Give me all your poison... (FRERARD)
Surprise, Surprise.
“Roxas, baby, you have ramen in your teeth.”
Roxas started to scratch around in her mouth to find the noodle, but there was none. “Daddy, don’t lie.”
Frank holds his hands up, smiling guilty, “I would never lie!” he mocked scoffed, causing Gerard to hide his face in his palm from laughter, “Accusing your own father! Maybe some time in timeout...”
“No! No, Daddy! NO! NO! No!” Roxas jumped on her papa's lap and grabbed onto his shoulders, “No time out, I was kidding.” she stressed the ‘D’.
Frank scrunched his nose. “Alright.” he said, putting her back on the ground, and looking away, then turning back suddenly, “But, you still have to go to bed. Come on, jammie time.”
Roxas sighed loudly, and stomped into her room, which was pretty empty, and plopped on her bed, Frank and Gerard in tow. Her dad went over to the small white dresser, and pulled out a pair of yellow sun pajamas. “Arms up!” he said, before slipping off her old red shirt, and helping Roxas get the new one on, wiggling back and forth because the fabric was catching on her soft skin. “You can do the pants, you did last time.” Frank says, because Roxas needed to learn to dress herself.
“Okay, Daddy.” she pouted, but complied, pulling off her jean shorts, and putting on the yellow pants. “Goodnight, love you!”
“Love you too, baby. Now sleep, you have pre-k tomorrow.” Frank said, leaning down to give Roxas a small kiss on her forehead before pulling the purple covers up to her chin. She snuggled into them right away and closed her eyes. Frank smiled, before walking over to Gerard, who was leaning on the door frame, tracing swirly pattern into the wood.
“It’s your bedtime too, Mr.Mom.” he said, before taking Frank’s hand and leading him out, closing the door behind them quietly. “You look pooped.”
“I am pooped,” Frank leaned into Gerard’s chest, and burrowed his face in his neck, rubbing his nose against the soft, barely there stubble. “Take me to bed. ‘M too lazy.”
Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank, and led him to the bedroom, laying him down onto the black sheets. Frank’s eyes fluttered at him, while Gerard ran his thumb along the length of Frank’s jaw, before pulling the covers over him and going to leave.
~
When Gerard got back to his own apartment, he still had the pancake plates him and Frank had used in the sink, which was from, what, like two days ago? So, he decided to clean it up, because insomnia’s a bitch. While he was scrubbing the orange plates with a brillo pad, the sugar had hardened and wasn't coming off anytime soon.
“Fuck this.” he tossed the plates in the garbage, and went to his room and changed into his sleeping wear, and it was already like, 10 o'clock, which is really early for him. “Maybe, I should sketch. Christ, Frank. You keep interrupting my work.” Gerard walked into the art room, and looked around at all the canvas cloths, and paints, and stained walls. It screamed ‘Artist’, more than any other place in the whole abode, and it was his favorite room.
He sat down, and pulled open one of his drawers, looking for his sketching pencil, and some more thick paper. He settled on a blue colored pencil, and just plain white paper (Because that’s all he had!), because that’s all he could find. Gerard brushed his fingers over the pulp, and felt the slight movement of the paper grains move under his touch, before resting the tip of the worn azur pencil on his small canvas, losing himself in his work.
~
Gerard woke up with a start, and looked at his surroundings. He was in a stiff wooden chair, and oh! He was in his art studio, duh. He was wondering why he heard pounding before realizing somebody was knocking on the door. He looked at the clock- it was 4am. What the hell. Who knocks on somebody's door at 4am?
A douche, that’s who.
He pushed the chair back, groaning while popping the bones in his back, and walked out of the room, around the corner and to the front door. He could kind of see the outline of a tall...man? lingering on his step, and cautiously undid the lock, and turned the knob. The man (it was a man), turned around, and smiled deviously, a wave of fear crashing over Gerard like a hurricane.
“You aren’t supposed to be out of prison.”
The man laughed, running his hand through his thick dark black hair, blue eyes glinting under his fringe, and leaned forward, only inches from Gerard’s face.
“What,” he started, “Didn’t miss your boyfriend, Gee?”
Roxas started to scratch around in her mouth to find the noodle, but there was none. “Daddy, don’t lie.”
