#after a show he’s like ‘ow my hands’ and rays like ‘go ask gerard to touch you he’s holy or whatever’ and frank can’t punch him because his

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do you think when franks wrists hurt from when he broke them people ask him if he’s about to start manifesting the wounds of christ because i certainly would

#frank icing his poor little broken wrists and jamia being like ‘oh so did you get a tattoo recently? should i call gerard?’ #after a show he’s like ‘ow my hands’ and rays like ‘go ask gerard to touch you he’s holy or whatever’ and frank can’t punch him because his #wrists hurt lmao #bishop.txt

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Danger days - Chapter two: "I'm the kinda that you wanna"

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x OC + My Chemical Romance.

Word count: 5.5K

Summary: Joey faces MCR after their awful first meeting. Matthew supports whatever she decides to do with her life. Gerard is still kind of an asshole, and Frank tries his best to be a better person.

Warnings: Cursing.

A/N: WOW!! I can't believe you are actually reading this!! thank you for the love!! I was gonna post this tomorrow, but... here it is.

Masterlist

Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five | Chapter six | Chapter seven | Chapter eight | Chapter nine | Chapter ten | Chapter eleven | Chapter twelve | Chapter thirteen | Chapter fourteen | Chapter fifteen | Chapter sixteen | Chapter seventeen | Chapter eighteen | Chapter nineteen | Chapter twenty | Chapter twenty one | Chapter twenty-two | Chapter twenty-three | Chapter twenty-four |

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::: Los Angeles, October 14th, 2010 :::

Mikey ate his breakfast alone, sitting at the kitchen island. He was thinking about the daily schedule, the band's upcoming tour, and clearly, the severe problems in his marriage, the one subject he kept trying to avoid.

His wife was still asleep, and he didn't want to be around when she woke up. He knew it only meant another fight. Whenever they were in the same room, it always meant an argument, and Mikey was tired of it all.

It was clear they had to get a divorce, but neither of them had brought it up just yet.

He and Alicia had grown apart in the latest months. It was hard with him touring for so long and his wife staying home, persuading her own future in the music industry. And after so much time apart, they were both tired of trying. It just wasn't working anymore.

Frank and Ray were staying at the same hotel. They drove together to the practice studio, doing their best to agree on their ideas about Joey. But they weren't really on the same page at all.

- "Just don't be an ass, ok?"- Ray said when he parked outside the studio, and Frank immediately lit a cigarette.

- "Yeah, whatever,"- Toro got out of the car and closed the door, staring at his friend leaning against the wall to smoke alone- "I'll be right there."

Iero grabbed his phone and read the messages in a vague attempt to think of anything else. But that didn't help at all; Joey parked her car just before him that very second.

- "Shit!"- the two of them said at the same time. Frank put on his dark sunglasses, and Joey grabbed all her things from the passenger seat.

- "I can't catch a break!"- she argued as she opened the door and decided to get over the horribly awkward moment- Hey!- she smiled and waved as Frank nodded- "How are you?"

- "Good, you?"

- "Good..."- and it was still awkward- "So, thank you for inviting me again,"- and Frank nodded again, not saying a word- "I'll... head... inside then."

Joey tried to smile, but it was too uncomfortable to bear. So she ran away.

- "Did you catch the game last night?"- Mikey asked as he sipped his coffee, while Ray grabbed a guitar and started tuning it.

- "No, I played video games until late."

- "What are you playing?"

- "Red dead redemption"

- "Cool, and Christa?"

- "She's back home with her parents,"- Ray kept turning the guitar and never noticed Mikey's sad face- "And Alicia?"

- "She's home. She was sleeping when I left."

- "Is everything ok?"

- "Yeah"- and again, Ray was so concentrated on his guitar, he didn't catch a glimpse of Mikey's sad look.

- "Hello"- Joey walked in, and the two guys smiled- "Am I too early?"

- "No, you are just on time,"- Ray stood up and grabbed a cup of coffee- "I got you this."

- "Oh! thank you!"- Joey was surprised by the gesture- "You shouldn't have."

- "I owed you,"- Toro kind of blushed as Joey held the cup and took a sip.

- "Black, no sugar. How did you know?"

- "I didn't know if you liked cream, and I got a lot of sugar on a side"- Ray quickly answered and showed Joey a bunch of sugar bags on a tray.

- "You nailed it."

- "Hey"- Mikey kinda whispered in a low voice- "I'm sorry, I thought you were getting us coffee and stuff yesterday."

- "Dude, it's ok, don't worry,"- Joey smiled and kept drinking her coffee- "Now I know if I get the job, I can get you black coffee with almond milk to brighten your day"- and he chuckled.

- "And thank you for coming over again."

- "My pleasure,"- Joey answered and stayed quiet looking at the two guys- "So... I saw Frank outside."

- "Yeah, he was smoking, and Gerard should be right here by now,"- Mikey took a look at his wristwatch. It was almost noon, and he knew his brother was going to be late.

Gerard was driving and smoking, trying to devise anything to avoid going to the studio and doing another audition with that woman. He didn't want to. Why? Way really didn't know. It was something inside of him that made him feel like he should stay the fuck away from her 'cos something terrible might happen. And he didn't want to find out what it was.

- "Hey"- Frank waved at Gee when he walked out of his car- "You are late."

- "Yeah, I didn't want to come,"- and Iero chuckled- "What are you doing here?"

- "I didn't want to get in just yet."

- "Is she here already?"

- "Yeah... she got here all happy like fifteen minutes ago."

- "Fine... let's get this over with,"- Gerard walked in and did his best not to look annoyed, which was virtually impossible, 'cos he couldn't stop frowning.

As soon as they walked into the studio, the image was Joey, Ray, and Mikey laughing like they were already best friends. And that got Gerard even more upset, if possible, and because of no reason at all.

- "Hey!"- Mikey stood up and hugged his brother.

- "Hi, nice to see you again,"- Joey reached out for Gerard's hand and smiled to do the same with Frank.

- "Thank you for coming,"- he whispered and cleared his throat. The drummer looked around at the band and started the speech she had prepared in her mind the whole morning.

- "Guys, I just wanted to clear the air here. If you don't want me to do this and you just called 'cos Tucker asked you to, there's no need to go through all this shit. I can go home, no hard feelings or anything"- and the band stayed quiet. Ray looked at Frank and waited for his words.

- "Joey, we just... why did you call Tucker? that was so rude!"

- "First of all, I didn't call him, he called and annoyed me for ten minutes before I told him what happened. And second, you were rude, you barely looked at me, you didn't even pay attention to what I did, and you clearly made up an interview to ask me to leave."

Joey directed those words looking right into Gerard's eyes and just spit the words, knowing that wasn't really gonna help her get the job.

- "Tucker didn't really lie, guys,"- Mikey said and tried to ease the mood- "You were rude at her, and I'm sorry to tell you, she's the best we've had so far."

- "Do you honestly think we can work together after what happened with Tucker?"- Gerard asked her, and she shrugged.

- "If you deal with the fact you were rude to me, then yeah, I've got no problem with it,"- and Frank huffed at that answer.

- "You made us look bad in front of a friend."

- "No, you looked bad in front of me, and when Tucker asked how had it been, were you expecting me to lie and tell him it was awesome? come on!"- Joey frowned, knowing that ship had sailed already- "This shit is high school all over again!"

- "I feel the same!"- Ray said and stood up- "Ok, let's get this straight, you two were assholes! And that's the main problem here! if she did or did not call Tucker to tell him about it, that's not the point!"

- "But dude!"-Frank tied to argue, but Ray stopped him.

- "No! this is our job, and we have to be professional. So now you are gonna be a grown-up, and you are going to apologize for being an asshole with no reason to her, 'cos she just came to apply for a job, ok?"

Ray looked more like a dad than like a band colleague at that point.

- "Sorry, Joey"- Frank whispered and looked down at his shoes. Ray looked at Gerard and raised an eyebrow

- "I'm sorry I was a jerk"- he mumbled

- "And I'm sorry I told Tucker you were assholes. He was really excited about the audition, and he was just trying to help me out. It clearly didn't work out, but he meant good."

Joey tried to be as nice as possible, thinking shit had gotten way too bad to even think about playing with this band.

- "Ok, now I'm gonna go so you can continue your drummer hunt."

- "Wait!"- Mikey held her arm and cut her a smile- "You should jam with us for a while."

- "I don't think that's a good idea. This got too complicated. And whether I'm good or not, I don't want this to be awkward for you. You are looking for someone to work with, it's your band, and you should be comfortable with who you choose."- Joey smiled and grabbed her bag- "I just wanted to thank you for apologizing and for caring about what happened. I'm gonna tell Tucker you are all very nice."- she joked, and the band looked at each other.

- "No, really, stay. We didn't ask you to come because of Tucker. We did it because we really want to give your audition another go,"- Frank's word surprised Joey. She wasn't really able to say a word back; she just nodded and smiled.

- "Great!"- Mikey clapped once and grabbed a bunch of papers from his bag- "I printed you some of the sheets of our songs,"- Joey held them and read them

- "Cool"

- "So... wanna warm-up?"

- "I already played two hours before I left the house."- she whispered, embarrassed of her confession- "Sorry, I just have this weird routine. I work out, eat and play in the early morning, just to get me through the day not killing anyone."

And Mikey chuckled. Frank kinda bit his lips to don't smile. He found it funny.

- "Great, then let's set us up,"- Ray smiled and walked to grab his guitar- "We remembered you were left-handed, so Mikey and I rearranged the drum set for you,"- Gerard raised an eyebrow staring at the scene.

- "Why is Ray so nice with her? Is he crushed on that girl? no way! he is a married man! married guys don't have crushes! it is impossible".

Joey read the music sheets and nodded. She had studied most of the songs, and though she had never been a huge fan of the band, she liked it enough to easily follow the tempo of each tune.

Gerard looked at her playing and hated the fact Mikey was right. She kept following each change they were doing and even threw a few herself that worked perfectly. He hated it 'cos she made it fun, and he wanted to hate her. Very childish of him, but yet, that's how he could describe it.

Frank looked at Mikey and then at Ray as they all played "Thank you for the Venom" and knew in his guts this was it. Musically this is what they needed. And also knew it was a shitty situation 'cos he had already made an enormous fuss and didn't really know how to fix it.

- "Shit!"- Ray said as soon as the song ended.

- "Yeah, that was great."- Gerard said and smiled. He knew he couldn't get away with it. Shit worked. And it worked awesomely- "Can we do "Parade"?"

- "Sure, just let me read it first. That's a long one,"- Joey said and grabbed one of the sheets. Mikey walked to his brother and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to admit it.

