a little too much, your hips too unquiet, so he gave you a pause once again. He could keep going like that, wanting to see how far you could go until you either became a complete mess or came with the slightest touch.

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Frank maybe—just maybe—loved your chubbiness a little too much. He wouldn’t admit it, constantly stuttering excuses and looking away while his face burned red, but you knew too well that he enjoyed the way your bottoms sometimes sank into your skin and made the skin muffin a little.

Frank, whose hands always found their way to your thighs whenever you sat on his lap or had your legs over his. He would hold and squeeze your thighs, sometimes absentmindedly, as if they were his to use as he pleased whenever he wanted to.

Frank would always hold onto your hips while you kissed, letting his fingers sink into it. Sometimes, he would even rub circles into your hips. It all started when he would occasionally pull you closer by your hips, then he started squeezing them out of curiosity before it grew into a habit.

Frank loved just resting his head on your tummy while you lay in bed or on the couch. He would just rest his head there and, sometimes, slip your shirt up a little bit, so he could give your tummy tiny kisses.

Frank would always bite his lip and groan softly whenever you started taking off your clothes, sometimes muttering about how hot you were. His hands would immediately roam over your body at any given opportunity. His hands would grope everywhere he could, going down your ass to hold there while you made out or while you rode him.

          “Frank,” you whispered. Those little kisses on the exposed slice of the skin of your torso were starting to lose their innocence. You took a little too long to notice—you were immersed in the book you had in hand, lying on the couch while Frank lay his head on your torso like he usually did. “Frank,” you said again, with a firmer tone.

A groan came in response from Frank. He said nothing, of course. If anything, he only got bolder. His kisses went until the waistband of your shorts, where he had to take a pause while his fingers wrapped around it and slowly started pulling it down.

A shaky breath escaped your lips.

“Mm, Frank, I’m—”

“Your book can wait,” he said simply as he just took your shorts off.

Who even were you to argue? A sigh escaped your lips as you put the book away and spread your legs open to give Frank more access.

Frank’s lips kept peppering kisses all over your tummy and hips, worshiping them way more than he would admit he enjoyed. He nibbled a little down your hip, making you gasp and instinctively buck your hips forward. Damn.

“What are you so hot for…” Frank grumbled among other things, making your face heat up while you tried to sit still for him. His hands held onto your thighs, letting his fingers sink into them while his lips made their way down until the feeling of him mouthing your pussy through your underwear made you squirm again. “Easy,” Frank said with a gentle squeeze on your thighs. It took you a little effort, but you did your best to sit still as his mouth pressed to you through your underwear, only starting the teasing.

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#my chemical romance #frank iero #gerard way #x reader #x female reader #transmasc reader #frank iero x reader #gerard way x reader #fan fic #fan fiction #mcr x reader #oneshot #imagine

[19emma75]

my fav frerard fics

Ok so here’s my grank fic rec list!! I’ve put links to each fic on ao3 for easy access + most if not all have nsfw/explicit elements so be warned!! I’ve written afew tags next to each one so u get an idea but no spoilers ok here we gooo

⭐️ = fav of all time/must read

- The Best Part of My Day by pixie_revolver - office co-workers au

- ⭐️pinkish by antspaul - kid fic, fake relationship to lovers

- Black Market Blood by autoschediastic - short vamp!gee/human!frank

- ⭐️The Mess We've Made by ViciousVenin - pencey era frank, strangers to lovers, angst with happy ending

- Life as a Process by ViciousVenin - fav vamp!gee fic, college roommates au

- Happy Together by MorningGloryxxx - focus on mental health/lgbt themes/addiction, eventual happy ending

- A Splitting Of The Mind by Shoved2agree - yall already know, cw for heavy mental health focus

- Unwanted Thoughts by ViciousVenin - touring, pining, friends to lovers

- Skin of the Canvas by sinsense - art school/nude model au

- ⭐️Unholyverse trilogy by Bexless - holy grail of fics, priest!gee, demons, stigmata (you've probably already read this ik)

- ⭐️The Anatomy of a Fall by novembersmith - supernatural, high school au

- ''that was easy'' by metaleaterz - 'the staples fic', they just work at staples and its cute ok

- another superstition by metaleaterz - friends to lovers houseflipping au

- ⭐️Crossed Out by Haze - time travel and blood magic!! so incredible it should be made into a tv show umbrella academy style

