#Gerard is a good egg

[adaines-furious-feast]

One thing I love about Gerard is that he does seem to be genuinely in love with Elody. He knows Elody is probably in a very dangerous place and while it's established he's a very cowardly character, he still wants to find her and help her. Maybe by sending someone else, but help her all the same. And yeah, it might be because he's still holding onto the idea that she's his "true love" but Gerard obviously doubts if Elody still thinks that. He tells himself Elody still loves him because he needs to convince himself. And it would be easy for him to say "I'm turning back into a frog because Elody wasn't The One" and decide to look for another true love. But he doesn't, because he still loves Elody.

[thankeywa]

Jake got so emo, he fell apart.

[ribcageteeth]

Hey guys, maybe don’t make force-fem jokes about real people, especially not where they can see them. I don’t care if you think that guy would be hotter as a girl, he doesn’t need to know that.

[punkeropercyjackson]

My Chemical Romance fan Percy headcanons because i finally got around to writing them down

He's a millenial and canonically punk so obviously he was an Mcr kid and is now an Mcr adult

He actually got into it BEFORE The Black Parade dropped so he finds the jokes about listening to Mcr using exclusively Welcome To The Black Parade to be hella annoying

His favorite album is a tie between Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge and Danger Days,the former of which he refuses to let go of as his fave out of nostalgia

And his favorite songs are Drowning Lessons,Helena,Thank you for the Venom,Give 'em hell kid,Mama,Not that kind of Girl,Summertime,Bulletproof Heart,Party Poison and The Kids from Yesterday

Gerard is his idol because of Gerard being openly genderqueer/nonbinary with he/him pronouns in the early mid-2000s and Percy turning out to be transfem bigender and using he/she/they/neos.How goofy and edgy and cunty he is only helped her stan him even more(also for clarification,i say 'openly' as in presentation,not out of the closet!)

Both buys official merch and diy's personalized editions

Used to watch Mcr song Amv's religiously

Sally is Killjoy-adjacent out of knowing so many songs because Percy listened/listens to them so much and the fun facts she also knows because Percy of dropping them

She got Nico into it contrary to popular assumption that it was the reverse and Nico actually got her into Animal Crossing.It happened inbetween the year from Botl and Tlo as they spent it reconnecting and Helena is 'their' song in the most platonic sense possible /srs-it symbolizes Nico realizing he deserves better than Hades' abuse and deciding to stay with Percy as his new sister and Sally as his soon to be official adoptive mom

They passed their love for it onto Hazel and she has it as a special interest and is even more enthutiastic about it than Percy is.In Son,she once lulled her to sleep with 'Thank you for the Venom' and Hazel sleepmuttered about how she saw her as a sister too and it startled Percy because her egg hadn't cracked yet

Selfshipper moment incoming again like my autistic hcs post again,SORRY,Percy and Lex went on a quest for Hecate in their senior year of Goode High and she repayed them with Mcr concert tickets so they went to it as a date and had the time of their lives and went to Dairy Queen afterwards for post-concert refills(read:food).Lex 'owns' a Demolition Lovers t-shirt that's actually Percy's but they steal it all the time in the classic girlfriend move

Makes Mcr themed food like Killjoy symbol blue marshmallow cupcakes and a strawberry/blackberry juice and vanilla extract combo drink she dubbed 'Three Cheers For Sweet Juice'

Huuuge fan of The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys comics and relates to Mike Milligram on a spiritual level and has him as his icon on a blue background in his group chat app

[eddiemunsonw]

Library visits

PART 1 - PART 2

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Summary: The second part, including more library visits and maybe... a date?

CW/Disclaimer: Domestic violence (none physical - Gator not involved)

Author's note: Took me a while to finish but it's done!

Words: 5292

Gator nearly fell out of bed at the sound of the shouting in the hallway. It was as if they were standing right in front of his apartment, which they probably were. When the haze of sleep cleared from his mind, he recognized their voices. One of them was Rosita, his neighbor right across, the other her ex, Marco. Mark? Whatever. The shouting was loud enough for him to hear exactly what was being said.

“I can’t take them today! I have a job interview in two hours, Marco!”

“I CAN’T EITHER!”

His voice made the thin walls of the building vibrate a bit. Gator’s feet seemed to be moving on their own accord and even his hand pulled his door open despite his mind's protests.

“Good morning,” he said dryly, sarcasm dripping from his groggy morning voice. “What’s goin’ on?”

Rosita eyes him guiltily, knowing he probably only slept for a few hours after his night shift. He followed her gaze down and felt his chest knit together painfully. The twins were there too.

“Who the fuck are you?” Was Marco’s response. Gator grimaced, refrained from holding his hand out as he didn’t trust the man. Despite the fact that he came over to hand over the twins, Gator had never seen him. Only heard him.

“I’m a resident of this building,” he said, knocking on the wall right next to him. “Right here’s mine.”

“Don’t treat me like an idiot.”

“Don’t you give yourself that title then.”

“Listen, you—”

“No, you listen. You—” 

Gator was ready to tell him just what he thought of him, but then he remembered the girls, who were already holding their mom tightly. It was obvious where they wanted to be. It was just… complicated.

“I can watch them for a bit,” Gator offered instead, giving Rosita a reassuring smile.

“The hell you are. She is their mother, she should—”

“It’s me or a random babysitter. She has a job interview. Which is just as important to be able to provide for them. You can just go about your day, problem solved, yes?”

“Hey, what’s that ruckus so early in the morning?” Another voice came from down the hall.

“Ooh. I’d go if I were you. He’s a cop.”

“That old man?”

“Very passionate about his job.” Gator shrugged as he waved towards the old man who was anything but a cop. He had a frown like one. Gator knew that Marco had been in contact with the police several times, so it seemed like a valid little threat. Marco grunted, mumbled something intelligible and walked past the man.

“Sorry Gerard,” Gator said apologetically once Marco had rounded the corner. “It will be quiet now.”

Once he was gone as well, Rosita finally let go of a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Are you sure…?” she asked carefully, brushing her hands over the heads of the kids.

Gator nodded.

“Yeah, it’s alright. Just come pick them up when you’re done? I’d love to get a bit more sleep before my next shift.”

“Of course, yes. Oh thank you so much, Gator. You’re a lifesaver truly,” Rosita said softly. He gave her a smile and beckoned the girls over.

“You girls want some scrambled eggs?”

“With smiley bacon?!” one of them asked.

“Yeah, sure. With smiley bacon.”

It was all they needed to excitedly run past him into his apartment while Rosita went back into her own apartment to get ready for her interview after mouthing a very grateful ‘thank you’ to Gator.

“Gator?”

“Huh?” He looked down at the girls who were peering up at him curiously.

“Why does your hair look like that?”

“Like what?”

Sora, the most talkative of the two, tried her best to create spikes with her hands and made little noises as she gestured how they stuck upright.

“It’s like a hedgehog.”

“Well, hedgehogs are very cute,” Gator shrugged, “so I don’t mind.”

“You’re not cute,” Lana protested, shaking her head for emphasis.

“Lana is right.”

Gator laughed softly and nudged them towards the kitchen.

“Thanks, girls. At least I can make eggs, huh? Got that going for me.”

The twins were already distracted once they spotted the new Princess Ella book and Gator’s spikey hair was long forgotten.

—

Your POV

He had come in so silently that you hadn’t even heard him come in ánd walk past you. It was his cologne giving him away, one you started to recognize already. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that you were thinking of him as he had entered.

“Thin books indeed,” you joked as you approached him from behind. When he turned around he flashed you a sweet smile, eyes narrowed pleasantly.

