#OTPtober 2022

[thewordworrier]

OTPtober 2022 - Tattoos

OTPtober Masterlist Word count: 4,233 words. ‘Warnings’: FOC, suggestiveness. AU: Confident!Gerard x Shyish!Shelly AU Notes: Not sure I hit the sweet as sugar thing about Shelly as well as I wanted but ehhhh.

In which he’s more Desolation Row Punk and she’s more sweet as sugar. In public anyway.

[They’re about 19 or so, so about college ish age, still a bit young but not adult enough really.] “Shelly?” The girl in question turned on her heel to see her mother standing in the living room doorway. “Yes, mama?” “Are you waiting to go and meet Gerard again?” Shelly smiled brightly. “I am! He’s picking me up, actually.” Ruby nodded. “And what are you two doing today?” “I don’t know,” Shelly smoothed down her clothes, noticing her hands shaking a little bit. When she looked up, her mother had crossed the room. “Well,” Ruby said, resting her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “As long as you’re safe, and he treats you right.” “Mama!” Shelly went bright red. Ruby red almost. “We haven’t been together that long.” “A couple of months now, right?” “I think so,” Shelly mumbled. “But still! Don’t be embarrassing!” The older woman chuckled. “Look, I know you like the boy, and you know I don’t mind him.” “Grandmama likes him too, doesn’t she?” Ruby nodded. “It’s just your grandpapa that’s not convinced.” Shelly just rolled her eyes. “He’s such -” “A stuffed shirt, I know.” The younger blonde sighed. “Exactly, so just…” Ruby paused and studied her daughter for a moment. “Just don’t give him a reason, okay?” “He hasn’t even met Gerard yet,” Shelly tucked her hair behind her ear. “I know sweetheart, and your grandma and I keep telling him that Gerard’s a sweet guy who’s nice to us, and who makes you happy.” She paused for a beat. “And more importantly, he’s treating you right.” “He’s not listening though, is he?” Shelly watched her mother shake her head. “God damn it.” “We’ll keep trying though honey, don’t worry.” Shelly was about to reply when her phone buzzed against the table it was on. She almost skipped over to check it, smiling more when she saw that it was from Gerard, letting her know that he was there. (He wouldn’t ring the doorbell after all, just in case her grandfather was home.) She grabbed her jacket from the back of the sofa and made sure that she had everything she’d need. “How do I look, mama?” Ruby gave her daughter the once over, to find that she was wearing typical clothes for when she went out with this boy; knee length skirt, a cute top. Today’s choices were a black skirt and a pink sweater. “Beautiful, as always honey. Are you going to be warm enough?” Shelly gestured to her jacket - her favourite denim number. “I’ll be fine. I’m sure Gee will have something if he thinks I might get cold.” “As long as he looks out for you,” Ruby followed her daughter to the front door. “He always does,” Shelly opened the door and stepped onto the front porch, smiling wider when she saw Gerard’s car just outside. “Text or call if you need anything, no matter what the time,” Ruby said, kissing her daughter’s cheek. “Be careful.” “Of course mama.” Ruby nodded, leaning against the doorframe as she watched the younger blonde almost bounce down the steps and down the small path to the car. She was pleased to see that as soon as Gerard had seen Shelly move away from the front door, he had gotten out of the car to greet her with a soft forehead kiss. This made Ruby smile and she waved at him when he looked up from Shelly and looked at her instead. He grinned boyishly at her wave before bowing to her and blowing her a kiss when he straightened up. Ruby shook her head, smiling and made a “shoo” motion with her hand. “Yes ma’am,” Gerard said, knowing that she’d hear it. “Be good!” Gerard saluted before going to open the passenger side door for Shelly, who giggled and thanked him. Before he got back into the driver’s side, he looked back over to the front door, to see Ruby still standing there. He caught her eye and just nodded to her; a silent promise that he’d take care of her daughter. He was very aware of the fact that he still didn’t have a full house on the approval scale yet, and he really didn’t want to lose what he already had. He smiled as Ruby waved again before he fastened his seatbelt, made sure that Shelly’s was fastened too and started the car. Ruby waited until the car was out of sight before she went back inside. Shelly sighed deeply and leant back in the seat, closing her eyes for a few minutes. Gerard concentrated on driving for a moment, also giving her a chance to start talking if she wanted to. When she didn’t, he cleared his throat softly, noticing her turn to face him out of the corner of his eye. “Are you okay?” “Mm hm,” she sighed again. “Just the usual really.” “Family?” He clarified, seeing her nod. “And by that I guess I just mean your grandfather.” “Yeah. I just…” She waved a hand. “He won’t give you a chance, despite what my mother and grandmother say. And I don’t understand why.” “Well, I kinda get it. He’s of a particular generation, and he’s very protective of his family. He’s just trying to protect you.” Shelly snorted slightly. “But! He doesn't even know you! He shouldn’t judge you by the way you look and by your rumoured reputation, especially when he has three people telling him that you’re not like that.” Gerard sighed. “The reputation isn’t totally false though, and you know that.” “I guess? But you’re not really like that any more, at least not when you’re with me.” Shelly glanced around as he drove. “Where are we going today anyway?” “I just have to pick up something, and then I figured maybe…” He paused to chew his lip as he concentrated on driving. “We’d go back to my place?” Shelly glanced at him. “Why do you sound so nervous about that? It’s not like I haven’t been there before. Hell, I’ve even met your family.” “Y- yeah, I know! And they love you.” He pulled up to a parking spot outside a store, shutting off the car and looking at her. “Do you want to come in, or wait here?” “Can I stay here?” Gerard nodded and leant across to kiss her cheek. She giggled and he smiled. “I won’t be long.” “Okay.” Shelly watched him get out of the car and head into the store, though she did note that he locked the car behind him. She appreciated that, as well as the fact that he left the radio on for her. She liked that. She didn’t always like the music that played but she liked the background noise, even if she spent the time on her phone. She was reading something when he returned and opened the door to the backseat, making her jump. “Sorry babe,” he smiled apologetically. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” “I… It’s okay, I was off in another world,” she watched him put a box and a bag on the backseat. “Did you get what you needed okay?” “Oh, yeah.” Gerard returned to the driver’s seat. “The box is an order and the bag is snacks, mostly. Figured maybe we could just chill out and watch some movies?” “I just like spending time with you.” “Yeah?” He brightened as she nodded. “Okay.” They drove together in a peaceful silence until Gerard pulled up outside his family home. Shelly unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when she noticed that he hadn’t moved. “Um, Gee? Are you okay?” “My family’s not in.” He blurted out. She blinked rapidly at him. “Okay, and?” Gerard glanced at her. “Well, I didn’t know if you’d really want to be left alone with me. Without my family in the house.” “Hmn.” He had glanced down at his lap when he’d finished talking and only looked up again when he heard the passenger side door open, to see Shelly getting out of his car and closing the door behind her. He watched her walk around the front of the car until she got to the driver’s side, where she opened the door for him. “Come on then.” He shook his head slowly before doing as he was told, grabbing the stuff from the back of his car before leading her into his home and to his room. Shelly put her jacket and shoes in the corner and on a hook respectively before crossing the room to hug him from behind. She must’ve done it with a little more force than either of them were used to because she knocked him forwards and they both toppled onto his bed. Gerard found himself on his stomach and almost pinned under her. That… Was not an awful feeling, he thought, twisting a little bit to get himself onto his back, looking up at the girl now straddling his waist, her cheeks almost as pink as her sweater. He grinned up at her before allowing his eyes to travel over her body and her clothes. “Damn babe,” he smiled lazily and placed his hands on her legs, his fingertips playing with the hem of her skirt. “Another little skirt? You spoil me.” Shelly went even pinker but she tugged at his jacket. “C’mon, off with this.” He raised an eyebrow but managed to sit up enough, without dislodging her, to pull the leather garment off. He dropped it on the floor and looked back at her. “Anything else?” “Well,” she said, her voice quiet. “Now you come to mention it…” Gerard laughed as she tugged on his top layer but that soon joined the jacket on the floor, leaving him in one, very worn in and faded band shirt. She seemed to approve of this because she leant down to kiss him, only to grumble when he stopped her. “What?” “I think,” he said, running his hands up her legs until he felt her sweater under his fingers. “Maybe you should lose this too?” His response was her raising her eyebrows and tilting her head, studying him for a moment. He gave her the most innocent expression he could muster and it worked because her face cracked into a smile as she rolled her eyes. “Pretty please babe?” Shelly sighed, pretending to be annoyed before grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it off over her head, doing that wiggly, criss-crossed arms thing that girls did - much to Gerard’s utter delight because it was hot. And it was even better if the girl who was stripping was straddling you, or sitting in your lap. It felt good and looked good. Especially when her undershirt got caught and pulled up a little as she took her sweater off. Unfortunately it never completely came off with her sweater; her undershirt normally got caught up under her boobs, but really, that would do for him. “Better?” She asked, managing to put her sweater on the corner of his bed without moving off of him too much. Gerard grinned widely up at her before tugging the hem of her tank top down to cover her stomach. “Absolutely.” Shelly rolled her eyes before leaning down to kiss him. She kissed him pretty hard, which took him by surprise for a moment. And she knew that too, because he felt her laugh against his mouth. Feisty little madam, he thought, grabbing her waist and holding her tightly against him, trying not to melt into his mattress as she started kissing along his jaw. “Shell?” “Mm hm?” “What are you up to?” He wrapped an arm around her waist and danced his other hand up her back. She kissed near his ear before grazing her teeth against his earlobe. “Nothing.” “Certainly doesn’t feel like nothing,” he mumbled. “Are you complaining?” She hooked her finger into the neckline of the t-shirt he was still wearing before tugging it down enough so she could get to where his neck met his shoulder. “N- no!” Gerard swallowed down a groan as she started to nip and suck at a particularly sensitive spot. “No, never.” “Good,” she ran her tongue up his throat before kissing his lips again, just once. “Because then I’d have to stop.” “God,” he grabbed at her to hold her tighter. “Don’t you dare.” Shelly laughed and then squealed as he wrapped himself around her so he could roll her over onto her back, pinning her underneath him on his bed. He looked down at her and couldn’t help but smile at her as she blinked up at him, breathlessly. Christ, he thought. She looks good like that. So good. It immediately turned his thoughts dirty, turned them blue even, but… Look at her, looking up at him with those beautiful blue eyes and a pretty shade of pink dusting her cheeks. Whenever she looked at him like that, with that blush on her face, he liked to pretend that she was thinking in the same shade he was. “I forget how strong you are,” she murmured before nibbling her lip. “You look like you wanna add something,” Gerard adjusted his position so he had one knee between her thighs, straddling her leg a little. “Go on.” Shelly looked away from his face, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip a little harder, and when she spoke she sounded shy. “Um… Oh, god, this is a bit embarrassing…” He hummed and started kissing her neck so he wasn’t just watching her, which he also knew made her nervous. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna tease you.” She swallowed (which he felt) and wriggled underneath him, enjoying the way he was pinning her down - not forcefully enough that she couldn’t move, but enough so she could feel his weight. “I like the fact that you can pick me up that easily, I like the fact that you’re kinda strong.” “Why?” Gerard kissed up her jaw to her ear, like she had done to him. Shelly paused, shifted a little and kissed whatever she could reach; she got his cheek at first and smiled when he turned to kiss her mouth in response. She hummed against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him against her. He wasn’t going to refuse her; he knew that she enjoyed the closeness too. “Because,” she whispered when she pulled away from him; but she only moved away from his lips by mere inches. “Thinking about you being strong…” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s a bit of a turn on,” she confessed, her cheeks going a more obvious shade of pink. “It makes me think that you could quite easily manhandle me and throw me around a bit. Maybe support my weight with little effort.” Oh so not only did she think in the same colour he did - but she thought in the same shade. “Damn,” he almost growled. “Yeah, I could do that. We could try that.” She giggled under him and tugged at the neckline of his t-shirt. He moved lower to kiss her again, but that apparently wasn’t what she wanted, as she shuffled down the bed some more so she could kiss his throat again. “Oh… What are you after, little lady?” Shelly hummed as she kissed his throat and spoke while barely moving her lips away from his skin. “More.” Gerard felt the word more than he heard it. “More? More what?” “Skin.” She dragged her teeth against his throat, purely because she knew he liked it. “Give me more skin.” She sucked the sensitive flesh hard for a moment, just enough to give him a taste of what he could get. (Although he was aware so maybe it was more of a reminder). “Now.” A soft whimper fell out of Gerard’s mouth and he quickly (but carefully) removed himself from her, sitting back on his heels. He went to grab his t-shirt to pull it off, but caught sight of her propping herself up on her elbows to watch him. He locked eyes with her and raised an eyebrow, earning a smile in response. He couldn't help it, that made him grin and he shook his head. “You want me to take this off, huh?” Shelly nodded, her eyes not leaving his. “Mm hm. Can’t mark you up if I can’t get to you.” Gerard exhaled slowly, liking her words before he shook his head gently and pulled his t-shirt off. Slowly. He didn’t exactly turn it into a stripshow, but he did take his time, knowing that she was watching him expose his skin bit by bit. Once he’d pulled the garment over his head, he dropped it beside him and ran his hand through his hair as he looked down at her. He immediately wasn’t sure if he should’ve done that - she was looking at him like she wanted to eat him. “God,” he mumbled. “I love it when you look at me like that.” Shelly pushed herself up properly, supported herself on one hand and put the other hand on the back of his neck, pulling him back down to her level so she could kiss him hard. When he complied and leant over her enough for her liking, she manoeuvred herself onto her back again, taking him with her and humming happily into their kiss when she felt his weight on her. As an extra reward, she hooked her leg around his hip, pulling him even closer to her. Gerard felt her pull him closer - how could he not - and groaned softly into her mouth, getting louder when he felt her wind her arms around his neck to slide her fingers into his hair. Oh, he really did like that. So much so that when she pulled away and her hands moved to his shoulders, he whined. Shelly grinned at this noise and started gently running her hands over his skin. “Look at you.” He shook his head a little bit, focusing on keeping himself from falling on her. “Yeah, I’m gonna,” she cooed. “Look at my scary punk boyfriend. Anyone would think that you’d be covered in tattoos and piercings and scars.” “One out of three ain’t bad I guess?” He tried to duck down to kiss her again but she shook her head at him a bit, making him pout. “Oh, babe why?” “On your back, right now.” Gerard didn’t need to be told twice - he untangled himself from her and settled on his back next to her. He must’ve done it right and/or fast enough because she petted the top of his head, letting her hand drop to cup his cheek. “Good boy.” He whimpered again, nuzzling into her palm until she gently took her hand away. “My scary punk boyfriend who turns into a soft sweetie when I play with his hair,” Shelly moved to purposely straddle his waist (in her skirt! She was gonna kill him.) “Not covered in piercings, not covered in tattoos, and not even really covered in scars.” Gerard watched her fingers trace along one he had on his chest. It felt nice, actually; she was always so gentle with him. “Just one or two scars,” she continued softly. “That he only has because of his own actions.” “That's true,” he admitted. “Though I have been trying to be better. You bring that out in me.” “Oh, darling…” Shelly leant down and kissed him softly, almost innocently. “I think you’re doing good.” Gerard almost preened under the praise, his cheeks going pink. Shelly smiled and hummed, trailing her fingers over his bare skin, her eyes dropping to follow her fingers. He watched her for a few minutes, softly sucking in a breath when the tips of her nails skated incredibly close to his nipple. “What are you thinking, beautiful?” He asked after another few minutes - mostly because he’d gotten distracted, focused on the fact that she was straddling his hips. In one of her pretty little skirts. “Why don’t you have any tattoos? Or piercings?” She asked curiously, still running her fingers over his skin. Gerard sighed. “Promise you won’t laugh?” Shelly looked up at his face instead of looking at her hands. Her voice was soft and gentle. “Of course I won’t laugh at you.” With a gentle push, Gerard managed to sit up a tiny bit. He felt her shift on his waist and the feeling was… He needed to not think about it too hard or she’d be feeling hard things as well. He took her hands and kissed the back of them. “The thing is,” he confessed quietly as he let her hands go. He felt her hands go back to his shoulders. Or at least, one did, the other started playing with his hair again. He focused on anything other than her face - he didn’t want to see her expression, just yet. “Mmm?” She prompted gently. “God, this is so lame,” he muttered before swallowing. ”I… I’m a little afraid of needles.” “Oh…” Shelly gently lifted his chin. “Sweetheart, that’s okay. It’s not lame.” All the tension and maybe worry fell out of, off of, Gerard’s face and his whole posture relaxed. “You don’t think so?” She shook her head. “We’ve all got things that we’re scared of. Though I’m more scared of, not so physical things, like being alone or heights or something, you know?” Gerard nodded, tilting his head as she ran her fingers through his hair. “That makes sense.” “If you could, though,” she said. “What would you have?” “Tattoo wise?” Gerard shifted so he had some pillows behind him, resting his hands on her legs, her thighs. He noticed that she’d watched him when he’d grabbed for his pillows, and then watched him when he put his hands on her. He didn’t feel her tense up or anything though, so that was good. “Mm. Or piercings. What would you have if you could?” Gerard took some time to think about it, looking up at her every so often as he did. “Not sure really, I might need some time to think about it.” “Okay.” “What about you? Would you get anything?” She smiled at him, almost like she’d been waiting for this question. “I’d love a tattoo or two. I’m not sure what I’d get, but I think I know where I’d get it.” Gerard raised an eyebrow. And then both as she lifted her top until he saw a glimpse of the band of her bra; he could almost see the underneath of the cups. “Here,” she gestured a curve under her breast a little - a few inches below it. “Of course, the design would have to work on a curve so it would move with the shape of my body, but I think I would like something there.” “Mm,” he hummed a bit, obviously distracted. She giggled, dropped her top and put her fingers back in his hair. “Maybe something on my ankle would work too. Or the top of my thigh.” “All good areas,” Gerard nodded, shifting up so she was more in his lap than straddling him while he was lying down. She didn’t seem to mind this as she readjusted her position to be more comfortable. “I’ve thought about piercings too,” Shelly was practically grinning now. “Oh?” “Mm hm!” Her free hand slipped from his shoulder to rub her thumb over his nipple. “Here, specifically. On me, obviously.” “Jesus,” Gerard buried his face in the crook of her neck and groaned against her skin; both at the image of her with nipple piercings, and at her touch. “God, that’s hot. But I also don’t know how I feel about that. Don’t know if I want someone else to see you like that.” Shelly giggled and buried her nose in his hair. “I probably won’t, I don’t know if I want that either. But it’s an idea I do think about.” “I’m gonna think about that now too.” “I know,” she kissed the top of his head and felt him nuzzle into her neck. “I figured you would.” Gerard pretended to grumble against her skin, but kept pressing little kisses to her throat instead. Shelly tried not to wriggle too much in his lap as he kissed and licked her neck, up to behind her ear. She must’ve made some kinda noise though, because he pulled away from her neck and kissed her lips instead, his hands resting on her hips at first, but they ended up winding around her waist as they kissed. “Actually…” He murmured close to her lips. “Regarding the tattoo thing…” “Mm hm?” ”I know one thing I would definitely get,” he said with a slight grin. She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head. “Oh?” “Your lipstick print, somewhere on my body,” his grin got wider when he noticed how pink she was going - she must be thinking of places he could get it. “Not sure where yet I’d get it but it’d definitely be a mark of ownership.” “Hmm,” Shelly hummed and it almost sounded like a purr. “I think I could get behind that…” Gerard leant up and kissed her jaw. “Good.” “So instead of that,” Shelly tilted her head to give him better access. “How about I just mark you up in my own way?” “God, yes please.”

#She Speaks #She Writes #my fan fic #Gerard Way x OC #OTPtober 2022 #OTPtober

[prompt-lists]

OTPtober 2022

ice-cream

unexpected kiss

make a wish

falling asleep

mystery gift

party night

fair game

try again

in the dark

holding hands

prove it

oblivious

dance with me

promise

think of me

teamwork

in sickness and in health

message

joke

fireside

special day

it’s not a game

shirking responsibility

unexpected homecoming

breakfast

eternity

transparent

spa day

take me home

unconditional support

FREE DAY

#otptober #2022

[pleasantspark]

it’s his cycle by Brxkxn_Fxxth for Blightcon (@blightcon & @xgive-it-a-whirlx)

Fandoms: The Transformers (IDW Generation One)  

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Other

Tags:

Whirl (Transformers)/Rose (Self-Insert)

Whirl (Transformers)

Rose (Self-Insert)

Whirl Being Whirl

Mating Cycles/In Heat

Heat Cycles (Transformers)

Valves (Transformers)

Valve Plugs (Transformers)

based off a roleplay

Semi-Canonical Character

Interface in the comforts of his habsuite

Using my own Kinktober 2022 prompt list

otp

OTP Feels

OTPtober

Transformers Kinktober 2022

Brxkxn_Fxxth Kinktober 2022

Kinktober 2022

Kinktober

Prompt: Heat Cycles/In Heat

Summary:

whirl always dreads his heat cycles, and when they arrive he always locks himself in his habsuite to take care of it himself. but whirl is visited by the liaison rose, and he is unsure how much longer he can control his urges before he snaps. kinktober day six: heat

Series

Part 6 of Kinktober 2022 

Part 7 of Self Insert Stuff 

Part 7 of Transformers 

Part 5 of Transformers MTMTE 

Part 2 of Tumblr Roleplays Turned Fanfictions 

Part 3 of Roleplays Turned Fanfictions

Whirl didn't wait for a response, instead, he opened his panel and his spike depressurized fairly quickly this was to be expected after all, since he was being a needy bastard at the moment. 

