more crybaby!reader x frank, ray nd gerard pretty plz wit a cherry ontop👀👀
crybaby!reader has to get a shot :( w/ lots of sweet, sweet fluff + comfort!
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gerard held your hand tightly as they finally got you through the clinic doors. you had cried the entire car ride there, big dramatic sobs, refusing to get out until frank bribed you with the promise of anything you wanted afterwards and ray gently reminded you that the cut on your arm was too deep to ignore.
“i don’t want the needle,” you wailed, fresh tears pouring down your face as the nurse prepared the injection. “please please please, i’ll be good, i don’t need it—”
gerard sat right beside you on the exam table, one arm wrapped securely around your shoulders while ray stood on your other side like a calm dad, big hand resting on your knee. frank leaned against the wall, trying to lighten the mood.
“c’mon sweetheart, it’s just a tiny little poke,” frank teased gently, reaching over to boop your nose. “you’ve taken worse from me and you still beg for more, remember?”
you shook your head violently, hiding your face in gerard’s chest, body trembling. “nooo- i’m scared, gee, please don’t let them do it—!”
gerard cupped the back of your head, voice low and steady, the perfect calm dom tone that always cut through your panic. “hey, look at me, baby. it’s going to be fast and then it’s over. you’re being so brave just by being here. what a good girl.”
ray rubbed your back in slow circles. “that’s right, kiddo. one quick shot and we’re done. i’m right here too.”
the nurse approached and you absolutely lost it; loud, hiccuping sobs, trying to pull your arm away. gerard held you tighter, murmuring against your ear, “shh, angel. m’so proud of you. just a little sting and then we will take care of everything. you can cry as much as you need.”
the needle went in and you screamed, tears streaming, body shaking hard, gerard’s hand rubbed your back gently, holding you still.
“there we go, tough girl,” frank said with a grin. “you did it. now you get all the ice cream in the world, princess.”
you kept crying even after the nurse left, burying yourself completely in gerard’s arms. he rocked you gently, pressing kisses to your wet cheeks. “my brave little girl. you did so good. it’s all over now.”
on the way home you were a complete mess, all overwhelmed, exhausted, and still sniffling. gerard pulled you into his lap in the backseat, letting you curl up against his chest. you cried yourself half-asleep, drooling a little on his shirt, hiccuping softly every few minutes while he stroked your hair and ray drove. frank kept reaching back to rub your leg, cracking quiet humour to soothe you.
“poor baby got destroyed by one little needle,” frank murmured fondly. “we’re definitely stopping for ice cream.”
they pulled into your favorite ice cream shop and carried you inside. you were still teary and clingy, but they settled you in a big booth with gerard on one side and frank on the other, ray across from you. gerard kept you half in his lap, one arm around your waist while frank wiped your runny nose and tear-streaked cheeks with a napkin.
“messy girl,” frank chuckled softly, voice full of affection as he cleaned you up. “all that drama for one shot and now you’re melting ice cream all over your face.”
ray smiled warmly, sliding a bowl of your favorite flavor in front of you. “eat up, kiddo. you earned it. you were really brave even when you were scared.”
gerard kissed the top of your head, feeding you a spoonful himself when your hands shook too much. “just a perfect little angel, huh? i’m so proud of you for going in there. you did exactly what i asked even though you were terrified. such a good girl.”
you sniffled, still crying quietly from the leftover adrenaline, but the sweetness of the ice cream and the way they all doted on you wiping your tears, feeding you bites, rubbing your back. frank teased you gently about how dramatic you were, ray kept giving you that steady dad energy, and gerard never stopped murmuring praise against your hair.
“there’s our sweet baby,” gerard whispered, thumb brushing another tear from your cheek. “all done with the scary part now.”
you leaned heavier into him, exhausted but safe, letting them baby you completely in the middle of the booth while you slowly ate your ice cream, still sniffling but feeling very, very loved.
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