#gerard i love you but please shut the fuck up for two seconds no babe of course your screams are great i’m just trying to hear the music

[okom]

high off my absolute gourd just watched this video where frank picks up rays guitar part so smoothly and seamlessly for him after ray misses, and ray looks so proudly at frank!! im staring into my orb thinking about how frank and rays guitar parts aren’t just support and melody, they weave and interchange with each other like two unlikely friends shaking hands to band together to fight a common enemy (bells tingling over an ancient memory that remembers frank saying that playing live felt like he was fighting for his life) And how important it is that Ray felt like he could trust Frank to have his back while playing these songs especially when they were first starting to write together and i’m going insane. theres so much weight in trusting a stranger to fight alongside you and feel confident enough that they would handle their piece with care. ray is not only able to translate gerard’s thoughts into melody but ray and frank also share a common language that’s unique to each other in the creation of their art and you can see that in the way their respective parts communicate to and with each other in the music and onstage FUCK. i’m just vibing over how harmoniously frank and ray fit together as guitar players like this really is a once in a lifetime band. basically:

[anystalker707]

You wish (2/2)

Part 1

Pairing: Frank Iero x [non-binary, afab] Reader Word counting: ~ 4 000 Genre: Smut / Enemies to lovers Summary: After finding out they have feelings for each other, (y/n) lets Frank drive them home to spend the night together.

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The night is agitated, but ends up going by relatively fast. Even with having sorted things out between us, Frank and I don't talk a lot – our interaction is limited by us sharing looks now and then while I work and either smiling at each other or blushing and laughing.

One of Frank's bandmates approaches him at some point, asking him about leaving. When I understand what is going on, I can feel my heart tightening in my chest and even pause the drink I'm preparing, unable to tear my attention away from the two. Frank shakes his head, muttering something I can't understand, but it doesn't seem like he will be standing up due to how he leans forward on the counter. A relieved sigh escapes my lips with it and I end up just falling back to reality when Frank turns to look at me – I'm the one to blush this time, quickly returning to shaking the drink before pouring it in the glass.

"God fucking finally!" Pete's voice echoes through the empty club when the doors are closed and only the staff – and Frank – is left. Frank and I can't help but to laugh.

"I'll be right back," I tell Frank and walk to the back room, grabbing my things. I actually stand there for a moment, thinking about everything that happened, and I can't hold back a chuckle at it, burying my face in my hands as feeling it heating up. Lowering my hands, I see Pete there, staring at me with the widest grin on his face and sending me a look. "Shut up." I narrow my eyes at him, becoming impossibly more flustered.

"I didn't even say anything!" He throws his hands in the air in a defensive manner.

"You were thinking!" I playfully punch his arm when walking by, making him chuckle, and throw my bag over my shoulder. "Bye, Pete!" I walk out of the room and am surprised by Frank standing by the doorway, but just nod towards the exit.

It's cold outside, making me chill despite my jacket shielding me from most of the cold air that embraces us in the moment we step out of the place through the back door. There aren't many people around and it's not a surprise, judging by how late it currently is. Almost fucking three in the morning. Quite relaxing, actually, if you ask me.

I'm about to start making my way down the street when I feel Frank tugging me back by the back of my jacket. "My car," he says and I groan in response despite turning to walk towards the other direction, following him. He breathes a chuckle and looks at me with a small pout, glancing at my lips. I roll my eyes before pecking his lips. It makes him grin pleased and wrap an arm around me to pull me closer and I can't help but to chuckle.

Frank opens the door for me and I playfully glare at him as getting in, thankful that it's warmer in the car. "You're being too nice, Iero!"

"Invested in getting some ass!" he calls on his way over to the other side and I snort a laugh, bringing a hand up to cover my face; I can also hear him laughing as getting in. "Where to, love?" He starts the car and glances at me, pulling up to the road.

"Down the main street, green building right next to a bakery," I tell him, adjusting my bag by my feet. He mutters something in response and I hum, observing him for a moment before I look back, seeing a guitar case across the back seats and it makes me remember of Mikey telling me that Frank plays the guitar, what also gives me a vague memory of him saying he, Frank and Gerard are in a band together with another guy. Cool. I might ask them about it later.

I sigh as leaning back against the seat and observing Frank again; he must sense it because he glances at me, raising an eyebrow. "You do walk for quite a bit, huh?"

"'M used to it." I shrug. It's not like it's a walk longer than fifteen minutes, but once in a while I get a lift or come by car. This is not relevant, nonetheless. My eyes wander around the car for a moment and I can't help but to smirk a bit to myself as having an idea; I reach a hand to touch his thigh.

Frank is about to say something when the touch makes his breath hitch in his throat and tense up. He remains silent as, with the lack of complaints, I let my hand wander further into the inside of his thigh and he tenses up again in the same moment his cheeks turn red and he tries to hold back a sound, but I can still faintly listen to it.

"(Y/n)," he mutters under his breath.

I hold back a chuckle, grinning. "What? Do you like this?" I slip my hand under his shirt and follow along the waistband of his pants. He's grumbling to himself until a groan escapes his lips with my fingers slipping past the waistband of his boxers.

"I'm driving, (y/n)!" He sounds so desperate, almost a whine, that I can't help but finally to let out a chuckle, shaking my head to myself as I pull my hand away, muttering about how funny his reaction was – it earns me a playful glare as the bright red tone continues taking over his cheeks and his pants clearly start to tent up.

Soon enough, the car comes to a stop and he looks at me like if waiting for something, but all I do is to leave the car and start walking towards the building. I can hear the car door throwing shut seconds; Frank shows up by my side seconds later. I fish my keys from inside the bag as I start walking up the stairs. We climb the steps fast, with a shared urgency; Frank has his hands in front of his crotch just in case we run into someone. His expectant gazes are obvious – I can see him looking at me from the corners of my eyes –; however, I act like if nothing was happening with the pure intention of seeing his reaction and the frustration that manifests itself through his tense silence is certainly entertaining.

I'm suddenly thankful for having decided to clean my apartment earlier today. I leave my shoes by the door after closing it behind us, locking it again, and Frank takes the hint to do the same while I put my bag away.

Whatever Frank was going to tell me, the words are lost due to how I press my lips to his without any warning, cupping his face. It takes him a few seconds to kiss back, sharing the same urgency as I do and parts his lips after feeling my tongue gliding along his bottom lip. His hands eventually wrap themselves around my hips, grip slowly becoming tighter around them, until slipping under my shirt and letting his thumbs rub circles into the bare skin. He suddenly pulls me closer to him, closing the space between us, making a sigh escape my lips with it.

"C'mon," I mutter against his lips as starting to walk back towards my room. None of us want to let go, what results in us stumbling down the hall while sharing messy kisses that don't really last for longer than five seconds. We chuckle quietly when we almost trip on our feet, thankfully able to hold onto the wall before losing our balance.

I step back into my bedroom and turn the lights on, watching Frank follow – he rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling down on it lightly while watching me discarding my jacket.

"Damn, babe," he says in a low and hoarse voice, taking a step closer. I hum softly against his lips, taking his bottom lip between mine, but we're soon forced to interrupt it to get rid of my shirt and I move to do the same to his, smiling as I place my hands on his shoulders and push him back to sit down on the bed. His eyes follow every movement of mine as Frank pushes himself further down the bed and I climb on top of it, only stopping when I'm straddling his lap.

Frank hums softly and presses a kiss to my stomach before I finally allow myself to sit down, and I lock our lips again, what makes him groan again, giving my thighs a squeeze. His calloused fingertips are rough against my skin while his hands trail up my torso, their warmth making little bumps rise in my skin with them wandering around until fidgeting with the hem of my bra.

I open my eyes lightly after breaking the kiss, meeting his gaze, though still letting our lips linger together as I nod and move to help him with taking it off, throwing it to the floor just like we did with our shirts.

Before Frank can do anything, I place my hands on his chest to slowly push him back against the mattress and take my moment to observe his tattoos, letting my fingers trace some of them but the urgency doesn't let me take too long with it and I'm soon leaning down. I peck his lips and press kisses on my way down to his neck, nibbling and sucking lightly on the skin when I finally stop. His throat vibrates against my cheek with the sounds I snatch from him with it, also letting one of my hands wander around his torso absentmindedly.

"Fuck, (y/n)," he mutters, interrupted by a moan when I let my hand wander too low down his body. I can't help but to chuckle against his skin as moving to a spot by the base of his neck while slipping my hand in his pants, palming him lightly through his boxers.

He lets me do palm him for a moment until he starts becoming impatient at noticing I won't go any further than that, pushing his hips up, another moan escaping his lips with it. "Fuck— Stop teasing," he breathes, bringing a hand to my head to make me pull away so I can see his glare. I chuckle.

Moving away from Frank, I bring myself back up to undo my pants and remove them along with my underwear while Frank, after spending a moment observing me, does the same.

