Not My Type (frerard)

a silly little chatfic i wrote on wattpad in 2017; in which gerard and frank work out their problems from the past while pete and mikey sit back in harmony. TWs for attempted suicide, mentions of child abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, self harm, and implied sexual content. the cover here is not my image; nor is it the original cover, for that would not fit the cover dimensions for movellas. this story contains crude humor that may not be suitable for all audiences. some photos may be missing from this story; in that case, i have tried my best to write around those parts or describe the photos to the best of my ability. for the best reading experience available, i suggest reading this story on wattpad instead. the themes written here do not reflect my own personal thoughts, opinions, and experiences. any similarities to real occurrences and real people (besides the people the characters are based off of, of course) are unintentional. all rights reserved.


18. 18

"If you told me three weeks ago that Frank Iero was climbing through my window at night, I'd guess you were probably coming to strangle me," Gerard said, making Frank laugh. "Not sneak in for late night cuddles."


"If your mom still has a curfew for company, your past hookups with other dudes must have been interesting, hm?"


Gerard's cheeks lit up. "Let's not talk about that-"


Frank flopped down onto Gerard's mattress- something he used to do a lot, note- and chuckled. "I don't care about it, as long as it isn't continuing."


"What do you mean?" Gerard asked as Frank kicked off his Chucks.


"I don't care about the dudes you've slept with before, as long as you're not doing it now that we're back together- unless they had STDs. Then I care."


"I'm clean- Condoms exist." Gerard said, half teasing. He flopped down onto the mattress next to Frank. "Did... Did you hook up with anyone, while we weren't together?"


"My left hand." Frank grunted, rolling over and, literally, laying his entire upper half on Gerard. "I was too depressed to get fucked."


"Wow, who knew you were so relatable." Gerard chuckled. "I only got with one person. All other hookups were before I met you."


"Who?" Frank asked, folding his hands over Gerard's chest, and resting his chin on his knuckles.




"Who... Did you hook up with?"


Gerard lifted his head up to look at Frank. "I... Honestly don't even remember his name," he lied.



"Bar night?" Frank asked.



"I had a lot. And he looked like you."


"I'm flattered, I think."


"I was tempted to keep his number, but I knew that would only cause problems."


"I'm glad you didn't."


"Me too," Gerard sighed.

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