#OR I NEED GERARD TO SING IT TO ME HIMSELF

[punk-o-ween]

im going thru such a big hesitant alien phase idk if i wanna change my theme or not...

[rocky-the-rockstar]

Not to yap about something almost completely irrelevant in 2024, but people on tiktok been pissing me off, so in PASSIONATE defense of Danger Days: I think it's really stupid when people feel the need to "defend" their dislike of the album by claiming that MCR somehow "betrayed" their audience by creating it. I heavily relate to the feeling of hating something because it's different from what I've grown to love and expect from a title, but that doesn't make that thing "wrong" or even bad. I can imagine how it felt to be so excited for new music only to not like it, but it can be left at "it sounds so different and therefore not my vibe and Im disappointed" without trying to accuse and vilify the artists.

Before he is an "emo icon" and even before he's a musician, Gerard Way is first and foremost a story writer and an artist. MCR has always existed to tell a story, spread a message, and be an artistic outlet. Which Danger Days does beautifully and creatively. Black Parade's story, hell even stuff like the I'm Not Ok music video etc etc, had themes of hope as well. While stronger and louder in Danger Days, it still wasn't a new thing by any means. It's by far their most political album, it's not like they "sanitized" themselves. It may be in a totally different sounding, less angsty, brightly colored package but "fight against those who hate and try to change you, live on and be ok after those you idolized and loved die, and create something good by being yourself" was not at all a new message from them. MCR's album world building, lore, detail, characters, and storytelling may quite literally be at its peak with Danger Days. Hell they even created a separate EP to make songs as a fictional band of side characters in the danger days universe so they could show you what kind of music the killjoys were listening to.

They gave us this whole fictional world to play with, that's not the act of sell outs who didn't care anymore, that's the act of an artist trying to share a part of themselves with you. That's the act of nerds and roleplayers trying to invite you into a self indulgent escape from reality.

A direct follow up to the Black Parade never would have worked. Trying to carry on a similar vibe immediately after the success of the Black Parade never would have worked. Both in terms of success and authenticity. The best and most creatively fulfilling option was to pivot entirely. They clearly knew and cared about this. Gerard said his heart wasn't creatively in the Paper Kingdom, he said there wasn't enough emotion in Conventional Weapons, he said that the "gothic vampire look" was no longer seen as "scary" and unsettling so they dropped it cuz they didn't wanna be "sexy vampires", the band broke up because "it wasn't fun anymore" Danger Days WAS an act of preserving their artistic vision and enjoyment of the band.

Gerard has always rejected labels, both on the band and himself. You can dislike Danger Days all you want for sounding so different, no one cares, but bands are allowed to experiment and the emotions they sing about are allowed to grow and change. Slapping a label on them and then turning your nose up in disgust and anger at anything they create for you that "isn't emo enough" and doesn't fit in the box you put them in is stupid. And, crazy enough, is one of the points OF the album.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

CHEERARD!!!!!!!!1!!

Cheerleader - Gerard Way x Reader

Warnings: Making out, sexual references (Frank lmao), Gerard feeling insecure.

Word Count: 1141

A/N: Honestly love that I have an anon keeping me writing for MCR bc I literally love them so much. While TOP is my main favourite thing at the moment, MCR and Gerard feel like old friends that I love to revisit whenever I can 😘

The hum of the crowd grew louder outside the dressing room, sending a low, thrilling buzz through the walls. I leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, watching as Gee adjusted his green and white cheerleader costume in the mirror, fidgeting with every little detail. He looked incredible—though I could tell by the pinched look in his eyes and the way he chewed his lip that he didn’t feel that way.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, glancing at me through the mirror. His voice held an edge of nervousness that was rare for him. Gerard was usually so fearless, so unapologetic. But tonight, something about this outfit had him on edge.

“Positive,” I said, pushing off the door frame and walking up behind him. “You look...”

I trailed off on purpose, letting my eyes wander up and down his body, drinking in every inch of him in the little pleated skirt, the cropped shirt. His eyes met mine in the mirror, cheeks flushing a faint pink. He looked shy but tried to cover it with a smirk.

“Ridiculous?” he guessed, tugging at the hem of the skirt. “I mean, look at me. They’re all gonna laugh, you know that, right?”

“Oh, please,” I scoffed, moving closer until I could feel the warmth radiating off him. “First of all, you’re not ridiculous, you’re amazing. And second, they’re not going to laugh. They’re going to lose their minds in the best way possible. We all love you and think you’re beautiful inside and out so I suggest you agree with the majority.”

