#my chemical romance fluff

[pseudowho]

When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band.

He said, "Son, when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"

He said, "Will you defeat them? Your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?"

"Because one day, I'll leave you, a phantom to lead you in the summer, to join the black parade."

-- The Black Parade, My Chemical Romance

[lxversblog]

Hiii I wan wonder if you could write for 2019 gerard way and fem reader were there a age gap just dating headcannons are good 💕💕

HIII YES OFCCCC

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DATING 2019 GERARD WAY

FEM READER X GERARD WAY

warnings:none just age gap and fluff

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• he would spoil you at any chance he gets what’s the point in having all that money if he can’t use it

• calls you darling,baby,babe, or princess

• comic book dates while listening to him talk about the art of all of it

• cute art museum dates with your morning starbucks

• speaking of starbucks runs yall would go every morning to starbucks he’s a coffee guy what can he say

• if you loved to read he’d take you to any books store

• hand gently on your leg always in the car while you control the music

• would definitely collect records and if you do too there would be a lot of thrift dates or dates at the record shop

• hanging out with mikey’s kids whenever he comes over

• definitely a cuddler in his sleep and will pull you closer and nuzzle up

• he would let you play with his hair

• in his eyes your his princess he’d do anything for you

• not afraid to go out and by your tampons or pads

• will get you some comfort food if your cramping and will come home and make you a nice pallet in the bed

LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT PART 2

[hesitant-angel]

imagine being highschool sweethearts with mikey ☹️

being highschool sweethearts with mikey ! | mikey way x reader | gender neutral reader | (headcannons) |

★ I LOVE THE MIKEY REQUEST!! this is the sweetest thing im so glad u sent this anon because i literally think about this every single day. hes the loml trust me ! im unsure of how accurate this will but bare with me im learning! P.S. THANK YOU ALL FOR 20 FOLLOWERS!!!! i had so much fun writing this, as of right now i'd say mikey is my favorite to write for.

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— Okay I have so much on my mind for this I don't even know where to start. I think of Mikey to be a quiet kid in highschool, not in a stereotypical way, but I feel like he'd focus more on getting through the day and getting his work done, focusing less on the social aspect.

— If you're also a quiet kid, you two would sit together any chance you get, you'd distance yourselves away from everyone else a bit to get lost in your own conversations about whatever you guys like to talk about.

— If you're more social, he'd probably follow you to whatever you're doing. He'd stay relatively quiet in most conversations, just listening, unless you prompted him to talk or introduced him to someone, then he'd do the polite thing and say hello and talk to them.

— People write Mikey as overally shy and nervous alot (like.. in the babying grown men way.) but I dont think he'd actually be that bad. I feel like he just takes a bit of time to adjust to talking to people and can be a little awkward at first. Once he warms up to you he's pretty laid-back and will talk with you about anything and everything you want.

— He'd claim that he 'isn't really interested in dating anyone' because he knew the whole thing about how highschool relationships typically never last, so he just tried to avoid it. That was until he met you of course.

— When he met you, his whole perspective on highschool and life in general changed. The more you two got to know eachother the more he fell head-over-heels in love with you.

— He'd definitely help you with homework if needed (and if he understood the class enough...)

— You guys would try and hang out after school to work on homework together but it just ends up being a two-hour period of you guys going on and on about the most random things before realizing that you haven't even started the homework. He'd eventually figure out a way for you guys to get work done but still get time to talk to each other.

— But it's not like you guys don't spend every minute you can together, people swear they can't see one of you without seeing the other. Of course, whenever one of you needs time alone its respected and you take breaks from eachother whenever necessary.

— You two compare music tastes and talk about music alot. Doesn't matter if you have different music taste than him, he wants to talk about it with you (even if he'll tease you a little about liking different stuff). If you have similar taste though, it'll definitely bring you closer.

— Movie nights are a big thing for him, he usually likes to pick the movie but he'll try and watch whatever you want, too. He'll explain parts of the movie to you if he can, he's a movie nerd and will tell you facts you had never heard of.

— If you're within walking distance from eachother (or one / both of you can drive) you two will come over and stop by whenever you can, even if it's just for a moment to say hi.

— You and Mikey meeting in highschool definitely made a big positive impact on your relationship in the future, you've changed eachother in small and big ways over the course of time and both of you agree that you're glad you met when you did.

* i tried my best with this i hope its okay! i really enjoyed writing these even if i was a bit repetitive and not proofread (im sleep deprived atm) , if anyone has any more ideas branching off of this plot please let me know! id love to make this an ongoing thing :)

[stevie-is-writing]

hehehhaha hey

being little nerdy friends with the way brothers???

