#gerard way fanficton

[moonxmagix]

Cubicles

Pairing: Gerard Way x Fem Reader secretary

CW: power imbalance, use of daddy, brat, spanking, fingering, choking, p in v, slight degradation, drinking, drunk while p in v, semi public ?, face fucking, hair pulling, soft ending, 18+

Summary: You are Gerards secretary and y'all do some nasty stuff in his office and at his home.

It had been my one year anniversary at my new job. I was the CEO’s secretary and was always told how I did an excellent job. I was an overachiever you’d say, I’d take over jobs before my boss told me to, and spend all  nighters on work. I was one of the very few women in the office but I didn’t mind, it usually meant I got more expensive gifts! But my pay for the work I did was not satisfactory. 

I love my job and wouldn’t trade it for the world. My boss Mr. Way was an excellent business man with the best of manners. But, he was a flirt, a tease, you’d say. Your attraction to him never went beyond a steamy makeout session in his office and some hands between your thighs. If you saw him  outside of the law firm you’d never think he was some top boss to a bunch of  lawyers that represented mob members. I will admit it was scary at times having grown men yell at you and not being able to yell back. 

Being from New Jersey the one thing that got me in trouble the most was my mouth. Mr. Way loved it though, it tested his control. His closest friends and top employees were big flirts too, but I didn’t want them as much as I wanted him. 

I walked into the law firm and greeted people as I passed. I had a small office of my own but it wasn’t nearly as spacious as Mr. Way’s. I made special cookie brownies for my one year anniversary here and couldn’t wait to share them. I put all my heavy things away and first went to go get coffee for myself and a couple others. As I stood at the coffee machine I felt a hand smack my ass. I turned  to see Mr. Iero standing next to me, I was so used to him being touchy-feely. “I could sue you for that, Mr. Iero,” I said, trying to sound serious. He chuckled, “You’d lose anyway,” he took a sip of the fresh coffee I made. 

I rolled my eyes, “You’d lose anyway,” I mocked him. “Better watch it or I’ll get you in trouble with Gerard,” he raised his brow following behind me. I opened Mr. Way’s office door to not see him there, “Is he here yet?” I asked Frank. He was always early even before me and I made sure to get there at 6:30 am sharp. Keep in mind I live in Jersey and transport by train to NYC. 

“Haven’t seen him, why? You miss your lil boyfriend,” he teased. I placed his coffee on his desk ready for when he does get here. “Not my boyfriend and I brought a special treat for later and I want him to be the first to try,” I said going to make my way to Mr. Toro and Mr. Mikey as we called  him. It’s confusing to have two different Mr. Ways. “Now, leave me to it, yeah?” I smiled ruffling his long hair. 

I could tell I got him hot and bothered by the way he unbuttoned his first two buttons on his shirt. I walked into the office that both Mr. Mikey and Mr. Toro shared. “Hi boys,” I smiled, receiving compliments from both. “Don’t you look amazing,” Mr. Toro said, kissing my hand. “What’re you dressing up for,” Mr. Mikey asked. “It’s officially been one year since I started,” I smiled. “Thank you for the coffee Mrs. Y/N, and congratulations to you,” Ray smiled and I went to go see if Mr. Way was here yet. 

I snuck by his office and peeked in the door window to see him working on his computer and taking sips of his coffee. I hurried to my office and grabbed the cookie brownies I made. I checked my makeup one last time and freshened up my dark red lipstick. 

My heels echoed in the halls as I nervously approached his door, I knocked before opening right away. Gerard met me at the door and saw my hands full of brownies and papers. “Whatcha got here?” he said excited and curious. He took the papers from me and placed several kisses on my cheek and jaw. Smothering me. 

I blushed and laid the brownies on his desk, a cigarette from his ash tray filling the air with smoke. He stood in front of me, staring at me up and down. “I made brownies and wanted you to be first to try them,” I said, scooting closer to him, our faces inches apart as I put my arms around his waist. “Aren’t you sweet,” he smiled, grabbing my chin and kissing me gently trying not to get my lipstick on him. I gave him a piece and I heard him moan in joy, “They’re delicious but not as sweet as you,” he said, rubbing our noses together cutely. 