"Alright, do you know what this is?" Whirl asked. 

"Yes, it's a spike, Mr. Ratchet told me about the cyberbirds and cyberbees." Rose responded. 

'Good, at least she knows what a spike is, nice to know I'm not dealing with a Tailgate 2.0.,' Whirl thought to himself  'Although she refers to Ratchet as Mr. Ratchet like a kid, gross.' Whirl adds, and he waits for Rose to do something. 

"Well, are ya going to stand there, or are ya gonna fuck me until I pass out?" Whirl asked, impatient as ever. 

Rose looked back up. "U-Um... Um... What do I do? Ratchet told me a lot about it, so I am quite familiar. But... I need assistance." Rose admits. Whirl let out a groan at this. 

He has to take control or his heat will never be satisfied. So with a pained grunt, he gets up. "W-Whirl what are you do-" Rose starts.

"Get on the berth." 

"What?" 

"Are ya deaf? I said get on the berth."

"O-Okay." Rose got on the berth and opened her panel so she wouldn't make Whirl mad. 

"Spread your legs." 

Rose spreads her legs and she saw Whirl opened his panel and his spike came out. He slowly places his spike in her valve shuddering with pleasure as his fans act up. 

He retracts his spike and rubbed it a bit, some overload coming out, pre-transfluid exited his spike. He mumbled and shoved his spike in once more. He shuddered and started to thrust in and out of Rose. Picking up pace. 

His processor was becoming fuzzy as he was becoming light headed, his fans were trying their damn near best to keep up with him. He really needs to give them a raise. 

Rose on the other servo was quite intrigued in this feeling, she felt like she was special like she can do anything.

Whirl continued to pound into her, grabbing her arms and bounding them with his claws, he was desperately humping inside of Rose trying to get the burning feeling to disappear completely, he hated being unsatisfied.  

But seeing as this was a new thing for him to engage in, he finally could relieve this aching feeling, although it being with the Liasion, little mx. perfect who could do no wrong. 

But no worries, what's a little manipulation anyways? 

#transformers #transformers idw #transformers mtmte #mtmte #idw mtmte #maccadam #mtmte whirl #tf whirl #whirl #I was aware I was supposed to post this yesterday but I was struggling #kinktober day six #kinktober #kinktober: heat #. 🎃 ; kinktober 2022 #. 💞 ; txt #. 💕 ; fanfiction.jpg

[thewordworrier]

OTPtober 2022 - Flowers

OTPtober Masterlist Word count: 3,183 words. ‘Warnings’: FOC, vague fantasy setting, mention of death but no details or anything. AU: Magic AU Notes: ~ I’ve seen in a number of fanfics some kinda collective headcanon that Gerard’s grandmother was good with roses, so I’m kinda gonna steal that. ~ I was also heavily inspired by Musing Mira’s Havenmoor series on YouTube. I’m a big fan of her and eagerly await each new video.

Gerard’s sent on a trip to find “the witch in the woods” to see if she can help him with a family request.

Gerard huffed a little as the small, winding path that he’d been following through lots of different types of trees opened out into… A clearing of sorts? Plenty of trees, plenty of flowers, a fountain - it actually looked like a garden. And there, nestled sort of in the middle, was a cute little cottage. He sighed in relief and quickened his pace until he got to the front door. Before he knocked, he had a little look around, being mindful not to stray from the path. There was a wooden bench near the front door, against the outer walls of the cottage, a little table in front of it with a book resting on the surface. He was about to try and get closer to see what the book was when he remembered something his grandmother used to say. “Look with your eyes, not your hands, Gerard.” One of the windows on the front of the cottage was open and he could hear music coming from inside. That… Seemed like a good sign. Hopefully it meant that the person he was looking for was in. He took a moment to adjust the bag on his shoulders before raising his fist and knocking on the door. The music from inside stopped and a few more moments passed. Gerard shuffled from one foot to the other, nibbling his lip nervously as he waited. He was so focused on his shoes that he didn’t see someone watching him from the open window. Not for long though, because not long later the door in front of him opened, just a crack. “And who are you?” Gerard jumped, startled, and looked up to see roughly half a face watching him from the gap between the open door and the doorframe. The voice sounded… Delicate and feminine. And the parts of the face he could see appeared that way too. “Um,” he said dumbly after a moment. “I’m Gerard. I’ve been looking for the witch in the woods?” The eye he could see in the crack of the door narrowed and he guessed that she was frowning. “Well, does this look like the woods to you?” “I… I did have to make my way through a lot of trees to get here,” he reasoned. “Maybe it used to be more wood like in the past?” This seemed to amuse her because he heard a soft chuckle. “Hm, that’s a fair point. I suppose I can’t ask you if I look like a witch, considering the fact that you can hardly see me.” Gerard just shook his head a little bit. “That is very true.” The door opened just a few inches wider, but there was obviously a chain on the door. “What did you say your name was again?” “Gerard,” he said, holding onto one of the shoulder straps of his backpack. The woman on the other side of the door tried it out a few times as she looked him over. “Hmmm…” It was his turn to frown. “What do you mean?” “Why are you looking for ‘the witch in the woods’ anyway?” She tilted her head as she kept looking at him, studying him almost. “Um, I guess I’m on a quest of sorts,” he said, not really sure how to explain it all in a short manner. “Who sent you?” “No-one, really. Not officially. It’s more of a…” He paused. “Maybe more of a family thing.” “Hm!” Her tone sounded a little more upbeat. “Okay, I’m a little curious now. Hang on.” He blinked rapidly as the door closed and he heard a chain rustling a bit, so he assumed that she was unhooking the safety lock. Or at least, he presumed that’s what it was. After another minute, the door opened, much wider this time, and the woman stepped more into the light. Gerard blinked rapidly, a little stunned. She looked so young, she was so pretty - a little shorter than him, with her blonde hair braided. There was a flower in her hair, he noticed, even though he didn’t know what it was exactly. She was dressed simply; in a typical, mostly off the shoulder dress; ruched around the chest, gathered at the waist with an almost corset bodice; made of what to be simple fabric. Kind of… Common? But not typical of a witch. If that was what she was. “No,” he said quietly. She tilted her head. “No, what?” “You don’t look like a witch.” This took her by surprise because she just stared at him for a moment before she burst into giggles. It was a pretty sound, actually. And he swore that the colours on the flower in her hair got brighter. “Oh, ok okay,” she said with a smile. “Okay. Right then, Gerard. Take a seat on the bench under the window.” He nodded and did as he was told, settling on the bench carefully. After a few seconds, he wriggled to take his bag off, and put it by his feet with a soft sigh. “Big sigh from someone so young,” the woman said, padding over to join him, but perching on the low wooden table in front of the bench, crossing one leg over the other before resting her chin on her hand, her elbow on her knee. Gerard noticed that her shoes resembled slippers more than anything - she might as well not be wearing any. He blinked rapidly and glanced up at her. “Someone so young?” She smiled at him. “Well, most people believe witches are pretty much immortal.” Gerard tilted his head. “Are you a witch? The one I’m looking for?” “Depends,” she said. “Why exactly are you looking for her?” They ended up staring at each other for a few minutes before Gerard cleared his throat and shook his head. “Why would I waste our time if you’re not who I’m looking for?” He asked, genuinely curious. “Because I might have information for you if I’m not who you seek.” “Like your name?” Gerard asked, feeling oddly brave for a moment. “Aha,” she smiled. “Bold of you.” “You know mine though,” he said, shifting on the bench a little and glancing down at his backpack. “That is true, but how do you know that I’m not a Fairy? Because you should never give your name to those.” “Um… Because I don’t think Fairies are considered witches? And you really do seem like the one I’m looking for… Um…” “You can call me Shelly,” she said after thinking about it for a moment. “That puts us on even footing now.” Gerard smiled gently, gratefully, at her. “So,” she recrossed her legs, sitting up straighter with her hands in her lap. “Why are you looking for the witch in the woods?” “Um…” Gerard paused and nibbled his lip, trying to figure out how to word it. Shelly watched him. He was nervous - anyone could see that. Not only was he nibbling his bottom lip, he was almost picking at his nails - if he wasn’t fussing with those, he was fiddling with the hems of his clothes. “Take your time,” she said quietly. “Especially if it’s hard, as I feel like it might be.” Gerard swallowed and nodded a little. She was right, it was kinda hard. He distanced himself by looking around the garden for a bit, aware that she was still watching him. “It’s really pretty here…” “Thank you,” she spoke much more softly now; she sounded touched, actually. Gerard’s voice sounded a little… Strained when he spoke again. “My grandmother would’ve loved to see this place.” He swallowed. “She uh, she loved gardening. Could nurse any plant back to life. We used to say that she was magic, but… I’m not sure if she actually was.” “It’s possible,” Shelly said, keeping her voice soft and kind, because this was clearly a sensitive topic for him. Maybe a little raw even. “Plants are finicky things.” This made him smile a little. “She used to say something similar. I think she said… Plants are temperamental things, but if you look after them right, you will definitely be rewarded.” He was so busy looking at his hands that he didn’t see the little frown appear on the blonde’s face. She, however, noticed that he kept looking towards his backpack. “What’ve you got in there? It must be something special, because you’re being incredibly… Aware of where your bag is.” Shelly held his gaze a little when he looked up from his lap and locked eyes with her. “Is there something in there that relates to this… Family thing? Whatever it is that you sought me out for?” Gerard picked up on that last bit. “So you are the witch in the woods.” Shelly gently shook her head. “What is it you need my help with?” His eyes widened for a few moments before he cleared his throat and picked up his backpack. He gently put it on the bench next to him before opening it and carefully rummaging around. He looked up to see her watching him, her head tilted in curiosity. Shelly smiled softly at him, encouragingly, and she was pretty certain that he let out a quiet squeak, and that absolutely delighted her. She giggled as his cheeks went a faint shade of pink and she watched him go back to carefully pulling something out of his bag. “Um,” he brushed non-existent dust or whatever off of the delicate looking box, clearly hesitant to hand it over to her. “I suppose this might help but I…” “It’s precious to you,” she nodded. “I get that.” Gerard heard the rustle of the fabric of her dress and looked up to see her leaning forward. She gently, carefully, slowly put both of her hands over his; so she was kinda holding the box but not directly. Her hands were very soft, that much he noticed. And warm. She was so warm. “It’s okay Gerard,” she said quietly. “You don’t have to hand it over until you’re ready. Maybe you can try telling me what’s going on?” “I…” He swallowed and focused on her hands. Her nails were painted a pale pink with white daisy-like flowers on them. “Your nails are pretty.” “Thank you.” He smiled weakly, and despite the fact that he swallowed again, his voice still cracked when he spoke. “My grandmother died.” “Oh sweetheart,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.” “And her entire garden died with her,” he croaked. “Except… This one rosebush.” “Do you have a cutting in that box?” Shelly asked, watching him nod. “And you were looking for the witch in the woods because you think she might be able to answer some questions you have?” Gerard nodded again. “Y- yes, that. Like, um… We don’t know why everything died with her, everything except this,” he tapped the box gently. “And, she died really unexpectedly, I guess we were hoping that she… You? Might have some answers for us, or maybe some information that might be able to lead me to someone who does have answers if you don’t.” “Okay,” she said quietly. “Okay.” Gerard felt her remove her hands from over his and he watched as she moved to her feet. She smoothed down her dress and gestured for him to follow her. “I can take the box so you can grab your bag,” she said. “I promise I’ll be careful.” He hesitated, chewing his bottom lip for a minute before he nodded once and offered the box to her. True to her word, she took it from him and she practically cradled the box in the crook of her arm. “Thank you Gerard. Do you want to follow me?” Gerard grabbed his bag and made sure it was fastened properly before following her inside her cottage. He closed the door behind him, he wasn’t a monster, and followed her through to the back garden. This garden was just as beautiful as the one out the front - it was just smaller. He followed her to a greenhouse not too far from the back door. She gestured for him to follow her inside. “You might want to leave your bag just outside though,” she said. He did as he was told and slid the glass door closed behind him but he remained near the door while she made her way to a workbench. “Can I ask a question?” “Of course you can,” she gently put the box on the workbench and tucked some loose hair behind her ear. “Why are we in here?” Shelly turned to him, and when she noticed him still standing by the door, gestured to a nearby stool. “Take a seat, please.” He hesitated. “It’s safe, I promise. In fact, I think that you being nearby might help. Familiar energy or something like that.” This seemed to make sense to him so he carefully settled himself on the stool close to her workbench. He was close enough to see what she was doing. “This better?” She nodded and leant her hip against the workbench. “Much better. Now, your question. Why are we in a greenhouse?” Gerard nipped his lip. “Although, now you repeat the question back at me, it seems stupid…” “Oh, honey no,” she shook her head. “This isn’t a normal greenhouse, it’s got magical properties, as you’d imagine when the owner is a witch.” She grinned a little bit. “But anyway… We’re in here because, as you’d imagine, the atmosphere is very, very controlled, and the magic enhances that. I want to make sure that this cutting is well taken care of.” “I hope it’s survived the journey,” Gerard whispered. “I’ve tried to be really careful with it, but we also thought that because the bush didn’t die like the rest of the garden, it might be made of stronger stuff.” “That’s a sensible assumption,” Shelly nodded. “Are you okay if I go ahead and open the box?” “I…” He swallowed again before nodding once. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so. You do what you need to do.” Shelly took a step forward and gently cupped his cheek, smiling when he looked up at her face. Her hand slipped to his shoulder and she gently squeezed it. “Thank you.” He nodded once, wondering if he was feeling warm because it was warm in the greenhouse, or because he was blushing. “Okay,” she said quietly, unscrewing a small pot from on top of the workbench and rubbing whatever was in it over her hands. Gerard was certain that her hands almost glowed - like there was an outline over them; like an invisible pair of gloves. “Alright little one,” she said quietly, to the box and not him. “Let’s see what we have in here…” Almost tenderly, she carefully opened the box, setting it aside before focusing her attention on the plant nestled inside. “Oh my heavens…” Her voice was a combination of a gasp and a whisper. “Hm?” Gerard frowned as he looked at her. “What is it?” She didn’t answer him, instead she gently picked the carefully packaged rose out of the box. He watched in absolute amazement as, after a delicate hand movement, the rose was floating above her palm, like it was in an invisible vase; it was standing upright. Much to his relief, it looked exactly the same as it did before it had been carefully pruned off of the rose bush - it didn’t look like it was wilting or dying. He watched, opened mouthed, as the rose glowed as it floated above her hand, spinning on the spot very slowly as the colours of the petals intensified. “I know one woman who’s roses grew in this colour,” Shelly said before carefully plucking the flower out of the air and giving it a gentle sniff. “I… What?” “Every nature witch has a floral specialty,” Shelly explained, her eyes still focused on the flower she was holding oh so very gently. “Well, maybe plant specialty would be more accurate.” “I guess my grandmother’s was roses?” Gerard asked. “Mm hm. Roses in general and this particular colour,” a small smile graced her features as she carefully put the rose back in the box, but she left the lid off and started hunting for something. “So, nature witches have a speciality and a signature?” Shelly nodded as she pulled a small vase out of a cupboard. She put it on the bench before she retrieved a small jug. She noticed Gerard watching her and she smiled before turning the jug upside down, showing him that it was empty. She retrieved another small pot, sprinkled some of the “dust” from it into the bottom of the vase and then poured from the empty jug. Which was now no longer empty. She giggled at his wide eyed look and watched the water mix with the particles she’d added to the vase, making the water sparkle more than it did naturally when the sunlight hit it. “You not used to seeing magic, darling?” She asked, smiling a little brighter when he shook his head. “Might have to change that. It’s a wonderful thing you know.” “I… I know,” he said, watching her place the rose in the glittering water. Shelly watched the rose almost ‘perk up’ for a moment before she spoke. “You’re one of Elena’s boys, aren't you?” Gerard blinked rapidly before nodding. He realised that she wasn’t watching him so found his voice. “Y- yeah. That’s… That was my grandmother’s name, yeah.” “I’m so sorry sweetheart,” the blonde witch’s posture slumped a little as she sighed, still focusing on the rose. “Thanks,” he whispered. “I don’t believe that she died naturally,” Shelly continued with a shake of her head, pulling the box closer to take a look at the few leaves and the little branch cutting still in it. There was a bud or two connected to the branch and they made the blonde smile, only fleetingly. “No, I don’t think it was natural at all.” “T- that’s what we thought, really,” Gerard confessed. “Because there was nothing wrong with her, there was no warning or anything, and even someone we know who dabbles in medicine couldn’t find any answers.” Shelly just nodded, gently running her fingertips over the larger of the two buds from the box. Gerard watched the rosebud tremble slightly before the colours glowed almost neon shades for a second - if he hadn’t been watching anything other than her fingers he would’ve missed it entirely. The witch took some of the dust she’d put in the water and tapped it on the end of the stem where the bud had been cut before laying it gently on the workbench and pulling a small dish out of the cupboard. Water went into that before she carefully laid the rosebud in it. “I’ll be able to perform some tests on that in a little while,” she explained, seeing the look of interest and confusion on his face. He nodded, cleared his throat to speak normally. “Did you… Know my grandmother then?” “Honey, she taught me everything I know.”

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OTPtober 2022 - Candlelight

OTPtober Masterlist Word count: 2,235 words. ‘Warnings’: FOC, but that’s it really? AU: It’s a Danger Days AU! Notes: Yes, there’s a backstory behind this - how we get to this point so to speak. No, the backstory isn’t here. Yes, I plan on posting it at some point. Hold ya horses :P

Oh and Killer Lux is Robin’s girl. (Of course.) And you can find her adventures under the OC section here.

A power cut at The Diner may or may not start to shine some light on a situation between Siren and Party Poison.

