A Note From Gerard Way about My Chemical Romance's breakup if you haven't read it yet
A note from Gerard Way about My Chemical Romance’s breakup:
A Vigil, On Birds and Glass.
I woke up this morning still dreaming, or not fully aware of myself just yet. The sun poked through the windows, touching my face, and then a deep sadness overcame me, immediately, bringing me to life and realization- My Chemical Romance had ended.
I walked downstairs to do the only thing I could think of to regain composure-
I made coffee.
As the drip began, in that kind of silence that only happens in the morning, and being the only one awake, I stepped outside my home, leaving the door open behind me. I looked around and began to breathe. Things looked to be about the same- a beautiful day.
As I turned to step back into the house I heard sound from within, a chirp and a rustle. And I noticed a small brown bird had flown into the library. Naturally, I panicked. I knew I had to see the bird to safety and I knew I had to retain the order of things in our home, and he very well couldn’t take up residency with us. I chased him (still assuming he was a he) into my office, where I have these very large windows.
Just then, and luckily, I heard Lindsey’s footsteps coming down the stairs, and naturally being composed as she is, she grabbed a blanket and stepped into the office. He was impossible to catch, and I began to open the windows, via Lindsey’s direction, only to find out they were screened. The bird began to fly into the glass, over and over and in all different directions.
I heard another set of footsteps, Bandit’s, running down the stairs in anticipation of the new day. Her entrance into the situation caused just the right amount of chaos (she was very excited to meet the bird) and we found ourselves chasing the bird into the living room. Knowing that this where it could potentially get sticky, being the high ceilings and the beams to perch on, I opened the front door as Lindsey did her best to encourage our new friend out the door. After some coaxing, flying, chirping, a wrong turn back into the library and a short goodbye to Bandit, he simply hopped out the front door- taking off on the fifth leap.
I was no longer sad.
I didn’t realize it, but I stopped being sad the minute that bird had come into my life, because there was something that needed doing, a small vessel to aid and an order to keep. I closed the door. I decided to write the letter I always knew I would.
It is often my nature to be abstract, hidden in plain sight, or nowhere at all. I have always felt that the art I have made (alone or with friends) contains all of my intent when executed properly, and thus, no explanation required. It is simply not in my nature to excuse, explain, or justify any action I have taken as a result of thinking it through with a clear head, and in my truth.
I had always felt this situation involving the end of this band would be different, in the eventuality it happened. I would be cryptic in its existence, and open upon its death.
The clearest actions come from truth, not obligation. And the truth of the matter is that I love every one of you.
So, if this finds you well, and sheds some light on anything, or my personal account and feelings on the matter, then it is out of this love, mutual and shared, not duty.
This was always my intent.
My Chemical Romance: 2001-2013
We were spectacular.
Every show I knew this, every show I felt it with or without external confirmation.
There were some clunkers, sometimes our secondhand gear broke, sometimes I had no voice- we were still great. It is this belief that made us who we were, but also many other things, all of them vital-
And all of the things that made us great were the very things that were going to end us-
That last one is very important. My Chemical Romance had, built within its core, a fail-safe. A doomsday device, should certain events occur or cease occurring, would detonate. I shared knowledge of this “flaw” within weeks of its inception.
Personally, I embraced it because, again, it made us perfect. A perfect machine, beautiful, yet self aware of it’s system. Under directive to terminate before it becomes compromised. To protect the idea- at all costs. This probably sounds like something ripped from the pages of a four-color comic book, and that’s the point.
No compromise. No surrender. No fucking shit.
To me that’s rock and roll. And I believe in rock and roll.
I wasn’t shy about who I said this to, not the press, or a fan, or a relative. It’s in the lyrics, it’s in the banter. I often watched the journalists snicker at mention of it, assuming I was being sensational or melodramatic (in their defense I was most likely dressed as an apocalyptic marching-band leader with a tear-away hospital gown and a face covered in expressionist paint, so fair enough).
I’m still not sure if the mechanism worked correctly, because it wasn’t a bang but a much slower process. But still the same result, and still for the same reason-
When it’s time, we stop.
It is important to understand that for us, the opinion on whether or not it is in fact time does not transmit from the audience. Again, this is to protect the idea for the benefit of the audience. Many a band have waited for external confirmation that it is time to hang it up, via ticket sales, chart positioning, boos and bottles of urine- input that holds no sway for us, and often too late when it comes anyway.
You should know it in your being, if you listen to the truth inside you. And voice inside became louder than the music.
There are many reasons My Chemical Romance ended. The triggerman is unimportant, as was always the messengers- but the message, again as always, is the important thing. But to reiterate, this is my account, my reasons and my feelings. And I can assure you there was no divorce, argument, failure, accident, villain, or knife in the back that caused this, again this was no one’s fault, and it had been quietly in the works, whether we knew it or not, long before any sensationalism, scandal, or rumor.
There wasn’t even a blaze of glory in a hail of bullets…
I am backstage in Asbury Park, New Jersey. It is Saturday, May 19th, 2012 and I am pacing behind a massive black curtain that leads to the stage. I feel the breeze from the ocean find its way around me and I look down at my arms, which are covered in fresh gauze due to a losing battle with a heat rash, which had been a mysterious problem in recent months. I am normally not nervous before a show but I am certainly filled with angry butterflies most of the time. This is different- a strange anxiety jetting through me that I can only imagine is the sixth sense one feels before their last moments alive. My pupils have zeroed-out and I have ceased blinking. My body temperature is icy.
We get the cue to hit the stage.
The show is… good. Not great, not bad, just good. The first thing I notice take me by surprise is not the enormous amount of people in front of us but off to my left- the shore and the vastness of the ocean. Much more blue than I remembered as a boy. The sky is just as vibrant. I perform, semi-automatically, and something is wrong.
I am acting. I never act on stage, even when it appears that I am, even when I’m hamming it up or delivering a soliloquy. Suddenly, I have become highly self-aware, almost as if waking from a dream. I began to move faster, more frantic, reckless- trying to shake it off- but all it began to create was silence. The amps, the cheers, all began to fade.
All that what left was the voice inside, and I could hear it clearly. It didn’t have to yell- it whispered, and said to me briefly, plainly, and kindly- what it had to say.
What it said is between me and the voice.
I ignored it, and the following months were full of suffering for me- I hollowed out, stopped listening to music, never picked up a pencil, started slipping into old habits. All of the vibrancy I used to see became de-saturated. Lost. I used to see art or magic in everything, especially the mundane- the ability was buried under wreckage.
Slowly, once I had done enough damage to myself, I began to climb out of the hole. Clean. When I made it out, the only thing left inside was the voice, and for the second time in my life, I no longer ignored it- because it was my own.
There are many roles for all of us to play in this ending. We can be well-wishers, ill-wishers, sympathizers, vilifiers, comedians, rain clouds, victims-
That last one, again, is important. I have never thought myself a victim, nor my comrades, nor the fans- especially not the fans. For us to adopt that role right now would legitimize everything the tabloids have tried to name us. More importantly, it completely misses the point of the band. And then what have we learned?
With honor, integrity, closure, and on no one’s terms but our own- the door closes.
And another opens-
This morning I awoke early. I quickly brushed my teeth, threw on some baggy jeans, and hopped in my car. I gently sped down the 405 through the morning fog to a random parking lot in Palo Verde, where I was to meet a nice gentleman named Norm. He was older, and a self-proclaimed “hippie” but he also had the energy of Sixteen year old in a garage-rock band. The purpose of the meeting was the delivery of an amplifier into my possession. I had recently purchased the amp from him and we both agreed that shipping would jostle the tubes- so he was kind enough to meet me in the middle.
A Fender Princeton Amp from 1965, non reverb. A beautiful little device.
He showed me the finer points, the speaker, the non-grounded plug, the original label and the chalk mark of the man or woman who built it-
“This amp talks.” he said.
We got coffee, talked about gold-foil pickups and life. We sat in the car and played each other music we had made. We parted ways, promising to stay in touch, I drove home.
When I wanted to start My Chemical Romance, I began by sitting in my parent’s basement, picking up an instrument I had long abandoned for the brush- a guitar. It was a 90’s Fender Mexican Stratocaster, Lake Placid Blue, but in my youth I had decided it was too clean and pretty so I beat it up, exposing some of the red paint underneath the blue- the color it was meant to be. Adding a piece of duct tape on the pick guard, it felt acceptable. I plugged this into a baby Crate Amp with built in distortion and began the first chords of Skylines and Turnstiles.
I still have that guitar, and it’s sitting next to The Princeton.
He has a voice, and I would like to hear what it has to say.
In closing, I want to thank every single fan. I have learned from you, maybe more than you think you’ve learned from me. My only regret is that I am awful with names and bad with goodbyes. But I never forget a face, or a feeling- and that is what I have left from all of you.
I feel Love.
I feel love for you, for our crew, our team, and for every single human being I have shared the band and stage with-
A/N: So I’ve been working on this one for a bit and then this week’s SPN HWC challenge I thought would work quite well, which made this a long fic. The prompts are bolded in the fic for the respective challenges. If there are any warnings I’ve missed please let me know. I tried to not go into too much detail but there is some nastiness in here. Also the Lafayette mentioned in the fic is exactly the Lafayette from True Blood as my own little memorium to Nelsan Ellis. <3 Feedback is greatly appreciated and thank you for reading.
Summary: You are trapped in an abusive relationship that you see no escape from until two flannel wearing strangers show up to hustle your boyfriend at the bar one night. What follows is a chance at salvation and hope for a better future.
Mike’s large hand on your lower back stirred you toward the bar that he and his friends frequented every Friday night. Tonight was no exception and you knew you were simply here to be the quiet arm candy while he drank and played pool. As the door opened people seemed to part for you and Michael, which wasn’t unusual. Being the hero sheriff of your county a lot of people looked up to Mike. Unfortunately, you were not one of those people if only because you knew how he really was, but you keep your smile bright and allowed him to lead you to where his friends sat near the pool table.
“Mikey!” his friend called out. “We didn’t think you were coming, man.”
You slipped into the chair Mike held out for you as his hands came to rest on your shoulders, “You know my lady takes her own time. I’m here now let’s play.” He squeezes your shoulders hard, “Babe, why don’t you go to the bar and order drinks for the boys and me.”
“Okay,” you slip from his grasp and make your way to the bar climbing into a seat waving at your friend Lafayette the bartender.
Leonardo closed the car door loudly, jolting the others awake. His brothers grumbled as you stretched in your seat, shaking the last bit of sleep away.
Leonardo had managed to drive the rest of the way, reaching the farmhouse early in the morning. The sun was just starting to shine through the clouds and birds were already singing sweet songs. It was paradise.
Leonardo turned towards the car and he watched you for a moment, smiling to himself before reaching up to pull the luggage off of the van. As cute as a sleepy Y/N was, he had a job to do.
“Let’s go,” he said, slapping the brightly painted door. “I’m not unpacking all by myself!”
The doors opened and the others marched out, with Raphael muttering a few insults towards the turtle as they got started.
April and Casey went towards the farmhouse and Master Splinter went with them, saying something about a cup of tea. Mikey and Raph opened the backdoors and started pulling out luggage, Donnie went to unpack his gear. And you came around the van, still a little tired as you asked,
“What do you need me to do?”
Leonardo grinned at you, blue eyes shining brightly.
“Help me get this gear down so we can get started.”
You smiled sleepily. It was rare to see him so excited, so worried free. It was as though the fresh air had taken a weight off of his shell. It was as though nothing could touch him all the way out here.
You understood why he liked it so much.
You helped him unload, putting everything into neat piles as you went. Donnie’s stuff, tents and lanterns, food and other supplies. Leonardo looked over everything before saying,
“Feel like setting up a tent?”
You hadn’t ever done this before and you informed him of such. Leo simply smiled and said,
“I’ll help you.”
It was trial and error, the forest green tent collapsing several times before you finally managed to get it up. But the entire time, Leonardo laughed and told you what to do with which piece. Finally, the tent was up and three others joined it.
The tents made a half circle around the fire pit, and Leonardo stepped back to admire it.
It was perfect.
He grabbed your sleeping bags and tossed him into your tent, turning over to look at you.
“You sure you don’t want to bunk with April and Casey? They’re staying in the farmhouse at night.”
You shook your head.
“I’m staying here with you, Leo.”
The words made his heart do a backflip in his chest. God, he was happy you were here.
The rest of the day was the same as every other camping trip. Mikey played jokes and managed to make Raph mad enough to chase him as everyone laughed.
They all argued over who had to get the firewood (rock, paper, scissors landed Donnie the job) and then made dinner over the fire.
Popcorn was popped, scary stories were told, and when it was late enough, they finally headed to bed.
You talked as you changed in your tent, quietly as to not bother the others. Then you suddenly asked,
“Leo, you really love camping don’t you?”
The turtle paused for a moment.
“Yeah, I do.”
He thought about saying more but you were already zipping up your sleeping bag and wasn’t sure what to say. Well, really, he knew exactly what to say. This just wasn’t the place to say it.
A tiny tent surronded by his family wasn’t nearly the setting he had thought about. No, the picture in his head was different. Prettier. And then he realized what it was.
It had been a hour of him laying awake, lost in thought. But when he rolled over, he found that the noise had roused you awake.
“Y/N, can I show you something really amazing?” he asked quietly.
“Uh, sure. Okay.” you replied, a little confused.
Leonardo say up silently, reaching for your hoodie and handing it to you as you tied you boots. You weren’t quite sure what Leo had in mind but the turtle had never lead you astray before.
He took your hand, leading you out of the tent and into the woods.
“This way.” he whispered.
Requested? Yes – 110 for Jack? Thanks!
Could you do 110 and 112 for Jack please?
“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”
he coming home?”
[[just wanted to say im sorry for disappearing for couple days. school just started and my school doesn't let us have a breather. but im super excited for the next few imagines and i promise i’ll try to stay consistent]]
The voice of your boyfriend Jack boomed through your bedroom
“Y/N?” he says whilst walking in, “I need to grab a few
things from the store if that’s alright.” He asked, taking his phone off the
charger and putting it in his pocket.
“Sure! You better not take 5 hours in the store; I’m excited
to meet your family! Especially your dad.” You smiled, tying your hair up into
a pony tail as you turned to Jack, nodding to say you were ready.
You and Jack walked out, heading towards his car as he drove
you both to the grocery store on your way. The reality was that all Jack really needed was some bread, and
he knew he could easily get that after they finish their visit. But Jack wanted
every excuse to take up time to come up with an even better excuse to not go to
his parents’ house.
You and Jack went down to the grocery store, you wandered
around, decided to grab a little car ride snack, Jack on the other hand, tried
to lose himself from you.
You wondered around the store trying to find your blond
headed boyfriend, rolling your eyes as you spotted him silently staring at rows
of bread packets.
“Jack?” you asked as he snapped out of his trance.
“Yes, Y/N?” he smiled your way, grabbing some bread and
walking into another isle.
“The checkout is that way.” You stated. He nodded, indicated
that he heard but wasn’t really listening. “To be honest, I don’t want to arrive
at your parent’s house with a bag of bread and bags under our eyes at 3am,
Jack.” You softly laughed, “do you want to hurry it up or..?”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” Jack nodded, walking slowly to the
checkout as you both finally made your way back to the car.
At the beginning, the drive was silent; the only noise being
made was from Jack tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
You knew something was bothering him, from the slow pace he
was going at today to the trances he kept falling into.
“Jack, I’m the one meeting your parents. If anything, I should
be more afraid, so why are you so on edge?” he asked, trying to lighten the
mood with a soft joke.
Jack just shrugged his shoulders, continuing his driving as
he changed the topic, conversing about things other than meeting his parents.
As you pulled up to his parents’ house Jack finally spoke
up. “I may have lied about my parents being home.”
“What? We drove all this way just so I could meet your
garden plants then?” Jack laughed at your statement before turning to face you.
“You ready?” He simply asked, getting out of the car and
grabbing both your bags.
You followed him towards the front door as his mother
greeted him with a smile. “Hello Jack, I’ve missed you darling!” she smiled
brightly, giving her son a hug before adverting her eyes to you. “You must be
the lovely Y/N.” she brought you into a hug before welcoming you in.
“I’m finishing up dinner. By the time you and Jack unpack,
it should be ready. Jack show her up.” Jacks mother smiled once more, moving
away towards the kitchen.
As Jack took you to the room you’d both be staying for the
night, you decided to break your silence. “And your father?” You vaguely asked,
hoping Jack understood your question.
“He sleeps in the room with my mother of course. This is our
room Y/N.” Jack joked, unpacking his bag.
“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?” As much as you loved a
bit of banter with Jack, you were excited to meet BOTH his parents, and yet
Jacks father wasn’t present.
“He’s off doing work crap. I knew he’d be busy this week,
that’s why I insisted we visit my parents this week.”
You were still slightly confused, “is he coming home?” Jack
“In around 2 days or so, he’ll be back.”
“Then we will wait 2
days. Why didn’t you want me to meet him?” You always heard Jack and Conor talk
about their father; he seemed to be a genuine, kind and funny guy. So you couldn’t
think of a reason Jack wouldn’t want you meeting him.
“It’s just that, almost
every girl I’ve brought home didn’t get along with my dad. And I care about you
more than anything. I really don’t want to see two people I love not like each
other.” Jack gently stated. You smiled and walked towards him, taking his hands
“You said it yourself, you love me and you love your father.
So, for everyone’s sake, I’m going to like him because you do, and I have hope
that he’ll like me too, especially if it’s for you.” You soothingly said, as he
smiled your way, bringing you into a hug.
“I love you; I don’t know why I was afraid. Now let’s go
done and eat what my mums made.”
You nodded with a grin. “I agree, it smells amazing.”
prompt:@overlordred: Hi! I’m pretty new to your blog but I’m just in a rapture over it and have reread a lot of your guy’s stuff. Do you think for your MOWP you could do a one shot with a plus size reader and Sebby where they’re in the same circle of friends and they like each other but when Seb asks her out she has a REALLY hard time believing it?? I understand if you don’t wanna do it or it takes you a while to get to it. Thank you so much for this amazing project!!
warnings: just sad, overall. Might have a part two, not sure.
author’s note: Having a bad night, saw this and thought I would tackle it. Anxiety sucks. A Lot.
Summary: Request fic for @chloethebinch. “I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader is Frank’s friend and he suggests that she could be Helena in the music video and he gets a huge crush on her in the Helena dress?”
The dance studio at your college’s fine arts building was empty, except for you. You weren’t surprised. It was past midnight. What other student besides you was crazy enough to be pirouetting at this hour?
Maybe other people would think it was weird, but, when you were stressed, dancing always calmed you down. You slid on your ballet slippers, tying the ribbons tightly so they wouldn’t slip down your ankles. You put a CD onto the stereo and hit play. A normal ballerina would have used classical music. To be honest, you should probably be using the soundtrack to Swan Lake, since you were going to be performing in your school’s production of that ballet later this year. Instead, for some reason, all you wanted to dance to was your friend Frank’s post-hardcore band, My Chemical Romance.
Frank had dropped out of college to be MCR’s rhythm guitarist full time. At the time, you were worried he was making a mistake (and, of course, sad that he wouldn’t be your classmate anymore). But, his decision seemed to have paid off. His band had been signed to a major label, and last summer, they’d traveled the country as part of Warped Tour. Part of you wondered if Frank was going to forget all about you now that he was getting rich and famous.
Don’t worry about that right now, you told yourself. Just dance.
You pointed your toes and began a spin as the opening notes of ‘Helena’, the first track on the CD, began to play. You did a demi-plie as you let the sound of Frank’s wild instrumentals wash over you. The vocalist, Gerard, was great, too, but when you listened to MCR, your focus was always on Frank. Maybe it was because you had a bit of a crush on him.
So do ten thousand other girls, at this point, you frowned, and threw yourself harder into the dance to distract yourself from your negative thoughts. You whirled and twirled across the floor to every song on the album, and by the time the last track concluded, you were panting, brow streaked with sweat.
You froze, and gasped, when you heard the sound of someone clapping.
Who the hell is in here?! you wondered, turning around in shock. Your jaw dropped when you saw Frank Iero standing there in the doorway, grinning at you.
Hello (⌒▽⌒) god I absolutely love you and your blog! Your an awesome writer! ♥‿♥ if it’s not to much trouble could you please write a Mikey x reader were the reader is on the roof playing video games on there laptop or something and he’s watching there cute reaction and then he trips and reveals himself but there super chill and invites him to play or chill with them please? Is this to pacific? I don’t want to pressure you I just thought this would be cute 😂
“Over here, Ashton! Look, it’s a kangaroo!” I squealed.
“[Y/N]. this is Australia. We have kangaroos practically roaming the streets! Why are these so special?” Ashton asked.
“Because,” I began. “I’m not from here, remember? I am only visiting you for a couple of weeks and then I have to go back home. Besides, this is the closest I have ever been to a kangaroo!”
Ashton giggled as he walked closer to me. “How about we quickly finish looking at the animals so I can take you on a drive to see more kangaroos? When we come across a kangaroo in town, you can get as close as is comfortable for you. That way, this gate won’t be in your way.”
“That sounds wonderful.” I smiled as I kissed his cheek. “Now I’m excited, so let’s hurry up looking at these animals. I wanna pet a kangaroooo!”
Ashton laughed as I bounced to the next exhibit. “Oh, aren’t you in for a treat, my dear. I don’t think kangaroos are as friendly as you think.” He muttered to himself.
“This place is so cool!” I exclaimed as I got up from the picnic table. “Thank you for lunch, by the way.”
“You’re welcome, [Y/N]! Thank you for joining me on this trip to the zoo.” Michael said.
I shot him a confused look. “Why wouldn’t I join you? It’s a date! I wouldn’t ever want to miss a date with you, Mikey! You always know the best places to go.”
Michael smiled at me. “You’re so sweet, [Y/N]! Here, let me throw away our trash.”
As he was walking away, I couldn’t help but admire everything about him. I loved his soft smile when he stared at me with those gorgeous greyish-green eyes, the way he would bite his lip when he was nervous, the way he would sing quietly in my ear to calm me down, and his gentle touches on my skin to show his affection.
“You’re so perfect.” I told Michael when he returned back to my spot by the picnic table.
Michael laughed. “I’m far from it, my love. However, you bring out the best in me. Now c’mon, babe, let’s go look at some animals.”
“I like this penguin.” Luke pointed. “Ooh! And this one is looking at me!” He exclaimed. “Oh, look, [Y/N]! The penguin over there just waved at us. Oh, I love penguins so much.”
“Luke,” I giggled. “We’ve been at this exhibit for twenty minutes! That’s fifteen minutes too long. Can we please go look at some different animals?”
Luke pouted. “It’s never too long to look at penguins! We can’t leave them alone! They have accepted me as one of their own, and I can’t betray them now! Besides, nobody else is watching them. What if one of them gets hurt? Also, they will probably feel back because if we, the only ones at this exhibit, leave, nobody else will be able to admire them!”
I rolled my eyes. “Luke, I promise you they will be fine! They have zookeepers to take care of them. I promise we can visit the penguins on our way out, but that is only if we leave right now.”
Luke hesitated for a moment, but eventually gave in. “You’re lucky I love you.” He mumbled as he kissed my neck.
Calum wanted to surprise me with a super fun day. He knew I loved animals, so I was absolutely thrilled when we pulled up to the zoo.
“Oh my gosh, Calum…I’m gonna cry if I see any of my favorite animals.”
Calum laughed. “Well then this is going to be a fun trip, isn’t it?”
As we were walking in, I noticed the lack of people. “Wait…” I began. “If nobody is here, we can stay as long as we would like to without bothering anybody! Let’s go to your favorite animals first.”
“Why can’t we go to yours first? I brought you here so you could see all of your favorite ones!” He said.
“But, Cal…if we start with my favorite animals, we probably won’t be able to visit yours unless you pull me away from my animals. Plus, my eyes will be all watery from my tears, so I won’t be able to admire your favorite animals!”
Calum thought for a moment before saying, “You know what, [Y/N]? You’re probably right. Let’s begin with my favorite animals because Lord knows I won’t be able to pull you away from yours.”
I rolled my eyes as Calum grabbed my hand and led me to his favorite exhibits.
Prompt: Imagine moving into the house next to Gerard and finding out he has a kind of a bad boy reputation
Warnings: Fluffy as shit
Pairing: Gerard x reader
Oooo… I like this one~
I looked up from my book, noticing that my dad was waving his hand at me, trying to get my attention.
“Y/N? What do you think?” I internally groaned, not wanting to talk more about this idiotic house.
I put on a weak smile and nodded, “It’s great… Hey, where’s my bedroom?”
The realtor who I had already forgotten the name of pointed up the stairs, “First door to the left”
My mom muttered something about how I should be more interested in the new house but I paid her no mind as I walked up the staircase. I didn’t want to admit to her that she was right… but she wasn’t wrong. The new bedroom was indeed the only thing I was actually excited about in this damn house.
Why did my dad have to get relocated? I knew that the money was great and all but what about our run down apartment in Los Angeles? What about the record store three blocks away from our apartment? What about the corner store where old Jim would let me pet his dog Bailey whenever I felt down? I wasn’t trying to make my parents unhappy, I knew that what they were doing was necessary… right?
But that still didn’t mean I had to be happy about it.
“Y/N! Come down here and meet the neighbors!” I heard my mom call from downstairs.
I growled angrily, dreading having to talk to the damn neighbors. Judging from everyone else I saw on the way here they were probably some picket fence couple who made a fucking apple pie for the new family that just moved in.
“Coming!” I shouted back, draping my headphones around my neck as I walked downstairs and got a look at the neighbors.
I stand corrected. It was a key lime pie.
My mom wore her plastic smile, stepping aside to let me get a clear shot of the three people in the doorway.
The husband and wife weren’t much to look at. They both looked pretty standard as most parents come. I was too distracted with the idea of going back to my new room to hang up my posters to actually care.
“This is Donna and Donald Way from next door, and this is their son Michael” Michael looked just as uncomfortable as me, probably wishing he could be anywhere but here.
My dad, who was seated at the new dining table, said, “Mikey is only a year older than you, right?”
Michael, or Mikey, smiled awkwardly, “I’m 16, sir”
So he’s a year younger than me, big deal. Why do parents always assume that if you’re around the same age as the neighbor you’re destined to be the best of friends?
“Fascinating…” I whispered under my breath, hoping that they didn’t hear.
My mom, who I assume had ears of a bat, obviously noticed and glared angrily at me. Dad coughed, trying to divert the conversation back to something pleasant.
“So! I heard you have another son?” At this the neighbor’s smile fell slightly.
“Yes we do. Gerard is… Well he’s a bit of a troublemaker. Thankfully Michael hasn’t taken after his older brother all that much. If you have any issues with him than all you need to do is tell us”
The idea of talking to the neighbors didn’t exactly thrill me and I eventually weaseled my way back to my room. I thought that I might be able to escape some huge meet and greet with the neighbors for a while.
I awoke to the sound of a loud banging stirring me from a peaceful sleep. At first I was disoriented at the environment before I realized where I was. Only a second later did I realize that the incessant noise wasn’t my alarm. There was someone outside my window.
I was stunned. All that was supposed to be there was a loose mangled tree. How the hell was someone still there?
Turns out I had already answered that question.
“Hey? You gonna let me in or not?” Said an unknown voice.
I could barely make out who it was outside as I scrambled for a T-shirt. It could be a robber or some shit!
Then again, why would a robber introduce himself?
“Who the fuck is out there?” I tried my hardest to sound intimidating but the fear in my tone betrayed me.
The figure chuckled, “I’m a fairy. You believe in fairies, don’t you?”
So my stalker is a smartass. Lovely.
I dug through my open suitcase, grabbing the first T-shirt I saw which just so happened to be my Nirvana sweater. As I walked toward the window I made my steps careful so I didn’t alert my parents who were sleeping in the room across the hall. When I said my mom had ears of a bat I was not kidding whatsoever.
Resting my hands on the windowsill, I tried to squint and make out who was on the other side of the glass. Sadly it was too dark outside to see anything other than a dark outline of the mysterious person.
“Hey I’m not leaving so you either let me in or let me freeze to death outside” The figure said with a slight edge to his voice. Only now did I realize how cold it must be outside in the January air.
I weighed my choices carefully. On one hand I was literally about to invite someone who I can’t even see into my house. But on the other hand… It did sound kind of fun. After all, I don’t get many shadowy figures tapping at my window every night.
“Fine, but if you do anything shady I’m screaming” I said, leaning down to unhitch the latches on the window.
When I pried the window open the figure instantly jumped from his perch on the tree onto the windowsill, balancing his feet on the white panels. He carefully stepped onto the flooring and I was only now realizing that I had actually let an intruder into my room in the middle of the night.
“U-Um…” I stuttered, unsure of what to do. It might have seemed like a good idea at the time but now that he’s actually here I’m seriously regretting letting in this stranger.
“Where’s the damn lamp… Aha!” He quietly cheered as he discovered where I placed my new lamp, flicking on the switch and illuminating the room.
At this time I could finally get a clear look at his face. His hair was dark and messy, carrying some sort of black grunge look. The light from my lantern somehow reached his face and I could see that he was pretty pale, I assumed he didn’t get the much sun.
The teen flashed a cheeky smirk, striking a pose, “Like what you see?”
I shook my head, nervously laughing, “No… Just wondering why the fuck I let you in here”
He hummed, reaching inside his jacket and pulling out a carton of cigarettes, “I was wondering that myself…”
“Hey! You can’t smoke in here, my parents will find out” With the stick held in his fingers he frowned, looking genuinely disappointed.
“Dammit… You actually moved in here?” He said, shoving the cigarette back into the carton.
I raised an eyebrow, “Who are you, the neighbor or something?”
He frowned, “Yeah, actually. I live next door”
Suddenly I remembered earlier today and thought about how the Donna said she had another son. What was his name…
“Gerard, by the way” Suddenly I could see a bit of the resemblance. Both he and his brother Mikey had similar features, same upturned nose, crooked smile, and hazel eyes. Except for the dusty drown hair that skimmed below Mikey’s forehead, much different than the jet black hair his brother had.
“Yeah, I met your brother Mikey today” Gerard collapsed onto my bed, propping himself up on the headboard.
The dark haired teen gave me a lopsided grin, “Nice kid, isn’t he?”
I nodded thoughtfully, noticing that he was right. Mikey did in fact seem like a pretty sweet guy, with his glasses that he had to keep readjusting or how he looked so uncomfortable when his parents talked badly about Gerard.
Gerard coughed, clearing the sappy atmosphere, “So, where’d you come here from?”
A fond smile found it’s way onto my face as I took a seat next to Gerard, feeling oddly comfortable around him. “Los Angeles”
He gaped, “Really? How is it? I mean, how was it?”
I was a bit surprised at his complete turn around, going from a chain smoking badass who comes into your house at 2am to a child getting excited about a far away land.
A small laugh left my lips as I looked at his eager face, “Well… It’s really loud. I mean, people are always walking everywhere. There are a shit ton of tourist spots but some are actually kind of funny,” A bright memory prodded it’s way into my mind and I suddenly felt a pang of raw homesickness, “…And the music stores are amazing…”
Gerard’s expression faltered, “What’s wrong?”
All the wild emotions that I had been packing away ever since I began tearing down my posters from the walls of my room and saying goodbye to all of my incredible friends began overflowing like a tidal wave, swallowing me whole.
“I just… I really fucking miss LA” I muttered, not wanting to break down in front of him.
“Wait, if it’s so amazing then why did you leave?” He asked, sitting up from his position on the bed.
I chuckled monotonously, “You think I had a choice? My dad got relocated and we had to move. I didn’t exactly have a choice”
“And they didn’t even give you a choice!?” He said, sounding a bit shocked.
Only then did I realize that my mom could have probably heard Gerard’s shouts. I noticed this key fact just a little bit too late.
“Y/N? What are you still doing up? Who… Who are you talking to?” I heard my mom call from down the hall.
Our eyes widened and Gerard seemingly froze mid-rant.
“N-Nothing mom! You can go back to bed!” I shouted back, praying that she would be too tired to actually inspect my room.
Silence. It was so quiet between Gerard and I and the entire house that I thought I could hear the dripping of the faucet in the kitchen sink below us.
“…Okay, sweetie” My mom’s voice was blissfully sleepy. She must be too exhausted from moving in that she didn’t have the energy to straighten me out. Once I heard the reassuring sound of her bedroom door closing I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding.
Gerard let out a shaky, adrenaline rushed laugh, “Wow…”
“Yeah, you should probably go” I said, looking towards the window.
He shrugged, the rage from before dissipated from his face. “That’s fair… I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
“Alright…” I murmured my reply, watching him
as he hopped out of the window, shutting the latches behind him and
disappearing into the night. Leaving me alone to assess what the hell just
happened and why Gerard scribbled his number on the corner of my notebook.
I really like writing for Gerard…
Please leave a note if you enjoyed this. If you don’t then I will
not know you liked it and likely get disheartened and stop :(
It wasn’t always like this. Frank didn’t always feel his heart pound in his chest every time he saw his best friend. That started somewhere around 7th grade when Frank realized that he enjoyed being with one of his guy friends a little too much. Growing up in a strictly Catholic family, along with going to a Catholic school, made him not think about the whole “dicks-turn-me-on” thing too much though. Until one day his best friend of 8 years, Gerard, decided to hold his hand when they were watching a movie at one of the drive-in Cinemas. And, okay, yeah that was it for Frank. And even though it’s cheesy as hell, their hands really did fit perfectly together. And Gerard did that thing with his thumb, where he rubbed it against Frank’s hand. And Frank couldn’t deny it anymore, his heart was about to explode just by holding his hand. Which is fucking ridiculous, he thinks. But yeah, he realized he couldn’t just ignore the fact he’s insanely in love with every inch and molecule of his best friend. Which really fucking sucked, in his opinion. Gerard never explained the whole hand holding situation, which Frank was kind of frustrated with, but also relieved because if the reason ended with “don’t worry i’m not into you or anything” he didn’t know if he would of been able to hold back his emotions. He liked not being sure about Gerard’s feelings for him, sometimes he would look at Frank a little too long, a hug would linger more than it should, and some nights when Gerard thought Frank was asleep, he’d stroke Frank’s hair or play with his fingers. The movie incident was a few months ago though, things have progressed since then. To the point where Frank will sometimes think him and Gerard are actually together. They are both juniors now, so Frank’s hormones are on the rage 25/8, which only makes being around his unnaturally hot best friend with whom he’s in love with, that much worse.
Right now Frank is laying on Gerard’s chest, it’s somewhere around 7pm and they’re in Gerard’s basement listening to music and waiting for Mikey and Kristin to get back. They’re all going to a special viewing of Night of the Living Dead at the town’s drive-in theater. It’s not strange for him to be snuggling with Gerard like this, they’ve been doing it for a while. Neither of them thought much of it because they never fell asleep that way, they just woke up all tangled together. And sometimes Frank would pretend to still be asleep so he can enjoy it a little longer. But a few months before the hand-holding incident, they started going to bed that way too. The first time it was just an accident, Frank fell asleep on Gerard while reading a book and he didn’t want to wake him so Gerard just laid down a little more and let it be. The second time it was on purpose though. They were laying in Gerard’s bed watching a movie, and Frank got tired of leaning on his elbow to see past Gerard, so he just moved Gerard’s arm and snuggled into his side, laying his head on his shoulder to see the movie. And to be close to Gerard. Who didn’t seem to mind the whole cuddling thing, he just wrapped his arm around Frank’s torso and pulled him close. Frank felt warm and fuzzy the rest of the night, because they didn’t move until morning. And as the months went on they didn’t make snuggling a strictly night time thing, sometimes Frank would just come over and curl up next to Gerard, tell him he had a bad day, and Gerard would hold him tight and run his fingers through his hair, he’ll talk to him about random shit. And Frank will just lay there and listen to him until he either falls asleep or Gerard makes food. So this right now isn’t weird or awkward, it’s never weird or awkward.
“So who’s car are we taking?” Frank mumbles against Gerard. His shirt smells really good, which is weird, cuz it’s Gerard.
“Mikey and Kristin are going in my car and me and you are taking the truck.” Gerard says while running his fingers through Frank’s hair. His response makes Frank sit up a little though, propping himself up on Gerard’s chest. So now he’s looking at Gerard and his hand has slid down to stroking franks cheek with his thumb instead, the rest of his fingers curled behind his neck. And Gerard is looking at him in a way that makes his heart hurt, physically ache. But he ignores it.
“Why are we taking the truck?” Frank manages to ask and Gerard smiles. “Cuz we can put blankets and pillows in the back of it and make a little bed, it’ll be fun.” His hand falls back down to his chest and Frank immediately misses it. And he also gets nervous and excited at the same time, a bed, in the truck, at the movies. Perfect. He knows what that means, snuggling with Gerard, and Gerard knows that too. Which means Gerard wants him and Frank to snuggle at the movies and that makes Frank really fucking happy. It’s another thing that makes Frank believe that just maybe, Gerard feels the same way he does. Bless.
“Oh, okay, awesome.” Frank smiles and lays his head back down on Gerard, tapping his fingers against his chest. And Gerard goes back to playing with Frank’s hair.
“Keep it PG alright?” Mikey points and winks at Gerard and Frank sitting in their bundle of blankets of pillows. Frank blushes and Gerard puts up his middle finger and yells, “fuck off,” as Mikey walks back to the car with Kristin in hand.
“Hand me the skittles,” Frank says, he doesn’t want to comment on what Mikey said, doesn’t want it to get awkward. Mikey knows they aren’t actually together, but Mikey is also smarter than both Gerard and Frank so he knows about their love for each other. Which is painful for Mikey to watch, honestly. He just wants to have an intervention with them but he knows it’s something they have to work up to on their own.
Gerard just smiles and hands Frank the bag of skittles. Frank takes the plastic bag and- he notices something. There are only orange and red skittles in it. A bunch of them. He raises his eyebrows at Gerard and even in the dim light from the projection screen (it’s all black and white fuzz right now) he sees Gerard blush. Gerard shifts a little in his spot and scoots back against his pillow. Half way sitting up and half way laying down. “I know orange and red are your favorite so i separated them from a few bags and put them in that one.” Gerard says quietly, the intro credits are staring to roll.
Frank grins, “you didn’t have to do that.” His heart is dying, it’s, it’s actually dying, this is the end for him. It’s such a seemingly small gesture but holy shit Gerard actually sat there and picked out orange and red skittles from bags of skittles, just because they’re Frank’s favorite. His heart is dead. RIP - Frank’s heart.
Gerard just nods his head, “it’s not a big deal, i happen to like all the other colors so i just-”
“Thank you,” Frank interrupts. He scoots back towards Gerard and he puts his arm up inviting Frank in to snuggle up to him. Frank fits himself against Gerard’s side, putting his leg over Gerard’s and resting his head on his shoulder. He pulls a blanket over them and rests his bag of skittles on Gerard’s stomach. Gerard pushes up Frank’s shirt a bit and starts stroking his side. Frank hums in a yes-this-feels-nice sort of way. Gerard rests his other hand near the skittle bag on his stomach. And kisses the top of Frank’s head and whispers “I love you.” Frank’s heart actually fucking flutters, flUTTers. He puts his hand over Gerard’s near the skittle bag, Gerard rubs over his knuckles. Frank turns his head up to look at Gerard and when their eyes meet, he whispers “I love you too.” Gerard lets go of Frank’s hand and pushes hair behind his ear. They smile at each other until a loud bursts of music breaks the moment and Frank puts his head back down. Gerard puts his hand back over Frank’s and tries to pay attention to the movie.
Gerard has decided that he can never see a movie he actually wants to see with Frank. Like a new movie he hasn’t seen a hundred times. Because if Frank’s there, then he might as well not be watching anything. All he can focus on is Frank’s skin, the smell of his hair, the way he fucking eats skittles, for God’s sake. It’s ridiculous, he knows that. But Frank giggles every time someone gets eaten or a zombie gets shot to hell. And that shouldn’t be as cute as it is, but it’s useless pretending it’s not at this point. It’s lame as hell but he wants this for the rest of his life if nothing else, to have Frank snuggled up against him and happy. He wants Frank to be his, forever. And he doesn’t know it but Frank wants the same thing.
When the movie ends cars start rolling out. Mikey and Kristen go ahead and leave because she has a curfew and they’re cutting it close. Frank, reluctantly, pulls himself away from Gerard to start putting away all the blankets and pillows. Along with a foam sheet that they laid on so their backs didn’t die against the hard surface of the truck. After it’s all packed up Frank’s about to climb into the passenger seat when Gerard places his hands on Frank’s hips from behind, stilling him from moving forward. Frank backs up into it though, lets Gerard wrap his arms around him. He’s not sure what’s happening but he knows that he wants to be close to Gerard, so he doesn’t question it. Gerard steps up closer, so Frank’s back is tight up against him. And that makes him feel warm and small, wrapped in a Gerard blanket. Frank turns his head and tilts it back so he can see Gerard’s face. Try to see what he’s thinking, but that doesn’t work. Gerard kisses his nose then, it was right near his mouth, so like, why not? Gerard thinks. And Frank giggles and turns around all the way, resting his hands on Gerard’s chest. Gerard pulls him even closer and Frank wraps his arms around his neck, getting up on his tippy toes to reach all the way around. Frank’s not really sure what’s happening, he’s just kind of rolling with whatever Gerard does. And he’s fine with that because he likes where he is right now. Really close to Gerard, and it’s night time which just makes things more intense because like, darkness and stuff. And he’s acting like he wants to kiss him which is probably why Frank feels like nervous wreck. Gerard uses his nose to tip up Frank’s head and Frank giggles again, of course. Gerard finds that intoxicating. They’re so close, he can feel Frank’s breath against his lips, and he wants to kiss him, so bad, sososososo bad. And Frank’s heart is pounding really fast, he’s not sure wether to go for it or not. There’s all this tension between them, heavy and hot. They way Gerard’s hands feel so big on his hips and back. How he can feel him breathe against his own chest. The way he can tell Gerard had a fruity mint by the way his breath smells. And then Gerard backs them up a little so Frank’s back hits the truck, and he doesn’t stop moving forward till their bodies are pressed together. Frank relaxes on his feet and his arms slide down a bit. This is something he likes, being completely covered by Gerard’s body, not having anywhere to go. Barely being able to breathe because of how close he is. And Gerard’s leaning in, and Frank thinks this is it. This is the thing he’s wanted for so long. And their lips are about to touch when Gerard stops and whispers, “I’m hungry” and Frank fucking loses it. He holds on to Gerard and laughs. Still so close, Gerard can feel Frank shake against him. All he can see is Frank’s mouth, grinning and beautiful. “What?” Gerard backs up a little so he can properly see Frank’s face. “My stomach just grumbled, I’m starving,” he explains and starts to laugh a little too because Frank is still laughing and it’s gorgeous and contagious. “What’s so funny?” he asks and Frank tries to gather himself.
“I was so ready for some hardcore making out and you just,” he starts laughing again, takes a breath, “you just say you’re hungry instead!”
Gerard chuckles and rubs Frank’s sides, “some hardcore making out huh?” And that’s when Frank shuts up.
“Well um, i thought that’s where you were, uh going with the whole you know,” he lightly bangs his head against the truck, “pushing me against the truck thing.” And now he’s blushing, and Gerard’s just smiling it him, and he’s nervous because what if Gerard was just joking with him. Like, what if this was all a big joke but Frank knows Gerard isn’t on that level of assholeness. He would never do that. Instead he’s getting closer again. “Hardcore making out sounds like a great idea,” he whispers and pulls frank right up against him. Frank reaches his hands up so one is behind Gerard’s head, and the other resting on his cheek. “Yeah?” Frank asks, and he can’t see Gerard right now, his eyes are closed and he’s too close anyways. Gerard uses his nose to nod up Frank’s head, get their lips close together again. “Yeah,” he answers and then he kisses Frank, finally. It’s soft, and perfect, and their lips fit perfectly together just like their hands do. Frank feels like he’s floating, and dying, and like there isn’t any air in his lungs. And it feels like they’re in that moment forever. with his stomach exploding and gripping onto Gerard’s hair. Keeping him where he is. Gerard sucks on his lip a little as he slowly pulls away. He doesn’t move his head though, isn’t even able to with the way Frank’s holding it. And Frank can’t open his eyes, he’s still in the moment. But it’s okay though, because Gerard is kissing him again. Frank gets back up on his toes and wraps his arms around Gerard’s neck, his hands in his hair, keeping Gerard where he is. He loves that he has to get on his toes to reach his lips. Loves that Gerard is taller than him. Makes him feel like Gerard’s dominating him, which is kinda kinky, but like, whatever. Theres tongue, lots of it, in Frank’s mouth, which is fantastic. And they’re breathing through their noses so they don’t have to stop. Gerard grabs at Frank’s butt which causes him to whimper around Gerard’s tongue. His hands feel so good on his ass, Frank’s imagined this many times. He can’t- he can’t believe this is actually happening. It’s not like he woke up this morning expecting Gerard to shove him against a truck and make out with him while grabbing his ass. He may of had a dream similar to that but that’s the thing. It was just a dream, and this, this isn’t a dream. That really is Gerard’s tongue in his mouth and those are Gerard’s hands cupping his ass and yes, that’s a truck behind him in which Gerard is pressing him against. His best friend is kissing him like he’s drowning and Frank’s mouth is air. Which is cheesy but true and really fucking perfect.
Frank’s mouth tastes like skittles, a mix of the orange and red ones. His ass feels really nice too, through his skinny jeans which are like, really fucking tight. And really fucking hot. Honestly. And Frank’s arms are cold around his neck, its cold outside, night time does that. But his lips are really warm and really soft. Gerard’s thought about this for so long, he’s been in love with Frank since the first time he figured out how to jack off. He’s in his dreams, all the time, it’s almost annoying how he doesn’t get annoyed of always being around and thinking about Frank. Frank being right there in his arms and attached to his lips, is the best fucking feeling in the world.
“Sorry boys we have to close up.” Frank and Gerard jump apart and look over to see a man standing by the front of the truck. The man smirks and says, “Now get out of here i gotta close the gates.” Frank and Gerard just nod. Frank slips away and gets into the truck, Gerard goes around and gets into the drivers seat.
“I’m still hungry,” Gerard says when they get their seat belts on. Frank giggles and says, “yeah me too.” He looks over at Gerard, who’s already looking at him and smiling. “Diner or pancake house?” He asks. “Pancake house, definitely.” Frank answers.
Gerard starts the car, “I knew there was a reason as to why I love you.” Frank giggles again, God bless, and finds Gerard’s not busy hand to hold. He rests his head back on the seat and keeps looking at Gerard. “I love you too,” Frank says and Gerard glances at him before turning his attention back to the road.
“Is it wrong if you get soda with double chocolate pancakes?” Frank asks from across the table. And he’s being completely serious too. Frank feels like he needs confirmation from Gerard when it comes to pancaking. He is the expert.
“If your stomach can handle the sugar then go for it.” It’s almost horrifying though. Pancakes are an art form not a candy. Double chocolate chip his ass. But Frank’s too adorable with his tongue sticking out focusing on the menu that he’ll just keep that opinion to himself.
“What are you getting?” Frank puts down the menu and rest his head on his hand, using the other one to find Gerard’s. “Banana pancakes, and coffee.” Gerard intertwines their fingers over the table and smiles. “Are you tired?” Frank asks and Gerard laughs because he doesn’t need to he tired to drink coffee. It’s more of a precaution kind of thing. “No but you don’t fall asleep till like 3am and I dont like falling asleep before you.” Gerard explains. “Are you nervous I’m going to like, draw a mustache on you in your sleep?” Frank giggles and Gerard rolls his eyes. “You really want to know why?” Frank nods, Gerard sighs. “Fine okay uh, I like… watching you sleep…. sometimes. Not like because I’m plotting your death or anything you just-” he sighs, “um is that creepy? Cuz i can stop i mean… yeah.” He feels awkward, and exposed, and awkward, and he totally mumbled that all out so he’s not even sure if Frank heard everything right. But Frank’s just sitting there grinning like a fucking idiot and staring at Gerard. “Don’t stop,” he says, but it kinda comes out as a whisper. Gerard watches him sleep and Frank thinks that’s fucking adorable. He’s not creeped out at all, he feels honored even.
Someone clears their throat and they look up to see a waiter looking kind of unsure and awkward. “Um, sorry to interupt but can i get you two anything to drink? Eat?” Frank and Gerard take their hands back and order their food.
Frank thinks he’s going to die. Literally. Gerard’s perfect, fucking dumb sometimes but perfect. And he’s in love with him. And obviously Gerard at the least likes him more than just a friend due to the whole making out and skittles and the watching him sleep thing and the fact Gerard hasn’t stopped looking at him like he created fucking Star Wars. While they eat they talk about a whole bunch of random shit, like how movies always seem to look cooler on projection, how they need more blankets next time. They don’t really talk about the kiss or anything like that, it’s just like any other night with Gerard and that’s what makes Frank so damn happy. Nothing is awkward and nothing changes, it’s just him and Gerard like always. Except hopefully they get to do that kissing thing again, and Frank really wants to know what Gerard’s cock feels like in his mouth, and other places.
When they’re done eating and the place is about to close, Gerard and Frank slip out and head back to Gerard’s house. When they finally get inside Mikey and their dad are chilling in the living watching Wrestling. They manage to slip by without much chit chat and into the basement. “God bless,” Gerard sighs and flops on his bed. Frank giggles and closes the door. He’s not sure what happens now. Do they pretend like the whole kissing thing didn’t happen? Because Frank doesn’t want that at all. He wouldn’t be able to do it. But he’s pretty sure there’s syrup in his hair so he’ll shower. And wow- okay- ideas. “I’m gonna shower,” Frank says and by now Gerard is sitting up in his bed. “You should too.” Frank adds on. Gerard groans, “I showered like, yesterday, I’m clean leave me alone.” He buries his head in his arms folded on top of his knees. Frank steps towards the bed, “well, would you want to shower with me?” He asks and Gerard’s head shoots up. He looks like a fish out of water and Frank chuckles a bit. “Come on, we can like, wash each other hair, you can give me a mohawk, it’ll be fun.” He smiles and reaches out for Gerard’s hand and Gerard just takes it and gets up. He’s not passing the opportunity of seeing Frank all covered in soap and water GOD.
Frank leads him to the bathroom and the first thing he does is get out his phone and put on some music, music makes thing less awkward, most of the time. And Frank’s feeling a tad awkward but mostly really fucking excited because yes shower with Gerard yes.
Gerard turns the shower on and looks over at Frank, reaching out his arm and stepping closer to him. He grabs franks right hip and pulls him closer. He puts his other hand on frank’s left hip and his thumbs under his shirt. Gerard looks up at Frank and Frank understands then, he lifts up his arms, not breaking eye contact with Gerard. He takes off Frank’s shirt and then his own, slides his hands over frank’s torso. Frank’s head kind of rolls back and he closes his eyes and Gerard’s going to fucking lose it. Frank licks his lips and looks up at Gerard with half lidded eyes and he’s dONE. He steps closer, standing over Frank, and kisses him, holding his head in his hands. And this one is immediately filled with want and need, they aren’t taking it slow at all. Gerard’s biting and sucking at frank’s lips and Frank’s whimpering and moaning. He wants Gerard all over him, he almost forgets about the shower but the steam starts filling up the room. He goes for Gerard’s belt and manages to get it off really fast which he’s kind of proud of himself for. Gerard breaks this kiss and starts working on pushing down his jeans and Frank does the same. He turns towards the shower and gets his jeans all the way off. He looks down and yeah that’s a boner in his underwear. He looks behind his shoulder at Gerard who’s looking at Frank and holding his dick through his boxers. Which is hot as hell. Frank keeps eye contact with him and bites his lip, starting to slide down his own boxers and yep, Gerard’s eyes go straight to his ass. Bless. Frank smirks and slides them all the way over his butt until they drop to the ground. He keeps his eyes on Gerard as he steps in the shower, pulling the curtain, he asks,“are you comin’?”
He hears shuffling and the curtain open and as the water goes over him he feels Gerard’s hands on him again. Wrapping around his waist from behind. Frank leans back into it and Gerard feels hot against him. Kisses start going up his neck from his shoulder and he leans his head back on Gerard’s shoulder to let him do it. The water is hitting his chest, it’s warm but Gerard’s lips against his skin feels a lot better than literally anything else. Gerard starts rubbing his hands all over Frank’s stomach, he kisses the crease where his shoulder and neck meet and that’s when Frank starts moaning a little. He reaches back to hold on to Gerard’s hair and pushes his ass back a little until Gerard just pulls his hips back against his dick and holy hell it’s big. “Fuck yeah,” Frank whimpers out and Gerard’s gonna cry. He pushes Frank against the shower wall to grind his hips against Frank’s ass. His cheek is pressed against Gerard’s and he’s moving Frank’s hips for him and Gerard’s cock is sliding up the crease of his ass and Frank’s not even touching his dick but he feels like he’s about to come with the way Gerard is biting and sucking his neck along with moaning in his ear. The feeling of Gerard’s cock sliding against his asshole, and how if he just tilted his hips a bit it would just slide into him is making it all that much hotter. Gerard looks down and watches his cock slide up and down Frank’s ass which looks really small compared to his dick. It just makes him want to fuck Frank even more. But that can wait, there’s something else he’s been wanting to do for a long time. “I’ve always really loved your ass,” Gerard whispers and Frank moans and shoves his ass back against Gerard’s cock and that when he stops thrusting against him and gets down on his knees. Frank’s confused and misses Gerard’s cock and tongue and kisses, “what are you-”
“Shh spread your legs a little,” Gerard tells him and starts palming at his dick to take the edge off cuz wOw Frank’s ass is right there and he’s so fucking hard. Frank complies though and spreads his legs until Gerard tells him to stop. Frank rests his forehead and hands on the tile waiting for whatever Gerard’s about to do. Gerard stands back up though, and starts kissing down frank’s neck, spine, stopping sometimes and sucking at certain places that Frank tends to respond to more to than others. And Frank’s head is floating, he’s pretty sure now what Gerard’s gonna do and he’s eager as hell for it. When he feels Gerard get to the bottom of his spine he pushes his ass up a bit, he wants it so bad. “I know, I know,” Gerard whispers and pushes Frank’s ass back down with his hands. He’s on his knees again and Frank’s shaking in want. When he feels Gerard’s lips at the top of his ass he whimpers and tries to keep his hips where they are. Which becomes easier when Gerard tightly grips Frank’s ass, spreading his cheeks and dragging his tongue down Frank’s crease. Frank is a whimpering mess and he never thought his asshole would actually be aching because of how much he just wants something in it. Which is fucking weird, actually, but also kinda hot. He almost starts complaining for Gerard to do something but then he feels Gerard’s tongue against his asshole and he’s moaning instead. Gerard starts doing something unholy with his tongue and by the way Frank’s moaning and clawing at the tiles he obviously is enjoying it. Frank lets a hand down to start jacking off but Gerard takes it and presses it against the tile and just says, “no.” And holy fucking mother fucking shit Frank is fine and dandy with that because dominating Gerard is fucking hot he can totally roll with that. But he needs to grab on to something with the way Gerard is completely making him fall apart with just his tongue. So he grabs his own hair and pulls a little which wow okay just makes him moan again. So far Frank has discovered two new kinks he has, awesome. And Gerard’s still going at is with his tongue, Frank wants to ride his face but also really wants Gerard to keep being in control. “God, baby you taste so good,” Gerard manages to say without really stopping what he’s doing. And Frank moans at that because what the fuck how can an asshole taste good. Honestly. But he’s just going to take Gerard’s word for it. And when Frank thinks it can’t possibly get any better it does. Gerard pushes his tongue into Frank a little and moves it around and Frank actually fucking shouts. He can feel Gerard moan inside him which is fucking ridiculous and hot as hell. Gerard keeps pushing his tongue deeper and deeper inside until he doesn’t have any tongue left. He moves it around and he’ll take it out and lick the rim of Frank’s asshole then shove it back in. He does this a few more times before Frank’s moaning louder and whimpering and pulling at his hair which just makes everything feel so much better. Gerard’s tongue starts going faster and faster and flicking around and at some point he even sucks at the rim and thats when Frank shouts probably too loud and comes all over the shower wall. He never even touched his dick, what the fucking hell. He’s seeing white and then black and its like the wind has been knocked out of him. He just had the best orgasm of his life because of a tongue in his ass, Gerard’s tongue in his ass more importantly. Gerard doesn’t even fucking stop he just keeps going at it like he’s trying to prove a point or something. That he can make Frank come? point proven but he’s not stopping. “You tryna kill me?” Frank whimpers out and Gerard finally stops and actually fucking giggles like he was just playing a board game and not shoving his tongue into his best friend’s asshole. What the fuck.
Gerard stands up and Frank hasn’t moved at all, he can barely feel anything except for the hands rubbing at his stomach. He places a kiss behind Frank’s ear and Frank manages to get his brain together and turn around. “You’re a wreck,” Gerard says with a smile and Frank just nods a little. Gerard pulls him close by the waist and kisses him, his mouth doesn’t taste like ass, surprisingly. He would wrap his arms around Gerard’s neck if he didn’t feel like a noodle still. It’s not until he feels Gerard’s hard on against his thigh that he remembers the whole sex thing goes both ways. He reaches a hand down to get a hold of Gerard’s dick and holy fucking shit it feels bigger than it looks. Gerard bites Frank’s lip with a whimper and pulls away, “you don’t have to-”
“I wanna blow you, please?” Frank strokes Gerard’s dick and looks up at him with pleading eyes. He really fucking wants Gerard’s cock in his mouth like last year. And Gerard’s mind is like what the hell because Frank said fucking “please” and is looking at Gerard like he has a million dollars to offer him. Gerard’s not answering him so Frank just pushes him back a little and gets on his knees. Gerard’s cock is kind of intimidating actually, but theres pre come already coming out of the tip and it’s flushed and Frank just really fucking want to taste it. So he looks up at Gerard, who’s jaw is dropped, and asks again, “please?” And Frank knows what he’s doing, he knows this whole submissive act is fucking with Gerard in a good way, by the look of his dick and face. “Shit, Frankie, yeah, fuck.” Frank grins and grips Gerard’s hips, licking from the base of his cock to the tip. He kisses the head when he hears Gerard whimper from above him. This is amazing, his mouth is finally on his best friend’s cock. He’s been craving it forever, jacking off to the thought of blowing Gerard. It gives him butterflies and this nervous feeling hoping he isn’t terrible at this now. He’s only done this once before, some dude named Pete from the soccer team last year behind the bleachers. It was pretty fucking awesome because Pete has a nice dick and he’s hot and he didn’t hold back at all with fucking Frank’s mouth which Frank probably enjoys a little too much. He thinks he liked it more than Pete did given the fact he came in his pants before Pete was even done with his mouth. He probably came so fast because the whole time Pete was fucking his mouth he was imagining it being Gerard’s dick instead. He sucks on the head of Gerard’s cock a bit, lapping his tongue around it, and then he feels a hand in his hair. Frank goes down all the way to the base of Gerard’s cock, due to the blessed gift of not having a gag reflex. He can feel the 8 inches in his throat and thats the best fucking part. Gerard moans and pulls at Frank’s hair which just makes Frank moan around his dick. He almost forgot how good it feels having to breathe through his nose because someone’s cock is down his throat. It’s fucking amazing and he feels like he needs to go to confession and get baptized again for even thinking it. But he doesn’t care because he loves it. Frank pulls off slowly while looking up at Gerard who looks wrecked as hell. “Can you fuck my mouth?” he asks when he’s all the way off, but he keeps Gerard’s cock in his hand, rubbing the head of it on his lips like it’s fucking chapstick or something. He thinks he sees Gerard’s eyes roll back in his head, Gerard wants to take a picture of Frank like this. "You want that?“ He asks and Frank just nods while sucking the head of Gerard’s cock in his mouth, not breaking eye contact. "Fucking hell do you run a porn website I don’t know about?” Frank would laugh but he’s too focused on getting Gerard to fuck his mouth. Instead he just opens his mouth ad wide as he can, relaxes his jaw and waits for Gerard to just thrust into him. Gerard runs his hand through Frank’s hair and tilts his head up a little to get a better look at Frank. Frank puts his hands behind his back and that’s when Gerard loses it and starts to slowly slide his cock in and out of Frank’s mouth. Frank’s so into it, Gerard feels so good against his tongue, this is what he’s wanted for so long. He doesn’t have to imagine this. Gerard starts going faster and Frank tries to keep up with his tongue. He starts to close his eyes to focus more but Gerard pulls at his hair and says, “look at me.” So he does what Gerard says and opens his eyes, kind of half lidded though, which Fran thinks is a lot sexier than just staring at him with wide eyes. Frank watches as Gerard basically falls apart, he goes faster and faster and Frank can feel Gerard’s cock start to throb in his mouth. So he hallows out his cheeks and sucks. Gerard grabs Frank’s head with both hands and holds it still while he goes faster. Frank’s eyes are about to roll back in his head as Gerard strokes his thumb over his cheek, to feel his own dick through Frank’s skin. Gerard pulls on Frank’s hair harder and he moans around his cock, three more thrusts and he’s coming down Frank’s throat. Which Frank is really fucking happy about but he takes charge again and pulls Gerard’s dick out of his mouth, sucking on the head and stroking the rest. Wanting to be able to taste his come. Frank sucks at it until Gerard’s cock goes limp in his hand. His dick is half hard after that but he feels too wrecked to do anything about it. His throat hurts and his jaw is sore but that’s what he wanted.
Frank just sits there looking up at Gerard, and Gerard’s legs feel weak after that so he joins Frank on the tub floor. He flips the little switch over the drain so the water doesn’t drain out. Gerard doesn’t feel like standing for a while.
“We’re did you learn how to do that?” Gerard asks, smiling at Frank and leaning back against the end of the tub. Frank just giggles at him, well kinda, it’s a dry giggle where Frank really feels the sting in his throat. So he catches some water with his hands and drinks it to soothe it over. Frank scoots himself in front of Gerard and Gerard pulls him onto his lap, he wraps his legs around Gerard’s waist and kisses him. “I could ask you the same thing,” he responds and wow his voice is scratchy. Gerard just wraps his arms around Frank’s waist and kisses him again. “Are you okay?” He’s worried he may have been too hard on Frank. But Frank smiles and nods his head and kisses Gerard again so he thinks Frank is good. They make out for a bit like that, no tongue or anything, just little lip bites here and there. Until Frank decides he really want to wash Gerard’s hair, give him a shampoo mohawk. And that’s what they do, they sit in the tub of water and give each other hairdos. Frank giggles a lot, as much as he can, and they kiss a lot, and Gerard doesn’t stop smiling. And it doesn’t feel awkward either, after what they just did it’s not much of a surprise. Gerard washes Frank’s back which turns into Gerard kissing Frank’s neck. Frank ends up laying on Gerard kinda, his legs curled up between Gerard’s, his arms around his neck, and Gerard’s hands all over his torso and back. They’re kissing slowly, just enjoying each other. He likes the way Frank feels against him, his weight, which isn’t much, but he like how small Frank is. How he just folds up and always seems to fit perfectly against his body. Like they were made for each other which is fucking cheesy and dumb but Gerard feels like being in love gives him the right to be cheesy and dumb.
They don’t stop until Frank starts shivering from the water, and his phone dies from playing music. They get out and neither of them feel tired, just really relaxed. Frank just wants to get in bed and snuggle with Gerard and kiss a little more. So they dry off and Frank takes a pair of Gerard’s boxers to sleep in because they’re bigger and Star Wars themed and he likes the way they hang so low on his hips. Gerard does too.
He gets in bed and Frank finds Gerard’s phone and heads back to the bathroom. “Where ya goin?” Gerard dramatically reaches out for Frank. “Im brushing my teeth, your dick was in my mouth.” Frank points out and Gerard laughs. “But my tongue was in your asshole, should i be brushing my teeth too?” Frank nods. “Imma just chill here.” Frank shakes his head, “you’re disgusting.” He walks into the bathroom and as he shuts the door he hears Gerard say, “I’m just savoring the taste of your-” and before he can finish what he’s saying Frank slams the door. He can hear Gerard laughing and can’t help but grin and also be a tad grossed out because he knows where Gerard was going with that. He brushes his teeth but then uses Gerard’s phone to take selfies in Gerard’s underwear because if this is a boyfriend thing he wants to be the kind of boyfriend who sends lots of nudes and what not. And starting off with taking pictures in Gerard’s underwear on Gerard’s phone as a little surprise for whenever he decides to go through his pics seems like a good start. He takes a few that are more cute than sexual and then he takes a lot more that are straight up sexual. Like sliding the boxers half way down his ass and taking a picture of it over his shoulder, etc. After Pete moved away Frank sent him nudes for a while. They never dated or anything but Pete was cool and good at sexting so what the hell. But Pete ended up getting a girlfriend so they thought best to stop. Which was a little saddening because he took out all his Gerard fantasies on Pete to keep himself from jumping Gerard every time he saw him. But now he has Gerard to send nudes to, and to jump, if he’s into that, but why wouldn’t he be.
After taking like 30 pictures he goes back into the bedroom to see that Gerard has put in Breakfast at Tiffanies but has it paused. He almost rolls his eyes because they fucking watched that yesterday but it’s not like Frank was even paying attention with being all cuddled up with Gerard and all that. "Hey, come here,“ Gerard reaches out his hands and Frank sets the phone down on the desk and goes towards Gerard, taking his hand and being pulled down to the bed. Frank immediately snuggles into Gerard’s side, and Gerard holds him close, wrapping an arm tightly around him. Frank rests his head on the same pillow as Gerard’s. "So tell me about that tongue thing you did,” Frank says and starts playing with Gerard’s free hand. Gerard laughs and looks at Frank, “really?” Frank nods his head. “I read about it online, it’s like you write the alphabet with your tongue. It’s supposed to be for eating girls out but i thought it’d work on guys too… did it? like, was that okay?” Gerard actually looks concerned, like he didn’t see Frank come all over the shower wall without even touching his dick. “It was more than okay,” he almost preaches, “you should do that literally every time i see you.” He chuckles but he’s also being kind of serious, he would not mind that at all. “Anything for you,” and he’s being completely serious about that. A couple seconds of silence pass by of them just staring at each other, more like gazing, actually. “What is this?” Frank asks, it comes out as a whisper and he’s not sure why, maybe because he’s scared of the answer he’ll get. Or maybe his throat is done working. Gerard looks confused. “Are we like,” Frank looks at his and Gerard’s fingers intertwined together, “Are we together now? like, boyfriends?” He clarifies. His heart is racing and Gerard’s looks a little worried. “Yeah i mean, I was hoping the reason for the the whole,” he plays with Frank’s fingers a little, “shower sex thing was because you wanted to be with me, like, boyfriend wise. But if not-” “Yes, yeah that’s what I want,” Frank stops him from assuming otherwise. “Oh, okay good,” Gerard sighs in relief, “that’s what I want too.” They both grin at each other and Gerard kisses him and for a second it’s just kissing teeth because Frank’s still smiling. Eventually he’s able to kiss back properly and grab Gerard’s shirt to pull him closer and feel really happy because Gerard is his boyfriend now. And that’s the best thing in the world at the moment, Gerard holding him and kissing him. He likes how Gerard holds his head and how he stokes his cheek and how Gerard is really talented with his tongue. He likes how warm Gerard’s hands are and how good they feel on his skin. He loves how Gerard stops kissing him for a second to tell Frank he loves him. That he’s in love with him. That he loves every part of Frank, even the parts he kind of hates sometimes. And Frank tells him he’s in love with him too, that he has been for a while. Then they kiss more and Frank gets that floating feeling again and the little sparks in his stomach. They end up forgetting to play Breakfast at Tiffanies, instead they make out until Frank’s lips can barely move anymore and he’s falling asleep on Gerard’s shoulder. And Gerard plays with Frank’s hair and runs his fingers up and down his side until he himself falls asleep. And for once, Gerard’s not going to bed wishing for things to be different between him and Frank. Because they’re different now, just like Gerard wanted. Just like Frank wanted.
In the morning Frank wakes up to Gerard staring at him which would be creepy but it’s not because it’s Gerard. They stay in bed for a while, cuddling, kissing. Frank gets showered in compliments about how amazing and beautiful he is and it makes Frank want to cry a bit. Gerard mentions that Frank is an angel and he decides to prove that wrong with another one of his blowjobs. Then Gerard decides to go down on Frank and finger him at the same time which is a big success because Frank has to put a pillow over his face to keep himself from moaning so loud that everyone within a five mile radius would know that Frank Iero is getting laid. Also Gerard doesn’t even have to do much work because Frank ends up fucking himself on his fingers until he comes down Gerard’s throat. They eat breakfast after a bit more making out and they talk about everything from their new relationship to what planet would be best to live on if earth ever exploded. But Gerard just made it complicated by adding how the hell they would get to their planet of choice which happens to be in a different galaxy. But Frank doesn’t mind listening to Gerard ramble on about the star ship enterprise and obtaining energy from the sun. Frank ends up having to leave to go to a youth group thing though, and Gerard barely lets go of him. They make out in the doorway of his bedroom until the very last second before he’d be really late. And when Gerard walks him to the door everyone in his family just happens to be in the living room giving them knowing looks and Frank starts to wonder if the whole pillow thing didn’t work as well as he thought. Gerard and Frank say goodbye and while Gerard has to deal with the smirks and winks of his family, Frank has to keep it all a secret with his if he wants to be alive long enough to ever be able to ride Gerard’s cock till he faints. And he really wants to do that.
It’s not until Frank’s in the middle of the youth group meeting that Gerard texts him. “I just jacked off to those pictures you left thanks” Frank tries not to laugh or think of Gerard stroking his dick to pictures of his ass in Star Wars boxers. He fails at one of those. “Imma send u nudes l8r if thats chill” Frank responds. “Holy fuckkgnshit yes that’s chill” “I want some dick pics tho pls” “fuckdjkcjfn okay yes i can do that” “thanks oh can i ride ur cock the next time your fam is out because i really want to do that and there’s no way in hell imma be able to be quiet about it” “i love you” Is all Gerard replies with which actually makes Frank giggle and people look at him but no one seems to care about the fact he has his phone out so he’s good. “I love you too”
Frank ends up being able to escape to the bathroom and lock himself in a stall to take pictures of his bare ass to send to Gerard because what the hell. He adds in the message, “is it bad to be thinking about you fucking me with your giant cock while in church¿?” “yes, gonna fucking punish u for that next time i get u naked” and holy shit okay Frank has to sit down on the toilet and shove his pants down because he’s not walking around the Fathers with a raging boner. He licks his hand and starts stroking himself, biting his lip to keep quiet. He takes a picture of his cock and sends it to Gerard with the caption, “good, i want you too, tell me more” “Fuck frankie are u actually getting off at church” “well yeah i dont think u realize what the thought of ur cock in my ass does to me” “fuckkgn christ okay i want u to film urself” and thAT gets Frank excited. “yeah? okay i can do that, what do u want me to think about?” “the next time im alone with u, how im gonna tie u up to my headboard and eat u out till u come, then im gonna fuck u so hard u wont be able to walk for a week, then imma fuck u with my tongue again, want to know if u taste different after my cocks been there” Frank actually curses to himself when he reads that. Then sets his phone up on the toilet paler holder, taking out his wallet to put behind his phone to keep it up. He thinks about what Gerard said and starts stroking his cock faster. How he wants to be tied up and used, how good it felt when Gerard ate him out in the shower. He thinks about Gerard’s hands all over his body, pushing and pulling him to do whatever Gerard wants him to do. Frank gets up off the toilet seat and closes the lid. He places his phone and wallet on the toilet to get the angle he wants. Frank will be able to look into the camera and Gerard will be able to see his ass and cock so its all perfect. Frank licks over two of his fingers and reaches behind him, pushing one in he bites his lip and tilts his head back, trying not to moan, without taking his eyes off the camera. He keeps doing this until he puts another finger in, and then another, and then he has to bite as his arm folded on the toilet lid to keep himself quiet, breaking eye contact with the camera. He gets so lost in the thought of Gerard’s cock inside him, fucking him fast and hard. How deep Gerard can go with his 8 inch dick, how good it’ll feel to be stretched open that much. Even the pain of it when Gerard first starts out, because Frank’s only used a 6 inch dildo that isnt as wide as Gerard’s cock either, so it’ll hurt. But Frank wants it to, he wants Gerard to have no mercy when he fucks him. He want to feel used by Gerard’s cock, and he doesn’t want to be able to move or walk for a weak because of it. And the feeling of Gerard’s tongue on his used and sore asshole is something he can’t wait to experience. The thought of Gerard’s come dripping down his thigh when he’s done with Frank drives him insane. He doesn’t realize he’s sitting up riding his fingers and biting his wrist until he comes everywhere. Once again, he didn’t even have to touch his fucking cock. He was able to constantly hit that spot that makes him feel like he’s tide up and falling apart all at the same time. He stops the recording and cleans up the mess of come with toilet paper and flushes it down the toilet. After he gets himself situated he sends the video to Gerard with the caption, “got a little carried away.”
About ten minutes later Frank’s back in with his class with Father Reed talking about respecting your elders and what not when he gets a text from Gerard. In it, there’s a picture of Gerard’s spent cock laying on his stomach and cum all over his abs. And the message says, “can’t believe my boyfriend is a damn porn star” Frank giggles at that and saves the picture of Gerard’s cock as memorabilia of their first sexting experience together. He thinks of how many other sexting experiences they’ll have together, and real life ones too. And he can’t wait, and it’s not just because he loves getting off, it’s because he loves Gerard. And being with him like that is special as hell and he loves how Gerard makes him feel during sex. Not only the orgasm part of it, but how wanted and loved Gerard makes him feel. Like he’s the only person he wants to be with, the only person Gerard wants to get naked with. And Frank has to stop thinking about it or he’ll start crying from happiness cause he’s a sensitive wreck like that. He just responds to Gerard’s text saying, “not a porn star, just really love your cock. I’ll call u l8r, this Father is about to get pissed at me for texting i can tell, if only he knew wut i did in the bathroom. i love you <3 xofrnk”
Loving the Soulmate AUs. What about the ones where everyone has some sort of
mark that is identical to their soulmate’s? And the fate just brings them
together, but the Mark lets them know they were meant to be. Idk if you wanna
do the other boys. But I thought it was cute. (oooooo and what if two of the
boys’ soulmates were identical twins, just with different marks, and they all
meet at the same time? I think they would die)
aaaaaaaah, I haven’t written for Leo in what feels like forever, so I chose him
and Raph (because they my faves.)
You and your twin sister
Ella were identical in just about every way. Except for one. Your soulmate
mark. Yours was a pair of swords, Katanas, according to a google search, with a
bunch of music notes floating around them. Hers was a pair of Sais lined in red
and a few roses.
It was eyebrow-raising to
say the least. What on earth did your soulmates do for fun? The weapon theme
made you think that maybe they worked together somehow. Or perhaps they were
rivals. You had no clue. But it was curious. Very curious.
Leo sat in his room
contemplating. His intense blue eyes were fixed intensely on the tattoo on his
forearm. Unlike the other tattoos he had amassed over time, this one had
developed over time. It darkened into his arm as he mutated into…well…whatever
he was now.
Not quite human, and yet
not quite inhuman either. Something in between. Yes, technically he was a giant
turtle, but he would argue that he was more than the average terrapin. No, Leo
and his brothers were something else.
And so he sat there on
his bed, large green fingers gently tracing the marks there. The Katanas he
could only assume were for him, which meant that the music notes must be for
his soulmate, whoever they were. Maybe a singer or an instrumentalist? He
didn’t know, but he would lay awake at night thinking about it sometimes. How
he got so lucky as to even have a soulmate at all, he wasn’t sure. But he
thanked his lucky stars that someday, somehow, he would meet the one meant for
You and Ella worked at
the coffee shop downtown. It was small, quiet, kind of off the beaten path, but
it was perfect. And on karaoke night, it became more perfect. A single spotlight, an emotional song, and suddenly
the space became something different entirely. And though you would never admit
it, perhaps it was a way to show off for a potential soulmate.
After a successful night
at the shop, you and Ella closed up shop and started the walk home. It wasn’t
quite dark out, the sun was still setting on the warm summer night, and
something felt different. Like fate was waiting just around the corner. You
were more right than you knew. And so you followed the warm feeling blooming in
your stomach, the feeling that something big was happening.
As usual, you and Ella
made your way towards the fire escape on the side of the apartment you shared,
but something was waiting in the alley below.
If you asked Leo or Raph
why they were there, they couldn’t have answered. They didn’t know. Nor did
they know why they hadn’t told Donnie or Mikey about it. They hadn’t even told
eachother. They had just kind of run into one another in the alley beneath a
random fire escape. And when the warm feeling spread through their bodies,
suddenly they knew. They were here
for a purpose.
And the purpose just came
around the corner.
The moment Leo set eyes
on you, he knew. The way the mere
sight of you made his legs feel like they were made of Jello and the slow smile
that spread across your face sent a flurry of butterflies through his stomach.
“Hi there,” you waved
shyly, unable to stop smiling warmly at the tall turtle in the sapphire mask.
“Hello. Ma’am.” He tried
to speak, but the words were hard to form. “I. Wow. Hi. You’re. Uh.”
You stepped forward
slowly, eyes never leaving his as your small hands took hold of his large green
one. You pulled down his arm to look. You already knew what you would find
there, but you had to see for yourself. There on his green forearm was the
familiar mark that you had spent so much time looking over. You held up your
arm beside his, and his blue eyes looked to yours as though he had suddenly
realized the meaning to everything. The world had clicked into place,
everything was clear. A world of darkness suddenly flushed into light.
“I’m (Y/N),” you
provided. He took a few shallow breaths before responding.
“Leonardo.” He replied.
You loved the sound of his name. You stood there looking up at him until you
couldn’t take it anymore. You hugged him. Tightly, warmly, nuzzling into the crook
of his neck before pressing about a dozen kisses to his cheeks. At first, Leo
was taken aback. Hugging was not commonplace for him. He had never held anyone
as tightly as he held you. And God, he never wanted to let go.
Request: could you do a josh one where the guys find out your dating as they walk in to a restaurant and see you two there having a romantic meal etc
“You look beautiful tonight (Y/N).” your red headed boyfriend complimented, sitting across from you at dinner.
“Thank you handsome. You don’t look too bad yourself.” smiling back at him.
You and Josh have only been seeing each other for a few months. You first bumped into him at a coffee shop. Literally, bumped into him.
*Flashback to memory*
You were in a hurry that morning, stuck at the pick up counter waiting for your latte. It seemed to take forever. When the barista finally gave you your coffee, you began to race out of the shop. You weren’t quite paying attention, quickly turning your body, and slammed into someone. Dropping your latte to the floor and spilling it everywhere.
You instantly reacted, apologizing up and down. You looked up to see a tall guy with red, curly hair. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention…” you were interrupted by an understanding voice.
“Don’t worry it’s ok. I’m perfectly fine! I’m just thankful it didn’t spill on me!” He joked. The first thing you noticed was his smile. It was genuine. Making you feel better about the whole ordeal.
You both stood up, so the one of the workers could clean up your mess.“Are you sure you’re alright? I’m sorry, I’m usually not this distracted or clumsy.”
“Seriously I’m alright. In fact, let me get you a new coffee. I’m Josh by the way.” he reached his hand out to shake with yours.
“That so nice of you! I’m (Y/N). And I promise I’ll try not to spill this one.” you both laughed. Josh got you a coffee as well as himself, you talked in that coffee shop all morning. Before you knew it, you went on a few dates, and then started dating.
Tonight Josh wanted to take you to a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant. He had had a really busy week with special projects for his channel. Which meant various meetings and video planning. So you hadn’t gotten to see him that much. You had been looking forward to this dinner date all week.
Josh reached across the table for your hand. Then took his thumb, guiding it back and forth along the side of it. You loved when he did this. It was one of your favorite things. With your hands still intertwined, you both glance down at your menus, trying decide what you want.
The waiter came and took your order. As he walked away, you heard Josh mumble, “Oh shit.” His body language tensed up and his eyes shot down at the table.
“Josh what is it?” Trying to figure out his bizarre behavior. Your eyes still fixed on Josh, who still had his head down. “Can you answer me please weirdo?”
He lifted his head a little and shot you a glance. “The boys are here.” he whispered.
You adjusted your body in your seat, giving yourself a better view of the front of the restaurant. You suddenly realized why Josh was acting so uneasy. There in the entrance stood Mikey, Joe, Jack, Oli, and Caspar. Conor was away with George for the weekend. None of the boys knew about you. The only person who knew you and Josh were dating was Caspar. Which made sense because they lived together. It would’ve been awfully hard hiding it from him. Josh told you he wanted to spend time together, just the two of you. He knew how the boys could be sometimes and wanted to be more private at first. Giving you a chance to get to know each other without a lot of attention. However, it had been a few months now. So many things went through your mind.
Why hasn’t he said anything?
Does he not want to go public?
Is he embarrassed?
“We knew we weren’t going to be able hide from them forever. They were going to find out sooner or later.” you explained.
“Yeah well I didn’t know that day would be today!” He fumbled with the napkin in his lap, avoiding any eye contact. “(Y/N) I have an idea. Go to the bathroom and I’ll let you know when the coast is clear. Go! Go!”
You shoot him a look in disbelief with your hands on your hips, “Seriously Josh? You’re being ridiculous. I’m not doing that!” He glared back at you unamused.
It was too late you had already been spotted.
“Cor look who it is! It’s JP! And look, he’s got a lady friend with him!” Mikey shouted across the restaurant, waving over to Josh. Also grabbing the attention of the other boys. He sighed with a fake smile on his face and waved back. They made their way over and congregated around our table.
“Hey there buddy!” Joe cheered, giving him a nudge.
“Well, well what do we have here? Jack sat down, putting his arm around Josh.
“Yeah Josh. Why haven’t you introduced us to your friend?” Oli chimed in. You were surprised Josh didn’t say anything. Which kind of bothered you.
Jack spoke up again, “We should join you! You don’t mind. Do you Josh?” Before he could respond, they already began pulling chairs up and sat down. Making themselves comfortable.
As you sat and ate your food, the boys carried on in conversation.
“So where did you meet the ginger tree?” Jack asked jokingly.
You were about to answer when Josh cut you off, “Guys please lay off. You’re not even supposed to be here.” he scoffed.
“Alright Josh mate. Calm down.” Mikey interjected. Josh just brushed it off and went back to his food. You were curious why he was behaving so weird. He wasn’t making it a point to introduce you to his friends or acknowledge your relationship. Which really pissed you off.
You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to say something. “Josh do you understand how annoyed I am right now?” firmly sitting with your arms crossed, glaring at him. Completely oblivious he just shrugged his shoulders.
You felt yourself getting more annoyed and upset. “Maybe I should leave.” you blurted. Finally getting his attention, he glanced up at you about to speak. But you didn’t want to hear it. Without saying another word, you got up and exited the restaurant. You heard footsteps run after you, it was Josh.
Grabbing your arm, “(Y/N)! Wait!” You stopped and turned towards him. “What the hell was that about?”
You stood in silence for a moment before asking him,“Why haven’t you told the boys yet? I know when we first started dating it made sense. But it’s been four months Josh.” You started to tear up. “I just don’t understand, are you ashamed of me? What is it?”
He walked towards you, motioning with his arms for you to hug him. He pulled you close into his chest. “I would never, ever be ashamed of you. You’re my girl.” he said softly.
He pulled away with a sigh, “The reason why I haven’t told them is because I love it being just us. No pressure, jokes at our expense, or judgement. Like you saw in there, they love to poke fun and our relationship is serious to me. It’s important. Not to mention they ruined our date. I know it’s silly…”
It all made sense now. You interrupted him, “It’s okay. And it’s not silly, I understand.But you know I’m a big girl, I can hold my own. I appreciate you trying protect our relationship. I love you for that, but they’re your best mates. Of course they’re going to tease because that’s what friends do. At the end of the day, jokes aside, they care about you and your happiness.” you squeezed his hands in reassurance.
He smiled down, taking you by the hand. “You’re right. I’m sorry for acting like a jerk. Now, how about we go back in and I can introduce you to the gang?”
“I’d like that.” you nodded happily. Walking hand in hand into the restaurant.
When you got back to the table, Josh put his arm around you, clearing his throat to get the boys attention. “Boys, this is (Y/N) my girlfriend. (Y/N) meet the boys.” Everyone smiled and waved at you.
“Thank god they know now! I don’t have to keep your secret anymore. Four months is a long time!” Caspar sighed with relief, making you giggle.
“Woah you’ve kept her for four months? I’m surprised she’s put up with you for this long! Jack said with a laugh. Josh put his head down slightly. “In all seriousness though Josh, I’m really happy for you. (Y/N) you have a good one.” He gave Josh a pat on the shoulder.
How would the turts react if their crush came up to them saying that they like him a lot in front of the turts family and their crush leaves them in the scene
Wait, what, why did you leave him there? No come back, please. I would like to talk with you! YOU LEFT ME IN FRONT OF MY FAMILY WHYYY
He just stands there all frozen and wide eyed, then slowly looks over at his family.
He then sprints off to find you to talk with you. “Can you not run off again please, I feel the same way, please don’t run again.”
Poor boy, you’ve frozen him solid. It isn’t until one of his brothers gives him a shove that he finally searches you out, and when he does find you it’s hard for him to speak, he’s such a stuttering mess. His eyes avert to the floor and you can barely hear him say “I love you too.” Then he’s all happy and smiley then. Just, for future reference, don’t pull something like that in front of his family, or else he’ll end up screaming, like he wanted to before but didn’t.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM
He can’t move, he can’t talk, he can’t breathe, and you JUST LEFT HIM THERE AND THEN LEFT. His heart literally stopped, he never expected you to just blurt out that you liked him, and THEN YOU LEAVE??? Oh hell no. This boy is shaking now, and it takes him a few hours to build up his courage to come talk to you.
He looks back at his family and his mouth gaped open; “Why did they leave? I must go find them right now holy crap my heart…” On his way to find you though a smile is on his face the entire time; they like me! Once he finds you, he chuckles and takes you into his arms and begins to give you little kisses. “I love you too.”
One thing that is not very smart to do when you could get killed any day now is falling in love. Depending on how you think. Rick and Michonne made it work and are honestly the cutest couple. They had the mindset of ‘live today because it could all be over tomorrow’. I don’t.
Better to be alone than end up with a broken heart. I talk to people. I’m not a loner. I just don’t form a strong connection with everyone. Only a few have that bond with me. Rick is one. I live with him, he’s like a dad to me. The other is Daryl, well not really. We don’t talk much, but if he was gone I’d be broken. I talk and trust Maggie.
Otherwise, I’m a loner. I’m perfectly fine with that. Someday we are all gonna die. Distance prevents a broken heart. Rick always pushes me to talk to people my age, before that only meant Carl. Now it means more kids.
Enid, Ron, Mikey, and Carl.
Carl used to try to be my friend. We talked, but I was never really there. He was really amazing. I’ve had crushes before but never like this. Never where they could die at any given moment.
Carl has been shot before. He could have died. Granted every time we step out side the walls we could die, but we do anyway.
Once we got here I was glad I distanced myself from him. Enid quickly formed a bond with him, I always saw them sneaking over the wall together. He seemed happier.
At least I wouldn’t be heartbroken. My mind always ends up wandering. Especially when I’m alone with no distractions, like now.
What if I told him I liked him, he liked me. Would I be happy? Would he still be going over the wall with Enid? Dangering his life.
Love is stupid. It gets in the way of survival, causes more problems than good. But I craved it. It was idiotic. Wanting something so troublesome.
Caspar blinked as he watched the young woman struggle to open the door while also holding the box.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, because he did, but he was also curious to see how she thought she would manage it. Because the door to his building was difficult enough when both hands were empty.
“Do you want a hand?” He asked, wincing as she jumped and the box fell to the floor.
“Holy shit.” She leaned against the door, her hand to her chest, eyes wide.
“Sorry.” Caspar mumbled, dashing up the stairs to lift the box. “I hope there wasn’t anything breakable in this.”
“No, just some books.” She offered him a small smile. “Although my heart may need some restarting.”
“It’s fine.” She laughed, going to grab the box, but Caspar stepped back, shaking his head.
“I got this. Just lead the way.”
“Was heading inside anyways.” He shrugged, a smile on his lips. When she turned back to the door, he studied her.
She was cute, not really his type, but there was a flash of someone else’s face through his mind, someone that would look good with this girl at his side, someone that would definitely consider her his type.
“I’m Caspar, by the way.” He told her as he followed her into the building.
“Y/N.” She replied, glancing over her shoulder, that smile still on her face.
Yup. Caspar thought, Joe would love her.
“So you’re new here?”
“Just moving in today.”
“It’s a great place. Ever lived in London before?”
“No. Actually, I’m from the country.” Y/N told him shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “But there is a good job opportunity here in the city. So I moved.”
She’s perfect for him.
“You’ll love the city.” Caspar grinned over at her.
He spent the next hour helping her bring boxes up from her car, chatting easily with her.
And once the boxes were in her flat, which happened to only be two down from his they had discovered, he helped her start to unpack.
As he talked with Y/N more, Caspar only realized further how perfect she would be with Joe. But he didn’t want to flat out ask her to go on a date with his mate, because he didn’t want to scare her away.
So he concocted a plan.
“What are you doing tonight?” He blurted out as they sat on her floor, pizza box open in front of them.
“Caspar, I just moved to London literally today.”
“Well, you could have had plans.”
Y/N let out a laugh, “I don’t, but thanks for thinking I have friends.”
“You have me now.” He smiled. “And I was going to invite some of my mates over. So you can become friends with them too!”
“I don’t want to intrude…” She turned shy again, but Caspar shook his head.
“You won’t be. Plus, I kind of know where you live. So I can just come steal you.”
“Fine. I’ll come over. On one condition.”
“What’s that?” He asked, taking a bite of his pizza.
“Let me use your shower? Because I’m all sweaty and refuse to meet your friends looking like shit.”
“Deal.” Caspar nodded.
Hours later, he swung his front door open to reveal Y/N standing there, looking nervous.
“Oh good, thought I’d have to come steal you.”
“Well, you did let me use your shower…”
“Who’s at the door, Casp?” Josh called out from behind him, and the blonde moved to the side, allowing her to step in. His eyes immediately found Joe across the room, watching for the other man’s reaction when he saw Y/N.
And Caspar had been right all along.
Because as soon as Joe’s eyes landed on hers, his face turned to one of awe.
“Everyone, this is my new neighbour. Y/N.” Caspar gestured towards the boys. “Y/N, these are the boys.”
“Hello.” She offered them a small wave, but Caspar noticed that her eyes were locked on Joe, a small smile directed towards him.
“We have Josh, Conor, Jack, Mikey, Oli…” Caspar pointed at each of the boys as he named them, smirking as he finally pointed at the last one: “And this is Joe.”
“Hi.” Joe smiled over at her, taking a half step froward.
“Hi.” Y/N replied.
“Joe, why don’t you show Y/N where the drinks are?” Caspar encouraged, watching as his best friend blinked in surprise before nodding.
“Right. Drinks. Right this way…” Joe put a hand on the small of her back, leading her towards where the drinks were.
Josh raised an eyebrow at Caspar as he moved to join the boys, leaving Joe and Y/N alone.
“You had this planned, didn’t you?” Josh asked, but Caspar just acted surprised.
“Planned? I planned nothing!”
“Right.” Josh chuckled. “Well, looks like you’re plan is working.”
Caspar looked over his shoulder to see Joe and Y/N standing close together, laughing softly.
Yup, He thought to himself. They’re perfect for each other.
I couldn’t get my head around it, how could she cheat on him, why did she? I needed answers. “Baby?”, Jimin groaned out, he lifted his head which was resting low on my stomach, “yeah?”, “why aren’t you sleeping? It's…”, he looked over to the clock on the wall, “quarter to 6, go back to sleep”, i shook my head and began combing his hair with my fingers, “it’s okay, I’ll have to get up for work soon anyways, you sleep, you need it”, “nope, you’re sleeping with me”, with that he pulled me down and hugged me, I laughed as i tried to get out of his tight embrace, “Jimin-ie…”, i whined, “(y/n)…,please”. I looked up at him, he was pouting and I sighed and gave in, “fine, but wake me up at 7”.
I felt small, delicate kisses being placed all over my face, as well as tiny hands cupping it. I scrunched my nose in response, to which i got a shriek mixed with a giggle, “mommy, up now, work time”, Mikey climbed onto my stomach and started bouncing up and down, making me groan and open my eyes, “okay, okay, I’m up”. I turned to my side to see nothing, “baby, where’s Jimin?”, “Minmin is making breakfast, he tolded me to get mummy up”, “oh okay, let’s get down then”.
I carried Mikey downstairs to the kitchen to find Jimin placing plates full of food on the dining table, “morning beautiful”, Jimin said, taking Mikey from me and placing a kiss on the edge of my lips, “morning, what time is it?”, i asked sitting down at the table, Jimin placed Mikey on the chair next to mine before sitting down himself, “it is now…”, he looked at his watch, “almost half ten”, my eyes widened, “half ten?! I thought i told you to wake me at seven, Jimin I’m late and so is Mikey”. I stood up from the table to leave, but Jimin grabbed my wrist, “(y/n), I called in for the two of you, so you can take the day of”, “why?”, “because i felt like we need it, just one day to ourselves, trust me i would have done it another day, but Jackson is going to take Mikey tomorrow and i just want us to be the way we were before”. He did have good intentions, i couldn’t be angry at him for it, “okay”, i sat back down, Jimin placed a kiss on my hand and smiled, “have you planned anything then?”, he nodded his head, “but it’s a surprise, so i just need the two of you to be dressed by 5”.
It soon came around to 5 and i got myself and Mikey dressed in something warm as it was quite chilly and then were on our way.
“FESTIVALLLLLL!”, Mikey screamed out, kicking his legs in excitement, Jimin began to chuckle and told him to calm down. “Mommy, Minmin tell me about this, then i really wanted to go”, he explained are, “really?! What type of festival is it?”, “it a festival for all, different people”. I furrowed my brows and looked at Jimin, “he means culture wise, it’s a multicultural festival”, “oh, that should be fun”.
“Asian!”, Mikey screamed running towards the Asian section, “i get he is Asian, but I blame the mother for his obsession”, “shut up”, I mumbled shoving him a little. “Minmin, mommy, hurrryyy”, Mikey whined as he pouted, “okay we’re coming”.
God knows how many hours we have spent at this festival, I was currently sat at a table with Hoseok and Taehyung, we found the two of them as we went around. Jimin and Mikey were getting food for us, “but you do need to be careful (y/n), no matter how much you two love each other, it’s always those you love the most, that hurt you the most”, I sighed, “i know”. We continued talking, the topic was chosen by Hoseok, so it was no surprise it was about guys, “i know he and you had a little…but that doesn’t make him any less sexy”, Hoseok stated, “are you gonna continue speaking as if your boyfriend isn’t here”, Taehyung said in an annoyance, Hoseok just rolled his eyes and mouthed, “jealous”. I giggled at the two, “he’s right, you should only be talking about him like that, but you are right and surprisingly he is not the dick I thought he was, he’s actually really sweet”, i jumped at the sound of Jimin’s voice, “who’s really sweet?”, he placed the food down on the table, Mikey jumped up onto the table next to me, “oh, j-just a new co-worker, he didn’t make the best first impression”, he nodded slightly, “not like it matters though, i don’t really pay attention to him”, he gave me a small smile after i said that. “Right let’s eat”, he announced and gave out the food.
Halfway through eating Jimin’s office went off, “ahh, excuse me”, with that he got up and left the table to take the call, the rest of us continued eating. He soon came back, but had a frown on his face, “Jimin, what’s wrong?”, “oh,erm… that was Jin, he called to tell me to come in, there’s this important visit that’s happening today, i completely forgot”, “you should go”, his work is something the is passionate about, “(y/n)-”, “nu-uh, go before i drag you there myself, I don’t mind and I’m sure Mikey doesn’t either, do you?”, he shook his head and continued to stuff his face, “nohhh, i don’t mind Minmin”, he said with a full mouth, making Jimin chuckle. “Okay then, I’ll see you two at home”, he placed a kiss on both of mine and Mikey’s head and said goodbye to Taehyung and Hoseok before leaving.
“I need to go pee, you two watch Mikey”, “we always do”, Taehyung flashed me a wide smile and winked.
As i was walking out of the bathroom, i bumped into someone, “i am so sorry”, “i thought you’d be a lot more wary of where you’re going, especially after last time”. Jungkook was stood there wearing a black and red checkered jacket, with a black t-shirt, jeans and shoes, was there anything that he couldn’t pull off? “Hey”, he gave me a small smile, “h-hi…, “(y/n), i need to talk to you”, i was about to speak up, but he dragged me away to a secluded area, where no-one could see us.
“Jungk-”, he cut me off by kissing me, hard. He backed me up against the wall of the toilets, his grip tight on my hips. I didn’t kiss back, instead i pushed him off, “s-stop”, i placed my hand on his chest, “I’m with Jimin”. He chuckled before walking closer, “he doesn’t love you”, “yes he does”, “as much as i do?”, he questioned, i furrowed my brows, “you’re just saying that-”, “no I’m not, i don’t just throw around shit like that, you should know that”.
He sighed, dropping his head onto my shoulder, “at first i thought it was just one of those kiddie crushes, then once i actually spent time with you, i realised it was more than just that, I’ve honestly only ever loved one person like i do you and he’s gone now. So please (y/n), don’t tell me i don’t love you”, i heard him sniffle, “don’t cry please…”, i ran my fingers through his hair, i felt his lips against my neck, “tell me you love me”, “i can't”, he groaned into my neck, “it’s because of him, ain’t it”. I lifted his head, holding his face with both hands and just kissed him. Was it wrong? Yes. Do i regret it? Not one bit.
“No it’s not, it’s me, i honestly am so confused right now, i do have feelings for you and Jimin, but ugh…”, tears escaped my eyes, but were stopped by Jungkook’s thumbs, “hey, it’s okay, you take all the time you need, i don’t want you to make a decision you’ll regret”, he smiled lightly, before kissing my cheek, “you should get going”. I nodded and made my way out of the secluded area, but just as i was about to, i stopped, “Jungkook, I’m sure Mikey would love to see you, before bed he asked about you and when he’s going to see you again”.
“KOOKIE!”, he jumped onto Jungkook as soon as he was close enough, “hey buddy I missed you”, Jungkook hugged him tightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “i missed you too, kookie let’s go get a teddy”, “only if mommy doesn’t mind…”, the two of them looked at me,”yeah it’s fine, but no more candy, you’ve had enough today”, Mikey thanked me before the two went off.
“Only if mommy doesn’t mind”, Hoseok imitated him, “shut up”, “ooh, I’m sure Jimin would love to know about this”, “don’t you dare…”, “relax we won’t, but (y/n), you need to tell us what’s going on, we’ve known you for lord knows how long and we know when something is up”, “so go on spill…”, Taehyung added. I could tell these two, they were the ones i trusted the most and wouldn’t judge me one bit.
“What am i supposed to do, i am such an awful person”, “you’re not babe, you just-”, Hoseok looked over to Taehyung for help, “-you just need to figure out who you really want to be with, you can’t go back and forth between the two, it’s not fair”. “MUMMY LOOK KOOKIE WON ME DONALD”, Mikey came screaming with a huge smile spread across his face and he was hugging onto a Donald duck that was the same size as him, “did you thank him baby?”, he nodded his head quickly before scurrying over to Hobi and Tae to show them his amazing new toy, Jungkook wasn’t far behind.
“Hey guys it’s getting late, i think the two of us are gonna call it a night”, Taehyung said, “and i think this little one is tired as well”, referring to Mikey who was half asleep on his lap. “Yeah we should get going, guess I’ll see you guys at work tomorrow”, we all said our goodbyes and went off I’m different directions.
I decided not to ask Hobi and Tae for a lift as they looked like they were gonna pass out, and i didn’t want to them spending more time away from their bed, so i stuck with walking. And Jungkook, well he got a call from Mr Kwon telling him to go to the office to sort something out.
“Shhh”, i patted Mikey’s back as he began whining, “go back to sleep”, i had put my jacket over him so he didn’t get cold. It would take me about an hour if not more to get home. As i was walking, i heard a car slowly driving behind me, i wouldn’t be scared if the road was busy, but unfortunately it wasn’t, so no one could help me. I did what practically everyone would do in this situation and began to walk quicker and obviously the car sped up as well, i was going to start running until the person I’m the car spoke, “(y/n)! Wait”, “Kookie?”, I said relieved, “yeah, what are you doing walking at this time, do you have any idea how dangerous it is?!”, he raised his voice and got out of the car, “here…”, he carefully lifted Mikey from me, “Kookie", Mikey mumbled out, half asleep, his hand was touching Jungkook’s cheek, “hey buddy, it’s part, you go back to sleep”.
I sat in the back seat, Mikey’s head resting on my lap, whilst my jacket was covering his body. “Where’s minion, i never got to see him today”, “he got called in for work, he says he’s gonna be back later, i doubt it”, I sighed “i thought you were called in”, “meh, u could do it in the morning”, i turned and looked out of the window. My eyes began closing on their own and eventually i passed out, leaning against the door.
“(y/n), we’re here”, Jungkook said in a hushed tone, he had Mikey resting in the crook of his neck. I looked at my surroundings to see an unfamiliar building, “w-where are we?”, “we’re at my apartment, i didn’t want you to be alone at night”, i warmed up at what he said, although i could have told him my brother is at home, so i wouldn’t be alone.
“This is your apartment?”, he nodded taking off both his and Mikey’s shoes, “why is it so big? It’s bigger than my house”, he chuckled, “well if you even want to move in, let me know”, “will do”. “If you want anything to drink kitchens over there”, he nodded his head in the direction, “or if you want to go to sleep, the rooms down the hall on the left. Right, i’ll go put this one in bed”.
I made my way to the kitchen, i found the cups straight away, now i was hoping to find hot chocolate. I couldn’t reach the top cabinets, so i climbed onto the kitchen unit and began looking through them. I tried opening one of the larger cabinets, which didn’t seem to be a good idea, as i lost my balance and fell backwards, off the unit, “yah, be careful”, Jungkook scolded as he caught me, my eyes were shut tight. He placed me back down on the ground and i opened up my eyes, the second i did i looked at the floor, my cheeks getting warmer, i heard Jungkook let out a light laugh. I looked up at him again, his toned upper half on show, whereas the bottom was covered by his sweatpants, “what were you looking for up there anyways?”, “erm…hot chocolate”, i felt quite embarrassed when i told him, “oh, unfortunately i don’t have any powder, but for you, i can make it from scratch”, “no don’t do that, it’s okay i can live wi-”, “hey, i said I’m making it so sit down”, i complied and sat down on the island unit and watched him. His back view was just as good as the front.
I was too busy staring, i didn’t realise he was done and was now staring back at me with a steaming cup in his hands. “Do you want your hot chocolate now or do you want to carry on staring, i honestly don’t mind”, i hid my face in embarrassment, “s-sorry”, I stuttered out. Jungkook walked closer placing the cup down next to me, before placing both hands either side of me. He gripped my chin and made me stare directly into his eyes, “don’t apologise”, he whispered. His eyes were filled with pure lust and adoration, “will you stop me this time?”, “Just do it already”, i replied and in an instant his lips were on mine, his hands were touching every inch of my body.
His lips attacked my neck next, he left behind a single mark before kissing up, along my jaw, I moaned out in pleasure, “(y/n), I’m controlling myself right now, carry on doing that-”, I moaned out again, just to see what he would do, “right then”, he lifted me off the counter, i wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, “i did warn you”, “i was curious…”, “well in the morning you’re gonna regret being so curious”.
He threw my down on the bed, my clothes were already scattered all over the floor, leaving me bare, he still had on his sweatpants. Jungkook was about to get between my legs, but i stopped him, “you need to lose it all as well”, “babygirl, you don’t have any power in this room”, with that he got between my legs and pushed me back so i was laying down. The first thing he did was take my nipple into his mouth, he played with the other one using his fingers. He began sucking and once it’s was erect he bit down on it causing me to moan out in both pain and pleasure, “Jungkook-ah”, my hand was in his hair, pulling at it. He traveled south with his mouth, leaving behind a trail of love bites, i felt his breath over my heat and soon felt his tongue, he was giving it small kitty licks, “ahhh, please, Jungkookie”, i begged, wanting him to do more.
“Okay, okay, baby”, he moved away from me, i whined at the loss of contact. He pulled down his sweatpants along with his boxers, giving me the view of his very, large manhood, already dripping with pre-cum. I got on my knees and pulled him closer by his waist, “what are y-“, i took his manhood into my mouth, as much as i could. It hit the back of my throat, but that didn’t stop me from trying to get it further. I gagged so i took it back out, but didn’t gone Jungkook much time to recover as i took the most sensitive part into my mouth and sucked it as i could, “ugh (y/n), you’re killing me”, he groaned out. I continued sucking and licked at times, but soon Jungkook had, had enough and pulled me back, off him.
“Get in the middle of the bed”, he whispered into my ear, i complied, but spoke up as i saw him walking away from me, “where are you going?”, “to get a condom”, “leave it”, “you sure”, i nodded, “yes”. He came over as quick as he could and soon has his manhood inside me, my eyes slightly watered as i felt his member stretch me, “are you okay?”, Jungkook asked once he noticed my tears, “yeah”, i have a small smile to show I was. Once i adjusted to his member, i told him to move, which he did, but very slowly, scared he was going to hurt me too much. I soon encouraged him to go faster, he hesitated, but soon sped up, going harder.
“Turn around, get on your hands and knees”, i got in the position he wanted me in and he inserted himself into me again. He hit deeper this time, i couldn’t help, but moan and scream as he pounded into me. My arms soon gave up on me as i reached my high, so my upper half had collapsed and was flat on the bed, Jungkook on the other hand was getting closer and closer to his high. “baby, I’m…almost there”, he continued to thrust into me, slower than before.
The thrusts became sloppy as he groaned out loudly, spilling his seeds into me. He rested his forehead against my back, trying to catch his breath like me.
Once we both got our breath back he pulled out and went to get a wet towel from the bathroom. A few seconds later he came back and cleaned the two of us up, i could barely move, i felt completely worn out.
I must’ve fell asleep as he cleaned as i woke under the covers, in some clean clothes and Jungkook getting into the bed also in some new, clean clothes. “Goodnight (y/n)”, Jungkook kissed my temple, “goodnight Jungkook”.
Sorry for the late post there was a lot going on. Please give feedback, is much appreciated. Thank you bibs 😘😘😘