- ⭐️In a Column of Lights by xobarriers - entomologist!gee/director!frank, SO wholesome and sweet and lovely

- Did You Miss Me? Cause I Missed You by LiberXI - wholesome/funny/smutty friends to lovers college au

- ⭐️Nothing Above Nothing Below by LiberXI - pencey era strangers to lovers with a supernatural twist, LOVE the writing style sm

- You Will Leave a Mark by brooklinegirl - short but intense pencey era strangers to lovers

- rough ‘round the edges by starryfrens - sick fic with gee as frank’s caregiver, heavy and heartwarming

- Living on a prayer by beforethesungoesdown, Kitoko_kun - priest x priest with expected amounts of catholic guilt and pining

- Before The Second Show by CharredLips - sweet + fluffy bullets era mutual pining

- ⭐️Wishing You Were a Ghost by pixie_revolver - “right person wrong time”, angst with happy ending, heartbreaking but amazing

- ⭐️Kinktober 2023 by insusurro - all parts set in the same universe, surprisingly heartwarming for the subject matter, great characterisation

- ⭐️Moth to Flame (or Whatever) by onceuponamoon - insanely perfect florist au

- Companion by onceuponamoon - workplace au (carer/office worker)

- Buy Handmade + Bread and Butter by jjtaylor - adorable artist/baker au

- ⭐️Paris!Verse trilogy by vesna - artist gerard/record label owner frank, INSANELY good characterisation, so beautiful and emotional

- Time Travel ‘verse by ladyfoxxx - funpoison/frankghoul/rrr time travel shenanigans, amazing and kind of heartbreaking

- Christmas Miracle by insusurro - wholesome and festive teacher au

- Choosing My Confessions series by pixie_revolver - kinky/wholesome priest au

- a constant record of disillusion by drapnel - non au realistic pre-bullets to post-summer sonic ‘04, heavy so read tags

- All Through The Night by LiberXI - bullets era meet cute

- ⭐️The Horror That I’m In by pixie_revolver - paramour estate, paranormal activity, frank goes through the horrors, angst with happy ending

updating periodically so keep an eye out <3

#frerard #grank #fic rec #mcr fic #fan fiction #remember when this was an art blog? me neither #gerard way #frank iero #mcr

[overlyspecificmcrmemes]

#tiktok keeps saying 2014 tumblr is back so im giving y’all 2014 tumblr content #overly specific mcr memes #unholyverse #my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way #frank iero #mikey way #ray toro #fan fiction

[dead-like-the-rest]

somerhirng i poste on tikrok

#frerard fan fiction goes hard #mcr #my chemical romance #frank iero #gerard way

[milosstag]

Currently reading mcr x male reader fics bc my gay ass is desperate to

PLS TELL ME IF THERES ANY MORE !!

#mcr #my chemical romance fan fiction #mcr x male reader #gerard way #ray toro #mikey way #frank iero #trans #gay #mlm

[ghoulbatao3]

I Tore The Sun In Three (To Light Up Your Eyes

Gerard had never once thought he’d be in the cemetery, attempting to resurrect his dead boyfriend, yet here he was standing at the gate.

click here to read

#mcr #my chemical romance #mcr fanfiction #mcr fanfic #my chemical romance fan fiction #frerard #frerard fanfiction #frank iero #gerard way #frank iero x gerard way #Ghoul’s work #archive of our own #AO3 #frerard fic

[strawbszz]

༻MASTERLIST༺

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REQUESTS CLOSED

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Fluff💌

Angst❤️‍🩹

Comfort🫂

Alcohol/dr*gs🍻

Slight suggestive💗

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༻Gerard Way༺

x💌 x💌 x❤️‍🩹💌

༻Frank Iero༺ 

x💌 x💌  x💌🫂 x💌🫂 x💌🍻 x🫂❤️‍🩹

༻Mikey Way༺

x💌💗 x💌💗

 ༻Ray Toro༺

x💌🫂  x💌

 ༻Patrick Stump༺

Coming soon

 ༻Pete Wentz༺

Coming soon

 ༻Random༺

Kitkeithkat’s oc fic :P

#frerard #my fanfics #mcr #fanfics #fanfic #mikey way x reader #frank iero x reader #ray toro fan fiction #ray toro x reader #gerard way x reader #Gerard way #Frank iero #fluff fanfiction #mcr fluff #fluff fanfic #mikey fucking way #Mikey way #Ray toro #rikey #oc #original fanfiction #fall out boy #patrick stump #pete wentz #pete wentz x reader #patrick stump x reader #fanfic list

