#mikey way x reader fanfiction

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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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[2therazor]

hi :))) ive been craving content about basement era gee x reader

imagine him being just the sweetest nerd in the world experiencing love for the first time <3 so dear

could you write something about that? :)

maybe ill turn this into a full blown fic sometime but for now here’s some of my hcs >:)

- i just imagine he would be so awkward, especially when it comes to approaching people

- he probably had a few classes with you and was too nervous to even say anything but the second you said something to him he was so excited because he wouldn’t have been the initiator

- I feel like once you start to get to know each other he’d be so much more talkative, like was that even the same kid who sat next to you in your still life drawing class? and was he always this fucking cool?

- one day after class you saw him waiting for you by the door and he had finally gained the courage to ask you to “hang out” or yknow… pretty much a date, and you would happily oblige

-after a few coffee dates you quickly became inseparable, it was so nice to have someone that was so easy to talk to and shared the same interests as you

-gerard quickly became “gee” and all of your friends would tease you about how giddy you became when you mentioned him

-gerard on the other hand, hadn’t really experienced feelings like these before and quickly began to realize; wow this is love! after days of pondering to his friends, he finally decided to ask you to be his significant other.

-he was always so attentive to you and so kind, which had kind of shocked you due to past (not so great) relationships

-you shared many nights in his parent’s basement in his room listening to countless records and CDs he had piled up on the floor, always finding each other with tangled limbs and shirtless by the morning :)

(holy shit guys I GOTTAAAAA turn this into a fic, just made myself all hot and heavy not gonna lie)

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Wow...I loved Opener! Can you write with Gerard in 2019? Gerard is dating the reader, but he feels insecure because she is younger.

Thank's for liking it! I tried my best with this one - hope you like it!

What's Wrong? - Reunion!Gerard Way x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Age Gap (legal)

Word Count: 648

‘My Chemical Romance Announces Reunion,’ the headline flashed across almost every post on my Instagram feed. 

“Well, they finally know,” I said, looking up at Gerard. He sat up in our bed pulling me in close. 

“Yeah, they do,” he sighed. I could hear my phone buzzing with notifications from our close friends and family about the band’s news. They were the few people that knew about Gee and I’s relationship. 

“What’s wrong? I thought you were excited to make music with the boys again,” I turned to face him straight on. I could tell he was keeping something from me, his energy was off. 

“Huh?” He seemed to be in his head, something that happened a lot with him. 

“I said, what’s wrong?” I got up out of bed and grabbed my sweater, ready to grab Gee his morning coffee. He let out a loud sigh, running his hands over his face and stretching out his arms. 

“It’s nothing, Honey.”

“Do I need to call Mikey?” I was starting to get worried. Gee always communicated how he felt with me–it was what made our relationship work. I wasn’t prepared to let that change now. 

“I said it’s nothing!” He snapped, making me flinch. I turned around and walked out into the kitchen to make him a coffee, waiting for him to get out of bed. I couldn’t possibly imagine what the issue was. He didn’t seem anxious about being back on stage, or writing music for My Chem again, or even about being on a long tour. Mikey had told me Gerard had always struggled being away from home when on tour but I didn’t think that would be the issue. With my head hanging I placed his coffee on a coaster on the counter. 

“I get it if you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong but I’m here if you need me,” I muttered. Gerard took a sip of his coffee, letting out a relaxed breath. 

“Did you know that you’re 18 years younger than me? You’re 27 and I’m 45,” he spoke. Of course I knew that, it had never been an issue between us before. I didn’t know why it was an issue now. I nodded along, waiting for him to continue. “I don’t think you should come on tour with me.”

“What?” I definitely wasn’t expecting that. 

“You heard me Y/N,” he announced. He had to be joking, of course I was going with them. “I love you, you know I love you. I just–I don’t want the fans to have an issue with our relationship, all the others are married to people their age and if you get upset or hurt–” Of course he was comparing us to the others. I couldn’t believe that he was worried I’d get hurt from this. I was tough, I wasn’t going to break down just because some people had an issue with our relationship. The others’ partners were a totally different story, Frank had been with Jamia forever, Mikey had been with Kristin for a few years now, Ray practically had his whole life sorted out–Gerard and I were just different. “I can’t handle you getting hurt.” His hands started to shake, his vulnerability displaying itself clearly. 

“Hey, hey,” I cupped his face, “I don’t need you being insecure about our relationship. We are happy together, right?” he nodded slowly, “And none of our friends or family have an issue with us?” he shook his head slowly, “So we’re going to be fine.” His nerves seemed to subside as I reassured him everything would be okay. 

“Are you sure? I just don’t want–” 

“I’m sure honey,” I flashed him a soft smile before pressing my lips to his. He kissed back tiredly, his eyes still semi-heavy from the long night’s sleep. It was going to be okay. 

“I guess we’re going on tour.”

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[littlesunshine1223]

KOBRA KID HEADCANONS??????

Kobra Kid NSFW Headcanons

- he prefers to be in charge but he does have his moments where he wants to be a good boy for you

- he might look like a twink to most people but the second the two of you are in the bedroom it’s a whole different story

- the only times he’ll submit to you completely is if he knows you’ve been having a rough day or if it’s your birthday

- he has a temper (just like Party Poison) and if you piss this snake off enough you’ll feel his bite because you won’t be able to walk the next day

- tug his hair, mark him up with hickeys, leave a perfect handprint on his ass, and edge him till he’s about to cry if you want him to submit for the night

- *Slaps roof of car* this bad boy can go for many many rounds and great potential to make you unable to walk properly for a week

- if you wear his jacket then go lay and spread out on his motorcycle then he will go feral and he’ll have to be drug off you

- his neck, sides, thighs, and chest are his most sensitive spots and if you leave hickeys on any of those places then he’ll get hard by just the sight or even when it’s mentioned

- wanna tease him and turn him on bend him over the nearest surface and whisper what you want to do to him/what you want him to do to you or simply wear his clothes and wait for him in your shared bedroom

- The other Killjoys in the diner threatened to kill you and bury you in the sand when they saw a big hickey on Kobra’s lower neck and collarbone but now the two of you never hear the end of it from Ghoul who likes to tease the two of you

- once he gets between your legs he doesn’t want to get out and if you try to pull him away he’ll whine like a dog and almost start crying from the thought you didn’t like him going down on you

- just reassure him and give him a few kisses and he’ll be on top of you in no time as he rails you into the mattress while praising you and giving you sloppy kisses

[centralperkspoison]

I Can See You - G. Way

PAIRING: Gerard Way x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: sexual references, a little fluffy.