[Set after Shelly’s transformation - from a City girl to a Killjoy called Siren.] It was late in the afternoon, maybe closer to the evening. Kobra and Lux were off having some alone time. They said that they were going on patrol, but everyone knew better. Jet and Ghoul were actually on patrol - safety in pairs after all. Party had been left to watch over the “fresh meat” as Ghoul had called her (as he was eyeing Siren up with a not at all subtle look on his face). She hadn’t taken offence to this at all, in fact she had rolled her eyes playfully and blew him a kiss before turning on her heel to go to one of the back rooms. “Maybe you should stay Ghoul,” Party muttered. “The alone time might do you two some good.” Ghoul snorted. “And have either her or Miss Lux eat me alive? I don’t think so.” “I don’t know,” Party shrugged and turned the page in the magazine he was reading. “Figured you might be into that.” The shorter man shook his head. “Just be good while we’re all gone. Don’t antagonise her, because Lux will find out.” The two men shared a look - the other woman, Killer Lux, had taken a shine to Siren and had already threatened Party at least once, maybe twice, with her “I’m watching you!” look. Ghoul had also been offered to be separated from his kneecaps if he wasn’t careful with the new girl. Ghoul couldn’t help but feel like the threats were unfair, considering the fact that Party had technically made her cry at least once already (even if she said that it wasn’t his fault and that he’d been good to her during it) but… He was not going to argue with Killer Lux. Jet stuck his head around the door of the diner. “C’mon dude, let’s make tracks.” Ghoul patted Party’s shoulder and hurried after the much taller Killjoy. The red-head shook his head as the door closed behind them, pushed the magazine aside and leant back in the booth with a sigh. It wasn’t that he had anything against the new girl, but… He wasn’t a babysitter. On the other hand… It was his fault she was here. He wasn’t sure if he was ever going to stop beating himself up about that. Speaking of the girl… He groaned a little as he pushed himself out of the booth and stretched before heading to the back rooms to see what she was up to. He found her in the main bedroom, tidying and adjusting things. He leant against the doorframe to watch her, until he was noticed or until he got bored, whichever came first. She was humming a little to herself, tidying the spaces between the cots. Not that she needed to do that, but he guessed that she was feeling a little useless again. Or maybe restless. He didn’t realise that he’d zoned out until he heard her make a noise of surprise, which made him refocus his attention on her. “Why are you creeping up on me again?” He frowned. “I’m not. I’ve been here for a few minutes.” Siren frowned right back. “Because that’s not weird. Why didn’t you announce your gracious presence?” Party found himself snorting. “You might’ve heard me had you not been so lost in your head.” Siren rolled her eyes and shook her head. “It’s a nicer place to be sometimes.” “I don’t think you really mean that,” he moved out of the way as she approached him, only to have her leave the room and head to the next one - a single room they’d made up just in case someone needed a solo room. (Siren had been the one in mind when they’d been sorting it out really - in case she got overwhelmed and needed the space. Or in case someone got injured and needed the uninterrupted rest time.) “I do mean that,” she said, side stepping a box that needed putting away. The room was a combination of storage room for some of the surplus stuff they gathered and now a bedroom. Party leant in this doorway too, the door propped open behind him. He couldn’t help but smile a little when she looked up, noticed him leaning again and audibly sighed. “If you’ve got time to lean,” she grumbled. “You’ve time to help me out.” “Oh?” “Come and help me shift some of these boxes around.” Party raised an eyebrow at her and it took a minute or two before she noticed that he wasn’t moving, looking up at him while attempting to move a box. When she saw the look on his face, she rolled her eyes before smiling sweetly. “Pretty please?” “That’s better,” Party nodded and went to help her. They moved the boxes around and reorganised them better for a little while. Siren stood upright and stretched, unaware that she was drawing the red-head’s attention. Even though he tried not to be too much like Ghoul, he couldn’t help it. She stretched hard, apparently, so hard she almost lost her balance when she dropped back down from being on her tiptoes. And then the lights went out. There was a squeak of surprise from the girl and then a thud - she obviously actually lost her balance that time. “Are you okay?” Siren whined. “I don’t know. What’s going on?” “Erm, I’m not sure,” Party replied, lowering his voice. “Stay there okay?” “Not really planning on hurting myself more, by stumbling around in the dark, so sure thing.” Party snorted and started carefully feeling his way around to where they’d put a storage crate under the cot, kneeling down beside the bed when he got there. He could hear Siren shifting about a little bit as he groped around in the box until he found some candles - they all had them under their beds, and there were some stashed in other places in the diner for this reason. “What are you doing?” Siren asked quietly. “Hang on.” She heard the recognisable sound of a match being struck and blinked rapidly as a candle or two were lit. She looked from the flame up to Party’s face and saw him smile gently as he put one of the candles on the box that acted like a side table. She watched him position the other candle so there was one either side of them so the circle of light, for lack of a better term, was bigger. “Are you okay?” He asked as he sat on the floor opposite her. “I…” Siren frowned; she swore that she could see concern on his pretty face. “I think so. I think I was more surprised by the impact than I was hurt by it.” The red-head nodded. “Okay, well, when the lights come back we’ll check you over.” “You don’t need to do that,” she shook her head before tucking her hair behind her ear. “Do we need to worry? Has someone cut our power?” Party tilted his head to listen to their surroundings for a moment. “No, I don’t think so. I think it’s just a blip. It’ll be fine.” “So we don’t have to worry about being attacked right now?” He could hear the… Fear, actual fear in her voice and felt pretty bad for her. They were trying to teach her how to fight, and for the most part she wasn’t doing too badly. But she was still nervous. “No,” he said after a minute. “I don’t think so.” Siren nodded and shifted about on the floor. She was pretty by this type of light, he thought. The candles gave her a soft glow, like an aura, almost. It made her hair look particularly stunning. Although he did wonder what she would’ve looked like in this light had she stayed blonde. Because it had been pretty, it had been a beautiful shade. It was just very recognisable and needed to be changed to help her fit in and survive. “Are you sure? You don’t feel the need to go and check?” Party shook his head. “We’re fine, I promise.” Siren narrowed her eyes at him a little bit, seemingly trying to decide if she believed him or not. “Okay,” she said eventually. Party guessed that she decided to believe him for now and he watched her lean back against whatever was behind her; some boxes he thought. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She hummed. “Yeah, I just don’t feel like getting up and probably falling over myself again. ‘Cause I’m likely to do that.” “I can help you up if you’re that worried,” Party tilted his head at her, blinking rapidly when she looked at him. “What, so I can take you down with me?” Siren shook her head. “No, I’ll just wait a little longer.” The red-head rolled his eyes, managed to get to his feet with little effort and without disturbing either of the candles. He dusted himself down a bit and moved closer to the still sitting girl. He sighed and offered her both of his hands to help her up. “C’mon Siren,” he said. “Up we get.” She glanced up at him and then eyed his hands warily. Ultimately, she only accepted his help (with a sigh of her own, he noticed) because she didn’t like him towering over her like that. She took his hands and felt him tighten his grip. It was so weird feeling his actual hands - she was so used to seeing him wearing those stupid (but attractive) gloves. He pulled her to her feet with no effort. She made a note of this while trying not to be too… Curious about his strength. “There we go,” he said softly once she was on her feet again. “Um, thanks…” She glanced up at him and blinked rapidly when he was a bit closer than she’d anticipated. “You’re welcome, little lady.” Siren hummed, just so he knew that she’d heard him before she realised that they were still essentially holding hands. Once that information sunk in, she dropped his hands like they were on fire and went to step back away from him. Only to trip over her own feet once more - she was still not used to the size of these boots. She made a noise of distress and braced herself to hit the floor again, but it never happened because Party had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. Instinctually, her hands went to grab onto whatever she could to support herself, which in this instance just happened to be his shoulders. She wasn’t sure if she imagined it but she could’ve sworn that as soon as she gripped his shoulders, he tightened his hold on her waist. She blinked up at him like she’d just woken up in a stark white BLI room. Their eyes met and Party noticed that hers widened very slightly - he honestly might not have noticed had they not been as physically close as they were. He wasn’t to know that she was taking in the few freckles he had over his nose, how unfairly long his eyelashes were and the exact colour of his eyes, which was only made warmer by the slowly flickering light the candles were bathing them in. “Huh,” Siren murmured, almost under her breath but not quite. “What?” Party kept his voice quieter than normal, there wasn’t really any need to do anything otherwise. Her cheeks went pink, having been caught out and she tried to think of something that wouldn’t be quite so embarrassing. She must’ve taken a little too long because she saw him quirk an eyebrow at her. “Um,” she started in an attempt to buy herself some more time but… Nope. “I was just thinking.” “About what?” He watched her eyes focus on part of his t-shirt. “You’ve got a few freckles,” she let go of one of his shoulders to trace where his freckles were but mirrored on her own face. The observation surprised him a little and he had to swallow before he could speak. “I do spend a lot of time out in the sun.” She smiled but it was softer than normal. “Ah, yes, true but also -” Party tilted his head as she seemed to cut herself off. “Also what?” “Oh… Um…” He watched her eyes focus on part of his t-shirt and he heard her sigh. “Well,” Siren decided that maybe a little of the truth wouldn’t hurt. “I was thinking that… That you look pretty good in this light.” The red-head blinked rapidly at this… Could you call it a confession? He swallowed again and wet his lips quickly before trying to think of something else to say. His silence seemed to make her nervous though because she looked everywhere but at him. And then the lights flickered back to life, killing the moment. “Thanks for catching me,” Siren smiled shyly as she moved back away from him. “I… No problem.” It looked like she was going to say something else for a moment but the bell above the front door of the diner chimed and the sounds of Jet and Ghoul… Disagreeing, loudly travelled through the building. Siren tucked her hair behind her ear before leaving the room to go and greet them, leaving Party watching her, slightly confused. He heard Ghoul greet her before he snuffed out the candles to go and join them.

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[thewordworrier]

OTPtober 2022 - Kiss

OTPtober 2022 Masterlist Word count: 4,454 words. ‘Warnings’: Established Friendship / FOC / implied underage drinking I think, but not by these two. AU: High School AU - though the later years because that’s less odd. Notes: Naturally, I don’t really know how this stuff works, I just like to make things up as I go. Some funny details, but take it with a sprinkle of salt, it’s just fanfic.

Cheerleader!Shelly and Shy!Gerard attend a ‘cheerleading social’ - despite her reservations.

“Gerard!” He looked up from looking through his locker at the familiar voice of his best friend. He stood up a little straighter and was able to spot her particular shade of blonde in the slowly ebbing sea of surrounding students. Eventually, she appeared next to him at his locker and he sighed at the sight of her wearing the school’s cheerleading uniform. “Hey,” she said brightly, bouncing on her heels a little as she came to a stop next to him. “Hi.” Gerard smiled at her. “You alright?” “Yeah, you? Are you heading home?” “I’m fine,” Gerard nodded. “I was gonna head home yeah. Do you have practice?” Shelly shook her head. “No, not now, we had it earlier..” Gerard nibbled his bottom lip. “Do you… Want to walk together?” “I… That would be good, but…” Shelly paused. “I was actually wondering if you wanted to hang out with me for a bit first?” “Sure,” he closed his locker before shouldering his bag. “Do we need to swing by your locker first?” “Yes, please.”

They stopped by Shelly’s locker so she could grab her bag before heading to a nearby store they liked to pick up snacks from. Shelly picked out something sweet and fruit flavoured and Gerard chose something that was sweet and savoury; chocolate coated mini pretzels. They also grabbed drinks before going to sit in a park-like area for a little bit. Gerard settled on the bench and watched Shelly sit down next to him - a little closer than he was anticipating, really.

“Is everything okay?” He asked after a minute or two.

Shelly offered him one of her pieces of candy and smiled when he took one of the red ones (she guessed he’d take one of those ones because he always did. She’d actually jiggled the bag around before offering it to him, so there were a few red candies on top.)

“Um,” she started. “Yeah, actually, for the most part.”

“Most part?” He offered her his pretzel bag, smiling when she took a couple. “That implies that not everything is good.”

“Mm,” she chewed the mini pretzels. “Uh, there’s a thing on this Friday that I kinda have to go to.”

“A cheerleading thing?” He asked quietly.

She nodded and he sighed again. “Some kinda gathering.”

“It’s almost mandatory for you then?”

“Unfortunately, I believe so,” Shelly twisted the top of the bag before putting it in the pocket of her light jacket so she could grab the drink she’d gotten. “Um, but they said I could invite you.”

Gerard almost choked on his drink. “I… What?”

“Mm,” Shelly winced a little bit. “Yeah, I’m not sure I trust them entirely, but… I don’t know. I figured that I’d tell you anyway. I didn’t want you to find out that you could’ve come along and I just never told you because I wasn’t sure about them, but really I know you can handle yourself.”

He listened to her with his head tilted. When she stopped, he swallowed and focused on his lap, starting to pick at the label on his soda bottle.

“I appreciate you looking out for me though,” he said softly. “But I feel like you do that a lot.”

“We’re friends Gee,” she nudged him gently. “I’m gonna look out for you.”

He shot her a small smile and got a bright one in return.

“You don’t have to come,” she said quietly. “I honestly wouldn’t blame you if you skipped it.”

“You can’t though?” Gerard watched her shake her head, her ponytail swinging slightly as she did so.

She looked a little annoyed by the fact that she had to go, actually. He vaguely remembered them discussing the idea of these cheerleading socials before she joined the team. (He hadn’t been totally enamoured with the idea then, to be honest. He still wasn’t a fan of the idea now, even if he did get to see her in the uniform. Because, she really did look very good in it.)

“No,” she confirmed. “And I can’t really fake being sick either, which is the worst.”

Gerard nodded to let her know that he’d heard her before chewing on his bottom lip as he thought about the situation, still picking at the label on his soda bottle.

“I don’t know if I trust them Gee,” Shelly said quietly, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m not sure why they want me to invite you.”

“I’m sure the reason isn’t a good one,” he agreed, his voice dropping in volume a little. “But… I kinda wanna go to support you?”

Shelly almost melted. “Oh, honey. You don’t have to do that. I know you come to watch me before the games sometimes. I see you. You don’t need to come to this as well.”

“I… I kinda want to,” he repeated, putting the bottle beside him on the bench so he could rest his cheek on the top of her head, his hand seeking out hers to hold between their almost touching legs. “I kinda wanna go.”

“Okay,” she said quietly after a minute. “But you’re allowed to change your mind between now and the time the thing starts. Hell, you’re allowed to change your mind while you’re there too.”

Gerard nodded.

“I’ll do my best to look out for you,” she paused and glanced up at him. “Even though I know you can look after yourself. But I’ll do my best anyway.”

“Thank you.” Gerard whispered, waiting a moment before clearing his throat. “Is there a dress code?”

“Something smart, but not too smart I guess.”

“Will you be dressing up or will you have to wear your uniform?” He asked, more out of curiosity than anything. He didn’t mind either way, really, he was genuinely more curious than anything.

“I think we have to dress up a little, but I do need to double check that.” Shelly pulled out her phone to check the time.

“Will you meet me there or can we go together?”

“I’m sure we can probably go together, I don’t see why not.”

She felt Gerard’s arm under her head relax at this answer, and she wasn’t really surprised as she’d be nervous walking into a cheerleader social on her own too, and she was supposedly sort of one of them now. Not that she liked that very much but she didn’t have much of a choice in that matter. “I’ll double check though,” Shelly said. “I’ll check everything and text you.” “Okay, that works.” They hung out for a little bit longer, eating their snacks and chatting - with Shelly listening to him intentionally when he started going on about a new comic that he wanted to get. She really enjoyed seeing him light up like this. He was so pretty when he was this happy. When he noticed her start to get cold, he tried to offer her his jacket, almost pouting at her when she didn’t take it. But they did start to make their way home, sharing a tight hug before they had to split off and go their separate ways. Shelly promised to text him with more details as soon as she knew them. She was true to her word; she texted him as soon as she had the information herself. Gerard was curled up on his bed, reading when her text came through. She let him know that it was okay for them to turn up together, that she actually had to wear her cheerleading uniform (he wasn’t sure how he felt about that - on one hand, she looked good in it, on the other… It was the cheerleading uniform. Ugh?) He managed to get up, turn some proper lights on and dig out a shirt or two to take photos of so he could send them to her. (Photos of the shirts on hangers, not on him. He wasn’t sure he could do that. Even if she did see him in the flesh all the time. He just wasn’t sure about taking photos of himself. He’d have to look at those before he sent them and… No.) She replied back fairly quickly, actually, with a statement of preference. Well, actually, she said both of them would look good on him, but she preferred a particular one. So, naturally, he decided that he was going to go with that one, even if he wasn’t going to tell her that right away. The next couple of days passed quite quickly, to Gerard at least. Maybe that was because he was nervous. He remembered Shelly’s own nerves, the fact that she said that she didn’t trust them, that the whole thing felt weird to her. But she couldn’t get out of it and he really did just want to support her. Shelly picked him up, her mother planning on driving them most of the way, and giving them money for a taxi home later on - they could both get the taxi back to Shelly’s and then Ruby would drive Gerard home. He opened the front door to see Shelly standing on his doorstep. She smiled at him and it only got brighter when she noticed the shirt he was wearing. “Hey,” she said. “You look great.” Gerard shuffled in his spot for a moment, nodding his head to try and hide behind his hair. “T- thank you.” “You ready?” “Yeah, hang on.” He ducked into his house to let his brother know he was going before he grabbed his hoodie, putting it on and making sure that he had everything. Shelly watched him lock his front door behind him before they made their way to the waiting car. Gerard greeted Shelly’s mother as he got in the back seat, surprised when Shelly got in beside him (he expected her to get in the front with her mother.) He liked her mom; she was very sweet and didn’t make him feel nervous or anything. She was just an older, quieter version of Shelly, really. They certainly looked very much alike and that always made him think about the future a little bit - and he would immediately feel bad afterwards because… Why would Shelly be interested in him then? She certainly wasn’t interested in him now. Ruby gave them a gentle “don’t forget no is a complete sentence” talk - the general concerned parent thing, which Gerard didn’t mind, even if Shelly groaned and covered her eyes with her hand. “Mama,” she grumbled. “We know.” “I know you do baby, I’m just reminding you,” Ruby smiled at them using the rearview mirror. “If anything really bad happens, you know you can text me, right?” “Yeah, I know.” “You know the rules, Shelly,” Ruby continued gently. “No questions, I’ll come and get you if you feel like you can’t get a ride.” “I know, mama,” Shelly sighed softly. “Thank you.” “Look out for each other, okay?” “Yes ma’am,” Gerard nodded. “Oh honey, you know you don’t have to call me that.” She smiled brightly at them both via the mirror before pulling up near the place the gathering was, not right outside. She turned around in her seat. “I mean it though, look after each other.” They both nodded and scrambled out of the car with Gerard thanking her before closing the door. Shelly quickly trotted around to the driver’s window, leaning in it to kiss her mother goodbye. She stood back and Ruby drove off. “Okay then,” Shelly said quietly. “This way I guess.” Gerard nodded and followed her up the road, trying to walk alongside her, but not too close, just in case. The keyword there was tried - because she would quickly fall back to walk by his side whenever he started to lag. “Are you nervous?” She asked. “Mmm, a little,” he glanced at her. “Are you?” Shelly hummed and nodded. “A bit. I don’t get why they told me to ask you, but I am glad that you’re here - even though I have a bad feeling, so I also feel bad that you’re here because of that bad feeling.” She paused and huffed. “Does that make sense?” Gerard had to think about this for a minute before he nodded. “Yeah, it does. I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” He… Was right for a little bit, actually - he wasn’t the only non-footballer there (or non cheerleader - there were a few other guys and girl without the ‘sports uniform’ so that was something) and he managed to talk to a few of those non-uniform wearing people when Shelly had to be pulled away for whatever reason it was they needed her for. She wasn’t away from him for too long though, at least, it didn’t feel that way because he was talking to another guy about… Something to do with classwork maybe, when she reappeared at his side. He paused in his conversation to greet her, smiling down at her. Shelly would disappear every so often, but she would never be gone for that long and she would always return to him before being dragged off again. She would always find Gerard talking to the various non-uniform wearing people there, and slowly coming out of his shell a tiny bit with them. Which is something that she had noticed from across the room, actually. She was kinda pleased about that, even though she still felt on edge. She still felt like something wasn’t right; she knew that some of the footballers and some of the cheerleaders looked down on her friendship with Gerard. Not that she let them say anything bad about it nowadays - she’d jump down their throats and tell them to back off, just not so politely. And she’d done that a lot, so they had kinda just… Stopped with it and left her alone about it. But she knew that they said things behind her back. She didn't have any proof other than her instinct, but… If they had been saying it to her face, of course they’d be saying it behind her back too. A couple of hours passed before people started gathering in one room. Gerard shared a look with Shelly, who looked just as confused as he felt before they followed the few people ‘selected’ into the second room. Once everyone was there, the Head Cheerleader (who couldn’t seem to remove herself from the Lead Footballer - Gerard was sure there was a proper name for the footballer’s position but like hell did he know it) started saying something about… Party games. Gerard glanced at Shelly again and noticed her frowning. It wasn’t until the Head Cheerleader mentioned something about… Seven Minutes in Heaven that he noticed the colour drain out of Shelly’s face. He felt a bit sick, actually. That feeling only intensified as the game started. A few people were picked, blindfolded and put into two closets (why were there two cupboards in this room? Gerard thought) before another two people were picked, blindfolded and spun around to make them a little dizzy so they couldn’t guess what cupboards they were being put into. It didn’t take too long before Gerard was grabbed by a couple of the football players, despite his protests (and Shelly’s “hey!”) and he was bundled into one of the cupboards after being blindfolded like the others. As soon as the door closed he managed to prop himself up against the wall to keep himself upright. He could take the blindfold off, he guessed, going ahead to lift it off of one eye. Yeah, as he thought, it was really dark in here. Might as well leave it on then. He steadied himself against the wall again, trying to get his heart to stop racing and trying to stop himself from feeling so sick. Just when he thought he had calmed down, the door opened (he could hear the laughing from the other side get louder) and someone was pushed into him before the door closed behind them. Whoever it was toppled into him and he managed to grab and steady them to stop them hitting the floor. Gerard wasn’t sure what part of them he grabbed, but they felt… Soft? He was pretty certain that this wasn’t a guy. Oh god, he hoped that wasn’t… He squeezed, cautiously and heard the other person squeak. He was pretty certain he had his hands on their waist, and he was pretty certain this person was a girl - he could feel skin, and the cheerleading uniform consisted of a skirt and top that exposed their stomachs a little. Oh god - he was touching a cheerleader. Oh god, oh Christ - he was gonna get hit. Either by her or by her inevitable football playing boyfriend. He dropped both of his hands so he couldn’t be accused of anything more than what he’d already done. He would’ve backed against the wall more but… He was already as against the wall as he could get. The cheerleader huffed and removed her hands from his arms - where she’d grabbed him to stay upright. He heard her brush her clothes down and he swallowed a little bit, half bracing himself for the slap. Instead, he felt her hands on his chest and heard a soft “hmm.” “You won’t be coming out unless there’s been some kissin’ or something!” The voice from the other side of the door made them both jump - he felt her hands move slightly only to end up on his chest again. “So get on with it!” There was another huff from the girl in front of him and then a soft snort before he felt her hands on his face, pulling him down to her level before pressing her lips against his. He squeaked at her forcefulness, but he didn’t hate it. His squeak caused her to hum quietly, and he felt that against his mouth before he heard it; it felt a little strange. When he didn’t immediately pull away, she let go of his face and wrapped her arms around his neck, and his hands went to gently hold her waist. It wasn’t until he did this that he realised that… She was standing on her tiptoes. Oh. That was cute, that meant that she was a bit shorter than him. Shelly was like that. Actually, this girl tasted a little of the soda that he knew Shelly had been drinking earlier. The girl held him a little tighter and he felt her tongue against his lips, ever so carefully testing his resistance. She was so gentle and she felt so soft under his hands. And she tasted nice; of that soda and something he didn’t recognise. He wound his arms around her waist instead of just holding her, and gently pulled her against him a little more. This time, she squeaked against his mouth but giggled before she returned to kissing him. Or at least she would’ve returned to kissing him had her giggle not kicked him in the chest. He knew that giggle - it was one of his favourite sounds. Gerard unwound himself from her very quickly and backed away as much as he could, pulling his blindfold off. This obviously confused her because she went “huh?” and he was about to say more when the door opened and the cupboard went from almost pitch black to practically bathed in light. He didn’t know who had opened the door because he was too busy looking at the girl he’d been kissing. “Shelly?” He whispered. She stopped angrily hissing at the guy who had opened the door to turn and look at him. She smiled a little at him only to frown at the look on his face. “I… Oh,” Gerard swallowed and pushed past both her and the footballer in the doorway. He heard Shelly say something to the footballer but didn’t stop to figure out exactly what or to see any reactions. He just made his way out of the building, not stopping until he was outside. He pressed his back against the outer wall of the building and put his hands on his knees so he could lean over and catch his breath in an attempt to get his heart rate down. Hopefully if he managed that, he’d stop feeling so sick too. A few minutes passed before he heard someone’s footsteps nearby. Not long after he heard them, he saw someone’s shoes in his line of vision and slowly looked up to see Shelly standing in front of him, a look of concern on her pretty face and her hands clasped in front of her. His eyes eventually met hers and he whined quietly, dropping his gaze immediately to his feet. “Gee…” He felt her lift his face to look at her and when he was, she smiled gently. “C’mon, a little straighter for me…” With a sigh, he did as he was told, standing up a little straighter so he had to look at her properly. He could feel his face burning and he wasn’t sure if he was ashamed or embarrassed or… If there was a secret third option. To be honest, it was probably a combination of multiple options. “There he is,” Shelly said quietly, smiling softly at him. “Hey.” Gerard heard himself whine again before he put his face in his hands. Shelly watched this and shook her head before stepping nearer, standing next to him; close enough to be able to press herself against his side. She gently took his hands away from his face and kept ahold of his wrists so he couldn’t hide again. “I’m so sorry.” Her eyebrows met her hairline. “Oh honey! No no, I’m sorry. I knew that something wasn’t right, I had a bad feeling…” Gerard shook his head, not able to meet her eyes, his cheeks still hot and prickly. “No, it’s not your fault, you gave me plenty of chances to back out.” “I never would’ve willingly put you through that had I known,” she put his hands on her waist and smiled a little as he frowned at this, but he didn’t pull his hands away. “I know,” he whispered. “I don’t blame you.” As Shelly moved closer, she felt his arms slide around her waist a bit more. She smiled and gently rested her hands on his shoulders. Or thereabouts, she was a bit shorter than him after all. He sighed and shook his head before she cupped his cheek gently. “I never wanted it to go that way,” she whispered. “I never wanted it to be forced like that.” Gerard blinked rapidly, frowning as her words set in. “You were good though,” she moved the hand from his cheek to start running her fingers through his hair. “You don’t need to worry about that. You were sweet and gentle and that was really nice.” He swallowed a little bit, still feeling a bit confused. “I don’t… I don’t understand. You never wanted…?” Shelly’s cheeks went a pretty shade of pink and she bit her bottom lip, her eyes dropping to his chest a bit. “Um…” Gerard waited patiently, his hands still gently resting on her waist - she didn’t seem to have a problem with this, so he felt reluctant to remove them. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you,” she said quietly. His eyes went wider than the moon. “Why?” She smiled and shook her head gently.  “Because I really like you, Gee. Like, I really, really like you. I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages, because I’ve had a crush on you for ages.” Gerard didn’t know what to say to that - he kept opening and closing his mouth like a bit of an idiot. “I just never thought it would be like that,” Shelly shook her head, almost sadly. “But I knew it was you. I just knew.” “I… I think I knew it was you too, or at least, I had a feeling, I guess I hoped,” he rambled quietly. “But I didn’t know until you giggled.” She smiled brightly at him and giggled softly. “Do you… Maybe not here, maybe not right now, but… Do you want to try it again?” “Yes,” he answered, maybe a little too quickly, looking at her lips. “Yes, please. Can we? Now is fine?” Shelly cupped his cheeks in her hands and leant forward to press her lips against his. Softly, gently and purposely. She smiled against his mouth as she felt him hold her a bit tighter and giggled again, into the kiss. She kept kissing him softly, not too forcefully and not too deeply until he pulled her against him a bit harder. Not that the previous kiss was bad or unpleasant, but this was a lot nicer. “That’s a bit better,” she whispered. “You felt more relaxed. But we can do that again later too.” Gerard hugged her tightly and buried his nose in her hair. “How much later?” Shelly hummed. “Let me text my mama, and maybe we can hang out for a few hours before we take you home. How’s that sound?” “And by ‘hang out,’” he tucked her hair behind her ear. “You mean, kiss some more, right?” The blonde giggled and nodded. “Yes. If you want.” “I do want,” Gerard replied eagerly and felt himself blush again. “Please. If that’s okay with you.” “Absolutely,” Shelly pulled her phone out of her pocket to text her mother. “I would like nothing more.” “Oh! Good!” Ruby came to pick them up, no questions asked, from the same place she dropped them off, but she noticed that they were standing a little closer when she pulled up. She gave them the go ahead to hang out for a bit longer - she’d picked them up much sooner than she thought she would, but she’d rather have them hang out under her roof where they were safe, than at that party or the surrounding areas where they might not be. They settled in the second sitting room in Shelly’s home, her mother heading to a different room to give them some privacy. They sat on the sofa together, starting a little far apart until Shelly rolled her eyes with a smile, got up and repositioned herself right next to Gerard. He smiled shyly at her before slipping an arm around her waist. She hummed happily and cupped his cheek so she could tilt his face so he was looking at her. “Hey,” she whispered. “Hey,” he whispered back. “Can I kiss you again?” She asked, and the cuteness of it all made Gerard melt. “Yes,“ he nodded slowly and quickly wet his lips with his tongue. “Yes please.” “Alright,” she giggled and smiled. “C’mere then, pretty boy.”

