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Let Me Be the One to Save You
3 ReviewsFrerard oneshot. When Frank's heater breaks in the middle of a blizzard, unexpected help arrives. Fluff.
Let Me Be the One to Save You
Disclaimer: Don't own MCR. The day they let me own MCR, a lot of shit is gonna go down. This story isn't true. I am perfectly aware that Frank and Gerard are happily married and that they would never change that for anything. I'm merely exploring FICTIONAL situations.
FLUFF WARNING :D
100% Frank's POV
~*~
Why does this have to happen?!
Here I was, mid-January, and my stupid fucking heater was dead again.
Grumbling, I got up from the couch and grabbed my Snuggie. Gerard makes fun of me for using it, but I guess he's never tried to play the guitar while freezing to death.
"Gerard," I sighed. He was so funny. Of course I was in love with him, who wasn't? But I couldn't tell him that. All the crazy things I've done--the tattoos, the lip ring, that one night in Vegas--and I couldn't even cough up three stupid words to my best friend in the world.
I picked up the TV remote and flipped on The Colbert Report. I swear, this guy is seriously the most hilarious thing on TV.
Pretty soon, though, I could barely laugh because my teeth were chattering so hard. I got up to search for every blanket in the house. Passing by the windows, I saw that it had blizzard-ed (it's a verb) at least two feet, and it showed no signs of stopping.
With about nine blankets under my arm, I went into my kitchen to make some hot chocolate and soup. Instead, all I found was a note that read:
Frank-blizzard's coming. Took your food, hope that's okay. I'm kinda broke. Ray
What the hell, Ray?! Oh well, at least I had my blankets.
I grabbed my laptop (hoping it would generate a little heat) and set it on the coffee table. After rearranging the nine blankets on top of me, I grabbed my laptop and remote control off the coffee table.
I changed to the Weather Channel. "Yeah, a huge blizzard is currently hitting all of the East Coast," the announcer was saying. "Getting 10 to 12 inches down in Virginia, but at least three or four feet total in the Jersey area, lasting into tomorrow night and even Sunday afternoon. Residents are encouraged not to travel in these conditions, winds up to 70 miles per hour..."
"Shit," I said out loud. "This is gonna suck." How did they expect me to survive?! My heater was broken!
Quickly, I logged into Facebook. What's on your mind? it said. "Well, I just may be a victim of freezing, I have barely any food, and I'm in love with my best friend," I muttered to myself.
Sighing, I typed "im cold:(" as my status.
~*~
Within several Simpsons reruns, I was shivering under my nine blankets. How the hell was that even possible?!
Tearing my eyes away from the TV, I looked at my laptop screen. Ooo! Notification!!
Excited, I clicked on it: Gerard Way commented on your status.
Gee? I clicked on the word "status." Underneath "im cold:(" was:
Gerard Way coming
Coming? What the fuck did that mean?
I was answered by my doorbell chiming through my house. But...that was impossible, the roads were closed...
Slowly, I got up, letting my blankets fall to the ground. I ambled over to the door, still disbelieving that someone was actually there. They would have had to have walked.
I opened the door with great difficulty to reveal a tallish man dressed rather warmly. He wore a long black coat that went to his knees, black boots, a black hat, and a bright red scarf. His cheeks were red from the cold, and snowflakes were littered all over one side of him, the white contrasting sharply with his long dark hair and eyelashes. His hazel eyes were glowing.
In his left hand was a big steaming mug of hot chocolate drowned in marshmallows; his right, a bowl of alphabet soup (my favorite vegetarian kind, with vegetables).
It was my Gerard.
I stared at him for a few seconds, before he said, "Let me in, Franks. I'm getting frostbite."
"Oh. Yeah. Sure," I stammered, opening the door all the way. He walked in and promptly kicked his shoes off and draped his coat over the couch while I shut the door.
"What are you-um-why-" I stuttered, still unable to believe he was here. The walk from his house to mine was 30 minutes on a not blizzard-ing day.
"I couldn't let you freeze, could I?" he said, rolling his eyes like this was obvious. "Damn, Frankie, it is cold in here. What happened to your heater?"
"Broken," I said.
