#gerard way with red hair gives me life

[s1ushyz]

'Tis the season for some festive red hair gerard!

#I love his red hair so much??? #s1ushyz #my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way #my chem #gerard way with red hair gives me life #happy holidays #mcr x reader #my chemical romance x reader #frank iero #ray toro #mikey way

[mrs-weasley-reid]

Escape Is Mandatory

platonic Spencer Reid x geniusbau!reader | part 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Summary: prison changed Spencer, and along with it were a couple of horrible choices bau!reader refused to tolerate, hence a threat to their years of friendship. But all of it disappeared as soon as an unsub threatened your life.

Warning: details of death, violence, and infidelity; curse word(s)

A/N: I can't believe it has been over a year since I posted this mini-series (me just disappearing out of nowhere, lol). This draft has been sitting for a year. I never published it because it felt boring (I still do, somehow), but I wanted to celebrate the series reaching a year old HAHA! Anywaysss, as usual, this might be heavy, so be mindful when reading. It's not my gif; credits to the owner :)

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Luther Gerard grinned maniacally, leaning against his seat, "Let me guess... sister? Oh, but she's too pretty to be related to you." His cuffed hand caressed your picture on the table, "Lover, perhaps?"

Spencer's jaw clenched, "Where. Is. She?" His palms were itchy, breathing steadily as he kept them flat on the table.

This unsub was unlike any other serial killer he had encountered. Luther Gerard, age 38, is an average plumber but one hell of a genius, almost as dangerously intelligent as Spencer, with 186 IQ.

Spencer would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He was terrified to the bone. Because this time, the unsub had 83.248% outsmarting him, and the victim was you.

"Anyone wanna hear how I picked her up?" Luther glanced at the two-sided mirror, chuckling, "I'll take the silence as a yes."

He looked at Spencer straight in his eyes, "It was dim, but not too much. She was 40 feet away from the precinct entrance... 15 from you. She looked pretty mad when she turned her back, but she looked so hurt walking away. I can remember her tears. Oh, they were sweet and just a little salty. She knew I was there for her. She was going to scream for you. But what can I say? She was a second too slow. I was going to get your attention but she looked so good unconscious in my arms."

"You sick son of a bitch—"

It took Luke, Matt, and three police officers to hold Spencer back. His face was red, and Luke swore he was breathing fire. His knuckles were white as he grabbed Luke's shirt and a bit of the skin on Matt's arm.

Spencer escaped from being pinned by five people with minimal struggle, grabbing Luther's collar to the point of suffocation. "Where the hell is she?! Tell me where!"

Luther laughed out loud, watching as Spencer crumbled into an angry mess. "Listen here, Dr. Reid... you can be a point smarter than me as long as you can, but she will always be two points dumber than me. She'll die in that fucking warehouse."

Emily barged into the interrogation room, "Reid." She gestured at Matt to take him out of the room, leaving Luke to get the answers they'd been looking for the past five hours.

Spencer aggressively shrugged Matt's hands on his shoulders, "I can walk," His voice grew a little softer than seconds ago, but his tone still crunched with anger.

As soon as the door shut, Spencer turned to Emily, "She's dying out there."

"You're not the only one who's worried. She's our friend, too, you know. But we won't find her if you let your emotions take over you." Emily took a deep breath, giving him a concerned look.

Spencer ran his fingers through his hair, "I'm not worried. I'm scared." He dropped his head, letting a cruel sigh pass his shivering lips.

Despite his attempt to reinsert himself in the interrogation room, Emily forbade him from coming in contact with the unsub for the rest of the evening. So, he stood next to JJ in the conference room, trying to save you in the best way he knew how: geographic profiling.

"I should've known," Spencer mumbled under his breath.

JJ turned to him, "Did you find something?" She scanned the board in front of them, hoping that she'd see what Spencer was seeing.

Spencer loosened his tie, "The victims. The location. I should've figured it out the moment we briefed about the case. It should've clicked." He guiltily looked at JJ, "I should've kept her safe."

"Spence," JJ spoke motherly. "None of us knew she was the target. You have to know that none of this is your fault." She gave him a kind look, something he knew well to differ whether it was out of pity or genuine compassion.

"But it is my fault..." He averted his eyes from her. He couldn't bear to look at anyone in their eyes, much less the thought of yours, filled with tears from his stupidity.

JJ's eyebrows gently knitted, "Did something happen the last time you saw her?"

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2 days ago...

The afternoon's fifth hour barely struck, yet the sky was already dark. The lampposts around the precinct were enough light to at least keep you and Spencer from tripping.

None of you have said a word for the past three minutes. You even missed Emily's nod. Both of you were too occupied to care. You: with the obscene sight you just witnessed and the burning itch to smack the back of his head. Spencer: with whatever internal conflict he was going through after coming back from prison, he refused to talk to anyone about.

With every step away from the might as well named crime scene, your lips slowly unfastened. Spencer had barely clicked the SUV's key when you began.

"She's married."

"She's unhappily married."

Your eyebrows clashed, "That's not an excuse, Reid. Your wrinkly brain knows that."

"Can't you just mind your own business?" Spencer rolled his eyes, treating your conversation lighter than you wanted him to.

"I would have if only you did," You looked at him with utter disbelief. No amount of blinking would erase the sight forever etched in the back of your curse of a photographic memory. "Her unhappy marriage was her business. That was her and her husband's business."

Spencer was growing impatient with you. The signs were easy to catch. His knotted forehead. Thoughtless glare. Clenched hands deep in his pockets. An obvious Spencer-is-pissed-at-you special tell.

He straightened his back, "I was just helping her out."

"Holy shit—" You scoffed a baffled chuckle, "Are you hearing yourself? Adultery and sympathy are not the same, Reid. What the hell has gotten into your head?"

Ordinary people wouldn't have cared. Luke and Matt would disagree and judge Spencer's stupid choices but would've kept their mouths shut. Emily and David would spit a bit of advice on how morally wrong he was, but they would have minded their own business for the most part. Tara would've been disgusted but refused to get herself involved. JJ and Penelope would have been utterly disappointed and angry at him, but they wouldn't have missed a chance to make up with him.

You, however, felt nauseatingly repugnant. Years of friendship felt like a thin layer of ice loudly breaking. He knew most of your uninteresting and failed romance. How often has he lent you a back to bury your face on? The number of times he's caught not two but four of your short-term lovers shamelessly cheating. He knew well enough, too much even.

"You know what I think?" He chuckled evilly. And you knew then he was aiming for your throat. "I think you're just jealous because you don't have the aptitude to get over your dead boyfriend."

Your jaw dropped. You half-expected him to say those words, but it still surprised you. It still stung. Your tears were fighting to flow, but you had enough self-respect to not do it before him, not with his shitty attitude, at least.

You gripped the hem of your blazer, "You're a jerk. That's what you are." You took a sharp breath, biting the overflowing ache on your chest. "Come back when you've got something for the case."

A second didn't pass after you turned your back on him, and the tears immediately trailed down your face. You walked out of the parking lot as fast as you could. Crying in front of your childhood classmates felt more gratifying than in front of Spencer.

Wiping the unwanted tears from your cheeks, your feet came to a halt without warning. Something about the fifteen-foot distance from Spencer's back and the forty-foot gap from the entrance to the precinct left you terrifyingly vulnerable.

Your gears began turning.

Victims were awfully close to your build.

You're in your hometown.

And it clicked a second too late.

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"Spence!" JJ gently shook Spencer back to reality. As soon as she knew he was back down to earth, she immediately spoke, "They found another body—"

Spencer flew out of the door before JJ could even finish speaking. He went to Luke, who was on his way to one of the SUVs. "Where?" He asked in a rush. His heart was beating right in his ear. A series of negative thoughts filled his head.

Luke had a few seconds to tell Spencer where the said body was but quickly interrupted Spencer's thoughts. "We don't know anything yet, Reid."

"But what if it's her?" Spencer snapped. He had little patience for anyone. All he knew was how important it was to see a body that's not you.

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"Fuck!" You cried in a shattered voice.

Tears flowed nonstop down your face, along with your own blood dripping from the top of your horribly bandaged head. Luther Gerard was evil enough to let you bleed slowly to death.

Unbeknownst to him, you were the most stubborn person in the entire BAU team. You bled your way out of the place he locked you in, cursing the pain off your chest.

You have been loosening the barbwire wrapped around your feet with your bare hands for the past hour. Your hands and your feet had gotten skinned off from the sharp metal.

Hope was on your side, though, as you felt your left foot painfully slide off the wrap. You cried out in joy, holding your ankles tight as if the pain would immediately dissipate.

You wiped your tears off your face, smearing blood from your palm onto your skin. You laughed, already delirious from lack of blood. "I'm going to break your neck once I find you. Then I'll beat the hell out of Reid for taking his goddamn time."

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Spencer felt relief wash over him as soon as he glanced at the lifeless woman being pulled out of the creek. It may have been messed up that he was thankful a different woman died, but he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

He and Luke drove back to the precinct with a little less tense chests. They may not have found you, but the fact that you weren't the body they found meant one thing. You were still alive. That's all that mattered.

"We'll find her," Luke broke the silence between them, glancing at Spencer from his peripheral. "She's stubborn. She won't let anyone hurt her without punching back. She's probably on her way back to the precinct." He attempted to lighten the mood.

Spencer took a deep breath, "She better be." He looked outside of the car, biting his lower lip. "She has to escape wherever she is. It's mandatory. I'm not letting her die without finishing our argument."

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It's been two days of searching every nook and cranny of your little hometown, but the team hasn't gotten anywhere in finding you.

Each member was exhausted, especially Spencer. He hasn't gotten a wink of sleep. He couldn't even if he tried to.

They were running out of ideas. But like every single cases the BAU team had, you knew how to turn things around. Their wake snapped up as gasps echoed in the entire precinct.

The team rushed to see the commotion and almost burst into tears as soon as they saw you.

"Oh my god..." JJ whimpered under her breath as she clasped her mouth.

You stood there by the entrance, bloodied up and half-conscious. You held the door's handle tight, painting it with your dirty blood as it kept you up on your feet. They could barely recognize your face from the mixture of blood and dirt on your face.

Despite your pitiful, bloodied state, you managed to show them your temper. "You better have caught that bastard." You growled weakly.

Your body was shaking from exhaustion. Just as you slipped out of consciousness, Spencer rushed to catch your body.

Tara called for a medic while Emily went to your aid. Luke and Matt went straight to work things out and give Gerard the worst news he's ever going to receive: it turns out you weren't as dumb as he wanted you to be.

Spencer gently wiped your face with his sleeve. He didn't care if it was his favorite shirt. All he cared about was how his best friend stubbornly stayed alive.

When Emily sat next to him to keep you off the floor, she saw just how much your friendship meant to Spencer. She squeezed his shoulder, "She's back safe with us, Reid. She'll be alright."

Her words prompted Spencer's sobs, tears trickling onto your face in hopes that it would wash the hell you went through for the past days. He quickly wiped them off, though. He knew well enough how you'd react to his 'filthy tears' coming in contact with your skin.

"Yeah, you better clean it off," You mumbled with your eyes closed, gripping the hem of his cardigan vest. You couldn't let yourself pass out, knowing you had a severe wound on your head.

Spencer choked a laugh, "Took you long enough. I thought I would have to save your ass." He sniffed as he let the paramedics transfer you onto a crash cart.

You scoffed, turning into a short series of coughs. "Just admit it. You can't figure things out without my brain power. Your brain's getting smooth, Reid. Prodigy no more."

The team couldn't help but roll their eyes at you and Spencer's banter, bouncing back faster than your recovery. Although they hated to admit it, they preferred the two of you that way rather than apart.

"I'm glad you're safe..." Spencer's voice became softer. Somehow, he couldn't stop himself from tearing up. This was the second time he'd cried nonstop. The first time being the love of his life's death.

He was glad this time wasn't due to someone important's death. He didn't know how he'd handle it if the person he could always rely on would leave him of this world.

As you were dragged into the ambulance, you gave all the rest of your strength to glare at Spencer. "Don't think you're off the record. After I deal with Gerard, you're next."

"Is it mandatory?" He sarcastically stated, jumping into the ambulance the moment you were settled in. He couldn't bear to leave you out of his sight.

#ssa spencer reid #spencer reid #criminal minds #cm #criminalminds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!readr #spencer reid x self insert #fem!reader #dr spencer reid #platonic #spencer x reader #spencerreid

[sugaldean]

Is miss Muffet going to appear? Where is she?

I thought she came with them in the Lands In Between

YES ZAC YES ZAC

His nat20s are INSANE.

Oh we went hard Christian indeed

Oh no Lou. You broke my heart. "why other could? Why consequences not only never seemed to apply to other kids but were the ultimate for me. Why did I have to suffer every step of the way. Why must I suffer all the time whatever i do."

"For a moment you are all marionettes together". Stop it. Stop. It's too strong to hard.

Oh no not the turquoise hair fairy

Oh what was this second map with the sea?? Ariel? And I think they were other border of countries

Oh no Gepetto wth. Poor Pinocchio

I SHOULD NEVER HAVE MADE YOU??? What the what the what. Whaaaaat?

I'm crying so hard. I know he doesn't believe it but I hate it. I hate it. I hate it so much

Or there she is

Brennan showing absolutely perfect the danger kids are in when the people in their life don't show them love and affection enough. They get easily manipulated and are ready to give everything to the first glimpse of affection. Real or not. I don't blame Pinocchio, I will never blame him. But I HATE what the Turquoise hair fairy and Gepetto did. Oh you regret what you said? Apologize. Apologize NOW. You can't afford your kid being so neglected and deprived of your affection that the will run first thing to anyone. That's how grooming happen.

Oh the way they all jumped to tell him his dad loved him but it doesn't excuse that what he did and say was wrong

"Even though the moral is wrong Pinocchio still has to escape the moral of his story" oh this episode is breaking me

Oh so the fairies are not a united bunch, interesting

Still absolutely don't trust her tho

Okay so basically the Bad Things are happening because it doesn't match what the Authors want? But if the Authors would. Well. Disappear. What would happen?

Oh we're finally getting some insight on the relationships between groups

I fucking love the big bad wolf. Well I love wolf. I'm just sad he doesn't have a pack, he must me lonely

OH YES RED STORY YES YES FINALLY

Dramatic backstory: starting

Emily: Cinnamon Toast Rolls and Lollypopcorn

Bye broth! A caterpillar chasing their friend the butterfly

"Your ears are honking big" picturing the Wolf listening to the caterpillar and butterfly story while waiting to eat her. Story he already know ofc

They are just loosing it at "Honkin" and honestly same

I love the wolf so hard he is a tragedy that's incredible "why? I am a wolf"

Oh she waited so long. So so long. No wonder she killed the Woodsman.

She was so hungry. I love her. I hate The Wolf. I love the Wolf. I wonder what happened to him to end up there.

YES RED YES. She met death and death convinced her to live!

Gerard's story is so funny, tragic and very reflective but so. Funny.

The absolute chaos if Gerard just. Dies.

"do you go where the dogs are or to your frog pound" "pretty loaded question"

It's adorable that Murph just stated that years after it's still only Fred 2 and 3. Not like. 364.

Oh no they are dead

Oh their meet cute is so adorable

The plot thickens as we met the Gander

OH CINDERELLA

Oh no it's the Stepmother story

Yes it is

That's so much wider she loved her daughters

BABA YAGA OH YES OH FHKGFXHJ

Yeah same Emily EXACTLY SAME

Oh i'm so happy. She's so strong and old

She's going to be a pain in the ass

"your daughters won't be injured if you eat them, and then you will be able to save them" i'm not sure but that's something she could say for sure

There goes the witch way

To be the vilain in every story. To be cursed with never having a story. I would be mad too

How cruel that in a way she has the same goal as Cinderella

She big mad

But when does she eat her daughters?

No no no not her present. You are level 4 guys

Oh that's where she eats her daughters

Rosamund is so smart

The brick little pig being called a boar and a Baron (love the alliteration btw)

I understand from Brennan that while they were running for their life the book of mother Goose downloaded a shit load of information

Have they slept since they arrive in this new life? I feel like they didn't which is HORRIFYING

Any situation: involve a living being

Pib: I kill them

I really would like to understand the nature of that damn book fr

That Gérard&Pib interaction was gold:

Pib: idk how we're going to know someone who knows...

Gerard (vigorously) : yeah we just need to break him out

Pib (confused) : wait... We... No no I think we..

Love them to bits

"so you guys go camping?" well yeah Brennan THEY HAVEN'T REST IT'S A LONG DAY FOR THEM

They are children. "Can we sleap on the roof please?"

LONG REST

The dice sometimes tel' the story of a Frog who got a level of exhaustion from being outside, wet and dirty. Basic living conditions for frogs. While the wooden boy who can rot easily is sooo fine.

Mother Goose bless 🙌🙌

That envoy is absolutely spectacular. A Princess (slept for 100y)with her envoy, basically and old man, a puppet, a cat, a manfrog and a cloak

Rosamund: I AM NOT going to propose myself to be married. No. Not interested and I don't think that's something you do

30sec later: I'm here to offer myself in marriage

Zac and Emily's reactions>>>

Can't believe the Baron isn't call Beter

#dimension 20 #d20 #brennan lee mulligan #neverafter #siobhan thompson #ally beardsley #zac oyama #lou wilson #brian murphy #emily axford #ylfa snorgelsson #little red riding hood #gerard of greenleigh #pib neverafter #puss in boots #pinocchio #pinocchio neverafter #mother goose #mother timothy goose #sleeping beauty #rosamund du prix

[lovessidney]

Orange Juice

Please note that this explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

Trigger warning: Alcohol abuse.

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader.

Pronouns: none, (anatomy: AFAB).

Requested by: no one, I for once got inspired on my own.

Summary: You and Gerard reunite, years after letting go of each other. You’ve both changed, but has the relationship you once had changed with the years too?

A/n: Okay, so this fic is inspired by the songs ’Orange Juice’ and ’Homesick’ by Noah Kahn. I don’t even know how the idea popped into my head, it just did. I also found inspiration from another song I used to listen to years ago, in my early teens. Please, if anyone finds it, leave a comment or shoot me a message, it would be soooo fun if someone got it! It’s not that unlikely, really, it would just be really fun. 

Also, fair warning, this is another really long one.

The midday sun cast long shadows as you navigated the bustling streets, running errands for your mom's upcoming birthday party. The city held a familiar rhythm, each intersection and storefront a page from the chapters of your past. As you approached a corner of Main Street, a flash of bright red hair caught your eye.

There, across the street, stood Gerard, unmistakable in a white leather jacket and bright red hair that seemed to defy the muted tones of the urban landscape. You hadn’t seen them in a very long time. The years had etched themselves upon their face, but there was a spark of recognition in their eyes as they scanned the surroundings.

Without hesitation, you made your way through the sea of pedestrians, the echo of their name reaching Gerard's ears. They flinched, an instinctive reaction to the possibility of paparazzi or over eager fans. However, as they turned to face you, a genuine smile replaced the initial wariness.

"Hey there," you greeted, a mixture of nostalgia and curiosity in your voice. "Long time, no see."

Gerard's eyes widened, the recognition setting in. "Wow, it's been years. How have you been?" they replied, the hint of surprise giving way to genuine warmth.

You fell into the easy cadence of old friends catching up. "I've been good, just busy with life. And you, how long since you got back?" you asked, curiosity lacing your words.

"I've been here for a few days," Gerard explained, a nonchalant air about them. "Just taking it all in, you know?"

As the conversation flowed, you couldn't help but wonder about Gerard's current state. "How have you been - and are you bored yet?" you inquired, a grin playing on your lips.

Gerard chuckled, a hint of mischief in their eyes. "It's not so bad. It's been a while since I was here last."

You both exchanged laughs, the familiarity of shared memories weaving through the small talk. The city, with its chaotic energy, became a backdrop to the reunion of two friends who had once navigated the ups and downs of life together.

"The weather ain’t been bad - if you’re into masochistic bullshit," you quipped, the banter echoing the camaraderie you once shared.

