#my chem fanfic

[moonxmagix]

Daddy's Girl NSFW

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader

CW: Age gap, teacher frank, student reader, light smut, daddy issues, soft frank, underage drinking, mentions of the word daddy, def sexual tension

Summary: Frank is your teacher and you two hit it off. Y/N has heavy daddy issues and Frank takes you in. He treats you like what your childhood self deserved, safety and love.

A/N: This is VERY long. I wrote 11 pages on Google Docs so I'm very sorry LMAO. It might be a bit wordy and not super smutty if thats okay. I wanted to write something softer in nature. Also apologize if there are any grammar mistakes. :)

Reblogs appreciated!

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As I sat there in an uncomfortable school chair, surrounded by the ghosts of my past, I stared out the window that was covered in rain. The day was gloomy, constant thundering and on and off downpour. I tapped my foot up and down while playing with my bunny keychain as my anxiety washes over me. School always made me anxious and hate myself, constantly feeling at battle with myself and others. 

It was my senior year and I just turned 18, so all I had to do was wait to get out of here. Kinda like prison if you think about it. Our school had uniforms and if anything that was the best  part about this place, not to mention it looked like some old money school for rich kids. Which was funny because a lot of the kids here come from nothing, like me. 

My drug addicted mother raised me semi alone, meaning that she constantly had men in and out of her life. My real father left when I was only a few months old so I never had that strong, protective father figure in my life. I craved someone to love me, hold me tight, whatever fathers do with their daughters. My moms boyfriends that were long term, aka 6 months, would try their best to be there for me but as soon as I got comfortable with them they were gone. 

I tried to stay out of relationships out of fear that the same cycle would happen to me. 

“Y/N? Are you listening?” Mr. Iero said, pulling me out of my daze. My head quickly turned to him, almost embarrassed, “Yes sir, sorry.” He turned back to board, continuing the lesson. Mr. Iero was my english/music teacher, he taught both. The first day I walked into his class I had a massive crush on, like journaling and daydreaming about him crush. I never made advances to him because what would he think?

I can’t get him in trouble and I can’t jeopardize my education for some man. I once again zoned out heavily, staring out the window. I watched as a father checked out his daughter early for school it seems, hugging each other under the umbrella as they smiled together. I sighed, rolling my eyes at the sight. Almost disgusting to me but that's just the jealousy getting to me.

“Y/N? Please pay attention, we have an important test coming up and you can’t miss this,” he sighed, putting a hand on his hip. Everyone turned to stare at me as I got smaller in my seat. When I looked back at everyone else to me they had dark eyes, something evil brewing but also something dead. I know realistically that a lot of the people here never paid attention but were much better at hiding it I think. 

“Please see me at the end of school,” he said and a few people let “Ooo” escape their mouths. Thanks Mr. Iero for embarrassing me. I wanted to hate him for that but another part of my brain desired to have that alone time with him. Even a hug from him would suffice my animalistic hunger for him. Just, “I’m proud of you,” would motivate me for the rest of the year. 

Class was dismissed and I quickly got out of there but he caught my wrist before I could, “Promise me you’ll be here after school. You can’t ditch like the last time.” I nodded and promised him that I would be back. The last time that happened I left out of pure anxiety, I threw up in the hallway on my way to his class. But safe to say this time I could get myself through it. 

I went to my locker to change out books and my best friend Livvy came up to me, “Wanna hang out after school? I wanna get coffee,” she said excitedly. “Maybe, Mr. Iero wants to see me after my last class,” I said, I didn’t want to disappoint her. “Omg again? Did you space out again (nickname)?” she said, lightly punching my arm. 

“Yeah, I just hope it’s quick. If so, I’ll make sure to call you when I’m done,”  I said with a smile. We said our goodbyes as I went to all of my other classes. I watched the clock as it quickly rang, I took a few deep breaths as I prepared myself to see Mr. Iero. I know it couldn’t be that bad but my anxiety tried to convince me otherwise. 

I looked through the glass of the door and saw no one inside so I thought maybe this could be my excuse as to why I didn’t show. “Right on time!” a voice behind me said. It startled me so I turned to see that it was Mr. Iero. I softly smiled as he unlocked the door to let us in. I didn’t see it but I heard him lock the door behind me. 

I stood in front of his desk leaning against a student's desk. He stood in front of me also leaning against his desk. I kept my eyes to the ground for the most part, “Are you okay? You’ve been very quiet and dazed in almost every class,” he said in a soft voice. My tense shoulders relaxed, still not sure how to respond, “You can tell me, Y/N.” He took a couple steps closer. 

“Look at me,” he said in a more demanding tone. I looked at him and he smirked, I wanted to fall to my knees right then and there. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tattoos, “I..I’ve just been going through a lot at home,” I said to put it simply. “Sit, let’s talk about it,” he said sitting in the students chair next to me. I sat down hesitantly, I don’t know if he actually cared about me or what. I guess we’ll find out. 

I told him about my mom and everything that I’ve been struggling with. I didn’t outright tell him about my struggles with men and not having a father figure of sorts. But he’s smart, so he could probably piece things together based on  how I answered some of his questions. At the end of my story I let a few tears escape from my eyes, he reached his hand up and gently wiped them. 

He placed his other hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb on it. “You have nothing to worry about with me hun,” he said sweetly, maintaining tense eye contact. He was such a good listener and never interrupted me. “Your secrets are safe with me, I’m so glad you’re finally opening up to me. Since the beginning of the year I’ve had my eye on you, there’s something special about you, Y/N,”  he said, whispering the last sentence. 

He grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his. I felt my face heat up like a thousand suns and my heart rate picked up. I couldn’t help but let a smile form on my face, “That’s my girl. No need to be sad when you’re around me. Hey, I’ll even move your desk closer up to mine, yeah?” I nodded, feeling like such a typical schoolgirl. 

He looked at the clock, “I should probably let you go now. Here,’ he said, handing me a little piece of paper. I pocketed it in my bag and before I left he gave me a big, warm hug. The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit my nostrils, it was a smell so intoxicating that it would stay with me throughout the rest of the day. I left and ran out of there to my house, it downpoured on me though. It made me feel like I was in a movie of sorts, I let the rain fall and drench my uniform and hair.