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OTPtober 2022 - Nap

OTPtober Masterlist Word count: 4,310 words. ‘Warnings’: FOC AU: Pet!AU. Notes: Needless to say, this is also an AU in which the band doesn’t exist, but Gerard, at least, still does well enough for himself.

Gerard is a rich guy who owns a pet - Shelly’s his cat girl. She hasn’t been sleeping too well.

[The definition of a pet is essentially a half human, half animal Hybrid. Normally this just involves the human having the ears and/ or tail of the animal. Sometimes sharper nails and teeth, sometimes sharper senses. The human tends to take on the mannerisms and behaviours of the animal more than they look like them.

A person’s animal parts tend to match their human colouring. Shelly, for instance, has animal parts not too far off the colour of a champagne cat; just maybe a little darker to match her blonde hair. If the roles were reversed, Gerard would have brown features - for he is naturally “church mouse brown.”

There are different categories of ‘Pet’ - just like there are different types of relationships between Humans. Pets have rights, they are mostly human after all, but there is still some kind of social hierarchy. For the most part, Pets are treated well by their Owners much like partners in relationships are treated well by their significant others. But naturally, there are exceptions between pets and Owners, just like there are between two non Hybrids.] “Shelly, I’m home?” Gerard closed the front door behind him and listened out for her gentle footsteps. He was home nice and early for once and he was happy about it - it meant that he could spend more time with his favourite girl. He frowned when he didn’t hear anything, which was a little unusual because she would normally come and greet him. Then again, she wouldn’t’ve known that he’d be home early today. He put away his jacket and shoes before taking his bag through to the main living area. Only to find that empty too. He frowned again and put his bag down before going to search the rest of the house for his Pet. He found her in the hammock in the backyard, her tail draped over the edge alongside one foot. The sight made him smile a little bit and he slipped on the shoes he kept by the backdoor so he could make his way out and over to her. “Shelly,” he called softly from the path nearby. He watched her ears twitch and tried again. “I’m home, sweet thing.” Shelly hummed and shifted a bit. She let out a soft mewling noise as she sat up and stretched. Her tail coiled and uncoiled as she did this, which he knew was her tail’s way of stretching too. Once she’d finished stretching, she messed with her hair a little, blinking rapidly as she tried to wake up. Gerard waited patiently, and he didn’t mind doing so. He grinned as she managed to remove herself from the hammock (rather gracefully, he thought, especially considering the fact that she’d only just woken up). She looked up and at him before her ears perked up and she smiled. “Hi!” She chirped, before scurrying over to greet him. “Hello sweetheart,” Gerard wrapped his arms around her as she almost bounced over to hug him. “How was your day?” Shelly hummed softly to him, nuzzling against him a little. “Not too bad, thank you!” “Good,” he kissed the top of her head. She started to lead him back inside where they left their shoes by the back door. “How was yours, master?” Gerard shook his head a little - he wasn’t used to her calling him that yet. “Yeah, it was good. Productive, actually.” “That sounds great,” she padded around the kitchen to make him coffee. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you as soon as you got home.” He tutted a little. “You don’t have to apologise, it’s okay.” “No,” she shook her head as her ears drooped a little. “I do need to, I should be there to greet you when you get home, that’s a basic thing for us to do.” Gerard crossed the room and stopped her in the act of preparing his coffee, gently turning her around so she was facing him. She blinked up at him, clearly confused, and she tilted her head. “Now now,” he gently brushed her hair off of her face and over the back of her shoulders. “Don’t be like that. It’s okay. You’re okay.” “I didn’t mean to doze off for so long,” she admitted, glancing down - it would’ve been down at the floor but because he was close it was more at his chest. “Have you not been sleeping very well?” Gerard asked, gently stroking one of her ears, making the other one twitch slightly as her tail swayed slightly, lazily almost. “I… I guess not,” she mumbled, tilting her head to his touch. “Oh sweetheart,” he whispered, moving his other hand to stroke her other ear as well, grinning when she let out a little mew. He chuckled and leant forward to kiss her forehead. “That feel nice?” Shelly mewed a little louder, nodding once but gently. “Very nice Sir.” “Good,” he said. “Are you still sleepy?” She started to shake her head before she caught the look he was giving her before she nodded instead. “Okay,” he said, running his fingers through her hair gently. “How about this; how about you go and snuggle up on the bed, change if you want, and we’ll take a nap for a little bit?” Shelly blinked at him and tilted her head again. “We?” Gerard nodded, before gesturing to the clock. “I got home earlier today, so we have time for that.” Her ears perked up happily and she hummed. “I would like that.” “Go on then. I’ll come and join you in a minute.” Shelly smiled brightly, leant up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek before scampering off to go and get herself comfortable and snuggly. Gerard chuckled and watched her leave before shaking his head. “Silly little thing,” he mumbled, making sure that the doors and windows were locked and secure. He went to rummage through his bag, pulling out a box before making his way to the bedroom, pausing outside the almost closed door and knocking. “Um, ready! Mostly!” She called quietly. Gerard pushed the door open, then closed it properly behind him - he knew that she preferred sleeping with it closed fully. He looked up to see her sitting on the edge of the bed; having changed into lounge pants and a loose, slouchy top. Actually, it was one of those too big ones that would often fall off of her shoulder. He liked those on her because they were very cute. “You’re not in bed sweetheart,” he said gently, placing the box on his bedside table before hunting for his own loungewear. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to be actually in bed or just on the bed under blankets,” Shelly admitted shyly, gently unwinding her tail from her wrist. “I’ll go with whichever you’d like,” he gently patted the top of her head on his way to the bathroom to change. “Oh. Okay,” she nodded. “I’ll get comfy.” “Good girl.” He heard her squeak before he closed the door to the ensuite bathroom and couldn’t help but chuckle at it. It was a cute noise. As soon as the bathroom door closed, Shelly moved to find her favourite blanket - it was large, incredibly fluffy and soft and a really pretty navy colour. She settled on the bed with the blanket beside her while she adjusted the pillows so they could nest nicely. When she was sure that the pillows were right, she started unfolding the blanket and trying to get it to spread it out properly. Gerard returned as she was trying to get the blanket to behave; if anything she was getting a little swamped by it because it was so large and she was so small. He stood in the bathroom doorway for a few minutes, watching her… Not struggling exactly. After a minute, he chuckled and went over to help her. “Here,” he said softly, spreading the blanket out and making sure she was covered. “Thank you master,” she whispered, tilting her head as he shook his. “What’s wrong?” “I’m still not used to you calling me that,” Gerard admitted, getting under the blanket with her, but he stayed sitting up instead of settling down. “Oh,” she murmured, ears drooping again. “Is that bad? Should I stop?” “Oh no, sweetie, I don’t mind!” He moved a little closer to her to stroke her hair and ears. “I’m just not used to it. I don’t mind you doing it if you’re comfortable with it.” Shelly tilted her head to his hand and hummed for a few moments before speaking. “But if it makes you uncomfortable…” “It’s fine, really. I need to get used to it, I want to get used to it.” Gerard paused and reached for the box on his bedside table, very aware that she was watching him curiously. “What’s that, sir?” She asked softly. Gerard cleared his throat and opened the box so she could see the delicate and very pretty collar that he’d purchased for her. It was simple, but Shelly didn’t mind that too much - it was a very nice dark purple with rose gold hardware. It looked incredibly regal and it also looked soft. When she didn’t speak, he looked up at her face to see her looking between the box and him, with very wide eyes. “Um…” She looked down again and he noticed her tail sneak up from under the blanket, before it tried snaking its way towards the box. “What… What does this mean exactly?” “I know it might seem like a given,” he said quietly. “Because you’ve been here longer than any trial period, but… I’d really like to keep you, I’d really like you to stay here and officially be mine.” Shelly blinked rapidly before leaning forward and peering at the collar. Gerard smiled and put the box on a pillow between them, just so he wasn’t still holding it and she could do whatever she needed. He watched as her tail poked at the box before nudging it closer to her. Shelly then sat up a little more and cautiously picked the box up with her hands, lifting it closer to her face, where she gave it a tentative sniff. He wasn’t sure why she was doing this, but he wasn’t going to argue with her. If it’s something she needed to do, then it’s something she needed to do. “You can take it out of the box,” he said quietly, hoping he wasn’t going to make her jump. She didn’t jump, her ears just twitched and she looked up at him for a moment before looking back down at the collar. She seemed to think about it for a few minutes before she tenderly plucked the collar out of the box, out of the soft material it was nestled in and left the box on the blanket so she could examine the collar. It was soft - it was either velvet or velour or something like that but it looked like, and felt like it would be very comfortable. “I can exchange it if you don’t like it,” Gerard said quietly. “Or we can get more. I don’t mind. That one wasn’t too expensive because I wasn’t sure if you’d want one or -” He was cut off by her swiftly moving to her knees to wrap her arms around his neck in a tight hug, still holding onto the collar. This took him by surprise, a little, but he was quick to wrap his arms around her waist in order to keep her upright. “Does this mean that you like it?” He asked softly, burying his nose into her hair a little and humming. “Yes!” She hugged him tightly and nuzzling against him. “I love it, it’s so pretty.” Gerard chuckled and let her go when he felt her start to move. “I don’t mind buying you another one, or getting you more in general. Simpler ones, fancier ones, whichever you like.” “I do like this one,” she said, almost shyly as her tail coiled around her wrist - almost like it was holding her hand. “But I like the idea of different ones too.” Carefully and gently, he took the collar from her fingertips; smiling when she let him. He focused on it as he unfastened it. “If you find that this is uncomfortable, I’ll go and get you something simpler as soon as I can, but I did get some advice from the sales assistant on which ones would be the most comfortable, first and foremost.” Shelly hummed, watching him run his fingers over the material. “It might be a bit warm though, but I’m not sure about that,” Gerard looked up to see her watching him. “But, again, I’ll buy you something else if that’s the case. If you want me to.” “We’ll have to see how this one goes.” Gerard held the collar up a little. “Would you like to put it on?” The cat-girl in front of him nodded eagerly and gathered up her hair, twisting it up and out of the way before leaning forward so he could reach. He chuckled and moved a little closer to her, carefully putting the collar around her neck and fastening it gently. “How’s that?” He whispered. “Too tight?” She held her hair in one hand and used the other to see how many fingers she could get between her throat and the material. She then turned her head and moved a little bit before swallowing. She seemed happy because she then nodded. “That good?” He watched her nod and he smiled. “Let me know if you want it loosened or tightened or… Anything, okay?” Shelly nodded again and let her hair drop as her ears perked up, almost proudly as she sat up straighter. She purred, quite loudly actually, and beamed at him. Gerard watched this and it tickled him slightly - he smiled at her before reaching to rub her ears, which made her purr even louder, if that was possible. If her purring didn’t get louder, it certainly got deeper. “Oh, look at you, gorgeous girl,” he said softly, still gently rubbing her ears. “I think it makes you prettier, if that’s even possible.” Shelly went very pink and shook her head a tiny bit, just so she didn’t hurt her ears. “No… No I don’t… I don’t think so.” “I know you don’t,” he stroked her hair for a moment before removing the box, putting it on his bedside table. “But maybe you will one day.” She gave him a look that clearly and obviously said that she didn’t believe him. He was already kinda used to that. “Yeah, I know that look,” he said as he settled down, making sure that he was comfortable before he held his arms out for her. “C’mere.” Shelly didn’t need to be told twice; she wriggled about until she was snuggled up against him very comfortably. Once she was settled, she rubbed her cheek against his t-shirt - it was old and well worn, so it was very soft and it felt nice against her skin. “Better?” He asked softly from above her head, smiling when he felt her nod. “Good.” Gerard felt her snuggle just a little closer before she wrapped an arm around his waist. He was used to that, and he didn’t mind in the slightest. What he wasn’t used to, however, was the feeling of her gripping onto his t-shirt. “Sweetheart, I can feel that…” He pulled the blankets up to cover her shoulders, making sure that she was covered properly. “Oh,” she mewled - but it sounded sad. “I’m sorry sir.” “No no,” he wrapped both arms around her tightly. “Sweet thing, don’t worry about that! Are you okay?” “Um…” She hesitated before shaking her head a little. “I don’t know.” “Wanna talk about it?” He kept one arm tight around her waist before using the other hand to stroke her hair. “Even if you just ramble a little bit. It might help.” “Um…” Shelly glanced up as her tail snaked its way to coil around Gerard’s wrist, curling around the arm around her waist just a little bit - it was like her tail was cuddling his arm in its own way. She felt him huff into her hair, but heard a chuckle accompany it so she knew he wasn’t mad. “It might be connected to why I haven’t been sleeping too well.” “And why you’ve been napping more?” Gerard asked softly. “Mm hm…” She nodded once before pausing, trying to figure out the simplest way to put it for a few minutes. “Um. I guess it really all boils down to the fact that I didn’t know if you were really going to want to keep me or not.” Gerard nodded, stroking her hair and gently winding the ends of her hair around his fingertips. He stayed quiet though, letting her talk. “I guess I was worried about it,” she admitted. “Because I really wanted to stay, but I didn’t know if I was allowed to voice it. I didn’t know if that would count as trying to sway your opinion or anything.” “Oh, sweetheart… I had no idea…” He kissed the top of her head and buried his nose in her hair, feeling the soft fur on her ears tickle his skin a bit. “I’m so sorry. If I had known I would’ve said something sooner.” “I didn’t want to pressure you,” she whispered with a little shake of her head. “Though if I had stopped and thought about it a bit more, I might’ve come to the conclusion that, because you’d already kept me for so long, there was a higher chance of you continuing to keep me.” “But if you’re not sleeping properly and you’re tired, you’re not gonna be running on full cylinders anyway so your brain might not have some up with that, especially not if you were worrying a lot on top of that.” “Mm, maybe,” she snuggled a tiny bit closer, if that was possible and sighed softly. “Is that a happy sigh?” Gerard asked, adjusting the blanket again. “Mm hm,” she hummed. “Okay, that’s good.” He felt her tail move to his other wrist as he wrapped his arms around her again. He paused for a moment, thinking, before speaking quietly. “One day I’m gonna move the hammock indoors. Then we can both settle and fall asleep in it without having to stay outside.” “Mm, that sounds like a good idea. I think I’d enjoy that,” she wriggled under the blankets a bit, stretching her back before settling again. “Even though it’s safe around here.” “Even still, it would be much better to do it inside.” “Mm hm.” Gerard felt her nod and he started to gently stroke her hair and ears again, using the hand that had been around her waist originally. This arm he could move up her back; he could play with her hair easier with this one instead of the other. It took a few minutes before he felt her relax. She relaxed so much it felt like she melted against him. He liked that, actually. They’d sometimes settle on the sofa together like this. She was a cat after all; she wasn’t quite small enough to lay in his lap, or lay on his chest like regular, normal cats did, but she was still small enough for them to both lie on the sofa together - her nestled in between him and the cushions that formed the back of the couch. He enjoyed it because it meant that she was protected when she was sandwiched between his body and the couch cushions. It also kept her warm and secure. He was very protective of her, he couldn’t help it. Shelly relaxed against him, feeling his fingers playing with her hair; coiling it around his fingers, running his fingers through it, and every so often he would either gently scratch the base of her ears or he would gently rub the tips between his thumb and forefinger. And he was so gentle when he did that. It felt so good when he stroked her ears. As soon as he got his fingers in her hair, she knew that it wouldn’t be long until he was petting her ears. It didn’t take too long for her to start purring when he did that either. He tilted his head as she started to purr. It always started out softly, almost inaudible, but the longer he petted her, the louder her purring got. Her purring would sometimes get deeper when she was either incredibly happy, or when she was in a deeper sleep. He didn’t mind though - he just loved hearing her purr. “You’re a very good nap buddy,” Gerard murmured softly, still stroking her hair and listening to her purr. “Very warm, very snuggly.” She chuckled sleepily and it sounded a little deeper than normal - maybe because she was mid-purr as she did it. Her purr turned into a soft hum before she started to speak. “You’re not a bad nap buddy either, you know.” He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “Why thank you.” “You’re a much better nap buddy when you’re actually asleep though,” she continued - and he knew that she was smiling because he could hear it in her voice. “Because you don’t move so much.” “Cheeky,” he murmured into her hair. “Behave yourself sweetheart.” Shelly mewled at him, nuzzling against him and trying to act as innocent as possible. He felt this, and, after shifting a little bit, could see the slight smile on her face. He knew that look. “Hmm,” Gerard said, gently rubbing the base of her ears in the way she liked it. “You’re lucky you’re so cute,” he smiled as she giggled. “Because it allows you to get away with a lot of things.” Shelly purred happily and rubbed her head against his hand as he petted her, purring louder when he chuckled. “Good girl,” he whispered, his smile widening when she squeaked before hiding her face. “Oh now now, you know that you are.” “No,” she whined softly. “I don’t agree with you.” “You don’t have to,” he pulled the blanket up over her again and cuddled her tightly. “Just listen when I say nice things about you or to you.” Shelly pouted a little. “I’ll try.” “Close enough,” he kissed the top of her head again, feeling her snuggle closer. “Don’t be afraid to wake me if you need to, okay kitten?” She nodded against him. “As long as you remember the same thing, sir.” He hummed, really not sure how he felt about being called that. He was still uncertain, but was willing to let her keep calling him that until he figured out how he felt either way. “I will, but I don’t think I’ll need to wake you to move you. You’re so little, I can move you myself.” “Hm,” she pouted a little. “Oh, sweetheart. I don’t mind that you’re little. You being little, makes you extra cute.” She shook her head again. “Are you sure you can move me?” “Absolutely, I managed to move you a little bit all the time.” Shelly nodded again, just to let him know that she’d heard him, before she settled with her head on his chest, still gripping his t-shirt a little. Gerard had no problems with this at all, if anything he actually liked it when she got a little cling. Grabby? Whichever. He liked it, it made him feel like she wanted him around. (Even though he knew that she did, that little physical reminder was nice.) “So,” Gerard said quietly, still stroking her hair and ears. “What we’ll do is, we’ll take a little -” “If you say cat nap,” she said sleepily. “I’m going to bite you.” Gerard laughed. “Now now. Be nice.” “That is nice,” she grumbled, burying her nose in his t-shirt. “You’re being mean and teasing.” “I’m sorry sweet thing,” he kissed the top of her head. “But yes… We’ll have this little nap and we can decide what to do about dinner later on when you’re feeling better.” Shelly nodded, purring softly. “Sounds good, master.” Gerard hummed. “Alright. Sleep well sweetheart.” She yawned softly before she settled again, for the final time. He could still hear her purring, but the volume was decreasing as she fell asleep. That always happened - she’d quieten down as she fell asleep, but once she was in a proper sleep, she would often start purring again. And when she was like that, she purred like a tank - if she was leaning on him, even if it was just her head on his arm, he could feel her purring. Gerard fiddled with the blanket again, making sure that she was definitely completely covered before he buried his nose in her hair. One of her ears tickled his cheek and he chuckled, feeling her tail tighten around his wrist, although that was more affectionate than a warning. Her tail would often act a little like an extra hand - so it coiling around his arm or his wrist or something always just meant that she wanted to hold onto him. He’d learnt that quickly and didn’t mind it in the slightest. He was still awake for the most part, still slowly stroking her hair, a little while later when she started to purr again. He could feel the rumble of it on his chest. It had been a bit strange, the first time he’d felt it, especially when they’d fallen asleep together and he’d felt it against his chest instead of his arm. Very strange. But now he liked that feeling. If anything, he found it soothing. Yeah, he thought. Keeping her was a good idea. He could get used to this.