MCR HEADCANONS- Watching Star Wars with the Way Bros

a/n: hi!!!!! i didn't know what flavour of nerd you wanted but I've been thinking about Luke Skywalker soooooooo. Just hcs for now but I could totally write about this in full in the future!!!! summary: watching the original Star Wars trilogy with the teenage Ways.

- Ok so you’re childhood best friends with the way brothers. You’re in the same class as Mikey at school and quickly became friends, and other the years both he and Gerard had become like brothers to you. They’re the only people who know the true you.

- the one that’s a massive nerd.

- It was Gerard who first suggested the idea. A movie marathon of all three star-wars films. You and mikey agreed instantly.

- you arrive at their house around midday, you bring copious amounts of snacks that’ll keep you awake until the next morning.

- Of course, you’ve dressed up. You’re already wearing your Star Wats themed pyjamas, with a home made jedi robe over your shoulders and a slightly too expensive lightsaber clutched in your hand.

- As soon as you enter the house, the three of you rush down to the basement. You get to work.

- First, you push all the furniture to the walls, then you drag the mattress off the bed and place it in the large space on the floor. Then you hunt, you travel the house looking for every spare cushion you could find and litter them across the floor surrounding the mattress. You place blankets on top.

- It doesn’t take long for you all to get settled. But it isn’t time to watch yet. In the light of a few candles, the three of you sit in a circle and discuss comics. It’s a pre hang out ritual. You discuss favourites, negotiate swaps and arrange yet another trip to the comic book store. This takes over an hour.

- by the time you are ready to watch the films, it’s already mid afternoon. Gerard does the honours, standing ceremoniously and placing the ‘A New Hope’ VHS in the player. He bows as it loads, you and mikey clap and cheer an unreasonable amount.

- as soon as the film begins, you all fall silent. For two hours you sit, completely transfixed on the screen, never uttering a word to one another. If you focused, you’d hear mikey lightly mumbling quotes under his breath. Then, it finishes. A roar of applause erupts from the trio.

- As the credits role, you begin to discuss the film. You’d all watched it countless times but would never be able to stop chatting about its excellence.

- Whilst Gerard loads up the next film, you and mikey embark on a mission to find more snacks.

- You return and the process repeats for ‘Empire Strikes Back’ and then ‘Return of the Jedi’.

- By the time the third film had finished, you were all nearly passed out. It was a shockingly tiring event, and the sugar high had ended abruptly.

- Slurring your words, you all critiqued and praised the films, arguing on favourite movies and characters.

- slowly, you all began to fall asleep, collapsing on the mattress. You’d stay out cold for at least 10 hours before waking to take a walk to the closest comic book store for the latest issues.

fuckin nerds <3

[frnkiebby]

RAY TORO APPRECIATION

RAY MY DARLING~🎃

[lunarwritesthings]

Standing In The Sun

Paring: Husband!Gerard x F!Reader Fandom: My Chemical Romance Request: Yes, by anon Summary: No one prepared a famous singer for the troubles that would come with it, but your famous husband is there to understand and comfort you.

A/n: I apologize for this taking so long to come out and how short it is, but life has been rough recently. I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things.

Gerard Way was the frontman of the band My Chemical Romance, and he was married to you, a female singer in her own band.

Gerard knew what it was like to be famous because he had been there before, and he helped you through the problems that came with being in the spotlight.

That doesn't always mean you can be prepared to handle the problem because eventually, the tension builds up from the stress of fame, and the pressure of having to be a certain way becomes overwhelming.

That tension leads to how Gerard found you. Curled up in a ball on the floor of your office crying. He doesn't ask any questions. Instead, he just offers you comfort knowing you'll talk when ready.

As time passed you slowly calmed down thanks to the comfort from Gerard. Once Gerard knows you're calm enough, he asks about what happened and just listens to you talk.

Once you've finished talking he'd offer advice or just continue offering you comfort in the form of hugs and cuddles.

Gerard never judged you for how you reacted and handled situations like this. He was always understanding. It was not easy being famous. It was like everything else in life. It has ups and downs, pros and cons. Yet it was always easier with someone who is supportive and understanding by your side.

When life brings dark clouds into your day, all you need to do is find the sun and stand in it. Once you do that you'll know everything will be alright.

[chemical-killjoy]

Hai!

Can you do Roommates AU with Gerard and Female!Reader?

OK so this is suuuuuper fluffy and kind of got away from me... anyway, let me know if you want a more *intimate* and fluffy part 2

Pancake Prince

“Uuuuuugh,” you grumbled, leaving the safety of your bedroom and flopping face down on the lounge in the living room to your apartment. It was a hot night, and you were in your favourite pyjama shorts and singlet, but that was the great thing about sharing an apartment with your bestie: you could do what you want, wear what you want... Even if it was pyjamas at 4 in the afternoon.

Gerard laughed, pausing the TV.