Gerard's smile faltered for a moment, a subtle shift in their demeanor. As you continued down the street, you noticed a fleeting expression of flustered emotions in their eyes. Something had stirred beneath the surface, and without a word, Gerard excused themselves, citing a sudden errand.

"Guess I've got to run," they said, the words a touch hurried. "Let's catch up soon, okay?"

You agreed, the unspoken tension lingering in the air as Gerard walked away. The city, with its familiar and enigmatic energy, now held the promise of unexpected reunions and the untangling of emotions that had long been dormant.

The next day, you and your mom found yourself at a quaint café, it provided a momentary refuge from the whirlwind of party preparations. You and your mom, coffee cups in hand, settled into a cozy corner booth, enjoying the respite from the hectic day.

As the steam rose from the cups, you caught sight of a familiar figure entering the café. Gerard, with that unmistakable shock of red hair, strolled in. Their eyes met yours, and there was a brief exchange of smiles before Gerard approached the counter to place an order.

Your mom, glancing up from her coffee, followed your gaze and then gasped in recognition. "Oh my goodness! Isn't that Gerard? Your friend from way back?” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, it's them. We bumped into each other the other day.”

Your mom's face lit up with joy. "Oh, how wonderful! I remember you two being such good friends back in the day. It's been ages. Look at you both now, all grown up!"

Gerard, now with a take-away cup in hand, joined your table. The genuine warmth in your mom's eyes as she greeted them was evident. "Gerard, dear, it's been too long! You must join us for my birthday party tomorrow. It's going to be such a delightful gathering."

Gerard, slightly taken aback but flattered by the invitation, stammered out a gracious response. "Oh, uh, that sounds great, but I might have other plans. Thanks for the invite, though."

Your mom insisted, her enthusiasm undeterred. "Nonsense! You must come. It'll be like old times. I'd love to have you."

As Gerard shifted, slightly blushing, they found a moment to excuse themselves. "I appreciate it, really. I'll see if I can drop by. Enjoy the party preparations, both of you," they said, their smile lingering as they made a swift exit.

You watched them go, recognizing the familiar signs of shy retreat. Your mom, undeterred, continued to share memories and express her excitement for the evening ahead. The café, once a brief escape, now echoed with the anticipation of a reunion that seemed to be on the horizon.

Finally, Saturday rolled around. You had spent most of the week helping your mom prepare for the party and suffering through visits to extended family.

Despite the vibrant energy that enveloped your mom's birthday party, you found yourself grappling with an unsettling sense of detachment. The back yard buzzed with laughter, and your mother, the epitome of joy, danced from one conversation to another, her happiness infectious. However, you couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider in your own hometown.

The attendees were a sea of familiar faces, but the connections that once bound you together had frayed over time. Older relatives regarded you with a mix of disapproval and disappointment, their subtle judgments casting a shadow over the festivities. Leaving Belleville and New Jersey behind had strained those relationships, creating an unspoken distance that loomed between you and your family.

As you observed the cousins who once shared childhood adventures with you, you couldn't help but notice the chasm that had grown between you. Their lives had evolved into a tapestry of commitments—wedded partners and children—leaving you to navigate the party with a sense of isolation. The threads that once wove a tight bond had unraveled, and you found yourself adrift among the celebrations.

The music played on, the laughter continued, but the festivities felt like a tableau of past connections that had faded into mere echoes. You navigated through conversations with a forced smile, exchanging pleasantries with those you once knew intimately but now struggled to connect with. The party was a testament to the passage of time, highlighting the divergence of paths and the evolution of relationships.

Then you remember, your mom actually invited Gerard when you met them at the coffee shop. Maybe you should call them? You flipped through the contacts saved in your phone while sipping some water. Sure enough, “Way, Gerard” showed up about last of them all. That number must be a million years old, you thought to yourself. But still, something in you told you to call it.

As the phone rang, you couldn't help but ponder the potential outcomes. What if they no longer used that number? Probably they had changed it after all these years? Leaving the bustling garden behind, you found a secluded spot and took a deep breath before the call connected. The ringing echoed in your ears, each tone amplifying the questions swirling in your mind. What if Gerard didn’t pick up? Or worse yet, what if they did?

The moment of silence hung in the air, teetering on the edge of awkwardness, until a familiar voice broke through the uncertainty.

"Uh- yeah. Who is it? And how’d you get this number?" Gerard's voice, distinct and unmistakable, reached you from the other end of the line. Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you hesitated. Should you really be doing this? But then, fueled by a mix of nostalgia and curiosity, you made your voice heard.

"Hi Gerard,” you responded. "It’s me. Sorry if it’s weird that I’m calling—and that I still have your old number."

"Oh. Hi," Gerard's voice softened, and a brief pause lingered before they asked, "What’s up?" The question hung in the air, threthening to choke you before you figured out what to answear.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts. The past and the present collided in your mind, and for a fleeting second, you questioned what the hell you were doing. Both of you had changed so much; what remained of the connection that once held you close?

"You still there?" Gerard's voice snapped you back to the present, and you debated whether to end the call. Yet, curiosity prevailed.

"Sorry. This is stupid. I don’t even know why I called. But I thought maybe you’d like to come over? My mom would be so happy. And the party’s gone slower." You paused, realizing the potential complexity of inviting someone who had battled alcoholism up until fairly recently. "No one will tempt you. They know that you’re sober," you added cautiously, hoping to ease concerns.

There was a pause on the other end as Gerard seemed to contemplate your invitation. "Uh. Yeah. I mean, sure, why not. It’s Belleville, after all. Not like I’ve got much better to do," they replied, a hint of laughter breaking the tension. That laugh, once so familiar, tugged at your heartstrings.

"Okay, perfect. I’ll see you soon, then," you said, a smile playing on your lips. As you ended the call, you couldn't help but wonderif this was the most unneccesary awakening of a years old crush? Maybe. You realised that. But at the same time, you couldn’t really let them slip through your fingers again.

You retreated to the front porch, seeking a moment of solace before Gerard arrived. Nestling into a chair, you reached into your pocket and retrieved a pack of cigarettes, along with a lighter from the other. The familiar ritual brought a sense of grounding. With the cigarette between your lips, you ignited the lighter, casting a soft glow on your face as the embers flickered to life.

The fading daylight allowed the lights and candles scattered around the garden to become more pronounced. The ambiance was tranquil, a stark contrast to the party in the back yard. Closing your eyes, you took a deep drag, savoring the nicotine. In this moment of quiet reflection, you couldn't help but wonder what the evening held in store.

You closed your eyes for a moment, just focusing and the feeling of the slightly chilly air around you. You’re really hoped that the evening would turn out good. Then you realised that you didn’t even know what you would define as good. Rekindling what you and Gerard had, the friendship or the other feelings would be good. Great even. Yet skepticism lingered. 

As you contemplated the complexities of the night, the soft sound of footsteps against the walkway disrupted your reverie. Opening your eyes, you caught sight of Gerard approaching. The sight took you by surprise; they looked absolutely stunning. Adorned in a white button-down shirt, a black waistcoat, and black trousers paired with Converse, it was a look reminiscent of what they might wear on stage, sans the makeup and occasional writings on their neck. You cursed to yourself as you felt old feelings bubbling up to the surface again.

"Hi Gerard," you greeted them, uncertain of what else to say. You rose from your seat, offering a hug—the kind shared by people who haven't seen each other in a long time, loose and awkward. 

"Hey you," Gerard replied softly, their eyes reflecting a shyness reminiscent of their high school years. "How have you been?"

"What, since yesterday?" you replied, attempting to sound smart but unintentionally coming off as a bit mean. "Sorry. Uh, I didn’t mean to sound so rude. I’ve been okay, really. Kind of bored, so I’m glad I’ve had my hands full with Mom's party. How about you?"

Realizing you were still standing, you settled back onto the porch, gesturing for Gerard to join you. You held out your pack of cigarettes, offering them one. They accepted with a grateful smile, and a moment of comfortable silence settled between you. You didn't know what to say, but the mere presence of Gerard by your side felt reassuring.

"Remember our graduation party?" they asked suddenly, drawing on a shared memory. You smiled in acknowledgment, nodding at the recollection of the night you and Gerard had hosted a memorable graduation party.

"That’s the last time I drank here. If I recall correctly, I ended up passed out on the lawn," they confessed, a hint of embarrassment coloring their cheeks in the dim light.

"That was ages ago, Gerard. Don’t worry about it," you reassured them, wrapping an arm around their shoulder. They turned to you with a soft smile.

"I remember you took care of me. I was so embarrassed," they admitted, a gentle laugh escaping their lips.

"Hey, that’s what friends do," you assured them. "And I would do it again in a heartbeat."

They looked up at you, a shimmer in their eyes that wasn’t there just a moment ago. They appeared absolutely mesmerizing, and you had to look away to prevent yourself from melting into a puddle on the porch.

Pulling yourself together, you shifted the conversation to Gerard's life—tours, the new record, and the various aspects of their world. Gradually, the exchange felt more natural, as if the years of zero contact were melting away, leaving room for the familiarity of old friendships to resurface.

You were sipping your drink, and when the glass run empty, you realised you hadn’t offered Gerard anything. "Do you want something to drink, Gerard?" The nickname "Gee" lingered in your memory, but for now, nerves held you back from using it.

They appeared lost in thought for a moment. "Alcohol-free, of course," you added as an extra precaution, though it seemed unnecessary. "There’s orange juice in the kitchen, I think. We bought it for the children, but it’s yours if you want it." You found yourself rambling, a constant need to overexplain, a bit apprehensive about saying something wrong. After taking a deep breath, you turned to them again, a smile on your face. "Really, I’m just glad you could visit."

A more genuine smile graced Gerard's face this time. "Yeah. That sounds nice. Thanks."

You both made your way to the kitchen, the quiet of the house providing a stark contrast to the fading sounds of the party in the garden. The dim light illuminated the room, and you retrieved the orange juice from the refrigerator, offering it to Gerard.

As you both sat back on the porch, sipping on your drinks, the atmosphere shifted. The nervous tension seemed to dissipate, replaced by a more genuine connection. The night held the promise of shared memories and the possibility of rediscovering what had been lost over the years.

The porch cradled you both in a quiet embrace as you sat side by side, sipping on the chilled orange juice. The subdued glow from the nearby garden lights painted the scene in a soft palette. An unspoken tension lingered in the air, both of you acutely aware of the subtle shift in dynamics.

The clink of glasses and the occasional hushed murmur from the party in the distance were the only sounds that dared to interrupt the shared silence. Gerard's eyes, momentarily lost in the play of shadows, met yours, and for a fleeting second, an unspoken understanding passed between you. The nervous energy that had been humming beneath the surface began to surface, threading through the air like a delicate current.

You took a sip, the cool citrus flavor lingering on your tongue, a stark contrast to the warmth building between you. The rhythmic pulse of your heart seemed to echo in the quiet, a reminder of the uncharted territories you were navigating.

"I've missed this," Gerard finally spoke, their voice a soft echo in the night. The admission hung in the air, a bridge between shared memories and the uncharted present.

A nervous smile tugged at the corners of Gerard's lips. "You know, I always thought your laugh was the best part of those high school days. Still do," they said, the compliment wrapped in a subtle attempt at flirtation.

Your cheeks flushed slightly, a mirrored response to the compliment and the underlying flirtation. Attempting to compose yourself, you looked away, the faintest smile playing on your lips. "Well, your music was always the soundtrack to those days. Still is," you admitted, allowing a pause before adding, "And your smile... it hasn’t changed. It's still the most captivating thing I've ever seen."

As you both sat on the porch, the night held the promise of rediscovery, the subtle dance of flustered nerves revealing a truth that neither of you was quite ready to put into words. Yet, in the shared silence and the gentle glow of garden lights, there was an unspoken acknowledgment of something beautiful, a connection that had withstood the test of time.

The night air carried a subtle chill, and a quiet yawn escaped you. The hours spent helping your mom with the party had caught up with you, and fatigue began to tug at the edges of your consciousness. The porch, once alive with unspoken words and shared memories, now cradled a comfortable quiet.

Gerard noticed your yawn and chuckled softly. "Tired already?" they teased, a warmth in their eyes.

You couldn't help but smile, the fatigue momentarily forgotten. "Yeah, I’ve been up since early morning. Mom's party required some serious preparation."

A thoughtful expression crossed Gerard's face, as if an idea had taken root. "You remember what we used to do when we needed a pick-me-up and some good conversation?" they suggested, a glint of nostalgia in their eyes.

Your interest piqued, you leaned in slightly. "What?"

"We used to go to Waffle House," Gerard said with a grin. "Coffee and cigarettes were always best when shared with you. How about we head over there and share a cup or two? Just like old times."

The mention of Waffle House flooded your mind with memories of late-night conversations, laughter, and the comforting aroma of coffee. The proposal sounded perfect, a nostalgic journey to a familiar place where time seemed to stand still.

"Sounds like a plan," you replied, a spark of excitement in your tired eyes. "I could use a caffeine boost."

With that, you both rose from the porch, leaving the lingering quiet of the house behind. The night held the promise rekindling of a friendship that had stood the test of time.

The neon glow of the Waffle House sign cast a warm, welcoming light as you and Gerard settled into a corner of the outdoor seating area. The crisp night air carried the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the aroma of waffles, creating an atmosphere that felt both familiar and comforting.

You both ordered a plate of waffles and cups of coffee, the steam rising from the mugs as the waitress set them down on the table. The first bite of the warm, syrup-soaked waffle was a delightful reunion with a taste you hadn't experienced in years.

As you savored the familiar flavors, the conversation flowed easily between you and Gerard. The nostalgia of the place seemed to open the floodgates of shared memories and laughter, turning the evening into a journey back in time.

"I can't believe we used to spend hours here," Gerard remarked, a smile playing on their lips.

"Yeah, it was our go-to spot. Waffle House always had this magic of making everything feel better," you agreed, a fondness in your voice.

The playful banter and light flirting between you and Gerard added a sprinkle of warmth to the air. Each exchanged grin and shared laugh became a testament to the connection that had transcended time.

As the night progressed, the chill in the air prompted a move inside. The warmth of the diner embraced you as you settled into a booth, the vinyl seats squeaking softly as you shifted.

With the change in setting, the conversation delved into the winding roads your lives had taken since the days of hanging out at Waffle House. You spoke of the highs and lows, the unexpected turns, and the way life had shaped and reshaped your respective journeys.

Nostalgia enveloped the conversation, weaving through tales of shared laughter, dreams, and the undeniable bond that had endured over the years. The diner became a time capsule, capturing moments that bridged the past and present.

As cups of coffee were refilled and the night unfolded, you found solace in the shared space, each word a testament to the enduring connection that had brought you back to this familiar haven.

The night settled around you both, and plates and mugs sat empty, remnants of shared laughter and the echoes of memories long tucked away. The waitress approached, signaling the end of their impromptu reunion.

"Closing time, folks. Hate to kick you out, but we gotta shut it down," she called, a knowing smile playing on her lips. You and Gerard exchanged glances, realizing the night couldn't linger in the cozy embrace of the diner forever.

The crisp air hung between you as you stepped out into the night. Remnants of laughter and shared memories could almost be felt in the atmosphere. Silent tention crackled in the air between you and Gerard as the Waffle House door swung shut behind you. You both bathed in the soft glow of the dimming streetlights and the weight of unspoken words lingered, the anticipation building in the quiet night.

For a moment, you just stood there, looking at each other, both trying to find the courage to say or do something. Anything.

In the gentle pause, you caught a glimmer in Gerard's eyes, a reflection of the same uncertainty that echoed in your own heart. The pavement beneath your feet seemed to hold its breath as you both stood on the edge of a cliff, the night holding the promise of something more.

Gerard hesitated, their gaze shifting between your eyes and the ground. It was a delicate balance, all the feelings and the unspoken questions hanging between you. The night seemed to elongate, the world reduced to the two of you and the shared history that bound you together. Your eyes met, and for a moment, the world went still and quiet around you.

As if guided by a force beyond your control, you closed the gap, the space between you and Gerard diminishing until your lips finally met. Their lips were a bittersweet memory, a taste of the past mingling with the urgency of the present. The kiss was soft, a whisper of what could have been, yet it held the weight of a decade's worth of longing. Gerard's fingers, trembling with a mixture of anticipation and restraint, found their place on the curve of your cheek.

The world seemed to dissolve into the sensation of that kiss. It was a dance of familiarity and rediscovery, a silent acknowledgment that time had not eroded the essence of feelings that had once been. The warmth of their lips against yours was both a comfort and an ache, a reminder of a connection that had been paused but never truly bruned out.

The softness of the kiss showed the desperation that hid beneath the surface. It was as if you both were trying to capture lost time in that moment, to bridge the gap that a decade had carved into your shared history. Every nuance, every gentle press of lips, carried the weight of untold stories and unspoken confessions.

As the kiss deepened, it became a melody of sighs and shared breaths. Gerard's hand, tracing a path from your cheek to the nape of your neck, held you close as if afraid that the moment might slip away like a fleeting dream. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that remained was the echo of your heartbeats and the soft, desperate symphony of a kiss that defied the confines of time.

As you pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, the realization hung in the air. The unspoken had found its voice in the language of shared desire. Gerard's eyes, now filled with a newfound clarity, met yours with a mix of surprise and recognition.

"I... I didn't expect..." they began, words trailing off as the uncharted territory of your connection unfolded before you.

The magnetic pull persisted, drawing you back in for another kiss, this time with a shared understanding of the emotions that simmered beneath the surface. The night embraced the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of a connection reignited, and you found solace in the knowledge that sometimes, the past and present could collide in the most unexpected and beautiful ways.

The air crackled with a tangible tension, the aftermath of the shared kisses leaving both you and Gerard in total emotional free-fall. The streetlights cast long shadows as you stood there, caught in the crossroads of what was and what could be. The unspoken desire hung in the air, waiting for someone to take the first step. Gerard's eyes, now holding a newfound intensity, searched yours for a sign, a confirmation that the connection you both felt was not a fleeting moment. A hesitant smile played on their lips, mirroring the uncertainty that lingered in your own expression.

The silence stretched between you, filled only by the distant sounds of the city. It was as if the world held its breath, waiting for one of you to break the delicate equilibrium that held you suspended in the night. In a moment of shared vulnerability, Gerard's hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent plea that spoke more than words ever could. The touch, an anchor in the sea of uncertainty, became a subtle invitation to venture into the unknown.

"We should... we should go somewhere," Gerard mumbled, the words hanging in the air like a question seeking affirmation.

The invitation lingered, full of unspoken feelings and desires. Your heart raced, caught between the safety of the past and the uncharted territory that lay ahead. A shared glance spoke volumes, a silent agreement that the hotel room held the promise of something more, a space where the echoes of the past could be confronted and rewritten.

As you began to walk, the distance between you and Gerard seemed to shrink, each step carrying the weight of unexplored possibilities. The city around you became a blur, and the anticipation of what possibly awaited in Gerards hotel room became a magnetic force, drawing you closer.

As the hotel's entrance neared, Gerard stole a glance at you, a silent question in their eyes. The anticipation swirled like a current between you, and in a moment of shared recognition, the unspoken was finally voiced.

"Would you... want to come up?" Gerard asked, their words carrying the weight of vulnerability and desire.

The question hung in the air for a heartbeat before you nodded in response. The hotel lobby welcomed you both, and as soon as the elevator doors closed, Gerards arms wrapped around your waist. A total turn from how they’d been a few moments ago. This was something else, something desperate and yearning. Your hands found their way around their neck, pinning them against the wall of the elevator. You wanted to be closer, if closer was a concept possible to exist.

Time slowed, a combination of the enclosed space and the palpable tension. Your nose touched theirs and your foreheads came close. It seemed as if the moment was stretching on for a lifetime. Just the sound of the two of you, breathing in a tiny space, nearly panting, as the elevator ascended.

But when Gerards lips did meet yours, they were already breathless, ready, needing the contact so intoxicating that the second had already turned into a minute. Their breath was hot on your face, a moan escaping their lips. For a moment you just stood there, looking at each other, trying to grasp what was actually happening. Then the elevator door opened.

