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[otherone12]

FINALLY MY BABY ARRIVED 🖤😭

[otherone12]

OH MY GOD! it's been a year since i posted my 1st fic... (it was actually yesterday but i thought it was today...).

I think i kind of evolved a lot this year, both in terms of language and in terms of developing the fics... it's weird to think that I've already written 38 fics... and half of them were requests from you, not to mention the others that I'm working on because you asked me to. And as this was my first fic, which I wrote with very basic notions of English, and little practice, I've improved it (this one and the part 2... still wanna change some stuff on that) ... I've fixed the verb tenses and some repeated words, but I've kept the story the same... anyway, happy birthday to my first fic, and to my blog that started with it.

HERE IS THE IMPROVED FIC

Thank you to everyone who was with me throughout this year, every reply, every reblog, every like... all 178 people who follow my profile... and there will be many more fics to come, i promise.

luv u guys <3

[otherone12]

Happy Birthday, Babe <3

Gerard Way x Reader

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A/N: Heyy! Since yesterday was my bithday, i kinda needed to post something for myself, in the same fluff vibe as the one i did for gerard's birthday. Hope u like it!

Summary: A birthday fic for me

- Word Count: 1.100

- Warnings: Age gap

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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Reader's 1sr Person POV

I wake up to the smell of coffee and something sweet… vanilla? Maybe cinnamon too, i fucking love cinnamon, and he knows it. The sunlight is soft through the curtains, casting a golden glow on everything, but none of it compares to how warm I feel under the covers. My brain is still hazy, that in-between place where I’m not fully awake yet, but aware enough to smile because today’s my birthday.

And Gerard always makes it a thing.

I roll over and see a neatly wrapped present on the nightstand. It’s not big, something about the size of a hardcover book, but it’s wrapped in comic-print paper, sealed with glittery pink washi tape. Of course it is.

The door creaks open.

- Morning, birthday girl, - he says, his voice that low, gentle rasp that always sounds like a favorite vinyl record.

He’s wearing his robe, the fluffy black one, his hair still messy and sleep-creased. He has a tray in his hands: a mug of coffee (mine, the way I like it, way too much cream), two slices of french toast with strawberries on top, and a little candle burning in the middle of it all.

My heart trips a little. I sit up fast, cheeks warm. 

- You didn’t.

- I did. I had to. You only turn— well, any age only comes once - He grins, dimples showing.

I narrow my eyes, teasing. 

- Happy birthday, baby. - He sets the tray down and kisses my forehead.

God, I love when he calls me that. Still, not used to it, probably never will be, and that’s half the charm. He acts like I’m some precious painting he’s been lucky enough to find. And sometimes, I almost believe him.

- I wanted to wake up early and make this,- he says, climbing into bed beside me. - But then you were all curled up and drooling on the pillow and I couldn’t move.

- I do not drool. - I elbow him, laughing. 

- Babe, - he deadpans. - There was a puddle.

I snort into my coffee, nearly spilling it.

- You’re the worst!

He smiles like he’s the opposite.

We eat in bed, even though I know he hates crumbs in the sheets. He lets me lick whipped cream off his fingers, and when I jokingly feed him a strawberry, he makes the most dramatic moan like I’m feeding him ambrosia from the gods.

There’s something about Gerard that still feels surreal, like I’m dating a dream, like he doesn’t actually belong in the same world as me. He’s older, yeah, but it’s more than that. He’s lived a hundred lives before this one. He’s made things that moved people, cried on stages, dyed his hair a million times and survived more than most people even get close to. And somehow, now, he’s here in my bed, making birthday french toast like it’s the most important thing he’ll do this month.

After breakfast, I open the present.

It’s a journal, but not just any journal. It’s handmade. The cover’s leather, soft and worn. Inside, the first page is already filled.

In his handwriting.

"To the brightest part of my weird little world. I hope this holds your thoughts, your dreams, your songs, your bad poetry, and your even worse drawings. I’ll love them all anyway. I love you. — G."

My chest aches in that too-full way, like it’s holding too much light.

- You okay? - he asks softly.

- I love it. I love you.- I nod, blinking fast.

He takes the journal, flips it shut gently, and sets it on the nightstand. Then he pulls me into his lap and holds me so tightly I think I might dissolve. 

- You deserve everything. I just hope I get it right.

- You always do.

The rest of the day is slow and soft. There’s no party, just us. He takes me to this tiny used bookstore that smells like old paper and memories, where we find dusty treasures for two bucks a pop. He lets me sit on his lap in the reading nook and whispers terrible poetry in my ear from books he finds. We buy candles at some weird witchy shop, grab takeout from my favorite Korean place, and head back home just as the sky starts bleeding pink.

That night, I curl up in his arms. Kissing his cheek a few times, smelling his coffee scent. His fingers are in my hair, slow and steady.

- You made this the best birthday ever, - I whisper.

He kisses the top of my head.

- I’m just getting started, - he says.

Gerard's 1sr Person POV

She’s asleep now.

Her cheek is pressed to my chest, her hand curled right over my heart like she’s holding it in place. Maybe she is. It doesn’t beat quite right without her.

She looked so happy today. Lit up like a candle the second she saw that dumb little tray of food. I could’ve cried. I almost did when she opened the journal. She doesn’t know it took me a week to find that cover, two days to stitch the binding right. I wanted it to feel special, not just another gift. Something real. Like her.

There’s an ache in me sometimes, one I don’t know how to name. Something between awe and guilt. I look at her and think, how the hell did I get this lucky? I’ve seen and done a lot of things. Too much. Some of them I wish I could undo. And then she walked into my life, and suddenly the air tasted sweeter. The noise got quieter. Everything just… clicked.

She’s younger. That scared me, at first. Still does some days. Not because of what people think. Fuck them! But because I don’t ever want her to feel like she’s chasing me, like she has to catch up. She’s already everything. She makes me feel young again. Like I still get to discover things. Laugh like an idiot. Be soft.

She brings color back to my grayscale world.

Today wasn’t just her birthday. It was another year I got to have with her. Another morning she woke up in my arms. Another chance to make her smile, to show her she matters. That’s what I try to do, every day. I’m not always good at it. I get lost in my head sometimes. But she’s patient with me. Too patient, probably.