“What's up, sugar? Rough night?” Gerard asked with a smirk.

“Nugh-uh,” you agreed into the fabric of the seat. You sat up.

“I remember it all,” you said, in a dramatic voice, sweeping your arms out wide. “Actually, come to think of it, I can't remember past Daisy dropping me off outside our building.”

Gerard laughed. “Yeah, figures. Care for a refresher?”

“Do I really wanna know?”

“Good question,” Gerard said with a devilish smirk. “Let's see. You called me, forgot we were on the phone, complained about not being able to find a way inside our own fuckin' house, and then I had to hauled you inside after you passed out.” Gerard left off the part about helping you change into your pyjamas, tucking you in, and making sure you were OK until he fell asleep himself. He didn't want to creep you out or anything.

“Of course I did.” You said, face-palming. “Well, thank you, my hero.”

“Prince.” Gerard replied seriously, without missing a beat.

“What?”

“I prefer prince, actually.”

“Wha- Why? What are you the prince of Gee?” You indulged him, cackling at the unexpected joke.

“Pancakes,” He replied, face and tone serious, humour displayed only in his eyes.

“And why is that?”

“Step into my office!” Gerard declared, dramatically strutting to the kitchen.

You hummed as you smelt the pancakes and freshly cut fruit the second you walked into the kitchen.

“Damn, you're not the prince, you're the king!” You said, squeezing Gerard in a quick hug and grabbing a plate.

“Yeah but Pancake King doesn't have the same ring, does it?” Gerard asked.

“True, true. So what's the occasion?” You asked.

“Well, I thought you might need a pick-me-up after yesterday,” Gerard spoke gently, rubbing the back of his neck.

And then you remembered why you went out drinking last night.

“Aah, fuck me!” You whined, and flopped to the kitchen floor. Yesterday was a spectacular level of shit, in which you lost both your job and found out the guy you'd been hoping to ask out (finally gaining the courage after a few months) was, in fact, taken.

“Well, at least let me take you to dinner first!” Gerard said, joining you on the floor.

“I mean, at this point, I'd be happy to just slut it out. Like, show interest in me and fine. I'm just sick of this shit. Maybe I'm just unlovable? I'm like...” you looked around. “I'm like that tissue over there. Beside the bin. I couldn't even make it to the bin.”

Gerard knew you too well to let you succumb to your own stupid, dramatic sad spiral.

“Baby, please, you're more than the tissue. You're the whole bin!” You gasped and slapped his arm, both of you laughing. You couldn't help but blush a little at the nickname.

“C'mon, you know you're too good for him anyway. And who needs a guy when you have me? And pancakes?” Gerard pointed up at the pancakes. “And jobs are just conforming to the man. We don't endorse that.”

You smirked at your best friend. “I mean you're right. I may be desperate for touch and affection but who needs a boyfriend when I have you? A boyfriend without the perks?”

“I am the perks, I made pancakes!” Gerard gasped, hand on chest in fake shock.

“Yeah, you're pretty perky.”

“Fuck you, you know I'm prickly, you're the one who's perky.” Gerard's eyes went to your chest and back up, teasing in more ways than one.

“Don't bring your prick or my tits into this, Pancake Prince.”

“That's King Pancake to you.”

“What does that make me?”

Gerard snorted before he could get his own joke out.

“What?!” you demanded, all smiles as you playfully slapped his arm again.

“Hungry!” Gerard declared, falling over laughing. You continued your gentle assault on his arm as he playfully fought back, until the two of you were side by side on the floor, stomachs sore with laughter. When you caught your breath, you looked over at your friend and smiled.

“I am pretty hungry, actually.” you said, with a soft smile.

“Mmm?” Gerard asked. “Hungry, or thirsty?” he said with a wink.

“Little of both,” you said with a shrug, leaning into Gerard... Then putting your hand on his chest and pushing yourself to your feet. You offered Gerard your hand to help him up, but once you were both up, he didn't let go of your hand.

“What?” you asked, head tilted to the side.

“You really don't remember any of last night, huh?” Gerard said, softly, the playful glint in his eyes turning a little... anxious?

You furrowed your brows. “No, why? Did I do something? I'm really sorry if I did.”

When Gerard didn't say anything, you spoke again.

“Gee, what happened?”

“Look, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable with this, but you kind of said something that maybe made it sound a little bit like you possibly-”

“Fuck, just tell me!” You interrupted.

But Gerard continued as though you hadn't, “-love me. As more than a friend.”

You stared at him blankly. He stared at you, hand still in yours.

“I didn't want to freak you out so I was gonna tell you over pancakes, cause I know my best friend's favourite breakfast. I dunno, I'm sorry, maybe I heard wrong or you were just drunk or something, but I thought lately about how we've both been super flirty and I kinda thought that maybe...” Gerard trailed off, looking at you.