But there was more that I wanted to talk about with him, getting a raise. Which I knew wasn’t going to be easy. Gerard sat on his chair taking a puff of his cigarette, “Could I talk to you about something?” I asked shyly. “Of course you can,” he said, patting his lap motioning me to sit on it. I played with his messy hair and took in his features, it didn’t look like he got much sleep. “So?” he said, pulling me out of my gaze. 

“Y’know it’s my one year anniversary here anddd I wanted to see if I could get a raise,” I was so nervous for his response. He chuckled, “We’ll see about that. You’ll have to earn it though,” he said with a smirk. I swallowed, “Haven’t I done enough Mr. Way? So not fair,” I whined. He grabbed my face and pulled his mouth next to my ear, “You watch that fuckin attitude right now, understand?” he said, placing a kiss on my neck. I nodded, when he got dominant like that it made my heart race and that wasn’t the only thing having a heartbeat. 

I moaned when he kissed my neck, making his demeanor change completely. He told me to get up from his lap and I thought he was going to leave the room but he locked the door and put the blinds down so no one could see inside. He rolled up his sleeves and walked over to me with a dominating hunger in his eyes. “Take your skirt off,” he demanded as he sat in his leather chair. 

I hesitantly took my skirt off, leaving me in a black silk button up and black tights. Shoes left with the skirt. He grabbed me and laid me over his lap, “What’re you doi-,” SMACK. I moaned out in pleasure and pain. “Brats like you don’t get to boss around their daddy like that,” he said, smacking each cheek several times. He rubbed and grabbed my ass with such force, leaving more hard smacks. He told me to get up which I did and he shoved all the papers that were once cluttered up to the side. 

He pushed me against the desk, towering over me. I grabbed his black and white striped tie and pulled his face closer to me, “Is that all you got, sir?” I teased him, knowing that would only make him more rough with me. He pushed me onto the table and ripped a large hole in my tights. “Gerard!” I was upset with him at that moment, I didn’t bring an extra pair with me. “I’d prefer if you didn’t wear these. I want easier access to what’s mine,” he said, getting on his knees and kissing around my thigh and on the small fabric that covered my pussy. 

He slowly moved my panties over, running his finger up and down the wetness. I bit my lip trying to contain the moans. He teased my hole with his fingers, “Beg,” he said, removing his fingers. “Gerard please, give it to me,” I begged him, getting sexually frustrated with him. He inserted two fingers and slowly worked them, my juice leaking out and all over his fingers. His thumb rubbed on my clit which drove me mad. I was a squirming, wet, and hot mess for him. 

“Gerard, I..I’m gonna,” I breathed heavily, gripping his full head of hair. “Cum for me you dirty whore,” he growled, slapping my sensitive cunt. I came all over his fingers and he stuck his fingers in his mouth, tasting me. He unbuckled his pants, throwing the belt onto the floor and ripped his pants off, leaving him in his boxers. You could see how hard he was, he pressed his bulge right against my soaking wet cunt. 

He pressed his lips to mine, our mouths dancing messily together. His lips and face were covered in lipstick, but mine was too. Gerard took out his cock and teasingly rubbed it against my folds. He slapped my cunt with it, “How bad do you want it? How bad do you want your boss's cock huh?” he smirked. “Give it to me, I’ve never wanted something so bad,” I whined, throwing my arms around his neck. “You’re forgetting something sugar,” he said, pulling his cock away from my cunt. 

“Please daddy,” I whispered in his ear, my warm breath sending chills down his arms. He slowly put his cock inside me and I moaned in pain and pleasure as he was thick in size. His pace sped up and his hips slammed into mine. My moans echoed in the room and Gerard  kept a tight grip around my throat. “Take that fucking cock,” he murmured in my ear. “Look at you, taking your boss’s cock like the whore you are. Let everyone know how I’ve claimed you,” he said, staring into my soul. “You don’t own me, you stupid man,” I smirked, fighting back with him. 

“Oh yeah? Everyone on this floor can hear you right now taking my fat cock. If they try anything with you they’re gone,” he said, pinning my arms down and slamming into me. My walls tightened as I came all over his cock, my ears rang and my mouth was dry. “Daddy’s gonna cum, holy shit,” he said, pushing his hair out of his face. Gerard had plans of pulling out but I stopped him by wrapping my legs around him, forcing him to cum inside me. 