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[thewordworrier]

OTPtober 2022 - Dance

OTPtober Masterlist Word count: 2,874 words. ‘Warnings’: FOC / a lil suggestiveness. AU: Stripper/Exotic Performer AU Notes: See previous notes on... The High School AU one, about me making stuff up as I go - I don’t know exactly how things work, so this is my own bastardised version.

[In which the band doesn’t exist either] Frank drags Gerard to a new Fancy club that’s opened up where a particular perfomer catches his eye. 

“Honestly Frank, are you sure this is what you want?” Gerard glanced up from looking at a website on his phone. Frank snorted. “Of course!” Gerard groaned and shook his head  “But why?” “Because it’s a new place but I’ve heard rave reviews about it,” he grinned slyly. “And about the girls too.” “You dog.” Frank just laughed. “No, seriously, it’s way more classy than you think. The girls are like, performers? There are dancers, sure, but then! But then there’s the Main Stage Girls who are on a totally different level and -” “And you want to go for the artistry,” Gerard said with a roll of his eyes and a slight smile. “Oh of course,” Frank nodded solemnly, but he couldn’t keep a straight face and soon he was breaking into a grin. “C’mon, Gerard. A night of some good entertainment, looking at some pretty girls, seeing some pretty girls half dressed…” Gerard wrinkled his nose. “It’s their choice,” Frank reasoned with a shrug and a small smile. “And they’re safe there. They’re looked after.” “Hmn,” Gerard thought about this for a moment, picking up his phone to look at the website again. “It’s a nice place,” Frank said. “I know a few people who’ve been. The girls are really respected. It’s not nasty.” Gerard sighed deeply. “Oh, I suppose I can go once.” Frank beamed. “Awesome! Leave it up to me to sort out everything and I’ll get back to you.” “Sure thing,” Gerard wasn’t sure what needed ‘sorting out’ but he was just going to leave Frank to do whatever it was he had to do. — They turned up to this new, almost elite club a few days later, dressed reasonably smartly - nothing too over the top but nothing too scruffy either. They apparently had the same train of thought, because they had both shaved. Frank had found that amusing, at least. Once they’d managed to get inside, Gerard let Frank lead the way because he seemed to know where he was going and what he was doing. He was a bit surprised when Frank spoke with one of the people working, and even more surprised when that person led them both to a really comfortable looking pair of chairs, which were pretty close to the stage. The staff member handed them menus (mostly a drink menu with a section for snacks) before leaving them alone for a few minutes to look over those. “Um, Frank, this area feels expensive?” Frank waved it off a little bit. “Don’t worry about it.” “How much do I owe you?” “I said,” Frank fixed Gerard with a look. “Don’t worry about it dude.” Gerard sighed. “Will you at least let me buy my own drinks? Snacks?” “I’m not buying you a woman, if that’s what you mean by snack.” The other man laughed. “Frank!” Gerard scolded. “We’re not all horndogs like you.” Frank laughed a little louder. “Yeah, okay, you can buy your own drinks and stuff. I’ll let you know at the end of the night how much you owe me. I booked, so it’ll all go on my card and stuff.” “As long as you do let me know,” Gerard narrowed his eyes at his friend - Frank had a habit of saying these things but never accepting the money, or even asking for the money. Truthfully, that annoyed Gerard a little - most of the time the slightly older man was good for it; he would always try and say if he wasn’t. But Frank normally wouldn’t have any of that - he did have a better job than Gerard after all. Gerard didn’t mind, Frank had worked really hard to get where he was, and Gerard was doing what he wanted to do, but sometimes not being paid a little more kinda sucked. “I will,” Frank was busy looking at the menu. Gerard was about to protest, to point out that he didn’t always, when a waiter turned up to see if they were ready to order anything. They were; Frank ordered something lightly alcoholic and Gerard ordered something softer, and they both ordered a small selection of snacks to share. When the waiter left, Gerard noticed Frank look at his watch; their phones had been put into a lockbox before they were allowed to enter this room. Gerard respected that - it meant that no one could record the women or performers. Even if he did feel a bit weird without it, but, he would cope. He ultimately didn’t mind. “I don’t think it’s too long before the performances start,” Frank said, seeing Gerard looking at him. “How does it work here then?” Gerard adjusted his position in his chair. “As far as I know, we get treated to the stage performers so we can settle in out here and get comfortable, and so the other girls have time to get ready, or shift positions get changed; like if a dancer needs to swap with the wait staff or something,” Frank paused to think about it. “I think.” Gerard raised an eyebrow. “I’m curious as to how you know so much.” Frank just grinned at him. “Anyway. Once the Stage Performers are done, sometimes they come out and work the floor; either as dancers or wait staff or,” Frank waved a hand. “Or whatever. Some of the Stage Performers do more exclusive, private work too.” “Like, private room work?” Gerard asked, looking around a bit. “Mm hm.” “I bet that costs a small fortune,” the taller man muttered. Frank was about to reply when the waiter returned with their drinks and snacks. Frank and Gerard thanked him and he nodded before leaving. “Depends on the performer and depends on what you want, I think,” Frank said with a nod as he sipped his drink, checking his watch again. “Shouldn’t be too long now before the show starts.” As if on cue, the lights dimmed and a voice sounded out over the speakers. “Gentlemen! Welcome to the stage, the Queen of the Sea, our Seductive Songstress, Resident Temptress - Siren!” Gerard sunk a little deeper into his comfortable seat, only for the lights to go out completely. He heard Frank let out a soft cheer with some of the rest of the crowd as a spotlight illuminated the centre of the stage, where there was now a clamshell seat of sorts. Sitting on that seat was a woman, her clothing sparkling under the lights, bouncing off the pearls on her corset. The spotlight brightened, ever so slightly, as she stood up, the almost thigh high split in her floor length, figure hugging skirt revealed itself as she almost glided over to the mic stand. (Gerard would put good money, bad money, any money on that being a ‘mermaid’ skirt. He knew things!) This woman had hair the colour of red wine, a red on the cooler side, the blue-purple spectrum, instead of the warmer orange-yellow shade. Gerard was an artist, he couldn’t help but notice this stuff. Loosely curled and purposely styled with some volume on top - Gerard was sure there was a name for that but like hell could he think of it right then. She almost looked like she’d stepped out of the pages of a vintage fashion magazine and she was beautiful. Frank leant close to Gerard’s ear as the woman stepped closer to the mic, closer to where they were sitting and into the light better. “Well, there’s nothing little about that mermaid!” Gerard frowned, almost confused until Frank made a slight honking motion with his hands. Gerard’s eyes widened and he almost elbowed his friend. “Don’t be crude,” Gerard grumbled. Frank raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Dude, you know where we are, right?” “Yeah, but she's on the main stage?” Gerard frowned. “Surely she won’t be doing the same as some of the others?” “Sometimes the Main Stage performers do, I can’t speak for this one,” Frank shrugged a little bit before they turned their attention back to the stage. The woman on the stage barely even had time to say hello before it started. “Oi oi Angel! You want a pearl necklace to go with that top?” Gerard and Frank exchanged a look and pulled a face. That man was not talking about some fancy, expensive jewellery. Siren smiled as she fiddled with her microphone, before turning to where that other voice came from. “I’m not Angel, she’s not working today, and judging by the state of you, I don’t think you could produce an adequate amount of ‘pearls’ for anyone’s satisfaction.” The crowd seemed to find this amusing. The heckler obviously didn't though because he stood up quite violently. Siren glanced towards a tall man, dressed in all black near the stage. “Darling,” she almost cooed. “Would you mind taking out the trash?” Gerard found himself laughing along with some of the rest of the crowd as the heckler was escorted out of the room. Siren watched until the door closed behind the security guard before she cleared her throat softly, drawing people’s attention back to her. “For those of you who are new here,” she started. Gerard swore that she glanced over to him and Frank. Though he felt like she looked at him more. He wouldn’t put money on that, though, he really felt like she did. “Hi and welcome. Let that be a lesson to you; we don’t take kindly to disrespect here. Towards any of us, male workers or female workers; stage workers or floor workers. As long as you are a decent human being, we’ll all get along just fine.” She smiled brightly at the audience. “Now, where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?” She handled it really professionally, Gerard thought, sipping his… Possibly third soda as he watched her and listened to her - it wasn’t too long before she managed to seamlessly transition from speaking to song and… Gerard was absolutely transfixed. Frank had glanced at his friend not long after Siren had started singing, and… Yup. Gerard looked absolutely captivated by the woman on stage. Just like Frank had expected. Well, she was called Siren for a reason, but he also knew that his friend had a penchant for women who looked like that - big eyes and smiles and curves for days. A woman you could hold without breaking; hold and grab and squeeze. Frank wasn’t surprised that Gerard didn’t take his eyes off of the red-head for her entire performance. He was even less surprised to hear Gerard sigh in disappointment when she left the stage after introducing the next act. To give Gerard his credit though, he did watch the next few acts - maybe not as intently, but he still watched them. Frank was pretty pleased with him for that, but then again, Gerard was quite well mannered, and it was just polite to watch people who were performing for you. Especially when you paid to get in. Once the stage performances were over, the lights went up a little - not too much as bright lights were neither private or flattering, but enough to mostly see what you were doing, or to see someone in front of your face. The two men sat quietly together, catching up on their own jobs and watching the staff walk around working - whether they were the girls (or boys) of the club or the wait staff. They’d occasionally stop mid conversation to watch one of the scantily clad (but not naked) girls take to one of the smaller stages (tables almost) to dance for the surrounding crowd. The main stage remained empty for now. Someone, maybe wait staff Gerard thought, approached them and had a quiet word in Frank’s ear. Frank nodded before leaning closer so Gerard could hear him. “I’ll be back in a minute, okay?” Gerard nodded. “Alright.” While Frank was gone, Gerard spent his time observing his surroundings, eating some of the leftover snacks and sort of… Spacing out a little. He was pretty aware that he was doing this though, and just hoped that it didn’t look like he was staring at anyone. (It didn’t - it just looked like he was very interested in the floor.) This was how Frank found him when the tattooed man returned not too long later; Gerard focused on the floor, nibbling his bottom lip. Frank knew him well enough to know that he was probably lost in his head, so he tried clearing his throat to catch Gerard’s attention first, only using his voice when that didn’t work. “Gerard,” Frank called gently. Gerard looked up and had to do a double take - his jaw almost dropped. The red-head, Siren, was standing next to Frank. She was still wearing the same corset-top but the skirt had been swapped out for tight, short and sparkly shorts in roughly the same colour; the rest of her legs covered in what Gerard assumed to be some kind of scale-print tights in a slightly lighter colour. He was pretty sure that she was wearing heels, because she was almost the same height as Frank, but he didn't get as far as her feet. He almost stumbled when he got up to his own feet, to be polite. Frank had the biggest grin on his face. “Siren, this is my friend Gerard. Gerard, Siren.” “H- hi,” Gerard managed to say after a minute. She smiled and held her hand out, which Gerard shook gently. “Pleased to meet you.” “S- same,” Gerard said. Frank grinned at Gerard’s slight awkwardness and excused himself, laughing softly at the wide eyed “wait, no!” look Gerard gave him, Siren giggled and gestured for Gerard to sit back down. “Before you fall down, sweetie.” Gerard nodded gratefully and sunk into his chair, taking the time to look her over for a moment before he shook his head at himself. “Oh! Please, take Frank’s seat if you want.” Siren nodded and settled into Frank’s seat, angling herself so she was facing him and leaning towards him. This put a little more of an emphasis on the effect her corset top had on her chest. Which Gerard noticed, and tried to pretend that he hadn’t. Siren noticed this though, but she was good at noticing that sort of thing. “You’re a new face,” she said quietly. “You’re a pretty new face too.” Gerard swallowed. “What about Frank?” The red-head grinned. “Familiar sight for sore eyes.” “But…” Gerard frowned. “This place hasn’t been open that long? He said he hadn’t been yet? You know him?” “I do know him,” Siren hummed and shook her head. “Not really my place to talk about that. But it’s not Frank I want to talk about anyway.” “O- oh?” “I’d like to talk about you.” Gerard swallowed. “Um… I… I don’t have a lot of money…” “Oh honey,” she shook her head again. “You don’t need to worry about that.” He frowned for a moment. “Has Frank paid -” “All Frank has done,” she cut him off. “Is bring you here, and bring me over to you.” Gerard just looked confused, which she noticed before sighing. “Would it help if we went somewhere else?” She tilted her head. “Somewhere quieter? Somewhere not here? Just to talk.” “I… Why me?” He glanced around a little. “Because I know Frank, and he talks about you,” she said simply. “And I like what he says.” Gerard went pink and focused on his hands for a moment. That shouldn’t be a problem, right? She was friends with Frank, and she seemed really nice, even though he didn’t really know much about her… But Frank had never really steered him wrong. Siren could sense his unease and it made her feel soft, and almost protective of him. “I know this is very strange, but I think Frank wanted you to see me in my element,” she paused and smiled, “and I saw how you were looking at me when I was on stage.” He went from pink to red and put his face in his hands. “Oh god.” Siren shifted to kneel in front of him. “Oh, sugar, it’s okay. I don’t get men looking at me like that. You were appreciative of something other than my looks.” “You are very pretty though,” he mumbled, still hiding behind his hands. “You’re dressed a little differently than the other women too.” “I mean, if you want more, you can have some more…” He looked up at her quickly, spluttered a little and stammered. “I can’t… I can’t pay.” “Tch, Gerard, it’s not like that here.” She tilted her head, still knelt on the floor in front of him. “Unless you want that, that can be arranged. I mean, I wouldn’t mind performing more for you.” Gerard’s eyes widened and he almost whimpered. “I would like to talk to you a bit more, if that’s something you’re interested in too,” Siren smiled gently at him. “I doubt Frank’s said much about me that you’d recognise. He wouldn’t talk about me as Siren.” “Oh, yeah, I guess that would be a stage name, right?” He watched her nod. “So what’s your real name?” She smiled brightly. “I will tell you, if you come and get coffee with me.”

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[thewordworrier]

OTPtober 2022 - Modern AU

OTPtober Masterlist Word count: 5,619 words. ‘Warnings’: FOC, established relationship, a little suggestive here and there. AU: Modern AU. Notes: This... I had fun once I had an idea. It’s a little bit... Indulgent, a little bit... Almost lightly crack like. Yes, I know I’ve used one of those moodboard pictures before. And yes, this is the longest one but I still consider this short for me.

Bit difficult to come up with a ‘modern AU’ when your main setting is the current here and now but... Here we go.