She stirs in her sleep, murmurs something I can’t make out. I press a kiss to her forehead, slow and steady.

- Happy birthday, baby, - I whisper again. - Thank you for being you…

She’s all I ever wanted.

And she’s right here.

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So... That's it! hope u like it! feedbacks are always welcome!

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[otherone12]

Heyy, guys!

I turned 18 today (i wanna post a fic today, or tomorrow too aah) but, i wanna show you what my friends gave me. I cried so hard when I read the letters (I won't post them). And the gifts are so 😭😭😭😭

I love my friends 🥺❤️

[otherone12]

GUYS...

HOLY FUCK... IM. GONNA. SEE. THEM... REALLY CLOSE. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[otherone12]

GUYS I THINK IM GONNA SEE MCR

OMGOMGOMGOMG

The tickets will be available in three days.... AND MY GRANDPA WILL BUY ME AS A BIRTHDAY GIFT 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I dunno who else to tell, so im telling you AAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM FREAKING OUT

[otherone12]

HELLO!! I’m a super big fan of your works and I was wondering if you could make a Gerard x Reader where gerard is comforting a reader during a hard time?

Thank you!!! - lili <3

Don't Worry, I'm Here.

Gerard Way x Reader

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A/N: Heyy! Thank u so much!! 💕 So since you didnt told me what "hard time" were we talking about, i made it about family issues, i turned this kinda of personal for me... Hope this don't get so distant from what you wanted. Also, hope you like it! (If it turned out too different from what you imagined, let me know and I'll try to fix it :) ).

Summary: You have problems with your mom at home, but your best friend is there to suport you (and become something more than that).

- Word Count: 1.490

- Warnings: Family Issues!

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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Reader's 1sr Person POV

Sometimes my life just… gets complicated.  I live with my mom, just the two of us. She’s beautiful, loud, and terrifying in a way that makes every guy she dates run for the hills. And when that happens, when things explode like they always do, I have nowhere to go.

Well… almost nowhere.

There’s always the basement at my best friend’s house.

Gerard’s been the only person who really gets me right now. He might not understand everything I’m feeling, I don’t expect him to. but he tries. And God, that means more than I can say. He never makes me feel stupid, or dramatic, or like a burden. Just… seen. Less like shit.

The best part of my day is seeing him. That crooked little smile, the way he pulls me into a hug like I’m something breakable, the soft “hey” he says, like he’s been waiting for this moment all day too.

We do this every day, and somehow, I still manage to miss him in between.

He always has some story about his band to tell me, a new riff, a weird lyric, some drama between Frank and Ray over a pedal. I love it. Even if I never stay for the rehearsals.

Don’t get me wrong, his friends are cool, and they’ve always been nice to me, but some stuff feels too personal to share with people I don’t fully trust.

And my mom? That mess? That’s mine to deal with. I don’t want them looking at me with pity. That’s the worst feeling in the world.

Today was one of those days. The kind that leaves you feeling like your skin doesn’t fit right, like every word spoken at home came with a knife underneath it. I couldn’t handle staying there any longer. So, like always, I ended up here. Where it’s quiet, where he is.

The basement door creaked open, and I barely had time to wipe my face before Gerard poked his head in.

- Hey, Gee,- I said, trying to force a smile.

- Hey… - he stepped down the stairs slowly, eyes scanning my face. - You look… down. Something happened?

- My mom… - I shrugged, curling my knees tighter to my chest on the old couch. 

He didn’t even have to ask. His shoulders sagged as he dropped his bag to the floor. 

- Again?

- Yeah. She just… you know how she is-

- Narcissist? - he said it with a half-smirk, half-apology, like he already knew he was calling it out too bluntly.

- Something like that, - I muttered, staring at the frayed threads of the blanket on my lap. - I just don’t get it. Why is it always with me?! What did I do wrong?

My voice cracked on the last word. I hated that it did.

Gerard didn’t answer right away. He sat beside me, close enough for our knees to touch, then slowly reached over and brushed a piece of hair from my cheek. His fingers were cold, but gentle.

- You didn’t do anything wrong,- he said softly. - That’s just… who she is. Not who you are.

I swallowed hard, staring at the floor. The silence stretched for a second too long, and I could feel the heat building behind my eyes again. It was always like this: keep it in, keep it in, then fall apart the second someone was kind.

- I shouldn’t even be here,- I mumbled.

- Why the hell not?

- Because… -I cut myself off, jaw tightening. My fingers were shaking. I could feel it. I took a breath, then let it out slowly. - She said I make everything harder for her. That I ruin everything.

I didn’t look up, couldn’t. I just pulled my sleeves down. Or tried to.

Gerard noticed the movement. He noticed everything.

- Hey, - he said gently. - Let me see.

- It’s nothing.

- My ass.

His voice was different now. Low. Steady. Not demanding, just there.

I hesitated. But then, slowly, I rolled my sleeve up. Just enough to show the bruise blooming across my upper arm. Ugly, purple, with a sickly yellow edge already forming.

- She grabbed me, - I whispered. - a bit harder than usual.

His jaw clenched. I saw it. I felt it in the way the air shifted between us.

- She didn’t mean to - She just… lost it… was kinda of my fault too… 

- No, - he said firmly. - Don’t do that. Don’t make excuses for her.

I blinked, caught off guard by the fire in his tone.

- She doesn’t get to put her hands on you and pretend it’s okay, - he went on, his voice softening just a little. - That’s not normal. That's not love.

I didn’t know what to say. No one had ever said it like that before, not without blaming me, or telling me to just be more patient.

- I didn’t know where else to go, - I admitted.

- I’m glad you came here.

He looked at me then, really looked, like he was taking in every part of me. The way my hoodie hung too loose, the way my hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting, the way my eyes were red-rimmed from holding it all in.

Without another word, he reached out and pulled me gently into his chest.

I froze for a second, then melted.

His arms wrapped around me tight, one hand at the back of my head, the other rubbing slow circles on my back. I felt his heartbeat. I felt safe.

- You’re staying here tonight,- he said into my hair. - No arguing.

- Gee…

- Nope. Not up for discussion. 

- You sound like someone’s dad.- I laughed, wet and shaky.

- Nah, I'm not a dad. - He said, smirking - I’m Batman.

That made me smile. Just a little.

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. 