I ran inside and went straight to my room to text Livvy, it was Friday so I told her to come spend the night with me. I really didn’t want to tell anyone about what happened but she was the only person I could trust with this information, she understood. She literally has a sugar daddy, she has no room to judge me! 

Livvy came over and got settled right in with snacks and cute pajamas. “Tell me everything!” she said excitedly. I giggled, “He asked me if anything was wrong, I avoided but he pried so I spilled everything. And now he’s moving my desk up to his, he touched my leg and hugged me!” We were both laughing and blushing over this. 

“Oh! I think he gave me his number,” I told her, remembering the paper he gave me that I still haven’t opened yet. “Bitch show me!” she said excitedly. I got the paper from my bag and counted down from 3, I opened it and it had his number inside. “Text him now!” she said getting my phone from my nightstand. 

I input his number into my phone, “What do I say though?” I bit my nails. “Something flirty for sure,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. I started to type: hii its Y/N, miss our time together already xo 

“Bitch that's good!! He’s bound to fall in love with you now,” she joked. 

Hours went by without checking my phone and it was around 8pm. I checked my phone during our movie and he asked to call me, I sat up straight with my eyes wide. “He wants to call,” I said suddenly. “Oh shit! I’ll turn the tv down and I’ll stay quiet,” she shushed herself. 

I gave the phone a ring and he picked it up almost instantly, I put it on speaker phone. 

Frank: Doing okay? 

Me: yeah, thanks for letting me vent. Made me feel a lot better 

Frank: I’m glad, honey. 

Livvy looked at me with shock, “Honey?!” she mouthed covering it with her hand. 

Frank: Um, I wanted to ask if you wanna hang out tomorrow? You don't have-

Me: Yes. I’d love to! 

Frank: What time are you free then?

Me: Umm maybe around 12?

Frank: Sounds like a date then

We both hung up and we’re screaming with joy, I never thought this day would come. Hanging out with a teacher outside of school? Is that legal? I couldn’t back out now, my fate was decided. “What am I gonna wear?” I said, asking Livvy for help. She’s always been the cooler one in terms of fashion, so I can trust her to dress me. 

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It was 10 am and I had just the right amount of time to get ready. I checked my phone and he said he’d be picking me up at my place. Livvy left already and I sat down in front of my floor length mirror and put on light makeup. I got dressed in a black skirt, sheer black leggings, doc martens, and a white and black striped sweater. 

The clock finally turned 12 and I looked out my window to not see a car yet. I sighed with relief because in reality I definitely didn't feel ready. I checked my phone and Mr. Iero said he would be there in 5. I went ahead and stood out front to wait for him. 

His car pulled up and he got out to greet me, “Wow, you look great!” he said with a smile. He had on sunglasses and chewed his gum kinda obnoxiously but hot. He gave me a big hug and opened the door for me, his car was super clean surprisingly. “Where are we going?” I ask timidly. 

“Downtown, get some coffee and donuts,” he smiled, placing his hand on my thigh. “How’d you know where my house was?” I asked. “Teachers have access to those kinds of things,” I just nodded in response staring out the window. It was pretty cloudy and I was kinda hoping it’d rain. 

We got to the coffee  place downtown, “This is my special spot, for a special girl,” he smirked. I felt my stomach overfill with butterflies and a sparked joy I didn’t know I could feel around  somebody. He got out the umbrella and interlocked arms with me, I looked at him with such content but confusion. I felt like I didn’t deserve any of this, none of the kindness, none of the listening, nothing. 

He told me to sit down at a booth while he ordered us stuff. I texted Livvy while sitting there: 

Me: Liv i think im in love no joke 

Liv: i would be too 

Me: were getting coffee rn ill update soon 

He came back and sat a delicious smelling coffee in front of me, “Thank you Mr. Iero,” I said. “Call me Frank, no need for that outside of school,” he said, he grabbed my hand that was on top of the table. I looked at him, blushing hard, what if someone saw us? 

We talked about the things we both liked and hated, we actually had a lot in common. “You like Elvis?!” he said, shocked. “Yeah and?! It’s a comfort thing,” I defended. “Explain,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Sometimes when my mom was out I’d spend the night with my grandfather and in the morning while cooking breakfast he’d play Elvis,”  I said, reminiscing when I actually had a somewhat stable relationship with a man. 

I think Frank noticed my mood diminish into something solemn. “Let's grab those donuts, I have somewhere else I wanna show you,” he said, grabbing my hand. He showed me off proudly, it felt like he was telling everyone around him to look at me but not in the way I’m used to. He put his mouth close to my ear, “We’ll have to share a donut, they’re almost out of everything,” he said, placing a kiss on my cheek. 

We walked under the umbrella together as we started to share the donut, “Don’t lift a finger princess,” he said while holding the donut up to my mouth. He basically gave me the whole thing while he only had a couple bites. “Why do you treat me like this?” I asked him, curious as to why he is so fond of treating me like…a girlfriend? 

“I think you deserve it, Y/N. I’ll explain more later,” he said with such sincerity, gripping my hand tighter. Was this going to be a whole day affair? My mom hasn’t been home for a few days so I didn’t feel the need to tell her where I was, it wasn’t like she was answering my messages anyway!

“What’s wrong hun?” he said, taking down the umbrella as the rain had stopped and the sun came out. “My mom hasn't answered my messages, it's been days,” I said, a little disappointed. “I’ll look after you, don't worry about it,” he said as we showed up to a record store. I gasped as I could never afford to buy my own records, it felt like a dream. 

We went inside and looked around, I looked around for a ‘The Cure’ album. As I kept looking I felt a body press up behind me and place their arms around my waist and a head on my shoulder. He placed soft kisses on my neck causing me to giggle, I felt him do the same in my neck. “Find what you need?” he asked. “Yeah, did you?” his hands were empty. “Yeah,” he smiled playfully like he was up to something but not sure what. 

“Bullshit. You need to get something or else I’ll feel bad that you spent all your money on me,” I said feeling slight guilt about him buying things for me. “I have you, that’s all I need,” he said, pulling me to the register and pulls out his card faster than I can reach for my purse zipper. 

