#mcr bullets

Late dawns and early sunsets ^^ 🌕✴️

A/N - hey babies! Mama got a little hammered and I have NOTTT been doing so lot haha but it’s okay I have very beautiful people I speak with ( aka you babies! ) I’m gonna be writing small drabbles and small yap sessions for a minute until I come up with a new plot for the next big fic,, unless one of you guys have a idea of one I’m always down to listen! Anyways I hope you guys like this mama loves you so much 🩷 enjoy !

“Hey” some sweaty guy with some shitty ass hair style came up to you, you noticed that he was the guy that just happened to be preforming “Heyyyy your from that band uh fuck uhm my chemical reaction?” he smiled warmly before breaking into a laugh

“Romance but.. you were almost there” you liked his smile and the way he looked almost hungry as he looked at you but maybe that was the alcohol talking

“Let me get you a drink?” He asked grabbing your hand gently rubbing it with his thumb almost like a I don’t bite

“Tell me your name first and maybe I’ll let you..” you pull your hand away teasing almost like

“Frank iero and again can I get you a drink” that hunger in his eyes grew trying to keep that strong persona

“Mmm and why should I Mr. Iero?” you got closer smelling the slight hint of weed on his white shirt along with a smell of cologne or what’s left of it, You would've gone along with it eventually, despite knowing exactly what his intentions had been after that first drink... and the many that followed.

Now the two of you were in some bedroom, neither of you sure whose place it was or who was drunker, Your bodies swayed together as you ground against each other, kissing between breathless laughs. The way Frank held you close was intoxicating in the most dangerous way.

"F-Frank- I-" you whimpered, your weak attempts to pull at him almost laughable as he fumbled with your clothes.

Neither of you was coordinated enough to get very far. Between the two of you, all that had come off was your T-shirt and your pants before something made Frank pause.

He let out a shaky breath and rested his forehead against yours "Look..." he muttered, laughing softly at himself. "God, we're way too drunk for this.."

With that, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. You could feel his weight against you, but instead of pushing things further, he stayed still.

"Yeah.." you breathed with a small, embarrassed laugh. "We- we are."

Frank lifted his head to meet your eyes, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"How about the band giving you a ride back to my place?" he said quietly. "I don't really want to lose the angel I met tonight if that’s not- too crazy to ask"

happy belated birthday to bullets 🧟 ( @pixie-be4r )

before they pulled the trigger on my fucking head, i reminisce about the moment when i vowed “i'd take a bullet just for you, and only you to let you know you mean that much.” hold my hand, be not afraid, for i'm here with you 'til the end. they really can't contain us, they only can control our undying love for each other as we are all but bullets.