- "I hate you."- Gerard whispered.

- "I know, just say it"

- "No"

- "Say it"- Mikey raised an eyebrow and kinda chuckled.

- "You were right. She's good,"- Gerard whispered, and his brother nodded.

- "God damn, I'm right!"

- "Ok, let's do this before I totally forget it..."- Joey said and smiled- "And who's gonna play the G note?"- the whole band stared at her, and she shrugged- "G note, not G spot, don't get scared"- Gerard chuckled, and he hated himself for it- "Come on pervs, let's do this!"

Somehow, Joey felt a little more in place between the guys, probably 'cos being a drummer, she was pretty used to hang out with men, from her teachers to classmates. She used to have girl bands growing up, but she found it easier working with guys professionally.

- "So, lunch?"- Ray asked and left his guitar aside. They had been jamming for over two hours.

- "Nice, I'm starving,"- Mikey did the same and turned to Joey- "Wanna come?"- she froze and looked at the whole band from behind the drums- "We are gonna go grab something to eat."

- "Yeah, then we can continue the practice,"- Gerard added and walked to the door. Joey kept in silence and looked at Mikey, smiling sweetly.

- "Ok... sure."

- "Great!"- Ray smiled- "Come on, are you a fan of Indian food? There's a fantastic place a few blocks from here!"

Frank sighed and walked outside to light a cigarette. He was sure Ray had a thing for Joey, and that upset him, most of all 'cos, just as Gerard had thought, Ray was a married man, and a happily married man, he shouldn't care about Joey that much. He was way into making her feel good. And that made Frank uncomfortable. And most of all, like a jerk for being mean to her in the first place.

- "Hey"- Joey appeared by his side all of a sudden and scared the shit out of him- "Sorry!"

- "I didn't know you were coming behind me."

- "Everybody had to pee. Apparently, they all have a small bladder,"- Frank grinned, lit a cigarette, and offered Joey one- "Thanks, I quit a few years ago."

- "Really? why?"

- "'Cos I stopped breathing... and found out I was asthmatic, which made total sense when I gave it a thought"- Frank nodded.

- "I shouldn't smoke either. My lungs are shit; I'm a bronchitis magnet."

- "I feel you"- Joey opened her backpack and took out her coconut butter hand cream. Frank looked at her and sort of smiled.

- "Do you want some? it's gonna be good to keep those tattoos from washing away"- Frank left the cigarette on his lips and grabbed the cream.

- "You are not even in the band yet, and you are making me use hand cream."

- "Tell you, what if I get the job I'll make sure I'll keep you moisturize every day,"- the young woman winked at him and saw the rest of the band walking towards them. She didn't notice Frank's face, who had turned purple after those words.

Matthew took a look at his clock as he walked outside the set. Joey should be back home by then, so he dialed her number and waited.

- "Hey, Akumu!"- he heard Joey's cheerful voice at the other side of the line and smiled.

- "Hey, Yami! How was it? Did you get the job? were those guys nice to you? are you ok?"

- "You are not gonna believe this, but we talked about it, and I have the feeling things are pretty much clear between us."

- "That's great, dorky! What are you doing now? are you back home?"

- "No, we came to grab something to eat, and then we'll continue rehearsing."

- "So you are still with the band then?"- Gubler was surprised, but happy things were working.

- "Yeah, and how's the reading going?"

- "Good, we've been at it the whole morning, now I'm about to eat something, and then I'll keep reading my lines."

- "Looking like a maniac pointing a fake gun made with your fingers?"

- "Just like any other day"- Matthew made a pause as he kept walking in circles, thinking about his girlfriend hanging somewhere with that band- "Hey, are those guys being nice to you?"

Joey looked back at the table where the band was eating and nodded, knowing her boyfriend couldn't see her.

- "Surprisingly, yes. They are all being very friendly. They apologize for being assholes yesterday."

- "Wow, really?"

- "Yeah, we had a weird deep talk in the morning. I think shit is cool now."

- "I'm glad, Yami."

- "Yeah, I've got the feeling they might actually give me the job."

- "That would be awesome."

- "I know! Anyway, Akumu, I have to go. I gotta do my best to be nice with these guys."

- "Please, don't be too nice. They don't really deserve it,"- Matthew joked, and Joey chuckled.

- "You are right, but mama needs to work."

- "But daddy can take care of you,"- Joey chuckled, making her best to process that information.

- "I love you so much, Gubler, but I can deal with this on my own."

- "I know you can."

- "Thank you."

- "I just wanna help."

- "Your support and love are all the help I need to make it."

- "So, what are we gonna do?"- Mikey asked his brother, and Gerard cleared his throat, looking at Joey talking on the phone on the other side of the diner.

- "I know you want her to stay, guessing Ray is dying to work with her,"- Gerard raised an eyebrow at his friend, and Frank nodded.

- "Yeah, you are way into that chick."

- "No way! I'm just trying to be nice 'cos you've been jerks."

- "Oh, come on!! you've got jizz all over your underwear!"- Frank's comment made Mikey laugh and almost choke with his lunch.

- "Dude, you went too far!"- Ray argued, disgusted- "And no, I don't have a crush on her, I just feel bad you made her so uncomfortable, and I'm trying to make it up for her."

The band looked at him in silence as Mikey kept coughing.

- "Dude, are you ok?"- Joey asked as she sat back at the table- "Do you want some water?"- and she reached out her glass to him, who took it and drank most of it.

- "Thanks"

- "What happened?"- the young woman asked, and Mikey smiled, breathing a little better.

- "We were talking about jizz"- Gerard covered his face with both hands as he heard his brother talking, and Joey laughed, nodding.

- "I'm so happy I was far away from you,"- Joey said and closed her eyes, pretending to be disgusted- "Anyway, Matthew says hi,"- she smiled at the band and continued eating.

- "Is he on set?"- Frank asked, staring at his food.

- "Table reading, tomorrow they start rehearsal and all those things I don't really remember 'cos I love him, but sometimes I don't follow all the steps into the shooting process."

They all smiled and nodded in silence for a moment. Gerard looked at Frank and lift his brows. Iero sighed and nodded.

- "So... do you wanna play with us for the next couple of months?"- Gerard just put out the question and stared directly into Joey's eyes. She looked at him surprised and didn't know what to say- "We have a very long tour, so we have to compromise to make it work."

- "I thought you hated me."

- "I don't hate you, none of us hates you... we just started with the wrong foot, but I think we can make it work,"- Gerard finished his words, nearly whispering. Joey's heart was racing. She couldn't believe she got the job, this was by far the best job Jo had ever have, and she couldn't wait to tell her parents. They were gonna be so proud.

- "I would love to play with you guys, thank you for the offering,"- Joey answered and grinned- "And again, I'm sorry for Tucker and all that shit."

- "Nah, forget it"- Ray quickly replied- "We know you are right for the band right now."

- "But if you are gonna be with us, we have to talk about the legal agreements"- Mikey said- "I hate that part, but we have to talk with our lawyers, do the paperwork."

- "Sure, not a problem."

- "And we are gonna need a tutorial to learn how to fucking spell your last name,"- Frank added and make everybody laugh. He looked at Joey smiling, and it felt like those few seconds were in slow motion, without any reason. Iero knew he was going to remember that particular moment for the rest of his life. He just didn't know why yet.

- "Yeah, what's the problem with your last name? when I called you yesterday, I had to practice it for a half-hour."

- "And you misspelled every single fucking letter in it, sorry"- she said to Ray and took a sip of her coke before she answered- "It's from Iceland, dad's from there. And my mom is from Colombia, which explains Maria Josefina ... I know, weirdest mix ever."

- "Wow, and what the fuck the last name thing?"- Frank asked and finished his food

- "Well, there your last name is defined by your father's name, so my dad's name is Sveinbjörn Sigmundsson"- the whole band stared at her with a blank look on their faces.

- "Sorry, what?"- Frank asked again

- "Sveinbjörn, it's a very common name."

- "Sure! sure it is!"- Iero laughed, and so did Joey.

- "Anyway, over there, your surname is your father's name and, in my case, the noun daughter, in Iceland, dottir, so my last name is Sveinbjörn, my dad's name, plus dottir, get it? Sveinbjörndottir, 'cos I am Sveinbjörn's daughter"- Gerard nodded and asked

- "And if you were a boy?"

- "I would be Sveinbjörnson... what's your dad's name?"

- "Donald"

- "In Iceland, you would be Gerard Donaldson"

- "Shit! my name would suck in Iceland!"- Frank grabbed his head and scratched it- "I would be Frank Frankson!"- and he burst out laughing

- "Dude! you are so lucky you are from Jersey!"- Ray said and turned to Joey- "So Maria Josefina is your mom's heritage and Sveinbjörndottir your father's."

- "Exactly, and that's why Joey is the best way to avoid people getting mistaken with my name."

- "Seems legit"- Gerard said and looked at everybody smiling. He turned to Joey and tried to study her face for a moment. Sure, her skin was paperwhite, and her eyes were slightly green, but she didn't look like the classic island chick you might imagine. Maybe there was too much Colombia on her.

- "What is it?"- she asked him when she found him staring at him.

- "Nothing"- he blushed and finished his coke- "I was just... trying to find any Icelandic feature on you"- she frowned immediately and didn't answer a word, obviously upset- "Sorry..."

Gerard drove back with Mikey. He wanted to avoid Ray being too nice at Joey, 'cos it still bothered him. And Mikey needed to talk about anything random with his brother to keep his mind busy.

- "Hey, maybe we should do something tonight"- Mikey asked his older brother.

- "Like what?"

- "I don't know... wanna go out? Maybe see some bands? Peter told me there are a few cool shows around this week."

- "Yeah, sure, let me ask Lynz if she wants to join us? what about Alicia?"- Mikey looked over the window and cleared his throat.

- "No, she told me she was meeting some friends tonight."

- "Everything ok?"

- "Yeah, it's all ok"- Mikey wasn't even making an effort to sound ok, but Gerard didn't notice- "So, thanks for what you did."

- "What did I do?"

- "You took an executive decision for the band"

- "I hope Frank doesn't kill me"

- "He won't"

- "And I stand by the fact Ray has a crush on her"

- "I don't think so"- Mikey's phone hummed, and he lazily read the text, "I'll stay with my parents tonight." Just what he needed, a confirmation of his lie. His wife was going to be nowhere to be seen that evening.

- "Hey, Lynz asked me to get something for dinner. Wanna grab something with us, and then we can go out?"

- "Sure."

Frank wouldn't stop talking. At some point during lunch, he just stopped trying to hate Joey. He ended up making joke after joke from the minute they got into the rented car until they reached the studio. He was so nice even Ray got worried. But then he thought Frank was probably overcompensating that girl for being such an ass before.