He laughed, but it was soft, uncertain. “Maybe. But what if I look… weird? Or, I don’t know… not like myself?”

I put my hands on his shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “Not like yourself? Honey, you’re the guy who wore fake blood on stage, bleached your hair for one album and then the next dyed bright red. And don’t even get me started on that one set when you ran into the microphone stand and gave yourself a black eye and then continued to sing the whole gig. You know how to push boundaries���and this? This outfit? It’s just one more thing to show them you’re amazing.”

He tilted his head, considering my words, and a little smirk began to play at the corners of his mouth. “You really think I can pull this off?” He looked at himself in the mirror and I could tell the outfit was truly starting to grow on him. I knew he’d love it. 

I stepped closer until there was barely an inch between us. “Gee you’re already pulling it off.” My voice was low, soft. “And you look… you look really good.”

His eyes sparkled with a flicker of confidence, but it wasn’t fully there yet. I knew him too well—knew he needed more than words to believe it. Slowly, I brought my hand to his cheek, brushing a strand of hair from his face. His breathing slowed, and I felt him lean into my touch.

“Show me,” he whispered, barely audible. It was an invitation, a challenge.

So I did.

I let my fingers trail down his cheek, over his jawline, then traced the neckline of his dress. I could feel his pulse quicken as I moved my hand down to his waist, resting there for a moment before pulling him toward me. His eyes fluttered closed as I leaned in, pressing my lips softly against his. He tasted faintly of chapstick, with that hint of coffee he’d had earlier.

The moment he kissed me back, all that uncertainty, all the nerves, seemed to melt away. His hands found my waist, pulling me even closer until there was no space left between us. It was gentle at first, both of us savoring the moment, the feel of each other. But soon, the tension between us grew, and his hands wandered to my back, pulling me flush against him as he deepened the kiss.

“God, you’re good at that,” he murmured against my lips, his voice breathless.

I chuckled, threading my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. “I’m just trying to get you out of your head, you know?”

“It’s working,” he whispered, pulling me back for another kiss, this one longer, deeper. His hands slipped under the edge of my shirt, his fingers tracing patterns along my back, sending little shivers up my spine. I could feel my heart pounding, my entire body responding to his touch, to the intensity of his kiss.

Our lips parted, but we stayed close, foreheads touching, our breathing heavy in the quiet of the room. I couldn’t help but smile, biting my lip as I looked at him.

“You really think I look good in this?” he asked, but this time, there was a playful glint in his eye.

I grinned, taking a step back so I could look him over from head to toe. “Good? You look incredible. Like, actually jaw-droppingly hot.”

He laughed, a sound so pure and free that it made my heart soar. “Guess I owe you for this confidence boost,” he said, pulling me close again. 

I leaned up on my toes, pressing a lingering kiss to his jawline. “Just keep being you, please. I love you babe.”

Our lips met again, and this time, we didn’t hold back. His hands found my waist again, lifting me up slightly as he backed me up against the dressing room wall, the intensity between us igniting like fire. His lips trailed down to my neck, leaving a trail of warm, lingering kisses that made me shiver.

The knock on the door startled us both, and we pulled apart, breathless, just as we heard Frank’s voice on the other side.

“Hey, lovebirds! Show starts in five! Unless you guys want to be the opening act?”

Gerard rolled his eyes, still grinning, and called out, “We’re coming!”

“Yeah, I bet you are,” Frank muttered through the door, making us both laugh.

Gerard turned to me, his smile softer now, with just a hint of that earlier shyness creeping back. “Guess we better go out there.”

I brushed a thumb over his cheek, giving him one last kiss. “Go knock ‘em dead, cheerleader. They’re not ready for this.”

He smirked, catching my hand as I started to pull away. “Thanks… for everything,” he said, his voice so soft it was almost lost in the noise outside.

“Anytime. Now go out there and show them exactly who you are.”

With one last, lingering look, he released my hand and turned toward the door, glancing back at me with a glint in his eye before stepping out. And as I watched him walk out to meet the roaring crowd, I knew he was finally ready to take the stage, in all his wild, unstoppable glory.

//

REQUESTS OPEN :)

[sparkliest-bard-bracket]

Congratulations to ✨FREDDIE MERCURY✨ for being crowned the ✨SPARKLIEST BARD✨ in all the land!!!!