[Set somewhere between the end of the Revenge Tours and the beginning of The Black Parade tours - I think. Again, not sure if this would be considered ‘canon’ but that’s where it would live.] Gerard shifted in his sleep to reach for the woman that should’ve been in bed beside him. He blinked himself a little more awake and frowned when he confirmed that her side of the bed was empty. “Hm,” he muttered as he shifted across the bed, essentially lying on her side to check the clock on her bedside table. The sheets on her side of the bed were… Not cold exactly, but not warm either. She must’ve gotten up a short while ago. Maybe she went to get a drink or something? But he didn’t think that she normally took that long to do that - it took her a little longer to get a drink than it did for her to go to the bathroom, but she always came back and he really had the feeling that she would normally be back by now. With a yawn, Gerard sat up and dragged himself out of bed, groping around under his pillow for the t-shirt he’d normally sleep in, providing Shelly let him. He pulled it on when he found it before leaving the bedroom to go and find his woman. Shelly was curled up on her side of the couch, wearing the t-shirt he’d been wearing the day before, before she’d dragged him to bed and stripped him out of it. Not that he’d been resistant in any way, shape or form though. He assumed that she’d put her panties back on, but it wasn’t like he’d checked the bedroom floor for those before coming out to find her. It seemed like something she’d do  - it didn’t seem like she’d curl up on the couch not wearing them. He smiled a little as he looked at her. She had clearly just slipped out of bed, put the clothes back on and made her way to the sofa - she still had a bit of a bedhead, but it suited her. He moved a little closer and it was then that he noticed that she was writing. Out of habit, he waited until she paused and clicked her pen ‘closed’ before she leant her chin on her hand to think. Once she did that he cleared his throat very softly, hoping not to startle her too badly. “Babe?” She sat up properly and looked over to where his voice came from, smiling brightly when she saw him. “Hi.” “You alright? What’re you doing out here?” Shelly hummed a little bit and rubbed the back of her neck. “I didn’t want to wake you…” Gerard shook his head gently and crossed the room to sit next to her. “I don’t mind if you do, you know that.” “Hmm,” she shifted in her spot so she could kiss his cheek, smiling when he turned his head so he could kiss her lips afterwards. “That’s because you are a whipped man, Gerard Way.” He grinned widely and kissed her again. “No, not whipped. I’m just in love.” Shelly cooed and giggled. “I love you too.” Gerard shuffled until he was sitting right up against her and slid an arm around her waist before he nuzzled into her hair. “I saw you writing.” “Mm hm,” she leant against him a little bit and hummed happily when he cuddled her tightly. “Did you have another one of your dreams?” He kissed the top of her head. “I did, yeah.” Shelly tilted her head up and kissed his jaw, giggling when he let out a soft ‘huh’ noise. Gerard cupped her face in both of his palms and kissed her properly, smiling as she giggled against his lips. “Mm, you know I love you because I kiss you when you’ve not long woken up,” Shelly grinned at him. “You’re very lucky.” “Oh, I know I am,” he went to kiss her again, half expecting her to playfully shove him away, but was very happily surprised when she grabbed at his t-shirt instead to pull him closer, to kiss him harder. “So lucky,” he whispered when she pulled away first. “You could’ve picked absolutely anyone and you picked me.” Shelly snorted very softly and retrieved her notebook and pen. “Back to bed?” Gerard nodded and followed her eagerly. “Are you going to tell me about the new dream?” “Mm, maybe in the morning, or we’ll stay up talking about it for hours again,” Shelly put her notebook on her side table before getting back into bed. “Maybe you’ll have another one between going back to sleep and waking up again?��� Gerard joined her. “Or maybe I’ll be thrown back into the one I woke up from and I’ll get more details,” Shelly said with a shrug before grabbing the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing and pulling it over her head. Gerard watched this completely unashamedly, tilting his head as inches and inches of her bare skin were revealed to him, including the tattoo just under her bust. He laughed when she gently threw the t-shirt at his face before sinking down under the blankets. “Pervert,” she muttered with a grin. “Well, you will sleep wearing next to nothing,” he tossed the t-shirt over her for it to land on the floor on her side of the bed. She smiled sweetly and snuggled up to him. “I don’t hear you ever complaining.” “Hmmm,” Gerard turned out the light before cuddling her close. “Maybe…” Shelly just giggled and hummed as she felt his fingers trailing over the bare skin of her back. “I wouldn’t have you any other way though, I love you just as you are.” Gerard hugged her very tightly, making her squeak in surprise. “I love you too, so much.” “Mm, good, Now, go to sleep and we’ll talk about it all in the morning.” “Yes ma’am.” — They didn’t get a chance to settle down together until about lunchtime the next day; Shelly joined him on the couch and curled up next to him, her notebook in her hands. “Did you get thrown back into the same dream in the end?” Gerard asked, adjusting his position so she could get closer. “Mm, kinda. It was a little hazier though.” “Did you get anything new?” He watched her shake her head. “That’s a shame.” “Kinda,” Shelly opened her notebook and flicked through the pages slowly. “I don’t know how I feel about the newest one.” Gerard frowned. “Okay, what was it about?” Shelly wrinkled her nose. “A parent teacher thing.” He raised an eyebrow. “Who was who?” “Teacher,” she pointed to herself before pointing to him. “Parent.” Gerard raised both eyebrows. “Our kid?” Shelly shook her head. “Someone else’s. I don’t know who, don’t know if she was in the picture or not; guess she wasn’t or you wouldn’t’ve been flirting with me.” “I… True.” Gerard kissed the side of her head. “How old was the kid?” “Er,” Shelly checked her notebook. “About five? And we had a bigger age gap too.” “Let me guess. You were a sweet young thing and I was much older,” he watched her nod before he chuckled. “Did the sweet, little kindergarten teacher get corrupted by the… What was I?” “Still famous, though I don’t know how exactly,” she shook her head before she grinned slightly. “At least I wasn’t the babysitter this time.” Gerard almost choked on his coffee. “Yeah, you wrinkled your nose at that one too.” “Hmn!” She huffed very softly. “Now,” Gerard wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer. “Why is that?” “I…” She shook her head and snuggled against him. “It’s stupid.” “It’s not stupid love, it’s something you clearly don’t like,” Gerard kissed the top of her head. “It’s just a dream and it’s dumb,” Shelly mumbled against his chest as he held her. She heard him hum softly and he started stroking her hair. This continued for a few minutes until she sighed. “I don’t like the idea of you with someone else.” “Oh love,” Gerard kissed the top of her head again. “You’re right - it’s just a dream. But it ended like the others, right?” He felt her nod against him. “Then you have nothing to worry about.” “But the kids…” “Aren’t real babe,” he whispered. “I don’t have kids with any other women. No-one’s gonna come out of the woodwork and try to steal me from you. Okay? They won’t win.” Shelly huffed once more before sighing again - much deeper this time. “Yeah, I know. I know.” He hooked his fingers under her chin and gently tilted her face up so she was looking at him. She went a little cross eyed at first before he smiled and pressed his lips against hers, feeling her relax against him a little. “Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I’m yours.” The sigh that escaped her this time was more of a dreamy sigh. “And I’m yours.” “Good.” Shelly paused and nibbled her bottom lip, her cheeks going pink. Gerard noticed this and nudged her gently until she rolled her eyes, going redder as she spoke. “You were really good with the kids though, in both dreams,” Shelly hummed, avoiding his eyes. “You were such a good dad.” Gerard watched her face change from pink to red as she spoke and smiled, burying his nose in her hair. “Well, at least I have that going for me.” Shelly giggled softly against his chest. “Mm, there is that.” “So, you didn’t like that one?” He felt her shake her head. “But we still ended up together?” “Mm! Yes, we always do.” “That’s good,” he leant his cheek against the top of her head. “So, what else have we had so far?” “Ooooh,” Shelly straightened up a tiny bit without making him move and flipped back to the front of her notebook. “Let’s see…” Gerard stayed quiet as she familiarised herself with the words on the pages, kissing the side of her head as he nuzzled into her hair. “Oh okay, here we go,” she said after a few minutes. “We have had, you as a vampire and me as your more than willing human juicebox -” He interrupted her with a snort of a laugh, smiling and biting his bottom lip when she gave him A Look. “Oh, babe, your wording.” Shelly just offered him a bright smile before she continued. “We have role reversals of our reality -” “Where you’re famous and I’m not?” Gerard asked, getting another Look for interrupting her again. He grinned and kissed her cheek. “That’s how it should be, really.” “Oh, pfffft, hush you. I couldn’t do what you do. I’m not sure I could cope.” “If the roles were reversed,” he leant his cheek against her head. “And you were famous and I was your assistant, I’d do everything to make sure that you were alright.” Shelly moved her book aside to twist around and kiss him, taking him by surprise. She smiled against his lips as his arms wrapped around her waist to hold her close to him - she would never complain or resist that because being close to him was one of her favourite things. “You’re too good to me,” she whispered near his lips. “And good for me too.” Gerard grinned at her. “You’ve dreamt about that, too, haven’t you?” It took Shelly a minute to figure out what he was talking about before she blushed and cleared her throat. “Not my fault, and I don’t think this really counts…” He loosened his grip on her waist as she twisted back around to put her back against his chest. When she was settled again, he leant his chin on her shoulder so he could speak quietly near her ear. “I don’t know,” he said softly. “I think it counts. Me being a good boy for you,” he grinned as giggled. “And then flipping it so that you’re a good girl for me…” Shelly whined softly and covered her face with her hands. “You dreamt about it before we tried it for the first time,” Gerard kissed the side of her neck as he gently took her wrists to get her to uncover her face. “I think it ended up going quite well. Plus, you wrote it down before we spoke about it.” Shelly hummed, still pink in the face before turning the page in her notebook. Gerard chuckled against her shoulder but otherwise stayed quiet, lightly kissing and nuzzling her neck until she cleared her throat. “Anyway… There’s the High School one where I’m a cheerleader and you’re my quiet and shy best friend. Or where you’re the confident bad boy and I’m the quiet and somewhat shy new girl from overseas,” she continued, glancing up at him. He rubbed his chin a little bit as he listened to her and she noticed him tilt his head. She giggled and grinned. “You’re thinking about me in a cheerleading uniform, aren’t you?” Gerard’s face went pink and he smiled. “I’m not not thinking about you in a cheerleading uniform…” Shelly muttered something under her breath and giggled when he gently poked her in the side. “And what was that? I didn’t quite catch that.” “I said, you just like seeing me in skirts…” Gerard nodded and held her a bit tighter. “That’s true. You look great in skirts.” “You just like it when I wear stockings,” Shelly leant back against his chest happily and giggled when he groaned softly against her neck. “Oh, god, yeah.” Gerard smiled, his chin back on her shoulder now. “Plus the convenience of a skirt is very… Alluring to me.” “Pervert,” she tutted playfully. “Only for you.” Shelly hummed happily and looked through her notebook again before she continued. “We have the stripper ones too.” “Who was the stripper first?” “You,” she giggled before she almost purred. “I can buy that. I’ve seen your stage antics.” “Oh god,” he mumbled, hiding his face against her before huffing a little. “Yeah, I hope you saw my stage antics, I was trying to get your attention a lot at the beginning.” “You always had it darling.” Gerard carefully swiped her notebook and put it aside before pouncing on her, getting her on her back on the couch. Shelly squeaked but ultimately let him pounce on her, giggling when he started covering her face and neck in kisses. When he finally got to her lips she refused to let him move from there, winding her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a long, deep kiss. Once he’d accepted that he wasn’t going to be allowed to move away any time soon, he allowed himself to settle on top of her. He didn’t normally like to put his weight on her because he felt a bit nervous about it. But he knew that she didn’t mind because she normally asked him to pin her down and put his weight on her - she liked it. Just like he liked it when she tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged - it doesn’t matter if she was gentle or a little bit rougher, it drove him crazy. In a good way. “Babe,” he whined at her when she tugged on his hair to get him to stop kissing her. “Babe, why?” “Why what?” She tapped his shoulder to get him to move. “Why did you stop?” Gerard sat back up and settled on the sofa comfortably. “Because,” she grabbed her notebook and sat over his lap, a little like the bridal carry. She liked this because it meant that she could rest her head on his shoulder or his chest. “That’s enough of that.” Gerard wrapped an arm around her and huffed softly into her hair. “I was enjoying it.” “I know,” she cooed, kissing his jaw. “But if we get too carried away…” “I don’t see how that’s a bad thing,” he kissed the top of her head. “I mean, we’re consenting adults?” “Mm, always, but maybe later.” Shelly giggled at his pout. “Um, anyway. You were the stripper first and,” she hummed happily. “Oh baby, I’d pay for that.” Gerard went bright pink. “You’d make a good dancer…” “Oh, I know it,” she laughed. “Let’s see, what else do we have?” “Didn’t you mention one about… Pets?” He peered over her shoulder, not that he could read her handwriting from that distance, and not that he was really trying to. “Mm. In regards to like, anime cat girls and BDSM sub pets,” she heard Gerard sigh softly, in a positive way. “You like that second one, don’t you?” “Yes miss,” he kissed the side of her neck. “But you liked it too?” “Mm, yes indeed, but I am a switch so,” she squirmed against him as he sucked her neck gently. “Gee, not now.” He chuckled. “You like calling me Sir, I think?” “Yeah,” the word was more a rushed out breath, quickly followed by a swallow. “Yeah, it’s kinda hot.” “That reminds me; there was one in which I was your teacher, right?” “My art teacher in one,” Shelly nodded. “I believe you mentioned there was a focus on sculpting in that one, and I was your English teacher in another?” Shelly giggled and went pink. “Mm hm. And you found my erotic fiction work for a different teacher very interesting.” “I still find those ideas very interesting,” Gerard nipped at her earlobe. “Plus, you know, skirts.” “You just wanna bend me over a desk,” Shelly reached back to gently pet his hair. “Behave Gerard.” Gerard grumbled softly and resumed cuddling her tightly. “Yes, ma’am.” “Good boy.” He whined before shaking his head at himself and clearing his throat. “I liked that dream you had about me needing a fake date.” Shelly frowned and leafed through the pages. “Oh! The one where you were fancy and rich?” “That’s the one.” “And difficult?” She added, shooting him a grin. “Ye- wait. No! I wasn’t difficult! I’m not!” He pouted at her only for her to turn around and kiss him softly. “Am I?” “No baby,” Shelly whispered, nuzzling the tip of her nose against his. “You’re not difficult. Not at all.” This seemed to soothe him but he still buried his face against her neck for a few minutes. He felt her start to hum as he heard the rustling of paper, so he peeked over her shoulder again, looking at the pages with a frown. “I don’t remember that ink colour.” Shelly felt him move before tilting her head as he spoke, looking down at the words, re-reading them to jog her memory. Once she actually remembered what it was, she blushed. And, unfortunately for her, Gerard noticed. “Why are you blushing? Is this one rude?” With a shake of her head, she turned the pages until the ink colour changed. “It’s not rude, it’s just… A little embarrassing. And you won’t remember it because it’s one I haven’t spoken to you about.” “Shelly,” Gerard started to stroke her hair, tucking it behind her ear. “I’m never going to judge you, you know that right? You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything around me.” “I… I know, I just…” She leant into his touch. “It’s just a little bit forward. I’m a bit embarrassed about it. It’s a bit much.” Gerard studied her face for a moment, maintaining eye contact with her until she bit her bottom lip and glanced back down into her lap where her hands were now covering the pages so he couldn’t read them. He hummed softly and covered her hand with his, curling his fingers under hers to hold her hands. “C’mon love,” he said softly. “Let me see?” Shelly shook her head once, watching him gently squeeze her hands. “No.” “Baby,” he whispered. “I’m not gonna judge you or tease you or anything…” The blonde let out a soft whine, her face bright pink. “Please,” Gerard let one of her hands go and tilted her chin up to look at her. “Pretty please?” “You promise you won’t tease me or think any less of me?” “Shelly, never.” He replied instantly. “I could never. Besides, you can’t control what you dream about, it would be unfair to tease you.” Shelly frowned as she studied his face for a moment. She sighed and glanced back down as she removed her hands from the pages. “Go on then…” He heard her whisper before gently moving the notebook just a little bit so he could read it better, unaware that she kept peeking up at him as he read, trying to get a read on how he felt about it all. When he finished, he looked back at her to catch her looking at him. He smiled softly and cupped one hand around her face to keep her looking at him, not that she’d ever complain about that. She blinked rapidly up at him before looking cutely confused until he closed the gap and kissed her again, feeling her hum against his mouth. It was a soft, short kiss but he felt her relax before he pulled away enough to talk. “Babies?” Gerard whispered. “You want babies one day?” Shelly, still blushing - actually if anything, she was blushing more now, nodded gently. “Y- yes.” “You wanna be a mama?” Gerard asked, his voice a little bit louder but not too much so. He rested his forehead against hers. “Mm hm.” She swallowed. “But, I’m in no hurry, not yet.” “I…” He nipped his bottom lip. “I think we can arrange that, if that’s something you want with me.” “Oh! Um…” Gerard felt his face starting to rapidly heat up. “But if not with me, then that’s okay! I- We don’t have to have that conversation right now, it’s fine! We don’t have to have it at all, um -” Shelly kissed him to shush him. “I think you’ll be a great mama,” he whispered when she pulled away, smiling when he saw her brighten at that. “What else have you got written in there?” “There was a priest one - in a confessional,” she said quietly, returning to lean against his chest. “That was really hot.” “The dream or when we -” “Shush!” Shelly buried her face in his chest and huffed when he laughed. Gerard chuckled and stroked her hair again. “Didn’t you mention one about an arranged marriage once?” “Maybe twice. One was sorta futuristic, almost? And another was more, um, regency era? That one was more of a bizarre love triangle.” “Mm.” Gerard stayed quiet for a moment, enjoying the cuddle time, to be honest. He kissed the top of her head before chuckling. “What?” “I like the idea of you in one of those regency dresses…” Shelly frowned while she tried to remember what they looked like before she snorted. “You just wanna see what it does to my boobs.” Gerard laughed. “Can’t blame a guy for loving his woman.” “Hmm…” He shifted so he could speak closer to her ear. “All of his woman.” Shelly felt herself shiver a little at his tone of voice before she cleared her throat. “Behave Gee.” He grinned against her neck, pressing a kiss there before leaning his chin on her shoulder. “Are there any more?” “Um, I’m not sure.” “You mentioned a vampire one earlier, who was the vampire again?” “You, of course,” she rolled her eyes playfully. “You will write a song called ‘Vampires Will Never Hurt You’ after all.” “You’ve never been one?” Gerard asked, feeling her shake her head. “Oh, well that’s a shame.” “I did have a dream where I was a succubus and you were a very sweet, very innocent and very frustrated college boy…” Gerard coughed slightly and nuzzled her neck. “Hmm, that sounds… Interesting. Were you good to me?” “Oh babe, I’m always good to you,” Shelly turned her head to kiss what she could reach. “Dream or not.” “Was I good for you?” “Of course. You always are.” Gerard hummed throatily. “That’s because you make it worth it, being good for and to you. You make me want to be good.” Shelly giggled and Gerard moved her notebook to the coffee table again, before leaning over her. She raised an eyebrow at him before beckoning him back down. He complied, more than willingly and they kissed for a little bit, Shelly shifting a little further onto her back and hooking one leg around his. Gerard would never complain about this, ever, especially not when she kissed him like that. He hummed into her mouth and against her tongue when she started running her fingers through his hair. “Ma’am,” he murmured against her lips. “Ma’am…” “Mm?” “You need to stop that,” he continued softly, although he refused to move away so she was forced to stop. “Why?” Shelly tangled the fingers of both hands in his hair, pausing in the stroking of it. “You like it.” “I know I do,” he tentatively started kissing along her jaw, wondering if she’d use his hair to pull him back into place. When she didn’t, he started kissing down her neck. “But you need to stop, because you know what it does to me.” Shelly just giggled and stretched out a little more underneath him, removing her hands and fingers from his hair (much to his disappointment). “I like what it does to you.” “I bet,” he licked and nipped at her throat. “Because you normally benefit from it.” “Can’t blame me for liking that.” “Mm, can’t blame me for liking it when you like that.” He kissed a little lower until he practically had his face in between her boobs, before he pulled down the neckline of her top so he could get to her skin. Shelly sighed softly, feeling him pressing kisses to the fleshiest part of her breast before he started nipping at the skin, covering the nips with little kitten licks afterwards. “Gerard…” “Hmm?” “What’re you up to sweetheart?” Shelly petted his hair gently. “Nothing,” Gerard nestled against her for a moment, trying to rest his ear over her heart. “I really wanna take you to bed though…” She was about to scold him when their cellphones beeped or buzzed on the table. At the same time. That was weird. Gerard untangled himself from her, taking a moment to glance down at her as he was essentially kneeling between her legs. Her eyes travelled over him, smiling at his disheveledness before she giggled. Gerard had to use every ounce of self restraint he possessed to not just pounce on her there and then on the couch and instead reach for their phones. “Here, little minx,” he said as he handed hers over. “Thank you,” Shelly sat up a little better and ran a hand over her own hair to try and straighten it before she checked her phone. “Did you get a message from Frank too?” “I think it’s a group message?” Gerard messed with his own hair for a moment, his other hand holding his phone. “You won’t believe what I’ve found,” Shelly read from her own screen before frowning at the link he shared. Gerard looked up from reading the message himself in time for him to see her brain working (she recognised part of the url) and in time for him to see her eyes go quite wide. “What?” “Oh no!” She sat up straighter and started typing. He glanced down to the group message (just the three of them) to see Shelly’s reply of: What do you mean ‘found’ Frankie? What on earth were you looking for to find this? “Shelly?” He asked quietly, watching her focus a bit too hard on her phone screen as she nibbled her bottom lip. “Oh god,” she groaned. Gerard tapped the link and waited for it to load. Once it had, his eyes scanned the page and widened as he focused on a particular line: Gerard Way x Ashely ‘Shelly’ Sketcher x Frank Iero. Shelly had looked up to reply to him and saw his expression change. “You clicked the link didn’t you?” He just nodded. “You’re regretting that, aren’t you?” Shelly couldn’t help but smile at the look on his face. “I… I don’t know. I’m confused?” She leant forward and took his phone out of his hands. “Hey!” “Well, don’t read it!” She put his phone down her shirt, even though that wouldn’t stop him from going to retrieve it. “At least, not until I’ve read it first.” Gerard snorted. “Did he reply to you yet?” Shelly checked her own phone before starting to type again. “Yeah he did.” “What did he say? Has he read it?” “Hang on, I’ll tell you in a minute, and I don’t know, I’ll ask.” She typed out a message very quickly before hitting send and scrolling up a little. Gerard waited. He could’ve made a move to get his phone out from inside her shirt (while copping a feel at the same time - he knew that she wouldn’t mind) but… “He says,” she read the message to herself again and snorted. “He says that a fan tweeted something at him and he kinda fell down a rabbit hole after that.” Gerard let out a little groan. “He needs to not encourage some of the fans like that.” “Mm, I know. I don’t think someone tweeted this one at him, I think he found this one himself.” “I don’t know if that makes it better or worse, to be honest.” Shelly grinned slightly at this little confession. “I think he was just searching for himself, not for this specifically if I’m going to be honest with you.” Gerard hummed as he thought about it, leaning forward and hooking a finger in the neckline of her top before peering down it. Yup, she’d nestled his phone right between her breasts, and she was wearing one of those bras that lifted and presented those things so nicely - he wasn’t sure what the style was called, he just knew that he enjoyed it very much. He glanced up to see her watching him, an eyebrow quirked. He smiled at her and her expression softened as she giggled. “You like these ones, don’t you?” She asked softly, arching her back a little so her chest stuck out, grinning more when he nodded. “You just like it when my bras make it look like my boobs are going to fall out…” “Can’t blame me for that…” She was about to scold him when their group chat sounded again, so instead she checked that. “Did you ask him if he’d read that one he linked?” Gerard asked quietly. “I did ask, yeah…” She read the message again and went very pink. “He, um… He has read it. He says that it’s pretty hot…” Gerard tilted his head as he watched her expression change and he couldn’t help but smile as she went very, very pink. “You wanna read it, don’t you?” “Oh, shush, no it’s fine…” Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow at her. She caught his look and giggled softly. “Maybe I do, but only a little.” Their phones buzzed again and Shelly read the message out loud. “You don’t need to worry, lovebirds. That link is you two as an established couple and me as the third wheel.” Gerard noticed a soft expression cross Shelly’s face and he smiled before using the time while she was slightly distracted, to fish his phone out from down her top. She raised an eyebrow at him again as he did so but otherwise grinned. He leant forward to kiss her lips quickly before checking the group chat himself, just as Frank sent another message. “I’ve read a few things during my trip down the rabbit hole. The fans have written a lot, even stuff that predates you two announcing your relationship.” Shelly and Gerard looked up at each other after reading that message. She smiled and went pink, he grinned a little goofily at her before going pink himself. “I did hide it for a little while,” Shelly said quietly. “It’s entirely possible that someone picked up on it before you did.” “I tried to hide it too,” he admitted. “I don’t think I did a very good job, I mean, the others knew.” “The others are your brothers though,” Shelly cupped his cheek. “They know you very well and probably knew before you told them.” “Mm, probably,” Gerard kissed the palm of her hand. “People like writing about you two. Normally involves you sneaking around while on tour, because that’s hot apparently. Sometimes there’s some drama, but you two always end up together in the end.” Shelly finished reading that message before Gerard and watched him smile as he took the words in. He looked up from his screen to her face and smiled even more. “That’s the same as your dreams, isn’t it?” He asked softly, getting a nod in response. “We always end up together somehow.” The blonde giggled softly and nodded again. “I like that though… I love the idea that we’re always drawn back to each other. I love you, Gerard.” He leant forward and kissed her gently. “I love you too, Shelly.” “I think you’re my one, you know,” she brushed the tip of her nose against his. “I think that’s what the dreams and the fanfics are saying.” Gerard sighed happily. “Yeah, yeah, I like that. I love that and I love you.” She giggled and hummed. “Good.” “Now, I think we should read that link.”