He smiled, making my stomach flip, and beckoned me over to the couch. In a flash he had whipped out one of those TV trays and was setting my soup on it. I noticed something off.
"Um...Gerard?"
"Yeah?"
"Why'd you make the tray so high? I'm not that fat, am I?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious. He had adjusted the height of the tray so it would fit on top of at least two of me.
He laughed, a beautiful bell sound. I still didn't understand what he was doing.
He laid down on the couch, got comfortable, and beckoned me over. I walked over slowly, uncomprehending.
"Lay down, Frankie," he said softly. I laid down in front of him, suddenly not hungry anymore. He was so warm, like a big muscular sun that was right next to me. He reached up and flicked off the lights.
He picked up the remote and switched it to a random chick flick. I have no idea why, but Gerard loved these things.
He petted my hair. "Frankie?"
"Yeah?"
"What would you say if I told you that you were beautiful?"
I finally stopped shivering. After a short pause, I murmured, "I'd say it back."
He kissed my hair, and as we watched the guy and girl finally get together in the movie, my eyelids drooped. I wasn't cold anymore, and I knew everything would be all right. He was here.
Before I fell asleep, I could have sworn I heard him whisper into my ear, "I love you."
~*~
D'AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!
WAS THAT NOT THE MOST ADORABLE THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN???
So after writing an extremely sad oneshot (a link to which can be found at the bottom of the page), made even sadder by its ill timing, I decided to take a break from death for a while. Crazy, I know. So I've kinda had this in my head for a while, but idk. Was it good? I've never done fluff before. R and R, babes.
Lastly, my awesome new Frerard should be up soon. I won't say next week, cuz I have stupid finals, but if it is up next week then yay me!!! If not it should be up when I get back from Germany.
Holy shit I'm excited for the Frerard!! To quote AVPM, it's gonna be totally awesome!!!!
But I promise that if the Frerard isn't up next week I'll update "I'm the Only Friend That Makes You Cry" when I start posting the Frerard.
Finally, the moment you've all been waiting for: the Frerard will be named....(drum roll) "I'll Never Let Them Hurt You. I Promise." So yay!! And I hope that maybe I'll be able to name the chapters :)
See you later!!
depressing oneshot http://www.ficwad.com/story/157257
-A
Disclaimer: Don't own MCR. The day they let me own MCR, a lot of shit is gonna go down. This story isn't true. I am perfectly aware that Frank and Gerard are happily married and that they would never change that for anything. I'm merely exploring FICTIONAL situations.
FLUFF WARNING :D
100% Frank's POV
~*~
Why does this have to happen?!
Here I was, mid-January, and my stupid fucking heater was dead again.
Grumbling, I got up from the couch and grabbed my Snuggie. Gerard makes fun of me for using it, but I guess he's never tried to play the guitar while freezing to death.
"Gerard," I sighed. He was so funny. Of course I was in love with him, who wasn't? But I couldn't tell him that. All the crazy things I've done--the tattoos, the lip ring, that one night in Vegas--and I couldn't even cough up three stupid words to my best friend in the world.
I picked up the TV remote and flipped on The Colbert Report. I swear, this guy is seriously the most hilarious thing on TV.
Pretty soon, though, I could barely laugh because my teeth were chattering so hard. I got up to search for every blanket in the house. Passing by the windows, I saw that it had blizzard-ed (it's a verb) at least two feet, and it showed no signs of stopping.
With about nine blankets under my arm, I went into my kitchen to make some hot chocolate and soup. Instead, all I found was a note that read:
Frank-blizzard's coming. Took your food, hope that's okay. I'm kinda broke. Ray
What the hell, Ray?! Oh well, at least I had my blankets.
I grabbed my laptop (hoping it would generate a little heat) and set it on the coffee table. After rearranging the nine blankets on top of me, I grabbed my laptop and remote control off the coffee table.
I changed to the Weather Channel. "Yeah, a huge blizzard is currently hitting all of the East Coast," the announcer was saying. "Getting 10 to 12 inches down in Virginia, but at least three or four feet total in the Jersey area, lasting into tomorrow night and even Sunday afternoon. Residents are encouraged not to travel in these conditions, winds up to 70 miles per hour..."
"Shit," I said out loud. "This is gonna suck." How did they expect me to survive?! My heater was broken!