“Was babysitting the twins at my place unexpectedly so of course they spotted the book and I had no choice,” he said it like it was a bad thing, but he was smiling nonetheless.

“So time for the last book then, huh?”

Something else lingered in those words. The admission of being bummed about the fact that Gator would have no reason to return, or not as often anyway. Unless he found other books for the girls to read. Maybe for himself?

“Yeah. But I think I should maybe pick up reading myself, or…”

He paused, his hands rested on the counter as one of them slowly inched closer to yours, not yet touching but the intent clear.

“I could just ask you out.”

You nearly beamed at him and it made you feel like a schoolgirl. What the hell, right? It felt nice to feel wanted. More so by a guy that interested you.

“You could,” you responded playfully. Gator smirked and a shy laugh followed.

“Would you say yes?” he asked.

“I guess you’ll find out if you ask.”

“Wanna go out with me this Saturday, Y/N?”

Despite the answer being quite obvious, he still looked rather nervous as he awaited your answer. His index finger gently nudged your hand and he bit down on his lip.

“I’d love to.”

Gator grinned.

—

Saturday came around and you had clearly spent some extra time in the mirror to look extra nice. You had pulled out your favorite outfit, one that didn’t scream date but was casual chic enough to tease the idea. Gator would pick you up in the evening and take you out for dinner and a surprise, which you expected to just be a movie, in all fairness.

He had texted you a few times about random things and seemed interested in hearing about your day. More so, it just seemed like he wanted to grab any excuse to talk to you and you loved it.

His enthusiasm was definitely there, which is why you were surprised when he was late. Just by ten minutes, but still, it gave you an uncomfortable feeling nonetheless. Especially when those ten minutes turned into twenty, thirty, an hour.

By now you had texted him with no response, and you wondered if he ghosted you. Which would be awkward considering he still had a book.

When you finally received a text, it was to apologize for canceling.

I’m so sorry, something came up with the twins. Their mom’s unable to watch them so I offered. Sorry.

You couldn’t help but feel a little… pushed aside. It sounded like a valid reason but the fact that he dropped everything, you, to help out this woman… The way he adored the kids also made you wonder if maybe, he pictured himself filling their absent father’s role. At least, that’s what you assumed considering he never mentioned a man being in the picture.

As you sagged down on the couch you tried to think of a response. Something in you wanted to sound disappointed, another part of you understood, the third didn’t want to respond at all.

Oh, okay. No worries.

And that was that. For a moment you debated going out by yourself so as to not let your efforts go to waste, but it felt like too much of an effort to get up from the couch.

A little over an hour passed when you received another text.

They’re asleep. I obviously can’t leave, but… would you want to come over?

Come over where?

My place.

Before you had a chance to respond, he called you, sounding a little distressed.

“H-Hey, I don't mean to, uh, not for weird reasons. Not my place by the way— it’s her place, actually. If that’s also okay. It’s ‘cause the kids, I don’t have a place to sleep for them, so... Anyway— I just really want to see you and I hoped that, maybe, uh, you’d be okay with kind of a lame first… date?”

“I…”

To be honest, you were a little overwhelmed. First he canceled and now he wanted you to come over while he was babysitting some kids? Kids he canceled your date for? In the house of another woman? Many for and against thoughts crossed your mind and before you could actually respond, he rambled on.

“She’s— it’s just a difficult situation. And—”

You stopped him quickly.

“Text me the address. Did you eat yet?”

If you weren’t mistaken, he let out a sigh of relief at that.

“O-okay. Uhm, no… have you? I could uh, order pizza? What do you like?”

“One with lots of veggies and cheese, no real preference otherwise, just see what matches with yours?”

“I willl. Yup. You’re— you’re really coming over?” He asked in disbelief. You smiled softly and nodded before you replied. Something warm welled up in your stomach, knowing he really did want to see you despite everything.

“Yeah. I’ll be there as soon as I can, once you send me the address of course.”

“Right! Gonna text as soon as we hang up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay…”

You listened to the other end of the line, his gentle breathing just audible. Another smile and a chuckle passed your lips.

“Should I hang up?”

“Sorry. Hanging up! Bye!”

He waited until you said bye as well before he actually hung up. It seemed like Gator didn’t call people all that often from the sound of it. That, or he was nervous to be calling you. Or both.

He really did text the address as soon as he hung up and you were already making your way down the hall towards the elevator of your apartment building while putting on a coat.

His apartment building wasn’t all that far away with the underground train, just a few stops and then a five minute walk or so. Gator was quick to let you inside the building and was already waiting at the door of her apartment when you sauntered down the hall. He wore an all black outfit apart from his shirt with rolled up sleeves, which was an almost uncharacteristically nice light shade of blue. The boots and fitted black pants finished off the look, making him look cool yet approachable.

“You came,” Gator said with a soft smile, as if he could barely believe it himself.

“I did,” you responded, in slight disbelief. Once you were close enough, you could see the cogs in his mind turning, trying to figure out the right play. He settled with stepping aside to let you in after a quick, nervous “Hi”. He took your coat from you and hung it up in the dimly lit hallway.

“Do we whisper?” you asked softly. Gator chuckled warmly and shook his head.

“When they’re out, they’re out cold. One time I was over here and we drank a little too much and we got pretty loud and— talked loudly I mean. So uh, they didn’t even wake up then,” he finished awkwardly.

“That’s nice,” you responded with a chuckle. Gator looked at you, eyes as gentle as his smile.

“I can’t believe you really came,” he almost-whispered as he took a light hold of your forearm and rubbed a slow circle on your skin.

“Oh? Why is that?”

Gator huffed a soft laugh and looked away as his cheeks turned a little pink.

“Uh, well… didn’t think a beautiful lady like you would’ve agreed to go out with me in the first place, so to still have you come over even though the going out turned into… whatever this is,” he said, adding a gesture to the room behind him, “is a little unbelievable yeah.”

“Only ‘cause I’m beautiful?” You teased, watching him stammer with satisfaction. “I’m joking. How could I say no to a pretty boy like you?”

Gator frowned, as if he’d never heard the word pretty being used to describe him, but he said nothing to correct you. He cleared his throat, chuckling nervously and adjusted his sleeve a little.

“Can I uh… get you a drink? I can get us some beer? I don’t think I have wine back home… or just uh, soda or whatever?”

“Beer sounds nice,” you responded.

“Alright, uhm, make yourself at home? I’ll be back in a second.”

He looked at you a little longer than necessary and then left towards his own apartment. You sat down on the couch, feeling like quite the intruder and wondered if this woman even knew he had invited you over. Just as you finished that thought, another door opened.

“Mommy?”

The girl caught you in her sight and her eyes widened a little. You smiled apologetically, wondering how you’d have to explain this right now. Gator would only be gone for a few minutes, but that wouldn’t matter for this little girl. Her face fell.

“Oh. You’re not mommy.”

“Not mommy, sorry. I’m a friend of Gator,”

“Oh. Where’s Gator?”

“In his apartment, he will be back in a minute or two. Had to get some drinks.”

“There are drinks here.”

“Yes, well… Oh— are you okay?”

Sudden waterworks started to stain the girls’ cheeks and soon enough her lower lip trembled along. She shook her head quietly and you beckoned her over.

Hesitantly, she reached out to your extended hand and took hold of it with her two smaller hands.

“What happened?” You asked softly.

“I miss mo-mommy,” she sniffed as she squeezed your hand.

“Oh honey, I’m sure she—”

The next head popped in the door opening, an identical one to her sister who also eyed you curiously. Upon seeing her sister cry, she began too. Maybe it was a twin thing? Either way, you didn’t know what to do about the two crying girls in front of you and hoped Gator would come back soon.