Gerards hand grasped yours, pulling you along behind them. They led you to their hotel room. They dropped the keycard twice, hands shaking and nerves buzzing. The second they got the door open and had closed it behind you, they were all over you again, it was as if they were trying to make up for ten years of missing out. Their mouth found yours and their hands pulled you in tight, as tight as humanly possible, in the most perfect way. Gerards kisses were desperate and needy, ten years of pent up emotion. You stumbled backwards onto the bed, their body coming with you, collapsing on top. For a few moments, that's all there was, just the two of you, kissing like the world might end tomorrow.

Suddenly Gerard just stopped and looked down at you. "Is this okay? Like really really okay?" They sounded almost scared. You pushed them off of you and climbed on top, straddling their waist, leaning over. Your face was inches from theirs. 

"Oh, 'okay' doesn't even begin to cover it." You kissed their neck, sucking gently, Gerards eyes fluttered shut. 

Their hands were shaking as they found the hem of your shirt, tugging, asking permission. You sat up and removed it, quickly, before going straight back to work, trailing kisses down their neck and across their collarbones. You could feel them starting to shift under you, doing their best to disguise the obvious. You ground your hips against them slowly, Gerards breath caught and they whimpered slightly. God, the sound was intoxicating.

Their face was flushed and they were panting, and oh, was it the most beautiful sight. You sat up again, grinding gently into them. Gerards hands tugged at your belt loops, their eyes begged. Your fingers undid their belt and jeans and you slid down their body, pulling their pants with you. Gerards eyes were wide and, if anything, even more desperate than they had been before. Their boxers were tented and there was already a wet patch. You pressed your hand against their cock, Gerards back arched and their hands scrambled for something to grasp onto, finding the pillow behind their head. 

Their breathing was getting heavier and they bit their lip, trying not to moan. You hooked your fingers into the waistband, Gerards hips bucked, ever so slightly. You pulled off their boxers and watched their cock spring free. It curved upwards and leaked precum onto their stomach. Suggestively, you licked your own hand and wrapped it around the base, Gerards breath hitched and their eyes shut close. 

You stroked them agonizingly slowly, and Gerards hips twitched. You lowered your mouth, their cock was right in front of your lips. Just before you made contact, you stopped and looked up at them. Gerards eyes opened, they whined and their hips bucked again. You smirked and blew gently, teasing them. Their face contorted, this was torture. You ran your tongue up the underside of their shaft, Gerards grip on the pillow tightened. While swirling your tongue around their tip, Gerards breathing became shallow and desperate. They were trying not to beg, but it was getting harder by the second.

"Please" they managed, barely a whisper. 

You took them in to your mouth, theirs fell open and their eyes rolled back. Without doubt, you took them deeper. Gerards hips tried to thrust, you placed a hand on their hip, pinning them down. Their chest rose and fell, they were struggling to control their breathing. 

You hollowed your cheeks and took them deep down your throat. Gerards knuckles were white, their mouth hung open, they couldn't contain the string of moans, incoherent babbling, gasping your name. You bobbed your head, and their thighs tensed, their whole body shuddering. Their hands found their way into your hair, trying desperately to ground themselves somehow. It was a feeble attempt. Their head was spinning, the pleasure so intense.

"God, fuck, please. You have to stop" they managed between moans.

Your mouth left their cock with a pop, Gerards eyes opened and they panted. 

”Is something wrong?" you asked, genuinely concerned that they'd changed their mind.

They panted, or laughed, you didn't quite know which. Then they explained. "No way. I just don't want this to end yet," they managed with a heaving chest. 

You climbed back up their body and Gerards hands were immediately undoing your pants. Their shaky hands fumbled, so you helped. Once you'd removed them, their hands found their way into your underwear, eagerly finding the right places to touch you. 

You laid back down on the bed and without doubt you pulled off your underwear and threw them somewhere on the floor. Their thumb circled your clit, you moaned and Gerards face lit up, loving the sound. Their index and middle finger found your entrance, gently stroking, testing the waters. You ground your hips into their hand, Gerards eyes closed and they whimpered. Their fingers found their way back to your cunt, and just their sliding over you was enough to make you moan. Their index finger entered you and their thumb resumed circling your clit. You whimpered and bit your lip.

Their finger curled inside of you and hit exactly the spot you needed. The spot that made you weak in the knees. "Fuck, Gerard" you gasped, and Gerards face split into the most perfect smile. It would have been angelic, if it hadn't been so damn wicked. Their finger moved in and out of you, hitting the same spot every time. You rocked your hips against their hand, Gerards face became concentrated. They wanted nothing more than to give you what you needed. You rode their hand and Gerards thumb never stopped, making you shudder and gasp. "God, Gerard, I need you," you managed between moans.

Gerards other hand pulled you into a kiss. Their hand left you and their arms wrapped around your waist. For a moment you were just looking into each other's eyes, savouring the moment. Gerards hands found yours and their eyes pleaded. Your hand guided their cock to your cunt, and slowly you sank down on them. 

They filled you up so fucking good. Their hands found yours and they bit their lip, trying not to cum at the sight of it all. You waited a few seconds, letting your bodies adjust to each other. Gerards hands squeezed yours and they nodded. You rolled your hips slowly, feeling their cock slide in and out. Your head rolled back and Gerards moans were heavenly.

"You feel so fucking good. Jesus fuck," they gasped, their words were cut short by a moan. You rocked against them, Gerards face contorted, the pleasure was heavenly.

You leaned down and captured their lips with yours. Your tongue found its way into their mouth. Their kiss was deep and hungry.

"Fuck me," they murmured against your lips.

You sat up and started rolling your hips. The way you moved was slow and controlled. The sensation was intense, almost too much. The most perfect, angelic sin. Gerards breathing was ragged and shallow. They were already so close. You ground your hips, Gerard groaned and their face scrunched up. The way their thighs were trembling, the way they moaned and whimpered, it was all perfect. You did the only thing you could. Yout picked up the pace.

"I'm so close," they whispered. You leaned down and kissed their neck. Their hands tangled themselves in your hair. You nibbled their neck, their back arched. You could feel your legs getting weaker and you fought to keep the tempo up.

"Let me help," they said, sitting up, wrapping their arms around your waist, their cock still inside you. They started thrusting, slowly. Their mouth found yours and their hand cupped your chin. You fucked slow and deep. The friction between you was all you could ever need.

"God, you're so pretty. Where have you been all my life?" they whispered in your ear, nibbling your neck, sucking and biting.

"Gerard" you moaned, their name like honey on your lips. Like it had belonged there all along. The look on their face, the pleasure and desperation truly was a sight to behold. Their moans were so intoxicating and the whole situation was starting to overwhelm you.

You moaned and buried your face in their shoulder, you couldn't think anymore, you couldn't process. All that existed was the two of you, and the sensations. You could feel their breath hot on your neck, and hear their soft gasps and moans. It was overwhelming, and you could feel everything inside you tense up. And just the blink of an eye later, your orgasm hit you like a tsunami. Wave after wave crashing through you. You couldn’t even begin to put words to your feelings.

"Fucking christ, you're a dream. Please don't stop. I'm gonna cum," they moaned just after you.

You ground your hips and they gasped. "I can't wait to see you fall apart," you whispered, your head still spinning from your own orgasm.

Gerards eyes shut and they groaned. Their whole body trembled, their thrusts became erratic, then stopped. They gasped and shuddered, and with that, they came. Their nails dug into your back, their face buried in your shoulder, and they gasped. You slowed down on top of them and carefully laid down on their chest.

Their eyes were still closed, the room wrapped in the feeling of serene afterglow. Gerard's fingers traced absent patterns on your skin, a gentle connection that lingered in the quiet space between you.

As you felt the warmth of the afterglow settle, a subtle unease crept into your thoughts. The vulnerability of the moment brought forth a surge of insecurity, and a voice whispered doubts in the darker corners of your mind.

Without a word, you slipped out of bed, the cool air on your skin a stark contrast to the warmth you had just shared. Gerard stirred, their eyes flickering open as they sensed your departure.

You hesitated by the edge of the bed, while pulling on your shirt again. A swirl of emotions was clouding your gaze. 

Gerard's voice, soft and filled with a vulnerability of its own, broke the silence. "Don't go," they murmured, their eyes searching yours.

"I just... I don't want this to be... I mean, I don't want to assume," you stumbled over your words, the weight of your feelings making it difficult to articulate.

Gerard reached out, their fingers gently grazing your hand. "Stay," they whispered, a plea laced with emotion. "Please stay. I want you here.”

With a deep breath, you made a choice. You climbed back into bed, the warmth of Gerard's embrace welcoming you back.

They pulled you close. “I feel like I’ve missed you all my life” they whispered in your ear.

“I’ve missed you too, Gee,” you confessed.

You settled into each other's arms, the vulnerability of the moment transformed into a quiet reassurance. In the quiet aftermath, you both lay intertwined, feeling like you were both exactly where you were meant to be and that the night would last forever.

As the minutes passed, Gerard shifted closer. They nestled into your arms, their head finding a comfortable spot on your chest. You could feel the steady rise and fall of Gerard's breath, a rhythmic lullaby that calmed you down.

Eventually, a gentle peace settled over the room, and you felt the weight of Gerard's body relaxing completely. In the quiet serenity, they succumbed to sleep, their breaths deepening into a rhythmic melody that harmonized with the soft hum of the city outside.

You gazed down at Gerard, their features softened in the subdued glow of the room. The vulnerability of sleep painted a different picture, for a few moments, you marveled at their beauty, before eventually closing your own eyes and drifted to sleep with them in your arms.

Congrats on making it to the end. Once again I’m very sorry I have no chill at all and write things way too long. And also, sorry for being horny on main, lol. But it’s simply the life I lead. If you have any requests, pleasereach out to me!

#My Chemical Romance fanfic #Gerard Way fanfic #Gerard Way x reader #Smut #Ssidney writes #Tw: alcohol

[reanbowful]

NEW REQUEST NEW REUEST-

after a looong night with them, reader woke up with a very sore leg and have some trouble walking 👁️👁️?

OMG I READ THIS HALF ASLEEP AND THOUGHT IT WAS COMPLETELY INNOCENT. Like the reader was walking for the whole day w him and have sore legs :)

It was the eye emoji cleared things up for me to know that this was nsfw 👀

“take responsibility”

if you’re sore after having sex with them

*nsfw content

(ben, gerard, jake, donald, wolf)

ben park / park humin

Okay okay, let’s connect this to my other hcs. This dude is big ok.

He’s big and he can go for however many fucking rounds you want.

And that’s only on a normal day.

If he’s really horny, then just imagine how many rounds it would take to finally tire him out.

You woke up feeling a numb pain all over your body.

Ben was pretty damn rough last night. You actually felt like you were going to pass out if he made you cum another time.

Groaning, you rub your eyes, sitting up to examine the state of your body.

Pulling away the covers, you were revealed with hickeys and bite marks littered literally everywhere on your body. But it’s clean at least. So, Ben took the time to clean you.

Well good fucking job. Because if you wake up in that state AND is still dirty. He’s gonna catch some hands fr.

You heard some rustlings behind the door, and there you see. Your overgrown puppy boyfriend. Fidgeting with his fingers, looking oddly nervous.

“What are you doing?”

“A-are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?”

You deadpanned at him.

“Hm. Where are my clothes?”

“Oh. They’re in the dryer- Figured you wouldn’t want to wear yesterday’s clothes-“

“Then give me one of yours.”

He looked at your figure, then stared blankly at the floor.

“That’s too lethal.”

“Then?! You want me to go eat breakfast completely naked?!!”

And Ben decided that’s even more dangerous than the former. Quickly, he grab the smallest t-shirt he has in his wardrobe and handed it to you.

“Sorry. I- okay I have no excuse, I’m realllly sorry, babe.”

“Tch, stop with that. I’m so tired of you saying sorry and sorry only to keep going for more rounds after that.”

He sat on the side of the bed, feeling extremely guilty when you winced as you put the shirt on.

“You fucking asshole. Next time don’t push it in so deep. I have a migraine now.”

Ben promised to not touch you for a month after that, wanting to let you recover. Although.. let’s say, he’s not the strongest man when it comes to teasing.

gerard jin / jin gayool

Gerard would spoil you so much.

The two of you hadn’t had the time to be intimate with each other for a while now.

You have been busy with your school organisation life, and Gerard with his endless part-time jobs.

Even then, it was pure coincidence that your team decided to go on the location survey a day early. Leaving you with enough free time to visit your boyfriend at his place.

When you arrived, Gerard was passed out on the sofa.

You dropped your bag on the floor and made your way to your boyfriend. Lying on top of him.

After like three hours, you woke up. Feeling something rubbing against your thigh.

You looked up to see a red faced Gerard.

“Sorry, it’s been a while.”

He really made up for lost times after that.

Remembering how he was last night, you couldn’t even imagine Gerard acting like that in a normal occasion.

It’s not that he was rough or anything. He just won’t fucking stop.

“What’s with me today? I can’t seem to calm down.”

So here you are.

You wince as you sat up from the small bed. Gerard is still asleep next to you.

You give him a small kiss on his forehead. Stroking his hair gently.

He must’ve fallen asleep right away last night. Because you feel absolutely disgusting.

Taking a step away from the bed, you tried to walk yourself over to the bathroom, only to fall straight down with a thud.

Startling Gerard awake who immediately went to you and picked you up to the bed.

“What were you trying to do?”

“Baby, I need a shower.”

Biting the inside of his cheek, Gegard stroked your hair with an apologetic smile before putting on some trousers to get some water and wipe you clean.

He would be so so sweet about it too. Kissing your hand as he wiped down your body. Bringing you food in bed.

Anything you need, you get.

“I’m sorry for last night..”

“It’s fine. I liked it.”

“Ahh.. please don’t rile me up again.”

jake ji / ji hakho

With Jake, I see a very oddly specific scenario.

You were reading a new book you just bought. It had taken the book a month to arrive at your doorstep as it came from overseas.

So basically you’re very excited to read it. To the point where you would just ignore Jake’s advances towards you.

“Jake, seriously. Go grab a manga from the corner or something.”

“But, babe! I wanna do it pleaseee!”

You shoved him away in annoyance, making him scowl as he returned to his seat across from you.

With a brilliant, brilliant idea. He smirked, approaching you to whisper something in your ear.

Jake left your house swiftly after that. Leaving you dumbfounded and taken aback. But what does it matter. You have your book with you and you’re going to finish it by today.

Except what he said to you had more of an impact than you thought it did.

“If you want to read that book so bad, do it. I won’t come see you, or contact you. When you finally feel like doing it, come find me.”

You shook your head, feeling stupid. Fine. If that’s how he wanna do it, then so be it.

But one day turned into three. And three days turned to a week.

You’re feel a migraine building up. You can’t concentrate on the lessons at all. And your body feels hot every so often you catch a glimpse of Jake’s picture on your phone.

You just know that this mf is enjoying what he’s doing to you.

Eventually, after the two weeks mark, you caved. You texted Jake to meet you.

You really wanted to (affectionately) slap that grin off of his face.

Long story short, the two of you stepped into your apartment, he immediately pushed you to the back of the door. Kissing you as he began to frantically undress you.

“I didn’t jerk myself off at all for the past 2 weeks. You know what that means, right?”

Once you guys are finished, Jake would be back to his usual cheery self.

You didn’t know how many rounds you two went, but he really emptied all those accumulated loads from those two weeks out.

And for some reason, you felt more relaxed than you were the past week not seeing Jake.

He also would spoil you a lot after that, but not as much as Gerard.

He would give you massages, cook you food, bring you drinks. Rather than serving you, he would just be happy that he could see you again.

donald na / na baekjin

Ah yes, this guy.

When Donald is drunk, or if he drinks. It will take him a long long time to cum.

So, if you go and do it with Donald after let’s say a Union dinner.

He won’t be stopping until either one of you passes out. Most likely it would be you let’s be honest.

You woke up feeling like absolute shit. You’re hangover, your body hurts, you feel sticky, and sweaty.

A certain blonde is gripping you by your waist, maybe a little too tightly. Nuzzling onto the crook of your neck.

“Babe, let go.”

Upon further lucidity, you realised that he’s still inside you. And for fucks sake, he’s hard.

“Ugh.. y/n.”

Well, ngl his raspy morning voice is kinda (very) hot.

But no. No, no. You can’t take care of him right now. What you need is a shower. That’s right. Shower.

“I have to go shower, Donald. We’re both really nasty right now.”

Squinting open his eyes, Donald groaned, only pulling you closer. Unconsciously bucking his hips when he does so, making you gasp.

Shocked, slapped his thigh. Startling him a bit.

“Baby, why?”

“You! Let go of me, otherwise I’m banning sex for the rest of the month.”

“That’s too cruel, y/n. I didn’t even move when you passed out on my dick last night-“

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!!”

Donald laughed. Finally pulling himself out and picking you up with him to the bathroom.

“I can walk by myself.”

“No, you cant.”

The first fifteen minutes, he would really try to clean you and himself. But then he hadn’t really had the chance to relieve himself fully last night, right?

If you still can, he will ask you to help him with your hands. Otherwise, he’ll just do it himself and finish on top of you.

You’ll end up having to wash yourselves 2 times after that.

wolf keum / keum seongje

Wolf is rough on a normal day.

So imagine how this dude would be when he’s in pent up. For a whole month.

You were away for the entire summer to a summer school in London.

You should be thankful it’s in London, because if it’s anywhere in Korea, Wolf would kidnap you right back into his house within 2 days of you being away.

For a whole month, this mf would be an absolute nightmare for everyone around him.

He’s much more irritable and would snap at anything that breathes. Only calming down when his phone dings with a notification from you.

Today, you were supposed to return. As you told Wolf you would. You were only gonna stay for 3 weeks.

But some things came up, and you had to stay for yet another week.

When Wolf heard this, Hwangmo was ready to defend any expensive items in sight from Wolf’s rage. But was surprised when he simply pocketed his phone, eerily silent.

Not sure if it’s a good or bad thing, but he’ll take this over another broken macbook.

Wolf was smoking in his bedroom window when he heard the front door of his apartment click open.

You took your shoes off, putting all of the chocolates you bought for him in the fridge and walking into his room.

“Wolf?”

The second he sees your figure step in, Wolf immediately lost every ounce of self control he has in his body.

He immediately pulled you into a deep kiss, hands roaming all over your body. Pushing you to the bed as he sucked and bit on your neck.

“I’m done waiting.”

So that’s the story of how you end up with a personal purple haired butler who wouldn’t even let you lift a single finger.

“I’ll do it.”

“Wolf. I can do it myself, I’m just sore not sick.”

He wouldn’t say it, but he feels a tiny bit guilty when you said you couldn’t walk to the bathroom when you woke him up the next day.

