❝ my chemical romance, panic! at the disco, fall out boy and twentyonepilots imagines. ❞
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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃:...
Request by @chemical_killer13: Yea, the reader comes home one day and gee Frank Mikey and Ray (the reader and gee live together) and there watching something on the laptop and the reader gos to the bedroom and works on there article (the reader is a journalist for AP magazine) then a little while later the readed hears the guys talking and they wore actually watching porn and the reader starts to cry and think that there not good enough for Gerard so they go into the bathroom and cut themselves then Gerard finds the reader in the bathroom and tells the reader that they guys made him watch it
I left out the self-harm bit of the request, but I hope you enjoy it. Also, requests are now closed. I want to focus on some of my own writing ideas for a while. x
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Love.
What exactly did 'love' mean?
To most people, it means companionship. Trust, selflessness, support, adoration.
It meant the same thing to you at one point too.
But that had changed.
Then, to you, 'love' meant heartache. Tears, suffering, self-doubt, annihilation.
Yeah, being cheated on my every single romantic partner one has ever had really takes its toll on how they perceive 'love'.
The last one was the hardest. You'd been together for 4 years, engaged for 2 of those 4. You were going to spend the rest of your lives together, completely in love.
Or so you thought.
Your fiancé seemed to have other plans.
The memory is still as clear in your mind as a perfect summer day. Now, given your history of cheating boyfriends, you'd walked in on numerous sexual encounters between them and random women, but none of them had crushed you as much as this one had.
Maybe it was to do with the fact that you were about to marry this person, become unified 'till death do you part.
Maybe it was the fact that the other woman was your therapist. The one you poured all the contents of your heart out too, including the insecurities and worthlessness you'd developed as a result of being constantly cheated on.
Or maybe it was both. These were two of the people you'd trusted most, and they both betrayed you.
Needless to say, what followed wasn't pretty. You were never a violent - or even confrontational - person, yet, seeing that scene play out in front of your very eyes, you snapped.
