Love At First Coffee

Love At First Coffee

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My Chemical Romance
***Warning: If you can't handle a little gay, this story ain't for you*** Gerard is fuming when his favourite coffee shop goes out of business. Deciding that he can't just make gross coffee press coffee for the rest of his life, he decides to try a shithole of a local coffee shop that's literally called 'the Local Coffee Shop' as a last resort. He decides that this will only be a one time thing; he's sure he'll find a better one tomorrow – until he catches a glance at his server, Frank Iero; a short guy with a lot of tattoos who serves him one of the best goddamn coffees of his life. Gerard makes his visits to the coffee shop regular and as he quickly grows fonder of the shop and his saucy little server, he poses the question: is it just the usual barista/regular relationship, or is there more between them?
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"God, Gerard," he moaned, "Are you that oblivious?" Frank watched him nod with a shrug. He rolled his eyes and continued nonetheless, "I really like you. I just wanna be fucking normal!" He huffed rubbing his eyes, "I wanna do stuff that I would do if we were normal. Like fucking romance shit. Like holding hands on the roof and looking at stars. Or sing to my Pandora station while we clean parts of the church before Sunday. Or make out in the back of my car and listen to my favorite songs. And god I would kill to dance in the rain with you and not have to worry about anything. No vampire shit. No age gap. No fucking rumors. You know that half of this goddamn town knows about my love life?" He removed his hands from his eyes to stare at Gerard who was staring back intensely, "It sucks. Everything sucks. My fucking life sucks." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of gore, mentions of loss, mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

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