SUMMARY: You and Gerard have known each other for years. When you finally confess to him, everything works out! But how do you keep it as a secret? (Based loosely on I Can See You by Taylor Swift)

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

OTHERS: me posting? whattttt?! this was highly inspired by the song I Can See You by Taylor Swift, so I recommend listening to that while you read. Also, I haven't posted a fic in like a year this is crazy. also!!! not my usual work, not that much fluff just more back story. idk i have wrote in a while so im sorry!

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YOU KEPT EVERYTHING PROFESSIONAL. You and him only showed your true emotions behind closed doors. You'd brush past each other in the hallways most of the time ensuring to not let anyone catch on.

Of course, you and Gerard were friends to the public eye. You and him were the two lead singers of My Chemical Romance, but what happened behind closed doors stayed there.

You'd moved next door to the Way family when you were fairly young, quickly becoming friends with the two brothers despite the slight age differences; Mikey was three years older than you and Gerard was six years older, which is why in the beginning everything had to be quiet. But of course, you had kept your feelings for the nerdy older brother hidden since you were six, so that wouldn't be too hard.

When the band began recording for Bullets you had just turned eighteen and Gerard was almost twenty-five, which is when it first started.

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"Why don't I understand basic song structure," You groaned. "You clearly have it down."

Gerard scoffed, "I do not have it down whatsoever, I just actually ask for input unlike someone who's stubborn as hell." He laughed. 

It was only the two of you on the bus, the rest of the guys were inside a restaurant buying breakfast while before you traveled four hours to only record half the album for Bullets.

"Here, bring it over so I can look at it." He said, sitting up on the couch on the bus. You slowly walked towards him, hoping he wouldn't realize who it was about. You silently hoped he couldn't tell, then sat next to him and handed him the lyrics you had written so far. He began analyzing them and handed them back to you.

"It's good, but the bridge should have more meaning. You've described this person in such a beautiful light, then the bridge is just happily ever after? Include some of the struggle in the relationship." You nod, beginning to write. He watches you closely from over your shoulder causing you to face the other way and lay down on him so he could get a better view. This was nothing unusual for you two, it was normal for you to lay on him or anyone else in the band.

You took his words into consideration, then started writing lyrics along the lines of 'If only he knew,' and 'I could see you being my addiction, you could see me as a secret mission.' along with some more context.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" He called, you could feel his heart speed up from your spot on his chest. "Yes, Gee?" You say, looking up at him. "Who is this about?" He asked quietly, playing with your long hair. You dropped your pencil and sat up, facing him. "Is that really important right now?" "I mean not really, I'm just a bit curious." He says with a slight smirk across his face. You just shrug and walk to where you were sitting previously to the whole song structure conversation. Once you sit down, he began speaking again.

"I mean of course the description sounds a little similar, short black hair, hazel eyes, crooked smile," He says, walking behind your chair and gripping it and looking down at you from over the back of the tall chair. "I would say Frank, but his hair doesn't exactly fall under that category anymore, and when you think about it, I'm the only one with short black hair now." He smirks. He already knew, but he was just trying to play around and have a little fun before he had to make his own scary confession.

"God, okay Gerard, the song is about you." You roll your eyes trying to make it come out as if you're not afraid to say it. "Wait, you're actually admitting it?" "Yes, I have a big fat crush on you, now can you please just turn me down already so I can get over it sooner." You sigh, and he walks around your chair so you two are facing each other now. 

"(Y/N), I'm not rejecting you," He smiles. "C'mere." He says, opening his arms for a hug, and you quickly throw yourself in his arms. You two linger in the hug for a while before you take a step back and look up at him. You two were so close your noses were touching. 

"May I?" He asks, moving his hand up so he's cupping your jaw. You lean into his touch and nod.

-

After you two established your feelings, your situationship turned into a relationship that ranged from sweet moments to insanely sexual ones, not that you had a problem with that, of course. It was just difficult keeping it from your best friends.

Eventually, fans began sniffing the two of you out. How you would always sit next to each other in interviews, when you were on stage you would always seem as if you were singing to him and he was singing to you, when they watched Life On The Murder Scene every time there was a video on the bus you'd have your legs sprawled out on top of his or you'd be laying on him, and even away from the bus he'd always send you looks.

You started seeing the fans reactions on Twitter in the two of your comment sections.

(Y/N)(Y/L/N): Day off with my boys! &lt;3

mcrlover616: OMG R U AND GERARD DATING

frerard4li4e: Gerard belongs to Frank, girl. Back off.

bugmomma24356: You and Gerard are so cute ug! &lt;3

After trying to cover up everything to the best of your abilities, nothing made them believe you, even your own band mates started thinking the two of you were together, so you two had to act more distant. 

No more laying on him, no more lingering hugs, and definitely no more making out on stage just to "make the crowd go wild". 

-

The two of you had to be entirely secret for almost a year now, and it was the first night of your new tour, Rise Against the Black Parade. 

Gerard brushes his shoulder against yours in the hallway while you two walk into the dressing room, shooting you a look. "Oh sorry, (Y/N)." He says quietly and slides his arm across your back before sitting two seats away from you in the dressing room. 

Makeup took a while, but you and Gerard were the last to finish. Once your artists left the room he sprung up to lock the door, and quickly met you in the middle of the room. 

He rested his hands on your hips and you hand your arms on the back of his neck, while he pressed his lips to yours aggressively. You parted from him for a moment, "Now don't go messing up our makeup," You smirked. "We can fix it ourselves." He grunts, picking you up and placing you on the counter.

The two of you were in there for a total of five minutes before someone started knocking on the dressing room door, causing you to jump like two teenagers caught by parents. "Hello? Who's in there, we need to change!" You hear Frank say from the other side of the door. The two of you quickly check your makeup to make sure it wasn't messed up, then you walked to the door to unlock it before turning to Gerard.

"You know, if stopped hiding... it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." You said and he began to shake his head. "The age difference, (Y/N)." "It's six years, Gee. At least it's not like twenty or thirty like some other couples." You say, causing him to shrug. "I guess it's not the worst thing in the world." 