- Seriously. You’re staying. I’ll make up the cot, or- hell, you can have the bed. I’ll sleep in the corner like a sad little ghost.

- I’m not kicking you out of your bed.

- Then we’ll share it. - His eyes flicked away for a second, almost shy. -If you’re okay with that.

I nodded. My chest hurt in that warm, aching way.

- You’re really okay with me being here?

- I want you here, - he said. - I want to take care of you. You don’t have to go through this alone.

Something in me cracked open then. Not broken, just... opened. Like all the walls I kept up had finally decided to fall apart in the right place.

I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

- Thank you, I whispered.

He rested his cheek against my hair. 

- You never have to thank me for that. Never.

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy, it was warm. Like a blanket we both sat under without speaking. His arm stayed around me, my head still resting on his shoulder. I could hear his heartbeat, steady and real. A few minutes passed like that. Just breathing. Just being.

Then he shifted slightly, just enough to turn toward me.

- You know... you’re not her. - His eyes met mine, even if I tried to avoid - And you don’t need to worry, okay?

- It’s easy to say - I exhaled through my nose, shaking my head.

- It’s easy to do, too. - I felt his cold sticky hand reach for mine, his voice was steady, low. -I’ll be here with you. No matter what. Okay?

- Gee, you don’t have to - Giving him a weak smile, closing my eyes longer.

- I want to.

Then he leaned in. His lips tasted exactly how I’d imagined they would, coffee, cigarettes, maybe Cheetos... and something else. Something his.

His lips lingered on mine, pressing softly. No tongue, no rush. Just the quiet, steady kind of kiss that says I’m here.

When we pulled apart, our eyes met. His tired hazel ones, smudged in eyeliner, somehow sparked.

- Gee…

- I wanna be more than your best friend, - he said, voice rough but certain. - Let me be your person. I want to take care of you... make you feel seen. The way you deserve. Please?

- Fuck, Gerard,- I whispered, a laugh shaking through me. - I was waiting for you to ask.

- Is that a yes?

- Of course it is.

I kissed him again, cupping his face in both hands and pulling him in. This kiss wasn’t shy or tentative. It was messy, full of craving, needed, but still as tender as the first. And in that moment, I knew. No matter what came next… This boy was my whole world. And I was his.

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So... That's it! hope u like it! feedbacks are always welcome!

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[otherone12]

plss just anything Frank iero x fem (or gn) mcr drummer reader 😭😭

Fuck It, I Love You!

Bullets!Frank Iero x Drummer!Reader

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A/N: Heyy! Guys, idk why, but my criativity just said bye and never came back, so yeah, it is taking so much time for me to post, sorry... Happy pride month for the whole MCR fandom!!! Thanks for the new followers this last week... like five people in a week wtf?! Also, just so you know, my birthday is in three weeks, and i wanna post some imagines about it...

Summary: You and Frank are bandmates, but for some reason he keep being annoying.

- Word Count: 2.175

- Warnings: None, just cliche af

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps1: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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Reader's 1st Person POV

They say time heals all wounds, but apparently “two months of Frank Iero” only deepens them.

I was already setting up my drum kit in the corner of the cramped, godforsaken excuse of a rehearsal space when I heard the door creak open — and there he was. Late. Again.

Frank Iero, in all his smug, five-foot-nothing glory, walked in like he owned the place. Ratty Misfits hoodie, guitar slung over his shoulder, and a Red Bull in one hand like it was the elixir of talent.

- Morning, sunshine, - Frank smirks, all teeth and faux charm, strumming his guitar like he owns the place.

I don’t even blink.

- Don’t talk to me before I finish this coffee. Or ever.

- Aw, c’mon,- he says, leaning forward like he’s about to share some grand secret. - Admit it. You missed me.

I flip him off casually and head to my kit. The cymbals are slightly off again, probably because someone messed with them yesterday during his ‘exploration of sound,’ aka his “I’m bored so I’m gonna mess with the drummer” phase.

- You know, - he adds, following me like an untrained puppy, - you’d be a lot more fun if you smiled once in a while.

I slam the hi-hat down with a metallic clack.

- And you’d be a lot more tolerable if you shut the hell up. 

Frank just rolled his eyes and started to tune his guitar. The rest of the guys were already used to our “dynamic.” It’s not like they found it funny, but as long as it didn’t affect the music, they didn’t care.

“You can keep fighting or flirting or whatever,” Ray had said once, deadpan, while untangling cables. “Just don’t miss the downbeat.”

Flirting. As if.

I adjusted the snare, trying to ignore the way Frank was plucking out something messy-but-cool on his guitar. It was always like that — annoying as hell one second, then suddenly he'd hit a riff that made you look up like wait, was that… actually sick?

Infuriating.

Gerard wandered in a few minutes later, mumbling something about his voice being trashed and the mic smelling like beer. He looked like he’d just woken up in a dumpster, but that wasn’t really out of the ordinary.

- Ready to run through ‘Skylines’ again? - Ray asked, already plugging in. - Maybe this time without the passive-aggressive murder energy?

- No promises, - I muttered, twirling a stick between my fingers.

- I’ll behave if she does. - Frank winked.

I shot him a look sharp enough to draw blood, but didn’t answer. Instead, I counted us in, and we launched into it.

The first few bars were rough, always were, this early in the day. But by the time we hit the chorus, something clicked. My sticks moved on instinct, the rhythm settling into that sweet spot between chaotic and tight. And then Frank… goddamn Frank… slipped in this little melodic lick between chords that made the whole thing sound bigger, fuller.

I hated how good it was. Worse. I hated that he caught me noticing.

When the song ended, I pulled off my headphones and went for my coffee, pretending I hadn’t heard him say under his breath, just loud enough for me to catch:

- Knew you’d like that.

- Shut up.

- Didn’t say anything.

- You breathed smugly.

He laughed, all raspy and irritating and kind of warm. I hated that too.

- Okay - Ray clapped his hands once. - that was the first time that didn’t sound like we were actively trying to fall apart. 

Gerard tossed his mic onto the couch with a lazy grin. - Dare I say… that kinda ruled?

- Don’t jinx it, -I said, trying not to smile. My arms buzzed from the momentum, heart still thudding from the final crash.

Frank let out a breathy little “hell yeah,” clearly proud of himself, and I refused to look directly at him in case he was already wearing that smug-ass expression again.

