<b>Frank:</b> I'd be kinda creeped out<p/><b>Mikey (for a Waycest fanfic) :</b> I read the first paragraph and this was the end of reading fanfiction<p/><b>Ray:</b> I mean uh It's COOL THAT KIDS ARE BEING CREATIVE!!!!!1 :D<p/></p>
@3gerardpique: Since you arrived, I saw you as my little brother. Everything you did, your way of understanding life and soccer. We were very similar and we connected right away.
It has been a huge pleasure to be at my side during these years. I stay with all the moments we have spent together, inside and outside the playing field. I’m happy you’ve won everything while wearing the Barça shirt. This will remain forever. Players like you make this Club bigger and their history.
I hope you’ll be great in the future. You deserve to make your dreams come true in Paris. And at the end, remember to always do what our friend JC did: MAGIC.
I love you,
@neymarjr I’ll always have you as an older brother .. I love you Geri ❤️🤙🏽
Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day 2003, but your boyfriend, Gerard, is so busy with one of My Chemical Romance’s first ever tours that you’re not sure he even remembers what day it is. Then, suddenly, he tells the band’s manager to stop the bus.
“Honestly,” Frank confessed, looking at you and Gerard
cuddling in the back of the cramped van, “I’m not sure why you decided to
follow a bunch of gross, sweaty dudes like us on tour, Y/N.”
“Because I love Gerard,” you shrugged, kissing the top of
your boyfriend’s head affectionately.
“Hey, Brian!” Gerard sat up suddenly, shouting to the band’s
manager, who was driving the van. “I need you stop at that gas station up
“For real, Gerard?” Brian sighed. “We’ve got to get on the
highway real soon if you want to be the opening act at this show in Newark
“I know,” Gerard pouted. “I’ll make it quick, I promise.”
“You wanting to buy cigarettes or something?” Frank guessed.
“Because I’ve still got a pack of Pall Malls in my guitar case.”
“You said last night you were out!” Mikey interjected.
“I was hiding ‘em so you wouldn’t steal ‘em,” Frank
“I’m not stopping for cigarettes,” Gerard shook his head,
shaking black bangs out of his eyes.
“I’ll always consider you as a big brother, I love you Geri ❤️🤙🏽
#Repost @3gerardpique (@get_repost)
“From the moment you arrived, I considered you as my little brother. Everything you did, your way of understanding life and football. We were very much alike and we instantly connected.
It has been a great pleasure to have you by my side these years. I’ll remember all the moments we spent together, on and off the pitch. I am happy you won everything in the Barça shirt. This will last forever. Players like you make this Club and its history even bigger.
I hope things go great in the future. You deserve to have the dreams you still have come true in Paris. And to close, always remember to do what our friend JC did: MAGIC.
Request- I love that dad imagine with gerard will you do more plz? Maybe with Frank this time. I don’t care what it’s about, just make it good like you always do. Love you thanks :)
A/N- I got excited when I got this request. Hope you like it.
The house was quiet. Strange for your family, but you liked it. You liked being able to watch a movie without one of your siblings talking every five minutes or your mom nagging you to pick up your room. Then at the same time you missed the company of the rest of the Ieros. You liked staying up late and then sleeping in late the next day. It gave you time to think, but sometimes thinking wasn’t the best thing.
You sat in the dark living room with only the TV on for light. You weren’t even watching anything, you were too busy wrapped up in your thoughts. You never meant to bring yourself to the places of your mind where it was dark and you felt alone, but that’s where you are now. Over thinking every little thing, not knowing where you will be in 10 years time, and not understanding why you were like this.
Your chest began to grow tight feeling and you couldn’t get a solid breath in. you tried telling yourself you were okay and use all the breathing techniques you learned, but nothing was helping. You felt like you were dying as your vision seemed darker and you felt yourself panting. Tears were streaming down your face and you couldn’t control your body anymore.
A sudden flash of a light filled the room and you turned to see your dad standing by the light switch, but soon he was right next to you.
“Deep breath Y/N. In 2 then out 2.” your dad told you sitting next to you on the floor.
You tried to get your breathing to in 2 then out 2 as your dad counted. You steadily got to in 4 out 6 and your breathing was under control again. You felt your dad’s hand rubbing your back as he helped you count to take your mind off of your thought.
This wasn’t the first time this happened. It scared him the first time, but now he knows just the way to help you when you have panic attacks.
“S-sorry.” you stuttered out.
“You don’t need to apologize. You know you can’t control these.” he told you. “It’s almost 3 in the morning, why don’t you go up to bed.” he suggested but you shook your head.
“No, I can’t. I’m scared to sleep.” you stated.
“What do you mean?”
“Whenever I lay in bed my mind races. It’s torture and I hate nights. I just hate not knowing what
tomorrow is.” you said tears threatening to fall from your eyes again.
“Well let’s start with one thing. Tomorrow is Sunday. You can’t predict the future and I get it, it sucks. You have to take it one day at a time and face what life throws at you. I know you’re strong enough to take on anything that comes your way. And when you aren’t me and your mom will be here for you. Always.” he told you.
“What if I really mess up in life?”
“I don’t care what you do, because I will always love you. You’re a role model to your younger siblings and I’m jealous I never had a sister like you. Unless you kill someone I will always have you in my heart.” he said. “When you were born I was beyond terrified. You were the first and I was scared I was going to mess up terribly and you would hate me. 15 years later you might say you hate me, but I know you don’t. You’ve taught me so much and I could never asked for a better daughter.”
“Thanks dad.” you whispered.
You meant it. Your dad was like your best friend. Some girls aren’t lucky to have a father figure in their life, but you were. You looked up to him and you knew no matter what he was going to be there for you.
Summary:Request fic for @imhere4newt. “Can you do one where the reader (female if that’s alright) and gerard have been together for a long time but they argue and they both say hurtful things (like one in retaliation) and the fluff at the end?”
“You’re serious about moving to California?” you gaped,
staring at your longtime boyfriend, Gerard, as if the world were coming apart beneath
“I have to,” Gerard insisted. “My band just got signed to
Reprise Records, and I need to be in Hollywood to work on our second album.”
“But…..New Jersey is your home,” you sputtered. “You always said you’d never leave this
“Well, people fucking change, ok, Y/N?” Gerard snapped. “What
do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know!” you groaned, feeling like pulling your hair
out. “I didn’t expect you to get so serious about this music thing! You’ve been
saying since we were in high school
together that you wanted to draw comic books! You even spent all your parents’
money to go to art school – and you know that shit wasn’t cheap! So, why change
directions with your career now? It’s just….random!”
“It’s not random at all,” Gerard argued. “I’ve tried to tell
you a dozen times, I stopped being satisfied with my job at Cartoon Network a
long time ago. Performing with Frank, and Mikey, and Ray, writing songs with
them…..it makes me feel alive. I
thought you, of all people, would understand.”
“What I don’t understand,” you said, near tears, “is how you
can just leave me behind. I haven’t spent a single day without you since we
were teenagers, Gee. How am I supposed to live my life, with you thousands of
miles away? Don’t you care at all?”