“Look at you, what a good girl,” he said, kissing me all over my lipstick covered face. “Do I get that raise?” I said, trying to catch my breath. “We’ll see,” he smiled, putting his clothes back on. I took my tights off and threw them in the bin. We looked at ourselves in the mirror and tried our best to wipe off the lipstick. I laughed at him trying to rub it off with his fingers, smudging it even more. 

“Do you think they’re gonna stare at me?” I whispered standing at the door. He chuckled lightly, “No sweetheart, just hide your face and you should be fine,” he said, staying in his office. I took a deep breath and exited. I used my hand to  hide my face but while shielding myself I accidentally bumped into someone. “What the hell happened to you?” Frank said. “Mind your business,” I said pushing past him into my office. I scoured through my purse for my makeup wipes and started hurriedly wiping it off. KNOCK, “I need to talk, it’s important. I’m too impatient to wait,” Frank came in bothering me. 

I groaned in annoyance, “Do you not have any manners? Holy shit,” I said, throwing my wipe away and taking out my makeup to touch up. “Do YOU have any manners?! Moaning for the entire office to hear,” he mocked my moans. I got fed up and took my heel off and threw it at him. 

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It was about 7pm and I was beyond tired, my office was dimly lit by my computer screen and a lamp in the corner. I sighed frustrated trying to set up meetings and such for Gerard. KNOCK, “Come in!” I yelled not taking my eyes off the screen. “My lil workaholic,” Gerard said, leaning against the desk. I sighed, “I wouldn’t be if these people knew how to communicate,” I was frustrated and ran my fingers through my hair. “Log off for the night! Wanna get drinks with us?” he offered, grabbing my stuff and placing it in front of me. “Who’s us?” I asked. “Frank, Ray, Mikey. Oh and Mikey told me he was scared,” Gerard laughed. “He’ll get over it. But yes, I’d love to,” I said, grabbing my cardigan so I wouldn’t absolutely freeze on this autumn night. 

We all walked out of the building together with me wrapped around Gerard’s arm, the taxi ride to the bar was just the guys teasing us for our little workplace hookup. “You’re just jealous!” I exclaimed, nudging Frank in the ribs. 

We got to the bar and we got placed in a dark private corner, Gerard and I sat together on one side and the three of them on the other. Several drinks were ordered and I quickly got drunk but not belligerent. I was so touchy with Gerard, whispering several compliments in his ear all night. “You smell so good, it’s so intoxicating,” I said, kissing his neck. “I want you,” I whispered in his ear. Gerard grabbed my face with his hand and kissed me, “Wait until we get home,” he said which caught me off guard. 

“Home?” I said, confused. “Mhm, you’re going home with me tonight,” he turned his attention back to the table after his sly comment. While I was still intoxicated by his smell and way with words, I got myself on his lap and rested my head on his chest. “Look at you two, your love makes me sick almost,” Ray said jokingly which made me chuckle. “He doesn’t know that,” I said, shushing him with my finger. I loved Gerard, he was my type to the T. I felt his chest vibrate from nervously chuckling at my drunk confessions. 

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I stood outside with Gerard holding me up and forcing water down my throat. Which I fought of course. “Y/N sweetheart it’s starting to rain, please just drink this while I get a cab,” he said sternly which made me stop and do as he pleases. I love when he bosses me around, I couldn’t imagine myself as anyone else’s secretary. 

He catches a cab for us and takes me to his place, my legs draped over his. He walked me to his high rise apartment and I was in awe at how nicely decorated it was. “Holy shit, this is really your place huh?” I said, starting to undress myself without any care in the world. Left to my bra and underwear. I make my way to his bed and hop into the cold sheets, “Can I finally have you?” I giggle trying to hint at him. 

There he stood at the end of bed, undressing himself in such a hurry to get to me. He crawled to me getting under with me and immediately assumed into the big spoon position. His body was so warm despite looking like a vampire. Wet kisses covered my neck making me giggle, “What’s so funny?” he joked. “It just feels good,” I smile, tiredly. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said, shoving his face into my neck, kissing and sucking. “Gerard,” I moaned. “Everyones gonna see-” he covered my mouth, shushing me. 