“I wasn't just drunk.” You said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I, um. I realised I've been pushing aside my feelings for you, I guess I must've just babbled it out.”

“You did seem pretty adamant for a girl who was struggling to take your shoes off.”

You snorted at that and a thought crossed your head. “Did you dress me in my jammies?”

“That's what's most important to you right now?”

“I don't know, I just think it was just super sweet of you. We both know I would've destroyed that dress if I tried to sleep in it.” You thought of the skin tight faux-leather and how it'd tear, or strangle you in your sleep... not fun.

“You know I feel the same, right?” Gerard said, pulling you a little closer and disrupting your thoughts. “I don't make just anyone pancakes, y'know.”

You scrunched up your nose. “We're those idiots, aren't we?”

You and Gerard would spend many nights, coming home from work half-dead, and become immovable couch potatoes, eating Chinese take-away and watching cheesy movies. And of those movies, half were horror (Gerard's pick) and half were rom-coms (your pick). You were always screaming at the TV about how the characters should just know they're in love with each other and talk it out. Gerard always agreed with you but was too busy watching you get invested to really see what was happening in the movie.

Gerard just nodded.

“Oh, fuck that,” you said, pulling Gerard toward you and kissing him. Gerard pulled you closer then rested his forehead against yours.

“Y/N... I have something to tell you...” Gerard looked deeply into your eyes. “If we're gonna do this...,” he turned his head, and you felt anxiety grow in your stomach. “You're gonna need to brush your teeth.”

“Get fucked!” You screeched as Gerard laughed. “Fine, fine! But you have to decorate some pancakes for me while I do, OK, King Pancake?”

Gerard bowed deeply, waving a hand. “As you wish, my queen.” Then he kissed you on the forehead and pushed you towards the bathroom. You smiled as you brushed your teeth, excited for this new beginning.

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[anaiscrazy]

Power Outage

Gerard way x reader

Summary: the power goes out and reader is scared, so Gerard gives her comfort//Microfic!

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You and Gerard where cuddled up watching a romance movie together, when the power went out “crap the power went out” gerard said annoyed. You sighed with disappointment as you’re favorite part of the movie was happening when the power went out. Just then there was a loud clap of thunder and you jumped into his arms “ohh” he said flirtatiously, “I don’t know you where scared of storms” “y-yeah” you mumbled nervously. “C’mon kitten, let’s cuddle and fall asleep” he whispered in your ear, picking you up bridal style and bringing you to bed. He sat you down on the bed and began cuddling you tight. Every time there would be thunder or lightening you would jump. After a while you started to fall asleep. When you fell asleep Gerard decided to go get another blanket, just the. You woke up “mmmh Gerard? Gerard where are you” you said now sort of freaking out” “ohh kitten, I wasn’t leaving, just getting another blanket” he said as he covered you with the new blanket as you fell asleep.

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[oldiesstationlover11607]

I don't want them to hurt you - Frank Iero x fem!reader

Summary: Set in a high school AU Y/N and Frank are together. Frank is friends with Gerard, the school's bad boy, and Y/N is best friends with Mikey. Frank pretends to not know Y/N out of fear that Gerard wouldn't like Y/N, he's forced to choose between Y/N and his friends.

Relationship - badboy!Frank x Reader, bestfriend!Mikey x reader, bully!Gerard x reader

Warnings: smoking, bullying, angst

Before long the picnic tables are deserted and everyone’s sitting in class. The brown-haired boy sits behind me while his friends surround him, shouting and jumping around the class despite the teacher trying to get them to settle down. 

“Boys!” he shouts but is ignored. They throw scrunched up paper balls at unsuspecting victims in the front rows. I turn around and flash a look in their direction. It stops. 

“Mr Iero, Mr Way, Principal’s office now!” the teacher shouts. So Ray Toro and Bob get away with it just because they sat down early? Whatever.

“Who’s gonna make us?” Gerard says, receiving shocked looks from the rest of the class. Mr May looks around the room and stops when he gets to me. Fuck.

“Miss Dailey will escort you two. Make sure they actually get there Y/N.” 

He did not just ask me to escort them. No way. 

“She doesn’t have to–” Frank starts. 

“Now!”

I get up out of my seat, grabbing my bag and trailing behind Gerard and Frank. Mr May closes the door and continues to teach the class acting like nothing happened but outside Gerard is pissed off. 

“What the fuck was that?” he looks down at Frank who looks equally as annoyed. 

“I don’t know what that fucker’s problem is honestly. He’s had it out for us since freshman year,” Frank agrees with Gerard, like he always does. 

“I don’t even know why the fuck he asked you to take us to the office,” Gerard snaps at me, he’s always had it out for me. Everyone will hate you if you’re not them. The office doors stand at the end of the hallway but stop in front of my locker. 