Ray was nodding, already unplugging cables. 

- Alright, let’s not ruin it by running it ten more times. Take the win.

- Victory coffee? - Gerard asked hopefully.

- Gerard, - I deadpanned, - you’ve had three.

- Fourth time’s the charm.

The rest of practice wrapped up with a rare sort of high, the kind that comes from finally not sounding like total garbage. Someone said something about meeting up later to go over lyrics, but we were already half-packing, half-talking over each other by then. I checked my phone and saw the band group chat light up.

[Ray]: tonight at your place? you said we could use the garage?

[Me]: yeah sure, after 8 [Gerard]: bring snacks or I riot [Frank]: what if i just bring ✨myself✨ [Me]: then I’m locking the door

[Frank]: kinky [Ray]: blocked [Mikey]: guys. snacks. focus.

I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone onto the passenger seat as I slid behind the wheel of my piece-of-crap car. The good mood lingered, though I’d never admit it out loud. Especially not to him.

Frank’s 1st Person POV

I wasn’t even sure why I left so early. Okay, that’s a lie.

I knew exactly why.

I wanted to see her. Alone. Before the others showed up. Not that I’d ever admit that. Especially not to her. Especially not when her response would probably involve a drumstick aimed at my forehead.

Still, I found myself standing outside her garage at 7:46 PM, pretending I didn’t time it that way, and knocked once before just pushing the door open like I belonged.

She was inside, dragging some ancient-looking amp toward the wall, sleeves pushed up, hair tied back, totally in her own world. For a second I forgot how to act normal. (Not that “normal” had ever really been my thing.)

- Hey, - I said, stepping in casually, like this wasn’t some dumb little mission I’d hyped myself up for.

She turned to look at me, and there it was. That look. The one that said Why are you like this?I lived for it.

- Guess I’m early, - I added, setting my guitar case down with a thud.

She crossed her arms. - You guess, huh? 

I grinned, tried not to let it show too much that I liked seeing her like this, focused, messy, still a little flushed from earlier. - Had too much energy after that rehearsal.

What I didn’t say: You looked happy when we finished that song. I made you laugh, sort of. You didn’t roll your eyes every time I spoke today. And yeah, maybe I wanna ride that high a little longer. Maybe I wanna see if I can get under your skin just enough to make you smile again.

Instead, I wandered around her garage like I wasn’t being obvious. It smelled like sawdust and speakers. There were stickers on the walls, a half-empty coffee cup on the amp, and the faintest hint of her perfume in the air, something sharp and sweet, like citrus and trouble.

- You really letting us trash your place tonight? - I asked, flopping onto the beat-up couch like I owned it. - Brave. 

- Don’t get comfortable, - she muttered, crouching by a power strip. - You’re not special.

Ouch. Also… hot.

- Whatever helps you sleep at night, Sunshine, - I said, drawing out the nickname just to watch her jaw twitch.

She didn’t respond, just shook her head and muttered something under her breath. I didn’t catch it. Didn’t have to. I was already smiling.

She was messing with some cables, too busy pretending I didn’t exist to realize I was watching her. Not in a creepy way,  just... in that way where everything she did looked cool without even trying. Like… she is so pretty… And when she is rolling her eyes, groaning or even telling me to shut up, I can’t help but feel like I'm falling. Hard. Like, she could punch me in the face and I’d say thanks.

I was about to make another sarcastic comment, something stupid, when her phone buzzed on the amp.

She glanced at the screen, frowned, then groaned.

- What? - I asked, leaning over like I had any right to know.

She sighed and turned the screen toward me.

[Ray]: dude my car’s fucked. starter’s dead. i’m stuck [Gerard]: my ride bailed. it’s pouring. Mikey and I we’re not walking in this. [Ray]: lol guess our night is off [Gerard]: frank's probably already there tho 😂

[Ray]: rip

I blinked, then turned to look at her. She was already staring at me like I was a mosquito she couldn’t squash. I looked outside. Yeah… pouring. 

- Well, - I said, making myself more comfortable on her couch, - looks like it’s just you and me, roomie.

- Don’t call me that.

- What? - I smirked. - Scared you’ll start liking it? 

- Scared I’ll commit a felony.

I chuckled, leaning back and tossing my Red Bull onto the floor by my feet. 

- C’mon. We’re already here. Got the space, the gear... we could work on something. Or watch movies…

She looked at the window, then back at me, like she was calculating just how much she hated me versus how much she hated rain.

- I hate this, - she muttered, grabbing her drumsticks and sitting at her kit anyway.

- Sure,- I said, picking up my guitar. - But not as much as you say you do.

She didn’t reply. But she didn’t kick me out either.

Which, as far as I was concerned, meant I was winning.

She sat beside me on the couch like I’d infected the other half of it with some kind of disease, arms crossed, jaw tight, like being near me was physically painful. Which, fine. Cute, actually.

- Gonna turn on the TV or…? - I asked, nudging her knee with mine.

She didn’t say anything, just shoved the remote at me like I’d asked her to hand over her soul.

- Your hospitality is overwhelming, - I muttered, flipping through static and late-night cartoons until I landed on something semi-watchable, grainy horror reruns. Perfect.

We sat in silence for a while, the kind that buzzed louder than the TV. Her knee brushed mine again, just barely, and I didn’t move. Neither did she.

I could feel her next to me. The heat of her skin, the way she drummed her fingers absently on her thigh. She was still pretending I didn’t exist, but she hadn’t moved away either.

- Y’know, - I said eventually, - this might be the longest you’ve gone without insulting me.

- Shut up, Iero.

I laughed, heart beating way too fast for how dumb this was, and leaned back as she scrolled through options.

When she finally picked something I didn't even care about, I glanced at her. She had the same nonchalant look on her face, and I couldn't stop myself.

- You know I won't shut up, right? 

- Frank. - She groaned - I’m trying to watch the fucking move. Shut up.

- Make me. - I smirked, raising an eyebrow.

I thought she would just roll her eyes and ignore me, like she always does… but she leaned in… and before I could notice, her lips touched mine. 

Reader’s 1st Person POV

I don’t know why I did that.

One second, he was being his usual annoying self… smirking, taunting, too close for comfort. And the next, I was kissing him.