His other hand trailed down to my abdomen, his fingers slowly lifting the edge of my panties. His fingers worked themselves around my clit, I wanted more of him. “You’re already so fucking wet for daddy,” he growled into my ear. I palmed his cock through his underwear, feeling the wetness of precum leaking through. I stopped him so I could take his cock out, pulling his underwear off and onto the floor. I spit on his head, lubricating my hand. 

“Suck on it you dirty whore,” he grabbed a fist full of my hair. I whimpered as he shoved my mouth onto his cock. My mouth was small and I couldn’t help but gag on his length. He bucked his hips up, going deeper into my throat. Drool began to fall and pool as he face fucked me, not loosening his grip on my hair. I felt him pulse and do one more push down my throat to release himself. He pulled away with cum all over my lips. “C’mere baby,” he said, pulling me back to his chest. 

He lifted my leg and teased my hole with the tip of his cum and saliva covered cock. Without warning he shoved his cock inside me making me gasp in pleasure. “Yeah? This what you want?” he purred in my ear, pounding. The sound of skin clapping together. 

Somehow we ended up in doggy but my phone rang. I groaned in annoyance and I was going to hit decline but Gerard said, “Who is it?” he questioned. “Frank,” I moaned out as he didn’t stop fucking me. “Answer it,” he demanded. I hit the green call button and put it on the speaker. 

“Hey I just wanted to know if you got home safely,” he asked, seeming about as drunk as I was earlier but tried to hide it. “Y-yeah, I did,” I said, trying to not moan or whimper but it still came off suspicious. “Are you okay Y/N? Do I need to come over?” he said, trying to have an excuse to hook up. “No, it’s fine. FUCK!” I yelled into the pillow as Gerard railed me, cumming all over his cock. “Gerard, please-,”  I said, gripping the sheets. 

“Well I’ll let you two love birds have fun,” he giggled like a schoolgirl. I hung up the phone and Gerard pulled my head back by the throat and pulled me up. He kissed me on the neck and back, burrowing his cock deep inside me. He pulled out and I felt his cum leak out of me. 

Our bodies collapsed together and my eyes fluttered. “You’re so hot, you know that?” he said, stroking my hair. “Say’s you,” I poke his chest. “We should probably get cleaned up before we go to bed sticky and sweaty,” he suggested, rubbing my thighs gently and kissing my temple. I agreed and was able to stand but barely, as my legs were too wobbly and weak. Gerard noticed and came to my side, “Let daddy help you,” he said, wrapping his arm around my waist. 

He started the shower and the steam filled the bathroom, we took turns washing each other and it  was everything I could’ve wanted. It was bliss, to have someone care for me, love me, hold me. The thought of past relationships came rushing to my head, I covered my face with my hands. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Gerard asked, pulling my hands from my face. “It’s nothing, really,” I tried sucking up, letting the shower water cleanse my salty face. 

“It’s clearly something, Y/N. No need to hide,” he said sweetly, he was a lot more protective than what I was used to but I loved it. It brought a sense of comfort and safety, not the type of protectiveness that sheltered you from the world. “I’ve just never felt so cared for, so wanted,” I said sniffling. “I’ll always be here for you, you’re my baby,” he said, holding me in his arms, rocking back and forth gently. “Does this make  us…” I said, raising my brows at him. “Partners? Absolutely.” 

[strawbszz]

Cute Paintings And Love

Paring: Gerard way x Gn!reader

Rating: fluff

Requested: none

Word Count: 764

Era: 2003 Gee / basement Gerard

Summary: you came over to your friend Gerard’s house to make comics and draw and you confess to him.

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You and Gerard had been friends for about 5 years! About a year ago you started to have a crush on him but you were too scared at the time to tell him so you bottled it up and felt sad about it.

You and Gee make comics and paint all the time together! But it’s always at his house because he never leaves his cave of a home.

It made you happy that you and Gerard were into the same things like music, art, and music!

You both loved to watched movies at his house and draw. It made you both happy since you were Gerard’s only friend besides his brother Mikey.

You and Mikey are pretty good friends and you tell him about everything. Same with Gerard but some things can’t be said to Gerard like you liking him of course. So you ether bottle it up or tell Mikey and hope he does not tell him or you would do.. mean things to him. Which you definitely would not hurt Mikey because he’s like a brother to you! But Mikey can’t take you serious because you’re not scary or intimating to him.