- "Ok so, Tucker ran naked from the studio, got into the car, and drove to get a burger wearing nothing but a cap?"- Joey nearly peed laughing at Frank's story.

- "Yeah!"- he reassured, laughing too- "And the studio was in this basement, and the family of our friend lived upstairs and completely saw him running around mooning everyone"- the drummer couldn't stop laughing, picturing her friend running naked all over.

- "Shitface never told me that story!!"

- "Oh, it's a good one!!!"- Frank chuckled and turned to look at Joey in the backseat- "So why were you touring with him?"

- "'Cos I had an awesome band, and we opened for Thursday for a few dates. I was still in college back then, and Tucker was like my older brother. He taught me a lot and saved me when I was drunk a couple of times, primarily for getting into fights."

Frank smiled and kept looking at Joey for a few seconds, and she cut him a big grin.

- "How come you don't have a band right now?"- Ray asked her and forced Frank to turn around and look at the road.

- "How says I don't?"

- "Do you?"- Joey laughed for a second.

- "No. My last band broke a few months ago, and I've been working on a few projects, but I haven't found people cool enough to share it with,"- Ray and Frank nodded in silence as they parked outside the studio.

- "Ok, kids. Back to work"- Ray said and opened the door. Joey did the same and smiled at Frank when he let her pass before him. She was sure he was extra nice to make up for being such an asshole with her before. And Frank was sure he had to stop being so nice at her 'cos he felt he was about to overstep the line, but he couldn't stop. It was like he stopped hating her to fully endorse a friendship with the girl one minute to the other

- "Get your fucking shit together, Frank."

Around five-thirty, Joey got into her car and sighed. She was exhausted and yet so fucking excited she felt she could run back to her place yelling. She had to wait until she was somewhere safe though, the band could walk out of the studio any minute, and it would be too embarrassing. Embarrassed herself in front of the band's first day working with them was something she wanted to avoid. It was too soon to show her real colors. No need to let them know she was a dork just yet. They had a whole tour to find out.

As she drove back home, she thought of everything that had happened that year. It surely didn't have a great start. Moving to Los Angeles to try to give it a go in music had been hard, really hard. If it hadn't been for her parent's support, she wouldn't have survived. But then she met Matthew, and it felt he could make everything better like magic. On top of that, she now had a real job playing with a huge band. That was a huge reason to celebrate.

- "So, what do you guys think?"- Gerard looked at the band and raised both eyebrows- "Is this shit gonna work?"

- "I don't see why not"- Mikey simply answered and grabbed his phone. Zero news from his wife. Not surprised either- Rehearsal was pretty well

- "No, I mean touring with a girl."

- "Oh, knock it, I thought we had passed that stupid problem,"- the youngest Way looked at brother pretty pissed- "Just grow up!"

- "Aren't you a little too sensitive?"- Gerard frowned and sat back on the couch.

- "No, I'm just tired. I don't wanna hear any more shit about how weird it will be touring with a girl or if Ray has a crush on her."

- "He totally does"- Frank quickly said, chuckling, though he felt slightly out of place saying that considering now he was extra nice with her too, and he didn't have a crush on her.

- "Very mature,"- Ray didn't pay attention to those words and looked at the band- "What we should be doing is preparing the setlist for the tour."

- "Is Brian coming tomorrow?"- Iero asked, walking around looking kind of bored.

- "Yeah, he said so, at ten, I think, to see the venues, schedules, crew. The usual,"- Ray answered and kept typing on his computer- "So, setlist?"- Frank's phone rang, and he walked away immediately.

- "Does anyone remember the name of the movie we watched the other day at my house?"- Gerard asked, looking at the ceiling.

- "The setlist"- Ray repeated.

- "No, it was the Hayao Miyazaki about the little girl."

- "Spirited away"- Ray quickly answered- "Now please! the setlist"

- "Do you think she was tripping?"- Ray looked at Gerard, annoyed, and closed the laptop- "What?"

- "I'm trying to work here, and you are not even listening!"

- "No one is. Why are you blaming me?"

- "Because you are not helping!!"

- "Wanna do the setlist, let's do the fucking setlist"- Gerard grabbed a notebook and a pen and started writing down the name of the songs- "There! A fucking setlist!"

- "What the fuck is your problem?"

- "I have no problem!!"- Gerard kind of shouted.

- "Can you guys please stop yelling?"- Frank asked, annoyed as he turned around, covering the cellphone and giving his bandmate a severe look.

- "Sorry"- Gerard whispered and look down at the sheet of paper.

- "What is going on there?"- Jamia asked her husband.

- "Shit has been kind of tense these last couple of days."

- "Why? preparing the tour?"

- "Yeah"

- "Did you guys find a new drummer?"- Frank sighed and walked outside to smoke a cigarette.

- "Yeah, we signed one today"

- "Great! What's his name?"

- "Joey, with an unpronounceable last name,"- Iero closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he added- "And it's her name... we booked a girl for the tour"- Jamia stayed quiet, processing the information- "She is friends with Tucker, he recommended her, and she is the best drummer we had."

- "Is she nice?"

- "Yeah, and her boyfriend is very nice too,"- Frank knew he had to add the boyfriend factor into the conversation quickly- "She is dating the nerd guy from Criminal Minds."

- "Really? he is hot"

- "I guess... anyway, we've been dealing with the drummer issue most of today, so shit is kind of sensitive."

- "Why? Someone didn't want to work with her?"

- "Well... I didn't"- Frank murmured

- "Why not?"

- "'Cos... I don't know. We've never included a girl in this band."

- "Maybe it's an excellent chance to do something different."

- "Wait, you are not upset we are touring with a girl?"- Frank frowned, not getting his wife's attitude.

- "Why should I?"

- "I don't know? 'cos bitches be crazy?"

- "Franklin Anthony Iero! you take that back!"

- Why are you middle naming me for?"

- "That was sexist!"

- "Sorry, I just thought you were going to be against this whole idea"

- "I think it's cool"

- "Really?"- Frank was in shock- "You are not going to freak out?"

- "No, I'm not going to freak out."

- "Thank you"

- "Besides, she has a really hot boyfriend. Do you think she can introduce him?"

- "Jamia Iero!!"

- "What? It's not like I'm gonna cheat on you. I just wanna stare at him... I bet he is tall"

- "Ok... that's weird for someone who has been a little too sensitive over fans lately,"- Frank joked, but that might have been just a huge mistake.

- "What are you saying? That I'm a psycho about girls around you?"

- "No, no, no honey, it was just a joke"

- "An awful joke"

- "I'm sorry"- Frank took a long drag of his cigarette and sighed- "How are the babies?"

- "Sleeping... I was gonna eat dinner and go to bed too 'cos I'm too fucking tired."

- "You should. Is your mom staying at home with you tonight?"

- "No, Evan is here today. He did some grocery shopping and cooked dinner"

- "He is awesome"

- "Yeah, he is on diaper duty until one, so I better get some rest"

- "Go, honey, talk to you tomorrow, ok?"

- "What are you gonna do tonight?"

- "Drive back to the hotel and play videogames with Ray"

- "Exciting"- Frank chuckled at his wife's words and stubbed out his cigarette.

- "Love you, honey"

- "Love you too"

Jamia was full of it. She hated the idea of Frank touring with a girl, but she knew making a tantrum was worse. They had had too many arguments about female fans already. The last thing she needed was to start a new one. But how was she going to deal with this new drummer? She seemed to be a major threat.

Joey walked into her apartment and jumped around in hyperventilation. She had tried her best to control her emotions all the way back home, but after she closed the door behind her back, there was no way she could stop her excitement.

- "I can't fucking believe this!!"- she yelled and jumped around the place until she finally laid on her bed and hugged a pillow. For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel like a loser. And for the first time ever, she could call her dad and make him proud, giving him the news of her new job.

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ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Characters: GERARD WAY x Reader Link to chapter three :   https://writingforyourpleasure.tumblr.com/post/614886671202287616/characters-gerard-way-x-reader-link-to-chapter

Warnings : None Author’s note: Hi everyone ! Hope you’re all doing okay and having a good day? Sorry for not posting last week I don’t know why but my tumblr bugged all week, but I solve it so I’ll take back my old habit for now on normaly.

4.      “ Waffles “

One thing was sure you were quite anxious and a cigarette will be great right now. But unfortunately for you it would not be possible before at least 2 hours for you to smoke and you anxiety was as flight as your plane was since you were on your way to the next of your tour, but unless many times before the anxiety here wasn’t much related to the tour it self.

Since five days ago you and Gerard have texted each not really talking about anything, most of the time just joking on dumb subjects passing time nicely. Last night you felt like it marked a shifting in your relationship through, you both decided to call each other even if Gerard said to you that it could give him anxiety sometimes. Not this time though. It was great , you’ve passed a lot of time on the phone , you had him on speaker , playing on your bass with Matcha watching you as always. Since you passed most of your nights awake playing bass in silence or sometimes texting Gerard you started to compose a little riff on it and it began to for something more of a song now, you were pleased with the result. Last night you opened yourself to Gerard as he did the same, sharing more personal thoughts and life experience to each other, and because of that you felt yourself drawn closer to the man. That night when you two hung up at 4 am you understood that you were starting to seriously having a crush on him, and you felt flushed at the very though of it .

You didn’t want to risk your band over someone, so now wasn’t the time to start having a crush on the lead singer of the group of which you were the opening band.

You were starting to get embarrassed for making a mountain over something such childish as a crush.

After a few hours you finally were at The great American Music Hall in San Francisco, you came in taxi from the airport , you had quite a trouble to find the parking ,but luckily enough a security guard gave you directions along your way.

The touring bus of my chem was just next to yours and you were gonna try to push as far away as you could to go say hello to them, even if to be true you were dying to do so.

You took your suitcase in hands hopping the two steps before entering the bus.

“Hey Y/N! How was your flight ?” yelled Billy in your face far too happy for your taste, as always.

“Hi, good thank you. How was your stay in L.A?” Remembering how he couldn’t seem to shut up about it the week before you took the break

“Awesome !!! And you how was England?”

“My mom was there so not incredible.” Billy pouted looking like a lost puppy you just kick in the balls, but with far more ginger bear .

“Well at least your dad was there?” Billy knew how much you liked your dad and sometimes when he would come to your family house for a few weeks the both of them acted as if they were family members. He never meted your mom of course , just heard your complaints when you got a little too drunk.

“Yeah , it’s why I didn’t shoot myself already.” Billy laughed at that taking your suitcase from you.