Frank smiles a bit at me as he presses his lips to mine once again, being the one to make me lie back down on the mattress, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling down on it while he adjusts his position between my legs, hand grazing my thigh lightly. I let out a pleased groan, gasping when I feel one of his hands around my breast, massaging it lightly. "Fuck," I mutter, tangling my fingers with his hair.

His eyes meet mine while he pecks my lips before he starts to give attention to my collarbones, teeth gently pulling on the skin as he balances the pressure just right between the pain and the pleasure and I sigh softly with it, leaning my head back as letting him.

Another curse escapes my lips as I feel Frank trailing down, loving the sensation of his lips against my chest and then trailing down my stomach until a bite on my hip has me moaning and arching my back lightly. He chuckles,  giving my thighs a squeeze, pressing kisses to my skin in his way back up.

"Hey, babe," he mutters against my lips and I hum softly, feeling his hand trailing up my thigh and diving into the inside of it – I tense up as feeling his hand becoming dangerously close to my heat, just to be left in frustration with it trailing down in the last second. "Why don't you show me what that pretty mouth can do, hm?" His nose brushes against mine softly and he pecks my lips, humming questioningly.

A chill runs down my spine at the thought and I'd squeeze my thighs together if I could, nodding. I pull Frank closer with an arm around his neck, pressing my lips to his as using my free arm to push myself up while he does the same, pulling me along with him.

The kiss is messy, with us trying to know where we are going without breaking it, trying to make it up to our needs at the same time.

We only step apart once up to our feet and Frank's dark, lust filled eyes follow me as I drop to my knees and look up at him, wrapping a hand around him and moving it in an agonizingly slow pace, free hand resting on his thigh. "It's so amusing seeing you like this, y'know?" I grin. "Every time we talked, I thought you wanted to jump on my throat or watch me choke and die," I chuckle, watching it as Frank is torn out between the annoyance and the pleasure, a breath caught in his throat.

A shaky exhale escapes Frank's nose as he has his lips pressed together in a thin line. "Why don't you do something better with that pretty mouth of yours, huh?" He raises an eyebrow at me and takes a hold of my jaw, fingers digging into the skin in a manner that I can't help but to open my mouth with a groan. "Like that..." He mutters quietly as guiding himself past my lips.

I raise an eyebrow at Frank, unamused, but he seems more focused on watching himself as he mutters something under his breath and, out of revenge, I hollow my cheeks out of sudden as taking all of him into my mouth, what has a sudden moan escaping his lips, tensing up simultaneously.

"Fuck," Frank says in a high-pitched tone, voice tight, as I can feel his hands on the back of my head, tugging lightly on my hair as pushing his hips forward. His breath hitches, and a moan follows suit whilst I start moving my head, looking up at him and it's honestly fun seeing that punk posture turning into something completely different now. I take a hold of his dick, swirling my tongue around his tip and humming around him, entertained by how he gasps and tenses up with it.

"You—" He is never able to finish his sentence with how I suck on the tip before slowly inching down his length and hollowing my cheeks once again, trying to control my gag reflex once I reach the base.

The mix of precum and drool that had been pooling down in the corners of my lips finally start trailing down my chin when I decide to stop teasing and move my head in a decent rhythm that has moans coming from him steadily. "So..." Frank breathes, interrupted by a moan, pushing his hips forward lightly and trying to build a rhythm with it. "So fucking beautiful, love," he groans, making me pull off before he pushes back into my mouth and I can see the exact moment in which his release starts building because of the fucking expression on his face when he sees the look I sent him.

"Fuck," he gasps, "hold on, hold on," he cries, biting down on his lip although making me pull away. My lips part into a grin as I watch him throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut while he holds onto the base of his dick for a moment, breathing heavily, certain pride swelling in my chest.

I stand up and Frank notices it. "Get on the bed," he tells me as wrapping his hands around my hips and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"No, no, you're not the only one getting all the fun!" I glare and take a step back to sit down on the edge of the bed. "C'mon, I want you on your knees," I say as pointing to the ground, and watch it as his cheeks gain a red tone again, but he does as I said, nonetheless. "What a pretty boy," I tease as cupping his face and making him lean his head up so I can press a kiss to his lips – he hums with it, placing his hands firmly on my thighs, moving closer and pulling them apart.

"And who do you think you are to talk to me like that?" He sticks his bottom lip out, looking at me up and down with a disdain that has me snorting, rolling my eyes.

"All barking, but no biting, huh?" I smirk a bit as running my fingers through his hair. "I only see you complaining."

Frank's eyes narrow at me, but a verbal response never comes as he sits back on his legs and I hum softly with feeling his hot breath over my sensitive parts, biting down on my lip.

In an opposite to the teasing I expected, Frank presses his mouth to my folds forcefully, tongue slipping out and parting them in a way he licks up from my entrance to my clit and makes a shiver run down my spine as I pull onto his hair out of reflex, snatching a groan from him.

"Damn, Frank," I groan as pulling him closer with my grip on his hair.

Crescent marks are left behind as Frank sinks his fingers in my thighs to a point his short nails dig in and he adjusts his grip on them before it happens again and his tongue is just working so well, wandering around before finding its way up to my clit. A breathy moan escapes my lips with it, interrupted by a gasp at the feeling of him sucking on it then he's pulling away, just to dive back in, tongue flicking against the bundle of nerves in a way I can feel the arousal starting to pool down in my lower stomach.

"Hell— Frank, damn," I breathe, not caring about how desperate my voice sounds because it just feels so good. The moans almost escape my lips without me being able to control it and I grip at Frank's hair, tugging on it lightly and pulling him closer at the feeling of the vibrations his groans cause and I'm practically melting under his touch as he voluntarily sinks his face deeper, in a way I need to hold myself back from rocking my hips.

"S-Stop," I stutter as letting go of his hair and tapping his shoulder lightly, feeling myself getting dangerously close to my release. He does pull away and licks his lips as looking up at me and it genuinely doesn't really help. I groan as breathing heavily.

Once I'm able to recompose myself enough, I glance back as moving to the middle of the bed, what seems to be an immediate invitation for Frank to follow me, soon hovering over me and pressing his lips to mine. The taste isn't exactly the best thing, but it's just a detail under all the arousal that makes the room's atmosphere so thick along with all the need and urgency we share.

"Goddamn it," Frank mutters as pulling away. "Fucking— Hold on," he says and pecks my lips a last time before he moves to grab his pants from the ground and comes back with a condom in hand. He kneels down between by legs as he rips the wrapper open with his teeth before sliding the condom on and there we are again, lips pressed against each other in the most urgent kiss so far, with his hands gripping tightly at my hips while I can feel him against the inside of my thigh.

"Hurry up, dumbass," I tell him, biting down on his bottom lip and pulling on it lightly, while throwing my arms around his neck.

"So impatient, fucking hell," he curses under his breath, both of us gazing at each other through half-lidded eyes.

"So slow, fucking hell. Do you need instructions, sweetheart?" I mock and he rolls his eyes, but I'm soon sighing softly with the feeling of him against my entrance. Both of us let out a quiet moan at the feeling of him slipping in, slowly, grip gradually becoming tighter around my hips, and more moans are slipping from my throat as he doesn't even give me a moment to adjust, starting to move his hips.

"Still slow, sweetheart?" Frank asks sarcastically against my lips and I groan, pulling lightly at the hair on the back of his neck, only to snatch throaty moan from him.

"Fuck you," I say and pause because of a moan, "shut up and do your job." I bring him down to press our lips together again while wrapping my legs around his hips, moaning at the change of angle.

Frank does seem to take my words as the next snap of his hips has me gasping as pulling away, throwing my head back and arching my back at his harsher thrusts and how he seems to shift around until finding the angle that has more sounds spilling from my lips. My exposed neck is an immediate call for Frank and I can soon feel his mustache and stubble ticking against the skin at how he starts pressing kisses and nibbling softly on it, what adds up to the pleasure.

Due to the previous play, it's no new that it doesn't take long for us to get close to releasing. My nails dragging up Frank's back probably leave marks that I'll be tracing later, whereas it won't be much different regarding how he gripped on my hips and now one of his hands hold onto my thigh, fingers sinking into the skin, while using his free one to hold himself up.

"Fuck, (y/n)—" Frank breathes, bringing his mouth to next to my ear and hearing all the moans that come from him makes the knot in my lower stomach even tighter. "'M close, love," he groans.

"Me— Me too," I manage to say.

Frank pauses for a moment to adjust his position, probably so he can have more support, but it's completely worth it; he starts moving again, the new position allowing his thrusts to be heavier and faster and also allowing him to slip his hand between us and the feeling of his thumb rubbing furiously against my already abused clit has me tightening around him and moaning his name as coming before I can realize, nails sinking in his back as my mind goes momentarily blank.