He handed me the bag of my records and we left. We didn’t do anything much except go thrifting and it was already 7 PM. “I have one place left to go,” he smiled, pulling out of the spot. “I feel like we’ve been everywhere already,” I said, whining. “Be a good girl and don’t whine for me, okay?” that immediately put me in my place and I complied. I could see a smirk on his face, he knew what he did to me. 

I heard a song on the radio that I liked and immediately turned it up, it was You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood. “You like them?” he asked. “Love them! I’ve seen them in concert  twice already,” I said proudly. Livvy knew I couldn’t afford it but she ever so kindly  bought them for me. 

After a short drive we made it to our destination, a bar. It was quite crowded, I wasn't even old enough to drink yet. I looked at him worried, “I’m not 21..” I said. “I can get you in darling, don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. I trusted him but I tightened my lips anxiously. He was able to get me in because he was close friends with the guy at the front. 

We got in and the music was at a comfortably loud volume. He dragged me to the bar and ordered me a drink but I couldn’t tell you what it was. Tasted great though! 

I downed a couple drinks and I basically became a melting mess in Frank's hands. I held onto  him for dear life like someone was trying to pull me away from him. I dragged him outside for a cigarette break, I pulled them out of bag and I forgot my lighter, “I forgot my fuckin lighter.” He laughed at my tone and lit my cigarette for me. 

We stood inches apart, he held my waist with his tattooed hand. I took a huff of my cig and blew it in his face, “Naughty girl,” he chuckled. He pulled me in to kiss him and our lips collided. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol mixed perfectly with each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to release. 

I shared my cigarette with him and he whispered in my ear, “How about you come over to my place for the night?” My heart was beating out of its chest, “Are you sure that's okay? I would need to get my stuff at home,” I said. “We can stop by your place first baby, I do have a few room-mates if that’s okay,” he said looking away embarrassed. “More the merrier!” I joked. 

We drove back to my place and I led him up to my room, he sat on my bed and I packed up a couple things. I turned around putting my hands on my hips, “All packed,” I smiled. He patted his hand insinuating for me to sit on his lap, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck, “My pretty girl,” he whispered while pushing my hair out of my face. 

“I really don’t understand why you like me, Frank,” I said, that feeling of undeservingness washing over me. “Look at you Y/N!. What is there not to like about you? We have so much in common and I can’t get over how beautiful you are,” I need all the reassurance I can get. What if he leaves me? Would another man treat me like Frank does? 

“Do you promise not to leave?” I asked tearfully. “What? Of course I do, Y/N. How could I do that to you sweetheart?” he said, hugging me tightly. “We should get going,” he said softly. I nodded and he grabbed my bags for me as we walked back to the car. 

We got to Frank's place and it was dimly lit, it smelled of cigarettes and expensive musky candles. I saw band equipment set up, “What’s all this?” I asked. “Oh, me and my friends do gigs on the side,” he chuckled as we walked to the kitchen. A timid man turned around to greet us, he gave Frank a hug and gave me a handshake. Firmly. 

“Nice to meet you,” I said shyly. “Franks said a lot about you, nice to meet you,” he smiled kindly and I furrowed my brows a little confused. He talks about me? What did he say? More  questions to be answered. 

Frank hurried me to his room, it was spacious and had a few of his guitars displayed on the walls. He disappeared for a second and brought back a shirt and pajama pants of his, “Put these on,” I took them. I went into the bathroom bringing my toiletries along with me. I changed into his oversized clothes and  washed my face. 

I brought out my phone and snapped a pic of me in the mirror sending it to Livvy. She replied almost instantly: not you going home with him !! be safe !! she replied.

I went back out and put my other clothes back in my bag, “You have such a nice room,” I complimented. “Biggest one in the house,” he brags. I hadn’t noticed before but he turned the radio on and it was on a classic rock station. The room was filled with cigarette smoke and incense. Lamps created the perfect sensual ambience. 

I laid my head on his soft pillows and Frank hovered over me, caressing my face with his hand. Something came over me, my eyes filled with tears and escaped the corner of my eyes. “What’s wrong princess?” he said, worried. I shook my head, sobbing. Never was I good enough to ever receive a love like this before. Here I had it. 

“Tell daddy what’s wrong princess,” that broke me. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining all of this or if it was some sick joke. I straddled his lap, crying into his shoulder. His hand rubbed up and down my back sensually. “I’ve never felt such an overwhelming amount of love and adoration from a man before,” I stated plainly. 

He asked me to talk about it so I did. I told him about the men this time, while I did we drank. It got to the point where I only started seeing flashes of my surroundings. One minute I was taking off my clothes, then I was sitting on top of Frank, then throwing my head back and moaning. 

I remember seeing Frank go down on me and him forcing my legs open as I was ready to release on his face. Flashes of Frank saying things like, “You're daddy’s good girl…I’ll never hurt you…you’re safe with me…shh you’re okay sweetheart.” His voice vibrated through my skin. 

Soon enough I passed out, naked and covered up by the warm sheets. I woke up groggy and still a little drunk around 3 am and had my clothes put back on. I groaned and didn’t see Frank in bed with me but playing guitar across the room. “Frank?” I said, rubbing my eyes. He immediately rushed to my side to comfort me, “Are you okay princess?” he said. 

I nodded, “Could you get me some water?” I asked because my voice was hoarse. He brought back water to me and I downed it as fast as I could. He got into bed with me and I cuddled up at his side, holding on for life. 

I grabbed Frank's face pressing our lips together, I longed for his kiss and his desire. He pulled away and cupped my face, “If you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do for you,” he said softly. “I am,” I stated so desperately wanting him to take me in, live with him, devote my life to him. “I’d even run away and hide with you if I could. You’re daddy’s girl,” he said pulling me into his chest. 

To be safe and sound in his heart forever. 

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Motel Sex (Gerard Way x Male reader SMUT)

Was supposed 2 post this erleir forgor about the passage of time please forgive me will work on requests tomorrow I haven't slept in 3 days

WARNINGS: nothing much really? Mild hair pulling?

AN: This has been sitting in my docs for a WHILE so I thought I'd finish it up and throw it here so there's atleast something while I work on the other requests

Gerard sighs at himself and looks around the empty motel room. The guys have left him the space to "Have some alone time with your ‘friend’. wink wink,” Frank said, emphasizing the wink out loud before leaving. Gerard glances at the time on the half-broken electric clock on the nightstand—only fifteen minutes until you planned to arrive. No big deal, right? He can wait.