“The guys are in the back , I on the other end gonna take this bad boy where it belongs.” He said pointing at your bag , you nodded silently thanking him and Walking towards the back of the bus.

“Hey guys” you said tearing open the curtains separating the bunks from the back. You gagged a little seeing the whole other band here too. So far for not wanting to see Gerard right away right?

“Yo . What’s new?” Said Ames not really caring for an answer, returning to his phone. He was seated at a proper distance from everyone else . Right beside the curtain in front of the lunch table next to the kitchenette in the right corner of the room. You offered him a nod .

“Hello to you Ms Y/L/N how was dear ol’ England?” said Dex dramatically , seated between Gerard and Mikey, you tried your hardest to concentrate on Dex’s face , and on Dex’s face only. You eyes may or may not have slipped to quickly glance at Gerard along the way .

Dex kiss cheek with you before seating to their previous place and soon everyone followed. You wallow on the couch next to frank , or so to speak cause your head literally was in his lap . He raised an eyebrow at you trying to look somewhat threatening, you offered him you biggest smile and he gently showed you is middle finger with a fake-ass tired look, even if he had a sly grin on his lips.

“Well Matcha’s doing great !” you finally answered .

“Haha good to know , the only things that truly matters , am I right?”

“Damn right you are!”

“Who’s Matcha ?” Asked Ray

“Her dumb golden retriever .” shouted Max from the bunks.

“How dare you?!” Asked Dex horrified with they left hand on their chest , with a look of look of disgust stabbing the entrance towards the bunks where Max was working on his laptop.

“Let it go Dex, mister’s just still embarrassed for that morning when Matcha chew all of his pack of condoms in the middle of my parent’s living room.” You said nonchalantly for everyone to hear. Dex looked at you, his eyes widening and before exploding in laughter followed quickly by everyone else present, well except Mikey for sure.

“How dare you?!” said max, showing his head out of his top bunk , intimidatingly.

“HAHA – How did your parents reacted?” asked Frank.

“Well my mom was on a mission unluckily, I would pay cash to see her reaction, so it was just me and my dad . And we woke up before Max and saw the mess on the carpet so we did the only thing logical to do we just took a seat and enjoyed the show, laughing our ass off. Well for just a minute because we didn’t want anything bad happening to Matcha , so we took everything away from her and put it away from her .” You explained a huge smile plastered across your face remembering you and your dad celebrating this cooking waffles that very morning.

“You PUT IT in my plate , while you two were eating chocolate waffles.” Shouted angrily Max returning to his computer shutting the bunk’s curtains off . Everyone laughed at that.

“Ho boy just remembering that I crave waffles now.” You said jumping on your feet opening the fridge door looking around to check if you had enough to make some .

You had enough. Great.

Everyone was starting to just talk between each other when you turned your back to your friends. Ames returned to his bottom bunk playing on his switch minding his own business.

You decided to make a pot of coffee asking to everyone if they wanted one too, almost everyone said yes. You were gonna need a big ass coffee pot if you were to feed the entire regiment .

“Hey , need help?” you looked up for the coffee pot to find Gerard standing in front of you trying to act as nonchalant as possible but still looking a little stressed.

“Well , if you could summon another coffee pot that would be about just what I need.”

“I can still just go and grab ours and we could just pretend it magically appear in my palm  ? “

“That’ll have to do …. For now.”

“Sorry to be such a disappointment.”

“Meh. You’re lucky, you’re pretty or I will already had thrown you off the bus by now.” You said automatically not fully registering what you just said. But doing so when Gerard blushed discretely.

Gerard leaved pretty fast after that to search for the ho-so-wanted coffee pot. After that the afternoon fly by pretty quickly and soon enough you were on stage setting it on fire and for the first time this season you switched your drums for Dex’s bass while they played electric guitar . Max was playing in the background the angry rhythm of your recorded beats. As always you finished the show sweating madly and before you got to play your version of Do Re Mi , Nirvana’s song , while Dex was telling how once they got the next song playing on repeat for about a week coz’ their phone was bugging and you got so sick of hearing it on speaker even when their phone was shut down that you had my mom packing my drummer headphone all the way from England. Your tank top was soaking wet , and it really wasn’t comfortable at this point . Actually you couldn’t stand it anymore and just got off your shirt feeling immediately stoked by a chill running through your burning skin, making you feel one hundred times better. Even through your sports bra was still wet, the pleasant chill felt like a bless from heaven . You didn’t care much about what people thought about it , you were here to play a show and give zero fucks about society , so they would exactly get what they paid for. Do Re Mi was your favorite song to play to end a show , coz’ even through it marked the end of the show it always felt the contrary , in your eyes it marked the beginning of something , a meaning somehow.

Once the song done you ran up to your bus, stealing the bathroom first , since the venue didn’t had showers in your lodges. You exited the room while putting your pj’s top on at the same time and started to cook waffles trying to get your stage euphoria down.

“What are you cooking, chef ?” Gerard’s voice whispered to you, giving you light chills.

“Huh waffles, is the show already done ?”

“yup.” He said making himself comfortable at the table in front of you and popping the “p” .

“Where’s everybody?”

“Well Dex , Ames and Billy are over at our bus, and I pretty sure Max’s here in his bunk listening to stuff.”

“And what owe me the pleasure to be assisted by your presence tonight sir Way?” You said while looking for plates.

“Ho well I was just here to get our coffee pot back, I mean y’know like at least in the first place…” You stopped your search when sensing the bus motor starting and finally the bus moving to your next destination :  which means your friends were stuck in the other bus and you and Gerard were stuck in this one with max. What could go wrong? Gerard was a little upset for not paying attention to the schedule worrying about sleeping which was indeed understandable to say the least.

“Waffles ?”you said unsure of your own voice.

“You…you know what ? fuck yeah!” He said stopping his mumbling .

You seated to place before him and bringing the plate of waffle to the table with chocolate of course and whipped cream. Both of you were clearly starving after the show and you finished 5 to 6 waffles each one in your belly. Max stopped briefly to taste one claiming he wasn’t really hungry right now and was going to sleep and if you could just whisper to each other since the bunks were close to the mini kitchen of the bus, you nodded , humming in agreement. You and Gerard discussed until 5 am talking about DnD and the different sounds of nature that you liked, you were happy to find someone who didn’t looked at you weirdly after you admitted falling asleep on singing wheels.

“Fuck I’m so tired right now, stupid coffee pot….NOT that I don’t like being with you of course!!”

“It’s okay Gee , I understand it’s late and I’m feeling sleepy too…” You blushed furiously at the nickname you just used since it was the first time that you let it slipped past your tongue. Gerard’s probably mirroring your expression right now. God this is embarrassing. “ Huh well huh , if you want there’s still Ames bunk, Billy’s and Dex’s , but I wouldn’t choose Dex one if I were you , don’t know if the hygiene is very much to this year regulation haha…. And huh there’s still huh my bunk… I mean it wouldn’t be that comfortable but yeah…” Your face was now on fire , you finally dared to make a move, flirting’s one thing but being blunt is well….very different it’s another level. Two choices appears to you him saying no which’s definitely going to be the case or him saying yes which is your phantasm.

“Well … I don’t mind being uncomfortable ?”  What? Did Gerard just said he didn’t mind to sleep by your sides tonight? Your cheeks could definitely grill an entire BBQ at this point . Gerard was also blushing a little behind his long locks covering his face .

What happened next was pretty awkward and could be resume in you locking yourself in the bathroom to change into your legging and an XXL t-shirt from the tattoo shop were you used to work. You panicked not knowing what to do but burning with impatience . Finally a moment where it was going to be just the two of you being calm in an non awkward silence.

“So ready to visit my fortress ?” You said quietly not to wake up Max , stepping out of the bathroom.  

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” Said Gerard with an innocent smile on his face , he seemed calm and relaxed , probably because of his tiredness you though. He looked so incredibly handsome in his grey large jogging and just his large white shirt, with his chubby cheeks and his beard of 1 week, he looked as cute and sweet as a cinnamon roll right now.

Both of you took a little time before deciding which position suited both of you . You were the big spoon while he was the small one, your breath was playing with his hair a little . Your bunk was a bottom one and you had an entire widow which was an tinted glass so were little light did go through during the night but the view was so soothing. Your arms were hugging him just delicately resting against his hubby belly, you liked that it was so charismatic. You felled asleep quickly smelling honey shampoo and dreaming of dark locks falling before a sweet smiling face.

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EX AND AN INTEREST

Gerard Way x Reader Brother!Frank Iero x Reader

Synopsis:

Unable to fabricate an excuse strong enough to avoid a social event her brother hoped she’d attend with him and a couple of friends, Y/N finds herself at the Danger Days: The true lives of the fabulous killjoys album release party. Besides, she hadn’t properly seen him or the boys in months while they worked on their album day in and day out, plus she owed it to Frank to show her support. Truth is she missed the MyChem boys, but would the event be too eventful for her when she’s caught in an awkward situation featuring an ex and an interest.

Word count: 2,002

“The album is art, y/n! Like, comic art.” Was the response you got for asking Frank why his band was hosting their album release party in a small art gallery. There was some logic behind it, you’d give him that, but you also knew that his answer was complete bullshit; most likely something Gerard had told him to say if anyone raised any questions.

It was a fairly large space, the gallery, but it was cut into sections by unfinished walls that you could quickly disappear behind. That might come in handy. You was sure that some point this evening you’d perform your infamous disappearing act, and so in a way it seemed as though this space was set up to accommodate that.

The music was loud and the lights were dim casting shadows around the walls and floor, wearing a black dress would only aid you to slink into the shadows later on. You didn’t really know anyone here part from Frank, Gerard, Mikey and Ray, whose faces were plastered on the walls in their killjoy posters. Danger Days really did seem like a work of art when you thought about it, the boys were the characters of a post-apocalyptic fantasy world contrasted by black and white and colour. Their aliases, their costumes, the settings and the alternate reality it all lived in was a moving comic spawned from the brilliant brain of Gerard Way.

You had been abandoned almost the minute you’d arrived, by your own brother nonetheless, left to fend for yourself in the cluster of dancing bodies, blaring music, and dark lights interrupted by strobes. There were tables situated at different points throughout the venue, acting as check points for a rest or a refuel of an alcoholic beverage. There was one table in particular that caught your fancy, the only reason being that Gerard stood before it collecting a drink, his back to the party surrounding him. This table was larger and held more drinks than the others did.

A few steps forward from the entrance and you were stood by the man with the vivid red hair.

“What’s your Party Poison?” You asked, a quick smirk quirking one side of your lips, amused by your own joke. He turned a bit startled, his eyes seemed slightly panicked but the look removed itself from his face when he recognised you.