🎶HE. IS. THE CHAMPION. 🎶

Over the course of this bracket, he has faced off against many worthy bards, including an inter-dimensional storyteller, multiple irl musical artists, an immortal musically talented war criminal, and a muppet, and he proved himself to be the most sparkliest of them all.

Excellent singing, excellent piano playing, excellent songwriting, excellent fashion sense, and overall ~glamour~, Freddie Mercury has it all. Here are some of my favorite of Freddie's bardly moments, and feel free to reblog and add your own to celebrate our Bardly Champion!:

And to honor Freddie Mercury's wonderful legacy, I present my favorite Bohemian Rhapsody video ever -- he didn't even need to be alive to have a concert!:

And while we celebrate and throw a Queen-themed party for our Champion of Bards, do not forget to give a round of applause to all of the incredible bards who participated in this bardly showdown!! You can find all of their names and fandoms, along with the full completed bracket under the cut :D

That's all from me for now, folks!! I may make a poll for 3rd place if people are interested, and if people are very enthusiastic, I might make a round 2: fictional characters only! Lemme know if you'd be interested in either of those things, and thank you oh so much for your support through this whole bracket, and have a wonderful day all you fantastic bards and bard fans!!!

Complete Bracket in image format:

And the names and fandoms of all of our bards from the whole bracket!:

Jareth the Goblin King (Labyrinth)

David Bowie (Real Life)

Thom Merrilin (Wheel of Time)

Gurney Halleck (Dune)

The Bard/Kiwi (Wandersong)

Daeron (The Silmarillion)

Callie Cuttlefish (Splatoon)

Finrod (The Silmarillion)

Apollo/Lester Papadopoulos (The Trials of Apollo)

Apollo (Greek Mythology)

Bill Cypher (Gravity Falls)

Chong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Max Rebo (Star Wars)

Edgin Darvis (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves)

Dimentio (Super Paper Mario)

Will Scarlet (Robin Hood)

Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem (The Muppets)

Link (The Legend of Zelda)

Katalina (Tabletop Time)

Starling Birdsong (Realm of the Elderlings)

Orpheus (Greek Mythology)

“Weird Al” Yankovic (Real Life)

Dave BruBot/The Major Player (Toontown: Corporate Clash)

Carrie Wilson (Julie and the Phantoms)

Kvothe (The Kingkiller Chronicle)

Elan (Order of the Stick)

Raz'ul, Son of Daz'ul (BomBARDed)

Edward Chris von Muir (Final Fantasy IV)

Binary Bard (Poptropica)

Christian (Moulin Rouge)

The Bard (Shovel Knight)

Fflewddur Fflam (The Chronicles of Prydain)

Man with the Harmonica (Once Upon a Time in the West)

Kyoami/The Fool (Ran/King Lear)

Diedrich Knickerbocker (Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story)

Hannah Montana (Hannah Montana)

Bard the Bowman (The Hobbit)

Leliana (Dragon Age)

Sprig Plantar (Amphibia)

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

Neil Banging Out the Tunes (Tumblr)

The Muses (Disney Hercules)

Robinton (Pern)

Thistle/Sissel (Delicious in Dungeon)

Loquatius Seelie (Critical Role)

Cicero (Skyrim)

Michael Jackson (Real Life)

Oli/TheOrionSound (Empires SMP)

Megamind (Megamind)

The Onceler (The Lorax)

Mettaton (Undertale)

Gamzee Makara (Homestuck)

William Shakespeare (Real Life)

William Shakespeare (Something Rotten)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Classicaloid)

William Shamspeare (Ace Attorney)

Marceline the Vampire Queen (Adventure Time)

Brook (One Piece)

Gerard Way (Real Life)

Sea Hawk (She-Ra and the Princess of Power)

Snufkin (Moomin)

Frank Sinatra (Real Life)

Lias "Cliff" Bluestone (Discworld)

Rick Astley (Real Life)

Alan-a-Dale (Robin Hood)

Essi Daven (The Witcher)

Lúthien Tinúviel (The Silmarillion)

Stefen (The Heralds of Valdemar)

Roman Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Remus Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Bard (Crypt of the Necrodancer)

Kass (Legend of Zelda/Breath of the Wild)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies)

Miss Piggy (The Muppets)

Nydas Okiro (Critical Role)

Charlie Pace (Lost)

Dob the Half-Orc Bard (Oxventure)

Kitagra (Kings of the Wyld)

Kaylie Shorthalt (Critical Role)

Father Gabriel (The Mission)

Gabrielle the Battling Bard (Xena: The Warrior Princess)

Haer'Dalis (Baldur's Gate)

Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage!)