"Frank— Frank, fuck," I whine softly as holding tightly onto him and I can feel my thighs quivering around him with it.

A loud, deep groan comes from Frank as his hips start to stutter and his moans turn into nonsense mumbled against my skin, his grip on my thigh becomes tighter, but all it does is to snatch another pleased sigh from me. He is breathing heavily when he pulls away, muttering something as he discards the condom and soon comes back.

"Damn," Frank breathes, resting his head on my chest and pressing a kiss to it, "'sure hope it wasn't a one-night thing, huh," he says in a serious tone and I can't help but to smile.

"Of course not," I tell him with a hum, still breathing heavily. I can feel the tiredness already falling over me. "Only if you aren't an asshole anymore," I tease, what makes him groan playfully; I smile and pull his hair back, pressing a kiss to his nose.

"I know where you live, (y/n), think better about it," he jokes and I can't help but to laugh.

"Fuck you and shut up, 'm tired," I tap his shoulder lightly. A groan comes from him, but he does relax against me with a sigh, pressing his face to my neck.

[robinrunsfiction]

That Promptly Turned To Dust

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: @glittercupcakes-and-squats​ who provided the prompts Word Count: 2,700 Author’s Note: Like dudes, I just got home from work, I haven’t even taken my jacket off yet. My new MCR shirt is still sitting in the package waiting to be opened, but NO, it must wait, as I have impatient readers who have already read this who are waiting for this to post

ENJOY THE ANGST

Life on the road was never easy, especially for an up and coming band. It was even more tough on the people who worked for them. But it was exactly the kind of work (YN) loved to do. The fast pace, the travel, the new faces every day were exciting to her. Maybe one day she would want to settle down, but not yet. For now, she had a life to live and that meant finding herself in the middle of the United States, Nebraska to be specific, watching Garden of Woe open for My Chemical Romance.

(YN) grew up with the lead singer, Liam. She went to school with them, and since (YN) always acted like the mom of band, she was a natural to hire as their assistant. Off the buzz generated by their debut album, they were hired to open for My Chem. It was amazing to see them play every night to huge crowds, winning so many of them over with their music.

But by far the best part of the tour was the camaraderie between the bands. My Chem was huge, having just released The Black Parade, but they welcomed the smaller band with open arms. (YN) appreciated the time she got to spend hanging out with these incredible musicians backstage and in the busses between shows.

That's where (YN) met Frank. She knew she was a sucker for a guy with tattoos that could play guitar, but when she saw him perform live for the first time, it was like she had been struck by lightning. What she didn't know was that Frank was putting even more into his performance because he was hoping that she would notice him.

He saw (YN) at the first tour meeting and was instantly interested. He could tell by the way she was taking notes and asking questions that she was smart in addition to being pretty. When he saw the merch Garden of Woe was selling, he was impressed by how cool it was, and then even more impressed to hear (YN) designed it. He knew he had to get her attention somehow.

The next day when they arrived for the second show of the tour, Frank finally worked up the nerve to go talk to her. He found her during a quiet moment while Garden of Woe was doing their sound check, and she was organizing their dressing room.

“Hi,” he said, causing her to almost jump out of her skin.

“Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me!” (YN) exclaimed, clutching her chest. “Sorry, hi Frank, what can I help you with?”

“Sorry,” he laughed nervously. “I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe grab a drink or something some time between shows.”

“Oh! Yea, that would be really cool, I'd love to,” she smiled.

“Then it’s a date,” he said running his hand through his hair.

“It’s a date,” she replied, smile growing even larger.

~

Frank had never fallen so hard or so fast for a girl before. He felt like he could open up to her and be honest in ways he never had with someone before. Luckily for him, the feeling was mutual.

(YN) found that Frank was more than tattoos and amazing guitar playing; he was caring and kind. From the way he nervously took her hand when they were walking back to the busses after their first date, to the way he tenderly caressed her cheek before leaning in and kissing her for the first time, to the way his hands held her close on the nights he snuck onto the Garden of Woe bus, and the first time they slept together in a hotel room with a view of the Rocky Mountains, he was everything to her.

They spent time hanging out with their friends, cracking jokes, and having fun, but when they were alone, they were making quiet promises to each other. They both had damage, bad past relationships, shitty experiences, but they were putting all that behind them to be something better together.

(YN) opened her eyes in a hotel room somewhere in Arizona, or maybe New Mexico, it was a blur at this point, and found Frank smiling softly at her. He had paid Ray $20 to avoid the room for a few hours so they could have some privacy.

“Sorry I dozed off after we…,” she trailed off with a sleepy smile.

“Don’t worry, I love you so much, I'm happy just being near you,” Frank said. The words rolled off his tongue so easily he didn’t even realize what he had said.

“You love me?”

Frank’s cheeks grew red, knowing what he had let slip, but he decided to own it. “Yea, I really do. I hope its not too soon to say, but I feel like we could really last.”

(YN) grinned and then buried her face against his bare shoulder. “I love you too,” she replied when she finally looked up at him.

~

“(YN) don’t you have your own bus to ride on?” Bob asked when he spotted (YN) and Frank sitting together on the couch.

“Don’t you have your own business to mind?” Frank retorted.

“They don’t need me on the bus constantly. It’s not like I wipe their butts for them,” (YN) laughed.

“Hey guess what?” Ray said walking up to the front of the bus. “Jake is gonna come out for the show tonight! He said he’s got a couple people, we should get them passes so we can hang.”

“Sounds good to me,” Gerard agreed. “I haven’t seen him in years.”

“Wonder who he’s bringing?” Mikey asked.

“No idea,” Ray replied.

The rest of the ride to the venue was filled with the usual talk before the show. Both bands hurried inside and got settled into their dressing rooms.

(YN) had to run to grab some things for Garden of Woe, when she heard voices she didn’t recognize coming from the My Chem dressing room. She poked her head in and saw a couple of girls and a guy that she assumed to be Jake.

“Hey babe,” Frank said when he spotted her in the doorway, hurrying over and shutting the door behind him. “I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t know who Jake was bringing today, and I used to date one of those girls in there, Emily.”

“Oh,” (YN) was surprised. “Umm, why?”

Frank shrugged. “I dunno. But I wanna introduce you to Jake, he's awesome.”

“Sure,” (YN) replied, not entirely convinced she wanted to walk into that room.

Frank took her hand and gave her a smile before walking in with her. “Hey guys, this is (YN), (YN) this is Jake, Emily, and Becky.”

(YN) nodded and smiled while saying hello to them. “I'd love to stay and hang out but I gotta get this stuff to my band, I'll see you later,” she said turning to Frank as he leaned in and gave her a kiss before leaving with a wave to everyone.

The band and their friends went back to socializing, but Frank felt like he had eyes on him. After ignoring the feeling as long as he could, he glanced up and noticed Emily was looking at him, and then getting up and coming over to him.

“Frank, why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend?”

“Because I don’t tell you anything,” he replied, annoyed.

“She's cute. I want to be happy for you, but I can’t. I want to smile but I can’t."

“That's your problem,” Frank muttered.

“Is it?” Emily asked.

~

(YN) sighed as she carried the box of merch Garden of Woe signed back to the merch booth at the front of the venue. As she hurried down the hall, she realized she was approaching the dressing room where Frank was hanging out. She slowed down, planning to wave at Frank, or whoever’s eye she could catch.

But what she saw made her gasp and in a moment her heart broke in two. She adjusted her grip on the box and started running down the hall, hoping no one would see her crying.

~

Frank had dumped Emily years before. She was clingy and not a very interesting person. He knew his friends were still friends with her, but he was annoyed that they agreed to bring her along to the show.

He had been dismissing everything she said, but he could still feel her eyes on him. Frank turned to look at her, eyes narrowed, ready to tell her to get lost once and for all, when suddenly she was coming at him, grabbing his face and pulling his lips to hers.

Frank panicked and pushed back at Emily. “What the fuck was that?!” He snapped, jumping up.

“Just taking back what’s mine,” she replied coyly.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” he muttered before leaving the room.

~

(YN) dropped off the box then hurried back down the hall. She had to get out of there, hide, leave, something. She glanced up and saw Ray coming her way. She looked down again, hoping he didn’t notice her.

"Please don't see me crying," (YN) muttered, wiping furiously at the tears streaking down her cheeks as she sniffled.

"Oh shit, (YN) are you ok?" Ray asked once he got close enough to see her face.

"Yea, no, I'm fucking fantastic," (YN) said rolling her eyes.

"What happened?" Ray asked pulling her in for a hug.

"I don't want to create problems with your band."

"Wait, did one of the guys do something to you? Was it Bob? One of the roadies?"

"No," she sniffled and weighed what she was about to say in her mind but decided to come out with it. "I saw Frank kissing Emily."

Ray's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "No, that isn't right. He is crazy about you! There's no way he would just throw that all away on her! He dumped her!"