“Be quick, I’m staying out here,” I say. Gerard just continues to walk without acknowledging me but Frank gives me a nod. 

I shuffle through my locker, giving it a good clean out and rearranging my books and photos. It’s been about half an hour and I’ve heard nothing. My phone buzzes in my pocket and pulling it out, a name flashes across the screen. The drained look on my face immediately disappears as I close my locker and head to an empty classroom. 

“What did she say?” I ask, closing the door.

“That’s what you ask me when we get a second of alone time?” he moves closer to me, giving me a kiss. Frankie. My Frank. Well, at least outside of school.

“Hi,” I smile, running a hand through his hair. 

“Hi baby.”

“What did she say?” I look into his eyes, dark and strained, the opposite of the loving Frank I know.

“Blamed Gerard for being a bad influence, let me go with a warning. I don’t even want to know what she’s saying to him right now,” he says. “I saw you this morning, you looked like you didn’t want to be here.”

“You know me. I saw you smoking and then darting off once the history teacher showed up. It was kind of funny,” I laugh. 

“Oh shut up. I lost my joint because of it.” 

We end up sitting on the far side of the room and I hold his hand. I hate not being able to properly spend time with him during the day. His friends don’t like me and I don’t belong with most of the people in our grade but that’s just the reality of high school. 

“How long are we going to keep doing this Frankie?” I ask, letting out a sigh. 

“Doing what?” He sits up and looks over at me, scanning my expression. 

“I can’t act like I don’t know you in front of everyone, it hurts me. I’ve got Mikey, yeah and he knows and stuff but I can’t keep pretending I don’t love you.”

He looks hurt. It’s been hard for both of us, it really has. I see the way he looks at me when we sit in class, I feel his feet playfully kicking mine under the desks. He loves me, he just doesn’t want to give up his friends. I get that, I really do, I just wish we could properly be together. 

“You know I can’t give up my friends.”

“What makes you think being with me would force you to give them up?” I ask. 

“I can't see you anymore,” he bursts. 

No. 

“Why? Because you think that they’re more important?” 

“I can’t, I don’t want them to hurt you,” Frankie looks over at me with a frown.

Gerard enters the room, looking slightly amused post-telling off.

“What did she do this time?” Frank asks, trying to change the topic, he quickly moves further away from me, unnoticeable for Gerard but obvious for me. 

“She just called my mom, and got yelled at as usual,” he laughs. I let a small chuckle escape my lips, unfortunately for me it was noticed by Gerard. 

“What’s got you laughing? You think this is funny?” He stands up and walks over to me, forcing me to stand up. 

“It seemed appropriate,” I say, arms crossed. I’m going to stand my ground, there’s no way some stupid bully is going to make me feel bad. 

“Would you shut up? Don’t talk to us and don’t even for once think that you’re ever going to be able to laugh or spend time with us. I don’t like you, we don’t like you and I certainly don’t need some stupid bitch thinking she’s cool to hang around us,” Gerard snaps. I take a step back in shock, my back laying flat against the cold concrete wall. It feels like jail, like I’m being forced into a corner and threatened with death. A desperate look flashes across my face, aimed at Frank who isn’t even paying attention. “Do you think he’s going to help you? You think Frank’s just going to make sure your feelings don’t get hurt?” Frank looks up at me and frowns. 

“He’s right.” 

He did not just take his side. He did not just say that and he did not just blindside me. 

“Sure he is Frank. I’m leaving,” moving around Gerard, I leave the room and get ready for lunch with Mikey. 

“He did not say that!” he gasps in shock. 

“He did.” Mikey sits there, his jaw on the floor.

“But he… you’re supposed to be… what?” he’s speechless, “but Gerard’s a dick, there’s no way Frank just let Gerard tell him what to do.” But he did. He just stood there acting like someone he’s not just so he can stay friends with the meanest boy in school. 

“Speak of the devil,” Mikey mutters and I turn around to see Frank walking over to us. 

“What the fuck do you want?” I ask, turning to face him. Gerard stands not far away, watching.

“I can’t, I can’t see you anymore.” 

“Why?” I ask, my head feeling light and stomach feeling heavy. I’d forgotten that he said that earlier.

“I can’t, I don’t want him to hurt you. He thinks I’m over here telling Mikey that he can’t drive him home after school,” he looks mildly disappointed compared to the anger and rage plastered over Mikey’s face. Mikey’s reaction is surprising, the quiet nerd boy actually pissed off for once. 

“You know what Frank? You’re a dick. If you can’t understand that Y/N is an amazing, creative soul then you really don’t deserve to be with her at all. And yeah, my brother’s a bitch and a bully and shit but you don’t throw away the girl you’re supposed to fucking love because of your douche bag friends.” That’s the most I’ve ever heard Mikey talk at once. 