[godsspecialprincess]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: My Chemical Romance Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Frank Iero & Gerard Way Characters: Gerard Way, Frank Iero Additional Tags: I made this as a bit but it turned out good, Pre-MCR, College Student Gerard Way, idk what the deal with Frank is he’s just there, Sorry there’s no straight up sex, Voyeurism, Bottom Gerard Way, Top Frank Iero, Frerard, Artist Gerard Way, Frank Iero Is A Little Shit, Implied Relationships Summary:

Gerard is studying at SVA and a visitor surprises him in his drawing class.

#mcr #my chemical romance #frerard #gerard way #frank iero #gerard/frank #please don’t follow my blog if ur looking for mcr content #read the notes in the thing if you want more information on that #thanks to fang for giving me Frank and Gerard information #thanks to Ricky for reading too much fan fiction and helping me write

[mcrficrecs]

24 Frames Per Second - The Belleville Fright Night Experiment of 1984

Author: Leandra Pairing: Frank/Gerard Rating: NC-17 Words: 53k

With new multiplexes opening up all over America, the run-down Belleville Film Palace is probably the least exciting place to work at for a teenager. Except if you’re a movie nut like projectionist Gerard and his closely knit circle of loser friends. When cocky and confident Frank joins their team as an usher, Gerard really doesn't think he'll stick around. Besides, there's something about Frank that just rubs Gerard the wrong way. Then an unforeseen event threatens the future of the movie theater and Gerard starts to questions things he's always taken for granted...

#my chemical romance #frerard #frank iero #gerard way #ao3 #movie au #alternate universe #fan fiction #mcr fanfiction

[ghoulbat666]

I Tore The Sun In Three (To Light Up Your Eyes)

chapter six

Gerard had never once thought he'd be in the cemetery, attempting to resurrect his dead boyfriend, yet here he was standing at the gate.

click here to read

#ghoul’s work #frank iero #gerard way #my chemical romance #mcr #my chem #my chemical romance fan fiction #mcr fic #mcr fanfiction #mcr fandom #frerard fanfiction #frerard #rpf #mcr rpf

[ourlady-ofsorrows]

Never Coming Home

(image from Pinterest)

Part Three

Master List

Pairing: Frank x OFC Word Count: 1,497 Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, exactly one bad language word hahaha A/N: Part three has arrived, ladies and gents! It has been approximately six thousand years since I’ve posted this one hahah but I’ve had this part written for a while and just never posted. I really love this fic so I hope you guys do too! If you’d like to be tagged let me know! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

In the weeks following Frank’s departure Siddalee did her best to adjust to life without her husband around. She focused on her work at the library and found ways to fill her time at home. She did a lot of reading and wrote Frank every single day, keeping him informed of how she was doing with the pregnancy and the goings on at home. The more time she spent alone, however, the more she found herself spending time at both her parents house and Hazel’s.

“I think I need to go stay with Sidda,” Hazel said to her parents one night over dinner.

“Why do you say that?” her mother, Myna, asked.

“She’s lonely,” Hazel sighed. “With Frank gone I don’t think she knows how to be alone in the house and I don’t want her to have to go through the pregnancy alone.”

“She’s not alone,” her father, Fred, pointed out. “She has her parents.”

“I know,” Hazel sighed. “But she doesn’t live with them any more. They’re not there for her all day.”

“She’s a grown woman, Hazel. She can handle herself,” Fred said. “Her husband is off at war just like so many other women in this country right now. She’ll do just fine.”

“I’m not doubting that she’ll be fine,” Hazel protested. “I just think she’d do better having me around.”

“I agree with Hazel,” Myna said. “Sidda may be able to handle it but it wouldn’t hurt for her to have someone in the house with her.”

“Myna,” Fred sighed.

“No, Fred,” Myna said. “Siddalee is like another daughter to us and I’ll be damned if she has to go through all of this alone. If Hazel is able to go stay with her, which she is, I don’t see why she shouldn’t. It’s not like she’s leaving us forever. As soon as Frank comes home Hazel will be right back here.”

“That’s not the issue,” Fred protested.

“Then what is?” Myna asked.