(YN) shrugged. "I saw what I saw. I just wanna get back to work tonight, and then I'm gonna catch the next flight home tomorrow. I'll just tell them I had a family emergency." With that, she hurried into the Garden of Woe dressing room, where she hid the rest of the night.

~

The next afternoon when the tour rolled into town, (YN) stood outside the arena waiting for the taxi she called to come pick her up, her bag at her feet. She warily looked at the darkening clouds above her and thought how well they matched her mood: utterly heartbroken. No one questioned her family emergency story until word finally reached Frank.

"That's bullshit," Frank muttered when he heard (YN) was leaving. He had been riddled with guilt since Emily kissed him, and he had a feeling the reason (YN) was leaving was related. She had been avoiding him and he couldn't think of any other reason why she would. He immediately started asking around if anyone knew where (YN) was until one of the roadies said he saw her heading toward the side of the arena, behind the busses.

Frank ran outside, first checking the busses, before hurrying outside the back fence surrounding the arena property. Then he spotted her, shoulders slouched in defeat, picking at her nails absentmindedly, waiting for her ride.

"(YN)!" He called and she looked up. Even from a distance he could see the tears in her eyes. "Why didn’t you tell me you had a family emergency?" He asked as he ran up.

"It’s no one's business but mine," she replied coldly.

"(YN), don't lie," he replied, calling her bluff.

"You first," she snapped back.

Frank let his head hang, running his hand through his hair. "I know what you said about being cheated on before, but it wasn't what it looked like. Emily caught me off guard. She kissed me and I pushed her off! I didn't kiss her back! Please (YN), I was going to tell you, but you've been avoiding me, and now you're trying to leave," he said dejectedly.

"I'm not trying to leave Frank, I am leaving." As if on cue, the dark clouds overhead opened up and a cold rain started to fall on the pair.

"(YN), don't go," Frank pleaded. "We can go talk inside."

"I don't want to talk to you Frank!" She shouted back. "We were gonna be something, we were gonna last! Now I just want to hate you!"

"(YN) don't say that," Frank's voice cracked and he was thankful for the rain, hiding the tears now streaming down his face as well.

Seeing Frank breaking down put a crack into the ice that had surrounded her heart. "Tell me you know what's it's like to have a broken heart."

"I do now," he replied, looking up at her. "I want you to stay, but if you can't, just know I'm so sorry that you had to see that, that it even happened. And that I'll still love you."

With that Frank turned and went back into the arena. He pulled off his wet t shirt and pulled on a sweatshirt but left the hood up so no one could see his face. Everyone knew something was wrong And they expected him to be sad (YN) was leaving, but the level of sulking was unexpected.

"Hey, you ok?" Gerard asked after they were done.

"Leave me alone," Frank grumbled as he pushed past him and stalked to the dressing room.

"Hey, Frank," he didn't stop when he heard Liam calling behind him. "Frank!"

"What?" He barked at the singer when he finally turned around.

"You know (YN) is like a sister to me, so I checked in with her family to see if there is anything I could do to help with the emergency, and they didn't even know she was coming home. So what did you do to her?"

"Fuck you," Frank snapped back, shoving Liam. "I didn't even do anything and now the best person in my fucking life is gone!"

Frank stormed past Liam and out of the arena. He ran back to the spot where (YN) had been waiting, but it was empty. He slowly walked back to the bus, not even caring that his sweatshirt was getting soaked. All he wanted was to get some peace and quiet in his bunk before he'd get called on stage. He didn't want to perform. He didn't want to be in front of a crowd. He wanted (YN) here for him to wrap his arms around, to hold close, to tell her how much he loves her. He walked up the stairs into the bus and pushed back the hood on his sweatshirt and noticed a light was on. He groaned internally and looked up to see who was invading his so badly needed privacy.

"(YN)," he gasped.

"I don't want to go, I don't want to hate you. I want to tell you how much I love you, even if it hurts," she said, her voice cracking. “I just hated so badly the idea of you leaving me that I just decided to leave first,” she said wiping away another tear.

"I never want to hurt you ever again," he replied just as quietly, as if speaking louder than a whisper would cause something to break. “I love you more than anything.”

Frank took a step toward her and tentatively reached out his hand, taking hers. When she didn’t pull away, he took another step toward her and she wrapped her arms around him, sobs shuddering through her body as he held her close.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry,” he kept whispering as he pressed kisses against her wet hair. He couldn’t help the tears that were falling from his own eyes.

Soon (YN)’s sobs began to quiet, and she pulled back to look up at Frank. “This has been like the worst 24 hours of my life,” she said with a sad laugh.

“Me too,” he replied. “But you’re gonna stay, right? We're gonna figure it out?”

“Yea, I wanna be right here,” she answered before looking up at him. Words failing him, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers and held her tight.

[soldierkiara]

 “Commander Reyes.”

 “..Gabe. Please. Open the door.”

There was no response, only the soft pounding of the rain on the roof of the base. Jack knocked once again, begging Gabriel to open the door.

Gabe didn't hear him. He was lost in thought. Lost in his worst memory.

He told you to stay home. The mission would be dangerous, and you were already injured. You were to stay in the Medical Ward with Moira until you fully recovered.

You were inside the building that Talon had blown up. Both you and Gerard were critically injured; no one was sure you were going to make it. Your health had fluctuated so drastically while you were under Moira's care. Not even Moira was able to predict if you were going to make it.

Gabe went to visit you the day before the mission to kidnap Antonio was to take place. He had kissed your forehead and sat at your bedside for as long as he could. He promised he would be back soon and that son of a bitch would pay for what he had done to you and to your family.

You insisted that you wanted to go. Your voice was weak, and talking too much caused you to cough violently, often to the point of coughing blood. You were recovering, albeit slowly. Gabriel scolded you gently, often laying you back into bed and promising that you could go on the next mission. You weren't satisfied, but you pouted and nodded.

Gabe kissed you one last time before he stood, shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it over you. “You looked cold. I know these blankets aren't the best. Remind me when I get back to order some better ones.”

“What about me, Commander?” Gerard's voice was pouty as he made a face at Gabriel. “I'm cold too, you know. Do I get your jacket too?”

“Freeze.” Gabe said, shrugging. He wasn't able to hide his grin, and neither was Gerard.

“Be safe, Gabe.” You murmured, watching him. “Don't do anything rash, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too, babe. I'll see you when I get back.” You watched him go. You noticed the way his shoulders sagged as he closed the door, thinking you weren't able to see him.

But you could.

Later that night, you managed to sneak out when no one was awake. The only person you had to worry about was Genji, but he was on the mission with Gabriel. Moira was also gone, which left no one in the medical bay for the night. Angela would be back in the morning to check on the two of you, but that was hours away. You suited up, wincing slightly. Your wounds still ached, but you were determined to make Gabe's life easier, even by just a little bit.

No one noticed as you boarded one of the ships. No one stopped you as you took off into the night.

The base was frantic the day after you had disappeared; it was Ana who pointed out the missing ship, and it was Angela who cursed your name to the high heavens. You had overheard Ana and Jack talking about a Talon base operating out of Egypt, and how it would be useful to take it down. You decided to go take it down yourself, in a moment of feverish haze. Once your mind was set, there was no changing it. You didn't mention your plans to anyone, of course.

By the time Jack was able to have the ship tracked, Gabriel was just getting back from his mission. Jack was pissed, of course, but he knew Gabe was about to feel the same rage that he was feeling when he learned that you were gone.

No one told him at first.

He immediately went to see you. He was surprised that no one was bustling down the halls as usual. There was no chatter between you and Gerard, who was now all but fully recovered.

He pushed open the doors, and was shocked to see your bed empty.

He went to Jack's office, pausing outside the door.

“What are we going to tell him? You know how Gabriel can be-”

“How can I be?” He asked as he walked through the doors, Angela jumping slightly. He crossed his arms and stared around the room. He glanced at the screen, a small, pulsing red dot flashing on the screen. He watched the dot, taking in the map.

“Are you sending us to Egypt? Haven't we pissed off enough countries recently?”

Jack hesitated. “Gabe.. Sit down.”

“Why?” Gabe countered, instantly on the defence. He didn't see that look on Jack often; only when there was bad news that he didn't want to share.

“Y/N.. disappeared the other night.” He started. “We think they took one of the ships to Egypt, though we don't know why.”

“You lost them?” He growled, voice low. “How could you lose them? They were bedridden! Unless they went when they were better?”

No one responded.

“How the FUCK do you lose someone who can barely walk?! How could you not notice them get on a ship and fly away?!” He yelled, slamming his hands on the desk. Angela sniffled slightly, wiping her eyes.

“You fucking people.” He snarled, storming out the door. He boarded a plane and flew to Egypt as fast as he could.

When he got to the base's location, he could not believe what he saw.