Would be very clingy and cuddle you close after fulfilling every request you ask from him. (he would do it without questions)

#weak hero manhwa #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader #ben park #donald na #jake ji #wolf keum #wolf keum x reader #gerard jin

[natty1730]

Playlist (Metal Family OC)

🌼Daisy Oceanos Morozov 🌼

Blue Hair ~ TV Girl

Mary On A Cross ~ Ghost

Bring Me To Life ~ Evanescence

Call Me Little Sunshine ~Ghost

Teenagers ~My Chemical Romance

Chelsea Dagger ~ The Fratellis

Dear Maria, Count Me In ~ All Time Low

Oblivion ~ Grimes

Brutal ~ Olivia Rodrigo

Ain’t It Fun ~ Paramore

Cigarette Daydream ~ Cage The Elephant

Lovesong ~The Cure

Fade Into You ~ Mazzy Star

About a Girl ~ Nirvana

Iris ~ The Goo Goo Dolls

Love Will Tear Us Apart ~ Joy Division

Just Like Heaven ~ The Cure

Summertime Sadness ~ Lana Del Rey

Brooklyn Baby ~ Lana Del Rey

West Coast ~ Lana Del Rey

Watercolor Eyes ~ Lana Del Rey

High By The Beach ~ Lana Del Rey

Blue Madonna ~ BORNS

Sweet Dreams ~ BORNS

Jealous ~ Eyedress

Want Me ~Baby Queens

Romeo and Juliet ~ The Killers

Midnight Love ~ Girl in Red

Genesis ~ Grimes

Maya the Psychic ~ Gerard Way

Women ~ Harry Styles

My Boy ~ Billie Eilish

The Less I Know The Better ~ Tame Impala

My Type ~ Saint Motel

Happier Than Ever ~ Billie Eilish

Give You Hell ~ The All-American Rejects

Cornflower Blue ~ Flower Face

We’re Not Gonna Take It ~ Twisted Sister

The Story Ain’t Over ~ Avantasis

I Wanna Rock ~ Twisted Sister

Somebody Told Me ~ Motionless In White

Rock You Like a Hurricane ~ Scorpions

You Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi

Smells Like Teen Spirit ~ Nirvana

I Was Mad For Lovin’ You ~ KISS

It’s My Life ~ Bon Jovi

Creep ~ Radiohead

Pour Some Sugar On Me ~ Def Leppard

Boulevard of Broken Dreams ~ Green Day

Psychic Reader ~ Bad Bad Hats

BLUE ~ Troye Sivan , Alex Hope

Cardigan ~ Taylor Swift

Lovefool ~ The Cardigans

Willow ~ Taylor Swift

Pretty Girl ~ Clairo

Always Forever ~ Cults

Candy ~ Robbie Williams

Something That I Want ~ Grace Potter

Can I Call You Tonight ~Dayglow

Melting ~ Kali Uchis

Moonlight ~ Kali Uchis

See You Again ~ Tyler, The Creator & Kali Uchis

Telepatia ~ Kali Uchis

I Wish you Roses ~ Kali Uchis

La Luna Enamorada ~ Kali Uchis

First Love/Last Spring ~ Mitski

Never Felt So Alone ~ Labrinth

Blue ~ LAUNDRY DAY

Colors of the Wind ~ Judy Kuhn

Lavender Haze ~ Taylor Swift

Heather ~ Conan Gray

Something Good ~ Alt-J

She ~ Dodie

Reencuentro ~ Huara

Zamba’l Mar ~ Anida

Chitquitita ~ ABBA (Spanish Version )

Ophelia ~ The Lumineers

Selfless ~ The Strokes

Once Upon a December ~ Anastasia

J’s lullaby ~ Delaney Bailey

The Night We Met ~ Lord Huron & Phoebe Birdgers

This Side of Paradise ~ Coyote Theory

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend ~ The Rubinoos

Teenage Dirtbag ~ Wheatus

Luna de Xelaju ~ Gaby Moreno & Oscar Isaac

All The Things She Said ~ t.A.T.u

Parents ~ YUNGBLUD

Freaks ~ Surf Curse

Not Allowed ~ TV Girl

Living Life , In The Night ~ Cheriimoya & Sierra Kidd

King For A Day~ Pierce The Veil

Flames ~ MOD SUN & Avril Lavigne

Amnesia ~ MOD SUN

Bones ~ MOD SUN

Break the Rules ~ Charli XCX

Rebel Girl ~ Bikini Kill

Nunca Es Suficiente ~ Natalia Lafourcade

Haste la Raiz

Tu Falta De Querer ~ Mon Laferte

Amarrame ~ Mon Laferte & Juanes

Amor Completo ~ Mon Laferte

The Adults Are Talking ~ The Strokes

Soledad y el Mar ~ Natalia Lafourcade & Los Macorinos

Cariño~ The Marias

Remember the Time ~ Michael Jackson

Chicago ~ Michael Jackson

P.Y.T. ~ Michael Jackson

Arabella ~ Arctic Monkeys

I Wanna Be Yours ~ Arctic Monkeys

Green Light ~ Lorde

Liability ~ Lorde

All I Wanted ~ Paramore

Misery Business ~ Paramore

Still into You ~ Paramore

Kiwi ~Harry Styles

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE ~ Maneskin

Stargirl Interlude ~ The Weeknd & Lana del Rey

New Girl ~ Labrinth

Pumped Up Kicks ~ Foster The People

Free Spirit ~ Khalid

hate u love u ~ Olivia O’Brien

In My Dreams ~ Kali Uchis

Super Psycho Love ~ Simon Curtis (The YouTube Version)

She’s My Collar ~ Gorillaz & Kali Uchis

Cherry Flavored ~ The Neighborhood

Backyard Boy ~ Claire Rosinkranz

Dirty Little Secret ~ The All-American Rejects

Move Along ~ The All-American Rejects

Dueles ~ Jesse & Joy

Romantic Lover ~ Eyedress

September (Instrumental) ~ Sparky Deathcap

Magalenha ~ Sergio Mendes

Fanfarra - Cabua-Le-Le ~ Sergio Mendes

Mas Que Nada ~ Sergio Mendes & Brasil’66

The Girl From Ipanema ~ Astrud Gilberto

Baiana ~ Barbatuques

Me Gustas Tu ~ Manu Chao

Pais Tropical ~ Sergio Mendes & Brasil’66

Tubarao Te Amo ~ Dj LK de Escocia & Tchakabum & MC Ryan

Carta Ao Tom 74 ~ Toquinho & Vinicius de Moraes

Girl From Rio ~ Anitta

Dancando ~ Ivete Sangalo

Ai Se Eu Te Pego ~ Michel Telo

Balada ~ Gusttavo Lima

Taboo ~ Don Omar

Calm Down ~ Rema & Selena Gomez

R.I.P 2 My Youth ~ The Neighborhood

NYMPHOLOGY ~ Melanie Martinez

Smell Like Cherry ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

Light ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

Tales of a Pine ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

In One Ear ~ Cage The Elephant

Why ~ Sabrina Carpenter

Gold Hour~ JVKE

Billie Bossa Nova x West Coast

#dee x reader #metal family #metal family x reader #metal family fandom #metal family heavy #metal family dee #metal family glam #metal family vicky #metal family ches #metal family lif

[wellthebardsdead]

Finally brainstorming for the selkie!reaper au! You’re welcome! ~Bambi

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*1am in the bay of a small seaside collage town*

Jack: *grumbling to himself as he parks the boat out by the nets and prepares to bring them in himself after dropping anchor* stupid fucking gerard getting pissed with the skipper leaving me to do all the work. *sighs and starts hooking up the net to the motored hook to do most of the heavy lifting for him, already contemplating if his uni degree and decision to leave the family farm was worth it*

*distant drunken cheering and music from the shore*

Jack: *glances back at the sea side town and makes out the shapes of the rest of the boats crew, all drunkenly stumbling about and having fun* assholes… *sighs and turns to flick on the motor to bring the nets in*

*splash!*

Jack: *spins around and looks at the ladder leading from the deck down into the water, normally used if for whatever reason a crew mate goes overboard* oh great better not be a fucking walrus again- *pauses upon immediately hearing the pained cries of a very sick baby* wh-what the fuck? *looks at the ladder to see what looks like a bundle of fur wrapped around a screaming infant boy* sh-shit shit shit- *immediately drops the nets and pulls off his gloves as he carefully hurries to the baby* hey lil guy where’d y-HOLY FUCK!!! *staggers back and lands flat on his ass upon seeing a grown man in the water, holding onto the ladder and pushing the bundle closer to Jack*

???: h-help, please, he’s sick I-I lost my herd… I lost my wife I-I don’t know how to look after him…

Jack: *groans as he sits up but quickly rises to his feet thinking it’s just a man whose probably ship wrecked and has been stuck at sea with his kid* herd? You mean family? How long you been out here bud- *picks up the baby carefully and nearly drops them upon pulling back the fur a little to see not legs, but a seal like tail* I?… what the-

???: they came after us, the water was red, I found my pup in our nest, I-I can only hunt I don’t know how to look after him. *suddenly pulls himself aboard showing his lower half to be that of what looks like a harbour seal only with fur around his waist, like he’s shed off half of a suit to reveal his human half* y-you help? Humans help injured things right?…

Jack: *standing there in utter disbelief, holding an infant mythical creature and staring at a grown mythical creature trying to calculate what’s reality and if he’s finally snapped from the pressure of his job school life balance* …I?… *suddenly looks down as the babies cries give way to coughing and fragile little baby seal honks* …what are you?…

???: we’re, selkies… mermaids y’know?… I thought humans still remembered us?… *suddenly grabs the fur at his waist and with a kick of his tail splits his lower half in two, before the fur suddenly unfurls revealing a very, human lower half* y-you can help right?… nice human?… *stands up and holds up the fur tucking it over the baby*

Jack: *trying to figure out where to look without being disrespectful and failing, finally settles on his face and notices the whiskers hiding amongst the man’s facial hair, the distinct freckles and spots on his shoulders and neck, and his dark, seal like eyes* …what’s your name?…

Gabe: *feeling hesitant to give his name knowing as a fae the power they hold* … *looks at how gently the human holds his pup and how comfortable he’s starting to look in his warmth* …I’m… Gabriel…

Jack: I’m Jack… whose this little guy?… *gently tucks the blanket around him a little more and rocks the baby making him calm down and cling onto him wanting to be warmer*

Gabe: *assessing the others nurturing nature, deciding he’s proven himself to be the makings of a suitable mate* …Cole.

Jack: okay… you- you go take him and sit down in the cabin, I’ll, be in in a minute to take you… home…

Gabe: home… *hugs his son close* we wait… *walks past jack and into the cabin as he’s told*

Jack: *staring so disrespectfully as he walks away, though noticing the dark fur leading down into webbed and clawed feet* … *walks over to the motored hook and cuts the net deciding to deal with the consequences later*

*a short boat ride and a frantic rush to Jacks flat later*

Jack: *pacing back and forth in his living room reading through article after article on babies with high fevers and fevers and illness in seals* maybe I should take you to the hospit- no I can’t do that-

Gabe: *holding his crying son trying to rock him gently but being a little too rough and only stirring him up* pl-please Cole I don’t know what you want- wh-what do you want?…

Jack: *glances up from his phone* hey hey- *walks over and takes the bundle from him holding the baby carefully* gentle, he’s much smaller than you you have to be caref- *pauses watching a pile of fur fall out of the selkies coat… the original bundle Cole was wrapped in* huh?…

Gabe: … *picks it up and feels his heart hurt* mi vida… mi corazon… my Martina…

Jack: that was…

Gabe: my wife’s coat… I came back from hunting and… it was all that was left of her… I found it just outside our nest… I’ve… been trying to take care of our pup on my own but- he won’t eat… and now he’s sick I-

Jack: your wife?… i- wait- eat… what have you been feeding him?…

Gabe: fish?… penguin? The stuff I eat…

Jack: … *hands Gabe back the baby and his coat before running to the fridge and pulling out a carton of goat milk before heating it up in the microwave for a few seconds and testing it on his fingers* this might work! *hurries over and pauses upon realising he has no clue how to feed the baby* … I’m gonna have to do this. Very. Very carefully… *walks back to the kitchen and returns with a spoon* I need you to hold him up right so I don’t spill it and hurt him okay?…

Gabe: *nods and shifts him a little*

Jack: *carefully pours some onto the spoon and holds it to the baby* come on… come on…

Cole: *sniffs a little and opens his mouth trying to suck for milk but manages to take it in with no problems*

Jack: h-haha, it worked.

Cole: *starts fussing again wanting more*

Jack: shhh okay okay hold on lil guy it’s gonna be slow but you’ll be much better after this. *pours a little more milk onto the spoon and keeps feeding him*

Gabe: *staring at him in awe, deciding he’ll be a suitable mate then and there to raise his pup with* he’s… he’s happy…

Jack: he’s still a bit flushed. I’ll get you two settled then go the pharmacy for some medicine that might help him… and a bottle and some proper formula… hopefully they’ll still be open. *smiles watching Cole rub his eyes, all tuckered out and full at last* I bet that feels better huh lil guy?…

Cole: *lets out a content lil honk*

Jack: here give him to me, I think you’re supposed to do this after babies eat.

Gabe: *does as he’s told and hands him the baby again, all the while watching intently*

Jack: *slides the fur coat down and gently pats the babies back until he burps* heh, seems it’s the same for seal human babies too.

Cole: *yawns and nuzzles into him* honk…

Jack: *carefully moves the coat back up and swaddles him in it as he hands him back to Gabe* …what exactly. Is that fur by the way?…

Gabe: it’s my coat. I put it on I become a seal, I take it off I can walk on land… I can’t go far without it or I’ll… get sick… that’s what the elders always told us at least. Stories about humans kidnapping selkies to marry them and stealing their coats so they can’t leave… but… you’re not cruel like their stories…

Jack: yeah I’d heard about those stories too but, I always assumed they were fake because well… I’ve never seen a selkie in person before but… *looks away shyly* y-you’re gonna have to wear more than a coat while you stay here! Some underpants at least!

Gabe: what are??? Underpants?

Jack: oh god…

#yes I know it’s messy yes I know there’s spelling errors it’s 3am bugger off #selkie!gabe #fisherman!76 #selkie reaper au #overwatch #overwatch shitposts #cole cassidy #jack morrison #gabriel reyes #r76

[arnold-layne]

You should definitely give Revenge another chance, it's my favorite album!! My favorite songs are The Ghost of You, Helena, Thank you for the Venom & Cemetery Drive (bonus Desert Song from Life on the murder scene)

Also I think you're gonna like their first album, I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love, it sounds like a mental breakdown (songs recs: Our Lady of Sorrows, Vampires will never Hurt you, Early Sunsets over Monroeville & Demolition Lovers)

Danger Days has a special place in my heart too, the lore behind it is just so good to get lost into (it reminds me a lot of the untouchable gang, but like. A LOT!! Song recs: Bulletproof heart, DESTROYA, Summertime)

Anddddd I don't know if you're ready for this lmao but you should check out Frank Iero's solo project Stomachaches, that album also sounds like a mental breakdown. It reminds me of 58 and Generation Swine in a weird way (please listen to it and tell me I'm not the only one shshhdhdj)

Let me know what you think <333

sorry it took me so long but i finally listened to most of what you recommended and i wanted to form an actual opinion about it!

sorry, most of revenge still doesn't slap for me :( it's an objectively good album but just not my thing i guess. BUT i really dig you know what they do to guys like us in prison (jesus thats a mouthful) and thank you for the venom! to the end has an incredible beginning. this jetset life is gonna kill you is also good.

i REALLY liked danger days!!! first, the lore. i ADORE that kind of shit. i love the elements of storytelling in songs. i'm more than interested in music video recommendations 👀 also thats famous gerard way red hair era right? all in all, i loved na na na, bulletproof heart, sing, planetary (go!), party poison, save yourself ill hold them back and vampire money!!

i actually checked out stomachaches before others because your description made me curious and. yeah. it's a hot mess 😂 it has its charm tho.

still have to listen to bullets but i'll get to it eventually i just didn't want you to wait for my reply any longer <3 thank u babe im actually invested now. just saying if you wanna talk mcr my dms are right here. love u <3

#my chemical romance #you and frank and ashley are slowly pulling me into the cult and i aint resisting 😔

[thisismarta]

VISUAL ANALYSIS

The work of art Narcissus from Gerard Van Kuijl is an oil on canvas painting. The dimensions of the painting are about 4.8 feet width and about 3.7 feet hight, so it is relatively big, and it looks bigger in person. The main subject in the painting is a man that is looking at his reflection in the water. He has brown curly hair, and he has a serious face with blushing cheeks. The guy is covered with a red mantel, and he is only wearing light brown sandals. 

The artist use a lot of dark colors in the background to represent the forest, and the few vibrant colors that he used are red, pastel blue, and a light warm pink. The bright red is used to represent the mantel and it can signify all the emotions of the guy, such as passion, love, anger, and vigor. The mantel has many lines with shadows and points of light, this is because the artist wanted to make it look very flattery with also harmony and rhythm. The body of the man is very brilliant and bright. Kuijl used circular patterns and high contrast on the body to make defined muscles, so that he could highlight the beauty and the masculinity of the man. On the top right corner, the artist painted a spot of sky, and It is the only colorful spot in the background. The artist used different shades of blue: from intense blue to pastel and lighter blue to blend the colors together. The color blue in this work of art can signify calm, peace, and trust. The overall painting has a lot of contrasts that have unity and variety, and there is a balance of emotions that go from anger to peace. Proportion is mainly emphasized in the body of the man; for instance, the hands, legs, feet, face, and arms are very proportionate to the unity of the painting. The contrast and the colors make the painting harmonic and unique. 

This painting makes me feel empathic towards the guy. I like how this painting makes me feel because I can really feel all the emotions that the man has. I can understand that the man has a sense of self pride, but at the same time he is not fully happy, and also he seems very exhausted of something that has happened to him. I feel like this because of the way he is looking at himself and how he is seated down. Another detail that makes me feel like this is his right hand on the chest that gives me a sense of rancor but at the same time of sadness.

Kuijl was a Dutch painter, and he was from Gorinchem which is a city in the Netherlands. He was famous because he made paintings that have similar styles of Caravaggio. Kuijl’s styles is very identifiable for its realism and for the use of the chiaroscuro technique, which is the use of shadow and light. Kuijl made this painting to represent the story of a Greek myth. The painting is about this beautiful man that is in love with himself. This happened after a nymph made some magic on him and made him fall in love with his own reflection, so that he was not able to love anyone else or anything else. Because the man was only caring about his beauty and loving himself, he then dies.

This art work is a mythological painting, and it is associated with the period of Renaissance and Baroque, and it was made about in 1645. It was then commissioned by John and Marble Ringling Museum of Art. This painting shows that this artist really liked Caravaggio’s style, and he decided to repurpose this painting in a similar style. From this painting, Kuijl is trying to say that it is not good to only think about yourself because it can lead to depression and not being able to love anyone else, and therefore being alone for the entire life. This message is very clear because I can see that the man in the painting is not happy and he looks lonely.

Overall, I chose this painting because when I saw it I immediately felt the pain that the guy has from his face expression. I also like the colors and the contrast that the artist used because they make the painting simple but at the same time with many emotions, and with a clear message.

#narcissus

[queensilber]

Buzzfeed AI quizzresult: Gerard way cinematic universe:

Gerard way formed a cinematic universe!

Title: "Unicorn Army: The Battle for the Comicbook of Life"

Starring Gerard Way, the superhero "Summoner" with the ability to Summon the Robot DESTROYA and Frank Iero, the superhero "Energetic Danger" with prehensile hair, this is the story of the battle to protect The Comicbook of Life from destruction by the villain, Mikey Way.

Mikey Way's superpower, Unicorn Army, is an evil spin that let's him manipulate animals and objects with a thousand infinitesimal laser beams. With the help of his minions, he aims to seize the Comicbook and rip the fabric that time and space are built on, plunging the world into destruction.

Our heroes must use their individual abilities to fight the minions and Mikey’s laser beams. Summoner’s super-sass and robotic gadgets give him a powerful edge against the army, while Energetic Danger’s agility and lightning-like speed makes her the most dangerous fighting force of all.

The two team up to take on the Unicorn Army in a battle like no other. Outfitted in battle-ready red and navy costumes featuring their superhero names on the front, they fight their way to the Comicbook of Life and seize it from Mikey's frantic grasp. With the fate of the world in the balance, they ultimately emerge victorious!

BuzzFeed + Buzzy + ME

For more AI quizzes, go to buzzfeed.com/iq

[fuyuesu]

AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MCR ROX!

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Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I’m in the seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Ebony!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy!

“What’s up Draco?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

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AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

You know, I used to think he and I were the same. Seeing as how he was so small and slender, just like a girl…

In a men’s society where physical health and strength are the standards we are measured against, he was looked down upon.

I thought that he’d be frustrated and rebellious, with an inferiority complex simmering under the surface.

That he held the same dreams and desires as me, that he was someone who would come running toward the same goal.

So I thought I understood his feelings. To my embarrassment, I was mistaken.

I thought he would sympathize with and support me, and fight by my side… So when I was admitted to the hospital for my condition, I had him do what I wanted while I was unable to move.

And what I wanted was to bring revolution to Yumenosaki and the idol industry. For that purpose, I had to squeeze out the pus and disease and dispose of them.