Enough time has passed, and Gerard is watching one of the limited channels on the TV before he hears you knock on the door. Excited, he jumps up to answer.

“Hey, Gee!” you say as the door opens, revealing your boyfriend, a look of relief on his face as if he had been half expecting you to not show up. He greets you happily and hugs you tight before welcoming you in. “Where are the guys?” you ask, sitting down on one of the two queen-sized beds in the motel room.

“They went out for a while, givin’ us alone time. Should be leftovers, though,” he says, leaning in to kiss you as he finishes his sentence. “But I think I’ll be pretty full by the time I’m done with you.” Gerard leans further into you, pushing you fully onto the mattress. It’s very clear how amused by his own joke he is.

“What are you implying there, Mr. Way?” you say before giggling back into the next kiss.

“Oh, you know,” Gerard says, mischievously smiling before grabbing you around the waist and getting on top of you. He’s straddling your legs, keeping you in place against the bed. Gerard grins wide, kissing all over your face. He’s utterly thrilled to be with you, to have you in his arms, even if it’s in a dingy motel.

Gerard can’t keep himself contained, giggling like a madman as he moves down to gently kiss your neck. He’s so caring with his touch, or at least tries to be. He keeps his hands in yours for the most part, squeezing them lovingly. Eventually, though, his hands travel up to your neck, long fingers resting on your pulse as he gently nips at the base of your jaw.

As the moments pass, Gerard’s kisses get progressively more intimate and prolonged, and eventually, his fingers start to dig into the soft flesh of your neck. You can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he’s just that into it. Either way, you don’t mind, and that’s evident by the soft whines each one of his kisses pull from your throat. Something about those sounds make Gerard snap, grinding his hips against yours as he lets out a long drawn-out whine of his one. He licks a long line from the base of your neck up to your mouth, turning it into a rough, sloppy kiss.

Gerard trails his hand down your torso, hooking his fingers in the waistband of both your pants and underwear, pulling them down just enough to reveal your half-erect cock. He wraps his hand around your cock gingerly, and, ignoring the action, just the way he handled it was gay. 

Your muscles tense as Gerard keeps his movements steady, slow high-pitched whimpers filling the motel as he slowly moves himself down, putting his face at crotch level. He rests his head on your upper thigh. He looks up at you, face just inches away from your cock as he smiles oh so sweetly. You look down at him, voice trembling; “Please.” Gerard needs no other encouragement. He runs his tongue up the length of your dick slowly before shoving as much of you in his mouth as he can, which is, admittedly, a lot.

He sucks you off so perfectly, you can’t fathom how one man could make you feel this good. He has you grabbing handfuls of the sheets, bucking your hips and in turn making the back of your cock hit his throat. You arch your back and grab a handful of Gerard's hair, the other hand hitting the mattress. You’re practically screaming—you wouldn’t be surprised if the guys got a noise complaint because of you.

You only last a few more minutes before your moans begin to catch in your throat, and Gerard notices. He digs his nails into your thighs as he takes your whole length in his mouth, throat contracting around your cock as he does so, ripping a loud, broken scream from your throat. You use the handful of his hair you have as leverage, shoving him all the way down as your dick twitches—one final warning before you cum down his throat. 

Gerard stays in place until you’re done, swallowing around your cock before bringing himself up. He has drool and cum dripping down his chin, and his hair is a mess, and he’s smiling so wide you’d think he just got a million-dollar check and a puppy. He crawls back up to kiss you gently before laying his head on your chest and sighing. He stays silent for a moment, before clearing his throat and whispering. 

“I love you.” You can feel him smiling against you still.

“I love you too,” you say, sighing and closing your eyes.

“Y’know, we should probably get your pants on before the guys get back.”

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Kiss - Gerard Way x Reader

Prompt: K: Kiss (How do they react to a kiss? Flustered? Happy? Surprised?) (from this list) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Warnings: alcohol mention, food consumption (sweets) Word count: 1 369 A/N: Let’s ignore the energy bill and climate change for the sake of fiction.

The ice underneath the blades of your skates was slippery but you were glad you held a good balance. Even with the hand that was tightly clasped around your gloved fingers. You chuckled as Gerard tightened his grip on you, swaying slightly on his skates while you were gliding along in the thinning out crowd, late at night at your city’s ice rink, right in the middle of the Christmas market.

The surrounding buildings were already decorated with Christmas lights, the stalls that were built up on one side of the ice rink still selling their goods, ranging from tiny window decorations and figures, over soaps, baking equipment, sweets, mulled wine and savoury snacks. And right beside the rink stood the tallest Christmas tree you had ever seen. It was decorated in reds and golds, thousands of tiny lights illuminating the dark around you beautifully.

Before getting your ticket to the ice rink, Gerard and you had wandered over the market, hand in hand, looking at all the stalls. He had treated you to caramelised almonds, taking way too much delight in feeding you with them. You had felt a little childish, doing something so terribly cheesy so publicly, but nobody around you had minded, and while the glimmer in Gerard’s eyes had made the burn on your cheeks all the worse, the sight was definitely worth the slight embarrassment. What made it even stranger was that while yes, you were on a date together, and not the first one either, you were not really dating yet. At least you didn’t think you were.

Gerard had always been rather held back, and when he had not kissed you after a handful of dates, had barely managed to ask to take your hand, you had not been sure if he was even as interested in you as you were in him. But he had kept asking you out, always making sure to arrange the next meeting before the end of the current one, as if to leave no doubt that he wanted to keep seeing you.

A few dates ago you had carefully tried to ask him about it, when he had drawn back as you had slightly leant in, hoping he would let you kiss him. He had been a blushing stuttering mess, but the message had come across: he was shy and wanted to take things slowly. Which you were more than okay with. Only that you were not sure how slow “slowly” was. By now he had no problem holding your hand or feeding you sweets, but sometimes, whenever his eyes flickered to your lips, his cheeks would turn an adorable pink and he would avert his eyes.

Now his fingers clutched around yours once more as he struggled to keep his balance on the ice.