The whole place was ablaze, guards strewn around the property. As far as he could tell, all of them were dead.

He searched the property frantically, shooting anyone who was left to oppose him. His rage burned hotter than the fire from the building, growing hotter and hotter every second he couldn't find you.

It took him ten minutes to find you.

You had managed to crawl a little way away from the burning building, eventually collapsing in the sand. Blood soaked the sand around you, your weapon strewn a little ways away. Each breath you took rattled in your chest, blood streaming from the corner of your mouth. Part of your clothes were singed, your skin burned underneath.

Gabriel collapsed at your side, carefully pulling your body against his.

You coughed, giving him a weak smile. “H-i, Gabey..” You murmured, managing to lift your hand to brush away the tears that slipped down his cheeks.

“What the fuck were you thinking, y/n?” He choked, holding you close against his chest. “You.. You fucking idiot.”

“I love you t-too.” You laughed a little, wincing from the pain. You had been shot so many times that you had lost count, and you hadn't made it quite far enough from the explosion to escape it. “I-I knew how h-ard you had been w-working lately.. I just wan-ted to take s-some pressure off of y-you..” You explained, frowning as you watched him. “I thought.. taking d-down this base would h-elp you..”

He laughed a little, a hysterical laugh with no humour in it. “Babe, you're going to die. I can't.. I can't help you.”

“I won't.. I won't..die..” You promised, but you were already slipping. “B-esides.. If I.. do.. At least..Talon is coming w-with me.”

Gabe leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, his tears dripping onto your cheeks. “I love you, y/n. Please don't leave me. You're the only thing I have in this world.”

“Gabe..” You murmured. “Did you.. fuck them up?” You managed, closing your eyes.

“Yeah baby. I fucked them up real good.”

“I-I'm p-proud of you, Gabe.” You breathed, relaxing in his arms.

Gabriel let out a heart wrenching scream, his sobs lost to the wind that was starting to blow.

He stayed there, cradling your body for almost half an hour before managing to stand and get back on the ship. He brought your body with him, promising to bury you back home where you belonged.

He hadn't spoken to anyone since that day. He refused to speak to Jack, to listen to Angela's apologies, to hear Ana's condolences. He shut himself in his office, attempting to drown himself in paperwork. No one had seen him in the five days since your death.

As far as he was concerned, he didn't exist any more. The one thing keeping him tied to the Earth was gone.

And so was Gabriel Reyes.

[bxcketbarnes]

This Is War

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3077

Author’s Note: I’m kinda cruel in this fic, but it’ll all work out in the end! This is for @mf-despair-queen since I skipped classes today, so here you go babe! She also proofread this for me. She’s great. Salt of the earth!

Lydia was shoving me into my car, throwing my bag into the backseat as I attempted to get out of the driver’s seat when she slammed the door. “Lydia, I’m not following. Why are you trying to make me leave?” I asked and she sighed, running a hand through her strawberry blonde hair. I rolled down the car window so she could speak to me clearly, since I can’t exactly get out of the car.

“Y/N… You just need to go, for your own safety, okay?” She told me and I narrowed my eyes at her, not doing anything until she explains further. “Fine, you know that the faceless creature that we’ve seen?” Lydia asked and I nodded my head, signaling her to continue. “Well, it’s called the anuk-ite and it spreads fear. The fear has spread to almost about everyone here and with the shit Gerard and his puppet, Monroe, are pulling, everyone’s out to get the supernatural creatures. This means you’re not safe with us,” She explained and the color had drained from my face.

 “W-Well, I-I can’t just leave you guys here to die. I want to help,” I pleaded, placing both my hands against the car.

 “No, you need to go. Stiles would kill me if something happened to you,” She muttered and I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion. Why would he… huh?

 “Wait… what do you mean Stiles would kill you? I didn’t even get to say goodbye to him, so I don’t understand why he would want to have you take care of me,” I rambled, moving my hands around as she tilted her head to the side, looking at me like I was stupid or something. “I’m not leaving,” I muttered.

 Lydia sighed, slapping her hand against her thigh, muttering incoherently. I grabbed my bag from the back seat, stepping out of the car after rolling my window up, standing in front of her. “If you’re going to stay here, you at least need to stay somewhere safe. C’mon, we’re meeting up at Scott’s house.”

 I nodded, getting into her car and she begins to drive towards the McCall house, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. The both of us sat in silence, my mind going back to what she said about Stiles. I glance down at my phone, going into my photo album, seeing selfies of us a few weeks before he left, still a little angry that he had left without even saying goodbye to me. I was his best friend…

 Once Lydia pulled up to the house, the two of us got out of the car, walking into the house as Scott, Malia, Liam, Theo, Melissa, Mason, and Chris were there standing in the dining area. They were devising a plan when we walked in, Scott’s eyes turning towards us, widening when he sees me standing with her.

 “Lydia, I told you that she needed to get the hell out of this town.” He walked towards us and as she was about to say something, I cut her off.

 “I’m not leaving my friends here to die,” I growled, narrowing my eyes at him angrily. “I don’t care if she needs to take care of me because Stiles told her to, but I’m not going anywhere. So, what’s the plan?” I asked.

 Scott ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath. He walked back towards Malia and she rubbed his arm softly, almost lovingly. Just before Scott was about to tell us, the sound of gunshots rang throughout the room, bullets flying everywhere as Chris had grabbed Melissa, pulling her to the floor.

 My heartbeat sped up, my hands shaking as I felt pain piercing through my body, looking down at the blood that began flowing from my side. Lydia gasped, pulling me down to the floor, putting pressure against the wound. I tried to sputter out words, my body becoming cold as the gunfire ceased.

 “Hey, hey. Keep your eyes open,” Lydia commented and I glanced towards her, my bloody hand grabbing onto her arm. Tears were streaming down her face as Scott crawled towards his mother, who was also bleeding out.

 Malia dialed 911, requesting an ambulance since two of us were hurt. I let out a breath, trying to breathe as my eyes became a little heavy.

 “If I don't make it…” I started, but Lydia cut me off.

 “Shut up. You're going to be fine. You'll be fine,” She muttered mostly to herself, glancing back at Malia. Malia ran over, taking my hand in hers as she took some of my pain, making me gasp a bit.

 “J-Just listen. If I don't make it, can someone tell Stiles,” I coughed, taking a deep before continuing, “tell him that I've always loved him,” I cried, sniffling slightly.

 “You can tell him yourself. You're going to be fine,” Malia mentioned and I nodded my head, believing her for a second. My eyes began to droop, growing tired as the two of them had yelled at me to stay awake, but end up being enveloped with darkness.

 I had woken up a couple days later in a hospital bed. I groaned when I attempted to sit up, looking around as I noticed no one sitting with me. I remember the time I was attacked by the Dread Doctors and woke up to Stiles sleeping in the chair next to me, his hand enveloped in mine. I smile at the memory, but suddenly feel sad at how much I miss my spastic friend.

 The door had opened and Lydia walked in, jumping a bit as she saw me awake. “You're finally awake,” She grinned at me, sitting down in the chair next to me.

 “How long was I out for?” I asked, wincing as I adjusted myself.

 “A couple days, and let me tell you, things around here have gotten a lot worse,” Lydia muttered, playing with the ends of her sweater.

 “How?” I asked, getting more nervous for my friends.

 “Well, we've gone into hiding,” she put air quotes around the word hiding and I nodded, glancing towards the window, noticing a nurse walking by, her eyes trained on Lydia. “Scott and Malia have gone to Deucalion for help, because we’re going to end up fighting these people.” Lydia sighed, running a hand through her hair, shifting it. “It's why I wanted you to leave, so this wouldn't happen,” She frowned.

 “It's not your fault. I told you I was staying. Have you guys told Stiles what happened?” I asked, knowing he'd be worried sick that his best friend’s, basically his brother, house was shot up. Lydia pressed her lips together, shaking her head no. “Oh my god. Please tell me you're kidding,” I muttered.

 She shook her head once more, leaning back in the chair. “You know what happened last time. We almost lost him. And if it wasn't for you, we couldn't have gotten him back,” Lydia mumbled and I looked down, remembering when he was taken by the Ghost Riders.

 “I still don't even know how I managed to open the rift,” I whispered, picking at my nails.

 “Maybe because you're in love with him,” Lydia mentioned and my eyes widened, glancing over at her. My lips moved like a fish out of water, trying to come up with something to say. “Don't even deny it, Y/N. I can see the way you look at him.”

 “Yeah, well, it doesn't matter. He doesn't even like me that way,” I murmur, biting my bottom lip.

 “You don't know that. But what I do know is that we need to get you out of here as quick as possible.” She mentioned, glancing around at the people outside my room.

 “Lydia, I don't think I can go anywhere quite yet. I'm still healing.”