At that time, I was in and out of the hospital, so it was a lot of trouble trying to do everything myself.

It was my first trial, as something that no one had tried before… And I didn’t have much confidence in it, so I had him give it a go first.

While indoctrinating him with half-truths, I used the student council, created new plans…

And from both on the surface and behind the scenes, I secretly tried to control him.

That trial went well, for the most part.

I broke up the swollen Chess, used Judgment to remove the ill, affected areas… used Duel to kill off enemies, the disease attacking from outside.

Judgment was put down as J, Duel as D, and any other DreamFes were labelled as O…

For convenience, I separated them by alphabetic letters on the student council’s paperwork.

The remnants of that alphabetic management system are why even now DreamFes are officially called S1, A1, and the like.

Well, I digress.

The point is, DreamFes around that time was still just an experiment… It was still an unpolished prototype, so there was no guarantee it would work as I’d expected.

So to take the responsibility of possible failure off me, I fixed someone else at the center of it. In other words, that someone was Tsukinaga-kun.

He was my stand-in protagonist. Thanks to him, I managed to collect a considerable amount of practical data and removed quite a bit of pus from the school.

Of course, we may call it a war or something along those lines, but there were no actual casualties.

The defeated continued on with their carefree lives, but in the later revolution, I made them my supporters.

Tsukinaga-kun continued his steady growth beyond my expectations, and his strength grew far too great…

So to put an end to all of that, I held Checkmate after my condition stabilized.

Checkmate… It was only DreamFes in history to be labelled with the letter C, and became the point at which the path split.

After that, the protagonist changed. I went into action, moving along our plan to conquer the Five Oddballs.

Tsukinaga-kun had exhausted his role. It was clear he was on the verge of a decline.

As he defeated his former comrades, one after another, he soon became resented by everyone and could no longer triumph in DreamFes battles…

But even then, he would cry justice, like Don Quixote, as he continued to fight the villains.

We were concerned with essentially the same things, so there were times when we fought together, too.

However, that relationship didn’t last long, either.

After all, he could probably guess what I’d been planning. He’d say something like “You’re the mastermind, huh~”, and challenge me on many occasions. Either way, I shot back.

He’d already been driven into a corner by then, and no one would stop to listen to the words of a bygone hero, now despised and ostracized.

In fact, people would gather around me in sympathy, telling me how bad they felt hearing such strange things being said to me.

I took advantage of every one of his actions to kindle the fire of my revolution. He burned up, disappeared… and everything went just as I had planned.

Just like the foolish naked king, you all just embarrassed yourselves in letting yourselves be used. I do offer my condolences, though I suppose I’m the last person you’d want empathy from.

It was a war. Those who were deceived are at fault, and those who survived preside as justice.

Of course I felt terrible, but I continued to tell myself that… And I stood atop your remains.

At least this sacrifice wasn’t in vain… All I can do now is assert this.

hey enstars fandom (enstars kin included, ive seen you do this before). i see you making fun of rainbow circus. you're underestimating fine, i think. you're the weak ones, and youre the next ones our unit is going to crush have you forgotten that we're still considered yumenosaki's most formidable unit? have you forgotten the events of the war? we still have it in us. dont treat our song like a joke, and don't underestimate us.Gonestars is an interactive killing game based on the cast of Ensemble Stars. Through a google form, 49 participants representing each main character in Enstars are taken in. Their main goal is to find the disbander, a player among the 49. Players must discuss who to eliminate each day to execute the disbander, and upon doing so, the surviving players will win the game. More info can be found on the official Twitter.Enstars is gay indeed. But you should know that they are different. They are not like you. They are the wonderful kind of gay. As for you. you are the opposite. They have more worth than you've ever had and you should know that.Hatsune Miku will never, ever put on a bad show. Every night, her pigtails will cascade flawlessly into four-foot azure foxtails. Every night, her choreographed steps will come down perfectly in place. Every night, her voice will align with the pitch, her internal tempo will fall in lockstep with the beat. As a Vocaloid—a computer-generated ”vocal android”—Miku is incapable of screwing up. Perfection is in her programming. As a pop star, she is infallible.Who the fuck is Hatsune Miku? Some may say she’s a Vocaloid, the poster child for the voice synthesizer software engineered by Crypton Future Media. Others may say she’s just an idol, one of the pure virtual variety, playing shows as a hologram from time to time. Others will attribute her likeness to mostly being a videogame character, appearing time and time again as the face of Sega’s Project DIVA rhythm game franchise. But I say she’s something more. Miku is a God. Dancing, singing, performing extraordinaire Hatsune Miku does not know pain. She only knows happiness, glee, cheerfulness. Except for that time in Project DIVA X when I gave her a totem pole as a present, she wasn’t too happy about that. But still, Miku’s the type of person whose emotions are always dialed up to 11. She wants to feel pleasant 24/7, and if that happiness isn’t maintained, she grows disappointed. Miku’s occasional disappointment reminds me of my mom’s disappointment when I don’t call her back within a day. Or my boyfriend’s disappointment when I insist that no, I don’t actually want mac n’ cheese for dinner for the third time this week. Miku’s saddened eyes burn holes directly into my skull. I feel bad about not cheering up the virtual girl.Kimi no koto o kangae nagara shakashaka WHIPPER kakimawashite

CHOCOLATE to nama CREAM ni sotto boku no kimochi in

Ajimi bakka shiteta kara hana no shita ni rippa na ohige

Nee nee, CHOCHALATE tte honba no CHOCOLATIER ppokute

niatterun janai?

Jishin nai toki ya fuan na toki

Mitsuru & Nazuna: (TEMPERING TIME)

Kimi no kirakira no egao ni genki o moratta yo

Mitsuru & Tomoya & Hajime: Yasashisa ni tsutsumarete bokura seichou shite yukunda

Aa kimi ni totemo kansha shitai!

Mitsuru & Tomoya & Hajime: Datte sekai wa

Datte sekai wa

VALENTINE DAY

Ukarete pyonpyon tobidete pyonpyon

Usagi de gozaimasu

Hora ne honki dasuto usagi ni nacchaunda ze

Takusan no fanfan HEART o fanfan

Arigato gozaimasu

Kimi ni tedzukuri no choko o otodoke ni yattekimashita

Amakute

Shoppakute

MAGICAL na aji kamo dakedo

Usagi nari no KISS & LOVE ga gyuutte tsumatteru yo

Tabete hoshiinda aan shite!

RAINBOW no CHOCO SPRAY parapara yousei no ashiato

Hoshikuzu mitai ni kirameku no wa giniro no arazan

ROMANTIC de kanari meruhen na dekibae ni totsuzen no yoromeki

Nee nee, chokkore tte KIRSCH no kaori ni yotte

mawatterun janai?

Shippai shita toki guruguruna toki

Tomoya & Hajime: (TEMPERING TIME)

Boku ni yume o kasaneru kimi ni yuuki o moratta yo

Mitsuru & Tomoya & Hajime: Kitai sarereba sareru hodo ni seichou shite yukunda

Aa kimi ni totemo kansha shitai!

Mitsuru & Tomoya & Hajime: Datte sekai wa

Datte sekai wa

VALENTINE DAY

Awatete pyonpyon korogete pyonpyon

Usagi de gozaimasu

Oshiri no manmaru shippo ga CHARM POINT desu

Ryoute ippai fanfan ii ne! o fanfan

Arigato gozaimasu

Kimi ni tedzukuri no choko o otodoke ni yattekimashita

Mitame wa do, do, dou kana?

Mitsuru & Tomoya: Geijutsu bakuhatsu shichatta kedo

Usagi nari no KISS & LOVE ga gyuutte tsumatteru yo

tabesasete ageru aan shite

Shitteta?

Choco o taberu to koishiteru

Kibun ni naru n datte!

Kiku?

Kikitai?

Tameshi ni minna de

Mitsuru & Tomoya & Hajime: Tabesase aikko shite mita hanashi!

(ee, uwaa, sore itchadamee!!!)

Ukarete pyonpyon tobidete pyonpyon

Usagi de gozaimasu

Bokura honki dasuto usagi ni nacchaun desu

Takusan no fanfan HEART o fanfan

Arigato gozaimasu

Kimi ni tedzukuri no choko o otodoke ni yattekita ze

Amakute

Shoppakute

MAGICAL na aji kamo dakedo

Usagi nari no KISS & LOVE ga gyuutte tsumatteru yo

Tabesasete ageru aan shite♡

aan shite♡

My name is Klee of the Knights of Favonius. I’m 10 years old. My room is in the North-west section of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, where the Confinement Room is located, and I have a lot of friends. I am the Spark Knight of the Knights of Favonius, and I get to the Confinement room by 7 PM at the latest. I don’t grind, but I occasionally fish-blast. I’m in bed by 9 PM, and make sure I get 12 hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a plate of Barbecued Mondstadt Bass and doing about 20 minutes of bomb-tinkering before going to bed. I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a baby. I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning. I was told there were no casualties at my last detention. I’m trying to explain that I am a person who wishes to live a very quiet life. I care not to trouble myself with any artifact domains, like the Hidden Palace of the Zhou Formula, that would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight I wouldn’t lose to anyone.

THE ENGLISH ENSEMBLE STARS WIKI

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The War

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This story deals with topics that may be upsetting for some readers. Please check the content warnings first!

※ References to violence and suicide.

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Arashi visiting the cenotaph of those who committed suicide[1]

The war (戦争 sensou) took place one year before the Ensemble Stars! timeline and concerns the drastic social and structural reform of Yumenosaki Private Academy. Preparations for the war began spring, the start of the school year, and the war came to a close in autumn of the same year, following the defeat of Wataru Hibiki.

The central conflict of the war hinges on Eichi Tenshouin, with the help of Tsumugi Aoba and Keito Hasumi, mobilizing ex-fine and the student body against the talented Five Eccentrics in order to cull weak and unmotivated students from Yumenosaki while allowing him to triumph over these five geniuses, whom he would normally not be able to defeat.

While the students who lived through the war refer to it in violent terms, no literal blood was spilled during the so-called "battles" of the war. Additionally, no one was killed, though many students will metaphorically refer to what happened as a killing. However, students were bullied and forced to leave school prior to the war and during it, and a few had committed suicide. After the events of the war, a cenotaph was erected in the memory of these students.

i think im having a stroke

#melty answers #long post #im not putting this in any of my other tags

[xbunnybunz]

WEAK HERO UNIVERSITY (3/?) [READER X WEAK HERO]

Summary: I know you assholes are crying now that the first season of Weak Hero is over. But you’ve got other things to focus on, like where the fuck you’re going to live after getting kicked out of your old dorm. Luckily, you’ve found one last open room on the other side of Weak Hero University. What could possibly go wrong?

Genre: Romance, Humor, Slice of Life

Date: 7/12/2021

You’re dully unaware of how many people are allowed into a cramped dorm room before it becomes a fire hazard, but you are almost completely sure that the rule has now been broken.

Gray pushes through the mass of bodies wedging themselves between your bed and the desk, a damp, cold rag in his hands.

“Let me see.”

You grit your teeth and stare up at the ceiling, holding back the urge to toss yourself out the window. Of course this would happen, you don’t even know why you’re surprised! It was just your luck to completely obliterate your toe in front of cute guys you had just met.

You reach down towards your sock and then freeze, eyeing them wearily.

“Wait… You guys aren’t like, feet people… Right?”

Eugene furrowed his eyebrows and looked to everyone else. “What do you mean? We all have feet.”

Gerard made a face, or well—as much as a face as you can see, and you fluster, immediately regretting asking the question.

“Shit. Never mind. That was a stupid question, just pretend I didn’t say anything.” What? No one can blame you, too many years on deviantart would make anyone paranoid!

You hook your fingers onto the elastic of the sock and pull it off your right foot.

The moment your sock comes off, both Ben and Alex rattle your eardrums with a shriek. Alex covers his eyes and Ben dramatically falls onto his knees beside the bed.

“The whole thing is purple, Ben, you dumbass!” Alex cried, peeking out from between his fingers. “She’s going to need to amputate her toes!”

Ben clasped his hands together in front of you, bowing his head to the floor. “I’m so sorry! I’m terrible! I’ll take full responsibility! I’ll even give you my toes!”

“Uhm, you guys—” Eugene lifts a shaky finger but is interrupted by the earth-shattering slap Alex lands on the back of Ben’s head, eyes teary with emotion, “Dammit Ben, no one would want your big ugly goblin toes!”

Absolutely flabbergasted at their reactions, you flinch back, eyes wide as Ben clasped both his large hands over yours, bottom lip quivering.

“Please forgive me (Y/N)! You’re too pretty to be missing toes!”

What the fuck does that even mean?!

Mind working in overdrive and face burning hot, you swallow and try to stutter out an explanation, nearly going cross-eyed at the insane amount of pressure suddenly thrust upon you. Did Alex just give Ben brain damage? Did Ben just call you pretty? Were those two things related? What the hell was going on!?

Gray pulls a sobbing Ben off of you, lips pressed into a thin line.

“You two are freaking her out. You need to calm down.”

“But—!” Ben starts, voice trembling, “Her toes! I crushed her—!”

Gerard sighs, turning his face away from the scene, clearly too tall and cool and in need of a haircut to be suffering from secondhand embarrassment. “You guys… That’s just nail polish.”

Ben turns to Eugene for confirmation and Eugene rubs the back of head sheepishly, an awkward smile plastered on his face. “I tried to tell you guys.”

Alex approaches Grey, peeking over his shoulder and almost sounding a bit disappointed. “Wait, so… We don’t need to call an ambulance?”

Grey shakes his head, no. His pale hair catches the light and you suddenly notice how incredibly pretty he is. “It won’t be necessary. But we still might need to speak to the Hall Assistant…”

A slender hand reaches up and delicately turns your foot towards him, revealing a nasty reddish-purple bruise forming just under the ball of your feet.

The group behind Gray cringes back simultaneously.

Alex lets out a low whistle, clicking his tongue. “That one’s gonna be hard to walk on, (Y/N).”

Eugene sighs, eyebrows knitting together. “Yeah, last time I got something that bad, I needed to use a wheelchair for a week.”

“Dude, wasn’t the wheelchair because Teddy accidentally threw a coke bottle at your crotch?” Alex asks.

Eugene turns to him sharply, whispering something reminiscent of “girls” and “not now” while gesturing to you avidly.

“We’re going to need to get ice.” Grey says, ignoring the arguing in the back.

He lowers the damp rag onto your foot. You wince and flex all the muscles in your leg, trying not to contort your feet in pain. Lavender eyes meet yours and you begin to wonder if you had misjudged him for side eyeing your ziplock baggie of waterlogged notes. “How are you feeling?”

Well, to be honest you were feeling pretty damn good right now. You’ve never had so many attractive guys paying attention to you at once, even if it was because of a fucked-up foot. You, one. University? Zero!

Of course, you weren’t about to say this. Instead, you gulp, wiggling your toes just to make sure nothing was broken.

You turn to Grey with doeful eyes. “Well, everything is still connected. I think I’ll be able to walk, maybe with some… Extra support?”

He lifts the damp rag off your foot and contemplates a bit, placing a finger under his chin.

“Why don’t you try standing up?”

He moves to give you some space and you swing your legs off the bed, moving quite feebly to put on a show and hopefully getting the world’s hottest crutch out of it.

Unfortunately, you were so preoccupied with putting on an act that you forgot which foot was actually injured. You place all your weight onto one foot before you realize you’ve gone and fucked yourself and feel the shock of pain immediately.

Your knee gives out, sending you flailing like a circus monkey on a tricycle, except you weren’t a circus monkey on a tricycle because at least those were cute, you were just a clumsy buffoon with one foot, too lazy to pick up her own belongings and finally paying the price for it.

“Shit!”

You’re entirely prepared to just give up life and become a fully concussed vegetable at this point, but instead of the sweet embrace of death, you get the sweet embrace of a himbo instead. An arm catches you by the waist before you can hit the floor and pulls you back up to his chest, the scent of a woody cologne punching you in the face.

When you look up, you’re met with Ben’s gaze. His reddish brown hair and chocolate eyes are a lot more overwhelming up close, and it doesn’t help that you suddenly recall him calling you pretty while he snotted over your bed. You stiffen like a board.

“Uhm. Hey.” You say, definitely not awkwardly at all.

He flusters, tips of his ears turning red. He swallows thickly and his adams apple bobs up and down.

“Hey.”

He averts his eyes and looks anywhere but at you, doing what you think is an attempt at whistling nonchalantly. It was in no way nonchalant. In fact, you weren’t sure if he even knew how to whistle, he was kind of just blowing spit out of puckered lips. With both of you distracted, neither of you realize his grip was becoming slack with his inattentiveness.

“…Ben.” Grey warns, albeit softly, but alas, he’s too late and too damn quiet.

He drops you like it’s hot and everyone else watches in horror as your head connects like deadweight with the metal frame of the bed, a loud and resounding “CLING!” bouncing off the walls and reverberating in the room like a haunting testament to assured braincell loss.

Your vision swims and darkness begins to bleed into your periphery. The last thing you hear is Gerard’s voice echoing in your brain,

“Hey man, is that my shirt you’re using as a rag?”

#weak hero university #weak hero x reader #webtoon weak hero #weakhero #weak hero #reader insert #fanfiction

[babymetaldoll]

Danger Days - Chapter seventeen: “Falling into pieces”

Word count: 7,8K

Summary: Joey talks with Matthew for the first time ever since breaking up. Gerard opens up with Mikey about his true feelings for Joey.

Warnings: Cursing, angst, mention of sexual assault.

A/N: Do you think Matthew is gonna be excited to be a dad?

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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Matthew kept asking his mom what time it was. He had been doing the same ever since he woke up around ten in the morning. He was anxious. His whole body hurt; he was suffering from several wounds, but still, what hurt him the most was not being able to talk to his girl.

- "Hey"- Paget whispered as she walked into the room with two cups of coffee- "Hello Marilyn, I brought you this."

- "Thank you, honey"- the two women hugged for a second, then the actress walked to her friend.

- "How do you feel?"

- "Like I was in a car crash, literally"- he answered and smiled- "I'm ok. My knee is still in place, which is amazing. I thought I was going to return to the crutches for another six months."

- "You are very lucky, your car is smashed... I can't believe you don't have a scratch."

- "I have many, many bruises, doesn't that count?"- Matthew whispered, still in pain.

- "I think it does"- his friend joked- "I got you these"- Paget opened a bag and put on the bed all the stuffed animals the young man had made- "I took all the stuff from your car, I had the feeling you might need these."

- "Thank you"- he softly smiled and looked at the handmade toys.

- "Everybody says hi"- Paget tried to take Matthew away from any sad thoughts he had- "Do you know when you will be discharged?"

- "No, the doctor said a couple more days."

- "Again, a car crash."

- "Yeah..."- Matthew smiled at his friend, and she smiled back- "Thank you for being here."

- "That's what friends do... hey, can I get you something to eat?"

- "I'm ok."

- "I'm not coming until tomorrow, so I'm gonna go get you some candy for later"- Paget turned around and left the room for a few minutes.

- "What time is it, mom?"

- "It's noon, baby"- she answered and walked to him, kissing his forehead- "Try to sleep a little more, I'll wake you up when she calls, ok?"- he nodded and closed his eyes. He really couldn't wait anymore.

Gerard looked at Joey warming up at the other side of the room, her eyes closed, her headphones on. He sighed, thinking she wasn't in love with him. She had never been. Not like he was, at least. She wasn't going to be his. Not without a fight. Could he win a battle against Matthew? He was a cheater, but Gerard was married. That made him a cheater too.

- "Hey!"- Mikey's hand smacking his arm took him from his thoughts- "Why are you staring at her?"

- "I was just... thinking about... nothing, I guess."

- "I'm starting to think maybe Frank is right"- and Gerard turned to his younger brother pretending to be insulted.

- "Don't be stupid."

- "Then stop drooling. You are not fooling anyone!"

- "Come on, kids! It's showtime!"- Jeffrey walked in clapping his hands- "Joey! You too!"- he yelled, and the girl took out her headphones.

- "What?"

- "Show, now! Come on!"