#She Speaks #She Writes #my fan fic #Gerard Way x OC #OTPtober 2022 #OTPtober

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OTPtober 2022 - Cuddles

OTPtober Masterlist Word count: 2,804 words. ‘Warnings’: Married couple / FOC / Soft, sweet family fluff. AU: a ‘Normal’ AU - that is a regular, every day, here and now kinda deal. Notes: ~ I’m not sure if this is officially part of Shelly’s ‘canon’ but, here we go anyway.

Set during the MCR break up/rest period; specifically after the release of Hesitant Alien, and during a break in the Hesitant Alien tour - probably the gap between the August 28th 2014 show in Reading, Pennsylvania and the October 12th 2014 show in California.

Shelly hummed to herself as she pottered around her home. It was really early; not even Melody was awake yet - and her almost three year old could wake up really early. Actually, Shelly checked the clock in the kitchen, she was pretty sure that the tiny terror would be awake quite soon. Deciding to preempt the possibility of a tiny, noisy tornado, Shelly made her way to her daughter’s bedroom, carefully and quietly approaching the door to listen. She was a little surprised to hear… Nothing, for now. That was a little strange, but maybe she was going to sleep for a little longer. Shelly would take it though - it was the weekend and they had nothing planned so she could let the tiny one sleep in if she was going to do so naturally. So, Shelly crept away from her daughter’s bedroom and made her way back to her own. After pushing the door almost closed behind her, she padded across the room to get back in bed next to her husband, getting as close as she could without waking him. He was currently on a break from touring his solo album, Hesitant Alien, and while she was trying her best to go with him as much as she could, it was a little difficult with Melody being as little as she was. Then again, Shelly wasn’t sure if it would be easier if Melody was older. If she was older, they’d have to worry about Melody being in school… But on the other hand, she’d be in school? Shelly didn’t know, really; her brain was a little fried and tired. This was really the first time she’d had to properly solo parent since they’d had Melody - last time, when Gerard had gone to finish up the Danger Days tour with the other guys and she was home with the baby, she’d had her mother with her because Melody had been so young. Thankfully, the Hesitant Alien tour seemed to have a lot of breaks in it that were long enough for him to come home. That made her happy because she really missed him when he wasn’t around, and really missed being out there with him when she couldn’t be. She wasn’t sure if he’d planned this tour to be like this, but she was so grateful that it was. When she got close enough and had settled, she felt Gerard snake an arm around her to pull  her close enough to him for him to be able to bury his nose in her hair. He huffed a little bit and she giggled quietly. God, she missed him when he was away and she couldn’t be with him. Not being able to be with him when he was touring was very strange and truthfully she didn’t like it. She was so used to being able to go with him, to being his tour manager that the idea of someone else doing the job she knew so well… It made her a little jealous actually. She didn’t know why - it wasn’t like anyone who took her place would do the job as well or as thoroughly as she did. And she trusted Gerard with her whole self - mind, body, spirit and soul, so she knew that if anything happened, if anyone tried to follow exactly in her footsteps (by maybe getting too close to their boss -  him) he’d shut that down real fast. Gerard hummed into her hair and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, nuzzling her again afterwards. Shelly giggled again and looked up as she felt him move. “What’s so funny?” He asked quietly and huskily. “Nothing love,” she bit her bottom lip at the huskiness in his voice. “I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m sorry.” He just shook his head a bit, still speaking softly. “Been a little bit awake since you got up. Went to pull you to me and you weren’t there. The bed was still warm though, so I wasn’t too worried.” “Clearly,” she teased gently. “Because you went back to sleep.” Gerard grumbled and kissed her forehead. “What time is it?” “Doesn’t matter,” she adjusted the blankets. “It’s the weekend and we have nothing planned. Go back to sleep.” He seemed to think about this for a moment before wrapping his arm around her waist. “Is Melody awake yet?” “Don’t think so,” Shelly yawned and then muttered something under her breath. “Sorry love, you’ll have to let me up for a minute. Need to pee.” “Fine,” Gerard mock groaned but unwound himself from her. “Don’t be long, miss you.” “Sap,” Shelly giggled before padding to their bathroom. When she returned, after taking a tiny bit longer than normal, Gerard was in the middle of sitting up to get out of bed. “What are you doing?” “Thought I heard Melody,” he said as he ran his hand through his hair. “I’ll go, get back in bed.” “But -” Shelly raised an eyebrow at him, only to raise both as he grinned at her. “Do as you’re told.” “Yes, ma’am.” She turned on her heel, headed back over to him and kissed him really hard, grabbing the back of his neck as she did so. He squeaked in surprise into her mouth and hummed happily - he really loved it when she went all dominant and feisty, but when she went like that but hard like this; when she grabbed at him and when she was a little more forceful… Wow. When she pulled away, he whined. “Don’t call me that,” she whispered, inches away from his lips. “Because we don’t have time for the consequences.” Gerard huffed softly and pouted at her. “Are you sure that we don’t have time?” “Very sure,” she pressed her lips against his once more. “Extremely sure. You know I like to take my time when you call me that.” He swallowed quietly. “Please come back to bed, I’m sure we can make some time if we‘re quiet…” Shelly cupped his cheek in the palm of her hand and giggled a little as he nuzzled into her touch. She hummed and cupped his other cheek in her other hand, studying his face. He smiled at her and she smiled back. For a moment he thought that she was going to give in, especially when she leant close as if she was going to kiss him. “I don’t think so, pretty boy,” she whispered, her hands dropping from his face to his chest. “Not right now.” Gerard pouted at her words and squeaked as she pushed him back and away from her. He lost his balance and ended up on his back in their sheets. “Hey!” He called after her quietly, smiling and shaking his head a little as he heard her giggling as she left the room. He huffed to himself and settled down, getting comfortable. Shelly meanwhile stopped outside her daughter’s slightly ajar bedroom door and waited for a minute before nudging the door open just a little so she could peek around it. “Mama?” “Yes, baby,” Shelly moved around the door and went over to her daughter, who was sitting up in bed now. “Are you okay?” Melody rubbed her eyes and nodded a little before holding her arms out. Shelly smiled and leant down to wrap her arms around her daughter, nuzzling her gently. “Are you still sleepy?” “No mama,” Melody shook her head, but stayed snuggling against Shelly’s neck. “Not sleepy.” “Mmm,” Shelly let Melody go and sat on the edge of the girl’s bed. “So, if you’re not sleepy, then you don’t want to come and snuggle with mama?” “And daddy?” Melody asked. “And daddy,” Shelly nodded to confirm. “Noooo,” Melody pouted at her mother. “I wanna snuggle.” Shelly giggled. “Okay baby. You wanna come and snuggle with mama and daddy?” Melody nodded. “Please mama.” “Good girl,” Shelly kissed Melody’s forehead before helping her out of bed. “Let mama tidy your bed first, okay?” “Okay mama.” Shelly quickly straightened and made Melody’s bed before taking her hand and heading back to the master bedroom. Gerard sat up a little more as the bedroom door opened, and he smiled a little at the sight of his wife bringing their daughter in with her. “Oh hey.” “Someone isn’t really sleepy,” Shelly let go of Melody’s hand as the little girl ran over to the edge of the bed to see her father. “But someone still wants to snuggle with her parents.” “Is that right?” Gerard moved out of bed to pick up his daughter. “Hello pumpkin.” “Daddy!” Melody giggled as she was picked up before wrapping her arms around Gerard’s neck. “You wanna cuddle with mama and daddy?” He asked, nuzzling his daughter. “Yeah huh, please daddy.” “Okay then sweetheart,” Gerard put Melody down in the middle of the bed and got in beside her. He glanced over to where Shelly was still standing, watching them. “Mama, you coming?” Shelly smiled. “In a minute.” Gerard watched her wander into their bathroom and he frowned a little until Melody cuddled against him. “Hey sweetie, let’s snuggle down and wait for mama, yeah?” “Okay daddy. Mama be here soon?” “Yeah, pumpkin, soon.” Shelly pulled something out of a drawer and looked at it for a moment before she shook her head, threw it in the bathroom trash, washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. She sighed and huffed out a breath before heading back into the bedroom. “There she is,” Gerard said softly to Melody. Melody looked up from cuddling against her father. “Mama!” Shelly beamed. Melody was such a daddy’s girl but she clearly still loved her mother so very much and Shelly loved it when her daughter expressed that she still loved and missed and wanted her mother. “Hey baby,” Shelly joined the rest of her family and got herself comfortable. Melody shuffled around and snuggled up to her mother, giggling when Shelly wrapped her arms around her little girl. Gerard watched this with a small smile before catching Shelly’s eye and pouting. “Oh, I see,” he said, “I’m only good enough until mama comes back.” “No daddy, no!” Melody turned to Gerard, looking a little distraught. Gerard cooed to his daughter, made sure that Shelly and Melody were covered properly before turning the bedside lamp off and cuddling close to them both. “Oh pumpkin!” He squeezed his daughter a little bit. “No, daddy doesn’t mean that! Daddy’s only joking.” Melody pouted. “Not funny daddy.” Shelly giggled. “She’s right, that’s not funny daddy.” “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Gerard kissed the top of Melody’s head and nuzzled into her hair. “Daddy’s sorry.” “‘S okay daddy.” Melody patted at Gerard. “Still love you.” “Good girl,” Shelly whispered, kissing the side of Melody’s head. “Do you wanna snuggle up with daddy for a bit?” “Or do you wanna stay snuggling with mama?” Gerard finished. “Mama,” Melody said, starting to sound sleepy as she cuddled up against her mother. “Okay,” Gerard moved as close as he could get to them both, pulling the blankets up around them all. “Love you, pumpkin.” “Love you too daddy.” “Mama loves you too sweetheart.” “Love you too mama.” Gerard made sure he was touching his wife, even if it was just gently gripping the oversized t-shirt she liked to wear to bed. He knew that she liked this; that having a point of contact was important to her. She must’ve felt him touching her because he heard her hum happily. “You okay love?” Gerard whispered to her. Shelly nodded. “Very okay. Are you?” He nodded back. “Yeah. A little sleepy, but I'm happy. I’m good.” Shelly kissed the top of Melody’s head, and fell quiet as Gerard started to hum to them both. It didn’t take too long until his humming turned to soft singing - almost under his breath. She could hear it though, and she knew that Melody could too because the little girl shifted in her sleep, gently and comfortably, but so she could hear her father better. Melody had always loved it when Gerard hummed or sung to her, or to the both of them, and Shelly was pretty certain that was because Gerard used to sing to her belly when she was pregnant. And he continued that when their daughter was tiny; it was one of the fastest ways to get the baby to sleep or to settle and calm down most of the time. That or to feed her but if that didn’t work, then Shelly would gently hand Melody off to her father who would talk to her and sing to her. That would normally work like a charm, calming down not only the fussing baby, but the slightly stressed out mama too. Some things stayed the same - Melody was still soothed by her father’s singing, and Shelly hoped that this would be one of those things that would never change. Once she was certain that Melody was asleep, Shelly looked up at her husband to see if he was still awake. She wasn’t sure as he had his eyes closed. She bit her bottom lip. “Gerard?” She whispered. He shifted, just a little bit. “Gee?” She spoke just a little bit louder. Gerard cracked an eye open and looked at her before opening his other eye and blinking slowly. “Mm?” Shelly glanced down at their sleeping daughter and smiled before kissing the top of her head. She paused before speaking. “You are happy, right?” This woke Gerard up a little more and he just stared at her. “Babe? Yes, of course I’m happy. I’ve got everything I could ever want. I’ve got you, I’ve got Melody, I’ve got the rest of the family, I’ve got my art and comics, I’ve got my music. What more could I ever want?” Shelly nodded and leant her cheek against Melody’s head. “Love,” Gerard leant up on his elbow, looking down at her. “Why do you ask?” “I…” She looked a little shy. “I just wanted to make sure.” “Are you doubting yourself?” “I don’t know? Maybe not myself exactly but…” Shelly bit her bottom lip and glanced up as he leant over to kiss her. She hummed against his lips - it was only a short, soft kiss but she appreciated it. Gerard settled back down, but held his wife and daughter tighter. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. Nothing to doubt yourself about. There’s nothing you could do that’s in your character that would make me unhappy.” Shelly shifted a little to be able to look at him properly, but not enough to disturb their daughter. (A skill she’d learnt very quickly as a new mother). He caught her looking at him and smiled in that same, almost boyish way that always made her heart skip a beat and made her want to giggle and blush like a schoolgirl. “Jesus Christ, I love you,” she said. “I love you so much I could burst.” “Please don’t do that,” he grinned more at her. “I don’t think I could clean it up as well as you.” She giggled and felt him seek out her hand, moving it up to his lips so he could kiss the back of it. “Dummy.” “Now now mama,” he pressed kisses to her knuckles. “Be nice.” “That was nice,” she twisted her wrist in his hold so she could cup his cheek. “I really love you Gerard.” “And I love you Shell,” he turned his face to kiss the palm of her hand. “And Melody. I love our little family, and I love our extended one.” Shelly smiled ever so slightly at “little family” and he caught it. “What’s that look for?” “Um,” she glanced down as Melody stirred in her sleep. Once Shelly was sure that she wasn’t going to wake up, she looked back up at her husband. “I… Don’t think our family is going to be so little for much longer, so you’re gonna want to saviour these easy cuddles.” Gerard frowned, glancing down at Melody himself. “Well, she is growing up really fast.” The blonde laughed softly. “Mm, that’s true but that’s not quite what I meant…” “I…” He shook his head. “C’mon Shell, I’m half asleep here.” Carefully, Shelly covered Melody’s exposed ear. “I mean, providing it’s still what you want… Our family might be expanding.” “Melody finally asked for a dog?” Gerard asked with a yawn, settling down. “Or a cat?  A pet in general?” “No, not quite.” Gerard looked up at her, still looking a little confused, but like he might be putting it together. Just slowly. Very slowly. Shelly giggled at the look on his face and decided to put him out of his misery. “Gee,” she said softly, quietly. “I think I’m pregnant.”

#She Speaks #She Writes #fan fic #Gerard Way x OC #OTPtober #OTPtober 2022 #my writing

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OTPtober 2022 - Insecurity

OTPtober Masterlist Word count: 2,650 words. ‘Warnings’: FOC, some established friendships, an established (but young) relationship. AU: a Vampire AU. Notes: Shout out to my babe Robin for inspiring this whole AU concept and for humoring me and helping me brainstorm SO MUCH for it.

In which Lux, Mikey and Gerard are vampires. Mikey has moved with the times and Gerard’s a little stuck in the past. Lux was a modern day Human until she was recently turned and Shelly is still Human. She and Gerard are ‘courting’ and he starts to wonder why she’s [still] interested in him.