Which, fortunately, he did. He watched you as he set down a six pack of beer and quickly came over to sit next to you.

“What happened?” He asked urgently, his eyes big with worry. The girls instantly left your side to climb into Gator’s lap together. He lifted them up with ease and tried to get some more info out of you as well as the girls. You explained what had happened while the girls found solace in his warm embrace, softly sniffling as they rubbed their cheeks dry against his shirt.

“Mommy will be back in no time, but it’ll go faster if you go back to sleep, alright?” he offered gently. Sora wasn’t having it and instead hopped down from his lap with a little cry, making Gator utter the softest “oh” as he reached out for her.

You watched as the girl hopped to the table and took a book from it that you recognized all too well. Sora apparently considered your lap a great place to put the book while she crawled back up the couch and you shared a soft smile with Gator.

“Oh so that’s how it is, huh? You wanna know how it ends?” Gator asked as he accepted the book from Sora once she sat down properly. The girls nodded and he looked at you apologetically. You shook your head with a smile, ensuring him it was fine.

Gator cleared his throat and opened the book where they left off.

“Alright then,” he said softly, “where were we? I think Princess Ella was about to twirl a fork in her hair, no?”

Lana giggled and shook her head vigorously as she pushed her little hand onto Gator’s chest.

“Noooo! You always get it wrong! That’s the Little Mermaid, Gator,” she sighed and Gator feigned ignorance.

“Oh, jeez, maybe you guys should tell the story instead of me, huh?”

Sora groaned and tapped her finger on the page.

“Here!”

You noticed how they had completely forgotten about how upset they were moments ago as Gator continued to tell the story of Princess Ella. He really did his best to make it sound extra fun and interesting for the girls. Added sound effects for a creaky door and put on silly voices for the witch. His cheeks were a deep shade of pink all throughout, and you wondered if he felt embarrassed to act it out in front of you. Soon enough, the girls started to doze off and eventually you carefully took the book from him so he could carry the girls back to bed, which he managed with surprising grace.

Once he returned from their room Gator glanced at the now longer as cold beer and put it all in the fridge save for two.

“I’m really sorry about all of this,” he sighed as he handed you a beer and sat down next to you. He sat much closer now, his knee bumping lightly against yours.

“It sure is one way to break the ice, huh?” You asked jokingly and he laughed along.

“Yeah, kinda.”

“You’re so great with them though, it’s lovely to see.”

Gator smiled at that, cheeks turning pink again.

“Thanks…” he hesitated, but spoke up after a short moment. “Uhm, I’d love to try this again sometime, if you’d like. I had stuff planned and everything which I of course canceled but uh, yeah. You uhm, deserve a better first date than this.”

He looked so… remorseful? As if it was all on him that the evening had gone differently, it surely wasn’t ideal but you wouldn’t have wanted to miss witnessing the kindness he carried around these girls.

“The night isn’t over just yet. And… I’m enjoying myself just fine,” you told him gently.

Gator smiled softly and lightly clunked his bottle against yours.

“Cheers to that,” he mumbles, already cringing at himself as soon as the words left his mouth. You both took a swig of your beer and a shy giggle escaped you when he kept staring at you fondly.

He looked at you amused and cocked his head.

“What’s that giggle for, huh?”

“It’s just… you keep looking at me,” you admit, still feeling quite shy. He smirked, some confidence growing in him as he leaned just a little closer until he sat flush against your side.

“Can’t help it. You’re just so h- beautiful.”

“Says you, with your,” you start, gesturing at him all over and he laughs, “everything.”

“My everything, huh?”

“Mmh, even all the ‘huh’s’ at the end of your sentences.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of me,” Gator mumbled with a soft smile as he wiggled an arm between you two to poke your side. A shriek left your mouth and he took that as a reason to do it again, and again, leaning over you a little more as you tried to poke him back. As it turned out, he reacted just as strongly as you to being tickled in the side and leaned over you breathlessly.

“Hey…” His eyes traveled over your face, scanning every inch until they found your lips. Just as he wanted to close the gap, you both heard the front door open. Quickly, you sat apart, no longer even touching in the slightest as you both leaned forward to grab your beers again.

Rosita walked in, already thanking Gator before she had even spotted you. She froze on the spot, staring at you both.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know Gator…”

“Uhm, yeah,” Gator said as he got up while he stuffed a hand in his pocket. “Tonight I was supposed to meet up with my… friend, Y/N, and uhm, well, sorry I probably should have asked, I just really didn’t want to cancel our d— this.”

“Oh, no it’s fine, really. It’s my bad for asking so last minute,” Rosita said apologetically, putting her hand on Gator’s arm. You got up as well and shook her hand as you introduced yourself. There was a moment of awkward silences and small laughs before Gator announced he was going to grab his beer and that you both would be off.

Once you all stood in the hallway, Gator opened his apartment door and gestured you could go in just as Rosita put a hand on his shoulder.

“Gator? Do you have a moment?”

Gator turned back around and nodded.

“Uhm yeah, sure. That okay with you?” he added softly, looking at you. You nodded and gave him a smile as you walked inside his apartment while he walked the few steps back to her door. It felt weird to go further than the hallway, since you hadn’t been there before, so you waited and tried not to eavesdrop. They spoke softly, and suddenly they didn’t speak at all. You waited for him to come in, but when that didn’t happen you stuck your head out the doorway curiously.

At first you thought they were hugging, but when you heard the unmistakable sound of a kiss, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. You didn’t take a second longer and quietly slipped out of his apartment, down the hallway and out of the building. —

Gator’s POV

It had all gone so fast. One moment, Rosita was thanking him for helping her out, being so nice for her and the girls, and the next moment she had kissed the corner of his mouth and he had barely been in time to turn his head. As she tried to kiss him again, he put his hands on her waist and pushed her backwards just slightly.

“Rosita…”

“Oh… god, I’m so sorry,” she mumbled nervously. “I shouldn’t have done that. I just— you do so much for us… more than their dad ever did and I— the girls, they really love you. And I…”

While she didn’t finish her sentence, enough was said.

“I’m not sure if this is a good idea,” he said softly. “I love helping out, but… other than that I uhm, Y/N she, she’s not a friend. Or, well, right now I guess she is but I kind of… and I just didn’t want to say it because I didn’t want to give you the idea that I would do something inappropriate while looking after your girls so— Yeah… Sorry.”

Gator stuffed his hand in his pocket and picked up the other beers again as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. This sucked.

“No, no it’s okay, I’m sorry. I think I just… your kindness, I’m sorry, really. Uhm. Let me not keep you any longer, you go get your girl,” Rosita said with a weak smile. Gator answered her smile with one of his own and walked back to his apartment with a quick little wave in her direction.

“I’m back, sorry if it took a little longer, uh…” He was going to tell you, right away. Mainly to prevent any inconveniences of you finding out by accident later when it didn’t mean anything. He had expected you to stay in the hallway but smiled knowing that you felt comfortable enough around him to make yourself at home and looked around for you. He checked the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom… lastly, though he doubted it, the bedroom as well. One didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what had probably happened and he cursed to himself under his breath.

He had to call you, he decided as he already took his phone in his hand while also exiting his apartment. Maybe you weren’t gone just yet.

—

Your POV

Who would’ve thought that it would be so hard to catch an uber in this area? None seemed available, and too much time had passed for you to use the train. Walking back home definitely wasn’t an option and neither was going back to Gator’s apartment. If he was even there still. Maybe he went inside hers, all heated passion going down as he forgot about you. A scowl rested on your face when you sat down on a park bench trying to decide what else you could possibly do.