Tom Bombadil (The Lord of the Rings)

Sylvando (Dragon Quest 11)

Steve McKenzie/Jester (Galavant)

Gieve (The Heroic Legend of Arslan)

Jaskier/Dandelion (The Witcher)

Kubo (Kubo and the Two Strings)

Guiliastes/Gui (1/2 Prince)

Rocky (Lackadaisy)

Asmodean (Wheel of Time)

Neil Cicierega/Lemon Demon (Real Life)

Kermit the Bard (Tales of Tinkerdee)

The Pied Piper (The Pied Piper of Hamelin)

Venti (Genshin Impact)

Sir Robin's Minstrels (Monty Python and the Holy Grail)

Oscar Wilde (Rusty Quill Gaming)

Franz Liszt (Classicaloid)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Puss in Boots (Shrek)

Freddie Mercury (Real Life)

Hoid/Wit (Cosmere)

Noise (Roleslaying with Roman)

The Amazing Devil (Real Life)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Rickety Stitch (Rickety Stitch and the Gelatinous Goo)

Ron Stampler (Dungeons & Daddies)

Thancred Waters (Final Fantasy XIV)

Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Jack Black (Real Life)

Scanlan Shorthalt (Critical Role)

Éile (The Witcher: Blood Origin)

Hap Gladheart (Realm of the Elderlings)

Alastair Nobledrifter (Saving Throw - DnD Podcast)

Maglor (The Silmarillion)

Bill & Ted (Bill & Ted)

DJ Cadence (Club Penguin)

Imp Y Celyn (Discworld)

Bard Otter (The Last Dragonlord)

Yara of Nowhere, the Wandering Bard (A Practical Guide to Evil)

Dorian Storm (Critical Role)

Maria von Trapp (The Sound of Music)

Demyx (Kingdom Hearts)

Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan (Tales of Arcadia: Wizards)

Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit)

BMO (Adventure Time)

[vickozone]

The Magnus Archives

-S3 Notes-

WAY MORE NOTES

More fanart is definitely coming soon.

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Handwriting translated below:

#81 childhood neurodivergent trauma. I like Georgie already. … I… didn’t like this episode very much. It reminds me too much of myself…

#82 Elias has the eye powers

#83 “The Stranger.” Circus and delivery service seem to theme. But, how?

#84 Martin is filling in for Jon, old “graveyard”, Melanie is archival assistant?

#85 “The Spiral”, someone isn’t not existing, Georgie is going on a date.

#86 The blanket never did anything, Jon spills some tea.

#87 Sebastian was so oblivious that Megan had to invite him back to notice something was up. [what an icon] Also, mentions of the lightless flame, the stranger, and some weird ritual. Jude Perry even needed to show up!

#88 The calliope is GONE. DIG. Martin really got into that statement and I do not trust Daisy one bit.

#89 Perry is The Desolation and Jon’s hand is TOTALLY singed off

#90 Jared is a bodybuilder and a butcher? He’s the Barbie of TMA. Also, strong women.

#91 Just as quick as he came, Michael Crew, [avatar of?] The Vast, is dead. Daisy is strangling Jon and we learn he can make people speak. AAAA NOT HIS THROAT!

#92 Elias confesses to killing Gertrude and Jurgen, Basira now works at the institute, “Hunt” is associated with Daisy, Jon is so mentally and physically unwell, and more details about the avatars.

#93 Admiral, delivery service, Georgie learns the truth, “Jonathan Sims, are you trying to save the world?”

#94 Georgie talks about her own experiences with death

#95 Martin reads statement regarding 2nd World War. He cares for Jon… a lot…

#96 Breekon and Hope backstory, and Daisy/Jon interview Sarah Baldwin

#97 “ELIAS, WHAT IS MY METAPHORICAL PIT?!” Also, Nikola Orsinov is that stranger chic.

#98 Maxwell, sandman, and Mel is new to poisoning people.

#99 The buried, Michael used to work for Gertrude, Jon is moving out and he got kidnapped— HOW MANY TIMES IS HE GONNA GET HURT?! (HIS LAST NAME IS SHELLEY?! 🥺)

#100 This is so hard to listen to. This literally hurts my brain.

