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Heyy, children
ttttyjo here's some Pastel Frank to keep us alive
Help with the plot by xbloodbulletx
Why are the oneshots where Frank's kinda ((or really)) sub more popular?? I guess I'm starting to get something about y'all >_>
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Someone,,, anyone who has an x reader book about MCR or emo bands,,, please write me a current Gerard x Reader, please dshjfgjghd I need it so much
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I try to stop singing while skating down the park, remembering how it got me distracted last time and sent me to kiss the ground. Thank God the park isn't really crowded today; there aren't many risks of me crashing into someone or being yelled at for almost hitting a person when they were the one who saw me coming and didn't move. It seems, however, that I am wrong, after all.
In the way, there's a guy distracted by something I can't identify, but it's clearly enough for him to not listen to me yelling at him to move or the sound of skateboard's wheels rolling against the concrete. It was either crashing right into him or kissing the ground again after losing balance because of a hole in the concrete. Sadly, with the panic, I couldn't really think and decide what to do and just noticed the doubt's conclusion when already being on the ground.
Blinking a few times before being able to focus on what's in front of me, I widen my eyes realizing I somehow landed across the guy. He's laying on his stomach and I can't help but to notice his sweet scent because of the proximity. "Shit..." I mutter, trying to ignore the pain in my legs and torso and get off of him then stand up. - Damn, that was embarrassing. Fuck; I think to myself as turning to the guy, seeing we somehow weren't lucky enough to land on one of the grassed parts around the concrete paths.
"Hey," I say to him and bend down to touch his elbows, that are covered by a light blue cardigan. "let me help you up..." While standing up, he releases a few grunts and whines. If I'm hurt, it's even worse to him, because I didn't even hit the ground directly properly. "You okay?" I ask carefully, eyeing him up and down. I can notice he hurt his knees, ouch.
Cute; I can't help but to think when noticing his pastel green shorts and light purple high socks. That's not the moment to think about that! I shake my head, trying to get the thoughts away and look at his face. He isn't looking at something specific, but his breath is heavy and eyes watering. His eyebrows furrow in that way your mind is processing everything that just happened before he starts crying.
"Shit, shit, shit, it's okay," I place my hands over his shoulders hesitantly, a poor attempt of calming him down. "I, uh, can help you." I nod, adding emphasis to what I just stated. "My flat, it's not too far." I point to a building across the street. This is a park I like to come daily - or at least every day I'm able to - because it's right next to where I live. "I'll fix your scrapes and bruises." I say softly. He eyes me kinda uncertain - his throat moves as he swallows hard, trying to not start fully crying. "I won't try anything, I promise. I'll just feel bad if I don't help you, okay?" I offer him a small smile. Not really reacting at first, he simply eyes me and then nods, sniffling.
I grab my skateboard before we start walking towards my flat. The elevator takes us to my floor - the third one -, since neither of us are really well after such a fall. I mean, I guess it doesn't hurt as much because of the fall than it does because of the shock before meeting the ground; all the muscles contracting in surprise when your body notices you're falling. Well, at least that's it for me.
"So," I say after closing the door behind me once we're inside the apartment and moving to take him to the bathroom. "what's your name?" I sign for him to sit over the toilet's lid and bend down in front of the cabinet to grab the messy box of band-aids, cotton balls, bandages and small antiseptic alcohol bottles I call my first-aid kit.
"Frank." He answers quietly, as if fearing his voice would crack if he said it louder and also because of a perceptible shyness. I gaze at Frank while crouching down in front of him and notice he's still tense, his hands clutch tightly on the sleeves of his cardigan.
"I'm (y/n)." I avert my eyes to my hands to soak some cotton balls with antiseptic alcohol. "It wasn't one of the best ways of meeting someone, but" I grin awkwardly, looking at him. "nice to meet you." Frank simply nods in response. "This will sting a bit, okay?" There's a small hum in response then I press the cotton against the bruised skin. He whines quietly and tenses up more, so I instantly reach for his hand to hold it with my free one - maybe this will help.
"There, there..." I may softly when finishing to adjust the bandages over his knees. "Is it fine?" I press my lips together as looking up at him again. His breathe is now calm - I observe how his hair mover lightly as he nods. "Another wound I don't know about?" I ask and he, still without words, denies. "Right..." I say more to myself, moving to place the first-aid kit back on its previous place. I look over at the male who awkwardly sits there, "Do you like coffee?" I ask as motioning for him to follow me out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.
"I do." Frank replies; I smile, nodding and starting to prepare coffee for the both of us. I lean back against the counter as waiting for the coffee machine to finish its process.
"I-I-" He stutters, attracting my attention, fidgeting with the end of his sleeves as looking down, now about a foot away from me. "I'm sorry for not moving away and making you fall. I should pay more attention to the things, sorry." His voice is slightly trembling and his eyes don't meet mine one. "Sorry." He says a last time, hugging me before I can answer.
"No, no, no!" I say as taking him in my arms, "It was my fault, I should've stopped the skateboard or something! You're the only one hurt, after all. I'm pretty sorry, don't blame yourself!" I tighten my arms around him for a few seconds and pull away when hearing him humming. His expression is still worried, but I try to show him my nicest face in an attempt to help.
After a few moments in silence, he continues standing there. "You can sit down, y'know." I point at the stools next to the counter. His eyes move from me to the stool a couple of times in a slightly worried manner and he finally sits on it. "Do you live far from here?" I ask grabbing a couple of cups, the strong smell of the hot liquid quickly taking over the room as they're slowly filled.
"A bit, around ten minutes walking." Frank replies and denies sugar when I ask if he wants some on his drink, so I simply hand him the cup when taking my seat next to him.
"I would take you there if I had a car or something..." My fingers tap against the counter rhythmically, an action that helps me thinking. "But I can pay you an Uber." I smile, facing him and sipping on my coffee.
Frank, however, doesn't reply. There's something I can't identify on his eyes as they rest over me for a few seconds previously than moving to the counter and his eyebrows furrowing in doubt. "(Y/n)..." He says quietly and carefully, what gives me a impression he has somewhat apprehension of saying it, so he needs to be careful. "are you going to be my friend...?" His face slowly turns red and he shifts in discomfort.
I eye him with an evident confusion and surprise I couldn't control. It wasn't a predictable question. Gradually, I can feel my insides melting at his cute behavior while my expression simultaneously changes. This, yet, makes me wonder for a second. His question gives me the small impression of kinda need or other similar feeling I'm not able to put into words. Something like... he's so in need of friends that sympathizes with the first person that's friendly to him.
Moving my eyes to him and noticing his sad mood makes me come back to reality. Hell, I haven't answered him! "Yeah," I say quickly, "of course!" I affirm confidently. "I'm sure you're a nice person," I tilt my head, smiling. "and you're really cute. Not like that interferes in a friendship," I add, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "but you're pretty cute." I practically whisper, feeling my face turn slightly red once I notice what I said.
"Th-Thank you." He stutters, shyly looking at me from under his eyelashes and blinking a few times - my heart skips a beat at that.
"No problem..." I mutter, watching him avert his eyes from mine and his hand slowly approach mine, touching my fingers.
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