“That question would be better suited for Fun Ghoul over there.” His head jerked slightly to a direction behind him where you could easily see your brother having a good time, chatting to a few friends that you didn’t recognise. He was bopping along to the pop-punk song playing through the speakers, clearly not in time to the beat, his footing was off but his smile was there lighting up his face. You chuckled for a moment, he was good for now.

“How many drinks has he had? You guys just got here.” Gerard’s voice pulled you back, your focus on him, the background blurring out around him.

“He had a couple before we got here.” You shrugged your shoulders on one side, crossing your arms in front of you. A smile still played at your lips, it was more humorous than anything else when it came to Frank and drinking, so you’d never minded looking after him at the end of the night.

“You never answered my question Gee.” He quirked his head to the side with an inquisitive smile “What’s your Party Poison, Party Poison?”

“Funny.” With a little chuckle and a shake of his head, the aftermath of which was a face full of red hair, he replied with “Ah, non-alcoholic.” He raised the beer bottle in his hand, tipping it forward towards you slightly before taking a sip.

“That’s smart.” Your hand reached up instinctively to brush his hair away and out of his face, tucking it gently behind his ear, your fingers lightly grazed over his cheek. His eyes were intense as they bore into you for a moment, it was like he was studying your face, which he had done before when using you as inspiration for his drawings, but this was different.

“Are you trying to seduce me, y/n?” His voice was soft but cheeky and full of confidence. He never faltered.

You still hadn’t moved your hand away. “That depends... is it working?” His grin was all the reassurance you needed. You knew saying what you had was risky, even for your relationship, still you weren’t purposefully trying to seduce him. It was more of a reflex.

“I would say-”

You hadn’t managed to focus on the rest of what Gee was trying to say to you because your eyes landed on the literal last person you wanted to see, and he had the upper hand; he’d seen you first. By the time you’d even trained your eyes on him he was already on his way over, stalking though the crowds of people, watching you.

You snapped your head back to Gerard, your hand falling from his face. You’d just noticed that his hands were on your shoulders and he was shaking you ever so lightly.

“Are you okay, y/n?”

“My ex is coming over here right now!” You knew your eyes were wide and your face was clearly displaying your panic but you really didn’t mind as it had instantly conveyed the message to Gerard who quick as anything glanced between you and the guy approaching you before gripping your hand tight and whisking you away through the crowd, the opposite way to your ex.

Before you knew it you were through the hoard of people and ducked behind one of the separating walls. You’d slammed your backs against the walls once you’d made it to safety, it was quieter here. You snuck a peak at Gerard who was already looking back you, the look you shared in that moment sent you into a small bout of giggles and snickers. You could only imagine y/ex/n as he lost sight of you through the other guests. The mere thought made you laugh more, and in turn so did Gerard. His laughter was spellbinding and inviting, you don’t think you’d ever heard a voice so blissful and comforting until you’d met Gee.

“So That was your ex, huh?” He’d turned his whole body to you now, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a loose tank top you’d seen a hundred times before, but how could it ever get old when it revealed a fair amount of skin down each side of his torso, you wished he’d wear it more. You nodded slowly, pivoting your body to face his.

“He didn’t seem like much” You almost snorted at that.

“He isn’t” Gee raised his eyebrow inquisitively, so you added “Bit of a dick, really. No one believed me all that much when it ended and I told them what he was really like. I think they get it now”

“What was he really like? And why have I never heard about any of this?” He looked concerned, he didn’t need to be. Nothing too bad had ever happened.

“The damage was psychological not physical, Gee, don’t worry. It was only a few months and you’ve been so busy with work, it just didn’t seem right to bother you with any of it.” You threw in a little chuckle for good measure, just to put him at ease. You realised the way you’d worded it made it seem worse than it was.

“That can be sometimes be nearly as bad as physical, y/n/n.” He was leaning in now, you were already close before but you could feel his breath ghosting over your skin, spreading warm tingles throughout your body. His arm lifted to rest on yours reassuringly. You didn’t need the reassurance but you weren’t going to turn your nose up at an opportunity of physical contact with him.

You couldn’t look away from his eyes, they were pleading for you to tell him more. “I’m over it Gee, it’s just, he would lie all the time even about stupid things that didn’t matter, you know? And there were these incidents that just, I don’t know if they were technically cheating or not... But I promise you, I’m over it”

“Y/n... I need you to know that you can come to me about anything, okay? I don’t care if I’m busy, or working of even out of the country! I’m here no matter what” He didn’t quite seem satisfied with your answer, like he didn’t trust you were really okay, which you were but the reassurance was nice and you appreciated it anyway, especially because it was coming from him.

“And to think, i used to believe you were the bad guy.” His worried look snapped right from his face to be replaced with one of confusion, then amusement. He smirked a bit regaining his posture, his face now even closer to yours as he shuffled forward slightly.

“And what gave you that impression?” The mischievous glint in his eyes and the giant smirk were too exaggerated, so much so that his smirk was more of a grin. He was really enjoying this, the idea of being the bad boy, which only proved further that he was anything but that. He was too sweet, but he wanted to play, so you’d play.

“Maybe the black hair, or the black clothes. It could’ve been the eyeliner or the punk band that did it, or maybe a mixture of all of those things”

“So you’re saying I don’t look like the bad guy anymore?” His smirk would not go away.

“I’m saying you don’t act like it. But by all means-” Oh no. He was back, rounding a corner before his eyes landed on yours. Why couldn’t y/ex/n just piss off already. Was it too awkward to break eye contact? He’d definitely seen you. You tore your gaze away as quick as you could, albeit a bit harshly, to speak to Gerard again.

“Quick! Kiss me!”

“Uh, bite me” His voice was light as he chuckled, he thought you was joking, was the panic in your voice not evident enough? Do you just kiss him? No, that’s wrong, but you’re running out of time.

“Later, but first, kiss me. My ex is behind you, he’s-” your voice was quickly muffled and cut off but you didn’t mind one single bit because his lips were so soft on yours and held an underlying ferocity, it’s obvious you’d both been wanting this but neither of you would ever admit that to the other. Not yet anyway, not under these circumstances. His hands held onto your face tight and you knew that your cheeks were squishing under his palms. You hadn’t even had time to take a breath before his lips collided with you so you were quick to run out of oxygen. You pulled away a lot sooner than you would’ve liked.

Now, though, you had a nice view of his face up close, his red cheeks, perplexed look as if he had done something he shouldn’t‘ve. You assumed he was thinking about how Frank would react to him kissing his younger sister. Probably not well.

“You really wanted to shut me up that bad?” All worry Vanished with that one rhetorical question as he smiled and scoffed at you.

“No, I could listen to you talk all day. Your ex on the other hand, I desperately wanted to piss off.” Which worked because your ex was no long anywhere you could see him. You barely noticed though because Gerard’s hands were still resting on your face, but much lighter now as one of his thumbs stroked across your cheek. He was smirking again, you swore that it was his default expression and gently shook your head to yourself.

“Forget him. Do that again”

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[86-was-his-year]

The Contaminated Chapter 3

Warnings: Swearing, naked scene, that's basically it.

The cars weren't a bad find. They provided a couple things to eat, some ammo, and carry little medical care. Ray was still happy with what we found. I gave him what I had because he used to be a doctor before all this happened.

"So, our camp us around the block. We gave one other person living with us but, you'll have to excuse her. She's a bit hyper when meeting new people." Gerard said while pulling on his bag.

"She?" I asked eagerly. I haven't seen another woman since the beginning of this whole thing.  I was excited to actually see her.

"Yeah, think she'll be happy to see you too." Gerard said taking the lead, away from the cars. Frank and Bob followed last,  guns up watching the surrounding area. I was guessing that they all had a position and I was just there. I stood in front of Bob and Frank and I guess they were okay with it because no one told me to move.

Out of all of them I think Ray was the nicest. It was either in his blood or he just learned it from dealing with patients most of his adult life.  His curly hair was pulled back in a small fluffy ponytail which I assumed was so it didn't affect him seeing. He's the one that smiled the most. When I gave him my supplies he smiled and thanked me in his high pitched voice and gave me a small hug.  Yup, he was the nicest.

Bob and Frank seemed like the kind of people you didn't even want to be associated with back when the world was normal. Bob still had heard face piercings in and Frank had a bunch of tattoos littered around his skin. His tattoo sleeves we're visible thanks to the hot weather and his short black shirt. They seemed tough but I had a feeling they were softies on the inside.

Gerard and Will were most likely the peace makers. They bother seemed reasonable and Will was too young to be corrupted. Will had short brown hair that stuck to his scalp tightly. He seemed like Gerard's younger brother with the way they talked so much. Will asking what he could do when they got back and Gerard answering with just relax before petting his hair, making it a bit unruly.

Then, there was Mikey.  He was by my side and was listening intently to what Ray had to say about the medicine that he got today. He seemed excited about what he could do with it. His mousy brown hair swooped across his forehead and the tails were covered by his small framed glasses.  He didn't smile since I net him but he smirked at something Ray had said. I unknowingly made a mission to make him smile.

The buildings around the area seemed very promising. Some of the alleyways had dumpsters covering the space so none of the things could make their way in. Others had pieces of wood or cars in the way.

"Did you guys put that jam of cars there?" I asked getting the idea as multiple cars lined the alleyways.

"No that one just happened to be there. We never got around to searching it though." Frank answered seeing as none of the guys heard me or cared to explain.

"Smart idea." I said looking around at the stores. Seeing all the blocked off storefronts. They obviously hadn't searched then yet and I was intent on finding more stuff. I had gone without too much and this place was probably the jackpot.

"We haven't searched any of the stores yet. We just settled in here." Frank explained again. "We found Rose hiding out here. She welcomed us with open arms. You kinda remind me of her." He said giving me a fond look. I smiled back and ran my hand through my short blonde hair, trying to call my nerves.

I had been nervous at first considering there was 6 men and they just happened to show up when I needed help. What if they had been following me or if they were going to kill me and eat me? They were way too nice for them being in the Apocalypse. They trusted me right away. But, then again I did the same thing with them.

"Here we are. Frank, Bob check for any shufflers. Ray, Mikey stay with Gracie and Will. I'll grab Rose." Gerard said opening the door to a small Walmart. I'm guessing it was just for people passing through or if you needed a small shopping trip.

"Alright." Frank said and split off with Bob. They walked around the front of the building going into the alleyways. Surprisingly there was more of the shufflers -as they called them- around the Walmart. I assumed it would be more by the wreckage if the cars or by the entrance to the town. Frank had his rifle poised on something as he disappeared down the alleyway. Shots rang out and then there was silence.