#101 Michael. He… IT shares its statement. Gertrude created Michael. It got sucked through its own door, making way for… Helen Richardson. “He trusted her.” (I feel I am being too tame. MICHAEL IS DEAD?!)

#102 Jon + Mel planning to kill Elias right in front of him, Jon spoke French, more bugs.

#103 Demon pig

#104 If Tim dies… oh, he’s so hurt…

#105 Jon goes to china, The End mentioned, he is rather oblivious.

#106 The space and vast, also Melanie + Basira are shipping Martin and Jon. Stoppp! Also, Elias is pure evil. Jon is also ace.

#107 Jon travels the world, meets murderer’s daughter and vampire hunter! Power trio!

#108 “The world’s a stage…” + PETER LUKAS, MY BOY

#109 More of the trio and how they met. Mustermann just needs some quiet lol

#110 creepy spider movie director. Martin finds a way to distract Elias. ALEXIA. YOU GO!

#111 GERRY! NO! Also, there’s 14 fears. This episode is legit one of the most important.

#112 Friends take turns killing one another, and Barisa + Daisy are… friendly

#113 Gertrude knew Adelard, The End avatar, and Martin needs to keep his hands to himself! “TURN IT OFF!” 😰

#114 Hill Top Road cleaner, and we are off to blow a place up! :D

#115 yo. It’s the antique guy. Also, Helen is nothing like Michael… she’s… pure, somehow?

#116 This was the most confusing thing I’ve ever heard. I’m killing Leitner again if Tim dies.

#117 They all give their statements before The Unknowing. Tim… oh, Martin is so gay and Gerard is gone…

#118 I actually cried. Martin, you sweet boy, you don’t deserve this— WHAT IS HAPPENING!? NAH! NOPE!

#119 16 MINUTES OF PURE CONFUSION. I CAN’T EVEN START IMAGINING A SETTING! Kaboom.

#120 Tim is… dead. Lukas is in charge and Jon is in the hospital. (I need to lie down)

[honeythispodcast]

hi! i just listened to your affect theory episode and it reminded me so much of this beautiful review i read of my mcr show, and i wanted to share it! it so totally understood my experience of the show, as one of the 'fervently-devoted fans' up front, and it was really touching to have that understood from the perspective of an 'outsider'. this is the link to the full article in rolling stone australia, by conor lochrie (https://au.rollingstone.com/music/music-live-reviews/my-chemical-romance-auckland-concert-review-45753/) but here is the section that i loved: '[For] all of their rock opera magnificence and exquisite conceptual brilliance, what, I think, really makes My Chemical Romance a generational band is the sense of intrinsic and invaluable community. At Tāmaki Makaurau’s Outerfields on Saturday night, that was there for all to see: a mass of worshippers arrived passionately but patiently, mostly gathered, unsurprisingly, in black garments, waiting to offer adoration to four people who meant the world to them.

And “waiting” was what they’d really had to do, with Saturday’s concert taking place after several years of COVID-induced delays. Many fans went so far as to camp outside the venue 24 hours before the concert in order to secure the best view. It’s a narrative that again lends itself to some semblance of “spirituality”, for many of the people I spoke to had approached the Outerfields site from the breadth and depth of Aotearoa. One girl, who later disappeared into the huddled masses near the front of the stage, described arriving on a flight from Christchurch that very morning alongside several dozen other MCR acolytes, all already wearing their concert clothing despite the youthfulness of the day. 

Huge screens beside the stage urged the crowd to treat everyone beside them with kindness, but it was a superfluous message, because this was thousands of people united by a shared purpose. Again, one is loath to use the word “spiritual”, but on Saturday night, as soon as Gerard Way took to the stage, he occupied the role of leader, healer, idol, whatever form each person in the crowd needed him to take.

He performed both within and outwith himself, silent at intervals, a shrieking mess during songs, a wholly unblushing artist committed to everything he was doing. On such a massive stage, in front of such an expectant crowd, Way’s way didn’t feel ingratiating; instead, this was a man seized by his music, overwhelmed by his mission. ...

I stood in the middle of the crowd as it all unfolded, behind what I thought were the truly fervently-devoted fans (a lesson from my late Catholic grandmother: always sit in the back at church if you know the people in front need it more than you) and ahead of those probably there for just a good time. Where I stood, looking at people of all ages on the verge of tears, singing lyrics like their life depended on it, I felt pangs of regret, visions of teenage years that could have been so much different if pretension and cultural constriction hadn’t forcibly collided. 