You walk over and unlock the door allowing Frank to come in with the costume cart. Once he realized it was the two of you he gasped. "You?" He said pointing to Gerard, "And you?" He said pointing to you. You turn to Gerard and tilt your head. "Yeah yeah, big deal." He said walking over to wrap an arm around your waist.  That night was one of your best shows yet. You two started showing affection on stage once again, you put your emotion back into your lyrics, and you even got a chance to preform the song you wrote for Gerard that started the whole relationship.

[lucajayms]

i just read 75% of unholyverse for the first time (me who's been in this fandom since 2015) and i am shook!! stop making me like bob!! asotm is next 🏃‍♀️

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hyello !!! tis tooth again !!!! i wanted to share some guidelines abt writing/fanfics etc !!!

☞ requests are: open!! ☜

who i will write for:

- mcr

- fall out boy

- more tba

what i will write:

- fluff

- angst

- smut/nsfw

- most of anything tbh

- hcs/blurbs/shorts mostly

what i would like upon request:

- any deets you can give me !!

- masc, fem, nb/what pronouns

- scenario, obv

- im open to polyam requests too !!! basically anything !!!

KEEP IN MIND !! :

- i do not have a set writing schedule

- i do this for fun, and may want to stop

- my skills are debatable !!

- HOWEVER i am willing to work with peeps !! i just like to be silly !!!

perhaps more tba, but im feeling creative and shiz so yeah !!!

- tooth out

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[gghoulishdelight]

"At the End of the World, or the Last Thing You See.."

pairing: mikey x gn!reader x ray

genre: fluff xtreme!!

a/n; based off of a dream i had, except not ghost of u mikey cuz i dont want him to die

/ look at these nerds<33 luv them /

"micheal james way, stop messing with your hair before i pin your hands down!"

mikey jumps at the stern sound of your voice coming from the entrance of his dressing room, a sheepish look on his face as he meets your glare through the mirror he's facing. he couldn't help himself, he was nervous and he didn't feel as if his hair looked like it should, but then again, he wasn't all that interested in costume design like you were. you technically weren't their costume designer, but you were definitely the one who ran around making sure everything looked according to plan when they had photoshoots and videos. his hands drop back down to his sides under your stern glare before you have the chance to make your threat come into fruition, his face turning the slightest bit pink as he heard gerard's giggles echoing from their own dressing room. god, he's never going to hear the end of this.

"if you would stop messing with your hair, you wouldn't have to be teased by your brother and i could finally help ray get his hair into a ponytail before you lot have t' go onstage," you scold the taller way brother while you fix his hair in place again, having to stand on your tiptoes the tiniest bit so you can reach. speak of the devil, mikey thinks as ray pops his head into the room, curious to know what's being said about himself. he grins at mikey through the mirror, silently giggling at how silly the two of you look right now and venturing into the room further.

"i heard my name, what's up?" ray's gentle voice draws your attention away from mikey for the time being, your face softening as you look at him and smile sweetly. ray always had a calming effect on both his partners, no matter the situation.

"nothin', just your boyfriend here can't seem to stop messin' with his costume long enough that i can help you get ready," you tease a little more lightheartedly this time, earning a little grin from mikey. he stays quiet as you trail your hands down from fixing his hair to gently cupping his cheeks, only letting out a little hum of content when you reward him with a gentle peck on the lips.

ray clicks his tongue in mock disappointment as he wiggles his way behind you, resting his chin atop your head and wrapping his arms around your midsection to pull you in close. "let me guess, you already threatened to pin his hands down?" he teases with a grin, only to giggle when you turn your head away from them both to try and hide the blush dancing on your cheeks. mikey takes this as a chance to start peppering soft kisses along the side of your neck, smiling at the way you try to squirm out of ray's grasp.

"guysss, c'mon! you gotta go out in 15, and i still needa fix up ray!" you complain in a whine, yet there's no actual bite behind your words, just soft love and warmth for the two. they end up letting you go after a few more seconds of affection, but only after mikey steals one last kiss from you.

"thank you," he whispers almost silently, taking your hand and tapping thrice on your palm, his silent way of saying 'i love you' when he didn't have the words to say it aloud. you just smile, tapping back and grinning widely at the way his eyes light up at your understanding. you don't think you'll ever get over the way he seems so fascinated with you responding in turn. he and ray share a kiss before you tug ray out of the room, only to be met with gerard and frank mockingly 'making out' (aka pretending to kiss and moan while also giggling their asses off) outside of frank's room, clearly pretending like something unholy had been happening between the three of you. you just sigh and bite back a grin, ignoring ray's noise of protest at their actions as you drag him away from the scene and into his own room, only to blush furiously at frank's shouts of "use protection!".

you don't know what you'd do without these guys, even if they tormented you to no end.

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Mcr headcanon: y/n (gn) is starring in a horror movie and they’re character d!es in the movie.

Like they d!e in a HORRIBLE way, like horrifying way, how do the boys react to it?

TW: mentions of a fictional character's death, mentions of food, mentions of jealousy

Gerard

I'm literally on my way back from a Yosakoi festival after getting up at 3am (it's 9pm currently, I had 4 hours of sleep), and my feet have been in soaking wet shoes for the past 10 hours (I think they're starting to develop gills) because the rainy season decided to made a comeback and they had to cancel the fireworks because of that (at a festival that's called a "fire carnival" of all events), and you're coming with this? Not formatted properly because I'm literally sitting in a bus, that's driving through the Kyūshū night while I have glitter stones stuck to my face and two braids with Yukata-hair-accessories on my head.

WC: ???

Assuming Gerard knows what's gonna happen, he's probably looking forward to it. He's sitting in your living room, watching the screen attentively, the snacks you were sharing long forgotten as his eyes follow the action. He's leant forward, ellbows on knees, asking "oh, is this where it happens?" in an almost gleeful voice. Depending on how sudden the scene happens, he either gets jumpscared or just follows the story like the most interesting lecture. Either way he ends up laughing, and leaning back into the couch once it's over, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead. "Well done," he'll tell you with his lips pressed to your forehead.

Would he watch that movie again: sure! It's a good movie! Next time he'd like to discuss the foreshadowing of the ending through the use of colours and the weather in the early scenes of the movie.