- "Sorry"- the girl smiled and sprinted over the band. Frank's arms locked around her as he stood in the hallway next to the stage and kissed her shoulder upon her Megadeth t-shirt.

- "Take care"- and the drummer rolled her eyes.

- "I'm gonna be sitting moving my arms. I don't see the danger."

- "I'm just saying"- she smiled, and she leaned to kiss his cheek.

- "You make it so hard to hate you, Jersey."

- "That's what my wife always says."

- "I love your wife so fucking much."

- "I love her too"- he chuckled- "Have you ever noticed our conversations always end up being weird?"- and she smiled.

- "That's 'cos you are so fucking weird, Frank"

Joey couldn't help but laugh in deep joy for a second. She loved her job and her bandmates. She was finally where she always wanted to get as a drummer. Her personal life was a mess, though. Was that the price to pay to be successful? Getting a shitty love life and a whole mess in your head?

- "I finally get what happened with Andy, in Devil Wears Prada... I hated that fucking movie, but shit, I feel just like her now."

The kids at that show were on fire, which helped the weary band perform better. It was getting harder and harder to keep on playing after all those months of touring. They all needed to get a few days off to sleep and do nothing. Traveling was exhausting. Joey had never thought about that until this leg of the tour.

- "Danke Germany!"- Gerard yelled, and the crowd yelled right away. Mikey turned his back to the kids and looked at Joey smiling. She looked happy when they were on stage. That's why he always kept an eye on her when they were performing.

- "Give me all your fucking money!"- Gerard shouted, announcing the next song- Well, are you ready, Ray?

- "Yeah!"

- "How about you, Frank?"- and Iero made the weirdest noises on the mic

- "How about you, Joey?"- and the girl widened her eyes smiling as Gerard stood in front of the drum, reaching out the mic to her.

- "Yeah!"- and Gerard grinned.

- "How about you, Mikey?"

- "Fucking ready!"

- "I think I'm alright! One, two, three, four!!"

It felt for a minute like she wasn't the supporting drummer but one of the band. And it felt incredible.

The hospital was busy. Nurses and doctors walked outside in the hallways. Matthew was trying to concentrate on anything, but he couldn't take his eyes off his phone. They had brought him lunch already, but he wasn't hungry- and Paget had left him an obscene amount of candy- so he left the tray untouched. He only had the jelly. And only because his mother forced him.

He was weary though, he felt hurt, physically beaten. He was taking it like a champ 'cos he didn't want to scare his mom, but in reality, he was shocked. He had never realized how short life could be. He had never had any kind of experience like this before, and this one showed him one thing: the important things in life are the simplest. The ones you take for granted.

- "What do I love the most in life? My family, watching my nephews grow up, my mom... Yami, my Yami's smile, her voice... everything about her"- Matthew's eyes were stuck in his cellphone's screen as he thought about everything that had happened in the last days- "If there is one thing I need every day for the rest of my life is having her next to me. I'm not gonna let her go, no matter what".

If he could travel in time and slap himself, he would. He would also kick himself in the nuts and never go to that party at all. But he couldn't. And he had to live with it. Somehow.

Joey yelled goodnight to her friends and ran out of the van to her room before anyone could say anything to her. On the ride back to the hotel, they had all been briefed about the next day. They were leaving at seven in the morning. They had to meet in the lobby. They had press and a radio interview in Copenhagen at one. And Joey had the chance to stay at the hotel and rest. Everybody told her to do so. And she didn't argue with that, she wanted to rest, and most of all, she didn't want to be at any interview or close to Gerard.

- "Goodnight, kids!"- she yelled and waved as she ran to the elevator. Gerard looked at her with a sorry glance, and his brother caught it right away.

- "Are you ok?"- Mikey asked and raised an eyebrow.

- "What? Yeah, I'm just tired"- the Way brothers looked at each other, both of them knowing the oldest was lying.

- "Sure... just don't let your exhaustion get in the way"- Mikey stated and walked away.

- "Wait, what the fuck?"- Gerard asked, making the, most likely, wrong decision to follow his younger brother.

- "Come on, Gerard! Stop denying it! You have a crush on her"- and Gerard groaned, exhausted from the same conversation. Mainly because he was running out of excuses to prove people wrong.

- "So do you! So does everybody! 'Cos you are all telling me the same shit over and over again when I don't!"- the brothers got into the elevator on their own and continued arguing.

- "I fucking know you! And I can't believe I didn't see it before! You are fucking drooling all the time! You look like a fucking teenager!"

- "Oh! shut up!"- Gerard frowned and crossed his arms on his chest- "I don't have a crush on her. I am a happily married man! Just because you have been obsessed with her ever since you met her doesn't mean so am I!" They stayed in silence for a couple of minutes until the door opened on their floor, and both stepped out of the elevator.

- "Have you tried to get anything with her?"- Mikey asked and followed his brother to his room.

- "I don't wanna talk about this"- Gerard simply answered.

- "Which means yes."

- "No, I haven't 'cos I don't like her! I have no feelings for her!"- stains of red  hair dye were on Gerard's neck as he scratched it, tired of the conversation, and at the same time tired of denying the truth. One part of him wanted to tell his brother, to have someone to finally open up.

- "I don't want you to hurt her, Gerard."

- "Thank you for being concerned about her the most, instead of your brother"- Gerard snorted and opened his door, followed by his brother. He took out his shoes and laid on his bed like a dead man.

- "I care about her, and if you have feelings for her, you are fucked up!"

And suddenly, it was just too much for Gerard.

- "I know"- the singer whispered, and his brother's chest tightened at those words- "Do you think I want this? It's fucking agony! She stays as far away from me as possible, and she rejected me when I told her how I feel"- Gerard chuckled at his words- "Can you believe that? It's high school all over again! She keeps pushing me away each time I try to get closer to her, ever since the beginning."

Mikey widened his eyes, listening to his brother's confession, as he stood in front of him in shock.

- "You told her you like her?"

- "Yeah"- Gerard whispered and sighed, defeated. It was useless to deny the truth anymore- "I told her I loved her from day one."

- "Did you try to... kiss her?"

- "I succeeded, actually. After months of longing and thinking about it, I kissed her...."

- "What did she do?"- Mikey was whispering, not believing a word. Had Joey kissed his brother?

- "She stopped, told me to get away from her... and when I tried again, and she kissed me back. I thought, "Shit Gerard, you nailed it, she likes you too!" but then she called me Matthew"- Gerard's voice shook, and his brother looked at him, nearly shocked. Was he going to cry? Was he that affected by the drummer?

- "When did you..."

- "After the show in Valencia."

- "You sick bastard! She was drunk!!"- the youngest Way nearly yelled and kept walking across the room, brushing his hands against his face and making a serious effort not to hit his brother- "What the fuck Gerard?! She was intoxicated, and you tried to kiss her?"

- "I didn't try. I told you I succeeded! It was so good, it felt so fucking right"- the singer made a pause and wiped off the few tears that fell from his eyes.

- "I can't believe it! You abused her when she was drunk!" - but Gerard ignored the accusation and continued talking.

- "She wasn't drunk the first time, by the way"- and Mikey frowned.

- "You kissed her more than once!"

- "Yeah, that day you left me alone with her... it was so sweet, so tender..."

- "She was fucking depressed, crying, and affected by her boyfriend!! Gerard! What the fuck is your problem!! It's the sickest shit I've ever heard you do!"

- "Don't you think I feel like the shit too? I know I fucked it up! I just couldn't help it! I love her! I can't stand the fact she is suffering for an asshole who cheated on her! I need to fix her! I needed to..."- but Mikey didn't let him finish.

- "You are married. You don't have the moral to judge Gubler for cheating!"

- "I know"

- "And you love her? You are married! Don't you love Lynz anymore?"

- "I love her so much, Mikey! That's what's killing me too! 'Cos I love both of them! I wanna be with both! I need to have them both!"

- "Dude... that shit is sick!"- Mikey was shaken.

- "I know! That's the worst part. I know what I feel is wrong! I can't love Joey. I can't mess things with her 'cos she works with us and is fantastic as our drummer. But at the same time, it's like she is a magnet I can't keep away from! Like she is my earth, and I'm her moon, orbiting around her!"

Gerard sat down and started crying.

- "I don't know what's wrong with me! From day fucking one! I looked at her, and I knew she was going to be the end of me! And I've been dealing with this all along..."

Mikey had no idea what to do. He was in shock. Sure, he knew Gerard was weird around Joey, but he never thought it would be this bad. He always thought he didn't like her. And it turned out to be the complete opposite.

- "Until this morning, I was sure she was going to leave, not only for her stupid boyfriend but because of what happened..."

- "That's why she had been giving you the cold shoulder"- Mikey whispered, thinking out loud.

- "And I deserve it, I guess. I kissed her and told her I loved her... what the fuck is my problem?"

- "I don't know, but you really fucked it up"- Mikey nodded in silence at his statement and finally sat next to Gerard. His older brother brushed his hands against his face and wiped off the tears.

- "I feel I love her, you know? Like... a fucking piece of my heart I never knew was missing just appeared, and I need to keep her close, no matter what, 'cos if I don't, I'm gonna die."

- "Well, you are gonna have to learn to let that part go, 'cos there is no way, and I mean it, no way she is ever going to be with you."

Mikey was brutally honest, in part 'cos he was mad at Gerard, but mostly because he knew it was the truth. Joey wasn't in love with him. And even if she was, she would never let him leave his wife for her.

- "I know... and yet, I can't stop trying"- Gerard made a pause- "I hated you so bad for being so close to her... you are all so fucking close to her."

- "I always thought it was weird you were so distant."

- "I didn't know how to act around her. She smiles, and I have no fucking clue what to say."

- "You are fucked."

- "Yeah"- the two of them made a long pause.

- "You are gonna have to get rid of your feelings, Gerard."

- "I know... any clue how?"

- "No..."

- "And knowing right now she is talking to him, that shit kills me"- Mikey sighed. That was killing him too. But he didn't say a word.

The computer was on the bed. Joey sat in front of it, FaceTime was open, but she still couldn't find the guts to press "call." She just stared at the screen and sighed. She wanted to know about him, she was worried about his health after the accident. But she didn't know how to deal with it. With the whole "you broke my heart" part of the conversation.

- "Ok, let's do this. And you are not talking about any feeling, just about his health. It's gonna be a short call."

And not thinking about it again, she started the video call.

- "Hello baby!"- Marilyn's face filled the screen, and Joey's body shook with fear, anxiety, and excitement.

- "Hi! How are you?"

- "Great! How was the show?"

- "It was amazing! The kids were nuts today!"- and Joey yawned- "But I am dead, sorry. I just showered and put on my pajamas."

- "That's ok..."- there was a silence, Joey knew what was gonna happen, and she decided to treat it like a band-aid

- "And how's Matthew?"- she just ripped it off, pretending it didn't hurt

- "He is right here. He has been waiting for your call all day."

- "Mom!"- he whined, embarrassed. Joey had to bite her lips not to smile as she heard his voice somewhere near the phone. She felt her body shaking at that sound.

- "I'm gonna let you two kids talk. I'll be outside, bye honey!"

- "Bye Marilyn!"

Joey waved at the screen and noticed all the movements when the phone left the woman's hand. Two seconds later, Matthew's face filled the screen, and her heart stopped. He was bruised. He looked severely hurt. And yet, he had a massive smile on her lips as soon as he saw her.

His heart started beating so fast on his chest as soon as he laid eyes on her, he was sure one of the machines around him was going to start beeping. Neither of them said a word for a moment. They just stared.

- "FaceTiming him was a mistake. A normal call would have been so much better,"- Joey thought and took a deep breath before saying- "Hey, how do you feel?"

- "Good... I'm good. It looks worse than it is, maybe 'cos I get bruised a lot... 'cos I'm so white and... I'm a peach"- Matthew started rambling.

- "What happened?"- Joey stopped his rambling 'cos she knew he could go for hours.

- "A truck missed a red light and hit my car, but I'm ok, really... not even a broken bone."

- "What about your knee?"

- "It's still in place."

- "Now that's a miracle!"- Joey chuckled and regretted it right away, she was melting, and hearing Matthew's laughter like a cascade of joy didn't help either. Her heart kept racing, and her palms were sweating.

- "Yeah! I thought I was gonna have to spend another year in those crutches."

- "It's a good thing they are still in your closet."

- "A part of me knew I was stupid enough to injure myself again"- the actor smiled and shrugged. However, that movement hurt, and he involuntarily winced in pain.

- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah, I just... forgot that hurts"- Joey nodded and looked at him. She wanted to end that call before she would burst into tears, which was about to happen any second now.

He was the father of her child. They were having a baby together, and he had no idea. All the thoughts spinning around her head were too much. It scared her to think about how everything was going to be when it came to the moment to talk about it, and she was sure that the moment wasn't that one.

- "Well, you should rest. I just wanted to know if you were ok, and..."- the girl started saying, but Matthew stopped her.

- "Wait, no... don't hang up yet"- his voice was a plea, and desperation came from each word he spoke, even his eyes looked at her with sadness and longing- "Please talk to me."

- "We are talking. You are clearly in pain. Maybe you should rest."

- "Please, don't go. I needed to talk to you for so long."

- "No, Matthew."

- "I need you to listen. I need you to forgive me."

- "No, Matthew, I'm tired; I don't wanna do this, not now, not ever. I just called to know if you were ok. I can see you are not half as bad as I imagined, which makes me happy. But I don't wanna talk about us."

- "Fine, that's ok, we don't have to talk about us, let's talk about anything else."

- "Matthew"- Joey knew just talking to him about the weather was a threat. Why? 'Cos he was charming, and she loved him. She didn't want to forgive him, and seeing his face wasn't helping in keeping that resolution.

- "Please, tell me, how was your day?"- she sighed and looked away, locking her eyes in her nails- "How was the show?"

- "It was good"

- "When do you leave for Denmark?"

- "Tomorrow at seven."

- "It should be a long drive from Hamburg"- Matthew was honestly desperate to make conversation, and the subject made it obvious.

- "Jeffrey said four hours, time I plan to spend sleeping."

- "Are you doing any more press with the band?"- at that minute, anything that came through Gubler's head that could help him keep her in line was a good subject.

- "I hope not, at least not tomorrow"- Joey kept staring at her nails, avoiding his eyes. Matthew couldn't stop staring at her, sitting on her bed, in pajama, obviously exhausted but still talking to him. That was a good sign, right?

- "You looked gorgeous at the Valencia show"- he sort of whispered and saw her cheeks turning red of embarrassment- "I told you that was a great outfit."

- "Yeah... I remember"- she sighed and looked at him, raising an eyebrow- "So, did you actually watch it? I thought you would be working at the time."

- "I stopped everything and forced them to watch you play"- Joey chuckled at those words, and Matthew felt he was a tiny baby step closer to win her back- "I wasn't going to miss it. It was my chance to see you live, and you kicked ass." The girl felt the blush in her cheeks as she looked at her fingers again, playing with them on the blanket of the bed.

- "Thanks..."- Matthew stayed quiet for a moment, just looking at her.

- "You look so beautiful tonight"- but she raised her eyes and frowned

- "Don't"

- "Sorry"- he whispered and sighed- "So... Paget came to see me today"- that was the only thing that came to his mind

- "How is she?"

- "Good, she bought me so many candies I'm gonna have a sugar rush until Halloween"- and he chuckled.

- "I'm jealous. Mikey took away all my candy today."

- "Why?"- the boy frowned.

- "He said I can't have that much sugar"- and Joey bit her tongue. She couldn't eat that much sugar being pregnant. She was pregnant with Matthew's baby.

- "What is he? The sugar police?"- and the girl slightly smiled.

- "Yeah, I guess he is."

- "How is he?"

- "He hates you."

- "I guess everybody hates me, I hate me... mom hates me."

- "I surely doubt it."

- "Believe me, she does."

- "Anyway, we are not talking about that..."

- "Are we ever going to talk about that?"- and Joey knew the answer to that - "Yes, I guess we will... we have to talk, "But not about what you are thinking, cheater."

- "Good, great, yeah, awesome, we have to talk, I need to..."- but Joey stopped him again.

- "Not now, not today. When I come back to Los Angeles, we can meet, have a coffee and talk about it." Matthew nodded. He didn't have another choice but to agree with her terms. He wanted to talk to her, and he had to go along with her flow to win her back. Not along with his desires.

- "Do you want me to pick you from the airport?"

- "No thanks, I can take a cab."

- "You are gonna bring a million bags..."

- "I can handle it, don't worry"- her voice was so serious. Matthew knew he shouldn't insist.

- "Ok... how's your mom and dad?"

- "They are ok. They miss me."

- "I miss you too, so fucking much."

- "Ok, gonna hung up now."

- "I'm sorry, I just.... needed to see you."

- "And you saw me, and I wanted to know if you are ok, and now I know you are, so... I guess we are both..."- but no word came from Joey's lips for a second. She just zoned out, looking at Matthew- "I guess I should go, I have to get up real early, and I'm tired."

- "Of course, I don't wanna keep you up."

- "I'll call you when I get to Los Angeles."

- "Yes, please, let me know you are ok."

- "Do you know when you'll be discharged?"

- "In two days."

- "Good"- she nodded and bit her lips- "Ok, so, talk to you in a few days."

- "Yes... well... would it be ok if I called you sometime?"- she didn't know what to say- "Or text you, or something... just to make sure you are alright."

- "I'm alright."

- "I still get worried about you... traveling and all"- she looked at him, there was so much sorrow in his eyes, in his words.

- "You can text me if you want"- and a sigh of relief left his lips.

- "Thanks... now go to sleep."

- "Yeah, I will."

- "I love you"- he said, knowing those words might upset her, but he wasn't able to keep them in his chest any longer- "And I swear I'm gonna do whatever it takes to show you how sorry I am for fucking things up."

- "Bye, Matthew. Take care and say hello to your mom from me"- Joey ignored his last words and watched him for a few more seconds.

- "Talk to you later"- he murmured, fighting the tears that kept coming to his eyes

- "Bye"- Joey hung up and shut down the computer. In less than a second, she started crying, her heartbreaking and beating filled with love at the same time. Seeing him, hearing him. It was all too much.

- "How can I stop fucking loving you?! How on earth can you stop loving someone?!"

And as odd as it might be, Gerard was asking himself the very same question a few rooms away from her.

::: Denmark, March 15th, 2011 :::

Ray's arm felt numb underneath Joey's neck. But he didn't want to move it and wake her up. They were at the back of the bus, probably an hour away from Copenhagen. The girl had slept most of the trip after puking breakfast. The two of them had spent the whole journey there, with Mikey, mostly sleeping. They were all exhausted.

- "Hey guys!"- until Frank walked in and woke Mikey and Joey up- "Sorry, I didn't know you were sleeping"- he stood at the door with a sorry glance- "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to do the setlist now, 'cos we have been playing the same one for the last three shows, and it would be nice to make a few changes"- Ray nodded as Joey sat down, yawning.

- "Are we there yet?"

- "Not yet, Bug"- Ray smiled and moved his arm, feeling numbness and tingling- "Do you feel ok?"

- "Yeah, I'm hungry."

- "Here"- Mikey quickly grabbed a bag and gave her a cereal bar- "I got you healthy snacks when we stopped a while ago"- and he smiled, showing her a paper bag- "We've got everything you need to keep my nephew growing healthy."

- "Thanks"- she whispered, feeling awkward still just talking about her pregnancy like a common thing. She still didn't (or couldn't) believe she was pregnant.

- "So, setlist"- Frank sat next to his friends and started writing. They were halfway there when Iero turned to Joey and smiled- "Bug, pick a song"- and she frowned.

- "Why?"

- "We've been shitty friends. We never ask you what you wanna play."

- "That's 'cos I... you know, that's not my job, you are the band, you choose your songs."

- "And I choose you, like a Pokemon"- Frank grinned- "What would you like to play?"- Joey scratched her eyes and yawned again.

- "Vampires."

- "Done!"- and Frank wrote it down- "What else?"- the girl thought about it for a second

- "House of Wolves"- Ray smiled.

- "Loving your choices."