But mostly – I promise – I felt happier for those around me who had waited so long for this moment, and who would never forget this Saturday night. Because, really, it could be an inordinate amount of time until My Chemical Romance perform in Aotearoa again, even if the band themselves will still exist in the minds of those at Outerfields for a while longer: “How wrong we were to think / That immortality meant never dying”.'

I (EJ) remember reading this article when it came out. It kicked my ass then and it kicks my ass now. Absolutely gorgeous incredible music journalism that really honors the fanbase.

We talk more about this at 1:04:06 in the new episode!

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

So I tried to do this poll with my original Top Ten Performances of Music of the Night post, but I think I set it for a day instead of a week, so let's try this again!

THESE ARE MY TOP TEN FAVORITE PERFORMANCES of Music of the Night

10. Paul Stanley

I mean of course I'm fascinated by Paul Stanley's whole Phantom saga, so of course he's in here. He's far from the most technically proficient, he struggles with the high notes, but he really does a good job otherwise, and I have to admire his moxy.

09. Brent Barrett

Emphatic and sexy with compelling body language. So underrated.

08. Howard McGillin

Spectral, resonant and controlled; a legend.

07. Hugh Panaro

Hugh is one of those that I feel like is a pre-requisite in a top ten list. My favorite thing is how he plays heavily on the phantom's fascination with Christine, and not solely on making her fascinated by him

06. Michael Crawford

Another prerequisite. He's ghostly, coaxing; the OG OG. The man who said, "No I want them to be able to see how lustfully he's touching her in the back row. I need to show more skin: make my sleeves shorter." This man understood the assignment and he set the tone and God bless him for it.

05. Anthony Warlow

The original Sydney Phantom, another beautifully strong, clear vocal quality. He has a very old-fashioned style of singing, I think which has a particular charm. If I had to name a fault it would be that he is quite theatrical, which I don't mind, though I tend to prefer an understated phantom. He never undersells a single line. I think his phantom is one of the most "hopeless romantic" interpretations. A particular standout for me is how he conveys that Christine's reluctance tries his patience, but he holds it together and his "touch me, trust me" is beautifully reassuring, while many phantoms choose to portray lust or longing in this moment, his is an appeal for understanding which is very attractive in its own way.

04. Ben Lewis

The power! The gravitas! Ben Lewis is truly one of the greatest blessings in PotO history and his high note? Off the charts. Also, since this is the whole first lair, I just want to say that this is one of my favorite versions of "Stranger than You Dreamt It" I've ever heard.

03. Ted Keegan

Refreshingly sharp and clean. I just love how powerful he is without being overpowering. He's strong, sensual and smooth. *sigh* ~,~ If only he caught her...

02. Earl Carpenter

So pleading, so gentle--holy hell I love Earl so much. Watch him show Erik's inner struggle with his desire for contact and his fear of his deformity throughout this entire scene! Watch him think to himself "Yes, let her touch you! Why shouldn't you?" And then lose his nerve at the last moment! I could go on for hours. Find me a sweeter Phantom. Go ahead.

01. John Owen-Jones

Without a doubt in my mind THE strongest vocal performer in this role. I just love to hear him booming out in his great, Welsh way. He strikes an exquisite balance between his acting and his singing. His vibe in general is amazing, like he really leans into the idea that he's been Christine's teacher as much as her muse. He has guided her through music and he wishes to be her guide into romance as well, and that manifests in every aspect of his performance. Such as the fact that he doesn't walk away from Christine for the second verse, so he's leaning close when he sings "Let your spirit start to soar" and almost always gestures with his hand over her diaphragm. If I'm completely honest, he's the only Phantom (except perhaps Michael Crawford or Gerard Butler) that I can actually imagine giving Christine singing lessons. So few actually inhabit this music obsessed weirdo like JOJ does.

