Action Cat (Gerard Way X Reader)

Monday Bloody Monday

TW: addiction/substance abuse, needles, purging (mentioned), ED(?), fatigue, arguing(?), alcohol (mentioned), fake blood, slight body horror, smut, is this a blood kink?, fingering, degrading name(s), p n v, breeding kink(?), overstimulation(?)

A/N: last smut chapter before just pure angst<3 anyway thanks for almost 400 reads:)

YOUR POV:

It's been a few days, but at this point it felt like the days were blurring together. I was still taking Gerard's pills, and I'm sure he noticed, and if he didn't then lucky me! Not only that, Frank hasn't uttered a word about my addiction problems.

Okay, so, maybe I am an addict. But it's not like I'm doing illegal drugs like Gerard is or whatever.

Frank and I were currently sat at the tour bus table giving each other stick and poke tattoos. I wasn't really sure how I got here in my hazy state, but I loved tattoos, so what harm could come of this?

Well, probably some type of disease since we were winging it. We weren't really being incredibly safe about this. Sure we cleaned the needles off, but that was about it. Resources are limited after all.

My body was finally allowing me to keep meals down, but it could only be light stuff that wouldn't hurt my stomach. Anything heavy, or even a big meal only made me sick, and the cycle of purging would repeat. It wasn't like I was actively purging the food myself, my body was rejecting it.

I felt incredibly weaker, and it made it harder for me to stay standing up for long periods of time. It was like all the blood would rush to my feet and I would get super lightheaded. My balance was always thrown off as well, and I know that everyone noticed.

"What're you trying to make?" I asked Frank.

"A cat," Frank says as he looks up at me. "Isn't it obvious?"

I looked at the stick and poke, which was really just a circle with two triangles on top, as well as small dots in the middle.

"I don't see it," I admitted.

"It's so obvious though!" Frank exclaims, "you're just blind."

"Or maybe you're just bad at drawing," I tease.

"Hey," Frank begins, "it's not drawing...it's poking."

The door to the bus then opened as we looked to see Ray walking on board. "Oh thank god you're here," Ray quickly says as he rushes over to us. He looks down at the table where Frank is poking my arm with a needle. "Uh, can I ask?"

"Stick and poke," I reply. "Anyway, what did you need Ray?"

"Can we talk?" Ray asks me, his eyes full of worry.

"Sure," I nod. "Where?"

"We can talk here," Ray says. "And I need to talk to Frank too."

"Me?" Frank asks as he puts the needle down. "What did I do this time?"

Ray crosses his arms, "I know you two are up to something." Ray then glares at me, "especially you, Y/N."

"M-Me?" I stutter out.

"What do you think we're up to?" Frank asks, settling back in his seat and crossing his arms.

"You're spending a lot of time with Y/N, which isn't a problem, but you're always staring at her," Ray says. "Not only that, Y/N...you don't look well."

I looked at Frank who was looking back at me. I was silently asking for help, to which Frank spoke up. "I'm just worried about my friend. I mean, have you seen who she's dating? Gerard's not exactly stable." Frank replies, "besides, they seem to only know how to have sex as of recently."