Frank’s speechless. He just stands there while Mikey continues to snap at him. 

“Mikey! What are you doing yelling at my friend here?” Gerard shouts walking over to us. Great. 

“Gerard,” Mikey nods at his brother, who towers over us. 

“Who’s this? New girlfriend?” Gerard asks without even looking at me. 

“Gee. Y/N and I have been friends since the second grade. You know her. She’s got a boyfriend anyways,” Mikey looks at Frank who again, says nothing. I say nothing. Just let the two Way brothers talk to each other. I lose track of what they’re saying, zoning out, staring at the ground. Mikey stands up but that’s all I notice. Anything said goes in one ear and out the other, the tension driving my anxiety to the ground. Frank’s not doing anything, of course he isn’t. 

“Y/N?” Mikey shakes me gently. 

“Hmm?” I tilt my head, confused at the events unfolding in front of me. 

“Are you okay?” Frank asks, crouching down next to me.

“I-I… what?” I’m confused, my entire body is confused. Gerard is still standing over me. My face feels damp. “I-have I been crying?” 

“Absolutely weeping,” Gerard laughs. Frankie wipes the salty streams off my face. 

“He’s laughing at me?” I ask, looking up at Gerard. Mikey moves around closer to me, grabbing hold of my hand. 

“You need to tell him, Frank.”

“Tell me what?” Gerard crosses his arms and stares at Frank, who shakes his head. 

“I can’t.”

“You’ve been lying to me?” Gerard says. Tell him the truth Frank. Do it. Please. Be the guy I know you are. 

“I-she-Y/N and I. We-uh… Y/N is my girlfriend. We’ve been together for about a year now. I didn’t tell you because you were always mean to her and I didn’t want to mess things up,” Frank mumbles. Gerard just stands there, he looks like he’s processing a multitude of things. He turns to his brother. 

“You knew about this too?” Mikey nods. 

“We didn’t want her to get hurt,” he says. Gerard looks at me, up and down and back again. 

“You’re not what I expected you know. The kind of girl that both my brother and best friend would like. If they like you then I don’t really have much of a choice. A friend of my brothers is a friend of mine I guess,” Gerard says. 

“Wait what?” Frank says looking up at him, “You’re not joking?” He looks shocked. 

“No? I’ve got no problem with you dating anyone Frank.”

“Well good then,” Mikey butts in, “if you two will leave us, we were in the middle of a major gossip session about the two of you.”

“Okay, okay, we’ll leave,” Frank laughs, giving me a small peck on the lips. He seems relaxed, more comfortable than usual. The two boys turn around and walk back to their friends. 

“So, guess I finally sorted out your problems, Dailey.”

“Guess you did,” I smile. 

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[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

[strawbszz]

Kinda odd and specific request?? But can you do one where tattoo artist bf frank is with fem!reader who's a kindergarten teacher and everyone just questions their relationship because they're complete total opposites, just pure chaotic fluff honestly.

Frank iero x fem!reader

Requested: anon

Genre: fluff

Word count: 492

You are a kindergarten teacher called Mrs. Iero and it was a little stressful at sometimes.

Frank is a tattoo artist. He loved getting and doing tattoos. It was a pretty cool talent he had, and interest that you thought was pretty cool.

When days would get stressful Frank would cuddle you and make you feel good and all that stuff.

~

I was a Friday and you just got back from work. You had to pick up Frank from work since you guys only had one car and his work is on your way to the school.

You had your iPod plugged into your car and you were listening to some deftones. I was one of your favorite bands.

You pull into the parking spot of the tattoo shop.

You get out of your car and open the door.

Frank is doing some guy’s tattoo and glanced up at you. His face had a huge smile when he saw you. “Hey baby!” Frank says “I’m about to be done with this guy’s tattoo! I’ll be dome in like 10 mins!”

You smile. “Ok.”

“So how was your day, babe?” Frank asked.

“Hectic. It was the children’s Christmas party today so I had to help plan out everything, help decorate, all that stuff.” You say in a firm voice.

“Calm down babe.” Frank finishes up with the tattoo. “There you go my guy.” Frank whispers to him.

Frank takes off his gloves and walks over to you.

“Come here I miss you.” Frank says softly.

Frank hugs you tightly and you hug him back.

“I missed you too, Frankie..” you whisper.

“I’m clocking out guys! Bye!” Frank waves at his co-workers.

Frank grabs your hand and you both walk to the car.

You two stop holding hands and get in the car.

And you guys drive off.

~

You guys get home and the second the door is closed you two both start making out.

Frank rubs your sides.

“Can we just… c-cuddle on th- the… the couch…” you say though kisses.