[transsexualhamlet]

ok girl this is for the thang. I know you haven't read yuumori in over a year but do liam for 13 & 23, hannibal for 20 & 27 n atsushi for 3 & 24 have fun!

answering this because i now have reblogged the ask game a second time... i forgor

ask game

Liam:

13. Your favorite friendship they have

Can I say him and Bond because I know they have barely spoken to each other in canon but in my mind they are besties and Bond tells Liam to "slay" and he gets all teary eyed and looks at his sword and bond is like IM SORRY

23. Future headcanon

Yeah the thing about this is that I'm not super caught up on the manga and the last chapter I read had barely started the current arc. So I'm not sure what's going on or what the situation even is but I sure do know the faggots live together. I think they just kind of safely fade into obscurity exactly how they want to except for when sherlock is a fucking attention whore but well, if they've made up their minds to live in fuckin america (sigh) when they're middle aged and prohibition is going on and there's a whole gay scene and everything I think they do VERY well for themselves. Liam will be just a well behaved little guy at the underground gay bar and sherlock will just drop "oh yeah liam used to kill people way back when it was pretty hot. you know how it is with [insert zodiac sign]" and twenty people and the drag king singing will go WHAT

Hannibal:

20. A weird headcanon

I think Hannibal gets invited to the Met Gala. Once. They do not appreciate his dedication to the craft and the theme by sewing a "flower suit" exclusively out of 1600s silks gotten by bribing museums and ethically sourced human skin from hospitals which is actively growing, you have to admit, really stunning flowers. They do not invite him again yet somehow this garners absolutely no suspicion

27. If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

I forgot this was for hannibal and was about to answer I would love to see liam meet light yagami because it would be HORRIBLE however this is in fact hannibal and I can actually be serious. god hmm. I honestly think I need to see him meet Melkor? It would be. A very interesting experience. I am imagining him smiling sitting cross legged at a fancy table inside of a comically large cage as Melkor studies him like a bug and watches as the bloodied and beaten corpses he shoves in get magically transformed into five course meals. Needless to say I think they would hit it off disgustingly well. And even if it didn't, Hannibal is just too hard to torture because he'll just be into it. Good situation for Hannibal no matter what like? Get to have a thoughtful correspondence with a spiteful, gory eldritch mass of a god for the low low price of Mairon poking at you like a dead animal a little bit

Atsushi:

3. A song that reminds me of them

Pinkish by Gerard Way and Sorry About Your Parents by Icon For Hire. The former because god. I really don't know how to explain it I have emotions. It's kind of about him and Akutagawa and it's kind of just about him and himself. And Sorry About Your Parents is just yeah that ones about Akutagawa lmao.

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

Atsushi once accidentally witnessed Dazai sucking Fyodor off and well. Couldn't bring himself to bring it to the attention of the ADA because well how fucking could you . How would you bring that up. He's decided he just needs to stay silent forever

[alexander-deserves-to-die]

Basement Artist

I find it laughable how hard you try

I'm sorry, I have to admit it

I just don't understand your reasoning

Your garbage is nothing but meaningless words

I even feel pathetic writing this

Cause I'm trying to be an artist

Of those who drown in a pool of blood and caffeine

Because even in this situation

The apocalypse seems to be a salvation

Maybe it doesn't mean anything to you

Light a cigarette in the early morning

Maybe it helps the pain and despair

A cup of coffee and a lemon pie

If you need to go back to the past

Because all my life I've been miserable

An immature, emo boy who cuts his wrists

Although before having a sexual life

I'd rather drown in an eternal existential crisis

Even if I want to keep my mind blank

I don't think this matters that much.

A miserable child, incoherent with himself

Who changes his mind quickly and his instability eats away at him

An anti-system who hates school and believes in anarchism

A stupid man with traumas, a son of a bitch who has no destiny

Honestly if I die in the pool of blood and caffeine

I would be happy to have lived my life

Because locked in the basement all day

It's how I want to spend all my time

Maybe crying for Gerard Way

Maybe singing Frank Iero songs

Seeing a shining ferris wheel in the distance

Copying the verse of a song

Hoping to find inspiration

One of those songs that make me cut my wrists

Painting pictures with everything and a sore wrist

Returning to my time as a photographer

Contemplating the beautiful night

Editing archived songs and videos

I thought I forgot about them

Creating memories left and right

Thinking about the past with my mind on the pale

Of the moon's reflection through my room

Lost in the fireworks

Feeling the cold air

That gives me signs that my life is passing

Without hesitation I think about what happens while I do what I would like

Painting pictures, collecting broken pieces

I don't care if it sounds pathetic and unrealistic

I'm just playing at being an artist.

-F.T.W.W.

