coffee dates and other things || frerard oneshots

latenightvibes

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short, a vent oneshot in which i am 100% projecting myself onto gerard, there isn't a lot of frerard action in this one, it's more.... implied?

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gerard sniffled grossly, wiping at his eyes with the heel of his palm, his sleeve damp from the previous times he'd done it. the tears didn't seem to stop though, and he had that odd hollow feeling in the back of his throat: like his body had turned into a well, his lungs now moss kept watered by his tears.

he paused for a brief moment at the thought, solidifying the mental image of it and then tucking it away in his mind to use for a painting later, before being overcome by a new wave of oceanic water. he had yet to figure out why he was crying- he'd just woken up with rivers already slipping down his face and feeling as though something in him had broken.

after wrapping himself up in a fluffy dressing gown that may or may not have ears on the hood, he'd slipped into his wardrobe and climbed into the dining chair he used for his desk. his wardrobe was less of a closet and more of a very very tiny room inside his normal-sized room that didn't have a door but provided enough of a sense of cosiness that he used it as his own version of an escape when he couldn't leave the house. 

blue-white fairy lights were wrapped around the bar that he was supposed to hang his clothes on and they filled the small space with a soft glow that calmed the ache in gerards chest. the only other light was from his laptop, but he kept the brightness low, using the device to play aesthetic lofi mixes.

he had messenger open, the cursor blinking at him teasingly as he sniffled again, throat constricting almost painfully as he lightly ran his fingers over the keyboard. the paragraph he'd typed out had been re-read about a million times, changes made here and there, and now all he had to do was send it which was marginally more difficult than writing it. 

with another sniff followed by another face wipe, gerard stabbed the enter key, waited for half a second to make sure that it had delivered before he closed the tab, the light dimming immensely as his tumblr dashboard replaced it.

he knew he would have to wait until at least the morning for a response because it was 12am and Frank actually slept like a regular person, but he still had to resist the urge to re-open messenger and check. 

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this was v short and rushed, i just kind of needed a place to vent without feeling guilty for burdening my friends and boyfriend with my issues y'know? i'm sorry for the lack of frerard content and also for the lack of updates, i have a bunch of wips for this but i can't figure out how to finish any of them