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.


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Frank leapt into Gerard's arms when he got home, nearly tackling him. "I missed you so much," He said, the words muffled since his face was buried in the crook of Gerard's neck.


"I missed you too, little boy." Gerard smiled, wrapping his arms tightly around Frank. The nickname slipped, it was something he used to call Frank all the time. The latter didn't mind.


"What'd you do at work today?" Donna asked when Gerard finally walked into the kitchen, Frank still clutching him for dear life.


"Same shit I always do. Intern shit." Gerard sighed, hugging his mom from the side- the side Frank wasn't stuck to like a leech. "Dinner?"


"Almost ready," She replied, chuckling a bit.


"You're more concerned with food than you are your-" Mikey paused, looking at Frank. "New tumor."


Almost comically, Gerard turned his head to see Frank looking up at him and pouting dramatically.


"Oh, come on," Gerard chuckled, walking into the living room with Frank.

He sat down on the couch, pulling Frank onto his lap and- finally, Frank thought- cuddling with the younger boy.


"I missed you," Frank said again, this time with a much deeper meaning behind it.


"I missed you too," Gerard returned, knowing exactly what Frank was thinking.


"Kiss already!" Pete hollered from the dining room.


"Choke, Wentz," Gerard teased, not even looking away from Frank.


"Can I get a kiss?" Frank asked quietly, with puppy dog eyes.


"Later... I want to make it super romantic, and not in front of Pete." Gerard nodded. "If that's okay."



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