- "Thank you"- Joey finished her cereal bar and smiled- "Thank you, Mikey."

- "You are welcome, Bug"- a hum on the girl's phone caught her attention. It was a text from Matthew.

- "Hope you are having a nice trip"- and her heart raced, her cheek blushed, and her friends frowned.

- "Are you two in better terms?"- Ray asked, knowing neither Mikey nor Frank was going to ask without insulting Matthew.

- "Let's say I'm wrapping my mind around the fact I have to tell him he will be a father. I talked to him about his health, and that was it... nothing about us."

- "But he is texting you"- Mikey pointed out the obvious.

- "Yeah... but we are not back together. And I don't want to forgive him, so I'm ok"- the all nodded- "I just know I'm gonna have to deal with the whole baby thing with him, and I don't know if I wanna be mad at him the whole time"- they all nodded again- "I don't know what I'm doing"- she whispered.

- "If you want, we can say it's my baby"- Frank said with an honest smile- "I give them my last name. Matthew won't have a reason to be close to you, and everything will be awesome"- Joey chuckled at the idea.

- "You are so funny, Iero."

- "I wasn't joking. I can convince Jamia to go through the whole thing."

- "Shut up!"- Joey punched softly Frank's arm and smiled.

- "She wants to talk to you, by the way. Jamia"- the guitarist said and kept writing down in his notebook, avoiding making eye contact with the girl, just in case she would get upset.

- "That's cool."

- "I mean about your baby, in case you need any help... if you want to ask her things... she is there"- Frank finally looked at Joey and bit his lips- "I'm sorry I told her about that"- he made a pause, and Joey shook her head.

- "It's ok. I love Jamia... and I'm sure I'm gonna text her with a million questions in the next nine months, so... thanks"- the girl smiled and messed with Frank's hair. The four of them stayed quiet. Mikey was stuck at his book, Frank looked at the setlist and Ray at their schedule for the day.

- "Where's Gerard?"- Toro asked and looked around. Joey turned to the window, Mikey's eyes stuck at her. He was dying to talk to her about what had happened with his brother. He wanted to know her side of the story.

- "He is at his bunk"- Frank simply replied- "He has been there since we got into the bus."

- "Good, stay away from her,"- Mikey thought and went back to his book. Maybe his brother was doing the right thing for once.

It was three in the morning, and Matthew woke up for the hundredth time that night. It was hard to sleep at the hospital. There were many noises all night long, and nurses that came to put an eye on him. Just two more days, and he could go home. That idea made him happy. Six more days and Joey was going to be back in Los Angeles. The hum of his phone took him from his thoughts, and a smile lodged on his lips immediately.

- "Already in Denmark"- Joey had answered his earlier message.

- "How was the trip?"- he quickly typed and waited, staring at the screen. Joey looked at her phone and held her breath. She was lying on her bed, knowing she wasn't going to get any sleep. The tv was on, the sound in the background of her room made her feel a little less alone.

- "I slept most of the way"- she simply replied and closed her eyes. She felt like a schoolgirl talking with her crush. Decided to avoid her phone, the girl surfed channels for a while. But an incoming text took her complete attention. She wanted to read it so badly, but she didn't want to want to read it. If that made any sense at all.

- "I'm jealous. I can't sleep in this hospital,"- Matthew wrote and sighed. He looked around his room and his eyes laid on the stuffed animals still on the couch by his bed. The ones he had made for her. He just hoped she would like them.

- "Hospitals sucks,"- Matthew chuckled. He could almost listen to her voice saying that as he read it.

- "Food is the worst. I've been living on Paget's candies,"- but that message, Joey didn't reply. He waited for at least ten minutes, but no answer appeared on the screen. He closed his eyes and sighed. He didn't want to push things too fast, but at the same time, he couldn't help it, he needed to talk to her for hours, like before.

Joey was curled in bed, surfing channels, her phone hidden underneath a pillow. She knew talking to Gubler was a bad idea 'cos she loved him. So instead, she hid her phone from her and glued her eyes to the screen. Bad luck for her, "The Aquatic Life with Steve Zissou" was on. It was like life wasn't helping her at all. Matthew was everywhere. Including the movie she watched.

- "I should go get something to eat,"- she typed, giving up at the temptation. Gubler opened his eyes. It took the girl over half an hour to reply.

- "With the guys?"- he wrote quickly

- "No, I'm alone today, they are doing their band shit"- she sat on the bed and put on her shoes- "Talk to you later"- and finished the conversation.

- "Take care,"- Matthew answered quickly. He smiled and closed his eyes, sighing- "Baby steps, Gubler. Baby steps."

- "What the fuck are you doing, asshole?!"- Joey slapped herself mentally- "Stop giving him hopes. You are not getting back together."

Mikey wasn't himself that day. He wasn't mentally there at any of the interviews. His brother was in love with Joey. The thought of Gerard trying to kiss her was hunting him. It was sick. And when she was drunk, when she was sad. He even felt guilty for leaving her with him. Like he was responsible for his mistake.

- "And why the fuck didn't she tell me?! This is huge?! Doesn't she trust me? Isn't this important? I thought we were brother and sister! This is something you share with your brother!"

- "Mikey?"- Frank moved his hand in front of the bassist's face and frowned- "Are you here?"

- "Sorry, I spaced out... what is it?"

- "The interview is over; we can go"- Mikey looked around. He was the only one still sitting at the radio studio.

- "Right."

- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah."

- "You are quiet."

- "I don't usually talk a lot in interviews."

- "Touché"- Iero chuckled and tapped on his friend's back- "Tired?"

- "Weary"

- "Just a few more days, hang in there"- Mikey nodded and walked with his friend. Gerard looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He didn't reply, not even with a gesture. Mikey just continued walking. He knew what he had to do. He just found it weird.

- "Hey"- he whispered, making sure his brother wasn't going to overhear his conversation and held his cellphone close- "Are you feeling good?"

- "Yeah"- Joey rolled in bed and sighed- "I already had lunch half hour ago, and it's still in my stomach, so I guess I'm awesome"- Mikey smiled.

- "Were you sleeping?"

- "No, just rolling in bed and coloring mandalas from time to time, watching tv."

- "We are going to the hotel now."

- "Great! Are you gonna nap?"

- "I wanted to hang out with you."

- "Great! Bring candies."

- "I'll bring healthy snacks for my nephew"- Joey sighed at those words. She wasn't ready to start talking about her baby.

- "A tiny little Snicker, for Christ Sakes. For your niece."

- "I'll think about it."

Joey watched The Nightmare Before Christmas, trying to wrap her head around the fact she was going to have a baby. Sure, she always thought about it, but not at twenty-six. Yes, she wanted to have a baby with Matthew, but not under those circumstances.

- "I guess I'll have to make the best of it"- she sighed, rubbing her belly sweetly- "You are gonna have Halloween every day, I swear"- Joey whispered- "I'm gonna make sure you've got everything I never had. Your dad is gonna go nuts when we tell him... I still don't know what kind of nuts, but I guess we'll have to figure it out."

She made a pause, thinking about Matthew telling her he wanted to fill their house with babies. Maybe he was going to be excited after all. Maybe.

- "Your uncle Mikey is gonna spoil you, that I am sure about"- the knock on the door took Joey from her conversation with her belly. Mikey stood at the other side, smiling and holding a fun size Snicker bag.

- "I'm going to give you one every day. That's gonna be your only candy, ok?"

- "Thank you!!"- Joey walked in, jumping in excitement, making her friend chuckle. He was slightly mad at her, but still, he couldn't be mean to her- "How was work?"

- "Boring, I think I fell asleep during most of the interviews"- the girl chuckled and sat indian style on her bed- "I can see you are watching kids movies already"- the bassist raised an eyebrow staring at the screen.

- "I happen to love this movie... I'm a Halloween kind of girl."

- "Yeah, I know"- Mikey stood in front of Joey, chewing a Snicker.

- "Aren't you going to sit down and watch this masterpiece with me?"

- "I need to talk to you about something first."

- "Shoot"- but Way didn't know how to start that conversation. He thought about it the whole morning, but he still had no clue. So instead, he mumbled some unintelligible words- "What is it?"

- "I just..."

- "Is it because I've been wearing a lot of your hoodies? I'm sorry, the ones I brought are Matthew's, and I don't feel like wearing his clothes."

- "No Bug, it's not that."

- "'Cos I'm wearing Frank's too... which is pretty weird 'cos he is my size..."

- "No, Joey. It's not about that."

- "Then why are you so serious?"

- "'Cos you never told me you kissed my brother"- and Joey's face fell.

- "Did he tell you?"

- "Clearly... what the fuck?"

- "I don't know!!"

- "Why didn't you tell me?!"

- "'Cos if I never told anyone, I could pretend it never happened! And I wish that never happened!"

- "What the fuck was that about?!"

- "I don't know, I felt like the shit, he kissed me, I didn't stop him right away..."

- "Do you like him?"

- "No!"

- "Do you love him?"- Mikey was serious about his questions- "'Cos he is sure he loves you."

- "I don't love him, Mikey. We both know there is only one shitty person I love"- Joey laid back on the bed and covered her face with her hands.

- "Do you think I'm proud? I should have never done that! and I definitely shouldn't have let him get to the point he got"- Mikey frowned.

- "What?"

- "So he didn't tell you he wanted to fuck?"- the girl simply replied- "When I was drunk... we kissed, at a certain point we made out, but I wasn't very conscious of what he was doing... I just... in my intoxication... I thought he was Matthew."

- "What the fuck?"- Way wide opened his eyes and turned to his friend in shock.

- "Yeah, it was sick..."- she whispered, embarrassed.

- "Joey, that's abuse!"

- "What? no!"- the girl gasped.

- "Joey, my brother tried to abuse you"- Mikey yelled- "You were drunk!"

- "Yeah, but..."

- "You were nearly unconscious, and he tried to make out with you?"

- "No! No! I mean, a part of me knew what I was doing. I just... didn't know who I was doing it with."

Honestly, that didn't sound like an excellent explanation of the facts. Joey was in denial of how bad things had gotten with Gerard.

- "Bug, that's not right! He knew exactly what he was doing, and he shouldn't have done that to you if you were drunk!"- Mikey's words resonated in Joey's head.

- "He didn't try to rape me. I mean, he stopped when I realized he wasn't Matthew... and honestly, I'm not trying to defend him, but I was pretty disgusted by my actions right away!"

Joey stood up and looked at her friend right in the eyes. At that moment, she decided the best she could do was take the pushy scene from the story, when Gerard didn't want to let her go. It was better to forget that moment and pretended it never really happened.

- "The first time he kissed me, I thought making out with your brother was the perfect revenge against Matthew, mostly 'cos he was always saying Gerard had a thing for me"- the girl sighed and pouted at her friend- "Who was ever going to think he was right?"- Mikey wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of your head- "I just didn't know that one kiss made him think we could do it again when I was drunk."

- "Please don't do stupid shit like this again"- she nodded

- "Your shirt stinks"- she joked, making her best to stop the serious conversation 'cos she couldn't stand arguing with Mikey, and less talking about that subject.

- "Sorry, I ran out of clean clothing 'cos I've got a friend who keeps wearing everything I own"- he chuckled, and Joey smiled, letting him go slowly to go back to the bag of candies- "I said just one a day."

- "Can I get an extra one today? Please?"

- "No, you are grounded, 'cos you did something incredibly stupid"- they stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, until Mikey smiled- "Fine, but only today"- she girl smiled and landed a kiss on Mikey's cheek.

- "Thank you. Besides, Ray is the only one who can ground me around here."

- "Right"- Joey chewed her Snicker and laid back in bed, tapping the spot next to her- "There's still one more thing."

- "Oh shit! I don't want to have more serious conversations. We've had enough of those already."

- "He claims to love you"- Mikey just said, and Joey closed her eyes, wincing.

- "I know! And I find it as stupid as false! We've barely talked this whole time! He has no idea who I am, what I like, or anything! He is just talking with his cock!"

- "And what are you gonna do about it?"

- "Stay as far from him as possible"- Mikey laid next to Joey and held her hand- "Do you think the others suspect anything?"

- "Frank, for sure. He has been arguing about it for days now."

- "Shit!"

- "But hey, hey, don't worry"- Mikey tapped on Joey's hand- "It's gonna be ok."

- "Bróðir"- the girl made a pause and never unglued her eyes from the screen- "I'm gonna have to leave."

- "No!"- his voice sounded serious and certain- "You don't have to!"

- "I'm nothing but trouble! This tour is more a soap opera than a job at this point! Breaking up with Matthew and having all of you taking care of me, now I'm pregnant, your brother claims to love me." Joey turned to Mikey and cut him a shy smile. - "Face it, if you had hired a male drummer, you would have had a quiet tour. Nothing to worry about, not all this fucking drama to deal with."

- "If we had hired anyone else, I would have had a miserable tour"- Mikey simply replied and messed with Joey's hair as the two of them returned to watch the movie- "So stop saying nonsenses."

- "I'm so sorry..."

- "Knock it off"

- "And I don't want you to be mad at your brother."

- "I'm not mad"- Joey raised an eyebrow and looked at Mikey- "Fine, I hate him right now, 'cos he has been acting like a fucking crazy jerk, and honestly, he nearly abused you, Joey!"

- "Don't hate him... let's pretend none of that weird shit ever happened, which is what I'm planning to do."

- "Fine"

- "And don't get all weird."

- "Fine"- Mikey sounded a little annoyed.

- "And don't make a fuzz if I stay away from him."

- "I'll support you, I'll even stay away from him myself."

- "Don't. He is fucked up. Maybe if he opened up with you, it's because he needs company or someone to help him overcome this... madness."

Mikey turned to Joey again and sighed. He disagreed with her, and he was planning to stay away from his brother and keep him away from Joey as well.

- "And how was your talk with Matthew?"- Joey's heart raced just by hearing his name- "The red cheeks are giving you away."

- "It was... ok, I guess."

- "And now you are texting"- she sighed and huffed.

- "I'm gonna have a baby with him, Mikey. It's hard."

- "And you love him."

- "Not the point... and that's all I'm saying about that subject."

- "Ok"- Mikey wrapped an arm around Joey's neck, and she rested her head on him- "Let's watch the movie before we have to leave for the arena."

Mikey wasn't mad at Joey. He was scared she might consider leaving the band. He loved having her there. She was honestly his anxiety shield, and he couldn't deal with that tour without her. Not at the moment. He was alone. He felt alone, and she was the one with him always. Ray had Christa, Frank had Jamia, Gerard had Lynz (and it was now obvious: he also had a stalking problem).

Mikey had Joey. At least when they were on the road. Hiding in their friendship and brotherhood was the only way he could handle loneliness. Or to avoid it.

**

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very loosely inspired by this post by @statementends!

Summary: Gerry’s ghost has been bound to Jon ever since his page was burned, but only Jon can see him. Gerry figures out how to manifest, and stops Jon from finishing the ritual. spoilers for 160, cw for implied self-harm.

Martin’s been gone for ten minutes - less than, even - when the wind suddenly picks up, and tall clouds roll across the sky, turning the world an imposing, iron grey. He squints up into the gathering darkness, scowling, trying to remember if a storm had been on the forecast this morning.

Eventually he sighs and turns around, giving the walk up as a lost cause. A night in, curled up in front of a documentary with a bottle of wine, Jon pressed against his side, sounds quite nice actually.

It’s as he’s walking back that he realizes that there’s something...off. It’s not just the suddenness of the onset of the storm, or the sharp temperature drop; the air has turned a faint, sickly green, like the atmosphere has been painted with a green overlay. And more than that, his heart begins to pound too-quick in his chest, his instincts screaming that something is terribly, irrevocably wrong.

The hair on the back of his neck stands on end, and he thinks, Jon.

He runs the rest of the way up the path, ripping his glasses off and stuffing them into his jacket when they begin to fog. He trips, almost falls over a rock, then scrapes his hands pushing himself upright, his breath rasping harshly in his chest. He almost cries out in relief when he finally reaches the front door, practically falling through it in his urgency to get inside. “Jon!”

He hurries into the room where Jon had been recording -

And freezes in the doorway.

Jon’s passed out on the couch, his neck covered in bright scratches that match the red stains that rim his fingernails. His upper half is sprawled across an unfamiliar man with poorly dyed black hair, his grey eyes wide and scared and just a little wild around the edges.

Martin’s gaze zeroes in on the black eyes that have been tattooed onto the man’s knuckles, and just like that, it clicks.

“Can you see me?” Gerard Keay asks in a voice that’s been forced calm. His tattooed fingers, wrapped around Jon’s upper arms, are shaking hard.

“Gerard,” Martin says faintly. Then corrects himself, “Gerry.”

Martin had only ever known Gerard Keay through second hand accounts, first through statements, then through Jon himself. The man had been a mysterious specter, a tentative symbol of hope, proof that not everyone involved in the supernatural inevitably succumbed to it.

And then, two days into their stay at the safehouse, Jon had quietly admitted that after he had burned Gerry’s page the man’s ghost had never left, and had been with him this entire time like a real life version of Caspar the Friendly Ghost. Gerry and Martin had had some stilted conversations through Jon, but it was hard to get to know someone that you couldn’t actually see or communicate with directly.

(At the very least, they could commiserate over the fact that Jon was incapable of staying out of trouble.)

But now Gerry is here, inexplicably visible, and Jon is like this, and -

“Help me,” Gerry breathes, just shy of begging, and Martin finally starts into motion.

Much as he’d like to interrogate Gerry about the how and why of his sudden corporeality, they’ve got bigger things to worry about right now. He and Gerry carry Jon to the bedroom - and he’s far, far too light, his face screwed up with fear and pain in a way that makes Martin’s heart clench.

Once Jon is situated in the bed, Martin hurries into the bathroom to wet some toilet paper so he can clean the blood from under Jon’s fingernails. He returns to find Gerry sitting on the empty side of the bed, watching Jon with cool, unreadable grey eyes.

Martin hesitates for a moment, struck by how little he knows this man, for all that they’ve technically been living in the same space for the past few weeks. He slowly walks to the other side of the bed, almost pausing again when Gerry’s eyes flicker to him and then toward the floor.

Martin sits down, takes one of Jon’s hands in his, and gently begins to clean the blood away. Finally asks, “What happened?”

“It was a statement,” Gerry responds, quiet and even. “Jonah...Jonah was trying to use him to end the world. All the, the marks - the burn on his hand, the cut on his neck - well, he has 14 of them. Apparently you can only complete a ritual if you bring all 14 entities into the world at once.” He pauses and lets out a quiet, morbid laugh. “Jon was right. ‘Colors, but if colors were trying to kill me’.”

“It’s not funny,” Martin snaps, then bites down on his anger. Fear is still buzzing in the back of his mind, snapping at his control. It’s not Gerry’s fault.

“You’re right.” A pause. “Sorry.”

“S’fine.”

He finishes cleaning Jon’s left hand, then moves on to the right, methodical and grim. Gerry’s watching him again, his gaze like a brand on the side of his face.

He sets Jon’s hand down, arranges them neatly at his sides. Examines the scratches on Jon’s neck, before deciding that he should probably wait until he wakes up first. “And you?”

Gerry shrugs a shoulder. “I just - I wanted to help him. He couldn’t stop reading the statement and - “ He shrugs again, and for the first time his face twists with an emotion that isn’t blank neutrality.

“Oh,” Martin whispers, relieved that Gerry had been there in his stead, burning at the thought that he hadn’t been there when Jon needed him. He forces himself to take a deep breath and say, “Thank you. For helping him.”

Gerry snorts quietly. “I couldn’t have just done nothing.”

Jon lets out a low, pained groan, and Martin and Gerry immediately turn to him, momentarily distracted from their somewhat tense conversation.

“Jon?” Martin asks, leaning over.

“The statement - “ Jon rasps, rolling over with a quiet, gasping whimper. “Did you - burn the statement - “

“I’ll do it,” Gerry responds immediately, already getting to his feet and heading out of the bedroom. He seems visibly steadier now that he has a purpose.

Martin watches him go, and decides to work through that messy knot of gratitude, suspicion, and curiosity at a later, more appropriate date. Instead he carefully draws a trembling Jon into his arms, whispering words of comfort into his tangled hair. 