Mikey

Mikey loves horror movies, and that his s/o is staring in one is just a major plus to him. He has a lot of experience with horro movies, so he catches on pretty early that your character is going to die, even if you didn't tell him. He would low-key get excited about it. A voice in the back of his head tells him that 15 or 20 years ago the idea of watching a character that has the face of a beloved person die on screen would have terrified him, even though he was very well able to tell fiction from reality, but now he just enjoys the action, as he feels you cuddled into his side. He might even go as far as offer ideas for even more gruesome deaths, or ways to make the character's death even more painful for the audience.

Would he watch that movie again: absolutely! Has the potential to become a new favourite of his.

Side note: my seatmate just fell asleep on my shoulder. I shall not move until she wakes up.

Ray

Ray would generally be pretty chill about it. He grew up with horror movies too, and he is used to seeing you on screen, so he isn't all too bothered by it, but probably more bothered than Gerard. He doesn't show it all too openly, only pulls you in after the scene is over and praises your work. The only indication that he is more affected by it than he lets on is when he pulls you in a little tighter that night, holding you close to his warm body with his nose buried against your neck. (Seatmate just tried sitting up, and failed. Head is back on my shoulder.)

Would he watch that movie again: he wouldn't necessarily bring it up by himself. If he wants to see you act, there are other movies you're in, where you get a happy end, or at least don't die (he prefers watching those over watching your character die, even if he has to suffer through watching you kiss another actor or actress in front of the camera. It always makes him a bit more self-conscious watching you kiss those perfect people, even if it's not real, and he get a bit more clingy than usual for a few days afterwards.)

Seatmate sat up again, is leaning towards the other side now.

Frank

Frank plays is cool, but isn't. Like the others he has seen enough horror movies and has seen you enough on screen. He's even okay with your characters making out with other characters on screen, even though he does have a (well controlled) possessive side that usually tries to act up when some person is hitting on you. (Seatmate's head is back on my shoulder. She's so cute.) So he knows he shouldn't feel that pit in his stomach opening, it's just fiction after all, you're right here next to him, babbling about how hot the studio was that day while playing with his fingers. Still he closes his eyes at the last shot showing your character staring up right past the camera with lifeless eyes. He has watched your characters die on screen before, but something about the way this is portrayed hits different. "Whoa, that looked pretty real," he'd chuckle, his voice a little more shaky than he'd like to admit, "rad acting there!" Luckily you know him well enough to see through his facade. You know he's self-conscious about his feelings towards this scene, so you don't address it directly, but you scoot a little closer to him at night, and he takes the invitation, and wrappes you in his arms (which is rare, since he usually needs a little bit of space to fall asleep).

Would he watch that movie again: only if you asked and he couldn't come up with an excuse not to watch it. He'd rather not see this last shot of your face again.

And since nobody asked, you get a picture of our banner

[2therazor]

clean sheets

w/c: 2916

revenge gerard x reader

content warnings: afab, dom reader, mommy kink, slightttt masochism, established relationship, unprotected sex, degradation

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!THIS IS A REPOST FROM BEFORE I DELETED THIS BLOG!

it had been an extremely long day. extremely long. all day your boss on your ass about this and that, every thought straying further away from stability. wasn’t being an adult supposed to be fun?

as soon as you pulled into the driveway you felt your heart sink, every emotion in the world had just hit you at once as you slowly got out of the drivers seat and closed the door. the only thing on your mind was walking into the front door and being able to see gerard. days like this he would for sure be sat on the couch watching anything ranging from a superhero movie to a horror movie. (and nowhere in between) you smiled at the thought as you slowly pushed open the front door.

“hey baby,” he called from the couch as you slowly shut the door.

you kicked off your shoes and set down your bag without saying a word. gerard knew something was off right away. you were never this quiet coming home.

“hey.” you sighed, trying to hide the frustration and irritation in your voice. which you knew, wouldn’t do much. gerard always had a way of knowing if something wasn’t right, even if you tried to be as nonchalant as possible, there was no getting past him.

“what’s wrong?” he paused the movie and turned his head to look at you in the doorway. your head was down the entire time, looking at your feet.

the question alone was enough to make you crack as you quickly burst into tears, not lifting your head from your feet to look at gerard. you knew the look of concern on his face would probably only make it worse and you hated to worry him.

“oh sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he shifted from his spot on the couch and made his way over to you, slowly wrapping his arms around your body. the scent of his cheap cologne mixed with cigarettes was all too familiar to you. never once did you not feel safe in his arms, especially when you were like this.

“it’s just- my stupid fucking boss again” you choked between sobs, burying yourself deeper into his sweater.

you felt an arm come up to rub small circles on your back as he pulled away from you, looking at you with those soft, hazel eyes. you could’ve swore you’d die right there. he spoke gently, “was she on your ass again about the drafts?”

you nodded, attempting to hide in his arm again, but he stopped you, bringing a hand up to your cheek to wipe your tears.

“I’m just so frustrated and irritated, she makes me feel like i’m always doing everything wrong. i cant stand being treated like im like five years old and incapable of doing my job.” you brought your own sleeve to wipe your nose and eyes, wondering how gerard could see you like this; a sobbing mess, and still think you were the most beautiful thing he’s laid his eyes upon.

“i know baby, i know. why don’t you come sit with me for a bit, I’ll make you some tea and you can just relax for a bit.”

you smiled up at him and nodded gently. he always knew how to comfort you even if it was something so small and ridiculous in your mind.

“okay, come on,” he put his hand in yours and gently guided you over to the couch to sit. when he tried to walk away to turn the tea kettle on, he was stopped by a hand grabbing his sweater.

“stay? just for a little? just wanna hold you, please”

you croaked, lowering your hand.

he smiled gently, black hair falling into his eyes. “okay, yeah. ok i can do that.”

you smiled as he sunk into the couch. immediately, you crawled into his lap as he wrapped his arms around you.

you both stayed like this for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence when you began to feel a bit antsy. moving around every few minutes, hoping gerard wouldn’t notice.

but the truth was, it was hard not to notice what you were doing. squirming more and more as time went on. when you realized gerard was playing dumb, you looked up at him and weakly spoke.

“gee?”

he turned his head to look at you, but he had that sick sly grin on his face. he definitely knew what you were trying to do. but still, he played along, acting all innocent, pretending he didn’t have a clue.