For Frank’s birthday and the general spooky celebrations, a costume party was being held at the Way Mansion, much to Gerard’s general displeasure, but… He’d been ganged up on a little - three against one; Frank, Michael and Miss Lux, against him. Frank had smiled slyly and said ‘Shelly will be there. In costume.’ And… That might’ve swayed Gerard, ever so slightly. It shouldn’t’ve surprised him at all - of course she was going to be there; she was friends with the other three, but they had also been… ‘Courting’ for a little while. It had almost been an hour and the party was decently lively. Gerard was surprised that Shelly hadn’t turned up before the party was supposed to start, actually, and he briefly wondered if she wasn’t coming and the others hadn’t told him. Or maybe she was there but avoiding him? No, he was sure he’d be able to tell if she was there. He’d feel different. Would the other three tell him if she wasn’t coming? They would, right? Not that he was really down socialising with everyone - he was more haunting the top floor, peering over the balcony edges and waiting to see if she’d arrive. He was beginning to think that she wasn’t going to show up - he even found the… Cellphone that he had, pulling it out of his pocket to see if she’d tried to communicate with him via it. Alas, there was nothing new from her and he found himself really disappointed. Maybe she was really avoiding him. Maybe she was tired of courting him and trying to teach him about modern times. Maybe he was just too much work and she didn’t know how to tell him nicely. Gerard was in the middle of checking his phone again when he felt, almost smelt, the air change. He looked up from the device, pocketed it quickly and peered over the landing. Shelly had arrived and was in the middle of hugging Frank, probably wishing him a happy birthday. He watched Frank take a step back and hold Shelly by the shoulders, clearly looking her over. He let her go and gestured for her to give him a twirl, which she did - Gerard could almost hear her giggle. Maybe that was more in his head as there was no way he would’ve really been able to hear her over the music and the hustle and bustle of the crowd. Gerard couldn’t see too many details of what she was wearing, just that her dress was red, there seemed to be some kind of lace as sleeves, it was knee length, and she was wearing a hat and carrying something, but he couldn’t tell what. He watched as Frank tilted his head before pulling the blonde in for another hug, though this one had a different feeling to it. Gerard watched Frank keep an arm around her waist before he led her away - probably to the kitchen to get a drink or to go and see Michael and Miss Lux. The older brother sighed to himself and started to make his way to his quarters. “Have you seen him?” Shelly asked Mikey, as Frank handed her a drink. “The old one?” Mikey clarified, watching Frank nod. “Not recently.” “He might be hiding out upstairs,” Lux said before tossing some candy into her mouth. “You know how anti-social he is.” Shelly nodded, sniffed her drink and took a careful sip before pulling a face. Frank had been watching her and laughed, taking the cup from her and handing her another. “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d like that one, but thought it might be worth a go. Try this one instead.” She hesitated before sniffing and sipping the new cup, watching him drink from the one he’d taken from her. The new one was better, so she took another sip to try and communicate that - Frank must’ve understood because he grinned. “Oh, look at your face,” Lux offered Shelly the candy bowl and grinned when the Human picked out a few pieces - that so happened to be Gerard’s favourites. Although Lux guessed that Shelly already knew that. “Go and find him. Go on.” ���Try the upstairs landing first,” Mikey said. “And if you can’t find him there, he’s probably sulking in his quarters.” Shelly went pink at being called out by Lux and smiled shyly. “Are you sure? About me just abandoning you?” Frank nodded. “He’s been sulking because he’s been waiting for you.” “I think he’s missed you this week,” Mikey added. “So, shoo.” The blonde went even pinker and finished her drink before curtsying to her friends so she could leave to go and find Gerard. The man himself had returned to the upstairs landing in time to see her come back into view from the kitchen. He watched her moving around, being stopped once or twice by people, guys and girls. Maybe they were asking her to dance, he wasn’t sure, but she seemed to be declining their offers. At least, he assumed so because she wasn’t staying with them for very long and soon she was making her way up the central staircase. Gerard moved closer to the top of the staircase so he could see her better and so hopefully she’d notice him sooner rather than later. She trotted up the stairs quite quickly, he thought as she neared the top of the steps. She was focused on her feet so she didn’t trip over them. As soon as she reached the top landing, she looked up and around. Gerard noticed that she looked… A little stressed maybe? But the instant her eyes met his, all that stress fell off of her face and she looked almost… Relieved? “Gerard!” She quickened her pace to cross the landing and soon he had an armful of small, blonde Human, her faster movements causing her hat to fall to the floor. He might’ve normally found this a little forward but he was just really happy to see her. “Hello my darling,” he said softly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a single kiss to the top of her head. “I was beginning to think that you weren’t coming today.” Shelly took a step back to look up at him and shook her head. “Not at all! I’ve just had quite the day.” Gerard bent down to scoop up her hat, taking a moment to study it, finding it to be the stereotypically pointy hat of a witch. Except this one had a cute little… Kink near the tip of the point. He carefully placed it back on her head and was rewarded with a bright smile. He beamed in response and gently took her hand, bowing and placing his usual and customary kiss to the back of it, hearing her giggle as he did so. “I’m sorry to hear that Shelly,” he said honestly. “Are you okay?” “I’ve been better,” she confessed quietly. When she noticed the concern on his face she quickly added; “I’m alright now, really.” He didn’t look like he believed her. “I’m also really glad to see you,” Shelly smiled up at him. “I’ve missed you.” Gerard hummed and kissed the back of her hand again. “I’ve missed you too. What’s kept you away from me all week?” “Work,” she said. “My second job, not the one with Frank. My other boss is being an ass.” He looked confused for a moment. “I didn’t know you had a second job. Are you struggling, can I help?” “No, I… I can manage, you don't need to help me.” Shelly looked a bit guilty. “I haven’t had it for long. That’s why I’m working so much at it. Kinda trying to prove myself and earn people’s trust I guess…” Gerard frowned. “But you seem so stressed, my lady. If you’re not struggling then is it worth it?” Shelly didn’t really know what to say to that, really. Certainly not the truth. She shifted from one foot to the other, adjusting the item she had tucked under her arm, which drew his attention. He figured that he wasn’t really going to get an answer to his question - it seemed like it had made her uncomfortable, so he changed the subject. “What’s that?” She produced a small plush of a black cat from under her arm. “Witches also have familiars, according to mainstream media. Cats are more common, but I think they have owls sometimes too.” Gerard smiled and offered her his arm. “I wasn’t aware that witches wore red velvet and black lace.” “I think witches can wear whatever they want,” she took his arm and let him lead her to his quarters - his study in particular. “I didn’t really have a lot of time to put a costume together for tonight.” He picked up on the… Drop in her voice and gestured for her to sit in his favourite chair, like he always did when they spent time in this room together. She’d get his favourite chair, he’d get the second best one. (With other guests, if he had them, it didn’t always go that way.) She put her hat on the back of the chair, put the handful of candy she’d picked on the side table and settled in the chair, plopping the plush cat on her lap. “I just had to make something up with what I already had,” she continued quietly, her thumb rubbing the fabric inside the cat’s ear. “I think this dress might’ve been from, um…” Gerard sat in the other chair and turned his body to face hers, tilting his head as she paused. “Go on, my dear.” Shelly focused too much on the cat in her lap as her cheeks went almost red. “I think it’s from an old costume, from a previous year.” “Why didn’t you just wear that?” He asked, curiously. “Um,” she glanced up to see him focused on her, giving her his full attention. “It was an old vampire costume. I had a small cape and fake fangs and everything.” She swallowed and almost whispered; “I didn’t want to offend you.” Gerard moved from his chair to drop to his knees in front of her, carefully hitching up his trousers first. He took her hands, stopping her from fiddling with the plush cat and gave them a gentle squeeze before peppering kisses across her knuckles. “Would… Would that have offended you?” She asked quietly, gently removing one of her hands from his to cup his cheek. “Me dressing up as maybe a stereotypical representation of a vampire like that?” It wasn’t the first time she’d touched his face like this, but it continued to surprise him. He hummed as he thought about it for a moment, looking her over while still on his knees in front of her. “I don’t think so,” he said eventually. “I mean, look at the way I dress; it’s rather strange. I don’t exactly go against the stereotype, do I?” Shelly leant down to press her lips against his; gently and not for long. A peck of a kiss. He hummed happily and smiled. “Maybe you don’t,” she replied. “But it’s not that strange, really. You just dress smart, it’s not like it’s all low plunging frilly necklines.” Gerard laughed. “I like the way you dress,” Shelly admitted. “I think you look good.” “Hmm,” he looked her over again. “I think you look pretty good too, little sorceress. That colour is particularly bewitching on you.” She giggled and went pink. “Thank you. I’m always a little unsure about the red, but I think I look better in a darker shade.” “You look enchanting,” Gerard said, grinning up at her at the slight pun and smiling wider when she laughed. “Should’ve known you were a witch before now, because you’ve certainly put a spell on me.” She kissed him again, a little harder this time, smiling against his lips. “Stop with the puns, you don’t need to try and win me.” Gerard nipped his bottom lip and cleared his throat. “Um, are you sure?” Shelly frowned, tilting her head at him. “What do you mean?” He sighed and pushed himself to his feet, starting to pace slowly. “I mean, are you sure about courting me?” “I don’t see why you think I wouldn’t be,” Shelly went back to playing with the ears of the plush cat still in her lap. “Because I’m a stereotype,” Gerard replied as he stopped and turned to her. “Because I am… Not quite up to speed with a lot of things. Maybe you’re bored with me.” He paused. “I saw you downstairs earlier, I saw all those people approach you - you could have any of them. Why would you want to settle for an old man who had to be taught how to use a cellphone?” Shelly dropped the plush on the chair behind her as she stood up, taking a few steps across the room until she was standing in front of him. He refocused his attention on her and blinked rapidly as she stood there with her hands on her hips. “Put your hands on me.” “E- excuse me?” He blinked even faster, if that was possible and swallowed. “W- where?” “Wherever you like.” Gerard’s eyes widened and his eyes darted over her for a minute as Shelly waited patiently, moving her hands to tuck her hair behind her ears. Finally, he took a step towards her and went to reach for her before hesitating. “It’s okay,” her tone had softened. “I mean it.” He nodded once before carefully putting his hands on her hips. Her hands covered his and she smiled a little as slid his hands around her waist so he automatically joined them together behind her back. “There we go,” she whispered. “That wasn’t hard, was it?” He shook his head, swallowing as she ran her hands up his chest to drape her arms over his shoulders. “I… I suppose not.” “Good. Now…” She stood on her tiptoes for a moment to kiss his lips. “You’re being ridiculous. I like you. I’m dating you.” “You’re not… Dissatisfied with the process?” Shelly tilted her head as she thought about it for a second. “I wouldn’t mind if you asked for permission a little less, and just… Took what you wanted.” Gerard raised an eyebrow at her pause and the other one joined it at the tone her voice took on for that one word. “But it’s not -” “The done thing,” she finished. “At least for you. I know. But I’m giving you permission, okay? I trust you and I don’t mind. You can kiss me, you can hug me, you can touch me whenever you want.” She shook her head. “You don’t have to wait for permission, you’ve already got that because we’re dating. I trust that you’d stop if I asked.” “I… Oh,” Gerard nipped his bottom lip. “I would stop, yes. But I don’t know how I feel about just… Not getting permission?” “I understand that it’s a change,” Shelly nodded. “Can you maybe try?” He nodded. “For you, I’ll try. As long as you promise to tell me if I’m overstepping.” “I promise.” “Then I’ll definitely try.” The smaller Human beamed at him and brushed the tip of her nose against his. “Good, I appreciate that. Now, are you gonna come downstairs with me?” Gerard started to shy away a little bit. “I don’t know…” “Pretty please?” She pouted up at him. “I want you to wrap me in your cloak and slow dance with me.” “My -? Oh…” He glanced over his shoulder to where his cloak was laid over the chair behind his desk. “Is that so? You want to be seen with me like that, huh?” Shelly nodded eagerly. “Yes, please. If people don’t know that I’m yours, I want them to.”

#She Speaks #She Writes #my fan fic #OTPtober 2022 #OTPtober #Gerard Way x OC

[thewordworrier]

Current WIPs - September 2023

I last did one of these in March, this year, and truthfully, not an awful lot has changed except the word counts on each fic. Although I don't think I shared those last time. I probably won't this time either because I haven't figured out the totals - some fics are spread across multiple files. Whatever I call these WIPs here, is probably just a working title. Even if I know what I'm gonna call the piece, I don't think I'm gonna share that yet. I think I'll talk about the bigger files in a little more detail and maybe briefly mention the smaller ideas as I remember them. So, if you're interested in what I'm working on, this is the post for you!

I have three VampireAUs. Not including my first attempt at writing one. I don't think I'll ever work on that again but, never say never. I've kinda developed my own sorta vampire rules that I use across all three of these. Nothing too out of the box but, I try to be consistent with my subjects. ~ Vampire AU the First

In which Lux, Mikey and Gerard are vampires. Mikey has moved with the times and Gerard’s a little stuck in the past. Lux was a modern day Human until she was recently turned and Shelly is a Human.

This is the AU in which my OTPtober 2022 - Insecurity piece is set. I haven't touched this one for some time, but it makes me 🥰 - probably because of the old fashioned ness. ~ Reverse!Vampire AU

In which Shelly is our Vampire, Mercy is her Human familiar and Gerard is a struggling artist.

I've been working on this one quite a lot recently. I enjoy this one. Maybe it's the lore I'm playing with, maybe it's the dynamic. I don't know.

~ VampireAU/Fic the Third

Gerard is our Vampire, Shelly is our Human, and he's looking for a snack.

Yeah, I'm enjoying this one too. Again, I think it's the dynamic. It's not quite as simple as I've written up there, but that's okay, I can't tell you everything. I don't think this is going to get as long as my other two, I hope to have this finished to post at some point. Hopefully before Halloween! I think I even have a title too. I have VAU4 (VampireAU4) too - that's not very long, and I think I wanna rewrite what I've done to change the tone of it. I don't have enough details to really say much more about it. I ALSO have something labelled as Vampires&Werewolves AU, which... Seems very Twilight, putting the two creatures against each other with a Human in the middle, but... Also, not Twilight because there's no fucking sparkling. What else is there? OH! How could I forget!!! ~ The "Normal" AU

The story of Shelly in the MCR-U basically. Anything labelled as this is in the same timeline/universe as The Origin Story.

This is spread across... Four??? Maybe five (I'm not sure, some of them have subtitles - like the Origin Story was a subtitle of The Normal AU) additional files, not including said Origin Story. I don't know if I'll ever get around to posting everything I write for this, or if I'll just post the Big Milestones. I mean, there's a lot of little scenarios in those files. A lot of words. But I do plan on getting around to the Milestones at some point. But of course it's massive - this spans the entirety of Shelly's career with MyChem. From when she meets them (as you've read) to pretty much present day, almost.

~ The Danger Days fic aka The Sandbox Fic

A... Can you call it a spin off? of my Wife's Danger Days fic, picking up a little after where that left off so I could throw Shelly into that world.

I think I started this just before or during writing Call Me Babe For The Weekend, as a side project, and as a "what if?" kinda deal. Though I think I only wrote some sorta ending to that... Last year? The file for this thing is absolutely huge and I'm a little alarmed by it. I have to figure out how I'm going to present this, because I don't think it fits your stereotypical story format. It would fit an episode format a bit better, really. I don't know, thoughts need to be thunk.

~ The Stripper Fic Not my first Stripper AU, actually. The first is handwritten in, I think it's five notebooks on the shelf behind my desk. That one is, I think over 100k. I don't remember, I haven't looked at the word count totals for some time. Anyway! There's a little more to this one than just... Gerard being a stripper. I took inspiration from something else I read once. Haven't touched this one in a while either.

~ The Succubus Fic

In which Shelly is a succubus and Gerard is her... Victim?

This one is labelled as a "fic" instead of an AU because I do not want it to get as long as some of my other files. It hasn't reached 20k yet so there's a chance I can kinda wrap it up under 30k. Maybe I can do additional chapters later on or whatever but... I don't know.

~ The CollegeAU - also known as the PolyCollegeAU

“He could share us. We could share him.” He watched her raise an eyebrow. “If he’s into me too. Or, if not, and he’s willing, we could share you?”

Oh man, this started out as me attempting to write a threesome, BEFORE the Birthday Fic happened. It ended up in timeout for a long time because Frank wouldn't behave, thus making the inevitable choice between the two really hard! And then, along comes my wonderful wife and is all OKAY BUT WHAT IF and boom, it came out of time out and gained... A lot of words. (Speaking of the Birthday Fic - I have a half finished deleted scene from that kicking around too.)

~ It's A Compliment I Swear I wrote the ending for this last year, July 2022. It's... 😬 Yeah. I might get in trouble for that ending. I just have to get to that point. I have an odd scene in a different file, and a few notes in that file too, but I need to sit down and sorta think about it some more. What else do we have? A HighSchoolAU, something I've dubbed the ChildhoodFriendsAU - which is kinda like the HighSchoolAU but... Happier in aspects. I have some blurbs for ExchangeStudentAUs - both sides (ie; in which Shelly is one, and in which Gerard is one - that second one is fun because I get to play with linguistics/language differences.) I have something labelled The MultiVerse which is... If I can get my act together, might be Shelly's birthday gift next year. Unless she gives me other ideas. I also have a file of blurbs/discussion about "What if everyone was a teacher?" - I don't think that'll get a lot of screentime, but it was something to distract me, something to think about and be silly about for a bit. The New AU is similar to that, I think. Though I might do something with it one day because it's fun. The GoogleDoc is only like, 5k so there's not a lot to talk about currently. It's a bit different with some similar to that, I think. Though I might do something with it one day because it's fun. The GoogleDoc is only like, 5k so there's not a lot to talk about currently. It's a bit different with some similar, familiar aspects but hey, it's still fun.

The Half Baked Idea is about 10k and has more of a series of plot points. It's a little ✨mystical✨ and supernatural, I think I shared some lines from it a few months ago, but I can't remember off of the top of my head. Again, a bit different but because there still isn't that much of it, I don't have more to say. The last thing is a file called What If? and that is just waiting to be fleshed out and written up. I believe that's kinda a spin off of something I've already written, and I might take that outline and write it properly over NaNoWriMo this year. I'm not sure about that yet though. I think that's it, actually. There might be a file here and there with words in that I haven't touched for Quite Some Time, but these are the main files and ideas I skip between here and there.

#She Speaks #She Talks Writing #September 2023 #Welcome To The WIP Parade

[thewordworrier]

OTPtober 2022 Masterlist

Credit to the creation of the list and the creation of the graphic goes to the ruuth_art on instagram. Their work is very nice, and you should check them out. I kinda... Triple challenged myself with this one. a) to actually do the prompts. b) to have each prompt set in a different AU - because what’s more OTP than having them fall for each other and be together in any universe? c) to try and keep them relatively short. Short for me anyway.

“In a world where you exist, no one else stands a chance.”

I don’t know if I actually “hit” the point of each prompt, but, as with most things, I got an idea based on the prompt and ran with it. So, I don’t know. Right! Mini summaries under the cut!

3. Cuddles - Normal AU - 2,804 words. Normal AU = regular life and times, what would be considered “canon.” [Though I’m not sure if this is actually canon but it’s set in the ‘regular universe’ - I hope that makes sense.] Some soft, sweet, family fluff. 6. Kiss - High School AU - 4,454 words. Cheerleader!Shelly and Shy!Gerard attend a ‘cheerleading social’ - despite her reservations. 9. Flowers - Magic AU - 3,183 words. Gerard’s sent on a trip to find “the witch in the woods” to see if she can help him with a family request. 12. Candlelight - Danger Days/Kiljoys AU - 2,235 words. A power cut at The Diner may or may not start to shine some light on a situation between Siren and Party Poison. 15. Insecurity - Vampire AU - 2,650 words. In which Gerard is a vampire that’s a little stuck in the past, and Shelly is a modern day Human. They’re ‘courting’ and Gerard starts to wonder why she’s [still] interested in him. 18. Dance - Exotic Performer AU - 2,874 words. [In which the band doesn’t exist either] Frank drags Gerard to a new Fancy club that’s opened up where a particular perfomer catches his eye. 21. Love Language - AU - 2,372 words. Not an AU or really a ‘piece’ - more of a character commentary, because, y’all, this one was HARD. 24. Nap - Pet AU - 4,310 words. Gerard is a rich guy who owns a pet - Shelly’s his cat girl. She hasn’t been sleeping too well. 27. Tattoos - Confident!Gerard x Shyish!Shelly AU - 4,229 words. In which he’s more Desolation Row Punk and she’s more sweet as sugar. In public anyway. [Not sure I hit the sweet as sugar thing about Shelly as well as I wanted but ehhhh.] 30. Modern AU - 5,619 words. Bit difficult to come up with a ‘modern AU’ when your main setting is the current here and now but... Here we go.

#OTPtober #masterlist #mini masterlist #fan fic

[thewordworrier]

NaNoWriMo 2022 - Day 2

Daily goal: 1,667 words. Month total goal: 50,000 words.   Words written today: 1,715 words. Total words so far: 3,804 words. Today’s Goal: 3, 333 words. Worked On: OTPtober prompts. Comments?   Yeah, today was hard. Getting that word count was so close - I almost didn’t. Despite the fact that it was my day off. I just haven’t been feeling too great, and I haven’t been able to concentrate either. And, I can’t settle on what to write for some of the prompts. I’m not ready to start the Main Event yet. Favourite Line:  This will do.

Gerard frowned. “But you seem so stressed, my lady. If you’re not struggling then is it worth it?”

Shelly didn’t really know what to say to that, really. Certainly not the truth.

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#She Speaks #She Talks Writing #Writing Log #NaNoWriMo 2022 #November 2022

[thewordworrier]

2022 Writing Wrap Up

Well I made this harder for myself this year - last year I did two wrap ups. One for the half way point, and one at the end of the year. I didn’t do that this year for some reason. I’m not going to do a rambly break down of each month, in this wrap up post because... I did that every month anyway. And I’m not gonna talk about all the WIPs I have on the go right now because, I’m just not that prepared to be honest with you. Okay. Right.

Fics published: 28

Basically, if you look at my Masterlist, it’s everything from You Are My Favourite “What If?” right the way down to the OTPtober Masterlist - and there’s 10 on that list. That’s over half my Masterlist. Jesus Christ. April was obviously my most publishable month - but that’s because I gave you all a chapter a day of Call Me Babe For The Weekend.

Words written: 391,283 words.

This is about 100k ish more than last year - even though last year’s count was only from April. My lowest months were September (but I had that wound on my thigh that meant I couldn’t sit for too long so that’s to be expected) and December (also expected, it’s been a really rough month). But even then, there hasn’t been a single month where I’ve written less than 20k, and I haven’t missed my 500 words a day target at all. I missed my 700 word target in April for Camp NaNoWriMo three times, but didn’t miss my daily target - the 500 words. I didn’t miss anything for July’s Camp and I didn’t miss my targets for NaNoWriMo in November either. I count this as a win, personally. Time to rinse and repeat! Edit: 30/12/2023 - if I’ve done my maths right, I published 294,255 words this year.

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[pleasantspark]

first times by Brxkxn_Fxxth

Fandoms: The Transformers (IDW Generation One)  

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

M/M, Multi, Other

Complete Work

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Cyclonus (Transformers)/Rose (Self-Insert)

Tailgate (Transformers)/Rose (Self-Insert)

Tailgate/Whirl (Transformers)

Cyclonus/Whirl (Transformers)

Cyclonus/Tailgate/Whirl (Transformers)

Cyclonus/Tailgate/Whirl (Transformers/Rose (Self-Insert)

Whirl (Transformers)/Rose (Self-Insert)

Cyclonus/Tailgate (Transformers)

Whirl (Transformers)

Cyclonus (Transformers)

Rose (Self-Insert)

Tailgate (Transformers)

Orgy

Foursome - M/M/M/Other

Whirl Being Whirl

Another Whirl x Rose fic

I seriously love this crack ship

I ship Cyclonus/Whirl/Tailgate

This was an experiment

I am severally late for this fic

I am feeling unwell at the moment.

Kinktober 2022

Kinktober

Brxkxn_Fxxth Kinktober 2022

Prompt: First Time & Orgy/Moresome

First Time

Loss of Virginity

Whirl is a virgin in this fic

Semi-Canonical Character

OTP Feels

Imagine your OTP

OTPtober

otp

Cywhirlosegate OTP

Summary:

rose brings up having sex for the first time with whirl who admits he never really had sex before, rose admits this as well, and the pair decided to go to cyclonus and tailgate for help, which ultimately leads to a orgy. kinktober day five: first time & orgy/moresome

Series:

Part 5 of Kinktober 2022 

Part 6 of Self Insert Stuff 

Part 4 of Transformers MTMTE 

Part 2 of Polygamous Fics 

Part 6 of Transformers

“I’ve been wanting to have sex with you for awhile now, it’s been on my mind for awhile…” Rose admits and Whirl blushed, cooling fans kicking in, sex? THAT’S what she’s been thinking about? He was worried for NO reason. 

He needs to stop jumping to conclusions, it only would get him nowhere. But that opened up an even more concerning thing, bringing up the topic of sex really got to him, he was what you call a cybertronian virgin. 

Meaning he never bonded nor had sex with anyone and thus, was inexperienced. He didn’t know what to say to Rose. “... Rose, that… That sounds amazing but…” Whirl said. 

“But what?” Rose asked. Whirl looked nervous. 

“Um, I’m a virgin…” Whirl mumbles. His gaze unyielding this was so embarrassing. Rose blushes too. 

“I am a virgin as well.” Rose said, Whirl’s optics widened, he didn’t expect Rose to be in the same boat as he was, but now that the two of them established moral grounds with one another, there’s this nagging question…

How were they going to engage sexually if both of them were virgins? They could go to Ratchet for safe sex, but Whirl would feel very embarassed if he were to do something like that. He wasn’t the type of mech to get intimate. It was a miracle that he was able to get Rose. 

“So,,, How are we able to do this?” Whirl asked. 

“We can help!” Said a voice, Whirl and Rose turned to face the voice, It was Tailgate, he fell out of the vents. Whirl scoffed and placed his claws on his hips. 

‘What is with everyone and falling out of the vents?’ Rose asked herself. 

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