Real Person. Frank/Gerard. 017. Function.
Title: Slap Me And Tell Me I’m Fine
Fandom: My Chemical Romance.
Characters: Frank Anthony Iero x Gerard Arthur Way.
Table: 4.
Prompt: 017. Function.
Word Count: 632
Rating: G.
Summary: “I’ve always been able to function properly and it’s your fault I can’t.”
Author's Notes: First time drabble writer. I appreciate any and all comments and criticism. Set in England during the 1930s-1940s. Dates and history may be off. Apologies.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, though based on stage personas/media personalities, are entirely fictional. Any offence caused by their use or portrayal is wholly unintentional.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The guy silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
Link To Table: My Table
Slap Me And Tell Me I’m Fine
Gerard has always been able to get up in the mornings, ready to live through yet another day in the depression that is his life. He’s always been able to take anything that is thrown at him all the turmoil he and his mother and eventually his brother through second-hand experiences had been through. Losing his father and very nearly both his mother and brother the day he was born and nearly his life a few times when he hadn’t been looking where he was actually going and had almost been mowed down by oncoming vehicles. That was pretty much a day in his life is he was honest.
Now he found himself unable to do anything, he didn’t feel able to drag himself from the bunk and get dressed although he was more than ready; his stomach rumbled with hunger but he didn’t want to eat. It was all the typical things a person felt when they were falling for someone and if he was completely honest with himself he knew he was falling and falling hard he just hoped he woke up before he hit the ground or he’d never see the light of day again.
All his new friends had tried to pry him from his bunk and Ray had almost succeeded with promises of ‘fro privileges but the amusement he had found had been short-lived very short as it lasted all of fifteen seconds. A brief thought of ‘This is all Frank’s fault,’ flitted through his head and he tried to dismiss it because that notion was untrue not to mention foolish but that lingering touch of Frank’s lips against his own and Frank’s hands in his hair still remained after a day and a half and he’d found himself gently fingering his lips and threading his hands through his hair in a weak attempt at getting the same thrill only to fail miserably.
This newest revelation sparked him into movement; he threw off the covers and sat up, a hand under the mattress looking for the sketchbook he had hidden there. Once he found it he flipped it open to a new page and began, lost in his own world while he sketched; finished he smiled in satisfaction, signed it and scrawled a note on the bottom before folding it so it was impossible to open and be able to fold it the same way then he stood and went next door, entering after he knocked.
“Jeph you work on the first class deck don’t you?” He continued when Jeph nodded. “I need you to give something to someone. I don’t know their last name but his name is Frank.”
“I think I know the guy. Short? Really good looking?” Gerard nodded and handed Jeph his drawing and sat beside Ray and Quinn and listened to their conversations until Jeph left for work.
“Do I tell him who it’s from?” Jeph asked.
“No he’ll know who it’s from.” Jeph nodded and headed to work stopping off at A13 before he began. He knocked at the door and waited patiently for the signal to enter, when he received it he stepped in.
“Sorry to disturb you sir but this is for you.” Frank took the piece of outstretched paper in between his fingers.
“Whose it from?”
“He said you would know.” Jeph left with a ‘thank you’ and a bow. Frank carefully unfolded the paper and stared with a small smile at the drawing. It was an artist’s rendition of their position almost two days ago. He hadn’t registered that artists and especially Gerard could do such a thing. There alongside the typical ‘G’ that he now knew what is stood for was a message.
“I’ve always been able to function properly and it’s your fault I can’t.”
I come baring an update. And good news, better news, even better news and bad news. Good news I got my phone back, better news exams are over, even better news the wife is back <3 and bad news my phones gotta go back.
Thanks for reading. Usual apply. Extra special ded for the wife. Get better soon love.
Fandom: My Chemical Romance.
Characters: Frank Anthony Iero x Gerard Arthur Way.
Table: 4.
Prompt: 017. Function.
Word Count: 632
Rating: G.
Summary: “I’ve always been able to function properly and it’s your fault I can’t.”
Author's Notes: First time drabble writer. I appreciate any and all comments and criticism. Set in England during the 1930s-1940s. Dates and history may be off. Apologies.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, though based on stage personas/media personalities, are entirely fictional. Any offence caused by their use or portrayal is wholly unintentional.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The guy silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
Link To Table: My Table
Slap Me And Tell Me I’m Fine
Gerard has always been able to get up in the mornings, ready to live through yet another day in the depression that is his life. He’s always been able to take anything that is thrown at him all the turmoil he and his mother and eventually his brother through second-hand experiences had been through. Losing his father and very nearly both his mother and brother the day he was born and nearly his life a few times when he hadn’t been looking where he was actually going and had almost been mowed down by oncoming vehicles. That was pretty much a day in his life is he was honest.
Now he found himself unable to do anything, he didn’t feel able to drag himself from the bunk and get dressed although he was more than ready; his stomach rumbled with hunger but he didn’t want to eat. It was all the typical things a person felt when they were falling for someone and if he was completely honest with himself he knew he was falling and falling hard he just hoped he woke up before he hit the ground or he’d never see the light of day again.
All his new friends had tried to pry him from his bunk and Ray had almost succeeded with promises of ‘fro privileges but the amusement he had found had been short-lived very short as it lasted all of fifteen seconds. A brief thought of ‘This is all Frank’s fault,’ flitted through his head and he tried to dismiss it because that notion was untrue not to mention foolish but that lingering touch of Frank’s lips against his own and Frank’s hands in his hair still remained after a day and a half and he’d found himself gently fingering his lips and threading his hands through his hair in a weak attempt at getting the same thrill only to fail miserably.
This newest revelation sparked him into movement; he threw off the covers and sat up, a hand under the mattress looking for the sketchbook he had hidden there. Once he found it he flipped it open to a new page and began, lost in his own world while he sketched; finished he smiled in satisfaction, signed it and scrawled a note on the bottom before folding it so it was impossible to open and be able to fold it the same way then he stood and went next door, entering after he knocked.
“Jeph you work on the first class deck don’t you?” He continued when Jeph nodded. “I need you to give something to someone. I don’t know their last name but his name is Frank.”
“I think I know the guy. Short? Really good looking?” Gerard nodded and handed Jeph his drawing and sat beside Ray and Quinn and listened to their conversations until Jeph left for work.
“Do I tell him who it’s from?” Jeph asked.
“No he’ll know who it’s from.” Jeph nodded and headed to work stopping off at A13 before he began. He knocked at the door and waited patiently for the signal to enter, when he received it he stepped in.
“Sorry to disturb you sir but this is for you.” Frank took the piece of outstretched paper in between his fingers.
“Whose it from?”
“He said you would know.” Jeph left with a ‘thank you’ and a bow. Frank carefully unfolded the paper and stared with a small smile at the drawing. It was an artist’s rendition of their position almost two days ago. He hadn’t registered that artists and especially Gerard could do such a thing. There alongside the typical ‘G’ that he now knew what is stood for was a message.
“I’ve always been able to function properly and it’s your fault I can’t.”
I come baring an update. And good news, better news, even better news and bad news. Good news I got my phone back, better news exams are over, even better news the wife is back <3 and bad news my phones gotta go back.
Thanks for reading. Usual apply. Extra special ded for the wife. Get better soon love.