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[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

wishing you were somehow here again

oops - angst with a happy ending (of course) 

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Everywhere he looked, it seemed, Jaskier was there. In the blue of the flowers that sprung up on the sides of the road and in grassy, patchy meadows. In the way Ciri laughed every time she heard a particularly naughty ballad in a tavern. In the flashes of bright color at the corner of Geralt’s vision whenever they passed through a more densely populated village; it was almost always a clothing stall or another troubadour that certainly wasn’t as talented as his - as the bard he’d been traveling with before. 

Geralt mourned his loss in silence, unwilling to voice any pain or suffering when his newly acquired daughter’s happiness was so fragile. Ciri was stronger than she looked but she was still only a child. A child who had seen so much tragedy in such a short amount of time. She needed him to be strong. She needed him to be caring in that gruff, awkward way of his. She needed a father and Geralt...

There was no time for Geralt, a Witcher of impeccable stolidity, to cry or scream or grieve the loss of the only person who’d ever stuck with him by choice. The only person who had looked him dead in his mutated, terrifying eyes and said: “You are worth loving no matter what.”

And Geralt had thrown that love away as if it meant nothing.

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“Have you heard,” one bar patron asked another, “About the tragic death of that young Viscount to the east?”

“Yeah,” the other man slurred back. “Fell off a cliff, didn’t he?”

“I heard he was mauled by a wyvern,” a third drunkard piped helpfully.

Geralt pulled his cloak low over his brow and closed his eyes. Could be anyone, he thought. It really could be anyone. Doesn’t have to be-

“Used to travel with that Witcher, didn’t he? What was his name, the White Wolf? Gerard or something?”

Oh gods, no. Please. Please don’t say-

“Yeah. He played at being a bard. Went by the stage name Jaskier.”

“Aye, that’s the one.”

Geralt couldn’t stand to listen to another word. He rose from the table and stormed into the darkened street, eyes flicking back and forth to determine which path back to his room would be best. Behind him, an unfamiliar set of hands strummed an overly familiar tune on the lute. He paused to listen, the voice in his memory carrying over the squeaky, unbroken voice from the bar, telling the story of unrequited love in two directions. 

He’d always hated Her Sweet Kiss. More than Toss a Coin and far more than anything else the bard had managed to write about him. Even A Witcher’s Eyes, which waxed overly poetic about all the different shades of yellow, orange, and amber that Geralt’s eyes took on when he hunted or slept or…

Oh gods, Jaskier. How could I have looked at you with anything other than affection after all the time you spent proving that your heart belonged to me alone. Fuck. I’m a fool to have hurt you like that and now...now you’re gone and I can never say I’m sorry.

And the Witcher, a man who was said to have no feelings at all, felt his heart break all over again. 

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“Ah, Geralt!” Jaskier grinned, flinging his arms around the Witcher’s waist with a confidence he’d never before possessed. His irises, bluer than any cornflower despite what the poets said, flickered with relief and love and mild concern. “I’ve missed you terribly. How did the hunt go? Are you hurt?”

“No,” the Witcher answered truthfully. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even remember going on a hunt. “I’m fine.”

“Melitele be thanked, then. Now let’s get you a bath and something to eat.”

“A kiss, first?”

“Anything for my Witcher,” the bard crooned. His arms moved from Geralt’s waist to wind around his neck, holding him close. He pressed his soft, petal-pink lips against the Witcher’s and tightened the circle of his arms. 

Jaskier was squeezing him closer. Too close. Too strong.

Clinging. Choking. 

Like a rope.

Like a vine!

Geralt burst back into consciousness and flung the poisonous, hallucinogenic plant away from his body with a grimace. He cast Igni and watched the rest of the greenery go up in squealing, shrieking flames. The patch of enchanted shrubbery he’d been hired to dispatch had given him such a nearly-wonderful dream. Such a close glimpse at what he might have had if he hadn’t been such a godsdamned idiot all that time ago.

But he had been. 

And now Jaskier was dead.

And it would be best to stop dreaming about him.

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“Would you care for a flower, Master Witcher?” an oddly soothing voice asked, proffering the blooming rosebud before Geralt could reject it. “Red for passion, pink for adoration, or yellow for friendship?”

“I have no one left to give a rose,” he chuckled darkly, without looking up. “But thank you for the offer.”

“No one left? How tragic,” the flower seller sighed. “But such is the life of a Witcher, is it not?”

“Aye,” Geralt nodded from beneath his hood. “And the good things that sometimes happen to us always fade too fast.”

“If you had someone to give a rose,” the merchant continued, “What color would you choose?”

“Pink. For adoration, as you said.”

“For that mysterious sorceress the people often associate you with, Master Wolf?”

Geralt let a sad smile slide across his face in the darkness of his cloak’s deep hood and shook his head. A memory flashed before his eyes: “Not the Butcher of Blaviken then. Hmm. The White Wolf, perhaps?”

He shook his head again to clear it and spoke without thinking, spurred on by the feelings stirring back to life in his chest, “For a bard. A bard that sang so beautifully even the birds would stop to listen.”

“Oh Geralt!” a pair of arms encircled the Witcher’s waist and a determined hand yanked the hood back and away. Light flooded Geralt’s vision and by the time he adjusted his pupils, the stranger was so much more familiar than before. “You big oaf! I knew you’d miss me eventually! And what a lovely compliment; far better than your earlier quip about my fillingless pie.”

“J-Jaskier!?” 

The Witcher’s golden eyes were brimming with unsheddable tears. Jaskier was here. Standing before him. 

Jaskier was alive!

The bard was crying as well, those big blue eyes overflowing with joy. The Witcher’s arms moved of their own accord, twining around his companion’s shoulders and pulling him close until they were chest-to-chest. 

“You smell like Roach,” Jaskier giggled, face already buried against the familiar black material of the Witcher’s shirt. “And I don’t go by that name anymore, darling. Didn’t you know that?”

“Wh-why not? I had heard you were dead.”

“I was very clever in faking my own death, don’t you think? Nobody’s tracking me down for any pertinent Princess-hunting information. As far as Nilfgaard cares to know, Jaskier the bard and Julian the Viscount de Lettenhove are both long dead. Dandelion the troubadour? Well, he is alive and kicking, as you can see.”

“Dandelion?”

“You seem dazed. Confused. Lost, perhaps?”

Geralt couldn't do much more than repeat himself, “I thought you were dead.”

“Oh...oh,” Jaskier’s gaze softened and he released his grip on Geralt’s waist. Geralt did not release his hold on the bard’s shoulders, however. He just clung more tightly, held on more fiercely, afraid to let go even for a moment in case this was another dream or apparition. A set of lute-calloused fingers slowly, gently caressed the side of his face and he leaned into the touch with a broken little sound. Jaskier was glowing, it seemed: “You really did miss me.”

“I love you,” Geralt finally admitted. After years of friendship and another year of loneliness and heartache and loss, the Witcher let his defenses fall away. “Of course I missed you. I missed you and mourned you and wished for you to come back from the dead every waking moment for the last four months.”

“I thought you wouldn’t mind my disappearing,” Jaskier bit his lip thoughtfully. “After what you said...back then. But you really loved me back all this time?”

“How could I not love the only person in this world who chose a Witcher over everything else? How could I not love the only person who ever saw me as a man before a monster?”

“Oh, dear heart,” Jaskier breathed, closing the distance between them until only a hair’s breadth separated their lips. “You’ve never been a monster.”

Their first kiss was soft and sweet and everything the bard knew his darling Geralt hid so firmly from the outside world. He had managed to crack the Witcher’s stone heart open and build a place for himself inside, a place that Geralt welcomed him back to as soon as their lips met. 

You see, that’s the thing about flowers: they’ll grow through even the toughest, most impenetrable surface in an effort to reach the light. And the light that shone out of Geralt was worth more to a Buttercup or a Dandelion than a thousand suns.

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My Cellmate’s A Killer

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Drama, Romance

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 22. Prompt: “Prison”.

Gerard is a convict, currently serving time for murder. When he receives a serious injury, the prison warden brings him to the hospital, where you work. As you nurse him back to health, you form an unexpected bond with him. But, can you really trust a killer? 

Trigger warnings for mentions of past violence, and sexual assault. 

The doctors told you that the patient was a criminal. He “lived” at the maximum security prison on the edge of town. Apparently, he’d gotten injured in his cell, and the guards had no choice but to bring him here, to the hospital, to receive surgery. 

You didn’t care. You were a nurse - that meant you would treat any person that needed medical help. You nervously approached the police officer, who was guarding the front door of the hospital room. 

“It’s time for Mister, uhh….,” you glanced down, checking your chart. “Mister Way’s next dose of medicine.” 

“Alright,” the guard nodded, allowing you past. “Be careful in there, miss. He’s a dangerous man.” 

You peered through the window, before entering the room. The dark haired man lay calmly on his cot. His hands were handcuffed behind his head. 

“Was it really necessary to restrain him like that?” you frowned. 

“We can’t allow him an opportunity to escape,” the guard reasoned. 

“He just got thirty stitches in his leg,” you pointed out. “I don’t think he could walk out of here, even if he wanted to.” 

“Just go give him his pills,” the guard huffed. “And stop asking me questions.” 

“Yeah, alright,” you sighed, and entered the room. 

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“Hi, Mr. Way,” you smiled, trying to treat him like any other patient. “It’s time for another dose of hydromorphone, okay?” 

“Call me Gerard,” the man said softly. “What’s your name, Nurse?” 

“I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself. You began puncturing the blister pack that contained his painkillers. 

“Is it a pill you’re giving me?” Gerard asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yes, sir,” you nodded. “A standard eight milligram dose.” 

“I don’t exactly have a free hand to take it from you,” Gerard chuckled, glancing at the cuffs, that held his hands fast. “What are you gonna do? Feed it to me?” 

You blushed at this suggestion, taking a closer look at him. His long, dark hair framed a pale and handsome face. He looked more like a magazine model, than a convicted felon. The idea of bringing your fingers to his lips sounded….both appealing, and wrong, all at once. 

But, if his hands are incapacitated, you considered, stepping closer to his bedside, what other choice do I have?

“Come here,” Gerard chuckled, “I promise, I won’t bite you.”

“The cop at the door says you’re dangerous,” you hesitated. 

“Well, yeah,” Gerard said dryly, “I was convicted of second-degree murder.”

“M-murder?!” you gasped, jumping back. He confessed to it so casually, as if it was nothing. 

“It’s true,” Gerard said, sounding frighteningly unrepentant. “I killed a man. But, I had my reasons.”

“What reason could possibly justify taking a human life?!” you cried, horrified.

Is he some kind of sociopath?, you wondered, shuddering. Should I be scared, being alone in a room with him like this?

“....Do you really want to know?” Gerard asked, gazing up at you, with his cold, hazel eyes. 

The truth was, you’d always had a weird fascination with true crime documentaries. It intrigued you, hearing the motives, that would drive seemingly ordinary people to kill. 

“...Yes,” you decided, setting down the pills, and taking a seat, beside the bed. “Tell me.” 

“I have this little brother,” Gerard explained. “His name is Mikey. He was in his junior year of high school. Some classmate of his, decided that he looked gay.  Whatever that means. And then he decided, that he needed to beat him up, just for, I don’t know, existing too gay-ly.” 

“That’s terrible,” you frowned. You never understood, why kids bullied each other, for such stupid and prejudiced reasons. 

“They beat Mikey so bad, that they put him in the hospital,” Gerard recalled with a pained expression. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said sympathetically. You wondered if little Mikey was okay. 

“It’s okay,” Gerard shrugged. “I paid the bastard back, by putting him in a grave.” 

You gasped, at this chilling admission. 

“You don’t understand, Nurse,” Gerard said insistently. “The son of a bitch hit my brother in the face so hard, that he went blind in his right eye, for the rest of his life!” 

“That poor kid,” you frowned. 

“Well, he’s not a kid anymore,” Gerard clarified. “I got revenge against the worm who hurt my brother, in 1997. I was sentenced to fifteen years in prison….and I’ve already served seven years of that.” 

“So, you have eight more years to go?” you calculated. 

“Yeah,” Gerard said sadly. “Mikey will be thirty-two, by the time I get out.”

“What does he think about your decision to avenge him?” you asked curiously. You imagined how much you would miss your own siblings, if you were separated from them, for over a decade. 

“He visited me in lockup,” Gerard replied. “He said it brings him peace, knowing the bastard can never hurt him again. So, say what you want. But I ain’t sorry, for putting a bullet between his eyes.” 

“This hospital is the first place you’ve been, other than that prison, in such a long time,” you realized. 

“Yeah,” Gerard nodded. “I ain’t sorry for what I did to get sent here, either.” 

“What did you do?” you asked, eyes wide. 

“I got a new cellmate,” Gerard explained. “His name’s Bert. He just started a five-year sentence, last week.” 

“What did he get convicted of?” you asked curiously. 

“Drug trafficking,” Gerard replied. “One of the harder ones. Prison life is gonna force him to get sober, though. By the looks, withdrawal has been a real bitch for him so far.”

You recalled the symptoms of drug withdrawal, from your medical textbook. Shaking. Vomiting. Rapid heartbeat. Seizures. It was nothing you would wish on anyone - even a dealer, who had sold the poison to others.

“I’m sorry he’s going through that,” you said empathetically. 

“Well, he almost went through something way worse,” Gerard grimaced. 

“What could be worse than that?” you wondered anxiously. 

“We were in the showers,” Gerard recalled, paling. “Some big guy, from Cell Block A, tried uh….he tried to…..touch Bert. In a way he didn’t want to be touched.”

“Oh,” you gasped. You heard about these things happening in men’s prisons - but it was still a sickening thought. 

“I clocked the sick fuck,” Gerard snarled. “Knocked him the fuck out.” 

“....Good,” you said, without thinking. Maybe you shouldn’t encourage a confessed killer, to commit more acts of violence. But, if he hadn’t done what he did, his friend would have been sexually assaulted. Preventing such a thing, was a noble motive. 

“Problem was, the guy was in a prison gang,” Gerard sighed, continuing his story. “After I bloodied him up, all over the bathroom floor, his buddies came after me. One of them had a shiv. Shanked me right in my fucking leg.”

“.....That’s why you needed all those stitches?” you realized. 

“Yeah,” Gerard replied, sinking back into his pillows. “That’s how I wound up here.” 

“Let me give you your pain medicine,” you said, standing up. His stab wound must hurt him terribly. 

“You’re not scared of me?” Gerard asked softly. “After everything I just told you I did?” 

“You’re a violent man,” you considered. “But, I don’t think you’re an evil man, Gerard.” 

“....Really?” Gerard’s eyes widened.

“Truly,” you nodded. “You attacked two men, yes. But, they were bad men. Men who hurt innocent people.” 

“I’d never hurt a nice lady like you,” Gerard whispered. 

You took the pain pill, and put it between your fingers. “Open up,” you instructed. 

Gerard, to your surprise, blushed. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked. 

“I haven’t had  a woman this close to me in seven, long years, Nurse,” Gerard said shyly. “Let alone such a beautiful one.” 

It was your turn to blush. He thought you were beautiful? 

“C-come on, now,” you stammered. “Say ah.”

Gerard opened his mouth wide. You glanced down at his pale pink lips, as you leaned over him. Your hair brushed his cheek, making his whole face go red. 

You gently placed the pill on his tongue. His lips closed around your fingertips for a moment, almost sucking them. You drew back from his touch, startled. 

“What’s the matter, Nurse?” he asked, a sly look on his face, as he swallowed the tablet. 

“I -I told you,” you mumbled, looking away, “my name’s Y/N.”

“Can you do me one more favor, Y/N?” Gerard asked quietly. 

“What is it?” you asked, heart pounding. 

“....Ya think you could scratch my nose for me?” 

You burst into laughter, at his odd request. It wasn’t what you were expecting. 

“I’m serious! It really itches!” 

Overcoming your giggles, you glanced again, at the handcuffs on his wrists. The guard had, perhaps unwisely, left a key on the bedside table. 

“....I really don’t think you need to be tied up like this,” you confessed. 

“They don’t want me on the loose,” Gerard shrugged. “Told ya, I’m a killer.” 

“If I were to unlock the cuffs for you,” you asked, your voice a whisper, “do you promise to stay in your bed?” 

“I won’t try to escape, Y/N,” Gerard said seriously, staring up into your eyes. “I promise you. If I went on the run now, I’d never see my brother again. It’s not worth it to me.” 

“...Then, I’ll do it,” you decided, grabbing the key. You prayed that you were not going to regret this. 

The key turned in the lock, and the cuffs unclicked, releasing Gerard’s hands. He didn’t lunge at you, or jump up. He simply scratched his nose - exactly as he said he would. 

You breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I know you got other patients to look after, Nurse Y/N,” Gerard said, looking suddenly sleepy, as the medication started to kick in. “So...have a good night, alright?”

“Good night, Mr. Way,” you smiled, and walked out of the room. 

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The next day, you came to provide another dose of hydromorphone. The guard glared at you, as you approached the door. 

“What the hell were you thinking last night?” he asked. “You gave the prisoner an opportunity to escape!” 

“.....Did he escape?” you asked, your heart suddenly aching. Had he manipulated you, into feeling sorry for him, so he could go on the lamb?

“....No,” the guard shook his head. “I guess we got lucky. The prisoner is still sittin’ in there, like a good boy. Exactly where you left him.” 

You breathed a sigh of relief. Gerard had kept his promise. 

“...May I give him his medicine, Officer?” you asked, staring the guard down.

“Yeah, lady,” the cop said, with a defeated look. “You go on ahead.” 

You entered the room, shutting the door behind you. “Hi, Mr. Way,” you greeted. 

“I told you, Y/N,” your new favorite patient smiled, “the name’s Gerard.”

“Hi, Gerard,” you corrected yourself. “How are you feeling today?” 

“Not so good,” Gerard confessed. “As you can see, Officer Jackass put the cuffs back on me this morning.” 

It was true - he was, once again, shackled to the bed. 

“I guess I’ll have to feed it to you again,” you mumbled, cheeks aflame. 

“You kinda looked like you were enjoying it, the last time,” Gerard smirked. 

“N-no!” you denied, blushing harder. 

“Oh, really?” Gerard teased. “Well…..I know I sure did.” 

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” you stammered. You were a medical professional. He was a patient in your care - and a convicted murderer, to boot! You shouldn’t let him flirt with you like this. 

But, although you hated to admit…..he was right. Something about your fingers in his mouth, had been strangely attractive to you. 

“What can I say, Nurse Y/N?” Gerard shrugged. “I got nothing to lose. As soon as I’m healed up, they’re gonna take me back to the penitentiary. I won’t see, or touch, a woman again, for the rest of this decade.” 

“That must be...lonely,” you breathed. 

“I knew the price I was gonna pay, when I got Mikey his justice,” Gerard sighed. “It’s far too late, to start having regrets now. But…..if I could have just one wish….”

“What would you wish for?” you asked, your heart hammering. 

“Just one kiss,” Gerard begged. “Before they lock me back up, and throw away the key.” 

“....I’ll grant your wish,” you decided, in a whisper. You felt so hot, all of a sudden. 

“Wh-What?” Gerard stammered. 

“Sssh,” you shushed him. “Hold still, and say ah for me again.” 

You leaned down, beside his bed, and kissed him softly, on the mouth. Despite the sterile scent of disinfectant in the room, the taste of the moment, was incredibly sweet. 

He struggled against his chains, trying desperately to bring his body, closer to yours. You sat on the bed, closing the gap. 

Now practically in his lap, you kissed him harder. 

“Ahhh!” he cried. 

“....Did I hurt you?” you gasped, pulling away. “Did I sit on the leg that was injured?”

“....No,” Gerard panted. “That…..wasn’t a noise of pain.”

“....Oh,” you flushed. 

“I’d be greedy to ask for a second wish,” Gerard said seductively. “But, if I could have one….oh, pretty, please, Nurse, would you do that again?” 

You nodded, pushing him back, into the bed. “You can wish for it, as many times as you like.”

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