It wasn’t some soft, romantic thing. It was quick. Barely there. Just a brush of lips. Like my brain short-circuited and my body went “sure, let’s ruin everything tonight.”

The second it happened, I pulled back like I’d touched fire.

Frank blinked, frozen. Then…  Oh god. That stupid, shit-eating grin spread across his face.

- What,- I said, half a whisper, - the fuck did I just do?

His eyes sparkled like he’d just won the lottery.

- I think, - he said, leaning back like he was the coolest person alive, - you kissed me.

- No, I didn’t. - I stood up fast. - That didn’t happen.

- You absolutely did. - He followed me with his eyes, still sitting smug as hell on the couch.  - And hey, not complaining.

I paced. Because I had just kissed Frank fucking Iero and now the world was definitely ending.

- I don’t even like you, - I said, more to myself than to him.

- Sure. - He stood too, a little slower, like he was enjoying watching me fall apart. - That’s why you kissed me.

- I didn’t- It was a mistake! My brain was just… It shorted out, okay? You’re so irritating.

- I’m irresistible.

- I hate you.

- You kissed me.

- I’m going to kill you.

And then…

he kissed me.

Not a quick, confused one like mine. This was different.

His hand caught the side of my face, gentle but steady, and his mouth pressed to mine with this maddening, frustrating confidence like he knew I wouldn’t pull away. He tasted like the Red Bull he was drinking, but somehow sweeter. 

I didn’t. I should’ve. But I didn’t.

When he pulled back, he was still smiling.

- Yeah… you definitely hate me. 

I swallowed. My whole body felt like static.

- I do, - I said, breathless.

- Good, - he murmured, his forehead nearly resting against mine. - That makes this way more fun.

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thank you so much for the most recent fic. you dont know how much it means to me 💞💞💞

Your welcome!!! Im so glad u liked (and that i did it good...) 💕✨️

Hope u well, and i wish you all the good things 💖

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Thank u sm guys!!! It may not seem like much, but to me it is a lot...❤️✨️ you may ask "why do you thanks all the time?"... its because i like you to know that i appreciate every little interaction you do on my posts... every reply and ask I receive makes my day... thats it i guess... thanks 💖

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Hey again! So I was wondering if you could write something like a comfort fic for Gerard Way x reader, maybe basement, bullets, or revenge era (something early, but it can also be something labeled as any era, i dont really care) for a reader with an eating disorder and stuggles with fasting and cal counting and insecurity and all that. I know you clarified it’s not a trigger or anything but obviously if writing any of that makes you uncomfortable you dont have to. Sorry if I wasn’t specific enough and sorry for such a strange request lmao. I find a lot of comfort fics for Gerard but not much for stuff under the ednos umbrella. Thanks so so much for the reply and like I said in the last ask I love your writing so much!! Again I hope you have an awesome day 💕

You're Not In This Alone

Bullets!Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! Damn i just disappeared again, last month were crazy... a lot of tests (i almost failed in physics, but ended up taking the recovery test and getting an A+), then i get sick (i'm still taking antibiotics), and my notebook just stopped work (i'm using my dad's) ... i'm so so so sorry for took that long to write this, this request were sent like three months ago... again i'm so sorry. Hope you like it! (If it turned out too different from what you imagined, let me know and I'll try to fix it :) ). And omg, almost 150 followers! thank u sm <3

Percebi que tem muita galera BR me seguindo também. Muito obrigada, pessoal, adoro vocês aaaa <3

Summary: Gerard noticed you are acting different and avoiding meals, so he did his best to be close to you, even during the tour.

- Word Count: 3.200

- Warnings: Eating Disorder!!!

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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Gerard’s 1st Person POV

We’ve been dating for almost a year, and some stuff has been a bit weird lately. I’m not the kind of person who usually notices these things, maybe it’s just my mind worrying too much, but I don’t think so.

It started small, like last week, when she spent the day at my house. Everything was going fine, she arrived early, said some polite greetings to my parents, and we went down to my basement, she sat on the bed, and I laid on her lap, like always. The morning was calm and comfy, we laughed at nothing, just enjoying each other’s company.

- Are you up for some burgers, babe? - I looked up at her, tilting my head - I’m starving.

- I’m not hungry, Gee… - she said quietly, her hands not leaving my hair - But if you are, go ahead…

She gave me a small smile and I got up from her lap, sitting next to her. 

- Are you sure? - I furrowed, and asked one more time - You haven't eaten anything since you arrived…

- I’m fine - She cupped my face - I just ate a lot for breakfast.

She pressed her lips on mine, quick but sweet.

- Uh… if you say so… - I blinked, and smirked - If you change your mind, you can always steal my fries. 

- Thanks, babe. - She smiled, sweetly.

But she didn’t. She ate nothing. Later, I grabbed some chips, her favorites, and she ‘wasn’t hungry’. 

Next day we had a rehearsal, and like always, she was there with us, cheering and hanging out. Later we ordered pizza, and she took a few bites and dropped. I didn’t push her or ask why she didn’t eat, cause all the guys were around. I didn't want to embarrass her or something. 

Once the guys were out, I went to her.

- Babe… i-i’ve been noticing you haven't eaten - I Tried, reaching her hands - Are you sure you are okay?

- Yeah, I’m fine - she nodded, like was everything all right - I had a few snacks when you were helping Mikey to set the stuff for the rehearsal.

- Really? - I raised a brow

- Yep. You don’t need to worry, Gee.

I was dumb enough to believe her. She slept here, in my house, and after we got out of the shower, she stumbled in, nothing. 

- Whoa- Hey, are you okay? - I held her by the waist, and she stood up again.

- Yeah… i must be tired i guess - She chuckles.

- Are you sure? Cause-

- Babe, you worry too much… - She kissed my cheek - And I love you for it, but I'm fine. 

Maybe it was just a few coincidences, right? Wrong. Because yesterday, I went to her house. She ate one apple. Just one apple, the whole day.

I went out of her room to grab some water for us, but when I walked in, I caught her looking at the mirror. Not fixing her hair or adjusting her clothes, she looked… nervous.

- Babe? I stepped toward her -  my voice softer - Everything okay? She jumped a little, like I’d startled her, then quickly turned away, fixing her shirt. - Yeah, I’m fine, Gee. - She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

- Right… - I frowned, but didn’t press further. But that feeling, that gnawing feeling in my gut, wouldn’t leave.