"Alright we're good to go in." Gerard said opening the door so everyone could come in. Frank and Bob were still missing from the group and even though I didn't know them well at all, I still wanted to stay and wait for them.

"What about Frank?" I asked looking around the area to see if they were close to coming back at all.

"They'll be back. They are just checking to see of we are clear. Don't worry, they are our best shots." Gerard said holding the door open for me. I looked around again and decided that it would be best of I went inside to wait for them.

"Alright." I said giving up the fear I had for them and following Gerard inside. It was a big store. It didn't look like it on the outside but there was quite a lot of space in the store.  The checkouts were closed off with boards and doors with tiny squares cut into the middle. The customer service space was also blocked off by a large gate that you would usually see on the prescription counter but  guess they moved it over here.

"So while we wait for Frank and Bob to get back, I can give you the grand tour." He said setting his bag next to one of the checkout stations. I couldn't understand how he could be so at home and comfortable to put it down so I just clutched my bag tighter. "So, over here is where we all sleep. We moved the gates for the medicine space to make us feel a bit safer while sleeping. The checkout stands are used if we get overrun, each station has two different guns and a knife if you run out of ammo. The rest of the store is basically the same. It hasn't been touched so I'm assuming everyone either fled to somewhere else or died before they got the memo." Gerard said sitting on one of the benches that was bolted to the wall.

"And you guys just made this?" I asked pointing the sleeping area and the checkout lines. The craftsmanship wasn't that bad for having limited supplies.

"Frank worked on it the most. He's a pretty bright man. He came up with the idea and everything." Gerard said scratching his head. the old dye must have been bothering his head or something. "So, the bathrooms are over there if you need to freshen up. We have water." He said pointing to a dimly lit hallway. I hadn't noticed yet but they actually had power. The usually bright fluorescent lights glowed a bit dimmer now but it was light!

"You guys have power? But, how?" I asked looking up at the ceiling.

"Every store has a back up generator. We just had to get gas and Frank fired it up. at least cars come in handy for something right? Well, I'm going to grab something to make for us and you can do whatever you want." Gerard got up from the bench and made his way to the back leaving me to do, like he said, whatever.

I decided freshening up a bit would be the best thing for right now. I can't remember the last time I had a shower and I didn't feel very good being this dirty. The hallway was a bit sketchy but I made it back to the employee bathroom without a hassle with a shuffler or a random straggler. The sight of the bathroom was enough to make me tear up a little. The tile was clean and not grubby, the sinks were the same way as well. I'm guessing this is the only thing they actually cleaned on a regular basis.

The best thing was the small shower that sat in the back of the room. There was a small sign on the door that said- 'Employees wash if you need to. 10$' Well, at least they cared about hygiene. As I started to look more around the bathroom there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." I said quietly. Gerard popped his head in the door with his eyes closed.

"Are you decent?" He asked politely.

"Yeah." I said looking down at my still clothed body.

"Oh, well I just wanted to let you know that the towels are in the office back here and we have stuff to wash your clothes. Do you have extra's with you?" He asked looking at me as he fully opened the door revealing he had already grabbed a towel and a bag for my clothes.

"No, I haven't found any lately that fit me so this is it." Is said outstretching my arms so he could get a good look.

"I think Rose might have some or she can just look in the store for something." He said handing me the towel and the bag. "There's already some soap in there that you can use and brushes in the box under the sink. Just leave the clothes on the door handle and I'll pick them up on my way with new clothes for you." He said smiling.

"Thank you so much. I owe you my life." I said smiling around at the bathroom. It was every dream I had after the fall of society and I could die happy now that I had a place to live.

"It's no problem, Gracie. I'm a sucker for helping people. I was a therapist what can I say?" He said shrugging his shoulders as he smiled.

"Thank you." I said again. I just couldn't say it enough now.

"You're welcome. Now, get in the shower you stink." He said walking out of the bathroom before closing the door. I felt the towels fibers between my fingers and smiled. it was the soft, fluffy kind that was way too expensive so you only bought one, and you were happy with just one. My dirty clothes went into the bag and I hung it on the outside door handle like Gerard had said to do. I was afraid at first that someone would walk in and see me in my vulnerable state but after a while of staring at my naked self in the mirror I decided I didn't care and I was having a shower whether someone was to walk in or not.

The shower was a bit small but I didn't care. I was just going to wash and be done with it. The warm water was heaven on my aching muscles and scalp. I could see months of dirt and grime wash away with the water and blood down the drain. It felt like the old me was washing away and a new me was starting to form. I was shedding my old skin and growing a new one. I was ready to finally have a place that I could call home and people I could maybe trust.

The shampoo and conditioner did wonders on my short unruly blonde hair. It smelled like some kind of tropical fruit mixture and I kinda wanted to eat it. That's when I noticed my stomach was aching. I hadn't eaten anything in about a week and I was too busy looking for a shelter to think about eating, which caused the pain in my stomach to go unnoticed. After quickly rubbing myself down with soap I turned off the shower and grabbed the towel, quickly drying off while waiting for Gerard to get back with the clothes.

After about ten minutes of me waiting I got impatient and went to open the door to call for Gerard. I was dripping went and it was getting cold and uncomfortable waiting for him so of course I was getting impatient. I wrapped my hand around it and was about to open it when someone beat me to it and flung the door open causing me to fall of the ground, my towel getting let go in the process.

"Hey, Gerard asked me to bring these up to you- Oh shit." Frank said closing his eyes quickly before blindly holding out his hand. "Shit, I'm sorry I didn't see anything, I didn't mean to come barging in. I should've knocked."

"It's alright. As long as it was an accident." I said grabbing his hand before grabbing my towel. "You can look now." I said after getting the towel securely wrapped around my body again.

"Well, here's the clothes. I'll leave you to it I guess. I'm super sorry about knocking into you." He said backing out of the bathroom while closing the door. The blush on my cheeks was noticeable as I turned to look at myself in the mirror again. My hair was a lighter blonde than it had been before the shower and my skin was brighter and smooth. The dirt and blood had been washed away and I looked completely different.

I am a new me.

#my chemical romance #my chemical frank #my chemical gerard #frank iero x reader

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Pregnancy (Ray Toro x Reader)

Can I please request a Ray fic where you tell him you’re pregnant and the story goes through all your weeks and stuff including when you find out the baby is a girl (if that makes sense) and then you give birth?

Holy shit this was long. And then Tumblr ate some of it. But my brain remembered some of it, thank god. 

Warnings: Swearing, most likely inaccurately described childbirth.

Also, I didn’t want the baby to have the same name as any of you, so Y/B/N means your baby’s name. 

Y/F/N: Your Friends Name.

You sat in your house waiting for your husband, Ray, to get home. You got the blood test results back from the doctor and they confirmed you were pregnant. Now, you needed to tell Ray. After about five minutes of sitting on the couch staring at the wall, Ray’s keys jingled in the door. You jumped up and turned to face the door as he walked in, guitar case in hand. “Hey, babe! How’d it go at the studio?” 

“Good, we’re almost done, actually. How was your day?” He smiled, wrapped his arms around you, and then kissing your forehead.

“Great, amazing actually!” You replied automatically.

He released his grip on you and looked down at you. “Really? What happened?”

“Well…” You said as walked over to the couch, keeping him in suspense. He followed you, motioning with his hands for you to keep speaking. “What would you say if I told you I was pregnant?” 

The biggest smile you’d ever seen spread across his face. “Are you seriously pregnant Y/N!?” You nodded and he engulfed you in another tight hug before pulling away quickly.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, wondering why he yanked himself away from you.

“I don’t want to hurt the baby by squeezing you too hard,” He replied.

You giggled. “You won’t babe, I promise. I can’t believe we’re going to be parents, Ray!” 

“I know!” He pecked your lips before asking, “How long have you known?”

“Um, about a week and a half.” You told him, hoping he wouldn’t be mad that you kept this from him.

He looked slightly discouraged. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, sometimes the home tests aren’t right so I had to go to the doctor. I just got the results from the doctor today.” You held his hand, looking into his eyes as you told him.

“Oh. Ok.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Have you told anyone else?”

“My mom. Do you think we could wait a little while before we tell people? Just kind of, I don’t know, enjoy it?” Ray nodded, understanding where you were coming from. “After we tell people, then the fans will find out, and then it’ll be a little stressful.” 

He placed another soft kiss on your forehead. “Of course, love. But I’m going to go call my family.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” You yawned.

He laughed, he thought you were adorable when you yawned. “Baby, you’re tired. They’ll understand, and you can talk to them tomorrow.” You nodded, feeling your eyelids getting a little heavy. 

2 Months

It’s been two weeks since you told Ray, and you were sort of showing. You could really only notice it when you stood in front of the mirror without a shirt. You were about eight weeks along, and you and Ray decided it was time. Time to tell your friends, and the MCRmy. 

You, Ray, Gerard, Lindsey, Frank, Jamia, and Mikey were sitting at yours and Ray’s house at the table. “Y/N, are you sure you don’t want a beer or some wine, or something?” Frank asked.

“No, I can’t.” You replied and everyone at the table did a double take, except Ray, of course. But after a moment, Lindsey and Jamia had a knowing look in their eyes.

Gerard put his fork down and looked at you and Ray. “What? Why?”

“Well, Ray and I are going to have a baby!” You replied enthusiastically. 

Gerard turned in his seat to hug Ray, “Congratulations, man!” Then Gee got up to hug you, “And holy shit! I’m going to be an uncle, Y/N! Well, an honorary uncle.” 

Lindsey and Jamia, who sat across from you, smiled. “Your first baby! Congratulations!” Lindsey said.

Jamia spoke next. “Frankie and I will babysit some, won’t we Frank?” Frank nodded, slightly reluctant.

Then Mikey, who was next to you, hugged you. “I’ll babysit too, but only if you let me buy this kid a lot of unicorns.”

“Deal.” You laughed.

Next up was Frank, who hugged Ray and you. “Can’t believe you knocked up one of my best friends, Toro. Am I going to have to beat him up, Y/N?” He asked with a thick Jersey accent and a poker face.

“You beat him up, I beat you up, Iero. Got it?” you replied with a New Jersey accent, trying to keep a straight face.

Frank’s poker face broke first and he giggled. “That was your accent?”

“It wasn’t that bad.” You replied.

4 Months

The day after you told your friends, you told the fans. And of course, ¾ were supportive and happy and then there was that 1/3 that didn’t like you or anything to do with you. They told you that you didn’t deserve Ray and shit like that, but Ray always assured you that he loved you.