“This was a really bad idea,” he stated, a mixture of a chuckle and a whine, as he held out his free arm, trying to stabilise himself.

“Don’t worry, you’re doing just fine,” you assured him with a grin, squeezing his hand shorty. “Besides, it wasn’t me who suggested it.”

“I thought it would be romantic, but this is just embarrassing,” Gerard whined, almost punching an elderly lady, who skated by, as he flared around his arm, before breaking into a string of excuses to the lady who had not even noticed.

For a moment you blinked in surprise at his words. He had wanted this to be romantic. Yes, of course this was a date, but you had not even considered that he was making an active effort to make this romantic. For you.

“Okay, okay, stop. Calm down,” you snapped back into the moment, realising how hard Gerard was fighting to stay upright. Quickly you skated in front of him, turning so you were skating backwards, and taking hold of both his hands. “Try bending your knees, and don’t lean forwards so far,” you recommended.

Gerard followed your advice surprisingly well, which quickly stopped his swaying.

“See? You’re doing amazing!”

“How can you say that? I’m making a complete fool of myself,” he rolled his eyes. You could see how hard he was concentrating on keeping his balance, while following your instructions, and it almost made you laugh. Which would have been unfair, since you had started out way worse than him the first time you had ice skated.

“You’re not, trust me, Gee,” you smiled, squeezing his hands reassuringly. “Do you want to take a break?”

At his relieved nod, you looked over your shoulder and stirred him over to the barrier, intending for him grab onto the reel besides you, but he seemed to have gotten enough skill with which way he wanted to go, because instead of bumping against the barrier at your side, he caught you trapped between it and himself, holding onto the edge with hands at both of your sides. Surprised you looked at him, finding he was looking at you already, his eyes shimmering with an intensity you had not yet seen with him.

“Can I kiss you?”

His question took you aback, but the jump your heart made at his question was undeniable. The lights of the Christmas tree behind your back reflected in Gerard’s eyes, which were, for the first time, unashamedly fixed on your lips.

Quickly you nodded, uncertain whether you could phrase any words right now. But your nod seemed to be good enough for Gerard and secretly you were glad he did not tease you for your lack of words.

Instead his lips met yours, cold from the freezing winter air, but with his warmth quickly melting through. His kiss was soft, but full of emotion as his chapped lips moved carefully against yours. You felt him shiver when you placed a hand at his waist while he held onto the barrier behind you with both hands, just pulling himself a little closer so his body was flush against yours. Through the thick jackets you could even feel his chest expanding with each shaky breath he took and then released to fan warmly over your cheeks.

“Thank you for being so patient with me,” he whispered after he had pulled away from the kiss, barely far enough to properly see his face.

Blinking up at him, you smiled softly. “There’s nothing to thank me for,” you whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of his forehead that poked out from underneath his beanie.

“But it’s-“

“Nothing, you hear me?” Quickly you pressed another kiss to his lips, this time to the corner of his mouth, making him smile and look up at you from underneath his lashes. It made you want to kiss him all over again, all over his face, peppering every inch you could reach, but you resisted the urge, and just smiled back as he took a shaky breath.

“Okay,” he decided. “I think I’m ready to try again.”

Carefully he let go of the reeling.

“We don’t have to, you know,” you reminded him. “If you’d rather get off the ice we can do that too.”

“No,” Gerard shook his head. “I want to learn. And I get a good excuse to hold your hand.”

Following his words, he took your right hand into his left.

“You don’t need an excuse to do that,” you giggled, but closed your fingers around his.

“I know. But still. Besides, I was kind of hoping-“

He stopped himself, before he had finished the sentence, a new blush burning on his cheeks.

“What were you hoping for,” you asked curiously, studying his embarrassed face more closely as you pulled away from the reeling. How could anyone look so devastatingly pretty?

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, not daring to meet your amused eyes, as he carefully followed you back in line with the few people who were still doing rounds. “I mean… there is still the possibility of both of us falling and us accidentally kissing.”

His words were quiet, but stunned you for a third time that night. When you saw him glance at you, checking your reaction from the corner of his eyes, you shook your head with a chuckle.

“That can be arranged, you know?”

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Chapters: 5/10 Fandom: My Chemical Romance Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Frank Iero & Ray Toro & Gerard Way & Mikey Way Characters: Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Theatre, Slow Burn, Slice of Life Summary:

It's the final week of rehearsals before the college's end-of-semester theater showcase, and tensions are running high. Running on a hell of a lot of passion but no funds other than those they make through ticket sales, director Gerard and tech team members Frank, Mikey and Ray are worn out. Maybe they’ll be able to get each other through it. - the (perhaps unfortunate) overlap of a my chemical romance obsession and a lifelong love of musical theater/a decade working behind the scenes in shows. brace yourselves for lots of theater factoids and some generic rom-com hijinks!

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[death-sentence-mcr]

.Death Sentence.

Death Sentence is a My Chemical Romance fanfiction inspired by Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. In this story, Gerard Way, an assassin, struggles with the people he works for when he finds out that they're trying to order all assassins to kill any vampire they find alive. The issue with that is that his boyfriend, Frank Iero, is just that- a vampire. The story spins off in storms of danger, death, grief, and the stress of wanting to protect those close to you, but wondering if it would be better for them if you just.. didn't. When Gerard wakes up one day and has no idea where Frank, or his best friend Ray Toro(another assassin working under the same people as Gerard) is, but knows he's being followed, how will he figure out how to do what's best for Mikey and himself? Will he and Frank reunite? Will he find Ray? And will they both be okay?

.Death Sentence. has 1 chapter so far and I'm currently working on a second one. It'll be out by Sunday, at the latest.

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I Tore The Sun In Three (To Light Up Your Eyes)

Chapter 4

Gerard had never once thought he’d be in the cemetery, attempting to resurrect his dead boyfriend, yet here he was standing at the

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[yellowb1rd]

Anyone been reading my fanfic?.

MCR, many POVs and smut!. I've just posted the latest chapter! ☺️

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[moonxmagix]

My School Bully

Pairing: Revenge Frank Iero x Fem Reader

CW: bullying, enemies to lovers, fucking

Summary: After months of anguish and bullying from Frank Iero, your bully, you’ve decided you’ve had enough. One run in with him and your whole world changes, for better or worse?