*** time skip ***

A few weeks later, the tour was right around the corner. The guys were buzzing with excitement, but all I could think about was her. There was no way I could leave her like this—not when something clearly wasn’t right. So, I did what any decent boyfriend would do. I asked her to come with us. 

I showed up at her house like any normal day, but my heart was racing. I stood on her porch, hands in my pockets, trying to shake the nerves as I waited for her to answer the door.

- Gee! - she beamed, throwing her arms around me before I could even say a word.

- Hey, babe… - I kissed the top of her head, smelling the scent of her hair. - You okay?

- Yeah - She looked up, still hugging me - how ‘bout you?

- I’m good. - I grinned at her - I want to ask you something…

- Spit it - her eyes went wide for a second.

- MCR is going on tour… - I tilted my head, my hands still on her waist -  and I want you to go with us… are you up to-

- Yes! - she practically shouted, eyes lighting up. - Oh my- Of course I want to! 

- Then start to pack your stuff, babe. We’re leaving tomorrow.

She held my hand and started to lead me upstairs, so I just smiled, and followed her to her bedroom. But then, when I thought everything couldn't be more perfect,  just as we reached her bedroom door, she stopped. Her hand shot out to the doorframe, steadying herself. Her smile faltered. She looked dizzy, as if she was tired or nauseous or... weak. 

- I’m fine - She said, her smile weak, but I was really not convinced. - just tripped. 

- Sweetheart, - My hand reached her shoulder, my voice sweet and worried - have you eaten today? 

- What? Of course I did… - she gave me a smile, shaking her head - Stop worry, Gee.

- Okay… - I sighed and nodded, but my gut twisted. I wasn’t about to stop.

She walked into the room and opened her closet, searching through the clothes and sorting out some black T-shirts. 

- So, will you help me to pick my clothes? I have no idea where to begin… - she chuckled, showing me one of my own shirts she’d “borrowed” weeks ago. - I’m totally bringing this one with me.

I walked close to her, getting on her back and wrapping my arms around her waist.

- You should… it looks good on you - My lips touched the soft skin of her neck - everything looks good on you… you are beautiful, you know?

- You are so cheesy sometimes - She rolled her eyes, but I see the smile on her mouth, and a little blush on her cheeks.

- guilty… - i smirked, turning her to look at me, our noses brushing - But i’m just saying the truth

Our lips met, sweet and slow, her hands reached my jaw, pulling me close.

We spent the rest of the night packing. Well, she packed, I mostly sat on her bed and watched her panic over how many shirts to bring. Her excitement was real, but under it… I still saw the little things.

The way she swayed a little when she stood up too fast.

The way she avoided looking in the mirror when she changed.

The way she laughed it off every time I asked if she wanted something to eat.

By morning, we were on the road, the van loaded with gear and cheap snacks. Ray took the first shift driving, Frank was in the passenger seat, and I was in the backseat, between Mikey and my girlfriend.

- I'm happy you are here… - I said, wrapping my arms around her shoulder, pulling her closer - couldn’t bear to stay away from you for months…

- Yeah… me neither… - She kissed my temple, wrapping her arm around my waist - Thanks for inviting me…

- Don’t need to thank me - I turned just enough to look at her - Besides, I planned a lot of things for us to do…

- Can you guys stop being gross? - Mikey chimed in.

- You’re just jealous some other bassist isn’t here,- I shot back with a smug grin. - I couldn’t hold back a smirk.

- Shut up! 

The sun was barely creeping over the horizon, and the van already smelled like Red Bull, sweat, and crushed chips. Mikey had passed out against the window with his headphones on, and Frank was making some kind of bizarre playlist war with Ray up front, arguing whether Sabbath or The Misfits should be next.

She sat quietly next to me, legs tucked under her, her cheek resting on her palm as she looked out the window. Her hair caught the morning light just right, and for a second, I forgot how worried I was.

I reached into the snack bag by my feet and pulled out a pack of mini pretzels, nothing fancy, just something.

- Hey, babe - I nudged her gently with my elbow, - You want some?

She blinked like she hadn’t heard me at first, then turned to me with a soft smile. 

- No, I’m okay. 

- You sure? - I held the bag out, trying to keep my voice light. - They’re not as terrible as they look.

She shook her head, still smiling, but I saw the hesitation. Like maybe she wanted to say yes, but something else was louder in her head. I didn’t push. Just opened the bag, grabbed a few for myself, and tossed it between us. She looked down at it, lips twitching like she was fighting a grin.

- Okay, kinda weird, but still keep me from starving - I mumbled through a mouthful.

She didn’t respond, just leaned her head back against the seat again. Five minutes passed. Ten. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand move. Slow. Casual.

She pulled the bag open and popped one into her mouth, like it was nothing.

I didn’t say anything. Didn’t look at her. But my heart ached in the best and worst way.

- See? - I said quietly, like we were in on a secret. - Not completely terrible.

She let out a soft laugh, almost sheepish, and nudged her knee against mine. I didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, something in me unclenched. Even if it was just one pretzel. 

At our first stop after a few hours on the road, she stepped out of the van and stretched with a soft sigh. The sun had dipped low, casting golden light over everything… and then I saw it. She was wearing one of my old T-shirts, the sleeves rolled up, just barely brushing her thighs. She tied her hair up without thinking, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.

She looked incredible. And I couldn’t, for the life of me, understand how she didn’t see it. The way her body moved, graceful and real, all soft curves and quiet strength, she was a masterpiece. Like a painting no one could recreate, no matter how hard they tried.

I walked up to her, reached out without a word. She slid her hand into mine like she always did, like it belonged there.

- You are so pretty… - I murmured, my eyes locked on her.

- Gee-

- No, I mean it… - as she looked away, but i squeezed her hand gently - You are so fucking pretty… 

- Keep saying that and i will combust - She smiled

- Nah… - I shook my head, and winked - Just making sure you know how lucky I am.

She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth tugged into that crooked little smile I loved so much. Still hand in hand, we wandered into the 24-hour gas station shop, her fingers warm against mine.

The place was nearly empty, lit with the kind of too-bright fluorescent lights that made everything feel a little off. Frank and Mikey were already hunting for the weirdest energy drinks they could find, and Ray was arguing with the cashier about the price of beef jerky.