 Lydia had left about an hour ago and I sat in the hospital bed, twirling my phone around in my hands, wondering if I should call Stiles. Fuck it. I opened up my contacts, clicking on his name before pressing the phone against my ear.

 “Hello? Y/N?” Stiles’ voice came through the other end, making my heart flutter.

 “Stiles, hi,” I smiled, glad to hear his voice again. “Um, how’s Virginia?” I asked, my fingers toying with the hospital gown.

 “Hey, you. It's going good. It's great here! How's everything there?” He asked me and I looked out the small window into the hallway, noticing police officers patrolling. I can't tell him… he's so happy.

 “Y-Yeah, everything's great here. Not the same without you, though,” I laughed, my heart breaking as I heard his deep chuckle. “I wish you were here,” I muttered lowly.

 “Did you say something?” He asked and I shook my head before realizing he can't see me.

 “Um, n-no. I should let you go. You're probably busy and stuff…” I frowned, tears pooling in my eyes.

 “Yeah. I'm on my way to class, but I'll text you later. Uh, I-I miss you. All of you,” Stiles mentioned and I smiled at my hand that's settling on my lap.

 “I miss you too. Everyone does,” I added, sniffing quietly. The both of us said goodbye before hanging up, tears streaming down my cheeks. I love you.

 I was finally released from the hospital two days later and I couldn’t be anymore happy to get out of that hell hole. Apparently Melissa was in a worst condition than I was in and it increased Scott’s drive to fight these assholes. No one also knows that I had called Stiles, because someone might smack me for doing so, claiming that they want to keep him safe.

 Lydia and I were at the school trying to find Liam and Scott since the anuk-ite just had conjoined with it’s other half, which is a lot more dangerous than two kids being filled with spiders spreading fear when people are near them. The four of us stood over two bodies that were turned to stone and my heartbeat starting beating at an irregular pace, my anxiety and panic peaking.

 “H-How the hell are we going to stop this?” I asked the three of them, glancing between them as no one had answered me at first.

 “We fight it blind,” Scott muttered and my eyebrows raised.

 “And how the hell would we fight it blind, Scott?” I asked, crossing my arms a bit. He glanced over at me, muttering how I’m just like Stiles and my heart drops a bit.

 “That’s why Malia and I are going to see Deucalion again,” He muttered before leaving, taking his phone out.

 Lydia tried to stop him, but didn’t succeed. Letting out a breath next to me, looking extremely nervous. “C’mon, let’s get out of here,” She muttered, grabbing my arm. It’s been a few hours since Scott left and Lydia has not stop pacing, muttering to herself incoherently as she chewed on her bottom lip.

 “Lydia, what’s the matter?” I asked and she brushed me off, running out the door. I groaned, running after her, quickly getting into her car before she takes off without me. I don’t say anything as she drives, noticing that we’re heading towards Scott’s house. I gripped my phone, glancing down at the picture of Stiles and I as my screensaver. I sighed, dropping my head, running a hand through my hair.

 “We should call Stiles…” I told her and she glared at me, shaking her head. “Alright, nevermind then.” I shut my mouth, pinching the bridge of my nose.

 Once we got to Scott’s house, we ran into Peter, who was also looking for Scott. Lydia explained that we basically all die, turned to stone and I stumbled on my feet, knocking something over on the kitchen counter, breathing heavily.

 “What’s wrong with her?” Peter bluntly asked as I sat on the floor, leaning against the cabinet as Lydia crouched in front of me.

 “She’s having a panic attack. Hey, Y/N, look at me,” She whispered and my eyes glanced towards hers, my erratic breaths becoming worse.

 “L-Ly-Lydia, I don’t, I don’t wanna die,” I cried, tears pooling my eyes as I could feel my hands shaking. She placed her hands over mine, giving me a small smile.

 “I know and we’re not going to let that happen, okay?” She reassured me and I nodded, trying to take deep breaths, closing my eyes, focusing on her voice.

 “Everything’s going to be alright,” Stiles’ voice played through my mind, my heartbeat calming slightly. “I got you,” He whispered, feeling his rough fingertips rubbing against my cheekbone.

 I opened my eyes once I began to calm down, leaning my head against the wooden cabinet behind me. Lydia helped me back up, giving me a tight bear hug, muttering that we were going to be fine.

 “Alright, we need to go find Scott,” She muttered, the three of us leaving his house.

 We arrived at a dock type area where there were steel shipping containers everywhere, seeing Scott and Malia fighting Deucalion. “Scott!” Lydia called out.

 The three of them glanced over at us as we ran up to them, breathing a little heavy, except for Peter anyway. As Lydia was about to tell him something, gunshots rang out for the second time in a few weeks, instantly taking cover behind a pillar as Deucalion was shot at least twenty times. I closed my eyes, hitting my head lightly against the concrete pillar, taking deep breaths as Lydia’s hand was clasped with mine. The rest of us hid until the shooting stopped as Deucalion rested his back against one of the pillars, blood dripping from his mouth. The hunter’s started to come closer, one showing up to our left, pointing his assault rifle at us before a baby-blue jeep had hit him, sending him flying. The four of us glanced over at the jeep, Stiles popping his head out the window.

 “You didn’t think you’d do this without me, did ya?” He grinned, Derek popping up next to the jeep.

 “Without us?” Derek roared, his eyes turning blue as he attacked some of the hunters. I let out a laugh, so glad to see Stiles as he ran over to us. The shooting had stopped completely, hunter’s retreating as we could hear their vehicles spin their tires, making them squeal as they sped away.

 I ran over to Stiles, wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as he let out a breath, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. Once we pulled away, he looked at all of us, an angry and shocked look on his face. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me anything about this,” He muttered, glancing at me. “When we talked on the phone, you couldn’t have like, told me about it?”

 I looked away from him as the others glanced at me, eyebrows risen. “When did you call him?” Scott asked and I scratched the back of my neck, muttering incoherently. “I’m sorry? I didn’t quite get what you said.”

 “I called him when I was in the hospital,” I told them, hearing Stiles whisper “oh my god.”

 “Y-You were in the hospital when you called me? Jesus Christ, wh-what? Why?” Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose, his other hand propped against his hip.

 “Um, I was shot,” I muttered, looking to the ground, my skin growing warm. Stiles grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the rest of the group, pushing me up against the jeep. He sighed, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear.

 “Why didn’t you tell me any of this when we were on the phone?” He asked me again, seeing that the others around made me to nervous to tell the truth.

 “Y-You sounded so happy that you were at school and I didn’t want you to worry about us,” I muttered, my hands gripping his forearms. “I’m sorry, Stiles. I wanted them to call you, I really did. But they said they had good reasons to keep you out of the loop. You’re literally the only reason why I’m still alive.”

 Stiles’ eyes softened, his thumb rubbing my cheek as he peeked over the jeep, noticing our friends’ eyes on us. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” He whispered, placing his forehead against mine.

 My heart swelled, gripping his arms as tears pooled my eyes once more. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to him.

 “It’s okay. It’s okay. All that matters is that everyone’s okay,” He whispered and I glanced up at him, his eyes already on mine. “I love you…”

 My breath hitched in my throat, gripping his flannel as my heartbeat sped up, pounding against my my ribcage. “Y-You do?” I asked and he nodded his head, smiling softly at me. “God, I love you too, Stiles,” I muttered, smiling a bit as he let out a small laugh.

 “Oh thank god. That would’ve been awkward otherwise,” Stiles chuckled and I took my bottom lip between my teeth, trailing my hands up his chest. “Is it alright if I kiss you?” He asked me and I gave him a knowing look that said, “are you kidding me? Is that really a question?”

 “Seriously? Yes, kiss me,” I whispered and he tilted his head to the side, closing the gap between us as I finally felt his soft lips against mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers running through his baby hairs on his neck, kissing him back.

 His fingers gripped my waist, ultimately pulling me closer to him as he dragged his lips against mine, heavily breathing out his nose. Stiles pulled away for a second, the smile on my face as wide as it’s ever been, my forehead leaning against the bridge of his nose. He connected our lips once more, one of his hands rubbing up my back before resting against my cheek. We had opened our mouths, letting our tongues dance with each other as our noses were smushed together.

 “Alright, love birds,” Peter called out and we pulled away. I closed my eyes, silently cursing him for ruining the moment.

 “We have a war to fight. Then, after that’s done and over with, you’re coming back with me to Virginia,” Stiles muttered against my lips, leading me back towards the group.

 Bring it on, bitches.

[prettyoddfiction]

Brat

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Gerard Way

Request: Yeah buddy || Would you ever write something about Gerard way? if so can i request a punk/Desolation Row!Gerard who saw some guys flirting with you and takes you home for some kinky sex? (w a daddy kink please?)

Warnings: NSFW || smut, cursing, spanking, daddy kink, unprotected sex.

