|A/N: this is trash. I had this idea of sweetheart!Gerard getting scared because the lights went out with no reason. This is probs the most ridiculous one shot. I'm writing this while my power is out because this is the adaptation from my life literally.|
Seriously, this was fucking ridiculous. Gerard was getting scared, it was 2 a.m., and almost the whole city was out of power. When he turned over for Frank, his husband wasn't there, which made him even more freaked out.
This was the start of the zombie fucking apocalypse, damnit. "Frank!" Gerard called out, waiting a few minutes for a response that never came. Gerard pulled the blankets back, immediately regretting it. "Jesus fuck, it's freezing." He whispered to himself, walking over to their closet to pull on some random hoodie, probably Frank's, and a pair of leggings (what?! They're comfortable!), and headed down the stairs.
"Frankie?" Gerard called out again, seeing only a couple candles lit. Walking into the kitchen, he sees Frank's lighter. Well, he's not out smoking. Why he would be Gerard wouldn't know because it's cold as fuck outside.
"Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr!" Dude, seriously, Gerard was panicking. Maybe it is the zombie apocalypse! Suddenly, footsteps were approaching loudly behind him, so not really thinking, Gerard just clung to the counter top.
"Gee, baby are you alright? I didn't hear you call out my name, until the last second and I tried to get here as fast as I could but I was caught up in trying to actually get some light in here. But, seriously are you okay? You're shaking." Gee nodded his head, but Frank could tell that he wasn't.
"Turn around, baby. I'm right behind you, it's okay." Gerard slowly turned around to feel a warm body and just collapsed into Frank, tears flowing freely now. "Frank, I was so scared. I didn't know where you were and i-it was s-so dark. A-and you were-n't there and I-i-" Frank cut off his husband with a kiss.
Frank wiped the tears off his face, swiping under his eyes to cut off any free ones. "I know, I'm so sorry sweetheart. I shouldn't have left you alone like that, I wasn't thinking. I love you honey. I'm so sorry I scared you like that." Frank kissed the top of his husbands head, rocking him back and forth to calm him down.
Gerard hummed a quiet 'I forgive you', and clung tighter to Frank. "C'mon baby, let's go back upstairs." Frank hitched Gerard up around his thighs and carried him upstairs. "I can't believe you're wearing leggings, Gee."
The blonde giggled at his husband, exclaiming that they're really comfortable, his voice echoing through the their house. "I'm sure they are, Princess. But don't they like crush everything?"
Gerard shook his head no, explaining that he was also wearing a pair of panties underneath, and that the fabric stretches. "How the literal fuck do you even know this?" Frank had literally almost no knowledge of anything girl related.
Well, unless Gerard talked about it of course, then he knew. Other than that, he was fucking clueless. "Frankie, I know everything." Gerard was put into something soft and cushiony, and realized it was their bed.
"I'm sure you do, doll. You know, you're very beautiful Gee." Frank stared at Gerard, just gazing lovingly at him. Gerard ducked his head, but Frank lifted his chin back up.
"I know I don't tell you often and I want to change that because I feel like you don't ever feel like you are. Gee, you are beautiful okay? Please believe me when I say this."
Gerard nodded, clinging onto his husband and cuddling him. "Gerard, I love you." Frank pushed a string of hair back behind his ear and kissed him gently.
Soft lips tangled with a pair of rough, chapped ones, tongues coming together, tangling and dancing around each other. But it wasn't that kind of night so Frank pulled away before it got too heavy.
"I love you too Frankie. I always will, forever." Gerard caressed the side of Frank's face before closing his eyes, and finally falling back to sleep for the night.
"Ti amo, Gerard Arthur Way, per sempre e sempre. Non bisogna mai dimenticare." Frank kissed his husband's forehead and slipped right behind him, putting his arms around Gerard and falling in a peaceful slumber.