Of course, there was no way nightlife would leave you undisturbed, and after less than half an hour, a man approached you. As much as you tried to ignore him, he kept pushing for your attention, following you along as you got up and tried to find an area with a higher chance of running into people. You hoped it wouldn’t be another man if anyone, but the man only quickened his pace.

“Please, leave me alone,” you tried, making your voice sound as unwavering as you could manage.

“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be alone at night,” the man called after you. Just as you wanted to walk off road to try and get rid of him somehow, you heard another voice.

“Hey, fuck off.”

You kept walking, hoping the distraction would give you enough time to get away. It wasn’t until the next thing the new stranger said that you realized he wasn’t in fact, a stranger.

“Who the fuck are you to speak to me like that?” You heard the man react. Gator scoffed and moved quicker, closing the distance between him and the man and quickly gaining a few on him, blocking him from following you.

“I said. Fuck. Off.”

Suddenly, you heard a fist collide with what must have been a jaw and you couldn’t help but turn around. You saw the man grab his face and Gator’s eyes met yours, searching your face immediately to check if you were okay. Just then, the man swung his fist against Gator’s face, grabbing his collar to deal some more damage. Without thinking you ran towards the two, pulling the man off of Gator with your entire weight as Gator dealt another punch and quickly grabbed your hand to pull you along. His grip was almost painful, but the adrenaline surging through you made it impossible to feel any of it.

“What the fuck, Y/N,” Gator hissed, “are you okay?”

He was leading you back to his apartment and you didn’t question it, knowing the alternative was worse. As much as you didn’t want to be around him right now, being out at night simply wasn’t safe.

“Are you?” was your response, finally looking his way again. You gasped softly as you saw how bloody his face had gotten and nearly reached out for his face when he pushed your hand down.

“Let’s get you away from here first,” he said, followed by a sniff and a groan. He held your hand in his own, his thumb rubbing circles over yours.

“Shouldn’t you be with—”

“No,” he cut you off immediately. “I knew it, and no. Whatever you saw… just, no. She kissed the corner of my mouth, I turned away in time, she tried again, I rejected her. She’s just… going through a rough time. It’s not… like that. And I was going to tell you, be upfront about it all just in case, but you had already left.”

He sounded annoyed, which irked you a little but at the same time… maybe you should have asked. Communicated rather than assumed.

“I just… I felt like I shouldn’t be there.”

Gator stopped walking to face you, now taking both your hands in his own.

“It’s you I like. And I didn’t want anyone else but you with me tonight… I guess I’m— Maybe I’m saying too much. I don’t know. I just, you’ve been on my mind all the fucking time ever since we met again. I don’t have any room left for someone else, even if I wanted to.”

You felt your throat tighten at his earnesty and squeezed his hands when he squeezed yours. He smiled weakly and you could already tell he was going to get a black eye along with his bloody nose and split lip.

“How can you be so… hot when you’re covered in blood?” you muttered, not realizing you were talking out loud. Gator laughed, wincing slightly at the pain it caused and shook his head. You blushed and bit down a smile.

“Sorry. I also… You’ve been on my mind a lot as well. I didn’t want to leave, not really. I just…”

“I get it. I might have done the same,” he admitted. “I immediately regretted inviting you over tonight instead of giving you a proper date, but… I also wouldn’t have wanted to miss out on tonight, you know?” He let go of one of your hands and guided you back inside.

“Do you have a first-aid kit?” you asked softly. Gator whipped his head around from the kitchen where he was grabbing you both some water.

“Huh?”

“For your face,” you told him gently. Gator seemed to vaguely remember and shrugged.

“Oh, uh, yeah in the bathroom I think.”

He handed you a glass of water and grabbed the first aid kit, however you had already followed him into the bathroom and made him sit down on the edge of the bathtub.

“I’m fine, really,” he tried, despite wincing as you tipped his chin up a little. You shook your head and quietly started to clean his wounds.

“I shouldn’t have left. This happened because of me,” you mumbled sadly.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he told you warmly, one hand resting on your thigh as you leaned against the cabinet behind you. “Wouldn’t have wanted to miss out on you playing nurse anyway,” he added cheekily.

“Oh shush,” you said as you felt your cheeks heat up. “Stay still. Which corner did she kiss?”

“Huh?”

You cupped his cheek and waited.

“Oh, uh, my left.”

With your fingers you gently nudged his face to the side before you disinfected the corner of his mouth. A chuckle left his lips until he tasted the nasty stuff and made a face. All was forgotten though when he felt your lips wash away the previous touch and he found himself angling his face towards you, rather than move away like he had done prior.

His lips found yours, the cut in his lip burning as he kissed you. He smiled as he pulled you closer and balanced himself on the edge well enough so that he could pull you sideways into his lap. Arms resting around your waist, he dared to lick along your lips to deepen the kiss. You leaned away slightly and disappointment crossed his face, already trying to close the gap again.

“Gator, wait, doesn’t it hurt?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

He shook his head, smirking.

“Not as badly as it will hurt if I can’t continue kissing you right now,” he mumbled as he cupped your face with his hand, knuckles still red from knocking them into the man’s face. You shared a smile, one cut short when Gator pressed his lips against yours again, showing you just how badly he wanted to kiss you.

Tonight had definitely not turned out as bad of a first date as you first thought it would be.

FIN.

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[whchenlvr]

Hello! This is my first time requesting something, im so sorry if there any mistake i did in accident, english is not my first language-

i want to ask if you can write weak hero characters with a reader who have a talent in cooking? You can write any character, but please put Seongje Geum in it! ^^ thankyou!

of course! your english is amazing, by the way ❤️❤️

when you’re a good cook ;

weak hero x gn!reader

wolf keum

➤ wolf doesn't strike me as the type to be picky over his food, since food is fuel and he'll eat anything to keep him going

➤ however :) you are determined to change this. so determined, in fact, that you go on a week-long cooking spree to find his favorite dish

➤ "y/n, there's no point in a favorite food. food is food." you give that statement three days. when you ask again, wolf sighs and grins after providing him with enough meals to last a lifetime. "fine. my favorite food is yours." "but—" "please don't ask again, doll."

gray yeon

➤ gray is always impressed when he catches you experimenting with ingredients by the stove

➤ he’s good at studying. he’s good at planning, and he’s good at executing; cooking does not apply to gray

➤ "it's like math," you tried to explain one evening as he helped you bake a cake. "one box of mix, plus one egg, plus some milk, equals one cake!" he'd just stare at you, completely clueless. "it's a good thing you're cute." "what?" "what?"

jake ji

➤ “y/n, you make the best kimchi~” “aw, thanks babe!” “can you please make some for us~” “-_-“

➤ no but i think jake would shower you with compliments every time you cook something, whether it’s for him or not

➤ #1 hype boy fr 💗

ben park

➤ to your surprise, ben wants you to teach him how to cook

➤ you’d show him the basics, and he’d be standing safety at the other of the kitchen when certain ingredients start sizzling or popping

➤ "ben, you won't learn to cook if you're all the way over there." "the food is fighting back!"

donald na

➤ he’s a good cook, but you’re a good cook

➤ i feel like donald loves and admires every little thing about you, but the fact that you're so talented in culinary is his go-to bragging right

➤ "oh, your girlfriend paints? well, my y/n is an amazing cook." "your boyfriend is running for president? cool, but y/n bakes better than your mom, so.”

gerard jin

➤ he’s lowkey mad cause how dare you make better chicken than ttosikki?

➤ when you cook, i feel like gerard would just glower over you. he'd always be in your way, but you never have the heart to tell him off

➤ "are you not going to eat?" you ask one night, and he stubbornly shakes his head. "is it cause i made chicken?" "it's not better than ttosikki!" "bruh, i never said it was!"

dean kwon

➤ idk i feel like dean is a really good cook, so when you show your skills off, he’s a bit intimidated

➤ "oh okay. so you wanna fight." "huh?" "no, i get it. you think you're the best cook and wanna battle for the title. let's go, y/n, let's go." "wh... ok?"