Frank pulls off of you. “Of course. You know how much I missed your cuddles all day. Been craving them.” Frank giggles.

You blush and playfully hit Frank. “you’re silly..” you say.

“Let’s go lay down in bed instead. I know your back is killing.” Frank says rubbing your back.

“Mmm.. yeah..” you say in a sleepy tone.

Frank Leads you upstairs to your guys’ room.

You get up there and Frank grabs you at the top of the stairs. “Hey!! Put me down! I can get to bed by myself!” You laugh.

“Shh.. Princess..” Frank mumbles.

He plops you on the bed and pulls the covers over you. He gets In bed and snuggles up to you.

You scratch Frank’s scalp with you’re nails.

“Mmm..” Frank gets more cuddly from that.

“I love you, Frankie.” You say softly.

“Love you too, (Y/N)..” Frank falls asleep.

You fall asleep too.

[iwouldn-tdothatifiwereyou]

Frankie’s First Kiss <3

FRANK IERO x MLM READER

SUMMARY: Y/n and Frank are kissing <3

WORD COUNT: ~700

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Y/N's gotta be giving his boyfriend the most gooey heart eyes anybody's ever seen. The way his heart is a bit too big for his chest and he keeps falling forward if he doesn't focus. Frank stopped talking a few minutes ago, flustered with all the attention.

He'd just been talking about this new guitar riff that he'd perfected with Ray's help, smiling brightly and demonstrating on the air guitar. (Yes, there is a guitar four feet away from them. He is lazy and also Y/N is already sitting on top of him.)

He leans back on the heels of his hands on his bed, making uncomfortably vulnerable eye contact for a second before looking away, face bright red. Y/N grins at him like he's the love of his life or something.

"Can I kiss you?" he says. Forward. Frank can do forward.

"Yeah." Y/N can feel the way he stiffens up, unsure of what to expect. He presses his lips soft against Frank's. It's quick, tender. They pull away, but their faces are infinitely closer together than they had been before. Y/N's giving him the most adoring eyes. Venerating. Frank can't hold his stare but for a second. Shyly sweeps his vision to the side.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Oh. "Yeah." He nods, leans into it a little bit this time. His mouth is more relaxed. Eyes still open, staring at Y/N with a nervous-curious lilt to his gaze. The boy places another kiss on his face, his cupid's bow. Presses a little more, makes Frank's lower lip push out a bit involuntarily. He pulls away, and Frank can see his cheeks are a little pink and his pupils are wide, eyes scrunched up happily and glowing with affection.

"Can I kiss you again?" Frank nods. He finds himself suddenly torn between looking into his eyes and closing them as Y/N kisses him again, just as soft. He goes cross-eyed trying to keep his boyfriend's gaze when he pulls back but stays barely an inch away, so he closes them regrettably. Y/N's breathing into his mouth when he asks, "Again?"

"Mhm." He nods, barely anything. Y/N cups his face with his hands and kisses him again. Frank wants it to last longer. Finds himself chasing after it when his boyfriend pulls away. (Though he keeps his hands where they are, one cradling his jaw and the other pushing up into his mop of brown hair. Brushing through it with careful fingers.)

"Again?" Frank asks quietly, face burning.

"Yeah." He kisses him again. It's just as short as all the others. Soft lips retreat as soon as they've planted on his.

"More?" he says. He's timid.

Y/N's heart squeezes and he loses his breath. When he says "yes" it's just above a whisper, breathlessness evident, and it makes Frank feel a little less nervous.

Y/N's mouth is open just a crack when he kisses Frank this time. Frank clumsily follows, taking in the slow, shallow, almost open-close movement of his mouth against his own and trying to respond to it.

Y/N's chest is a bit too tight for his lungs and his heart; his skin is buzzing. Kind of afraid the electricity is going shoot through his fingertips and shock his boyfriend. Who, fuck, by the way, is tilting his head to one side. Their mouths slot a little closer together and now their noses are pressed into each other's cheeks as they keep kissing.

Y/N pulls back for air first and Frank's cheeks are bright red, eyes fluttering open sweetly with a little pout on his face. He wants to take a million pictures of him.

They lock eyes for a second before Frank's gaze flits back down to his lips. "Kiss me again?" comes the request, though much less timid this time.

Y/N kisses him again. And again and again and again. And again. Frank starts giggling when it becomes a bit uncoordinated, he's kissing the corner of his boyfriend's mouth, Y/N's kissing his cheeks, his jawline, his ear. Frank closes his eyes and grins. He leans back until he's lying down on his bed, Y/N's chest pressed to his, and lets him keep kissing him. He feels like he's glowing from the inside out.