You knew Gerard had nothing to do that day since he stays home all day and you only see him at school. So you decided to bike to his house and make comics with him and watch movies with him.

~

You arrive to Gerard’s little house. It’s nice and warm looking.

You get off your bike and walk over to the door and knock in it.

You wait patently after you knocked on the door waiting for Gerard.

“Gerard!!! Your friend is here!!!” You hear Mikey say through the door.

Mikey opens the door. “Hi (Y/N).”

“Hi Mikey!!” You hug Mikey.

He hugs you back. He giggles. “Okay well come inside.”

You hum in response.

You walk in to their house. It’s nice and homey feeling. It’s nice and familiar small home. It has old 80s wood walls and warm lighting.

You walk to Gerard’s room to see him trying to clean up quickly before you walk in.

You knock on the door frame. “Hey, Gerard.”

Gerard jumps and looks at you. He’s blushing from embarrassment that he was not done cleaning before you came in. “H-hey..!”

You walk into his room. “You don’t need to clean up for me. My room is worst.” You say.

“I bet your room didn’t have dirty underwear and clothes on the floor.” Gerard giggles.

You laugh.

“Wanna watch a movie??” Gerard says.

“Hmm.. sure! And we can work on that comic!!” You say.

“Oh my god yeah!!!” Gerard says.

You both smile.

~

You two are laying in Gee’s bed with the paper to draw the comics. You two are watching a horror movie. It’s The Shining. You both love that movie.

“Hmm.. should I do this..” Gerard mumbles.

“What?” You say in a slight high pitch voice.

“Should he die or blast her with his gun..” Gerard says.

You laugh. “Duh blast that girl! He’s the main character so he wins.” You say.

Gerard giggles. “Yeah.. that makes sense.”

He draws it out very quickly with nice skill.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

“You okay, (Y/N)..?” Gerard says.

You hum yes. You sit up quickly and sit in your legs and look him in the eyes.

Gerard looks confused.

“I-I have something t-to tell you..” you say.

Gerard nods his head.

You can feel your face getting hot. “I- I… I like you..” you say. Your eyes fill up with tears from embarrassment.

“I-I uh… I like you too, (Y/N)..” Gerard says.

“Really?” Your face lights up.

Gee hums yes. His face is burning red.

Gee sits up a little bit and makes eye contact with you.

Gerard cups your face and rubs your cheek.

He kisses you softly. It’s nice and warm. Gee smells like paint and waffles.

You can feel your face glowing red.

You tearing up from happiness.

You both stop kissing. Your face is about 2 inches away from Gerard’s face.

“You’re so pretty..” Gerard mumbles. He’s breathing heavily. His hazel eyes look so soft and mesmerizing. His lips are swollen. His cheeks are nice and red.

“A-are you okay..?!” Gerard says worried about you. He cups your face and wipes the tears away from your eyes.

You giggle. “I’m fine.. it’s happy tears..!” You smile.

Gerard kisses you softly and slowly.

You stop kissing him slowly and you look at him.

“You wanna snuggle..?” You say softly.

Gerard smiles softly. He hums yes.

[bandbagels]

ever since we met - brendon urie x reader

summary: the day you met your boyfriend, you got yourselves stuck in an elevator

talk to me // masterlist

“Hey! Hold the door!” You cry, trying to not be super late for your first day of class. It was nearly 5 minutes after class had started and all you needed was to get to the second level of the building and you thought you were on the home stretch until the bastard pressed an elevator button.

Not just any button.

The ‘Close Door’ button.

You nearly didn’t catch it, but thank god you did. The door closed before you let out on him.

“What the fuck, dude?” You say but the asshole doesn’t even look sorry.

“I’m late for class, you couldn’t have just caught the next one?” He spits and you huff. He might have been a whole foot taller than you, but there was no way you were backing out now.

“You couldn’t have just held the door for me for a second?” You ask and he rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t have a second, sweetheart, if you hadn’t noticed, I’m late.” He growls and a sudden rage comes over you and in a small fit, you press your hands on the elevator buttons, making each one of them light up.

“What the hell are you doing?” He growls but the rage wasn’t through yet.

“Now you have all the seconds in the world.” You spit back at him and he’s speechless for a second as you realize what you’d done. Now you were going to be late for class.