Masterlist: Here

I know the request said kinky but I’ve been doing a lot of kinky stuff lately and tbh I’m running out of kinks to use and I don’t wanna keep using the same ones over and over unless they are specifically requested lmao. Anyway, I love G more than words can describe and I’m major MCR trash so this was fun woo. Also, I’m not condoning unsafe sex, but they are married in this and might start a family wink wink. Enjoy babes. xx

The club you were at was boring so to speak. The music sucked, the lights were too bright, and every two seconds there was another drunk asshole trying to get into your pants. But it wasn’t even that, that was bothering you. It was that your husband Gerard wasn’t doing anything to stop it. It was almost like he didn’t notice, or worse, didn’t care. He was simply sitting at the bar  a couple seats down from you with Mikey, talking about God knows what. 

You sighed to yourself and crossed your legs as you ordered a third drink. That was when it happened. Some blonde Ken-doll-wannabe came up to you and smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist and tucking his face into the crook of your neck, drunkenly mumbling. 

“You look so good sitting here. But you’d look even better under me in my bed.”

As if the stupid pick up line wasn’t disgusting enough, the obvious scent of alcohol on his breath made you get a sort of pinched face as you pushed him off of you. 

“Sorry, but she’ll be a bit busy tonight.” A familiar voice spoke up. You hadn’t even noticed that Gerard had arrived in front of you. The look on his face was a mix of anger, jealousy, and something else, but you couldn’t really tell what yet. All you knew was that you were just as angry as he appeared to be, but for your own reasons.

“Says who?” The blonde asked, smirking at your husband who responded by lifting your left hand and holding it next to his.

“Says the wedding bands on our fingers.” He stated, pulling you with him, immediately heading towards the door of the club, pushing through the crowd of people but not letting go of your hand the entire time. As the both of you finally exited the club and headed to his car, he spoke up again. “I can’t believe you Y/N. Letting him touch you like that… Right in front of me too, as if it wasn’t already bad enough.” At his words you yanked your arm away from him. 

“You’re not serious, right? Tell me right now, you are not being serious.” you stated, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at him. “Letting him touch me? You don’t really think I wanted that? Jesus G, you’re such an asshole! I was being fondled and touched by about fifty men throughout the night and you didn’t even notice. Any time I tried to get your attention, you brushed me off and went back to talking to your brother.”

“Well I’m sorry if I never get to see my brother and I wanted to talk to him for a bit,” he snapped back. “God you can be such a fuckin brat some times.”

“A brat? Really? I’m the brat?” You scoffed, walking past the car to head home. You knew he would get mad at you for this and at this point, you didn’t care. “You drive, I need to cool off. I’ll see you at home.”

“Get in the car.”

“No thanks. I’ll walk.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t asking. I was telling. Get in the fucking car.” He stated, his voice lower than usual. Something about his tone of voice was… not scary, but intense. It was something cold like ice, but at the same time it was warm like hot coco. Without another word you slowly strode to the passenger side of the vehicle and got into the front seat. He got in the drivers seat and headed home. The radio was off for some reason, and left you guys driving in complete silence. But this silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was slightly exciting. 

Once he had pulled into the driveway you both got out and went inside. As you took off your jacket and draped it over the edge of the couch, Gerard’s hands cupped your ass. He came to stand right behind you and his lips traced your shoulder right by your ear. 

“You have two minutes to get in that bedroom and get undressed for daddy. Understand?” He mumbled, nipping your shoulder gently. You nodded as he squeezed your ass gently and then smacked it, letting you go to the bedroom. He peeled off his own jacket and hung it in the hall closet, putting yours there too. After he took off his boots, he walked to your guys’ shared bedroom and smirked, watching you drop the last piece of clothing you had on, your bra, to the floor. He set his shoes down and pulled his shirt over his head before walking over and smacking your ass again, causing you to jump slightly for two reasons. The first reason being you were not expecting it, the second being the stinging it left, but then the pleasure underneath that. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you heard G shuffling slightly, probably removing the rest of his clothes.

“H-Hi” you stuttered, slightly nervous, but also immensely excited and turned on. He stepped past you  and sat on the edge of your king sized bed, patting his lap. When he did, you noticed he had only removed his socks and was now sitting in black jeans.

“C’mere and lay down, pumpkin…” he instructed. You swallowed the lump in your throat and did as told, laying across his lap, your ass in the air. “You know that only I am allowed to touch you like that.” You let out a yelp when his hand smacked your left ass cheek and then soothingly rubbed it. “Only I get to kiss your neck and hold your waist.” Another smack, but this time on the right cheek. “Do I make myself clear?” Another on the left.

“Yes, Gerard.” 

His hand met the flesh of your ass again, but this time back to the right. “Hmm?” 

“Yes, daddy.” you corrected yourself. He nodded and rubbed your back side gently.

“Baby, you’re dripping for daddy.” He remarked, running a finger between your folds and bringing it to his lips, sucking your sweet taste into his mouth. You whimpered and tried to push your hips back towards where his hand had previously been, hoping he would get the message. “No no no. You’re not gonna ride my fingers, pumpkin. You can ride my dick instead. Help me out of my jeans will ya?” He smirked, loving the fact that he had this kind of control of you. 

You nodded and quickly got off his lap, dropping to your knees so you could be eye level with his groin and undid the button and zipper on his jeans before he raised his hips up just enough for you to tug his jeans down his legs. His erection was straining against his boxers and you bit your lip, easily able to see the outline of his dick. Once you had pulled off his jeans, you did the same to his boxers. He let out a quiet hiss as the cold air in the room hit his dick.

“Get up here.” He mumbled. You didn’t waist time getting up and straddling his lap, feeling his hard on brush your thigh, which had your arousal slipping down it. He bit his lip before cupping your cheeks and pulling you in for a deep kiss. You moaned against his lips and cupped his face, holding him close as his hands went to your hips and lifted you slightly, slowly setting you back down on his dick. You gasped at the sudden fullness and took a moment to adjust to the feeling, which he nodded at. Seconds ticked by, but they felt like eons to Gerard. He groaned quietly and started sucking on your collar bone, trying to get his point across. You smirked to yourself, still a little pissed off at his actions from earlier, and remained still for a few extra seconds. 

“Babygirl if you don’t move I swear-”

“Oh shut up you brat.” You cut him off with a sloppy, heated kiss before you began to rock your hips. He moaned at the sudden movement and you felt his fingers dig into your hips gently. You whimpered at the feeling and began to rock your hips harder against his. “F-Fuck” you groaned as Gerard went back to sucking on your collar bone, for sure leaving a dark purple mark in it’s place.

Apparently you weren’t moving the way Gerard wanted you, so he used his hands that were still on your hips to move you a little bit faster. Your movements went deeper and you felt him stretching your walls. Even after being married for two years and definitely not avoiding any intimate moments, aka fucking all the time, you weren’t exactly use to his size. 

The two of you panted, moaned, and groaned as you felt your stomach tightening. “Ger- Daddy… I’m so close.” 

“Let it go, pumpkin, let it go.” He coaxed, his hips rubbing along your spine gently as he held your body close to his own. You bounced on his dick and finally felt the boil in your stomach spill over. You came, yelling your husbands name loudly. He held your body tightly to his as he moaned against your neck and released inside of you as well. A few moments slipped by and he laid back on the bed, pulling you to lay on his chest.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and you listened to his heartbeat begin to slow down. “I love you. Even though you are the most frustrating, bratty person in the world, I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Gerard. More than words can say.” 

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You wish (1/2)

Pairing: Frank Iero x [non-binary, afab] Reader Word counting: ~ 2 200 Genre: Enemies to lovers Summary: Reader is the only one who doesn't take Frank's shit, but all the bickering eventually turns into flirting.

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A sigh escapes my lips as I finish cleaning the last glass and put it under the counter along with the others before setting the cloth aside. It's going to be a busy night because, apparently, a band is going to play in the club tonight and that usually brings a lot of people in. On the other hand, at least Mikey is helping me today – let's hope he doesn't fuck up with anything, but if he does, it's Gerard's problem and not mine, after all.

"Hello," a guy greets as sitting down on one of the stools.

I raise an eyebrow at him, glancing at his clothes; white, with a hand drawn black symbol on the shirt. Probably someone from the staff considering we haven't opened yet. The club is empty apart from me, the cleanse people and the ones putting the stage up. "Hi."

"A beer, please." He presses his lips together into a smile, watching me moving to grab what he asked, pouring the drink into a glass before I set it in front of him and throw the can away. "Thank you..." It's clear he wants to know my name, but I don't say anything, carrying on with my job, and proceed to clean the empty area of the counter. He frowns. "What's your name? Nice to meet you, I'm Frank."

"I'm just the one in charge of the bar," I reply simply. Giving attention to everyone isn't something very wise to do and something I didn't learn easily; most of the idiots sitting around the bar will just insult me in the moment I reject them or say gross things, so talks certainly should be avoided. Even if it isn't from a customer.