You had a doctors appointment today, the ultrasound where you find out the gender of the baby. “Ray! We’re gonna be late!” You yelled to your husband. He rushed down the stairs and the two of you went to get in the car.

“You excited, babe?” Ray asked as you pulled into the parking lot of the hospital.

You nodded. “Of course! Nervous, but I’m always nervous when I go to the doctor.

He smiled at you and pulled into a parking space close to the doors (like that’s ever possible). “Don’t be nervous, I’m here. I think it’s going to be a boy. What do you think?” 

You opened your door and got out of the car. “I have a feeling that we’re having a baby girl.”

“You’re probably right.” He placed his hand on the small of your back as you walked up the few steps. “You’re always right.”

You laughed. “You’re a smart man, Ray Toro.” You approached the front desk, signed in, then waited for them to call your name.

About 15 minutes later a woman called, “Y/N Toro?” You stood up, Ray following, and followed the woman to a room. “The doctor will be here in a moment.” 

You nodded, getting up on the bed like you do at every appointment. And a few minutes later, Dr. Graham walked into the room. “Are you ready, Y/N! This is an exciting appointment!” 

“Yes! We’re excited.” You replied as she got the ultrasound jelly and got ready to put it on your growing stomach. 

She started moving the wand(?) around your stomach. You and Ray watched the screen, seeing your baby. “Baby Toro seems to be….” She looked for a moment longer. “A baby girl!” 

You and Ray were home now, getting ready to call your friends. “Frank is Jamia there?…Well, put me on speaker then…. Yeah, it went well. Gee owes you ten bucks, the baby’s a girl!” You told your best friend, Frank Iero and his wife. 

Ray was sitting across from you, on the phone with Gerard, Mikey, and Lindsey “Gee, you owe Frank ten dollars.” And you could hear a loud ‘damn it! But congrats!’ from Gerard on the other end of the phone.

6 Months

You and Ray were almost done setting up the baby’s room, except for a few toys. It was beautiful.

Or (pick one or none it’s not like I’ll know)

You were probably going to have quite a few more things after today though because your friends had decided to throw you a baby shower. You were driving to your friend, Y/F/N’s, house with Ray to see what all they had set up.

You pulled up to their house and was greeted by a few of your other friends. (A/N - Wow this is vague.) Once inside, you talked to some people, ate a few things, and then Ray told you it was time to open presents. “Ok, guys! Y/N is going to open presents now!” Y/F/N called and people began gathering around your seat. 

The first few gifts were clothes, and the next few toys, and the next few small furniture items. You started to feel bad because you didn’t need the furniture. You and Ray never planned on a baby shower, so you bought everything yourself. “Thank you so much, guys!” You said, looking at the gifts and your friends. “You’re gonna make me cry!” There was a chorus of ‘aw’s’ and everyone started to help clean up.

-

You and Ray were in the car driving home, a trunk full of gifts. “Ray, did those chairs have receipts? Because she doesn’t need two of each.”

“I’m not sure babe. If not, we can donate it or something.” He replied.

You nodded. “Yeah, forget about the receipts. We’ll donate them.” You smiled over at your husband, and then put your hand over your stomach. The baby was kicking, which wasn’t unusual. “Ray, it’s starting to become more and more real.”

He nodded, reaching a hand over to put on your stomach. “Every time we buy something for her, or feel her move, it just brings us one step closer to starting a family.” You were happy, driving in silence with your amazing husband, and unborn, but still amazing, daughter.

8.5 Months 

Approximately two more weeks. Two more weeks until you and Ray are parents. It was currently 1 a.m. and you were still awake, sleep was very scarce this late in the pregnancy. “Y/N? Are you still awake?” You heard Ray’s deep, sleep filled voice say next to you.

“Yeah, I’m kind of uncomfortable. Like, my back is hurting pretty bad.” You replied.

He sat up and wrapped his arm around you and you laid your head on his shoulder. Then pain washed over your body. You doubled over as best you could with your baby bump. “Ray, I these are contractions.” You said through gritted teeth. 

“Um, ok, should I, um, call the doctor?” He asked one hand frantically searching for his phone, the other hand being squeezed by you. 

You nodded, “Yeah….I think it’s over. Maybe I should call? Since like I’m the pregnant one and stuff?” Ray nodded, handing you the ringing phone. “Um, yes this is Y/N Toro….I’m having contractions…….Wait until they’re closer together? But if my water breaks we should come?…….Ok. Thank you.” You hung up.

“So we have to wait?” Ray asked.

You nodded, rubbing your hand over your stomach. “Until their 7 minutes apart (Ignore the things I get wrong, it’s summer and research is just ew.) but she says if my water breaks we should head to the hospital.”

“Did she give you any, like, pain relief tips?” 

“Um, she said that walking could progress them but that’s about it.” You told him. “I think I’m going to go to the kitchen and get some water.” 

You started to climb out of bed, and Ray followed suit. “I’m coming too.”

You were about 2 feet away from the kitchen when your water broke. “Well, that made a mess.” Was all you could say in your state of shock.

“Ok, love, let’s go have a baby!” Ray said helping you to the door, picking up the pre-packed bags on the way out.

You were sitting in a hospital gown, in a hospital bed, waiting for your midwife to come back. Last time she checked, ten minutes ago, you were 6 centimeters dilated, which means 4 more to go. Another contraction. “Ray! God this hurts so bad.” You told him, holding his hand. 

“I know babe, but you can do this! You’ve put up with me for 5 years, and you’ve put with the little shit that is Frank Iero for 7. That takes a lot of strength.”

You laughed a little as the contraction ended, and the nurse came back in. “Ok, Y/N, I’m going to check your cervix again.” You just nodded.

“Wow, you are progressing quickly. 8 centimeters. If you keep progressing like this it’ll probably be about 15 minutes before you start pushing, ok?”

“Ok. Thank you!” She nodded and then went to look at one of your charts. “15 minutes, Ray. 15.” You whispered. 

He kissed the hand he was holding. “I know babe, 15-ish minutes until we get to hold Y/B/N.”

After fifteen minutes of contractions and nervousness, the nurse came back. “Same thing as always, Y/N.” She told you. “9 centimeters. I’m going to go get the doctor, by the time we get back you should be ready to have a baby!” 

After she left the small room, you turned to Ray. “I’m scared. What if I can’t do this? What if I’m not a good mom?”

“Hey,” Ray whispered. “It’s going to be fine. You’re going to do great, Y/B/N is going to do great, and you’ll be the best mom ever. Ok?”

“Ok.” You answered.

Then the door opened and three people walked in. “Who’s ready to have a baby?” The doctor asked, sitting down in front of you. “You’re ready, Y/N. Now when this next contraction starts and I count to three, I want you to push, alright?”

The next contraction washed over you about thirty seconds later, “One, two, three.” And you pushed, hard. “Ok, great, one more time.” Another push. “One more, Y/N. The last one for this contraction.” Another big push. “Great! Next contraction, same thing.”

Next contraction hit. You squeezed Ray’s hand and followed the doctor’s instructions, “Keep pushing, Y/N! Even when this contraction is over. We’re getting closer!” The fact that the baby was getting closer gave a burst of energy and you pushed again. “I can see the head, faintly, but I can. Keep going until you’re really tired.”

“You’re doing so amazing babe,” Ray told you.

You pushed again. “Not. Helping. Toro.” You said through gritted teeth. 

“Two more!” 

One push.

Another push.

A baby crying. “Oh my god, Y/N, she’s beautiful.” Ray gasped. 

“Mr. Toro? Would you like to cut the cord?” One of the nurses asked, and Ray went over to her eager to see his baby. Not long after, a small bundle of blankets was brought to you. “Do you guys have a name picked out?”

“Y/B/N.” You said softly, more to the sweet baby in your arms than to the nurse.

“We made this, Y/N. Can you believe that?” Ray asked, brushing his hand across her head. “She’s stunning, just like you.”

Later the next day, everyone came to the hospital, to see the newest member of the Toro family and the newest member of the MCRmy.

this was rushed, and it was a whole lot better but then Tumblr deleted some of it. ALSO I SAW SPIDERMAN AND IT WAS AWESOME.

#ray toro #ray x reader #ray toro x reader #mcr #mcr fanfiction #mcr imagines #mcr x reader #my chemical romance #My Chem #this sucked didn't it?

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Me Too: Gerard Way imagine

Y/N: I decided to combine two requests because they were kind of the same thing. This is also based off a true story I read online about one of Gerard’s old photographers. Also a huge happy 2017! You guys are amazing and deserve a spectacular year!

Anonymous said: Hai!! Could you write an imagine with "Desolation Row" Gerard, where he is like a super bad boy, but has a soft spot for the reader and it's really fluffy..?? Anonymous said: Hey! If you have the time could you write a punk!gerard imagine? Supper fluffy but he's like super mean to everyone but y/n

Leather jacket, ripped jeans, pale skin, jet black hair, cigarette between his lips, hazel eyes, feet propped up on a chair, smoke tumbling from his mouth, there he was. You watched carefully as a small boy named Frank pushed past you and stood beside him, hands on his hips. “What the fuck do you want?” the boy in the leather jacket snapped. People had talked about him everywhere. He was world famous anyways, lead singer of a rock band, super bad ass, the kind to back talk to a cop or kill a guy. You had heard his name a million times, Gerard Way. You just had never actually met him in person.

“Our manager’s telling us we have to go soon,” Frank snapped.

“Tell him he can suck my dick,” Gerard muttered. “I honestly don’t give a shit.”

“We have to go soon,” Frank persisted. “You can’t just sit there and smoke a cigarette. He’s going to come in here and kick your ass.”

“I’d like to see him try,” Gerard scoffed.

Honestly, you were nervous as hell. You had heard that he fired the last photographer and you weren’t ready to be the next. You cleared your throat, took a deep breath, and mustered up all the confidence within you before speaking. “Mr. Way,” you called his name. He whipped his head around, lowering his feet, groaning, tossing his cigarette to the ground, about ready to unleash all hell on you, but he stopped as soon as his eyes met yours.

All of a sudden, his defiant, angry, belligerent mood fades away and his pout turns into a smile. He drinks in the entirety of your presence and smirks. “Well what do I owe the pleasure?” he raised his eyebrows. He crushes the cigarette butt on the floor with the heel of his boot and sticks out a hand, covered in a fingerless glove, spiked wrists, matching every other punk accessory that adorned him. You shook his hand and gave a grin.

“I’m y/n,” you explained. “The new photographer.”

“Oh thank heavens,” Gerard sighed. “The last one was such a bitch. I have a good feeling you’ll be much nicer.”

“I hope I live up to your expectations,” you winked.