“Oh fuck,” You curse, “Damn it, I’m gonna be late too now.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure that’s your fault.” He states, leaning against the elevator wall.

“No way, you’re the one who couldn’t hold the door open and acted like an asshole.” You growl at him before red lights flash through the elevator before coming to a complete stop.

“Fuckin’ great, princess, now we’re not even going to get to class.” The guy drops his bag on the floor before sitting next to it, and soon you joined him. Sighing, you realize that that might’ve not been the best way to deal with the situation.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble and after a few moments, he apologizes too.

“I should’ve held the door open for you. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He says, looking at me, “I’m Brendon.”

You smiled at him, “I’m Y/n.”

—

You both listened to the professor continue a lecture on World War 1 when you feel a hand spread out on your knee. You turn to Brendon, who looked intensely focused on whatever the professor was saying, biting the end of his pen. You turn forward, trying to focus but the circles that he’s drawing on your knee are becoming really distracting.

You turn towards Brendon, who’s still staring intensively towards the front.

“What’re you thinking about?” You ask him, making him lean closer without taking his eyes off the front.

“Honestly, I’m really thinking about how good you’d look pinned against that-“You cut him off as you kick him relatively hard, “Ow!” He yelps, drawing the attention of the class, “Sorry, i dropped something on my foot.” He grins sheepishly as he turns to you.

“Now I’m really thinking of pinning you against something.” He whispers, grinning slightly. You scoff, blushing slightly, “Remember when we met? When you got us stuck in the elevator for two hours?”

“That’s debatable.” You mumble, smiling.

“Think you can get us stuck in there again?” He winks, replacing his hand on your knee and repeatedly drawing circles.

tell me something cool to write // masterlist

[parkerspicedlatte]

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people.

1) Nicknames: Ria, Reetz, Moo (don’t ask...)

2) Zodiac Sign: idk i don’t keep up with this shit

3) Height: 5′4′″ (i only JUST measured myself, i thought i was 5′2′’ for the longest time!)

4) Hogwarts House: Geez i don’t know I’ve never read the books/seen the movies

5) Last Thing I Googled: I googled what “projecting” meant and how old the dude from disturbed is (he’s 46)

6) Fave Musicians: 5sos, Billie Eilish, Shawn Mendes, Black Veil Brides, Gerard Way, MATT CORBY, Milk Carton Kids, Jesse Cook, CCR, The Struts, Jonny Cash, Simon and Garfunkel. Yup lots of weird combos....

7) Song Stuck In My Head: Kiss This-The Struts

8) Following: 139

9) Followers: 760

10) Do You Get Asks: Not that often (i would it if you guys would interact, don’t be scared. tell me about whatever ;)

11) Regular Amount of Sleep: sometimes 3 hours sometimes 11 hours. it’s weird

12) Lucky Number: 20, i love the number 20, it’s smooth #OCD

13) What Are You Wearing: Ankel socks, plaid purple pj pants, and a tweedy bird crop-top (not even kidding, it creeps my lil cousins out.)

14) Dream Job: Musicians, baker/barista, butcher, artist, potter....arts stuff

15) Dream Trip: I’m going to Australia in a few years when i get married

16) Instruments: I sing and play guitar, i want to pick up piano and bass (mostly bass)

17) Languages: English, French, ASL, learning German

18) Favourite Songs: at the moment.... The Boxer-Simon and Garfunkel, My Boy-Billie Eilish, Ghost of You-5sos, Silly Notes and Gypsy Clothes-Ron Pope, Hazy Shade of Winter-Gerard Way+Ray Toro (cover), Belly Side Up-Matt Corby, Michigan-Milk Carton Kids,

19) Random Fact: I have never told a single person that I write fanficton (besides you guys obv.)

20) Aesthetic: Sitting out in my screened in porch, small pottery mug of hot tea, rain falling on the tin roof, acoustic classical guitar in hand, blanket over my legs (cause it’s cold), puppy by my side, grey skies. thunder in the distance. 