A/N: Wrote 8 pages on google docs lol.

I started at a new school in New Jersey, previously being from the south, I was nervous. I did have a more alternative style but had that country twang. I was hoping my style would make up for the voice but I don’t think it’ll work. I can’t stay silent for long. 

I timidly walked through the halls of my new school as people were friendly with one another. Seemed like everyone was already familiar with each other, which means it’s gonna be harder for me to make friends. Thankfully we had uniforms so if someone wanted to bully me they couldn’t bully me for how “emo” I dressed. 

I got to my locker and as I opened it a random boy popped out of it, I screamed. This guy had blonde and black hair, a nose piercing, a baggy uniform, and was rather short. He looked at me right in the eye with a smirk on his mischievous face. “Who’s this creature?” he said while his friends laughed, flicking his finger on my forehead. 

I let out an “Ow” and rubbed my head. I tried to ignore him but they persisted in bothering me, “Did you even wash your hair? Could fry a fucking egg with that shit,” they laughed. I hid my face from them with my locker door, but all he did was slam the door shut hitting me in the head. “Can you just stop?” I asked softly. 

“What was that little mouse?” he said, leaning down, cupping his ear to pretend he didn’t hear me. “Nothing..” I said quietly. After that he and his little posse walked away. I peered at them before I went to class and caught the strange boy staring at me. 

As soon as I got home I went online to see if I could find out who that guy was. I went to the school's Instagram page and scrolled through their followers list to see if I could find his name first. No luck, so I clicked on a random person's account and looked through their following and followers list, AHA! Found it. I clicked on his profile and scrolled through it, lots of music related stuff, skating, smoking, drinking, typical edgy teen kid stuff. I clicked on a photo to examine it more but accidentally double tapped on it. I panicked and immediately un-liked it, I just messed up big time and I knew I was going to pay for it. 

I threw my phone across the room and screamed into my pillow annoyed with myself. I’ll just go to bed and pray I don’t run into him tomorrow. 

The morning came quickly and I got myself ready, dreading the day ahead. I said bye to my dog before leaving and waited at the bus stop. There was only me standing there, using my hand to block the sun. Out of the corner of my eye I see a group of loud boys approaching. My eyes widened as I realized who they were, I put my hand to the other side of my face to hopefully shield their eyes from recognizing me. 

It worked and I was able to eavesdrop on their not very quiet conversations. 

“Someone has a crush!” one teased. 

“It’s not a crush! I just think she’s pretty. I can be mean to her and also think she’s pretty,” the one who sounded like Frank said. 

“You’ve done this before Frank, you’re mean to them and then you fuck em’,” they laughed. 

I got on the bus in a flash and found an empty seat next to a window. I stared out the window, shrinking myself down so I wouldn’t be seen. But, at the same time it felt like a giant arrow was pointing at me saying, “LOOK AT ME! I’M RIGHT HERE!” 

They all got onto the bus and walked past me, I sighed realizing I was safe. The bus ride went completely fine until I got off, I pushed past everyone so I could get away from them. Before I reached the entrance the back of my collar was being grabbed, I squealed. “Piggy got something to say?” Frank said in my ear. I shook my head no repeatedly. 

“Are you sure? Liking my instagram photos last night says otherwise, you stalker,” he said, throwing me to the ground. His friends walked past laughing at me as I tried to get myself off the ground. I went to my locker but made sure he wasn’t there and put my stuff away. I stood there for a moment and let a few tears fall from my eyes. I sniffled trying to pull myself together shortly before walking to my class. As I walked down the halls I saw Frank pass me and turn back to look at me. 

I made eye contact for a few seconds but felt more like minutes. He had a random girl wrapped around his arm who looked like she had been around. For a moment, for a hopeful moment it looked like he had an ounce of remorse on his face. I doubt it though. 

I was able to go through the day without any more problems. 

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Today the weather was nice and wasn’t terribly hot so I decided to walk to school. I saw no sign of  Frank and his posse. I made it to school in a great mood and headed to my locker, then again no sign of them. I thought it was strange and just thought that they skipped school or maybe he’s sick. 

It was weird that I was just expecting to get bullied and ready for it. I’m just glad they have not terribly hurt me, at least yet. Gym class arrived rather quickly and before it started the gym doors slammed open, here they fucking are. I  groaned and rolled my eyes as the teacher told us to gather around on the floor. 

All he told us to go get changed and what we’d be doing today. I hurried to the bathroom and got changed in a stall and not around everyone else because it was just…uncomfortable. At this school even though we had uniforms we were still able to wear “normal clothes” as  gym attire. 

I had a The Cure shirt and some black jean shorts, definitely not in dress code but the teacher is a creep so he lets it slide. I threw my hair up in a ponytail but quickly took it down realizing it could get pulled. Class officially started and we were playing dodgeball, great. The team leader was a popular girl named Emmy and…Frank. 

One by one they picked people and I was the last to be picked. The popular girl said my name hesitantly but I’m surprised she even knew it. We got started and Frank had his eyes on me the entire time, instantly he threw balls at me. And he threw them hard. I threw the balls right back at him not taking my eyes off him, the teacher caught on and said, “Hey you two lovebirds! Stop targeting each other, that’s not how you play.” 

I started targeting other people, getting them out easily. Frank on the other hand had no plans on trying to target others. For a second I saw him gather the others and whisper something to them. In a matter of seconds I was being attacked with balls. I fell to the floor guarding my face with my hands. 

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Lunch thankfully was right after gym and I was starving. I got in line and as I had my headphones in I felt my skirt lift. I swung my body around and saw Frank’s friend towering over me. He had black hair that was a lot longer than Franks. “The fuck do you want?” I said in my lil country accent. He laughed and smirked, “I’m just admiring you, that's all sugar,” I scoffed in disgust. 

“Come on, don’t ignore me like that,” he said, wrapping his arm around my waist. I tried removing his arm but he had a strong grip. “I don’t even know your name. Not to mention you and your little friends decided to team up against me during gym,” I said matter of factly. He dug his head in my neck, “It’s Gerard. And it’s nothing personal baby, don’t be such a prude,” he whined. I rolled my eyes, “Whatever,” I said, getting away soon as possible. 