“what’s up?”

you bit your lip, embarrassed to even bring it up, but still you tried, “can we… try something?”

there it was, that smile that he tried (but failed miserably) to hide, gently looking down at you, bringing a hand to your face. “what did you have in mind?”

you were so flustered but were getting to a point where none of that mattered anymore, so gently you said, “like… maybe i could be dominant? push you around, make you beg… just need to let off some steam..”

gerard was failing so hard to keep his composure, all he could muster out was a mere “fuck baby”

you smiled, slowly snaking up to his face and pulling him in for a heated kiss. kissing gerard was usually gentle and slow, but now he seemed desperate, practically begging you without words to push your tongue deeper into his mouth.

he pulled away for a second, hair messy, lips slick with your saliva and his combined. “lets take this to our room?”

you smiled and gently put a hand on his chest, trailing your fingers closer to his obvious bulge.

“yeah, I’d like that”

on the way to the bedroom you two could hardly keep your hands off of each other, gerard grabbing you by the hand and dragging you down the hall only for your lips to collide again as soon as he shut the door.

“gee?” you broke the kiss to say

“yeah baby?”

there was a spark in your eyes as you lowered your head to smile and speak. “go sit on the bed.”

gerard could’ve sworn he felt his dick twitch at that comment, he simply complied. making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge, waiting patiently.

“aw, already being so good baby… but I’m gonna need you to sit all the way on the bed, can you do that for me?”

gerard felt his face turn red, god it was so hot to see you like this, him listening to every command you spoke, not questioning a damn thing. he felt so vulnerable, but god did he love it. you were intoxicating, there was no doubt about that.

and so, he slowly crawled back further onto the bed, groaning at the tight feeling in his jeans.

“sweetheart, please… i need you.”

god he was so needy, you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “did you really think it was gonna be that easy? christ gerard, i haven’t even taken my clothes off and this is how you treat me?”

his eyes widened with anticipation, not knowing what to say next he blurted out,

“mommy, please. im sorry.” he stifled a moan.

fuck. you were done for.

you tried to keep the façade up as you slowly walked over to the bed and began to strip slowly, making sure gerard was watching your every move. and he was, practically fucking you with his eyes.

he moved a hand down to attempt to touch himself but was quickly stopped by your hand attempting to pin his wrist to the bed.

“did I say you could touch yourself?” you growled climbing into his lap, still in your panties.

he turned his face to the side, attempting to avoid eye contact. you were not gonna let him off that easy.

“look at me. did I say you could touch yourself gerard?”

he whined at the pressure of you on his lap and slowly breathed out, “no.. im just. fuck i need you baby. need to be inside of you.”

a slap rang through the room, gerard gently bringing his hand up to his cheek.

“you’re not behaving gerard. good boys wait. and what are you supposed to call me?”

his glossy eyes turned to you as he spoke, “im sorry mommy. i’ve been bad. didn’t mean to-“

you cut him off with a kiss, this time more gentle.

“color?” you asked, gently stroking his cheek.

“green. fuck green” he breathed out

you smiled as you went back to kissing down his neck, slowly grinding down on his lap with each kiss.

gerard really couldn’t be in his pants much longer, and as you pulled away from his neck, he asked quietly, “mommy? can i take my pants off? please…”

you smiled, gently moving to push your leg against the tent that had been growing in his jeans.

that was enough to make gerard whine and moan all over again, attempting to cover his mouth with one of his free hands. you quickly put a stop to this.

“no, wanna hear you baby boy, you’re so pretty. gotta hear you moan while I fuck you.”

his eyes shut tight and hips bucked against your leg as he let out another high pitched moan.

you smiled, slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down but leaving his boxers on. quickly he kicked away his jeans and they were lost to the floor for the third time this week.

pre come leaked in a small patch on his boxers, barely visible underneath the black fabric. you were practically dripping wet at the sight, not once breaking eye contact as you freed his cock from his boxers.

this earned you a small whine from gerard who had his head thrown back against the pillows with labored breathing. you could see sweat glistening on his forehead, wondering how he got worked up so quickly with you.

“gee baby?” you got his attention, tugging on the hem of one of his many band tees that had seemed to be falling apart at the seams.

“mm?” he replied, soft and quiet. god how did you get so lucky.

seconds later, you were pulling the shirt off his head throwing it to the floor along with his boxers. he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in the world. long black locks sticking to his forehead, leftover makeup from nights before.

“c-can you touch me?” he whined, squirming around beneath you.

“i don’t know… you’ve been so so impatient all night. dont know if you deserve it…” you started to trail off.

that really made gerard move beneath you. you could tell he was biting his tongue, holding back from talking back to you again because he knew the consequences.

noticing his movement you slowly dragged your panties off your body. “think you can do something for me baby?” you enquired as he watched you with eager eyes.

“yes, i can do anything for you mommy.” his voice barely audible as he looked up.

“can’t hear you baby…” you gripped your fingers around his throat, giving him a tight squeeze. “speak up, or i’ll just leave you here for another hour.”

his voice was strained as he tried to speak through your hand gripping down on his throat. “please. god please, i’ll do anything, i’m your good boy please.”

you chuckled at his babbling, slowly removing your hand from his throat “so needy…” you said moving your pussy closer to his face. “gonna sit on your face, and if you’re good, i’ll fuck you hard and rough like you like.” you knew the power you held over him right now and you were not going to break character. not when your boyfriend was a sweaty, whiny, mess underneath you. you swore you felt it go straight to your core at the thought,

before he could respond, you lowered yourself onto his face, thighs on both sides of his head, causing him to grip onto your thighs.

“gerard.” you said in a stern tone.

he quickly realized his mistake removing his hands from your body.

“why are you so needy today? you want mommy’s pussy so bad? you have to fucking earn it whore.” you spoke above him before lowering yourself on his face again. he started out slow, small licks from the bottom of your dripping cunt to your clit, sucking hard.

“fuck baby,” you moaned attempting to grind harder down on his face. still, he continued, licking every drop from you, making filthy noises and sucking on your clit in between licks. you were so close, every breath stifling as you sunk further down on him. his tongue plunging deeper and deeper.

gerard could tell you were close, he knew the tell-tale signs of your orgasms like the back of his hand. he sped up, eating you out with so much desperation that it was almost pathetic.