Quickly, I logged into Facebook. What's on your mind? it said. "Well, I just may be a victim of freezing, I have barely any food, and I'm in love with my best friend," I muttered to myself.
Sighing, I typed "im cold:(" as my status.
~*~
Within several Simpsons reruns, I was shivering under my nine blankets. How the hell was that even possible?!
Tearing my eyes away from the TV, I looked at my laptop screen. Ooo! Notification!!
Excited, I clicked on it: Gerard Way commented on your status.
Gee? I clicked on the word "status." Underneath "im cold:(" was:
Gerard Way coming
Coming? What the fuck did that mean?
I was answered by my doorbell chiming through my house. But...that was impossible, the roads were closed...
Slowly, I got up, letting my blankets fall to the ground. I ambled over to the door, still disbelieving that someone was actually there. They would have had to have walked.
I opened the door with great difficulty to reveal a tallish man dressed rather warmly. He wore a long black coat that went to his knees, black boots, a black hat, and a bright red scarf. His cheeks were red from the cold, and snowflakes were littered all over one side of him, the white contrasting sharply with his long dark hair and eyelashes. His hazel eyes were glowing.
In his left hand was a big steaming mug of hot chocolate drowned in marshmallows; his right, a bowl of alphabet soup (my favorite vegetarian kind, with vegetables).
It was my Gerard.
I stared at him for a few seconds, before he said, "Let me in, Franks. I'm getting frostbite."
"Oh. Yeah. Sure," I stammered, opening the door all the way. He walked in and promptly kicked his shoes off and draped his coat over the couch while I shut the door.
"What are you-um-why-" I stuttered, still unable to believe he was here. The walk from his house to mine was 30 minutes on a not blizzard-ing day.
"I couldn't let you freeze, could I?" he said, rolling his eyes like this was obvious. "Damn, Frankie, it is cold in here. What happened to your heater?"
"Broken," I said.
He smiled, making my stomach flip, and beckoned me over to the couch. In a flash he had whipped out one of those TV trays and was setting my soup on it. I noticed something off.
"Um...Gerard?"
"Yeah?"
"Why'd you make the tray so high? I'm not that fat, am I?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious. He had adjusted the height of the tray so it would fit on top of at least two of me.
He laughed, a beautiful bell sound. I still didn't understand what he was doing.
He laid down on the couch, got comfortable, and beckoned me over. I walked over slowly, uncomprehending.
"Lay down, Frankie," he said softly. I laid down in front of him, suddenly not hungry anymore. He was so warm, like a big muscular sun that was right next to me. He reached up and flicked off the lights.
He picked up the remote and switched it to a random chick flick. I have no idea why, but Gerard loved these things.
He petted my hair. "Frankie?"
"Yeah?"
"What would you say if I told you that you were beautiful?"
I finally stopped shivering. After a short pause, I murmured, "I'd say it back."
He kissed my hair, and as we watched the guy and girl finally get together in the movie, my eyelids drooped. I wasn't cold anymore, and I knew everything would be all right. He was here.
Before I fell asleep, I could have sworn I heard him whisper into my ear, "I love you."
~*~
D'AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!
WAS THAT NOT THE MOST ADORABLE THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN???
So after writing an extremely sad oneshot (a link to which can be found at the bottom of the page), made even sadder by its ill timing, I decided to take a break from death for a while. Crazy, I know. So I've kinda had this in my head for a while, but idk. Was it good? I've never done fluff before. R and R, babes.
Lastly, my awesome new Frerard should be up soon. I won't say next week, cuz I have stupid finals, but if it is up next week then yay me!!! If not it should be up when I get back from Germany.
Holy shit I'm excited for the Frerard!! To quote AVPM, it's gonna be totally awesome!!!!
But I promise that if the Frerard isn't up next week I'll update "I'm the Only Friend That Makes You Cry" when I start posting the Frerard.
Finally, the moment you've all been waiting for: the Frerard will be named....(drum roll) "I'll Never Let Them Hurt You. I Promise." So yay!! And I hope that maybe I'll be able to name the chapters :)
See you later!!
depressing oneshot http://www.ficwad.com/story/157257
-A
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