I found a spot outside where I knew I wouldn’t be bothered. I let out a few tears but was rudely interrupted by THE ones. I was stiff and didn’t want to move like a possum playing dead in the road. If I didn’t move they didn’t see me, “We have to find her. I need to be around her,” Frank said. Was he talking about that one girl I saw? Did he have a girlfriend? Does his girlfriend not like me? I don’t even know this girl!

I heard my surroundings get quiet as I had my head on the table, my eyes on the ground below me. I saw feet sit at the table and my eyes widened, really? Fucking really? I thought to myself. “What’s wrong baby?” Gerard said to me pitifully, but he didn’t care. I know. 

He rubbed his hand on my back, I pushed his hand off me and lifted my head avoiding eye contact. “What the fuck do you want?” I said annoyed. “I just wanted to ask you something, that's all,” Gerard said. “Well?” I said with an attitude. 

“Do you wanna maybe go out with me? Y’know, be exclusive with the one and only,” he smirked. God he was a douche. I didn’t even respond and just looked at him with disgust, “I’m just kidding jeez! I don’t know a single person who would want to touch you with a 10ft pole.” His friends laughed in unison. 

“You just fucking did but you don’t wanna tell them that do you?” I said scoffing. “You gonna tell them?” I said, while his friends asked him what he did. He didn’t want to respond so I left. 

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It was the beginning of December now and the bullying never stopped. I was shoved in lockers, held against the wall, food and drinks thrown on me, pushed to the ground, bullying in the gym, them stalking my social media, etc. 

One day as I walked home I noticed Frank walking in front of me, I gasped and covered my mouth immediately taking a different turn. When I looked up from the ground Frank stood in front of me, “What the fuck do you want?” I said to him inches from his face. 

Frank smirked, “Wanted to see to my favorite punching bag.” My blood boiled and I saw red. I’m tired of being this “punching bag”. 

“Y’know what, Frank? I’m SICK of this,” I yelled. “The FIRST day at this pretentious shit school you tormented me. What did I ever do to you? Of course you just have to pick on the new girl,” I splurt out in a fit of rage. He stepped back and softened his gaze, he looked back at me with guilt and regret. “I don’t fucking know,” he said shaking his head. “I guess I just…I don’t know. I like you and thought you were pretty, I didn’t understand how to convey my emotions to you. You just seemed…different from everyone else,” he said tearfully. 

He got down on his knees in the snow, holding my hands. “I’m sorry Y/N. Please let me make it up to you,” he said begging. I sighed, biting my lip unsure what to do or say. “I need a little bit to think about this, I really do. I’m sorry I can’t give you an answer now,” I proclaimed, getting away as soon as possible. 

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Weeks went by as Christmas break was approaching. I still hadn’t said anything to Frank but anytime we had interacted he was beyond friendly. I saw him and the guys sitting at a table in the far corner, so I decided to go up to him. “Hey Frank,” I smiled nervously. 

“Hey,” he said, tone cautious. “I just wanted to thank you for apologizing to me. I appreciate it,” I said. He shrugged, “It’s nothing, I was such a jerk.” 

I stood there for a moment hesitant to talk, “I really admire your ability to change and admit you were wrong. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m here.” I smiled, giving him a hug. Before he could say anything I left, my cheeks were bright red and hot. 

Later that day I texted Frank on Instagram:

Me: hey sorry for leaving so abruptly earlier 

He replied within minutes. 

Frank: it’s no worries, i’m sorry for not saying much

Me: Do you wanna hang out this weekend? Just us? 

Frank: Can I come over now? I’m already on my way

Me: what? I mean go ahead but my room is a lil messy

Before I knew it Frank was knocking at my door, I shoved the stuff that was on my floor into my closet and vigorously brushed my hair out. I ran to the door as fast as I could and opened it smiling, he embraced me in a tight hug. 

I led him up to my room, “Sooo, this is my room,” I showed him around. I stood in front of my bed and Frank pushed me onto the bed, hovering over me. “Wha-” I began to speak but was cut off by Frank pressing his lips to mine. It took me a couple seconds to adjust under his kiss but I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

“I’ve waited so long to do this, Y/N,” he said, lifting my shirt up. “Just shut up and fuck me,” I said to him which made him blush and push his hips into me harder. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans. 

Our clothes came off in a matter of seconds and Frank was shoving his fingers inside of me. The way he worked his fingers in and out of me made my hips buck and head go back. I moaned his name and just prayed hoping no one was home. “God you’re so hot Y/N,” he said, shoving his mouth into my soaking wet cunt. 

“Frank, fuck me, please,” I begged. “You dirty girl,” he said with a chuckle. He grabbed me forcing me into a doggy position, he grabbed my hair pulling hard. He slammed himself into me making me scream in pleasure, it was like all the anger he had was being taken out on my pussy. He flipped me over into missionary and slowly shoved his entire cock inside me, going slow. 

He stopped and started fucking me rougher, “Frank you feel so fucking good,” I moaned. “Is that right baby? Does daddy feel good?” he groaned in my ear. He stared at me right in the eyes, am I kinda glad he bullied me? I mean, if he didn’t I wouldn’t be getting the best dick around. 

I came several times on his cock and he finally came all over my boobs. We both got cleaned up and I got curled up in bed. “Are you staying the night?” I asked, hoping he’d say yes. “Of course I am, how could I leave you after that?” he smiled. He turned the lights off and got in bed with me. I was the little spoon and he was the big spoon. 

He nuzzled his neck right into my neck leaving small kisses, “Can I ask you something?” he said. “Always,” I replied, turning to him. He stroked my face with his thumb, “Will you be my girlfriend?” My eyes lit up and a wide smile grew on my face, “I’d love to.”

[spittingbloodandscreaming]

I'm not sure if u write for poly relationships but if you do could you write gerard x reader x ray ? I love them both so much maybe something fluffy or like general dating headcanons :]]]

I LOVE THIS!!! Absolutely adorable!! And ofc I write for poly ships! I did see ur other ask and it is masc reader but it doesn't play too much of a part here hope that's chillski

Gerard Way x Masc Reader x Ray Toro daiting hcs

Ray and Gerard i know in my heart and soul would be the World's Best Boyfriends™️.

