•Female, male, enby and gender neutral reader
•Any kind of ones (fluff, smut, angst, etc)
•Gerard, Mikey, Ray, Killjoys oneshots
[READ THE INTRO BEFORE ANYTHING]
Honestly, they just get better after the "Pure my ass" one. Thx.
Cover by @abovethedove...
Apparently Wattpad will be removing smut (k*ll me), so I guess I'll be publishing it on Tumblr too 💀💀
What if someone recommended me a male reader MCR book? Haha, jk... unless???
Also, check my new book!!! The continuation to "30 days with a demon" is officially out!!!
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The way Gerard clings to me in the moment we leave the studio after another day of working on the production of Bullets was already predictable. We spent the whole day recording, rerecording and writing songs, which was tiring yet certainly worth it; not to mention how everything ends up being actually fun since we're recording the whole process and it's just nice itself hanging out with the guys. There's still this this lingering sensation of happiness even after saying the goodbyes, the memory of all the laughter and excitement continuing to echo in our minds.
Still, being near other people means not so many demonstrations of affection between Gerard and I, even if it's being around our closest friends, because he gets mostly shy with it and we ended up getting used to only sharing kisses and hugs when alone. We spent a long time just going out in secret before getting in an official relationship.
"You sure it's fine? I mean, me coming over to your apartment." Gerard shyly takes my hand in his, sighing as we walk down the sidewalk.
"Of course, baby." I smile as pressing a kiss to his cheek.
The sun already set itself in the horizon, leaving the sky in a dull blue tone and with the first stars starting to show themselves among the falling night sky. People are returning home from work, making the streets relatively agitated, but there's also a mutual comforting vibe shared between everyone, maybe due to the fact of finally coming to the end of the day, what means going home and resting.
In the way to my apartment, Gerard and I buy pizza and a few cans of soda. The bakery is close to the building, anyways, it wouldn't be worth it ordering one over the phone.
We change into more comfortable clothes once getting to the apartment - Gerard is often coming over, so, naturally, there are some of his clothes here, but it doesn't mean he doesn't steal some of mine, neither prevents him from doing so.
I'm on the floor, opening the pizza box over the coffee table and turning on the TV when he walks into the living room with an oversized hoodie and boxers, only, and sits down on my lap without seeming to care I'm busy with something else. Very Gerard. He wraps his arms around my neck and leans his head against my chest, what's not something bad - absolutely not -, though he's groaning once I try to reach for a can of soda, a simple task turned difficult due to how glued to me he is. And he complains about that. Cool.