➤ unfortunately for dean, your bibimbap turned out much better than his. though he refuses to admit it, you know by the way he asks you to make dinner the next night that you won

[gerrydelano]

Btw, i wanted to ask: what makes you hc Gerry as transfem? I'm more of a nb/transmasc gerry leaning person but i love reading about different interpretations of characters and you are obviously very passionate About it (feel free to ignore if its an uncomfortable question, there's no judgement behind it-im just curious.)

hello hello! no worries, i didn't perceive any judgment here, this is all in good fun! my gerry is on the nonbinary side of transfem anyway (which to me is an important thing to portray in general) but it is special to me both for logical reasons and just because it just feels so healing to me. i wrote a big meta about it here a really long time ago, and answered a more recent ask here, so i'll mostly just link those to avoid being too repetitive.

however, to me (just me personally!) the logic comes in as like... mary calls him gerard. she doesn't exactly strike me as a supportive ally parent who would gender her trans son correctly. eric also refers to gerry as his son, and he died when gerry was like 2, which is a little early for a kid to know they're trans. thirdly, he has a canon preference for a nickname that Isn't the name his mother calls him, which to me can signify dysphoria, and that chosen name happens to be a little more androgynous! plenty of women use the same nickname.

i don't believe canon gerry would have really had much of a chance to explore this side of him, as i also just believe he's a late bloomer, so to me it usually comes out easier in AUs where he's able to live for once. live free of his oppressive mother and her expectations of A Son And Heir, live free of the violence of his childhood and the things she made him do, live as a softer person. i think he would benefit from letting himself be softer, i think he would feel healthier and stronger and more himself if he gained some distance from The Son And Heir archetype forced on him from Pretty Much Birth. there are things to be said about what's expected of "sons" and how awfully people are often treated to try and mold them into the right kind of son, and that's something that gerry's story strikes close to for me.

all of that, and i also just find tenderness in this HC that fills my heart with love! i have gotten to write some really beautiful moments of exploration and intimacy and solidarity through this portrayal of him and it's just been so warm. so many people, especially on this site and especially fucking lately, have been expressing ideas that suggesting that someone might be transfem is inappropriate compared to suggesting that someone might be transmasc, that being transfem is a bad thing or a curse or an insult, and ngl it's all such bullshit.

we need kinder and more loving portrayals of transfeminine people of all walks just in general. and sometimes you just get the egg vibes off of somebody and it's okay. so, yes! i simply think estrogen could have saved her.

[chemnections]

What are your thoughts on the fourth TUA season?

i just finished bingeing it and am in the processing phase right now. my very first impression of it is i didn’t hate it, but i am disturbed by the ending.

suicide isn’t the answer. and the world is better with you in it.

it is so disheartening to see this sort of ending on a story about a dysfunctional and abused family - it sends the message that it never gets better. but it can get better - it truly can. and maybe they were going for more of a nihilistic approach, a “life goes on until it ends”, maybe a classic “all the characters have settled down and had family’s and lived to an old age” was too “boring” of an ending for the weird interesting umbrella academy. that all the characters “tried” to have normal lives but never achieved 100% happiness at all times because that’s not what life is, life is hard and we don’t have the answers why. but imagine watching the first season for the first time then having the ending spoiled that they never truly worked through the dysfunction than they all committed suicide as a group - because they had “no choice” but come on they didn’t go down fighting and it was written so that they “wouldn’t have a choice” to justify it. but it is what it is. as an untreated teenager into nihilism i probably would have found it profound. but as an absurdist treated adult, this messaging horrifies me.

and they know it’s fucked up because they made sure to save the kids - because that’s a step too far (even though had would their kids exist without them ever existing?). as if orphaning them isn’t horrible and traumatic. and then to display them happier than they were before with their parents. . . sure they had their memories erased, but that doesn’t save trauma from missing parents even if they are loved and taken care of. asked people who never knew their parents, or even people born out of an egg/sperm donation. most do wonder/want to meet their birth parents.

one potential saving grace that has yet to be seen is if by killing the umbrellas, gerard is putting the narrative of mcr’s dysfunction, shade and break up to rest. i am hoping.

and it does worry me how this theme appears in gerard’s current art. it worried me when they released foundations of decay. “from his own hand his spirit flies”. i hope he has found a place of stability and relative happiness and these themes are retrospectives from a past dark point.

and before i get messages saying gerard doesn’t write for the show, imo he does have great influence over the show and that steve blackman consults closely with him. they are past the point of original material. i’m seeing quotes saying the rest of the writer team wasn’t onboard with the ending, but blackman was determined. the actors thought he was joking. if it really was left open to the writers and producers to decide the narrative of i think the brainstorming would have been a much broader conversation as it does take several minds to build upon someone else’s world. tinfoil hat on, i think blackman asked gerard what ending he wanted.

i actually like that lila had an affair in the sense that i was worried they were going to have her marriage and kid “cure her” of her lying manipulative ways. that actually marriage and being together would “cure” both diego and lila of their ills and problems which they would hold above everyone else. so maybe that’s why i like this season generally, it did subvert my expectations in a good way. because in a real sense diego had to learn that when you get into a relationship with a liar, that they don’t stop lying. and that lila wasn’t going to stop being cruel because of love. and fuck, lying that stan was his kid isn’t something he should have forgiven. he should have seen the signs and walked away. so i kinda like how this season roasts him a bit for his own inaction in his own life and his audacity to complain about it. like the line “lila said you couldn’t get pregnant when breastfeeding” - he should have educated and verified that for himself instead of playing the victim as if he didn’t participate. life just happens to him. and they barely showed the additional two children - but they are twins.

lila cheating with five was foreshadowed in season three. it was something that really stuck out to me. when diego asked confused what lila and five were doing together when she was in the bath. scene in the bath in general. “i’m shaving my nest you perv” - quote just off of memory. i thought it was a very weird suggestion, especially thinking of who those characters are based on. i brushed it off as being a fucked up fantasy being put in, maybe to piss someone(s) off. but now it can be seen that it was setting up the groundwork for the affair. i guess i should google how old aiden gallagher is, maybe they were waiting for him to come of age before putting his character into a relationship.

i have seen a steve blackman quote saying they wanted to put five into a relationship, but if they wanted more romance how about something established or star crossed lovers storylines they already had - like klaus and dave, or not have ray abandon alison for no apparent reason given. they also had ben. or kept sloan alive. or they could have brought back deloris because people did accept that way more than they did luther and allison. but there may be a practical availability and budget side to this.

and so many repeating themes along then way. the piss bottle lol.

still very much collecting my thoughts on all of this, would love to hear other people opinions!

[titus-androgynous-87]

I love Dawn the drag queen because I love twinks that look like little butches

Look at Dawn out of drag, and then look me in the eyes & tell me this funky little butch wouldn’t help you put up wallpaper in exchange for a pizza and a dirty-30 of Keystone Light while also talking at great length about her friend/roommate who buys her flowers and takes her on dates but it’s just as friends right?