Gerard would draw you so often it'd be a little creepy if he wasn't with you. He has books drawers and binders full of sketches of you just sitting on the couch or cooking or whatever it is you may be doing. If Gerard witnessed it he's drawn it.

Ray would play the guitar for you in the “mom look what I can do” way. He'd pull you away from whatever you're doing for a few minutes to show you something he's been working on

He'd also love to teach you if you're interested!! He's you're number one supporter and you may be bias but you'd say he's the world's best teacher too

Gerard favorite activity is misplacing your jackets so you have to wear his. Thinks it's the cutest thing when you wear them

You like malls right? Now you do. Foodcourt dates are a solid at least once a week thing.

Wherever you go together they both show you off like a good report card.

“Look at my boyfriend. Look. Look at him. Mikey look at my byfriwnd. Frank fklook lookat him. Look.” has been said 17 billion times.

You guys watch movies together always!! They're both practically on top of you during. You could swear there trying to crawl into your ribcage in the middle of Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

Speaking of crawling inside your ribs they both try to hold you while they sleep so you end up with Ray holding onto you for dear life and Gerard sprawled across the both of you

You have to beg them to let go of your hands in the store. You need at least one to shop but cmon!! They just wanna be with you always.

Gerard usually ends up giving your hand back and just holds onto your waist like you'll run away if he's not touching SOMETHING on you.

Ray is a really big jacket and shirt holder over. He'll hold onto your sleeve or bag strap or the hood or your coat

They both love pda. They think it's weird NOT to kiss and hold hands in public. They aren't weird about it or anything they just want a little kiss in target that's all

This is so silly I had so much fun writing it :3

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Packaging - Mikey Way x Reader

Prompt: P: Packaging (Wrapping presents is never easy. How do they fair?) (from this list) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Word Count: 927

With a groan Mikey grabbed the ripped wrapping paper and balled it together, abandoning it carelessly over his shoulder. For what felt like hours he had already tried wrapping your gift in a way that made it look better than if a first grader had taken some paper and some tape and wrapped both in equal amounts around the present, namely an intricately shaped box which contained a simple necklace with a small pendant on which the date you had met was engraved. He had the same necklace, still hidden away in the deepest corner of one of his bass cases, which you never touched. He had ordered them both together at a small local gold smith, fully intending for both of you to wear the matching necklaces for special occasions. He had even had the gold smith add a bracelet for you too, so you could choose whichever you might prefer. And the box the gold smith had delivered the jewellery in was what gave Mikey a headache now.

It was remotely shaped like a tree, fine engravings in thin wood decorating it. If the box had been shaped like a stupid, normal, rectangle box, Mikey was sure he would have been finished ages ago. But instead, he had almost used up half a roll of wrapping paper, since it always ripped right before he was finished. For a while he stared at the stupidly beautiful box before him, seriously considering to just grab one of the many small gift bags that had collected in the basement over time. The box was pretty enough as it was, it did not really need packaging, did it?

But Mikey wanted it to be perfect. He wanted you to be irritated and curious about the strange shape of the gift before you could tear away the wrapping paper to see the name of the gold smith’s shop. Just pulling the box out of a bag would have been too simple.

So he grabbed the paper roll, and cut off another stripe of paper. Once more he placed the box in the middle and began folding the paper. He had started (and failed) many enough times to by now have almost perfected the technique in which he had to fold the paper so it would nicely wrap into all the small cut-outs of the tree-shaped box. Sweat was collecting on Mikey’s forehead and he clenched his jaw in concentration, carefully holding the paper in place as he placed the first tiny strip of tape to keep the paper in place. It almost would have worked, but as soon as he wanted to place the second strip, the paper snapped open again.

Mikey groaned once more, biting his lip, before carefully, carefully, trying not to get stuck on the paper with the second strip, placed the first one back where it belonged. And this time it worked. Quickly he fixed the rest of the edges, adding strips of tape so the paper would not jump open again, and when he leant back, he sighed deeply.

A quick glance at the clock told him that he had not much time left before you came home. With shaking hands, but still more prettily than ever before, he tied a small bow to the box, finishing the elegant look.

By now he was exhausted. His eyes hurt from staring at the detailed work the whole time, his fingers had cramped up when he had focused, and his jaw was tight. But at least he was happy with his work.

Quickly he grabbed the wrapped box and the wrapping paper roll and ran to the basement, hiding the gift back in the bass case next to his own necklace and putting the paper back next to the small gift bags where it belonged.

He had just cleared the dining room table and floor of the leftovers of the destroyed paper, when the front door jumped open, announcing your return.

Mikey wiped his hands on his trousers, and nodded to himself. He could not wait to give you the gift. He knew you loved gifts where you did not know what you were getting. The glimmer of curiosity and childish happiness in your eyes made his heart stutter every time, and he certainly had made up excuses just to give you something to see you look at him like that.

Maybe he could show you his own necklace once you had opened the box, and if he was really lucky, you would even ask him to help you put on the necklace. He knew he'd brush his fingers over the soft skin of your neck, if you did. It was absolutely unnecassry to wait for such occasions in order to do this, since he could ask to be close to you any time he wanted, but the hopeless romantic in him still shivered in delight at the mental image of getting to help you put the necklace on. He could even place a kiss on your hair, or gently nudge the back of your head with his nose…

He got torn out of his daydream by the sound of you dropping your keys in the hallway, followed by an annoyed groan from you. Pushing the thought of the necklace to the back of his head, he quickly rushed into the hallway to welcome you home. Until he could give you the necklace he would most certainly find a plethora of opportunities to be a sappy boyfriend, starting with preparing a bath for you and cooking dinner.

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[television-bodies]

with the first chapter of the showcase fic out now, here is a visual aid to show you what the guys look like in the week the fic is set in.

if you read it, i hope you enjoy! feel free to talk to me about it whenever i am so serious

[danc3macabre]

Time to reread THE fanfic I think

[death-sentence-mcr]

Chapter 2 is up.

Chapter Two: After The Meeting.

It's so dark now. Too dark for Gerard to forgive. Ever since that day, everything went downhill. He felt like he lost everything, even though he might not have. Just the emotion, the grief of losing anything is enough to make him feel so dirty. Too dirty to get clean.

[mcrslover]

hes so real for that