She wandered toward the snack aisle, scanning without much interest, arms crossed like a shield across her chest. I watched her for a second, trying not to make it obvious, then slipped over to the cooler in the back.

She once told me her favorite thing to eat on the road was strawberry milk and a pack of mini donuts, said it reminded her of being a kid. I never forgot.

So, I grabbed them.

When I came back, she was still pretending to be interested in some granola bar she wasn’t going to buy.

- Here,- I said, holding the stuff out like it was no big deal. - Thought you might want this.

- You remembered? - Her eyes widened just a little. 

- Of course I did. - I shrugged, trying to sound casual. - Strawberry milk and fake powdered joy.

She laughed softly, actually laughed, and took them from my hands.

- Thanks, Gee.

- Anytime. - I leaned in, brushing a kiss to her cheek. 

And then, she opened the pack. Took one of the donuts and popped it into her mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I didn’t say anything. Didn’t want to make it weird or turn it into a moment. But inside, I felt like I could cry. Just a little.

She sipped the strawberry milk next, sighing contentedly as we made our way to the register. She ate. She smiled. It was small. But it was something.

We went back to the van, and before long, the road had lulled us all into that half-sleepy daze. Mikey was at the wheel now, sunglasses on even though the sun had already started to fade. Frank snored with his mouth wide open, Ray mumbled something about guitar strings in his sleep, and she curled up beside me with her head on my shoulder, warm and quiet.

I kept my arm around her, eyes half-closed, and tried not to think too hard about anything. Just her heartbeat near mine, the rhythm of the road, the soft buzz of being close to someone you love.

The next day flew by.

We were up early, venue chaos mode. Setting up amps, checking mics, fixing the lighting, arguing over the setlist like we didn’t already know it by heart. It was always like this, but I loved it. And this time? She was there. Watching. Laughing. Taking pictures of Frank doing something dumb with a mic stand. Dancing along to our soundcheck.

Her energy lit the whole place up.

- You nervous? - she asked, coming up behind me while I tuned my guitar.

- Nah, - I said, glancing over my shoulder. “Not when you’re here.”

She grinned and hugged me from behind, resting her cheek against my back. And for a second, everything felt right.

But then… later, we grabbed lunch, some greasy takeout from a place down the street, and she picked at it. Barely ate half a sandwich before pushing it away. I didn’t say anything right then. Just took a fry and nudged the container toward her.

- Try this,- I said. - They’re actually good. Not poison, I promise.

She rolled her eyes but popped one in her mouth, chewing slowly. I offered her more, and she didn’t say no. It was always like that, if I was eating and asked her to eat with me, she’d eat too. But never on her own. Never when she thought no one was paying attention.

By the time we hit backstage just before the show, she was bouncing on the balls of her feet, practically vibrating with excitement.

- You look hot in your stage outfit, - she teased, tugging at the lapel of my jacket.

- You’re one to talk, - I said, pulling her closer for a kiss. - You’re radiant.

- Shut up. - She laughed, blushing, then smacked my arm. 

I kissed her before getting on stage, and the energy there was insane. Even performing for the small crowd in front of me, I kept looking at her, checking to be sure if she was okay.

But near the end of the set, something felt off.

It was during “Cubicles” when I glanced over again, something in me just tugged my eyes her way, and I saw her stumble a little. Not dramatically, just a small, clumsy tilt. She tried to steady herself against the wall, laughing it off like she tripped or lost her balance.

I missed a chord.

Ray looked at me, confused, but I covered it fast and kept going, even though my stomach had just twisted into a knot.

When we finished the last song, I barely said goodbye to the crowd. As soon as we were offstage, I rushed toward her.

- Babe? - I called, pushing past a crew guy. She was leaning on a flight case, hand pressed to her temple.

- I’m fine, - she said quickly, too quickly.

- You’re not, - I murmured, catching her elbow just as her knees buckled slightly. - Hey, hey, sit down.

I guided her to a folding chair against the wall. Her skin felt clammy, her eyes glassy. My heart hammered in my chest.

- I just got dizzy, - she said, brushing her hair out of her face. - It’s hot back here, and I haven’t slept -

- And you barely ate today, - I cut in gently. I crouched in front of her, brushing her hair behind her ear. - You scared the shit out of me.

She bit her lip and looked away, and that silence said more than any lie could.

- I’m okay now, Gee. I promise.

- You don’t look okay… - I said softly. - Let me help you. Please.

She didn’t answer at first. Just leaned forward, pressing her forehead to mine, eyes fluttering closed.

- Gee… I just… it's complicated, you know? - she whispered. 

I kissed her knuckles and sat there with her, letting the world move around us for a minute, just her and me in the chaos, trying to hold on.

- You don’t have to say anything if it’s too hard, - I murmured, still holding her hand, - but you don’t have to go through this alone, okay?

Her fingers tightened around mine. She still wasn’t looking at me, but her breathing hitched, just a little. Like she was holding something in.

- I know it doesn’t make sense, - she finally said, voice barely above a whisper. - But sometimes... it’s like I'm not good enough unless I’m... less."

That word hit me like a punch.

- You don’t have to be less, - I said, instantly. My voice cracked. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her hand, then to her temple. - God, if you only saw what I see when I look at you.

She finally looked at me. Eyes shining. Scared. Vulnerable.

- You’re beautiful, - I said, and I meant it so much it almost hurt. - Not just like, ‘cute outfit’ or ‘pretty smile’ beautiful. I mean… you light up every room. You make the darkest things feel soft. And I love you. All of you.

She blinked hard, and a single tear slipped down her cheek. I caught it with my thumb.

- You don’t have to be well overnight, - I went on. - Just let me be here. Let me remind you to eat. Let me worry about you and hold you tight when you need. 

She let out a shaky breath, then nodded, leaning into me again, her arms wrapping tight around my neck.

- Okay… - she whispered.

I closed my eyes, holding her close, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against mine.

- That’s all I ask, - I said softly. - We’ll figure it out together.

- Thank you, Gee… -  She said, looking deep in my eyes, with a shaky voice - I love you

- I love you too… More than anything.

And as the backstage chaos buzzed back to life around us, shouts and clanging equipment and post-show adrenaline, I held her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Because to me, she was.