21) Dogs or Cats: I have a dog, i have always been more of a dog person but i do like cats, one day i swear i will get an Australian Shepard, Great Dane, and Bull Massive. I love those suckers. 

tagging these loveliee: @h0tsos @madformichael @misskarynie @hey-its-grey @softboyshawn @parkerpuffwrites @lovemelikeyou1997 @lokiislowkeyhot @katsens-writing @acebatmickey @harryandmolly @eyestheyseeyou @infiniteshawn @irwinkitten @starksparker @song-bird-shawn @lovely-parker @morningfears @hereforlukescruff @fanboy-tom @zachheroin @welldamnshawn @softforcal @converse-luke @golden-hemmings

[ohnohetaliasues]

My Immortal {Chapter 28}

(Kat)

I did well on my math test, so my mood has improved somewhat. But now, let us resume torturing ourselves.

We went in2 a blak room. The wallz were blak with portraits of gothic bands lik MCR, GC and Marlin Mason all over them. A big black coffin was in the middle. Red vevlet lined da blak box. There were three chairs made of bones with real skullz in dem. I wuz wearing a blak corset bar wif purple stuff on it, fishnet suckings and a blak leather thong underneath.

Am I the only one who thinks a black leather thong would be really uncomfortable?

I sat down one of da chairs dispersedly. So did Drako and Vampire.

“Are you okay?” Vampir asked potting his albastard

You mean Alabaster?

hand on mine. He was wearing black nail polish. I was wearing blak nail polish with red crosses on it.

“Yah I guess.” I said sadly. Drako also pot his hand on mine sexily. I smiled sadly with my blak lipstick.

I feel like I should make another weird stock image here, but I don’t know how to execute that.

“The problem is……………………….I have to seduce Volxemort. Ill have 2 go bak in time”

Draco started to cry sadly. Vampire hugged him.

Seriously, the plot of this fanficton is lost to me.

“Itz okay Eboby.” he said finally. “But what about me? Ur not gonna brake up or anyfing, are you?”

“Of coarse not!” I gasped.

“Really?” he asked.

“Sure.” I said.

We frenched sexily. Vampire looked at us longingly.

Then………… I took off Draco’s MCR shrift and seductvely took of his pants. He was hung lik a stallone.

I’m dying inside from that imagery. Just dying.

He had replaced the Vampire tattoo that said Enoby on it. Black roses were around it. I gasped. He lookd exactly lik Gerard Way. Vampire took a vido camera. (I had sed it wuz ok b4).

When did that happen?

I took of my clothes den we were in 4 da rid of r lif.

We started freching as we climbed into the cofin. He put his spock

I’m still dying from this imagery.

in my you-know-what and passively we did it.

Why is the word passively used constantly here?

“I love you Eboby. Oh let me feel u I need 2 feel u.” he screamed as we got an orgasm. We watched Vampire filmed everything perfectly. Suddenly………………………….

This is very disturbing.

“WHAT THE FUCK R U DOING!”

It was………………………….Snope and Profesor McGoggle!111  

Wonderful.

Anyway, let’s move on to the next chapter.

~Kat

[tirnelsutcliff]

Short Lesson On Writing Fan Fiction: Author's Notes And The Other Notations.

Author's notes are wonderful. They let you talk to your readers. Give them information they need to know about the story, future updates, whatever. But how and when do you use author's notes? The best places to use them is either before the chapter/story or at the end (or both depending on the content of your notes). It is never a good idea to places notes/talk to your reader for the simple fact that it can draw your reader out of the story. Something you do not want. Example: Hi, my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. I have long ebony black hair that reaches my mid-back (that's where my name comes from) with purple streaks and red tips. My eyes are an icy blue that look like limpid tears, and a lot of people say I look like Amy Lee (AN: if you don't know her, then get the hell off this page!). I'm not related to Gerard Way, but I wish I was because he is so fucking hot. Yes I did just use My Immortal as my example. It was honestly the first thing I could think of and may not be the best example. If you have never heard of My Immortal get on Youtube and look up the dramatic readings. I reccomend Bad Fanficton Theater by Kassie Boyd. Really not much I can say other than what I said earlier about it pulling you out of the story. If you have another language spoken (particularly if the sentence was short) go ahead and include a translation in a smooth as way as possible. Shout outs to friends and people who inspired characters, again fine. Include in the author's notes at the beginning or end. I forgot what else I was gonna say, so I shall leave it here for now. My phone is dying.

[moonxmagix]

I have an idea for a fanfic…