“ah- gerard fuck.”

he stopped for a moment, lightly using his hands to push you off of his face so he could speak. “please cum baby… please, wanna taste you on my tongue, just fucking use me.” before bringing you back to his mouth

you broke, a moaning, overstimulated mess above him as you reached your high, legs shaking as you slowly moved off of his face breathing heavily.

you noticed gerard hadn’t gotten any softer down there, in fact, he looked bothered. the tip of his cock so red and sensitive, pre-come still leaking from the tip. you smiled gently and caressed his cheek. “you did so fucking good for me baby… want me to fuck you? fuck you so hard you can barely think?”

he nodded quickly and sighed out of relief. he needed you so badly.

“fuck me, please. be rough, do whatever you want… just need you now.”

and that's all you needed to hear before sinking down on his cock. still, even if you had been together for almost two years, it was always difficult to adjust to his size. he moaned at the sight of you, throwing his head back and exposing his bare neck. quickly, you wasted no time marking his neck. you knew he loved it when you bit him, licked him and kissed him up and down his neck. always relishing the sweet sounds that came with it. he brought his hands up to cup your breasts, rubbing small circles around your nipples.

you quickly sat up and began to move your hips at an even pace. gerard’s moans filling the room as you bounced up and down on him, not stopping.

for a moment you looked down at him, he was so fucked out it was unbelieveable. you slowly reached your hands down to his neck to choke him again. you felt him go stiff underneath you, letting out a guttural moan from his throat. his eyes grew soft, and although you were in charge, a wave of adoration flooded you as he grabbed your hand and pushed it down harder against his throat.

you picked up the pace again, hands still squeezing his neck tight.

“fuck.. so good..feels so. good.” he babbled beneath you, you could hardly keep your composure at this, that tight knot in your stomach making itself extremely noticeable again.

you moved your hands away from his throat to bring them to his thighs, slapping him as you sped up. you knew he liked it rough, and after the day you had, he told you not to hold back. and that’s exactly what you did.

“gee, m’ so close” you whined, still not slowing down.

“me too- fuck. can we cum together? please? i’ve been good.”

you had to hold yourself from cracking up because he had been anything but good. still, with the state you were both in, you didn’t have the strength to boss him around anymore. you needed release and so did he.

“yes baby, cum for me. do it hard, come for mommy like a good boy…” and it seemed those were the magic words as gerard bucked his hips up in one thrust, and you felt the familiar twitch of him inside of you. you came shortly after, barely able to sit up anymore.

both of you breathing heavily looked at each other and smiled as you slowly climbed off of your boyfriend’s lap, careful not to make too much of a mess.

gerard quickly slid out of bed and grabbed a towel from your shared closet to wipe you down before you had to clean the sheets for the fourth time this week. once he was done he pulled you into his arms, smiling and humming as he looked down at you, almost asleep.

“doing okay?” he asked with a slight hint of concern in his voice.

“yes, more than okay actually” you giggled, bringing his arm around your shoulder. “how about you baby? are you okay?”

“oh god yes,” his cheeks turned upright as he tried to laugh it off, acting like he didn’t have some of the best sex in his life with you.

you smiled into his chest, and although he couldn’t see it, he could feel the curve of your lip pressed against him.

“nap time?” he asked, pulling the covers over the both of you.

“yes, definitely.” you curled back into him and gently dozed off, forgetting about the god-awful day you had.

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CHEERARD!!!!!!!!1!!

Cheerleader - Gerard Way x Reader

Warnings: Making out, sexual references (Frank lmao), Gerard feeling insecure.

Word Count: 1141

A/N: Honestly love that I have an anon keeping me writing for MCR bc I literally love them so much. While TOP is my main favourite thing at the moment, MCR and Gerard feel like old friends that I love to revisit whenever I can 😘

The hum of the crowd grew louder outside the dressing room, sending a low, thrilling buzz through the walls. I leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, watching as Gee adjusted his green and white cheerleader costume in the mirror, fidgeting with every little detail. He looked incredible—though I could tell by the pinched look in his eyes and the way he chewed his lip that he didn’t feel that way.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, glancing at me through the mirror. His voice held an edge of nervousness that was rare for him. Gerard was usually so fearless, so unapologetic. But tonight, something about this outfit had him on edge.

“Positive,” I said, pushing off the door frame and walking up behind him. “You look...”

I trailed off on purpose, letting my eyes wander up and down his body, drinking in every inch of him in the little pleated skirt, the cropped shirt. His eyes met mine in the mirror, cheeks flushing a faint pink. He looked shy but tried to cover it with a smirk.

“Ridiculous?” he guessed, tugging at the hem of the skirt. “I mean, look at me. They’re all gonna laugh, you know that, right?”

“Oh, please,” I scoffed, moving closer until I could feel the warmth radiating off him. “First of all, you’re not ridiculous, you’re amazing. And second, they’re not going to laugh. They’re going to lose their minds in the best way possible. We all love you and think you’re beautiful inside and out so I suggest you agree with the majority.”

He laughed, but it was soft, uncertain. “Maybe. But what if I look… weird? Or, I don’t know… not like myself?”

I put my hands on his shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “Not like yourself? Honey, you’re the guy who wore fake blood on stage, bleached your hair for one album and then the next dyed bright red. And don’t even get me started on that one set when you ran into the microphone stand and gave yourself a black eye and then continued to sing the whole gig. You know how to push boundaries—and this? This outfit? It’s just one more thing to show them you’re amazing.”

He tilted his head, considering my words, and a little smirk began to play at the corners of his mouth. “You really think I can pull this off?” He looked at himself in the mirror and I could tell the outfit was truly starting to grow on him. I knew he’d love it. 

I stepped closer until there was barely an inch between us. “Gee you’re already pulling it off.” My voice was low, soft. “And you look… you look really good.”

His eyes sparkled with a flicker of confidence, but it wasn’t fully there yet. I knew him too well—knew he needed more than words to believe it. Slowly, I brought my hand to his cheek, brushing a strand of hair from his face. His breathing slowed, and I felt him lean into my touch.

“Show me,” he whispered, barely audible. It was an invitation, a challenge.

So I did.

I let my fingers trail down his cheek, over his jawline, then traced the neckline of his dress. I could feel his pulse quicken as I moved my hand down to his waist, resting there for a moment before pulling him toward me. His eyes fluttered closed as I leaned in, pressing my lips softly against his. He tasted faintly of chapstick, with that hint of coffee he’d had earlier.

The moment he kissed me back, all that uncertainty, all the nerves, seemed to melt away. His hands found my waist, pulling me even closer until there was no space left between us. It was gentle at first, both of us savoring the moment, the feel of each other. But soon, the tension between us grew, and his hands wandered to my back, pulling me flush against him as he deepened the kiss.