“You’ll be fun to have around,” he nodded. “When did you get here?”

“Just now,” you informed. “Heard you being awfully rude to your manager though.”

“He’s an asshole, he deserves it. Frank too,” he rolled his eyes. “Everyone’s been getting on my nerves lately, pushing my buttons, really pissing me off.”

“So I take it I better keep a safe distance?” you joked.

“Nah, you can get as close as you want, sweetheart,” Gerard gave a sly smile. “I promise you I won’t bite.”

“Gerard! Get your fucking ass out here!” Frank shouted. “I’m not calling you again!”

“Can you shut your damn mouth for one second?” Gerard yelled back. “Geez, I’m sorry. Being stuck on this tour bus really gets to me. I think I might need to get out once in a while, clear my head. I think I could use some company, too. You have any plans tonight?”

“Not at all,” you replied.

“Sweet,” he remarked. “It was lovely meeting you, but I’m afraid there’s a bunch of lunatics calling my name. We have some stupid ass sound check we need to be at.”

“It’s cool,” you reassured. “I’ll talk to you after the show?”

“Definitely,” Gerard nodded. “I’ll be sure to put on a fancy smile just for you, lovely.”

“That’d be perfect,” you decided.

“Can I get a name, perhaps?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Y/n,” you answered. “And you’re Gerard right?”

“The one and only,” he grinned.

“You’ve got one fucking minute until the manager comes in there and whoops your fucking ass!” Frank hollered. “I’d hurry the hell up, Gerard!”

“I’m going to take that as my cue to leave,” Gerard apologized. “I’ll see you around.”

“Good luck,” you chuckled.

Some people had called him weird before, but this wasn’t what you had expected. His snappy responses, constant cussing, loud voice, and hot temper seemed to vanish every time he so much as turned to face you. It was like the entire world was on his blacklist except for you. You rolled your eyes, thinking it must be a matter of time until he decided to unleash hell upon you too. He couldn’t keep up the act much longer. You had seen the way he yelled at Frank and treated his manager. You were only the photographer, which meant he could very well treat you a hundred times worse. The thought of it made you nervous. That’s why you seemed a little off your game when you went to the concert, snapping photos of the band as they jumped on stage, shouting lyrics and playing their instruments loudly, making awkward eye contact with the people in the crowd.

It was after the show and you were on the tour bus, on your laptop, filtering through your photos. You had noticed how many of them had turned out to be blurry, unfocused, or out of frame. That’s when you felt someone sit beside you on the couch and you looked up, realizing it was Gerard. “Those look good,” he pointed to one of them that focused on him screaming into a microphone. “I like them a lot.”

“That’s only because you’re in it,” you smirked, attempting to be playful.

“Yeah, but you’re better than the last one,” he reassured. “Honest.”

“Most of them are kind of shitty,” you insisted. “I’m not going to lie. You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I know they suck.”

“They don’t,” Gerard shook his head. “Hey Mikey! Come over here for a sec!”

“I don’t have a sec,” Mikey muttered from across the bus. “I have to take a shower. I’m yucky and sweaty and gross.”

“Just come over here, will you?” Gerard argued. He turned towards you and chuckled. “He’s my brother.”

“Fine,” Mikey complied, sitting down on the other side of you.

“Look at these photos,” Gerard explained, pointing to one you took of Mikey plucking away at his bass. “Aren’t they amazing?”

“Woah,” his eyes were transfixed on the image. “That’s great, y/n.”

“Told you so,” Gerard gave you a light shove. “You’re doing an amazing job and it’s only your first day.”

“Can I leave now?” Mikey wondered, irritated.

“Yeah, whatever,” Gerard rolled his eyes. “Point made valid, your photos are pretty stellar.”

“They’re average,” you shrugged.

“Enough of that,” Gerard laughed. “I’m going to go take a shower and then let’s go out for drinks or something at a bar.”

“Seriously?” your eyes lit up. “I thought we were confined to the tour bus.”

“Nah,” Gerard reassured. “You’ll be fine. I do it all the time.”

While you waited on Gerard, you tried editing some of the photos, cropping out a couple blurry edges, you couldn’t quite concentrate. His words were still lingering in your mind, the way he complimented your photos, how he seemed to be annoying or rude to everyone else except you, everything about him so confusing. How come he was such a dick to everyone but as soon as he made eye contact with you, all of that faded away and he was the sweetest dude you’ve ever met? When he reemerged from the back of the tour bus, his hair was neatly combed at the sides, eyes twinkling, dressed in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, sly smile. He extended a hand to you and you closed your laptop, excited. “You look great,” you raised your eyebrows. “Makes me feel underdressed.”

“You look fine,” he smiled. “You could outdo me any day.”

“Enough with the silly compliments,” you rolled your eyes. “Let’s go.”

“Whatever you say,” he winked. Goddammit why was he so cute sometimes? That was the other thing. All the time he looked like some crazy aggressive punk ready to beat the shit out of whoever so much as looked him in the eyes, but around you, he was an adorable fluffy kind gentleman asking you if you’d like to accompany him on a night out at a bar. This only perplexed you even more, and you decided to leave it be, linking your arm with his and following him out the tour bus.

“Where are you going?” Ray snapped, watching you two leave.

“We’ll be back soon, asshole,” Gerard reassured.

“Rude,” Ray glared, stomping onto the tour bus and leaving you and Gerard to travel down the sidewalk.

“Hey,” you decided to speak out. “You could be nicer.”

“So what?” he shrugged. “He deserves it.”

“Everyone seems to deserve it!” you threw your hands up in the air, frustrated.

“Not you,” he pointed out.

“Exactly!” you shouted, twice as exhausted with this mystery. “You’re so damn feisty and rude and mean to everyone except for me and I don’t know why!”

“Because…” Gerard’s voice faltered.

“Because?” you raised an eyebrow, yearning to know.

“Never mind,” Gerard sighed. “I’m just an angry person.”

“Yeah, well you could be angry at me too,” you argued.

“Come on,” he just ignored your suggestion and ushered you into a bar, holding open the door and leading you towards a seat. He ordered two tall beers and took a long sip, then stared at you. “Do you really want to know, y/n?”

“Yes,” you insisted. “I’ve been dying to know. And it’s only been one day with you but you confuse me so much and I-” You stopped instantly in the middle of your sentence, realizing that one of your favorite songs was playing. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Gerard inquired, thoroughly confused of what was going on.

“Oh. My. God!” you squealed.

“What is going on?” he repeated.

“It’s my favorite song!” you explained, grabbing his hand and yanking him up off the seat.

“What are we doing?” Gerard laughed.

“Dancing!” you exclaimed, swaying to the beat happily, twirling around. “Come on. Join me!”

“I don’t know,” he chuckled. “I’m not that big on dancing.”

“Gerard,” you begged, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“Okay,” he smirked, placing his hands on your hips and swaying alongside you. “But if Frank or anyone else sees me here, I will kill you.”

“I’m okay with that,” you giggled. “You can kill me any day.”

“I’m just joking,” he rolled his eyes, spinning you around once, then catching you in his arms. “I could never kill anyone as adorable as you.”

“I think you’re a softie,” you insisted, both of you swaying to the music. “All of this, the leather jackets, the cussing, the rock band, all of that, it’s a cover. You’re just scared of being vulnerable. That’s what I think.”

“That’s what you think?” he smiled, amused.

“Yeah,” you admitted.

“Well do you know what I think?” he questioned.

“What?” you inquired with a sly smile.

“I think you might like me,” he guessed.

“Really?” you smirked. “You think that?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, suddenly turning shy. “It was just an assumption.”

“Ah,” you nodded slowly. “So what if, um, what if I did like you? Just for instance?”

“Okay,” he took a moment to think for a second. “Well I think that maybe we could go on a nice date, to a bar or something maybe. Probably after one of my concerts, where I’d buy us a couple rounds of beer, and then your favorite song would come on, and we’d dance, even though I don’t really care for dancing. And maybe, just maybe if I got lucky enough, I could win a kiss at the end of the night. Because you know, I’d probably like you back.”

“Yeah?” a smile crept on your face.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you know, that’s just for instance.”

“Oh,” you quickly responded. “Right…”

“Unless, you know, you really did like me,” he suggested. “And in that case, my assumption would be correct. I don’t know, cause uh, I didn’t get a response.”

“I see,” you sighed. “Are you still curious?”

“I guess you could call me that, yeah,” he admitted.

“I think I like you,” you confessed, not realizing that the song had stopped and the two of you were still swaying in each other’s arms.

“I think I like you too,” Gerard smirked. “So um, you think I could get lucky enough to get a kiss tonight?”

You didn’t even care to answer him, but instead, decided to plant your lips on his, pulling him closer towards you and felt him relax in your arms. “Yeah,” you chuckled, catching your breath when you both pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes. “I think you could get lucky tonight.”

“Well on that note,” he smirked. “I think we’ll have a very long eventful night in store for the two of us.”

“Not too eventful,” you narrowed your eyes, earning a laugh from him. You both looked around, realizing how dumb you must look standing up in the middle of the bar, and decided to return to your seats and finish your beers.

You two wasted away the rest of the night drinking and talking. You told him about your life, your family, your career, how you found out about his band, and all the crazy things you’ve heard about him. He told you about his insane experiences on tour, with the old photographer, being with the boys, becoming famous, singing on stage every night. You talked about what you thought the first time you saw him, and he told you about what he thought of you the first time he saw you. It was definitely interesting to see your two different viewpoints, and it must’ve been several rounds of beers before you both ended up kissing again, and eventually walking down the sidewalk and finding your way back to the tour bus. You didn’t know how it happened, but you found yourself cuddled up with him in his bunker, both of you underneath the sheets, his arms wrapped around you, lips pressed to your neck. “You know what you said earlier?” he mumbled. “About me pretending to be tough and fierce and all that because I was afraid of being vulnerable?”

“Yeah?” you asked.

“You were right,” he admitted. “But I was just scared of getting hurt. I thought maybe if I opened up to someone, loved someone, I might get hurt. I don’t know. It’s probably stupid.”

“No,” you shook your head. “It’s okay. I just don’t get it, because I mean, you don’t have to be like that. You can let down your walls once in a while. You don’t have to treat everyone so rude. Just treat them like you treat me.”

“But they aren’t you,” he frowned. “Nobody’s like you.”

“I know,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m crazy, you don’t have to remind me.”

“No, you’re perfect,” he chuckled, pressing a light kiss to your lips. “That’s why I love you.”

“Love me?” you widened your eyes. “I thought you liked me.”

“Well I might be a little more than like,” he admitted.

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he blushed.

“Me too,” you grinned.

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