040 - gerard way (but ur dating)

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ your vampire boyfriend was a nightmare to live with. ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ like for example, when gerard was in his bat form, he would fly around town and bring back rotting vermin to the house. or occasionally he'd nibble on your limbs in your sleep, attempting to treat himself to some sweet, human blood. ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ well, it worsened now especially, since it was vampire mating season. he was often venting to you about how desperate he was to have a mate, and how desperate he was to fuck. it was possible to sometimes see him through your open bedroom door, snuggling a pillow out of neediness. but tonight, mating season must've really taken over gerard's hormones and mind. ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ as you were sat in the living room late at night, it was possible to hear rustling sounds from outside. at first, you thought it was a raccoon pawing through the trash outside, but really, upon investigation... you looked down the dark, narrow alley between your house and the neighbours', only to see a little black, fluffy bat, scavenging through your rubbish... with something in his mouth; one of your used, bloody tampons. ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ it was gerard, of course. his tiny fangs sinking into the soft but stained tampon, carrying it with all the might in his little bat form. he looked so guilty, his boba pearl like eyes staring at you like a deer in headlights. poor baby. ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