“God, you’re good at that,” he murmured against my lips, his voice breathless.

I chuckled, threading my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. “I’m just trying to get you out of your head, you know?”

“It’s working,” he whispered, pulling me back for another kiss, this one longer, deeper. His hands slipped under the edge of my shirt, his fingers tracing patterns along my back, sending little shivers up my spine. I could feel my heart pounding, my entire body responding to his touch, to the intensity of his kiss.

Our lips parted, but we stayed close, foreheads touching, our breathing heavy in the quiet of the room. I couldn’t help but smile, biting my lip as I looked at him.

“You really think I look good in this?” he asked, but this time, there was a playful glint in his eye.

I grinned, taking a step back so I could look him over from head to toe. “Good? You look incredible. Like, actually jaw-droppingly hot.”

He laughed, a sound so pure and free that it made my heart soar. “Guess I owe you for this confidence boost,” he said, pulling me close again. 

I leaned up on my toes, pressing a lingering kiss to his jawline. “Just keep being you, please. I love you babe.”

Our lips met again, and this time, we didn’t hold back. His hands found my waist again, lifting me up slightly as he backed me up against the dressing room wall, the intensity between us igniting like fire. His lips trailed down to my neck, leaving a trail of warm, lingering kisses that made me shiver.

The knock on the door startled us both, and we pulled apart, breathless, just as we heard Frank’s voice on the other side.

“Hey, lovebirds! Show starts in five! Unless you guys want to be the opening act?”

Gerard rolled his eyes, still grinning, and called out, “We’re coming!”

“Yeah, I bet you are,” Frank muttered through the door, making us both laugh.

Gerard turned to me, his smile softer now, with just a hint of that earlier shyness creeping back. “Guess we better go out there.”

I brushed a thumb over his cheek, giving him one last kiss. “Go knock ‘em dead, cheerleader. They’re not ready for this.”

He smirked, catching my hand as I started to pull away. “Thanks… for everything,” he said, his voice so soft it was almost lost in the noise outside.

“Anytime. Now go out there and show them exactly who you are.”

With one last, lingering look, he released my hand and turned toward the door, glancing back at me with a glint in his eye before stepping out. And as I watched him walk out to meet the roaring crowd, I knew he was finally ready to take the stage, in all his wild, unstoppable glory.

//

REQUESTS OPEN :)

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hiii can you do Gerard way maybe? 👀

SFW Gerard Way Headcanons

- Gee loves cuddling up to you in the mornings before he has to either work on his comics or be in the studio

- loves when you make him coffee in the mornings even on his days off

- he loves when you do his makeup for him before he has to go on stage

- feeling lonely? Not anymore, if you let him he will always give you as much love and affection he possibly can

- if he’s had a rough day and is laying in your bed just snuggle up to him, give him kisses, and comfort him

- he loves when you help him dye his hair and he insists that you be the one to dye it (he just wants to feel you play with his hair)

- he writes songs about the two of you and how much he loves you

- he’ll help you make dinner if you want but sometimes he can’t help but gently push you against the counter and kiss you because you look so stunning in his eyes and he wants to show how much he appreciates you

- you both take care of each other when you’re sick or not feeling well

- he will start blushing if you start giving him kisses whenever his friends or other people are around to see

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Hi vamps hii!! Uhhmmm I wanted to ask for a fanfic💪💪🧐🧐 like one where reader (she/her) is in mcr too and she starts to feel dizzy on stage and she passes out and has to go to the hospital and Frank and gerard lay on each side of her while she wakes up and doesn’t know what happened Tysm you don’t have to tho😭 I love your post sm istg!!!!

Gerard way x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1,082

Warnings: hospitals, blood (not graphic), injuries

Its 2002 and you are the drummer of the little band My Chemical Romance.

You are secretly dating Gerard and the rest of the band just thinks you and gerard are just good friends (since you’ve know him since like 9th grade)

Its 7:34am and you just woke up. Ray is making some coffee.

“Hey (Y/N), you ready for tonight’s concert?” Ray asks you.

“Yes!! I’m pumped!” You laugh.

“Sweet!” Ray says.

“I’m gonna go change out of these pajamas.” You say.

“Ok!” Ray says.

You walk into the backroom with the beds and stuff and open a drawer and grab jeans, black hoodie, and a korn shirt.

You look over and see gerard sleeping his bunk.

You walk over to him and rub his back. “Gee.. wake up.” You say softly.

He groans and wakes up. “Huh..?”

“Wake up gee.” You say.

“Oh, morning.” Gerard says, smiling at you.

“Come here.. i wanna cuddle you..” gerard says.

“Shh!! Remember we can’t let them know we are.. you know.. also ray is in the next room.” You whisper.

He groans. “Fine..”

Frank walk out of the bathroom. “Oh morning (Y/N).” Frank says.

You jump. “Oh! Hey.”

“What did i scare you?” frank smiles smugly.

“A little..” you roll your eyes.

“I should get changed.” You walk away from them.

You go in the bathroom and change.

~

It’s around 11:36am.

“Hey what should we get to eat?” Mikey says.

“Hmm.. i don’t know.” Gerard says.

“I saw a diner down the street, we should go there.” You say.

~

You guys get to the diner and walk in.

“Ahh, it’s warm in here.” Frank says.

You giggle.

“Fuck.. i hate Jersey winters.” Mikey says.

~

You guys are eating lunch in no time.

Gerard touches your shoe with his on purpose.

You glance at him wide eyed pissed a little.

Gerard just smirks and goes back to eating his food.

~

It’s about 5:36pm and you guys are driving to the venue to set up.

You guys park and hop out of the van.

“Lets unload this bitch!” Frank yells.

You giggle.

~

about a hour later you guys finish unloading and setting stuff up.

You start testing out your drums.

“Yo, (Y/N)! You gotta get your makeup on!!” Gerard yells.

“Oh shit! Right!!” You hop off your drum seat and run to the dressing room.

“Thanks for telling me, Gee..” you say out of breath.

“No problem.” Gerard says.

~

You guys start it off with Gee just speaking.

“Hi guys! We’re My Chemical Romance from New Jersey! I’m so excited playing with you guys!” Gerard says. “Alright! Lets start with our first song..”

You guys start with our lady of sorrows.

~

Its gotten up to song the last song on the record.