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Im kinda with no time to write, but i love to interact with u, guys... so im collecting information to complement some ideas I had...

(Still working on the requests when i have time😭)

[otherone12]

I promised a while ago thai e would show you my fangirl stuff...

That's like the most precious thing i have... cause it was so fucking hard to find Fever and V&V... The Live in Chicago I found it by chance... and i had to buy, since Pretty. Odd is my favorite Panic album.

I bought all of them from Shopee (Fever, V&V) Amazon (TWTLTRTD, VV, PFT) and Mercado Livre (Live In Chicago and Dead of a a Bachelord)

Bullets is the first MCR vinyl i get... abou t a year ago...

And this boxset is the only MCR CD i have, it was about $30, I bought it used, at Shopee...

I read this a billion times and i never get tired of... im saving a bit of money to buy TUA too...

That's my room's wall...

Idk if yungblud is emo (probably not) , but i LOVE him... (but I found the most recent album kind of bad). Thats my first collored vinyl (and only until the Revenge one arrive)... my parents gave me at my 17yo birthday last year.

I bought it in the day he anounced (2020 i guess)

That's it 😝

And i have a vinyl colection with all the Beatles albuns...

[otherone12]

GUYS

I JUST SPENT $80 ON THAT RED AND BLACK REVENGE VINYL 😭😭😭😭

(Vinyl + taxes + import)

[otherone12]

I love the fact that my masterlist have 100+ likes and no #....

Just make me think that people really want to see my stuff... ♡

[otherone12]

Happy BDay, Gee!!

Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: HEYYYY, guys  do you miss me? 'Cause I miss you (Action Cat lol)... So, i cant promisse to post to much, not now, cause i have a whole book to read in a week, a short film to record, and a few assigments to do... an rn im sick (literally have to stop writting to puke lol). Hope u all well, and hope u like this one, it's a bit too short but after a month without posting... yeah.

It's not midnight in Brazil yet, so im still on April 9th <3

Summary: A cute fic to celebrate Gee's birthday.

- Word Count: 825

- Warnings: Age Gap! (reader 20-ish and Gerard 48yo)

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps1: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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Reader’s 1st Person POV

I woke up earlier than usual, Gerard’s arms wrapped around my waist, I felt his warm breath against my neck. I wanted to stay a little longer, but I had a few plans for today too, so carefully I got up, getting out of the warmth of his arms. 

I walked to the kitchen, trying not to make any noise, as I started to prepare breakfast for him. Just a simple black coffee, pancakes, fruits… in about half an hour it was all sattle in a tray, and I was on the stairs on my way to our room. But then, there he was, up, ready to start the day.

- You are no fun… - I said, still trying to not spill anything - Go back to bed so I can surprise you! 

- What? - He chuckled - Let me help you, babe.

- No! - I pouted - It's for you…

He gave me a small smile, his sleepy hazel eyes with an almost apologetic look.

- I know, sugar, but I can help you and-

- No, get back to the bed, Gee… - I keep walking, focusing on the tray.

- Okay, okay… - He smiled, walking back to our room.

When I finally got in, he was there, sitting on the bed. That wasn't exactly the way I wanted this day to begin, but yeah… that’s how it’s going.

I looked at him, smiling, placing the table on his side.

- Here! - I said proudly, and he smiled at me. Damn how much I love his smile…- Happy birthday, Birthday Boy!

His hand reached for my face, rubbing his thumb on my cheek. 

- Thanks, babe… - Gerard kissed my forehead, sweetly - But I’m not much of a boy anymore, I guess…

- Nah… - I tilted my head, and moved forward to kiss him on the lips, quick, but tender.- I don’t really care about that… Still my man.

- I love you so much… - He murmured, his lips brushing mine. 

- Yeah? - I smirked.

- Yeah. - He bit his lip a bit.

- Good, cause I love you too - I pressed a kiss on his lips again, he tasted so sweet… - And I planned to make this day all about you…

I reached for the fork on the tray, and picked a bit of pancakes.

- Open up, babe… - I held the fork on his lips, and he opened his mouth. Gerard hummed, that hum that said “really good”.

Before I could react, Gerard put me on his lap, I gasped surprised, and giggled when I saw him all cute holding me. 

- Way better… - He whispered as he buried his nose on my neck. - There is no way you can make this day better…

- Gee, it’s only 8am… - - We have a full day ahead... and you haven't seen your gift yet!

- Oh my god, there’s more? - He groaned playfully.

- Yep - I giggled as he kissed my shoulder.

The morning went well with these cute vibes. It’s not like we never do this kind of thing, but today was just… different. Maybe because it was his day, yeah… totally because of that. He is a bit shy of being the center of attention, but he deserved it. I made his favorite dish for lunch, and all the time I spent on that was worth it the second I saw the spark in his eyes.

Then in between a lot of kisses, I walked to him with a not too small package. Gerard raised one eyebrow.

- what do you have there? - He smirked.

- Dunno… - I made a face - something special for my man I guess…

- Oh, is that so? - He chuckled- He must be a lucky guy…

- He is 

I handed him the package, and he opened… there it was, the one batman issues he wanted for so fucking long, but neve found… well, i did.

His eyes were wide, pure schock.

- Babe… - He froze - How…? Where do you… ? 

- I have my ways - - And you deserve the best.

Instantly he put his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. 

- Thank you so much, sugar… - He kissed the top of my head - I don't even know how to thank you.

- No need to… - My head still pressed on his chest - It’s your birthday, Gee…

He held me for a while, swinging me a bit. He is so perfect…

At the end of the day, Ray, Frank and Mikey arrived at our house, we had some pizza, even put a 48 candle on the top of that. We talked, laughed and I can tell Gerard was loving that… and so was I.

At night, before we slept, he was with his arms around my waist again, all cozy, and he kissed the back of my neck.

- Thanks for today… - He murmured 

- Gee, you don’t need to thank me! 

- I know, I know… but I want to…  - He smiled against my skin - And I love you, so much…

- Love you too, babe…

And just like that, I knew I did right…

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[otherone12]

Maybe, just maybe im writting some Gerard fic for tomorrow... like, for his birthday...

And i will keep with the queue of requestes as soon as possible 🙏🏻

And the reason im off? FUCKING SCHOOL

(And now im sick... lol)