FUCK!

So, this is really fuckin' short. But the project I'm working on has been taking up all the writing time I have. I literally have FIVE OTHER drafts for this book, and I swear they should be at least double this length. I just had to get something out.

Anywho, this one~shot was inspired by a comic I saw on Instagram and it was just too cute and I had to write about it. 

Gerard Era: Revenge- No specific video, just early Revenge

Frank Era: Revenge- Helena

Enjoy~~

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"Honey! I'm home!" Gerard chimed as he walked through the door. 

He listened for the bell, the one that Frank used if he was home. Why? Frank was mute. Gerard had been his boyfriend for years now. Gerard and Frank were in the same music class in high school, and Frank was too much to resist. He'd learned basic sign language so he could understand Frank and the latter had been extremely grateful. Later on, he made it a priority to become fluent. Back to the bell, it was a way that Frank could signal if he was home when Gerard got home from work, just because Gerard got worried whenever he didn't get a response. He never heard the bell though. Gerard went further into the house. 

"Frank?" He called.

In the living room, Frank stood with his back to the doorway where Gerard stood. He wore a green crop top that showed his lower back tattoos off perfectly. Gerard smiled, but was admittingly a little concerned as to why Frank hadn't rung a bell or hadn't turned around to greet him.

"Frankie?" He asked again.

Frank turned around, holding his acoustic guitar in his hand. He had an angry expression on his face. Gerard took a close look at the guitar. The body was scratched to hell and two of the strings had been ripped off. Gerard's mouth fell open.

"What happened, babe?" He asked.

A heavy frown formed on his lips and his eyebrows knit together as he pointed to Mitch, the cat, on the couch.

"Oh, honey..." Gerard started.

Frank laid the guitar on the table and crossed his arms, staring daggers at Gerard. Even if he couldn't speak, Frank new how to use his face to express himself more than words ever could. Gerard set his bag down and glanced between Frank and the cat.

"I'm sorry, Frankie," Gerard apologized.

My guitar is still broken, Frank signed. Because of that damn cat.

"He was just doing what cats do," Gerard defended weakly.

Frank pursed his lips. That's your problem! He isn't my cat!

Gerard rubbed the back of his neck. Frank never wanted to get a cat, he always liked dogs. Their landlord would only allowed one small pet, and Gerard fell to his knees and begged Frank to let him get a cat. Let's just say the only reason Gerard got that cat was because he was on his knees again later that day.

"I'm sorry, love," Gerard tried to apologize again. Frank rolled his eyes and took off in the direction of their bedroom. Gerard followed after cursing at the cat.

When Gerard walked into the bedroom and looked at Frank who was rustling through the papers on Gerard's desk.

"W-what're you doing?" He asked nervously. All of his work was over there...art, comics, old letters from Frank. 

Frank picked up a couple pages of Gerard most recent work, Doom Patrol. The color drained from Gerard's already pale face.

"Baby?" Gerard asked shakily. "What're you doing?"

Frank picked up a pencil and poised himself to stab the papers in his hand.

"Frank! Frank! I-It's just a cat!" Gerard exclaimed. Frank's arm relaxed. He looked over at Gerard, anger still clear on his face. "It's okay, sweetheart, it was just a cat. He didn't mean it."

That seemed to piss the Iero boy off even more. He drew back his arm and punched through the comic. 

Gerard shrieked. "FRANK!" His eyes went wide and he pulled his hair.

Frank threw the ruined papers back on the desk and stormed out. Gerard ran across the room and picked up the comic. He was a little relieved upon seeing it was only the first few pages and a few character designs. Nothing that couldn't be fixed, but still work lost. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply.

Gerard returned to the living room, but Frank wasn't in there. Mitch was still on the couch, sleeping soundly. Gerard picked him up and cradled.

"You're the reason my relationship is going to go to shit," Gerard muttered to him, jokingly of course. Frank and Gerard fought like the typical couple, but nothing was ever so extreme that the idea of a breakup came into question.

After setting Mitch down, Gerard walked over to the guitar and touched the scratch marks. They were pretty deep and this wasn't a shitty guitar either. He knew there was no way Frank was going to let this one slid.

He walked into the kitchen where Frank was making dinner. Gerard's soft footsteps made Frank's head twitch, but he never looked at him. Gerard just leaned against the counter and watch Frank. He finally turned towards him.

So? He signed.

"Again, baby, I'm sorry," Gerard said.

Sorry doesn't fix my acoustic.

"What if I buy you a new one?" Gerard suggested.

A grin, an almost devilish one, broke out of Frank's face. He nodded. That's what I was waiting for.

"You asshole," Gerard laughed. "I bet the cat didn't even do it. You just wanted a new guitar."

Frank shrugged and winked, returning back to dinner.

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Even though this was really short, I hope it was okay! As for my Frerard dealer, I am working on your requests at the moment and am putting a lot more effort into them! 

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