Fred sighed, setting his fork down. “The issue is that Sidda is like our daughter and I intend to treat her as such. If Hazel was in the same situation then I would be saying the same thing. She doesn’t need to be coddled.”

“I’m not coddling her, pops,” Hazel sighed. “I would just be there on the off chance she needs anything. What if she goes into labor before Frank gets home? What if something happens to her or the baby? She needs somewhere there for her. It’s the whole point of having a support system.”

Fred didn’t say anything for a minute before running his hand over his face and letting out a defeated sigh. “Fine. I want what’s best for Sidda, I know we all do, and if that means you going to stay with her until her husband comes home then so be it.”

Hazel grinned and thanked her father. “That settles it then. Tomorrow after work I’ll go see Sidda at the library and tell her the good news.”

Siddalee let out a deep breath and took a seat on one of the library’s chairs as she took a break from cataloging their new books. She knew that exhaustion was a part of pregnancy but she didn’t expect it to hit her so soon. She took a few more deep breaths as a wave of nausea hit her and she hoped that she wouldn’t have to rush to the bathroom. When the nausea finally passed she stood from her seat and continued on with her work.

“Excuse me but I’m looking for your selection of Jane Austin novels,” Siddalee heard a familiar voice say behind her.

Siddalee looked up from what she was doing and smiled. “What are you doing here, Haze? Shouldn’t you be heading home for dinner?”

“I should,” Hazel shrugged. “But that’s actually why I’m here. I talked it over with my parents last night and until Frank comes home I’m moving in with you.”

“Hazel…” Siddalee started to protest.

“No, I don’t want to hear it,” Hazel said, cutting her friend off. “I don’t want you alone in that house and I don’t want you to have to go through this alone.”

“That’s very kind of you but I’ll be alright.”

“No, you won’t. You only leave the house for work or dinner with my family or your parents. You’re retreating and I won’t let that continue to happen.”

“Hazel --”

“No, Sidda. You need me around. Not just because of the baby but because I know what you’re going through. Frank and Gerard being gone...it’s unbearable. The lack of news is taxing. You don’t need that extra stress. As your best friend, please, let me help you. Let me be there so you don’t have to go through this alone. So I don’t have to go through this alone.”

Siddalee seemed to think it over for a moment before nodding. “Okay, but I hope you don’t mind chicken parmesan for dinner.”

Hazel couldn’t help but chuckle. “I love chicken parmesan, especially yours, so that won’t be a problem.”

“Perfect,” Siddalee smiled. “Just let me finish up cataloging these books and then I can clock out and we can head home.”

Hazel nodded and busied herself with reading a newspaper while her friend finished up her work.

The transition of Hazel moving into Siddalee’s house was an easy one. It was like one giant slumber party for the two women, something they hadn’t done since they were teenagers. They fell into an easy routine and genuinely enjoyed living together.

“Remember tonight is my late night at the library, so you’ll be on your own for dinner,” Siddalee said as they got ready for work that morning.

Hazel nodded. “I’ll have dinner with my parents. Are you stopping by the post office by any chance? I have a letter for Gerard.”

“I am,” Siddalee said, taking the letter from her friend. “I’ve got one for Frank as well so I’ll be sure to drop them both off. If not before work then definitely on my lunch break.”

Hazel grinned and the two women made their way out to the car. Siddalee dropped Hazel off at the school before making her way to the library. Hazel promised Siddalee that she would say hello to her parents for her and made her way into the school.

Hazel’s morning was uneventful as she went through her usual routine but things seemed to take a turn for the worst when her lunch break arrived. She headed into the faculty lounge and sat down at one of the tables to eat her lunch when one of the teachers, Mark Preston, sat down opposite her.

“How’s your day going, Ms. Williams?” he asked.

“Just fine, Mr. Preston,” she smiled and turned her attention back to her book.

She could feel Mark’s eyes on her and did her best to ignore him. When a few minutes passed and she could still feel his eyes on her she decided to close her book and turn her attention toward him.

“Is there something I can do for you, Mark?”

“Actually, there is,” he said. “I would like to take you out to dinner tonight, if you’re available.”

Hazel was taken aback. It wasn’t exactly a secret that she was spoken for.

“I’m sorry, Mark, but I’m going to have to politely decline your offer,” she said, giving him her best sincere smile. “As you know I have a beau overseas.”