Like I would think this is a butch who knows a lot about yarn. Or fiber arts in general. And she -definitely- drives a shitty robin’s egg blue 1997 Toyota Camry with a crimson hood and black driver’s side door that hasn’t had an oil change since the Trump administration and enough miles on the engine to have literally driven to the moon and back

This is a butch who talks to plants and absolutely has a grow-op in her guest room. This is a butch who grows weed because she’s super into plant genetics/husbandry. She spent $10k on lights and timers and hydroponics to grow 3 plants that send you into the stratosphere, and then never touched it again

This is a butch who had a Bowie era. But not like, -good- Bowie. Like whatever the fuck he was doin in the 90s. This is a butch who tried to convince herself she had a crush on Gerard Way, but it was really just gender envy

(And though I love the visual of the key earring, I know I’m An Old now because I can’t tell if it’s simply for aesthetics or if it’s some new flagging code I don’t know of. Either way, I think it’s neat)

[thnksfrthmmrs]

more ray facts!!! the band he was in before mcr wrote a song about wanting to fuck boba fett and (allegedly) broke up after a piss drinking incident. he made a short film about a guy who loves eating eggs and goes crazy when he can't crack the last egg in the carton. his wife christa had to convince him not to hire someone to sing on remember the laughter because he thought he wasn't good enough (thank you christa). he wrote a gorgeous song called for the lost and brave which he dedicated to leelah alcorn after she died. the only time he ever played live between mcrs breakup and reunion was at a muppets charity event with gerard way. he wrote his song the great beyond after getting really obsessed with free climbing and used a bag of chalk as a percussion instrument. he's had multiple ... homoerotic moments with james dewees (look up ray toro dancing queen on youtube, tucker rule was also involved in this). he has some iconic hater tweets including "fucking fuck fuck fuck australia your internet is worth a shit", complaining about the new star wars movies and @ing nme after they bodyshamed him in an article. he loves bluey and had a bluey themed birthday party. he also owns a gas stove, which isn't that interesting but it was hotly debated a couple of months ago. his first ever instagram post was a questionable picture of his elbow/armpit (?) captioned Arm Butt. this was supposed to be short but i kept remembering more facts. sorry about that

listen i'm having a really bad morning and this ask genuinely made me smile. thank u

he loves bluey. i fucking love him. also he's for the star wars haters (me)

[lazydogz]

Rating the Poets on how good of cooks they are

Neil 

9/10

used to cook with his mom a lot when he was younger so he picked up a handful of skills from that

he finds it a incredibly therapeutic thing to do

is very big on trying new recipes and whenever he and Todd go to the bookstore he heads straight to the cookbook section

type of person to make someone try every bit of food as he’s cooking to make sure they like it

absolutely takes cooking classes in his free time

loses a point because sometimes he’s a bit too adventurous for his own good and once gave him and Todd food poisoning

Todd

6/10

he wasn’t always that good at cooking, Neil taught him most of the skills he has now

he likes simple recipes, anything more than 6-ish steps stresses him out and he just gives up

he also just doesn’t like cooking in general unless it’s with neil ofc

terrible at cutting things, food keeps flying off the cutting board and has given Neil numerous heart attacks almost taking his finger off 

always ends up on stirring duty bc he makes Neil so nervous

cannot put food in the oven without oven mitts bc he’s terrified of burning himself

Charlie

???/10, a complete wildcard

the kitchen may end up in flames or you’ll have the best meal of your life, depends on how he’s feeling

barely ever follows directions and just goes with what he thinks feels right bc he puts too much faith in his instincts

king of measuring with his heart <3

will gaslight himself into thinking the food is good even if it is the most disgusting thing in the world bc he refuses to waste anything

has found a passion in making and decorating pastries after a class w/ Neil

Cameron

8/10

type of person to pull out the recipe from a relative that has lasted his family 7 generations

absolutely loses his mind over vague directions, what the fuck do you mean by a dash of seasoning??? a splash of water?? huh???

on the topic of measuring, he’s incredibly good at converting measurements off the top of his head

incredibly precise with everything he does so everything takes longer than necessary 

loses 2 points bc he tones down the seasoning on everything bc “it’s too spicy” for him

Knox

2/10

will tell every girl he meets that he can cook but the fanciest meal they’re getting is pasta

type of dude that gets the whole dormitory evacuated because he forget to put water in his ramen and it caught fire in the microwave

he cracks an egg into his instant ramen and calls it gourmet 

genuinely cannot follow a recipe, he tries but has terrible memory so the bread in the oven is on fire, he can’t find the tomato he dropped and the fire alarm is going off

everything he makes looks like a struggle meal

Meeks

7/10

can cook but never wants to, always claims he has better things to do

incredibly fond of instant meals and refuses to feel ashamed of making them <3

has on numerous occasions forget random ingredients in things and will not remember till it’s finished 

he gets sidetracked a little too easy and has burned way too many things cooking (he and Pitts have also lost a wooden spoon he accidentally left over an open flame)

much like Charlie, believes very firmly in the power of eyeballing things (is actually very good at it)

Gerard

a solid 10/10!!

cooked with his grandma a lot and loves making traditional meals, esp for his friends

has a strange second sense when it comes to measuring, is always perfect first try

sings and dances while he cooks and it’s v cute, he makes Meeks join him a lot

is solely responsible for making sure Meeks does not forget to eat

likes to buy funny shaped cookie cutters and use them whenever he can (the poets joke abt it but secretly adore receiving sandwiches in the shape of a dinosaur)

makes everything with love <3

[saingirl101]

Gerard entering his Liam Wilhelmina arc phase in the last episode

But instead of somebody murdering your pig. He gets to his arc by potentially going through a horrible divorce with his wife after a bunch of other princesses try to murder him.

And it couldn't have happened at a better time because real talk Gerard was so crucial this fight.

Scooping pib up and jumping the hell away from the death traps. Tanking hits meant for PiB. Cutting most of the ropes off the Golden Goose. Asking the Goose to heal Pinocchio to full after he went down. Popping back up after going down with a good berry and shooting the shit out of a bunch of Tiny Wizards. Getting the extra credit objectives of the Golden Harp and Egg after freeing the Goose.

He may be the most fail malewife in existence due to the dice gods cursing him. But the dice gods also said we will bestow upon you utter BAMFness in battle.

He absolutely deserves that NeverEnding Story moment on the back of the Golden Goose.

[graveyard-stray]

Lazy Sunday Morning

Gerard Way x Fem!Reader

You and Gee are enjoying a sweet Sunday morning in together, just totally in love <33

Word Count: 259

A/N: Another short story, I’m glad you all enjoyed the last little imagine with Gerard and I will hopefully have something longer for you guys soon <33

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(Y/N) and Gerard had always been a cute couple, and on this particular day, they were enjoying a lazy Sunday morning in bed together. They had slept in late and were snuggled under the blankets, enjoying each other's warmth and company.

As they lay there, Gerard turned to (Y/N) and grinned. "Hey, I have an idea," he said. "How about we make breakfast together?"

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "You know I'm not exactly a domestic goddess," she said. "Are you sure you want to risk my cooking skills?"

Gerard chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm willing to take the risk," he said. "Besides, I think we make a pretty good team in the kitchen."

So, they both got out of bed and headed to the kitchen, determined to make a delicious breakfast together. It was a bit of a mess, with flour everywhere and eggs cracking on the floor, but they had a great time laughing and teasing each other as they worked.

Finally, after a lot of effort and a little bit of magic, they managed to create a feast of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. They sat down to enjoy their breakfast together, feeling grateful for each other's love and companionship.

As they savored their meal, (Y/N) leaned over and kissed Gerard on the cheek. "You know, I think we make a pretty good team in the kitchen and in life," she said.

Gerard grinned and squeezed her hand. "I agree," he said. "I couldn't imagine going through life without you by my side."

[envihellbender]

More fat Michael and Gerry !!