You look over and see frank rolling on the floor and jumping. You snort.

You focus on playing the drums. Until frank jumps and crashes into you. You hit your head pretty hard.

The only thing you hear before you pass out is “OH SHIT- (Y/N)!” From Gerard.

~

You wake up in a unfamiliar place.

“Gee! She’s awake!” You hear a voice that sounded like Frank’s say.

“Wha..?” You open your eyes and see Gerard.

“Hey.. how are you feeling (Y/N)..?” Gerard says softly.

“I-i’m fine.. wha.. what happened..?” You look over to a guilty frank.

“I- i jumped into you.. i’m so sorry (Y/N).” Frank says.

“Wheres Mikey and Ray..?” You ask Gerard.

“They are in the waiting room.. Mikey almost puked seeing you bleed everywhere.” Gerard giggles.

You giggle.

“How long have i been out?” You ask.

“Oh.. like.. 2 hours? Yeah 2.” Gerard says.

“Really! Oh my god!” You say.

Frank giggles.

“Also we got a hotel! So we can sleep comfortably and you don’t have to complain to be about your back hurting from the bunks!” Gerard says.

You laugh. “They do hurt my back!! I feel elderly when i wake up!” You say.

“Elderly?” Frank laughs.

“Yes! Like my back feels the same as your grandma’s!” You laugh.

The nurse walks in. “Hey you two- oh your awake (Y/N)! Yeah you just have a slight concussion but your fine if your going home with anyone.” She says.

“Oh i’m going to a hotel with those 4. We are touring around here so.” You say.

“Ah okay.” She says. “You’ll be free to leave let me just take out this stuff out of your arm..”

She takes the IVs out of your arm and you tense up from the pain.

“Alright! Your set!” She says.

You get up wobbling a little. Frank helps you stand up.

“You good?” Frank asks.

“Yeah.” You say.

You guys walk out to the waiting room to grab Mikey and Ray.

“Hey! She’s ready to go!” Gerard says.

“Oh hey (Y/N)! Are you okay..?” Ray says.

Mikey is sleeping on ray’s shoulder. He rubs his head to wake him up.

“Huh..?” Mikey mumbles.

“It’s time to go Mikey. (Y/N) is okay.” Ray whispers to mikey.

“Okay..” mikey puts on his glasses and gets up.

You guys leave the hospital and get in the van.

You lay your head on Gee’s shoulder and fall asleep.

~

“Hey.. (Y/N) we’re here at the hotel.” Gerard says.

“Okay..” you say.

You guys get out of the car and walk into the hotel.

“Hello!” Ray says to the lady at the table.

“Hello.” She says.

“I booked 6 rooms for us. Its under the name Ray.” Ray says.

“Okay..” the lady starts typing. “Yeah.. we only have 5 rooms open..” she says.

“Oh.” Ray says.

“That will be fine!” Ray says.

“So sorry that happened we got over booked a little..” she says.

“It’s fine..” Ray says. “Okay so.. we gotta share rooms by 2 people.. got it?”

You guys nod.

“Okay.. I’ll stay with Ray.” Mikey says.

“I’ll stay with Gee.” You say.

“I’ll stay with the tour manager.” Frank says.

“Sweet. Heres your guys’ cards.” Ray hands you guys’ the key cards.

You and Gerard get on the elevator to go to your guys’ room.

“Okay heres our room, Gee.” You say.

“Kay..” he says.

You unlock the room and walk in.

Gerard drops his bags and flops on the bed.

“C’mere..” Gerard puts out his arms.

“Hold on..” you say.

You undress from your bloody-ish clothes.

You climb into bed with Gerard and cuddle up to him.

“I love you (Y/N)..” Gerard Says.

“Love you too..” you say.

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Yandere Vampire Men x Chubby!Nun!reader

𑁍 Tw; Stalking, Monster-Fucking, Obsessiveness, Somnophilia, Noncon/dubcon, breeding kink (?), biting(obv), harshy grabbing, blood mentioned, virginity-take, the words 'rotten', implied murdering & religious theme. dead dove. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned.

This is a dark yandere fanfiction. if you dont like it then just block me ;) ୧₊˚

୨୧💭 thinking abt yandere!vampire!men who is obsessed with chubby!nun!reader. yandere!vampire!men whos freezing heart is now stuck with you. yandere!vampire!men whos colded heart is melting from fluttering once his eyes meet your plump & round appereance. yandere!vampire!men who eats all the other nuns & peoples who talked down on you. no creature ever should tell you what to do or else he'll rip their jaws off and snatched their ribs open. yandere!vampire!men who wants you to be his spouse, he wants you to be with him forever in the dead life! isnt that sound so spectacular my dear? yandere!vampire!men whos hands likes to touch your big ol thighs while you were sleeping, rubbing them softly up and down. at first it was belly, but the way of where he placed his hands is getting lower as he touch your thighs and later on his hands would touch your pussy and rubbing it softly within his fingers. putting his fingers in the middle of the entrance of your pussy lips. yandere!vampire!men who soon enough is inside you while you're half unconscious. whispering in your ears of how he is your savior and later on you'll get to marry him in the after life in which you just nod while your body is basically served his own. yandere!vampire!men who harshly grabbed your waist and stretch it apart, grabbing it so hard you can really feel his claws makes a pattern of it. it was feeling hurt enough to make you yelp until he start to put his fangs into your neck. pushing through your flesh while the blood slowly came out of the holes where his fangs made. slowing his thrust speed as you felt your body go warm and warm, until your vision start to become more and more blur, when your vision was starting to look white as you passed out at the chruch in the middle of the night where you just handed your virginity over someone or some 'creature' that you dont even know about. as your head and vision slowly and slowly become more unconscious, where you heard the creature muttering "finally, you are mine now."

Those Cold-blooded Vampires Are ;

OBITO UCHIHA, RYOMEN SUKUNA, Geto Suguru, Mahito, Nanami, Sasuke uchiha, VLAD TEPES, Hades, Sae Itoshi, Bachira, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, Mikey, Eren, Jack The Ripper, Kuroo Tetsuro, Semi Eita, Tsukishima Kei, Suna Rintarou, ITTO, Dottore, WRIOTHESLEY, Diluc, Zhongli, Kakashi Hatake, EVERY DIABOLIK LOVERS MEN, Buddha, Johan, Tendou, Oikawa & MALLEUS.