Fluff & smut oneshots (Frerard, Pikey/Petekey, MCR comfort)

#85 Frerard (fluff) +note

Note: The previous weeks have been absolute shit, and I know the upcoming ones are too due to weighted exams and so on. I have zero motivation to even open this app unless I get a notification from it, so I'm just gonna post this now incase I don't post for a week or two. This is one of the emergency stories again, and fluff because somebody requested more of it. Sorry. Really struggling currently,

Frank's pov

I slowly turned the door knob, gulping as I opened the door. I peeked inside to see Gerard in bed. I slipped inside as I walked up to him, a sense of relief washing over me. Everytime we fought, he'd always lock himself inside our room and barely sleep, but part of me felt like he just cried himself to sleep. I quietly snuck towards him as the small gap between the curtains shined the moonlight onto his face with a cold breeze and that strong smell of the rain. The blanket was at the very edge of the bed, part of it falling off while my jacket was shoved into the corner. He was curled up in a little ball in the middle of the bed with his pillow on the floor, coming to a conclusion that he probably beat the shit out of it before also throwing it in anger. I softly brushed my fingers against his face and sleeves to find both stained with tears, the guilt sinking in even more. His fingers seemed slightly yellowish-brown, and i didn't even have to look at under his bed to know his astray was once again used. I picked up his pillow and placed it back on the bed as I carefully pulled him up, not wanting to wake him up. I placed the blanket over him as I folded my jacket neatly before putting it in the spot where my pillow usually was before leaving.

-a few hours later-

Gerard's pov

I groaned as I woke up to the sound of the beating rain, scratching my head. My entire body felt groggily, but also like I just couldn't go back to sleep. I sat up as I rubbed my eyes, looking around, confused. I got out of bed as I noticed Frank's jacket folded up neatly along with a note tucked into it. I thought about it for a moment before leaning over to grab it. "Dear Gerard, I don't know when you'll see this, but just know I am sorry. I know that probably means nothing to you right now, but I hope you don't mind me tucking you in. Again, I am deeply sorry for what I did and making you cry. I went out, I'll be back soon, but you always know where you can find me. And don't worry, I'm alright. Love, Frank. Ps: I've called Mikey over to come take care of you in my absence. He should be in the living room where I was. He'll be there for until I come back." I could feel my heart drop as I read every single letter. Fuck. I needed to find him, now. I quickly shoved the note in my pocket as I went to grab my phone to try and call him, only to realize his phone was placed beside mine. Within a heartbeat, I busted though my door and ran towards to the living room before shaking Mikey vigorously. "Mikey, Mikey wake up. Please I-I need you to drive me somewhere. Please, this is urgent please.." "Huh.. oh you're awake. Wait.. why are you awake? Go back to bed dude, I'm not gonna drive you to buy more cigarettes.. stop smoking." "What? No! It's Frank, now come on! Get up! Or do you want me to drive your car?" I threatened. Mikey sighed before getting up and grabbing his keys and phone as he slipped them into his pocket. I grabbed my keys as I nearly broke the door lock while fumbling, my mind spiralling more. "He's okay, don't worry. He'll come back in the morning." "And you believed him? Goddamnit, just hurry up," I snapped, agitated. I tapped my foot impatiently as Mikey sleepily put on his shoes before locking the door. I grabbed the umbrella outside our house before rushing to the lift.

We drove for around an hour until we finally arrived, and I asked Mikey to wait in the car as I got out. I didn't even care that I was running with slippery shoes, tears streaming down my face as I ran. No matter how much I slipped and fell, I never once stopped until I reached.

"FRANK!" I shouted.

"Frank.." I repeated.

I fell to my knees as I just sobbed even harder, seeing the empty bench infront of me. He wasn't here. No, that can't be right, right? I kept trying to wipe the tears and rain off my face as my vision blurred, mumbling through same words again and again under my breath. "No, no no no no no no no please.. no.." I choked as I coughed, the feeling made me sick to my stomach. Please. I could feel a pair of arms wrap around me as the rain above me seemed to stop, sniffling as I looked up to see Mikey. He hugged me as he held his umbrella over me, comforting me. "We'll find him okay? Let's walk around a little." I nodded, holding back tears as he helped me up. I wasted no time screaming his name as I choked up, my voice trembling and my body shivering. "FRANK," I cried, realizing he was passed out behind the big tree that the bench was below. I scooped him up in my arms as I shook him, begging him to wake up. Mikey helped me to pick him up as we rushed home.

Frank's pov

I opened my eyes to see a familiar face looking back at me, "Wha.. Gerard?-" I couldn't even say anything more as he threw his arms around me, squeezing me tightly in his arms. "Gerard..? Weren't you mad at me? What.. happened? I'm so dizzy.." "I'm so sorry Frank," he mumbled, patting his head. "Okay.. but why?" I asked, confused. "I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.." he just kept repeating, crying. "Hey.. hey look at me. What's wrong my love?" "I'm really sorry..I-I fucked up. I'm the reason why you were passed out high an hour away from home.. I'm so sorry.. Please I-.." he wailed, barely able to make out a single word. I pulled him into my arms as I realized the little towel on my head. "How long was I passed out for?" "I-I'm not sure.. but please rest, you got sick from being caught in the rain so badly.. We'll talk once you rest up okay?" "Wait, no. Don't go," I pleaded, grabbing his arm as he got ready to leave. "Are you sure you want me around..?" "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He went silent. We stared at each other for a moment as I regretted my words already, holding his hand in mine, "Wait, I-I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. Ugh, I can't think. I just wasn't sure if you were still mad at me. I want you Gerard. I really do. I really, really love you. So please, don't ever leave." "Only if you promise not to." "I promise," I said, melting into his hands as he cupped my face and connected our lips. "I love you." "And I love you better when you aren't sick, so you better sleep." "Anything as long as it's with you, my love."