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

#84 Frerard (fluff) + note regarding schedule

⚠️HYPERSEXUALITY, MENTION OF SEXUAL ASSULT⚠️
Note: I don't know if I'll get back on schedule anytime soon, but I sometimes write a little bit. Sorry. Hope to start posting more soon.
Ps: I don't know if hypersexuality is something that needs a TW, so I put it just incase.

Frank's pov

I saw Mikey sigh as he stood outside Gerard's room. "Hey, you good? What are you doing?" "Oh- fuck you scared me, sorry. I just.. I'm worried about Gerard. He's getting bad again. He's.." his voice got quiet. He looked down as he fidgeted, glancing up at me from the corner of his eye. "Do you want me to check on him? I-I mean, can I even? Do you think he'd mind?" I asked, and he hesitated. "He's a little.. um.. messed up right now. Especially ever since.. that happened. I just- I don't know how to help him. And I know you're worried which is why you even asked to come over even after I told you he barely even leaves his room, but just try to be patient with him. Don't try to force him to do anything, and if he starts lashing out please don't shout back. Just let it happen and nod and leave after, okay?" "Of course. You go rest, I'll take care of him." I assured him as he gave a faint nod and forced a smile before walking back to his room. He shut the door as I went to grab a cup of water for Gerard. I hadn't seen him in weeks, and everytime I try to text or call him he doesn't answer. For the past couple days, I'd been sleeping on their couch in hopes to be able to check on Gerard, but Mikey wasn't lying when he said Gerard didn't leave his room. My hands trembled as I held the cup of water in one hand and twisted his door knob in the other. It made me slightly worried for Gerard as I noticed his door didn't even have a lock or could he pushed to shut the whole way. "..Gerard? May I come in?" I asked. I gulped as I awaited a reply.

Gerard's pov

I laid emotionless on my bed, staring up at the fan in nothingness. I had no clothes on, and my entire room was a mess— seriously. I had clothes all over the floor and on my bed which was soaked with sweat, tears and cum along with empty bottles of alcohol and pills lying around. I panted as I looked down at the door and my fingers which were still inside me while semen was all over my stomach. "Um.. I got you some water. I-It's okay if you don't want it. I'll just.. leave it here for you okay?" Frank spoke on the other side of the door in a soft voice. The door creaked as he pushed it, placing a small cup of water. He never once even peeked inside, and he pulled the door back as much as it could close without being held in position. A wave of silence passed, but his shadow was still there. I held my breath for some reason, but he just stood there. "..come in" I mumbled when he didn't budge. I could feel more sweat drop down the side of my face as I sat up, unsure of how he'd react. He walked in, but was taken aback as his eyes widened. He looked around the room then up at me, his gaze softening.

"Gerard.." I looked away. "What happened love? Talk to me," "I.. I don't know. I'm just getting bad again, you know, the usual. I keep thinking about the guy who sexually assaulted me. I can't stop. I just need the touch again. It's sick, I know, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me.. it's like I'm suddenly so hypersexual..? I'm craving the touch so bad, I can't.." I broke down crying, falling into his arms. He didn't even care that my dirty and sweaty body was smudging all over his clean clothes as he cooed me, holding me in his arms. I curled up in a ball near him as he hugged me tightly, rocking back and forth like I was a child. "You're not sick okay? Feeling hypersexual is one thing that can happen after such incidents, and you're completely valid. I'm sorry I couldn't get there in time to stop him.. I'm so sorry dear." He explained, careful with his choice of words. I sobbed uncontrollably as he comforted me with words, not daring to move or touch me incase it'd trigger me. "There there.." he said in a gentle voice as he grabbed a couple tissues off my nightstand and wiped my tears. I sniffled as he handled me with such care, passing me tissues to clean myself up. I wiped my body as he asked if I wanted to go take a shower, and I nodded. I grabbed a couple clothes which I just hoped were clean and walked into the shower.

When I walked out, I was confused to see my room cleaner and my bedsheets gone. "F-Frank?!" I called out, running around the house while holding the towel wrapped around my shoulder. "I'm here," he replied. I turned around to see him washing all my stuff, like he didn't even care that they were drenched in sweat and cum. "What.. what are you doing?" "Helping you, is that okay? Don't worry, I'll help you put on new sheets after this, you go and dry your hair and rest on the sofa first." He said with a smile. I felt guilty, but he assured me it was fine as I went to go do exactly what he said. I could hear him humming as he hung my things to dry and went to grab new sheets. I poked my head through the door as he worked on putting on new sheets, walking in without a sound. He was startled as I wrapped my arms around his stomach, pressing my body against his. "You okay?" "Yeah I just.." I mumbled, my words trailed off while my hands traveled down his hips. He placed his hand on top of mine, shaking his head. "We're gonna go back to bed and sleep, okay?" "Right, sorry.." I retreated my arms, looking down.

We stood silent for a moment before he gave me a small side hug and was about to leave the room, but I grabbed his arm. "Please don't leave.." "A-Are you sure?" "Yes. Please, I want you here." I begged. He was reluctant, but nodded as our fingers brushed against one another. We climbed into my bed as he shifted, and I pulled him close as I snuggled up into his arms. He stroked my head as his fingers combed through my hair, spooning me at the same time. "I'm sorry for ignoring you.." "You have nothing to be sorry about, I promise. We'll get through this together okay? I'm here for you. Always." He whispered, smiling at me. The kind of smile that just made you feel like, maybe everything was gonna be okay. I smiled back as I leaned up, kissing him.