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I don’t write fluff much but when I do I put so much love into it

[hesitant-angel]

heyo :]

so, ive been dying sick of period cramps lately, and it kinda got me thinking of headcanons for gee

if ur ok with that, could u write maybe some gerard X reader around period comfort?

period comfort headcannons ! | gerard way x afab!reader | gender neutral reader |

★ i dont see myself writing anything but small headcannons for period comfort as it isnt something im great with at all :P,, so im sorry if this isnt what you were hoping for!! thank you for the request though, sorry its short !! my masterlist

ー I feel like he'd know a decent amount about periods, or at least the bare minimum depending on which era you're thinking of. In my mind I'd say as he gets older the more he'd know? For example I think that bullets!Gee would know some things but you might need to explain a few things. ーAlthough he knows the basics he may be a little slow on what to do? I feel like as time goes on he'd learn what helps you specifically. ー Is great with keeping you comfortable, if you need space he will give you space, but otherwise? He's by your side. ー PHYSICAL COMFORT !!! Cuddling , forehead kisses, that kinda shit. You two would probably spend a lot of time on the couch or in bed watching movies maybe? ーIf you need him to run and grab something from the store he will. Pads? Snacks? Literally anything. I don't see him being embarrassed to buy pads, he knows it isn't a big deal. ー Would let you borrow his clothes if you really wanted to (I advise against it unless you're certain he showers.. but some people like stinky guys!)

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

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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Hey there! 🖤

Can you make a Gerard Way and Y/N story Inspired By a song "Lover" By Taylor Swift?

I would appreciate that! :-)

Omg you have no idea how much I love this idea!!!

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

Word count :767

Pairing: Gerard way x gn!Reader (no use of pronouns)

Description : so basically moments for Gerard and y/n's relationship inspired by lyrics in the song lover. I left the bridge and the end cuz omg I love this bridge sm!! Also what I wrote is the type of love that I want to have so badly

Gener: fluff (finally writing something that is not depressing)

Warning : none

'We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January. And this is our place, we make the rules'

"Do you think it's time to take the Christmas decorations already?" Gerard asked as he entered the living room, I turned to look at him, a fake disgusted look on my face, pretending to be offended by his question

"And why would we do that exactly?" I raised my right hand and placed it on my heart

"Cuz it's the end of January, all the other neighbors took theirs down" his soft laugh filled the room as I dramatically got up and walked towards him, my hands grasping at his arms as I looked him in the eyes dead serious "they. Are. Boring." I nodded quickly, he smiled at me "Christmas lights are fun. And this is pur house so we do whatever we want" I dramatically gestured towards the Christmas tree

He laughed again, his arms wrapping around my waist as he planted a soft kiss of my temple "we do whatever we want" He whispered in my ear as I smiled knowing that as long as I have him by side the Christmas decorations can stay up forever.

'Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years'

I remember telling my mom "He's the one I'm telling you!" I had just come back from our second date, I was still living with my mother, I was 20, i didn't know anything but for some reason I knew even then that Gerard is the one, mom didn'tbelieveme and i remember telling her "He's the one. I can feel it. It doesn't matter if I know him for only a few minutes or for many many years, he's my one."

Now I sit in Gerard's and mine's apartment, watching a movie with the man I love 

'Can we always be this close?'

I rest my head on Gerard's shoulder, our fingers linked together, he kisses my forehead, I look outside the window at the view we pass by the tour bus

He randomly whispers "I love you" and I whisper it back

We shear secret moments that are just for the two of us, even though the boys are on the bus, sitting not to far from us, talking about whatever

"I like having you close, it's like our hearts beat at the same pace" I whispered in his ear, he turned to meet my lips "please stay this close to me forever" he softly said and I nodded "I forever will"

'We could let our friends crash in the living room, This is our place. We make the call'

"It's fine if the guys stay over tonight? Too drunk to drive home" Gerard came into our room, I put my book down and smiled "of course they can. I live early tomorrow I have band rehearsal so you guys have the house if you need"

He nodded and leaned down to kiss my lips "You're the best" looking at him, I know the only important thing in my life is us, and the rest is just background noise so I didn't mind if the band stays here, besides I like them they're my friends too

'I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all'

"Damn has it really been three years since the two of you got together? " Ray asked as he put his glass back down on the table "it seems like only yesterday day Gerard came home and announced that he's inlove" mikey added, all of us laught at the fact that Gerard throw a napkin his way.  Gerard's hand holding mine and resting on my thigh "three years" I said proudly,  knowing that my man and I are planing on having many more years ahead of us "forever" Gerard said "right?" His eyes met mine "I want all my years to be spend by your side" I said, forgetting that we were out to dinner with the guys "aw you two are adorable and all but I want to be able to hold my food down" frank joked and broke us out of our bubble.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover. My heart's been borrowed, and yours has been blue, All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover, And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me, And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover.