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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 1 year

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Kiss - Gerard Way x Reader

Prompt: K: Kiss (How do they react to a kiss? Flustered? Happy? Surprised?) (from this list) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Warnings: alcohol mention, food consumption (sweets) Word count: 1 369 A/N: Let’s ignore the energy bill and climate change for the sake of fiction.

The ice underneath the blades of your skates was slippery but you were glad you held a good balance. Even with the hand that was tightly clasped around your gloved fingers. You chuckled as Gerard tightened his grip on you, swaying slightly on his skates while you were gliding along in the thinning out crowd, late at night at your city’s ice rink, right in the middle of the Christmas market.

The surrounding buildings were already decorated with Christmas lights, the stalls that were built up on one side of the ice rink still selling their goods, ranging from tiny window decorations and figures, over soaps, baking equipment, sweets, mulled wine and savoury snacks. And right beside the rink stood the tallest Christmas tree you had ever seen. It was decorated in reds and golds, thousands of tiny lights illuminating the dark around you beautifully.

Before getting your ticket to the ice rink, Gerard and you had wandered over the market, hand in hand, looking at all the stalls. He had treated you to caramelised almonds, taking way too much delight in feeding you with them. You had felt a little childish, doing something so terribly cheesy so publicly, but nobody around you had minded, and while the glimmer in Gerard’s eyes had made the burn on your cheeks all the worse, the sight was definitely worth the slight embarrassment. What made it even stranger was that while yes, you were on a date together, and not the first one either, you were not really dating yet. At least you didn’t think you were.

Gerard had always been rather held back, and when he had not kissed you after a handful of dates, had barely managed to ask to take your hand, you had not been sure if he was even as interested in you as you were in him. But he had kept asking you out, always making sure to arrange the next meeting before the end of the current one, as if to leave no doubt that he wanted to keep seeing you.

A few dates ago you had carefully tried to ask him about it, when he had drawn back as you had slightly leant in, hoping he would let you kiss him. He had been a blushing stuttering mess, but the message had come across: he was shy and wanted to take things slowly. Which you were more than okay with. Only that you were not sure how slow “slowly” was. By now he had no problem holding your hand or feeding you sweets, but sometimes, whenever his eyes flickered to your lips, his cheeks would turn an adorable pink and he would avert his eyes.

Now his fingers clutched around yours once more as he struggled to keep his balance on the ice.

“This was a really bad idea,” he stated, a mixture of a chuckle and a whine, as he held out his free arm, trying to stabilise himself.

“Don’t worry, you’re doing just fine,” you assured him with a grin, squeezing his hand shorty. “Besides, it wasn’t me who suggested it.”

“I thought it would be romantic, but this is just embarrassing,” Gerard whined, almost punching an elderly lady, who skated by, as he flared around his arm, before breaking into a string of excuses to the lady who had not even noticed.

For a moment you blinked in surprise at his words. He had wanted this to be romantic. Yes, of course this was a date, but you had not even considered that he was making an active effort to make this romantic. For you.

“Okay, okay, stop. Calm down,” you snapped back into the moment, realising how hard Gerard was fighting to stay upright. Quickly you skated in front of him, turning so you were skating backwards, and taking hold of both his hands. “Try bending your knees, and don’t lean forwards so far,” you recommended.

Gerard followed your advice surprisingly well, which quickly stopped his swaying.

“See? You’re doing amazing!”

“How can you say that? I’m making a complete fool of myself,” he rolled his eyes. You could see how hard he was concentrating on keeping his balance, while following your instructions, and it almost made you laugh. Which would have been unfair, since you had started out way worse than him the first time you had ice skated.

“You’re not, trust me, Gee,” you smiled, squeezing his hands reassuringly. “Do you want to take a break?”

At his relieved nod, you looked over your shoulder and stirred him over to the barrier, intending for him grab onto the reel besides you, but he seemed to have gotten enough skill with which way he wanted to go, because instead of bumping against the barrier at your side, he caught you trapped between it and himself, holding onto the edge with hands at both of your sides. Surprised you looked at him, finding he was looking at you already, his eyes shimmering with an intensity you had not yet seen with him.

“Can I kiss you?”

His question took you aback, but the jump your heart made at his question was undeniable. The lights of the Christmas tree behind your back reflected in Gerard’s eyes, which were, for the first time, unashamedly fixed on your lips.

Quickly you nodded, uncertain whether you could phrase any words right now. But your nod seemed to be good enough for Gerard and secretly you were glad he did not tease you for your lack of words.

Instead his lips met yours, cold from the freezing winter air, but with his warmth quickly melting through. His kiss was soft, but full of emotion as his chapped lips moved carefully against yours. You felt him shiver when you placed a hand at his waist while he held onto the barrier behind you with both hands, just pulling himself a little closer so his body was flush against yours. Through the thick jackets you could even feel his chest expanding with each shaky breath he took and then released to fan warmly over your cheeks.

“Thank you for being so patient with me,” he whispered after he had pulled away from the kiss, barely far enough to properly see his face.

Blinking up at him, you smiled softly. “There’s nothing to thank me for,” you whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of his forehead that poked out from underneath his beanie.

“But it’s-“

“Nothing, you hear me?” Quickly you pressed another kiss to his lips, this time to the corner of his mouth, making him smile and look up at you from underneath his lashes. It made you want to kiss him all over again, all over his face, peppering every inch you could reach, but you resisted the urge, and just smiled back as he took a shaky breath.

“Okay,” he decided. “I think I’m ready to try again.”

Carefully he let go of the reeling.

“We don’t have to, you know,” you reminded him. “If you’d rather get off the ice we can do that too.”

“No,” Gerard shook his head. “I want to learn. And I get a good excuse to hold your hand.”

Following his words, he took your right hand into his left.

“You don’t need an excuse to do that,” you giggled, but closed your fingers around his.

“I know. But still. Besides, I was kind of hoping-“

He stopped himself, before he had finished the sentence, a new blush burning on his cheeks.

“What were you hoping for,” you asked curiously, studying his embarrassed face more closely as you pulled away from the reeling. How could anyone look so devastatingly pretty?

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, not daring to meet your amused eyes, as he carefully followed you back in line with the few people who were still doing rounds. “I mean… there is still the possibility of both of us falling and us accidentally kissing.”

His words were quiet, but stunned you for a third time that night. When you saw him glance at you, checking your reaction from the corner of his eyes, you shook your head with a chuckle.

“That can be arranged, you know?”

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sleaterkinnie · 1 year

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how mcr reacts to you on your period

gerard: omg......<3333.....no way.. umm. uhhh ...could i have some *blushes and runs away*

mikey: thats fucking gross man. IDC TBH

ray: your what.

frank: oh shit no way we synced up. rad

#sorry #this was the despicable post i was talking about #im abt to tag the fuck out of this lol #frank iero #gerard way #ray toro #mikey way #mcr #my chemical romance #my chem #mcr imagines #imagines #feminism

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frnkiebby · 3 months

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pretty sweaty drowned rat~🎃

#he’s fuckin #christ i can barely see him and im still fucking weak #LOOK AT THAT PRETTY HAND #AND PROFILE #and his pretty pretty mouth (what i can see of it. i’ll use my imagination. it’s creative enough 😈)#frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcr5 #mcrmy #frnkie #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

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moonxmagix · 1 year

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Cubicles

Pairing: Gerard Way x Fem Reader secretary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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iamf0rtis · 4 months

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in my first year honors chemistry course my teacher was trying to give a lecture on intermolecular forces but these two guys in the back couldnt stop talking about their relationship problems. she got their attention, looked them dead in the eye, and said "no girls, only chem! who needs relationships when you have chemistry? nobody!" i like to think thats why im aromantic

#i then continued on with chem and it is now my life #proof? i have no girlfriend :(#my chem teacher remains my favorite person in the whole world #shes also italian so imagine someone saying that in a thick italian accent #chemistry #chemistry memes #school #aromantic #aro #aroallo #lgbtq+#lgbtq #aromantic spectrum #aromantic memes

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themainchronicles · 5 months

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I’ve never been more embarrassed than the time i asked my friend in school if he knows what Charlie the Unicorn is, he said he had no idea what i was talking about, and then my chemistry teacher was like ‘woah erin thats really old school, thats from MY time’

What do i even do with myself after that

#and then i looked it up #and charlie the unicorn is OLDER THAN THE FRIEND I WAS TALKING TO #this happened like a week ago btw #charlie the unicorn #old youtube #i can just imagine my chem teacher at my age binging charlie the unicorn #thats terrifying #youtube series #llamas with hats #same vibes

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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i know we all hc that bokuto and kuroo are college roommates during the timeskip but i feel like no one has capitalized on the fact this means koutaro bokuto and tetsurō kuroo end up on the same college volleyball team for 3-4 years

like if you’re a male volleyball player at any other university between the years 2014 to 2018, quit right now you’re not winning.

#imagine having to be the poor ace that has the try and block Bo’s spikes AND break kuroo’s blocks.#bokuto literally gets in on a volleyball scholarship i refuse to believe anything else #kuroo also gets the scholarship #but he also just got in there because he’s super smart #my lil Chem nerd #The girls in the school are going to go crazy with thirst. It’s me. I am the girls in the school. 😫#bokuto kōtarō #bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurou #bokuroo #kuroo Tetsuro #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!

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xxx-scars-on-my-neck-xxx · 5 months

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No but seriously imagine it

You’re seeing Paramore on a concert. Everyone is having a great time. Paramore seem a little excited. “We have a surprise for you guys.” Hayley says. All of a sudden FOB come out and start singing “Thnks Fr Th Mmrs” When Patrick gets to the chorus, someone else starts singing…

“Long ago, Just like the hearse you tied to get in again.”

Red lights flash everywhere, and you see Paramore singing “Thnks Fr Th Mmrs” along with FOB, while MCR is singing “Helena”. Everyone in the crowd is going wild and crying. Then if things couldn’t get any better, Dan and Phil walk onto stage and kiss, holding the gay flag.

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iero · 2 years

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So sorry for the person I am and the person I will become for the next two months. <3

#personal #If anyone is following me for non My Chem reasons? I'm SOO sorry.#The serotonin I felt during the UK/EU shows... Look at me now.#Literally imagine how I'll be when I'm actually THERE.

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 1 year

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Killjoys Never Die 13/15 - Silence

Chapter Summary: It seemed like your mission was over, but you refuse to believe in failiure and together with the Fabulous Killjoys you prove the impossible possible. (eventual) Pairing: Fun Ghoul x fem!Reader Chapter Word Count: 3 537 Series Warnings: mentions of drugs; poor mental health; suicidal tendencies; insecurities; throwing up; jealousy; slavery (?); experiments on living humans; mentions of eating disorder; graphic descriptions of: violence, injuries, torture, death A/N: This is my favourite chapter. Therefore: whatever happens, no matter how much you think you hate me: please read to the very end

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Recap: For years you had survived on your own, found your friends, broke into BLI to save Kobra but now that the door to his cell has swung open…

Something was wrong.

Something was very, very wrong.

Jet was the first one to move, taking a step behind Party. You could see him freeze and pull his mask off. Underneath he had grown pale, and he stumbled a few steps back against the wall behind him. He was shaking.

Fearing the worst, you and Fun also took a step forward, trying to get a glimpse past Party’s shoulders.

And there he was, Kobra. Still in the stupid, stupid yellow-black striped tank top and the black jeans. His jacket was missing, and so was the holster for his ray gun. His hair had been shaven, short, almost down to the skin. Blood was soaking the top, the jeans, was pooling on the floor, a mocking splash of colour in the white room.

You were too late.

How much too late?

Not much. The blood was not dried yet.

Your eyes stopped at Kobra’s face. Where his face was supposed to be.

They had shot him. Not in the chest. In the face. So often that it was unrecognisable anymore.

You thought you might faint. The only solid thing was the sleeve of Fun’s uniform you had bunched up in your fingers.

Taking his mask off as well, Party stepped into the room slowly, very slowly, right up to the body of his dead brother. Gently he ran a finger over his short hair, before he bent down and lifted him off the chair on which he had been sitting. For a moment you thought he wanted to carry him outside, but instead Party just sat down in the middle of the room, cradling the body, leaning his forehead against Kobra’s. Fresh blood soaked Party’s white BLI uniform. Red on white.

Like frozen you watched him. You wanted to cry, wanted to cry your eyes out, but you were too shocked. It felt wrong to watch Party slowly fall apart as he held the body of the one person who had been with him all his life, who had always supported him, the one person who Party had loved unconditionally. But you could not look away from how he brushed over Kobra’s hair, clung to him.

And then he screamed.

It was the worst sound you had ever heard. It made you blood freeze, and you knew that if you made it out of here alive, you would have nightmares of this sound for the rest of your life. Party screamed like his heart had just been ripped out, and a part of you guessed that would have been less painful. But love was so much worse than any physical pain, cut so, so much deeper than any knife.

You flinched as something suddenly something tucked on your mask, but it was just Fun, pulling it off for you, his own having been discarded, too, before he dropped his head to your shoulder. Quickly you wrapped your arms around him, placing your hand on the back of his head as you pulled him against you, letting his tears wet the fabric of your shirt. Jet was crying too, sitting against the wall opposite the door. But for you the tears just would not come. You knew that once they did, it would be a relief.

It was probably a bad idea, the worst idea, to just stand in a corridor of the evil company you tried to defeat and cry, but neither of you could move. Fun was clinging to you as if you were what kept him from drowning in pain, in memories, in trauma, in grief.

But you had to get out of there. How much longer until someone would come down this corridor?

Turning your head, you looked at Party again. He was still holding Kobra, crying uncontrollably.

That was when you noticed it.

One of Kobra’s arms had slipped away to the side, the tattoo of the spider on the inside of his right wrist clear on display in the bright light.

He had had this tattoo for as long as you could remember; the spider with the lightning on the back. It was the symbol of the Killjoys, since there were no spiders in Battery City. None at all. Nowhere. It was a well-known fact. Therefore the rebels of the early days had chosen the spider to represent them. You could find it anywhere really; spray painted on old motels in the Zones, carved in stones and tattooed on people like Kobra.

Carefully peeling Fun off of you, you walked over to Party. The small room smelled of blood, iron, making you want to gag. Up close the injury, where Kobra’s face had been, looked even worse than you had imagined. You quickly looked away, and instead took his wrist in your hands. His skin was still warm. He could not have been dead for more than an hour when you had found him.

“Fun, come here for a moment,” you asked, making him shake his head.

“Don’t wanna-” he shut himself up, growing even paler than he already was as he peeked into the room.

“What do you want,” Party asked between tears. “Leave us alone.”

“Fun! Move your ass over here now!”

Knowing that this was the wrong moment to pick a fight, Fun shuffled over to you. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, and red rimmed his lips where he had pressed them together the whole time to silence his whimpers.

“Take a look at that.”

“It’s the desert spider tattoo. What do you want?”

“How old is it?”

Fun was the one with the most tattoos, he was probably the one who knew the best how fast tattoos healed.

“He’s had it for years-”

“But how old is this here? It’s relatively new, wouldn’t you say?”

Fun sighed, clearly unhappy about his decision, but crouched down next to you. He reached out his hand but his fingers only hovered over the tattooed skin.

The moment he realised what you were implying he looked up at you, then to Party.

“This isn’t Kobra,” he breathed.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Party shouted at him, finally lifting his head. You had never seen someone as clearly and deeply in pain as him right now. It tore at your heart.

“This isn’t Kobra,” Fun repeated. “This tattoo is not much older than two days! Kobra’s had his for years! They dressed some poor dude up in Kobra’s clothes, tattooed him, and then shot his face to pulp so we had no choice but to assume it was Kobra. But it’s not!”

“Shut up,” Party pleaded, shaking his head. “Shut up. Please, shut up.”

But now Jet joined the conversation. He had not bothered getting up from the floor, just had crawled over to where you were all sitting around Kobra.

“That time Kobra cut himself with a broken bottle that a SCARECROW’d thrown at him,” he remembered. “It left a huge scar in his left hand. It should definitely still be visible.”

“It’s there,” Party shook his head. “The fucking scar’s right-”

Having taken the left hand of the body he was still cradling, he turned the palm up, and stopped. Smooth, even skin covered it, fine lines. No scar. Not even the remains of a scar.

The room fell silent.

“That’s not-”

“No.”

“Then he’s still out there.”

“He might still be alive.”

For a moment you all stared at the body Party was holding. Who was it? Who was the poor guy who had been killed in order to make you believe it was Kobra. And considering how soon before your arrival he had been killed… BLI had known you were coming.

“It might be a trap,” you suggested carefully.

“Do I look like I care,” Party asked, before carefully lifting the body out of his lap, and placing it on the floor gently.

“Do I,” you asked back.

“Then let’s go,” Jet decided.

“Control room,” Fun inquired, and you nodded.

You left your masks behind. Party was covered in so much blood, and since BLI already seemed to know you were coming, there was no use in pretending anymore.

Again the journey started down the halls, and you were surprised how calm Party was again all of a sudden, how he still remembered the way, even after all this stress.

The next time Party stopped in front of a door, it was a bit broader than the one to Kobra’s cell. The sign next to the door gave away the purpose of the room behind it: DRAC control.

“There will be people in there, so get ready,” Party warned, placing his hand on the door knob.

You all grabbed your guns, and quietly Party counted down from three. When he reached zero he pushed open the door and you stormed inside. Immediately voices got loud, but they were silenced just as quickly. Except for one.

“Don’t shoot, oh please, don’t shoot!”

The whimpering came from a corner, and Jet and Fun immediately stormed over, dragging a small man out from where he had tried hiding behind a cabinet. He was thin, with sparse, grey hair even though he was only in his late thirties, and watery blue eyes.

“Where is Kobra Kid,” Party hissed, pressing his gun to the man’s throat.

“I don’t know, I don’t know, please don’t hurt me!”

“I won’t if you find out for me!”

Party grabbed the poor man, and dragged him over to a console for the computer. Under different circumstances you might have pitied the guy, but not right now. You needed to find Kobra. Nothing else mattered.

While Party watched the man punch something into the keyboard, your eyes wandered over the walls of the room. Maps covered almost every inch. You stepped closer to a map of what had once been the United States of America, your eyes stopping at the mark that was printed over where New Jersey once had been.

“What’s that,” you asked, pointing at it.

The man did not dare turning to you until Party told him to. Slowly he glanced at what you had pointed at before turning back to the computer, continuing his search for Kobra’s location.

“That’s DEMA,” he answered, quietly with a thin voice.

“What do they do there?”

“If I tell you, they’ll kill me,” he whimpered.

“If you don’t I will,” you replied coldly.

“They experiment! They experiment! And develop and produce new technology. Like sensors. And masks!”

“Masks?”

“DRACOLOID masks! Like the infinity mask. Or the omega mask!”

“Infinity mask...” you trailed of. “The ones with the infinity symbol, the ones that can be put on dead people?”

“Yes, yes, those, exactly those,” the man babbled.

“What are omega masks?”

The man did not answer until Party pressed his gun to the side of his head.

“She asked: what are omega masks,” Party repeated.

“They’re the next generation,” the man cried out. “Can be put on anyone who hasn’t been dead for more than 72 hours!”

72 hours. Three days. The Zombie Masks – or infinity masks – worked only as long as they were put on in the first few hours after death. Three days was a long time. It meant in the future you’d have to burn dead bodies in order to keep BLI from bringing them back as DRACs.

“What else? What else do they do,” you asked.

“Nothing! They do nothing!”

“Oh, come on, don’t sell me for stupid. You wouldn’t name these masks after the last letter of the Greek alphabet for nothing,” you snarled, stalking over to the terrified man.

By now Fun had taken over searching the computer. His eyes flickered over the screen, and his fingers flew over the keyboard.

“They- they destroy the DRACOLOID’s brain,” the man stuttered out, shrinking under your gaze. “The problem that the subjects were alive underneath the infinity mask got fixed. Within hours of going under, the masks destroy the brain entirely; erasing the personality, memories, everything, and the mask takes over completely.”

“Brain-eating Zombie Masks,” Jet concluded, a reference the man did not seem to understand, but he nodded anyway.

“So to say, yes, so to say.”

“And these masks are developed in DEMA?”

“Yes, in DEMA, yes! And produced there too!”

“Do you already use them here,” Party asked. When he got no reply he shouted: “Do you already use them?”

“Only for experiments, only experiments!”

You exchanged quick glances with Jet and Party. If they put Kobra under one of those…

“Got him,” Fun suddenly announced. “Lab 745.”

“I don’t know where that is,” Party realised, looking at you as if he were searching for help, as if you knew what to do next.

“I do,” Jet interrupted. “Let’s go.”

Fun had just stepped away from the computer, when suddenly the man leapt forward in a burst of false heroism. Before any of you could react, he had pressed a button on the computer.

“Omega the Kobra! Omega-”

He was cut short by the blast from your ray gun, but it was too late. His voice echoed out over speakers in the hallways.

“Fuck. Let’s hurry,” Fun decided, and you all followed Jet out the door, running this time.

Once more you stormed down corridor after corridor. They all looked the same, and still, you were certain you had already been here. Then you recognised the door to the stairwell you had come up, and a few doors further Jet stopped.

“Here,” he pointed at the door. You had walked past here before, you realised. You had already walked past Kobra.

Again Fun fell to his knees, wanting to pick the lock, but Party shook his head, and pushed him aside.

“No time,” he declared, pulling his blaster, and with three shots to the lock it fell out of the door.

This time you were the first one to storm into the room. It took you a moment to orientate yourself. It was dark, the only light that fell into the room came from a huge window on the left hand side. Behind the window was a second room. Tiled, with a drain in the centre of the floor. Just as Jet, Fun and Party had described the torture rooms. And there, in the right in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, sat Kobra.

His fear widened eyes met yours only for a split second past the glass of the window, his mouth opening as if to call for you. But then two SCARECROWs besides him pulled a DRAC Mask over his head, and he went slack. It was no normal DRAC Mask though. It was purple, and on the forehead, where the Zombie Masks had the infinity symbol, this one had a white, capital Omega.

“No,” you gasped, just as the others followed you into the room, and immediately you all pointed your guns at the SCARECROWs behind the glass, firing.

They went down before even a scream could leave their lips, or the glass of the window had completely splintered. You stormed into the tiled room just as the second body hit the floor.

Frantically you grabbed the purple fabric of the mask. It stunk of dead animal, and was just as oily as all the other masks you had touched so far.

“Wait!” Suddenly Party’s hand closed around your wrist. “What if it’ll kill him?”

“You heard the other guy! If we don’t take it off, it’s melt his brain away,” you cried.

For a moment Party looked at you, then at the motionless, in BLI-white dressed body in front of him. You could tell the exact moment he made the decision to trust you with this. Like for Jet and Fun before, you were Kobra’s only hope now. He entrusted you with the most precious thing he had: his brother’s life.

Slowly he let go of you.

With all the force you could muster, knowing every single moment wasted was moving Kobra closer to complete extinction, you pulled at the mask. Adrenaline seemed to have given you extra strength, because the mask came off with a jolt, making you tumble backwards to the ground. You landed hard on your behind, your hands barely lessening the impact, as you landed in the broken glass.

Immediately Party was at Kobra’s side, cradling his face in his hands.

“Kobra, Kobra it’s me,” he whispered, running his still blood smeared fingers over his brother’s cheeks.

But Kobra did not move.

You waited, staring at him, sitting on your butt in the splinters of the glass window. Jet stood in the door, Fun halfway between Party and Jet. All of you waited, held your breath.

Again there was silence. Just like when Party had opened that first door. But this time it was worse. So much worse. So infinitely worse. Because you had seen him, had seen Kobra’s face, the fear in his eyes, the way he had opened his mouth to scream for you, and you had not been fast enough. If you had been just a split second faster…

Party sat down next to the chair Kobra was chained to. Kobra’s head hung limply to his chest, and Party placed his own in Kobra’s lap.

“Go,” he told you. “Get out of here. I’m staying with him.”

Nothing he could have said could have been worse than this.

“No,” you shook your head. “No. We all agreed nobody gets left behind.”

Slowly you sat up more where you had been landing in the shards of glass. Your hands were littered in small cuts, dripping blood to the pristine white floor.

“It’s okay. Just leave us,” Party shook his head.

He had given up. The ultimate death sentence in the Zones. You could not help but feel the same. You, too, refused to leave Kobra here. What had you promised each other in the sewers? You would stick with Party the whole way, to the very end, no matter what, no matter the outcome.

Another few minutes passed as you just sat there, looking at Party and Kobra. In the back of your mind you wondered where the DRACs were, and the SCARECROWs, why they were not coming for you. Did it really matter?

This time neither of you still had the strength to cry. You just sat there, and watched as Party refused to get up and leave his brother behind. A glance at Jet and Fun gave away that they shared your sentiment, and the bizarre feeling of relief tucked at your heart. So you were not alone. You would all go down together.

The silence that engulfed you was absolute. No air conditioning, no humming lights, no machines that buzzed.

Just silence.

Kobra looked awful, you noticed. He had lost weight, lots of weight, far more than would have been healthy. Anger tucked at your heart. Not only had they tortured him for years, they had barely kept him alive while at it. Probably feeding him only enough that he did not starve to death. Now his cheeks were hollow, his eyes sunken in, his skin grey.

The only colour on him were nasty bruises on one of his cheekbones, looking as if someone had punched him in the face. He had struggled. Even after years of this hell he had still struggled enough for them to punch him in the face. Why had he not given up yet? Had he hoped you would come for him?

The bruises were green and blue, with hints of purple and yellow. His hair was the same brown as his brother’s, the once bleached strands long having grown out, and his hair having been cut shorter. It was not quite as short as his doppelgänger’s, having probably grown out since the last time BLI had cut it.

You wanted to get up, wanted to run your hands through the strands before his body grew cold; a last comfort, both for him and yourself. Maybe his soul might still feel it, might feel the pain you were in, might understand how hard you had fought to reach him, to get him back, and how utterly useless the world felt now, that you had failed him.

You had failed him. All these years, in which you had been running around in the desert, you could have been looking for him, for the others. All the nights you had spent comforting yourself with dreams of Fun, you could have made plans on how to free your friends. All the evenings you had tried forgetting the world around you, just cuddling into Fun, you could have worked. You should have worked harder, but now you had failed him. It would have felt wrong to dirty his body with the very hands that had failed him.

So you let the silence swallow you up, let the pain take over, let it paralyse you so no tear and no sob escaped you. Silence was the only thing that felt appropriate now, silence was the only thing you could ever stand to hear again.

But it was broken by a very quiet, very weak voice.

“I always knew you’d come for me.”

Next Chapter - The Kobra King

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catastrxblues · 4 months

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i have this dread so ancient in me, this creeping fear. oh my god i want to throw up

#i haven’t studied and there’s going to be a tutor today 😭😭😭😭#and definitely a post test #i miss being a natural at academics #it’s like everything comes in through one ear and out another now i can’t do this #and my memory is getting shorter and shorter aaaaaaaaaaaaaa #anxiety PANIC panic ANXIETY #can you just imagine how EMBARRASSING it will be if once i’m back in class i’m still as stupid as ever in chem #i can see it already fuck myself fir believing that i could do this #i’m soooo not made for this this was for seventh grade me #chem tag #nadirants

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frnkiebby · 1 month

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those are some naked ass knees there sir~🎃

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moonxmagix · 1 year

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Daddy's Girl NSFW

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader

CW: Age gap, teacher frank, student reader, light smut, daddy issues, soft frank, underage drinking, mentions of the word daddy, def sexual tension

Summary: Frank is your teacher and you two hit it off. Y/N has heavy daddy issues and Frank takes you in. He treats you like what your childhood self deserved, safety and love.

A/N: This is VERY long. I wrote 11 pages on Google Docs so I'm very sorry LMAO. It might be a bit wordy and not super smutty if thats okay. I wanted to write something softer in nature. Also apologize if there are any grammar mistakes. :)

Reblogs appreciated!

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As I sat there in an uncomfortable school chair, surrounded by the ghosts of my past, I stared out the window that was covered in rain. The day was gloomy, constant thundering and on and off downpour. I tapped my foot up and down while playing with my bunny keychain as my anxiety washes over me. School always made me anxious and hate myself, constantly feeling at battle with myself and others.

It was my senior year and I just turned 18, so all I had to do was wait to get out of here. Kinda like prison if you think about it. Our school had uniforms and if anything that was the best part about this place, not to mention it looked like some old money school for rich kids. Which was funny because a lot of the kids here come from nothing, like me.

My drug addicted mother raised me semi alone, meaning that she constantly had men in and out of her life. My real father left when I was only a few months old so I never had that strong, protective father figure in my life. I craved someone to love me, hold me tight, whatever fathers do with their daughters. My moms boyfriends that were long term, aka 6 months, would try their best to be there for me but as soon as I got comfortable with them they were gone.

I tried to stay out of relationships out of fear that the same cycle would happen to me.

“Y/N? Are you listening?” Mr. Iero said, pulling me out of my daze. My head quickly turned to him, almost embarrassed, “Yes sir, sorry.” He turned back to board, continuing the lesson. Mr. Iero was my english/music teacher, he taught both. The first day I walked into his class I had a massive crush on, like journaling and daydreaming about him crush. I never made advances to him because what would he think?

I can’t get him in trouble and I can’t jeopardize my education for some man. I once again zoned out heavily, staring out the window. I watched as a father checked out his daughter early for school it seems, hugging each other under the umbrella as they smiled together. I sighed, rolling my eyes at the sight. Almost disgusting to me but that's just the jealousy getting to me.

“Y/N? Please pay attention, we have an important test coming up and you can’t miss this,” he sighed, putting a hand on his hip. Everyone turned to stare at me as I got smaller in my seat. When I looked back at everyone else to me they had dark eyes, something evil brewing but also something dead. I know realistically that a lot of the people here never paid attention but were much better at hiding it I think.

“Please see me at the end of school,” he said and a few people let “Ooo” escape their mouths. Thanks Mr. Iero for embarrassing me. I wanted to hate him for that but another part of my brain desired to have that alone time with him. Even a hug from him would suffice my animalistic hunger for him. Just, “I’m proud of you,” would motivate me for the rest of the year.

Class was dismissed and I quickly got out of there but he caught my wrist before I could, “Promise me you’ll be here after school. You can’t ditch like the last time.” I nodded and promised him that I would be back. The last time that happened I left out of pure anxiety, I threw up in the hallway on my way to his class. But safe to say this time I could get myself through it.

I went to my locker to change out books and my best friend Livvy came up to me, “Wanna hang out after school? I wanna get coffee,” she said excitedly. “Maybe, Mr. Iero wants to see me after my last class,” I said, I didn’t want to disappoint her. “Omg again? Did you space out again (nickname)?” she said, lightly punching my arm.

“Yeah, I just hope it’s quick. If so, I’ll make sure to call you when I’m done,” I said with a smile. We said our goodbyes as I went to all of my other classes. I watched the clock as it quickly rang, I took a few deep breaths as I prepared myself to see Mr. Iero. I know it couldn’t be that bad but my anxiety tried to convince me otherwise.

I looked through the glass of the door and saw no one inside so I thought maybe this could be my excuse as to why I didn’t show. “Right on time!” a voice behind me said. It startled me so I turned to see that it was Mr. Iero. I softly smiled as he unlocked the door to let us in. I didn’t see it but I heard him lock the door behind me.

I stood in front of his desk leaning against a student's desk. He stood in front of me also leaning against his desk. I kept my eyes to the ground for the most part, “Are you okay? You’ve been very quiet and dazed in almost every class,” he said in a soft voice. My tense shoulders relaxed, still not sure how to respond, “You can tell me, Y/N.” He took a couple steps closer.

“Look at me,” he said in a more demanding tone. I looked at him and he smirked, I wanted to fall to my knees right then and there. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tattoos, “I..I’ve just been going through a lot at home,” I said to put it simply. “Sit, let’s talk about it,” he said sitting in the students chair next to me. I sat down hesitantly, I don’t know if he actually cared about me or what. I guess we’ll find out.

I told him about my mom and everything that I’ve been struggling with. I didn’t outright tell him about my struggles with men and not having a father figure of sorts. But he’s smart, so he could probably piece things together based on how I answered some of his questions. At the end of my story I let a few tears escape from my eyes, he reached his hand up and gently wiped them.

He placed his other hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb on it. “You have nothing to worry about with me hun,” he said sweetly, maintaining tense eye contact. He was such a good listener and never interrupted me. “Your secrets are safe with me, I’m so glad you’re finally opening up to me. Since the beginning of the year I’ve had my eye on you, there’s something special about you, Y/N,” he said, whispering the last sentence.

He grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his. I felt my face heat up like a thousand suns and my heart rate picked up. I couldn’t help but let a smile form on my face, “That’s my girl. No need to be sad when you’re around me. Hey, I’ll even move your desk closer up to mine, yeah?” I nodded, feeling like such a typical schoolgirl.

He looked at the clock, “I should probably let you go now. Here,’ he said, handing me a little piece of paper. I pocketed it in my bag and before I left he gave me a big, warm hug. The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit my nostrils, it was a smell so intoxicating that it would stay with me throughout the rest of the day. I left and ran out of there to my house, it downpoured on me though. It made me feel like I was in a movie of sorts, I let the rain fall and drench my uniform and hair.

I ran inside and went straight to my room to text Livvy, it was Friday so I told her to come spend the night with me. I really didn’t want to tell anyone about what happened but she was the only person I could trust with this information, she understood. She literally has a sugar daddy, she has no room to judge me!

Livvy came over and got settled right in with snacks and cute pajamas. “Tell me everything!” she said excitedly. I giggled, “He asked me if anything was wrong, I avoided but he pried so I spilled everything. And now he’s moving my desk up to his, he touched my leg and hugged me!” We were both laughing and blushing over this.

“Oh! I think he gave me his number,” I told her, remembering the paper he gave me that I still haven’t opened yet. “Bitch show me!” she said excitedly. I got the paper from my bag and counted down from 3, I opened it and it had his number inside. “Text him now!” she said getting my phone from my nightstand.

I input his number into my phone, “What do I say though?” I bit my nails. “Something flirty for sure,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. I started to type: hii its Y/N, miss our time together already xo

“Bitch that's good!! He’s bound to fall in love with you now,” she joked.

Hours went by without checking my phone and it was around 8pm. I checked my phone during our movie and he asked to call me, I sat up straight with my eyes wide. “He wants to call,” I said suddenly. “Oh shit! I’ll turn the tv down and I’ll stay quiet,” she shushed herself.

I gave the phone a ring and he picked it up almost instantly, I put it on speaker phone.

Frank: Doing okay?

Me: yeah, thanks for letting me vent. Made me feel a lot better

Frank: I’m glad, honey.

Livvy looked at me with shock, “Honey?!” she mouthed covering it with her hand.

Frank: Um, I wanted to ask if you wanna hang out tomorrow? You don't have-

Me: Yes. I’d love to!

Frank: What time are you free then?

Me: Umm maybe around 12?

Frank: Sounds like a date then

We both hung up and we’re screaming with joy, I never thought this day would come. Hanging out with a teacher outside of school? Is that legal? I couldn’t back out now, my fate was decided. “What am I gonna wear?” I said, asking Livvy for help. She’s always been the cooler one in terms of fashion, so I can trust her to dress me.

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It was 10 am and I had just the right amount of time to get ready. I checked my phone and he said he’d be picking me up at my place. Livvy left already and I sat down in front of my floor length mirror and put on light makeup. I got dressed in a black skirt, sheer black leggings, doc martens, and a white and black striped sweater.

The clock finally turned 12 and I looked out my window to not see a car yet. I sighed with relief because in reality I definitely didn't feel ready. I checked my phone and Mr. Iero said he would be there in 5. I went ahead and stood out front to wait for him.

His car pulled up and he got out to greet me, “Wow, you look great!” he said with a smile. He had on sunglasses and chewed his gum kinda obnoxiously but hot. He gave me a big hug and opened the door for me, his car was super clean surprisingly. “Where are we going?” I ask timidly.

“Downtown, get some coffee and donuts,” he smiled, placing his hand on my thigh. “How’d you know where my house was?” I asked. “Teachers have access to those kinds of things,” I just nodded in response staring out the window. It was pretty cloudy and I was kinda hoping it’d rain.

We got to the coffee place downtown, “This is my special spot, for a special girl,” he smirked. I felt my stomach overfill with butterflies and a sparked joy I didn’t know I could feel around somebody. He got out the umbrella and interlocked arms with me, I looked at him with such content but confusion. I felt like I didn’t deserve any of this, none of the kindness, none of the listening, nothing.

He told me to sit down at a booth while he ordered us stuff. I texted Livvy while sitting there:

Me: Liv i think im in love no joke

Liv: i would be too

Me: were getting coffee rn ill update soon

He came back and sat a delicious smelling coffee in front of me, “Thank you Mr. Iero,” I said. “Call me Frank, no need for that outside of school,” he said, he grabbed my hand that was on top of the table. I looked at him, blushing hard, what if someone saw us?

We talked about the things we both liked and hated, we actually had a lot in common. “You like Elvis?!” he said, shocked. “Yeah and?! It’s a comfort thing,” I defended. “Explain,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Sometimes when my mom was out I’d spend the night with my grandfather and in the morning while cooking breakfast he’d play Elvis,” I said, reminiscing when I actually had a somewhat stable relationship with a man.

I think Frank noticed my mood diminish into something solemn. “Let's grab those donuts, I have somewhere else I wanna show you,” he said, grabbing my hand. He showed me off proudly, it felt like he was telling everyone around him to look at me but not in the way I’m used to. He put his mouth close to my ear, “We’ll have to share a donut, they’re almost out of everything,” he said, placing a kiss on my cheek.

We walked under the umbrella together as we started to share the donut, “Don’t lift a finger princess,” he said while holding the donut up to my mouth. He basically gave me the whole thing while he only had a couple bites. “Why do you treat me like this?” I asked him, curious as to why he is so fond of treating me like…a girlfriend?

“I think you deserve it, Y/N. I’ll explain more later,” he said with such sincerity, gripping my hand tighter. Was this going to be a whole day affair? My mom hasn’t been home for a few days so I didn’t feel the need to tell her where I was, it wasn’t like she was answering my messages anyway!

“What’s wrong hun?” he said, taking down the umbrella as the rain had stopped and the sun came out. “My mom hasn't answered my messages, it's been days,” I said, a little disappointed. “I’ll look after you, don't worry about it,” he said as we showed up to a record store. I gasped as I could never afford to buy my own records, it felt like a dream.

We went inside and looked around, I looked around for a ‘The Cure’ album. As I kept looking I felt a body press up behind me and place their arms around my waist and a head on my shoulder. He placed soft kisses on my neck causing me to giggle, I felt him do the same in my neck. “Find what you need?” he asked. “Yeah, did you?” his hands were empty. “Yeah,” he smiled playfully like he was up to something but not sure what.

“Bullshit. You need to get something or else I’ll feel bad that you spent all your money on me,” I said feeling slight guilt about him buying things for me. “I have you, that’s all I need,” he said, pulling me to the register and pulls out his card faster than I can reach for my purse zipper.

He handed me the bag of my records and we left. We didn’t do anything much except go thrifting and it was already 7 PM. “I have one place left to go,” he smiled, pulling out of the spot. “I feel like we’ve been everywhere already,” I said, whining. “Be a good girl and don’t whine for me, okay?” that immediately put me in my place and I complied. I could see a smirk on his face, he knew what he did to me.

I heard a song on the radio that I liked and immediately turned it up, it was You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood. “You like them?” he asked. “Love them! I’ve seen them in concert twice already,” I said proudly. Livvy knew I couldn’t afford it but she ever so kindly bought them for me.

After a short drive we made it to our destination, a bar. It was quite crowded, I wasn't even old enough to drink yet. I looked at him worried, “I’m not 21..” I said. “I can get you in darling, don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. I trusted him but I tightened my lips anxiously. He was able to get me in because he was close friends with the guy at the front.

We got in and the music was at a comfortably loud volume. He dragged me to the bar and ordered me a drink but I couldn’t tell you what it was. Tasted great though!

I downed a couple drinks and I basically became a melting mess in Frank's hands. I held onto him for dear life like someone was trying to pull me away from him. I dragged him outside for a cigarette break, I pulled them out of bag and I forgot my lighter, “I forgot my fuckin lighter.” He laughed at my tone and lit my cigarette for me.

We stood inches apart, he held my waist with his tattooed hand. I took a huff of my cig and blew it in his face, “Naughty girl,” he chuckled. He pulled me in to kiss him and our lips collided. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol mixed perfectly with each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to release.

I shared my cigarette with him and he whispered in my ear, “How about you come over to my place for the night?” My heart was beating out of its chest, “Are you sure that's okay? I would need to get my stuff at home,” I said. “We can stop by your place first baby, I do have a few room-mates if that’s okay,” he said looking away embarrassed. “More the merrier!” I joked.

We drove back to my place and I led him up to my room, he sat on my bed and I packed up a couple things. I turned around putting my hands on my hips, “All packed,” I smiled. He patted his hand insinuating for me to sit on his lap, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck, “My pretty girl,” he whispered while pushing my hair out of my face.

“I really don’t understand why you like me, Frank,” I said, that feeling of undeservingness washing over me. “Look at you Y/N!. What is there not to like about you? We have so much in common and I can’t get over how beautiful you are,” I need all the reassurance I can get. What if he leaves me? Would another man treat me like Frank does?

“Do you promise not to leave?” I asked tearfully. “What? Of course I do, Y/N. How could I do that to you sweetheart?” he said, hugging me tightly. “We should get going,” he said softly. I nodded and he grabbed my bags for me as we walked back to the car.

We got to Frank's place and it was dimly lit, it smelled of cigarettes and expensive musky candles. I saw band equipment set up, “What’s all this?” I asked. “Oh, me and my friends do gigs on the side,” he chuckled as we walked to the kitchen. A timid man turned around to greet us, he gave Frank a hug and gave me a handshake. Firmly.

“Nice to meet you,” I said shyly. “Franks said a lot about you, nice to meet you,” he smiled kindly and I furrowed my brows a little confused. He talks about me? What did he say? More questions to be answered.

Frank hurried me to his room, it was spacious and had a few of his guitars displayed on the walls. He disappeared for a second and brought back a shirt and pajama pants of his, “Put these on,” I took them. I went into the bathroom bringing my toiletries along with me. I changed into his oversized clothes and washed my face.

I brought out my phone and snapped a pic of me in the mirror sending it to Livvy. She replied almost instantly: not you going home with him !! be safe !! she replied.

I went back out and put my other clothes back in my bag, “You have such a nice room,” I complimented. “Biggest one in the house,” he brags. I hadn’t noticed before but he turned the radio on and it was on a classic rock station. The room was filled with cigarette smoke and incense. Lamps created the perfect sensual ambience.

I laid my head on his soft pillows and Frank hovered over me, caressing my face with his hand. Something came over me, my eyes filled with tears and escaped the corner of my eyes. “What’s wrong princess?” he said, worried. I shook my head, sobbing. Never was I good enough to ever receive a love like this before. Here I had it.

“Tell daddy what’s wrong princess,” that broke me. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining all of this or if it was some sick joke. I straddled his lap, crying into his shoulder. His hand rubbed up and down my back sensually. “I’ve never felt such an overwhelming amount of love and adoration from a man before,” I stated plainly.

He asked me to talk about it so I did. I told him about the men this time, while I did we drank. It got to the point where I only started seeing flashes of my surroundings. One minute I was taking off my clothes, then I was sitting on top of Frank, then throwing my head back and moaning.

I remember seeing Frank go down on me and him forcing my legs open as I was ready to release on his face. Flashes of Frank saying things like, “You're daddy’s good girl…I’ll never hurt you…you’re safe with me…shh you’re okay sweetheart.” His voice vibrated through my skin.

Soon enough I passed out, naked and covered up by the warm sheets. I woke up groggy and still a little drunk around 3 am and had my clothes put back on. I groaned and didn’t see Frank in bed with me but playing guitar across the room. “Frank?” I said, rubbing my eyes. He immediately rushed to my side to comfort me, “Are you okay princess?” he said.

I nodded, “Could you get me some water?” I asked because my voice was hoarse. He brought back water to me and I downed it as fast as I could. He got into bed with me and I cuddled up at his side, holding on for life.

I grabbed Frank's face pressing our lips together, I longed for his kiss and his desire. He pulled away and cupped my face, “If you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do for you,” he said softly. “I am,” I stated so desperately wanting him to take me in, live with him, devote my life to him. “I’d even run away and hide with you if I could. You’re daddy’s girl,” he said pulling me into his chest.

To be safe and sound in his heart forever.

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