Frank holds his hands up, smiling guilty, “I would never lie!” he mocked scoffed, causing Gerard to hide his face in his palm from laughter, “Accusing your own father! Maybe some time in timeout...”
“No! No, Daddy! NO! NO! No!” Roxas jumped on her papa's lap and grabbed onto his shoulders, “No time out, I was kidding.” she stressed the ‘D’.
Frank scrunched his nose. “Alright.” he said, putting her back on the ground, and looking away, then turning back suddenly, “But, you still have to go to bed. Come on, jammie time.”
Roxas sighed loudly, and stomped into her room, which was pretty empty, and plopped on her bed, Frank and Gerard in tow. Her dad went over to the small white dresser, and pulled out a pair of yellow sun pajamas. “Arms up!” he said, before slipping off her old red shirt, and helping Roxas get the new one on, wiggling back and forth because the fabric was catching on her soft skin. “You can do the pants, you did last time.” Frank says, because Roxas needed to learn to dress herself.
“Okay, Daddy.” she pouted, but complied, pulling off her jean shorts, and putting on the yellow pants. “Goodnight, love you!”
“Love you too, baby. Now sleep, you have pre-k tomorrow.” Frank said, leaning down to give Roxas a small kiss on her forehead before pulling the purple covers up to her chin. She snuggled into them right away and closed her eyes. Frank smiled, before walking over to Gerard, who was leaning on the door frame, tracing swirly pattern into the wood.
“It’s your bedtime too, Mr.Mom.” he said, before taking Frank’s hand and leading him out, closing the door behind them quietly. “You look pooped.”
“I am pooped,” Frank leaned into Gerard’s chest, and burrowed his face in his neck, rubbing his nose against the soft, barely there stubble. “Take me to bed. ‘M too lazy.”
Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank, and led him to the bedroom, laying him down onto the black sheets. Frank’s eyes fluttered at him, while Gerard ran his thumb along the length of Frank’s jaw, before pulling the covers over him and going to leave.
~
When Gerard got back to his own apartment, he still had the pancake plates him and Frank had used in the sink, which was from, what, like two days ago? So, he decided to clean it up, because insomnia’s a bitch. While he was scrubbing the orange plates with a brillo pad, the sugar had hardened and wasn't coming off anytime soon.
“Fuck this.” he tossed the plates in the garbage, and went to his room and changed into his sleeping wear, and it was already like, 10 o'clock, which is really early for him. “Maybe, I should sketch. Christ, Frank. You keep interrupting my work.” Gerard walked into the art room, and looked around at all the canvas cloths, and paints, and stained walls. It screamed ‘Artist’, more than any other place in the whole abode, and it was his favorite room.
He sat down, and pulled open one of his drawers, looking for his sketching pencil, and some more thick paper. He settled on a blue colored pencil, and just plain white paper (Because that’s all he had!), because that’s all he could find. Gerard brushed his fingers over the pulp, and felt the slight movement of the paper grains move under his touch, before resting the tip of the worn azur pencil on his small canvas, losing himself in his work.
~
Gerard woke up with a start, and looked at his surroundings. He was in a stiff wooden chair, and oh! He was in his art studio, duh. He was wondering why he heard pounding before realizing somebody was knocking on the door. He looked at the clock- it was 4am. What the hell. Who knocks on somebody's door at 4am?
A douche, that’s who.
He pushed the chair back, groaning while popping the bones in his back, and walked out of the room, around the corner and to the front door. He could kind of see the outline of a tall...man? lingering on his step, and cautiously undid the lock, and turned the knob. The man (it was a man), turned around, and smiled deviously, a wave of fear crashing over Gerard like a hurricane.
“You aren’t supposed to be out of prison.”
The man laughed, running his hand through his thick dark black hair, blue eyes glinting under his fringe, and leaned forward, only inches from Gerard’s face.
“What,” he started, “Didn’t miss your boyfriend, Gee?”
Notes
please don't kill me *runs and hides under bed*I updated the character list. I changed Charlie Lee's name to Kharli Lee, because i didn't want two traditional Charlies (it's pronounced the same, btw. I know cuz my cousin's name is Kharli)
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http://www.yummly.com/recipes/vegan-seitan-noodle-soup it was seitan meat! so it was fake :)
6/2/14