Rating: Mature (kink)

Characters: Gerard Keay, Michael Shelley

Content: feedee/feeder, feedee Michael, feeder Gerry

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The loud creaking of the bed springs, the clattering of the slats that really needed reinforcing, the wheezing groan, and the loud thumping footsteps told Gerry that Michael was awake from the other side of their little flat in their modest kitchen. There was already a large buffet out specifically for Michael all over the small dining table but Gerry wanted the eggs to be as fresh as possible. He’d timed it perfectly so that when the tall, waddling young man made it to his specially reinforced bariatric chair - which had to be pushed back to make way for his expansive gut as it brushed against the floor and pushed his rotund to the sides causing a slight pain in his hips when he walked - Gerry had placed in front of him a large plate of six fried, seven poached, and five scrambled eggs on top of his breakfast feast of pancakes, toast, croissants, muffins, veggie bacon, and veggie sausages.

“G’morning, babe,” Gerry said with a proud grinning, kissing on top of Michael’s curls.

“Wow, amazing as always, my love,” he replied, his voice a wheezing gasp at the exertion from walking so far. As if reading his mind - or rather the red, sweat-covered cheeks - Gerry hurried to the fridge to get a large two litre bottle of Fanta. He pulled over a foldable table and placed it on top since there wasn’t room for it. He unfastened the lid, knowing that Michael struggled with it now his hands were so plump and swollen. He then sat down and helped himself to one pancake and covered it in syrup and chopped up banana. It looked comically small next to Michael’s who looked at Gerry quizically.

“You sure you have enough to eat?” He asked unsure as to how anyone could live on such a small breakfast.

“Uh-huh,” Gerry mumbled around his mouthful, he swallowed a little forcefully. “I’m good babe, don’t worry.”

“Oh, okay…” Michael wasn’t sure but gave in and began devouring the food in front of him. After finishing the eggs he no longer bothered with a knife and fork, using both his hands to shovel food into his mouth. Gerry watched in adoration, he loved seeing the crumbs stick to his plump lips and the sauce pool into his neck roll. He was delighted that Michael didn’t bother to wear pyjamas anymore or many clothes around the house, because seeing the food fall onto his gigantic breasts that poured out into his lap was quite the sight. “Oh erm, by the way.” Michael had a mouthful of Fanta, and stifled a burp behind one hand. “Erm. Yeah so, Emma’s going to drop off a few boxes of work for me today. Hoping I could work from home maybe.” Gerry tried to hide his delight at hearing just that.

“Great! That’ll be easier on your joints, won’t it? I know how tiring getting into the office is now,” he replied sympathetically.

“Yeah! Yeah, exactly. So, I dunno. I dunno how I got round-” Michael frowned. He had a theory, but didn’t want to sound like he was accusing Gerry. Instead he began filling his mouth with the rest of the pancakes.

“That’ll be great, anyway. I’ll go get the shower ready, yeah? So you’re ready when she gets here.” Gerry bounced to his feet, a wide grin on his face as he resisted the urge to whistle on the way to the bathroom through fear of seeming suspiciously happy. What Michael didn’t know was that under the floorboards by the door was the only Leitner that Gerry wouldn’t burn, one he took from his mother and acted as a faux-Eye of sorts. So long as Michael stayed in the same room as it, Elias couldn’t see him and the Archives would carry on as if Michael was right in the heart of it. All Gerry had to do was make sure he fed Michael up so he was big enough he couldn’t leave the flat, which was turning out to be far easier than he thought. That was why when he prepared the shower he felt an ecstatic hyperactivity filling his body. He’d finally figured out how to keep Michael safe.

[selmasemlan]

Winterbreak Breakfast Bickering

Summary: It´s winterbreak, and the Salvatore siblings are having breakfast.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: I love a good sibling moment

Warning: none

Word count: 1238

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Winterbreak Breakfast Bickering

The Salvatore mansion was bathed in soft morning light, snow gently falling outside the large windows. The scent of fresh coffee and bacon wafted through the air, mingling with the crackling sound of the fireplace. Inside, the dining room was a picture of cozy domesticity—a rarity in a household that was often filled with chaos.

Luna sat at the long dining table, bundled up in one of Damon’s old sweaters that was far too big for her, her feet tucked underneath her on the chair. She had a fork in hand, lazily poking at a stack of pancakes. Across from her, Stefan was reading the morning newspaper, and Damon was at the stove, flipping eggs with an unnecessary amount of flair.

“Are you ever going to eat those pancakes, or are you just going to stare at them until they get cold?” Damon quipped from the kitchen, casting a glance over his shoulder.

Luna shot him a look, her eyes narrowing. “I’m eating them, Damon,” she muttered, though she hadn’t really made much progress on the stack in front of her.

Stefan peeked over the edge of his paper, smirking. “Yeah, she’s just savoring them in slow motion.”

Luna rolled her eyes, setting her fork down with a soft clang. “You two are impossible.”

Damon sauntered over with a plate of eggs, his signature smirk plastered on his face. “Impossible? I think you mean ‘lovable.’” He placed the eggs down with an exaggerated flourish, taking a seat next to her.

“Yeah, sure, let’s go with that,” Luna retorted, trying to suppress a smile.

Stefan folded his newspaper and leaned back in his chair. “So, how’s Marcel?” His tone was innocent, but Luna could sense the playful glint in his eyes.

Luna immediately stiffened, her cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “I’m not talking about that.”

Damon’s smirk widened, and he nudged her with his elbow. “Oh come on, Little Moon, you’ve been back for a few days, and you haven’t even mentioned your lover boy. What’s the deal? Trouble in paradise?”

Luna sighed, her fingers tightening around her fork. “No, there’s no trouble. I just don’t feel like talking about it.”

“Uh-huh,” Damon said, clearly not convinced. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Well, you know if he breaks your heart, I’ll just have to go down to New Orleans and—”

“Damon!” Luna cut him off, glaring at him.

Stefan chuckled softly, watching the two of them. “Damon, leave her alone. If she doesn’t want to talk about it, she doesn’t have to.”

“Oh please, like you’re not curious,” Damon shot back, raising an eyebrow at Stefan.

Stefan gave a shrug, still smiling. “Of course I’m curious, but I’m not going to pry.”

“Liar,” Luna mumbled, though a small grin tugged at the corners of her lips.

Stefan chuckled again, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just being the good brother here.”

Damon rolled his eyes. “Yeah, because I’m the bad brother, right?” He turned back to Luna, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Come on, just give us something. How’s Marcel? Still brooding and wearing all black, or has he at least upgraded his wardrobe?”

Luna shook her head, trying to suppress the smile that was threatening to break through. “You’re the worst.”

“See, I get that a lot,” Damon said, completely unfazed, before shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

Stefan chuckled, leaning forward with an amused expression. “Seriously though, how’s New Orleans? It must be nice to get away from all the drama here.”

Luna’s expression softened at the question, her defenses lowering slightly. “Yeah, it’s been...nice. Quieter, in a weird way. But also… not. There’s always something going on.”

Stefan nodded, understanding the weight behind her words. “New Orleans has its own kind of chaos. You fit in there.”

Luna smiled softly. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

Damon, clearly not done with the teasing, tapped his fingers against the table dramatically. “And Marcel? Still completely head over heels, or should I be worried?”

Luna’s cheeks flushed again, and she quickly looked down at her plate. “Damon…”

Stefan, sensing her discomfort but unable to resist, grinned. “Come on, Damon. You know Luna can handle herself. She’s got that Salvatore charm.”

“Exactly!” Damon chimed in, laughing. “She’s a Salvatore; it’s practically in our DNA to drive people crazy.”

“Speak for yourself,” Luna muttered under her breath, though the smile on her face betrayed her amusement.

Stefan leaned back in his chair, watching his siblings with an affectionate gaze. “You know, it’s kind of funny seeing you two like this. It’s almost...normal.”