“I do know that,” he said. “And that is exactly why I’m asking. He’s overseas so what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Hazel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She knew there were women out there who did bide their time while their significant others were away with the company of other men but she was not one of those women and she never would be. She wasn’t even sure why Mark thought she would be.

“Actually,” she said. “It would hurt him and besides, I am not that kind of woman. I love Gerard and as far as I’m concerned even entertaining the idea of spending time with a man that isn’t him would be considered infidelity.”

Mark looked more than offended by her response and was about to say something to her when the bell signaling the end of the lunch period rang.

“You’re one stuck up bitch, Hazel Williams, I hope you know that,” he said, storming out of the room, leaving Hazel sitting there in shock.

Through the rest of her work day Hazel couldn’t help but dwell on what Mark had said to her and because of it she was mostly silent through dinner with her parents. They tried to press her for information but she brushed off their questions. By the time she was back at Siddalee’s house she was fuming. Her friend wasn’t home yet but she couldn’t wait until she arrived so she could tell her about what happened that day.

@ohprettyweeper​

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[anystalker707]

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[dominik528]

Frank and Gerard of My Chemical Romance deciding to make out on-stage in order to piss off the homophobes and make their gay fans feel safe:

The fact it accidentally created a whole community of shippers for this pairing, some of whom came up with conspiracy theories, believing that they were actually in love:

#My Chemical Romance #Frank Iero #Gerard Way #pairing #fandom #slash #humor #reaction GIFs #Real people fiction #fan theories

[theshippeningblog]

Emo Quartet Fanfiction Part 1: My Chemical Romance

So for the longest time I wrote Emo Quartet Fanfiction (Lets just say since My Chem is back I started again) and I want to show how I wrote the boys:

First is Gerard. When I began writing fanfiction Gerard was surprisingly the bad guy. He was a complete asshole being a jerk to mainly Frankie. After awhile though I guess I realized how not Gerard he was acting so he changed. He was still overly sexual but now he was a protective older brother, an art/comic book nerd, and just chill. Now I write him basically the same but he is no where as sexual.

Next Mikey was probably the member I wrote the most. I wrote a lot of Petekey fanfics so he was there a lot. He started very innocent and child-like. He was overly sweet and very awkward. It actually stayed that way but he became kind of violent and pushy later. Now I actually write his more like he’s an actually adult that can do wrong which he did a lot in the early 2000s. I did this because he made Pete look like a demon compared to him.

Frankie was very similar to Gerard in the way that he was written very sexually. Unlike Gerard he was like the supportive best friend who just didn’t now how to shut his mouth. He was always joking around but he was very energetic to the point he was violent. I haven't written Frankie yet but my plans for him is keep him the same other than being overly sexual at least around his band.

Ray however was the hardest to write so he was hardly there. I felt like he was too calm and smart to be wrapped into the crazy shenanigans of the other. When he was there he was the mom of the group and was always the one giving the good advice which most of the time they didn’t take. He was like the Dad of the group keeping his chaotic ducklings in check.

(Bob was also usually a main character but most of the community hates him with a passion, so I’m not going to mention anything other than he was always angry, jealous, and violent)

#my chemical romance #My Chem #gerard way #mikey way #Frank Iero #ray toro #fan fiction #emo quartet

[burningchandelier]

When I was fourteen, I got into a massive fight with my best friend. We ended up not speaking to each other for almost two years.

They were completely right and I was super wrong. Sometimes it's like that (but that's not the point).

The point is: Throughout our fight, we read/wrote emo band fanfiction on a now defunct site and even though we were incredibly angry with each other, we kept supporting each other's writing. We commented on each other's fics and we read each other's favorites. It was a way to stay in each other's lives.

The summer when we were sixteen, we were both absolutely hooked on this long-form fic that was updated twice a week or so. It was a college AU about Frank Iero and damn, it was enthralling to my sixteen year old brain. Each chapter featured quotes, not from MCR, as you would expect, but from a much smaller band.

My friend and I had slowly started testing the waters of hanging out again and out of the blue one day, I got a message that said "hey, you want to go see that band from that fan fiction?"

No exaggeration, this was the reason why we got back together. We have been best friends for nearly twenty years.

If you ever feel insecure or weird about writing or reading fanfiction, please remember that there is no form of art, however insignificant it may seem to you at the time, that does not matter. It is all important. It is all life changing.

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