"Aw, you're not funny!" His words don't sound genuine tho, the disappointment is hidden under certain amusement. "'Bet you don't have many clients while acting like that!"

Cool, just like predicted. To be honest, getting rid of this stain here is more interesting.

"Hi, hi," Mikey greets and I glance back to see him walking in with a smile, "oh, hey, Frank! Didn't know you'd be the one playing here tonight!" He moves to next to Frank leaning his side against the counter. I observe them for a brief moment – so Mikey knows the punk, huh?

"Yeah," Frank replies excitedly, "Gerard could help us with it, so..." He shrugs, smiling. "Didn't know you work here, either."

"I don't," Mikey chuckles. "I just help here once in a while."

"Laze around, you mean," I add, glaring at Mikey. He gasps, widening his eyes, but I speak up before he's able to say anything. "Not to mention that your last time here costed us two glasses, you butter fingers. Thank hell Gerard is the only one to be scolded!"

"C'mon, you know how difficult it is to handle these," he groans. "You're just being annoying."

"And rude," Frank adds under his breath. "'Won't talk with me."

Mikey raises an eyebrow at Frank before chuckling. "Not surprising. I wouldn't talk with you either if you showed up like that, even more knowing how you can be—"

"Stop, you're supposed to be helping me!"

"(Y/n) is just this way, c'mon!" Mikey shrugs. "And you're annoying. I bet they were just doing their work." He glares, moving to serve Frank a can of soda this time after he pushed his glass forward while muttering something. I can't help but to glance at them with an amused smirk, having fun in watching how Frank shoots me a bitter look and Mikey is being suspiciously nice today.

"Cut off the sweet talk, Mikey," I say as approaching them, putting the cloth away for real this time. "I'll love you more if you work more. And you." I turn to Frank. "Yeah, you're annoying."

While Mikey chuckles, a long and dramatic whine comes from Frank. "You just met me! You're the annoying one! And even rude!"

"I don't go around attacking people for free, Frank." I shrug, leaning back against the counter with a sigh. "And insulting me because I didn't do what you wanted me to? What are you, five?" I hold back a chuckle, rolling my eyes. Part of what I'm doing is because I am not going to take his shit, but it is also entertaining seeing how Frank can react.

As predicted, the night ends up being quite agitated, but Mikey and I do have a break during the concert since people focus more on the music instead of getting drinks, what gives us the opportunity to pay attention to it too. It's a bit difficult seeing them – LeATHERMOUTH, that's the name – because of the low stage and huge crowd, in a way most of what I can see resumes itself to Frank jumping around like crazy, though he sometimes disappears in what I presume to be kneeling on the ground and my suppositions he has any sanity left are erased when I see him with the cable wrapped around his head. Cool.

Frank returns after the show is over, asking for a drink and, once again, using that shitty attitude that I do not take.

Through the time, Frank's band makes more shows in the club and, if it wasn't for Mikey there – consequently –, I probably wouldn't be sharing any word with him again. He is annoying. It is literally impossible to talk to him for longer than five seconds without being attacked and receiving a rude remark, even if it turns into some kind of weird flirting through the time.

I suppress a sharp sigh when seeing Frank approaching after another show came to an end – even so, it's still early in the night and another band took over when they left the stage.

"G'night, what d'you want?" Pete, who is also working in the bar today – because Mikey couldn't make it due to something related to Electric Century, if I'm not wrong –, is free and approaches Frank in the moment he takes a seat on a stool across the counter. Thank hell, maybe I don't have to deal with the dumbass today.

"I actually want (y/n) to fix me a drink, thank you," Frank replies without any pity and I need to hold back a chuckle at Pete's reaction; Frank smirks a bit as meeting my gaze.

Throwing the Cosmopolitan in the glass, I push it towards the woman, finally moving towards Frank. "Hey, rat, good concert. Would've been better if you weren't there." I grin, leaning forward on the counter with my hands on the edge of it.

"Very funny!" He rolls his eyes, twisting his mouth a bit. "I bet watching me performing would be the best part of your night if it actually wasn't talking with me."

"You wish, you're always counting the seconds to come here annoy me," I breathe, shaking my head. "Anyways, what do you want?"

"I'm actually not up for much alcohol today..." Frank hums thoughtful as looking at all the drinks behind me while placing his elbow over the counter and resting his cheek against his palm. "I was going for a Manhattan, but fix me a Spritz instead."

"As you wish," I mutter while moving to grab the bottles I need then coming back to prepare the drink.

"So, Mikey isn't here today?" Frank asks and I slowly nod in response.

"Yeah," I reply after a moment, having been focused on getting the right quantity of each drink in a way it isn't too bitter or too boozy, just as he likes it, "apparently he had something else to do, so we fixed someone else." I mix everything before throwing it inside a glass with ice, adding a rosemary branch for the looks, and push it towards him. "I needed to endure you moaning your ass off on that stage all by myself, unfortunately."

Frank snorts as taking the drink, shaking his head to himself. "Shut up, you wish you were the one to be making me moan like that." He takes a sip of the drink and raises his eyebrows lightly, quickly taking another sip of it.

I roll my eyes, not worrying if my reaction is dramatic as I pretend to gag. "I actually wish I was the one wrapping the cable around your neck, y'know?"

"Aw, babe," Frank groans, looking up at me from under his eyelashes, "I'd love that."

The words set a silence between us for a moment, in which I glare at Frank with disbelief and he's got that fake innocent look on, batting his eyelashes while looking at me. His look gives me this weird feeling in my chest, but I look away before I can identify whether it's good or bad, cursing under my breath at the same time he starts laughing.

"You're terrible," I tell Frank, moving away once seeing a guy taking a seat.

"A Paloma, please," the guy asks and I nod, moving to do as asked.

"I'm the best, actually," Frank replies in his usual smug tone and I can't help but to laugh, sarcastically agreeing.

"Here." I hand the guy his drink, sighing as moving to take a few empty glasses away from the counter and hand it to Pete so he can go clean them.

"Thank you, baby." The guy winks at me and here we go again. I ignore him. "What's your name? You a cutie, aren't yah? When is your shift over? Maybe I could take you home," he insists, but his words just turn into a background noise that I try to ignore as moving to the back to put away the bottles I've used. "Oh, you gonna play it difficult? 'Bet you—"

"Can you please leave them alone?" Frank's voice cuts in and I need to glance back to make sure I'm not making things up and there is Frank, glaring at the guy. "C'mon, man, if they're not giving you attention, that's a no. Accept it nicely and don't make it obvious how frustrated with yourself you are."

"Who even do you think you are?" The guy retorts bitterly.

"I'm just—"

"Y'know what, I'm not coming here anymore," the guy grumbles to himself and just downs the drink before he stands up and disappears among the crowd. Frank and I share a confused look before shrugging.

"Thank you, I guess," I sigh as walking back to Frank, leaning on the counter with my forearms over it and we're about the same level. I observe him for a moment, thinking about what he did, and there's this feeling in my stomach again. Butterflies? No, no, no. Not for him. I try my best to not let him know about what's going in my mind, not looking away from him.

"Don't worry." He smirks and that's just Frank. He's always smug and convinced of himself, not afraid of saying what he thinks or feels. What an idiot. For real, I like it. "You deserved it."

"Honestly, I don't know how to react," I confess, "because, since we met, it's been sounding like you're going to throw me from a cliff in the moment you have the opportunity to."

"I'm not like that, (y/n)," he breathes, eyes drifting down for a second as he bites back an awkward smile. "I, um— You're actually really nice. I just like fucking around with you." He shrugs and looks down at his glass, playing a bit with the remaining ice cubes. I keep observing him, not replying, so he looks at me again, raising an eyebrow.

Y'know what? Fuck it.

I glance down at Frank's lips and a red tone immediately takes over his cheeks with it, but I just lean in and am actually surprised by him meeting me halfway. I can still taste the Spritz on his lips, faintly, what ends up irrelevant under how nice and surprisingly soft they feel against mine. His mustache brushes lightly against the skin under my nose, tickling it, something I try to ignore as cupping his face and deepening the kiss as he places his hand over mine.

There's this feeling in my stomach again, followed by a nice tingling sensation that goes down my spine while a warm sensation fills my chest. Okay; it feels right, for once.

"I'm driving you home," Frank mutters against my lips, a bit breathless, just like me.

"Yeah, that'd be nice." I smirk a bit as we gaze at each other for a moment and I'm not sure about what'd happen next, but we are interrupted by Pete before I can find out. Idiot.

"Stop making out and go back to work, (y/n)," he calls from the other side of the bar and I sigh heavily, rolling my eyes as I move towards the couple who just approached the counter. "I'm going to tell Mikey about it!"

"You are not going to tell Mikey!" I glare at Pete before turning to the couple, asking what they want and quickly putting myself to prepare the two Martinis.

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Part 2