•Female, male, enby and gender neutral reader
•Any kind of ones (fluff, smut, angst, etc)
•Gerard, Mikey, Ray, Killjoys oneshots
[READ THE INTRO BEFORE ANYTHING]
Honestly, they just get better after the "Pure my ass" one. Thx.
Cover by @abovethedove...
Hello, here's your author being gay again szsz Inspired by some events (you'll know if you see my stories on Instagram,,, hm) and with a small help from Mello for inspiration; 'love Mello.
__
Happy holidays to everyone, by the way!
__
Also, I started publishing another MCR book,,, it's not another 'x reader' one, but maybe you guys will like it.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
_________ _________ _________
Gerard is spending most of the day like that. Basically, he has been clingy since he woke up, straddling my lap and with his face buried in the crook of my neck while I watch TV, read a book or do something on my phone; though the list of things I'm able to do is really limited considering how I don't want to bother him. He probably fell asleep at some points, but he is often mumbling things I don't understand – which he won't repeat if I ask him to – or keeping a vague talk with me.
"You're almost like a cat," I tell him with a chuckle when feeling him shifting lightly on my lap. He grunts in response, about to move away, but I hold him in place, pressing a kiss to a part of his neck that isn't covered by the dark strands. "Is something wrong?"
There's a long moment of silence, during which he's slightly tense under my touch. I give him his time. Eventually, he relaxes, sighing softly as adjusting his position. "No."
"Are you sure?" I ask as bringing a hand up to his neck and Gerard understands it, pulling away and letting me brush the messy strands away from his face and look at his tired eyes properly. "You know you can tell me anything."
"'M just tired," Gerard says with a small smile, a reassuring one, seeming to appreciate the touch. "I didn't sleep well. Nothing in special, I just couldn't sleep." He brings his hands up to run his fingers through my hair, adjusting the strands with certain focus that brings a cute expression to his face. "And before you say anything, I didn't see the need in waking you up. I was drawing and listening to some music while you slept, so there wasn't really any problem."
I furrow my eyebrows as looking at him in certain frustration, but can't hold the feeling for long, sighing. "That's fine, I was just worried."
Smiling, Gerard wraps his arms around my neck and presses his lips to mine softly. His lips are warm and soft and Gerard has this faint smell of paint under the cologne one, which seems to have stuck to him due to always painting so often. A pleased hum escapes my throat as I move to bury my face in the crook of his neck instead now, inhaling deeply.
Gerard giggles with it, squirming lightly until I pull away and smile.
"And are you fine now? What do you think about preparing something?" I smile, letting my hands drop to his thighs and squeeze them lightly. "We could prepare some cookies. I know how you don't like sulking around like this too much, you need to distract yourself." The last time it happened – Gerard being sleep deprived –, he got a hell of a headache at night; it got him in agony for not being able to finish the drawing he was anxious to.