Luna looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Normal?”

“Yeah,” Stefan said, his smile softening. “Like we’re just...siblings. Hanging out. Having breakfast. No supernatural drama. No life-threatening situations. Just...us.”

Damon scoffed, though there was a hint of agreement in his tone. “Yeah, well, don’t get too used to it. We’ve got a knack for attracting chaos.”

Luna’s smile grew, her heart swelling at the rare moment of peace between the three of them. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Stefan grinned, raising his coffee mug in a mock toast. “To chaos.”

Damon grabbed his own cup, smirking. “To driving each other insane.”

Luna chuckled, lifting her glass of orange juice. “To being a family.”

The three of them clinked their glasses together, a small but meaningful gesture that carried the weight of everything they had been through together.

As they settled back into their breakfast, the teasing resumed. Damon, never one to back down from a sibling argument, started poking fun at Luna’s habits—how she still put ketchup on her scrambled eggs, how she’d been wearing his old sweater for the past three days. Stefan, ever the mediator, tried to defend her but ended up joining in on the teasing more than once.

Luna, caught between rolling her eyes and laughing, couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of warmth. This—this simple, mundane moment—was something she had longed for. A slice of normalcy in the midst of their crazy lives. It was these moments, the breakfasts filled with bickering and laughter, that made her feel like she truly belonged.

Eventually, as the plates were cleared and the coffee cups emptied, the conversation drifted back to lighter topics—old memories, shared jokes, and playful jabs. But beneath it all, there was a deep undercurrent of love and loyalty, the unspoken bond that tied the Salvatore siblings together.

Even as Damon teased her about Marcel, and Stefan played peacekeeper, Luna knew that they had her back. They always had, and they always would. That was the thing about family—it wasn’t always perfect, but it was always there.

As the snow continued to fall outside, casting a soft, quiet glow over the Salvatore mansion, Luna smiled to herself. This was home. This was her family. And no matter what lay ahead, she knew they would face it together.

Stefan caught her eye from across the table and gave her a knowing smile, as if he could read her thoughts. Damon, oblivious as always, was already planning their next sibling activity, rambling about some ridiculous idea for a road trip.

Luna leaned back in her chair, her heart full. It didn’t matter what they were doing or where they were. As long as she had her brothers by her side, she knew she could handle anything.

[glue-factory]

bandom x pokemon au

This whole thing got way out of hand and overdeveloped into a full blown brainrot and I blame @grayvineyard for indulging me (who made LOVELY art for this au <3)

Bear with me, set roughly in the 1st/2nd gen of pokemon so Kanto/Johto except for the pokedex, there's a mix of those just because. Technically thought out for geetrick with a side of petekey in mind, but also a shit ton of gen.

Here are the basic foundations:

-> pokemon teams

Gerard's champion team: Espeon, Typhlosion, Nidoqueen, Parasect, Mismagius and Salamence

- His Espeon is blind due to a surprise ambush kinda critical hit by a venom type back in his teens.

- Lots of rumors ensued from this, but they don't like talking about it.

- She guides herself by psychic waves/a psychic mental map and through both the mental bond with her teammates and Gee.

Patrick's: Ninetails, Togekiss, Staraptor (uncanny resemblance to Pete...), Venusaur, Ursaring, Luxray

- Although his team overall seems big and scary they are all sweethearts, extreamely nice

- Meanwhile he's small and snarky, the meanest out of them all

- Ninetails has an attitude problem. she's a princess and she expects to be treated as such (it's Patrick's fault really from spoiling her rotten when she was a little vulpix)

Mikey's: Jolteon, Arcanine, Ampharos, Milotic, Butterfree, Xatu

Pete's: Ambipom, Gliscor, Gengar, Sunflora, Honchkrow (uncanny resemblance to Patrick...), Coralina

Ray's: Magby, Houndoom, Charizard, Victini, Chandelure, Clefable

- it's a mystery how he found Victini, he refuses to explain, just showed up with them one day and that was that

- very smug about it when he uses them in battle (unofficial ones only, the league doesn't allow them in his elite team)

- bane of Gerard's existence how Ray babies them around (Victini enjoys this very much, he gets extratreats and hangs on his shoulder/head), like cmon, that's a fucking legendary!

- hatched Magby from the egg himself, and he turned out to be a crazy kid, running around without looking twice, there's always gotta be at least one grown human or pokemon supervising him at all times

- his Clefable doesn’t seem to fit but is the secret trick, knowing fire blast as well as solar beam and water pulse.

-> general context

Professor Way moving into town (Pallet i guess?) with Mikey

She's... Not the best at parenting

cue him journeying through Kanto with Pete and Patrick (suppose they are around 17ish during that as an start point)

Pete as the high-spirited, optimistic trainer who sees the good in everything and fully beliefs in the power of friendship to rise over any challenge coming into his path. Strong trainer, makes friends with everyone, extreamely focused on the experiences the adventure brings, half assedly aims to become pokemon master. (kinda ethan/gold vibes ngl)

Patrick as the other side of the coin, not completely opposite, but a stark contrast to him, where Pete is ambitious in his journey, challenging gyms and aiming for the league, Patrick isn't too sure about his path, is critical of the battling business and more theoretical/book strategic when approaching a challenge. Doesn't mean he has a worse bond with his pokemon. Uncanny, natural gift at battling tho, but honestly doesn't think twice of it ("what like it's hard?"). Lowkey on a midlife crisis at 18 going from trainer to breeder (pokemon daycare worker?) to researcher, boy does not know what he's doing. But it's fine. Mostly.

Mikey's the kid that looks too cool to be a nerd and simultaneously seems like too much of a nerd to be as cool as he is. Has their only braincell for most of the time. Doesn't give a fuck, only he knows what his plan in life is, does he challenge the gyms? does he plan to go into research under his mom? he just vibes. BAMF, keeps the other two out if trouble more often than not. Lowkey mommy issues

Gerard as reigning champion, child prodigy, went on his journey with Ray at 13ish, crowned at 14, practically a legend. Extreamely extravagant, drama queen all around. Lots of rumours about him AND his blind Espeon. Honestly overworked, plus mommy issues (my emotional punching bag <3). A mountain hermit that thinks living on top of a freezing mountain is better than doubling down to the unsurpassable merit of peaking as a preteen. Deep down a sweetheart with a passion for pokemon and training.

Ray takes it easier, one of the elite four, fire type trainer. Local sunshiney, polite guy who Knows What He's Doing. Actually a badass who is tired of everyone's shit. Mostly holds the last braincell he and Gerard have left. Perchant for petting every fire type he encounters no matter how big or dangerous.

Ray and Gerard took out Team Rocket when they were teens, with them now being around 21.

Professor Way centers/ed her investigations on legendary pokemons, devoting most of her time and attention to it. Gerard would try to help out, not really successfully, and eventually developed a weird relationship with them as a concept, slightly obsessed, slightly frustrated, an underlying splinter still dug inside him.

When the Ways were kids there were a bunch of Eevees in the lab for research purposes or whatever. They always played with them and eventually kept one each.

Pete’s jacket’s fluff is made of mareep wool which, paired with his penchant for hugging Mikey’s and Patrick’s electric types, means his always charged with static energy and he’s a nightmare to be physically close to

Mikey Pete and Patrick are little shits and they lure Gee’s pokemon with too many berries

Like Patrick quickly becomes their fave bc of all the treats and how little he gives a fuck about Gerard’s stubborness

Specially after Gee runs off to Mt. Silver for a while and he’s the one who has to periodically hike up to make sure the idiot’s still alive

(He’s fine btw, it was never that serious)

Yeah, I think that’s it for now but it’s ever growing…