[myalgicpierrot]

plain text: “We’re here to fight evil”

If "death rockers" My Chemical Romance say they're superheroes, then who is Blender to argue? We just don't remember Spider-man having so many problems with drink, drugs and swearing in front of kids. By Dorian Lynskey. Photography by Lego.

One day last August, Gerard Way boarded a plane to Japan with the gnawing conviction that he might not be coming back. Over the past year, the 27-year-old singer for the rock group My Chemical Romance had got it into his head that he had to be drunk to perform, and then needed Xanax to switch off his brain afterwards, and the combination was making him suicidally depressed. Way didn't like being suicidally depressed, so he'd often add cocaine to the mix. That's when his mood really got black. He spent the days before the flight saying goodbye to friends in New Jersey, just in case.

In Japan, Way spent all his time drunk. Before the final Tokyo show, he got so trashed on Heinekens and vodka tonics that he realized, even as he was performing, that he wouldn't be able to remember anything about it the next day. After he came off-stage he spent half an hour throwing up in a garbage can, until there was nothing coming up except bile. Tonight, he thought to himself, his hair caked with vomit, I've drunk my last drink.

"It was a vicious circle," he says matter-of-factly. "I needed it to function but it made me want to kill myself. It made me extremely unpredictable and dangerous to myself. I didn't want it to get to the point where it became like a VH1 Behind the Music where they show this really bad picture of me 30 pounds overweight, throwing up on the floor in Berlin. I didn't want that to happen to this band."

Way's cold-turkey flight back to the band's home of Belleville, New Jersey, was excruciating- almost 7,000 miles of skin-crawling, sweat-soaked willies. "I got really emotional outside the airport when we landed. I didn't know if I was going to see these guys again." He went straight to his therapist and booked into Alcoholics Anonymous, knowing that in the same week My Chemical Romance had to replace their drummer, film a video and start their tour. And you thought you'd had a hard week at work. "We got through the hard shit," says Way. "This is the easy part." /

Any fears last summer that My Chemical Romance were going to implode into obscurity were knocked flat by their swaggering teen-dysfunction anthem "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)." Inspired by the high school experiences of Way and his friends, it delivers angst-rock verities with a knowing wink, not to mention the kind of melody that ignites careers. The tongue-in-cheek video, filmed in the same L.A. high school as Donnie Darko, depicted MCR as proudly geeky misfits. It was a role that didn't require much rehearsal.

Way calls My Chemical Romance's music "death rock." Others have tagged it goth punk or emo. Some endearing individuals have overcome genre confusion by simply calling MCR faggots. "Our guitarist Frank met somebody who said, 'How do you feel when people stop liking your band because they find out you're gay?'" says Way, curling his lip with pointed amusement.

To the more meat-headed members of the Warped tour fraternity, some eyeliner and the occasional ambivalent lyric (in "You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison." Gerard sings "I'll kiss your lips again" to a male character) are too much to process, but Way hopes MCR can change a few minds.

"We've always tried to switch the way people think about rock bands," he says. "That [lyric] puts a dividing line between people. Are you on our side and you want to be different or are you on that side and you want to throw a football at my head?" Only a morbid former comic-book artist from blue-collar New Jersey could have hatched a band as toughly unorthodox as My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way writes the songs with his bandmates— his bassist brother Mikey Way, guitarists Ray Toro and Frank Iero, and new drummer Bob Bryar— but the vision is all his. He illustrates the record sleeves and defines their image. Recently he chose matching shirts, ties and armbands for the band to wear in the video for "Helena," taking enormous care not to resemble (a) the Hives or (b) the Nazis.

Most important, he's the one who assembled the band back in late 2001, when September 11 jolted him out of his rut as a struggling illustrator. On their 2002 debut album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, and last year's Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, MCR yoke the thunder of punk to the black humor of Morrissey, Nick Cave and Tom Waits, and blaze with purpose.

"There are bands that are in it for the wrong reason, polluting the airwaves and filling their own pockets." Gerard growls. "Or just saying, Oh I wanna be a rock star. Right. You've got a lot of kids following you. What are you saying to them?"

So what are MCR saying? He's ready for this one. "We're saying it's OK to be messed up. There's other people just like you. And if we stick together we'll get through this."

—

When Gerard was still working in comic books, his favorite creation was The Amazing Goffo Brothers, Piano Movers Extraordinaire. A black comedy set in a creepy, anonymous city, it was a metaphor for the relationship between him and his younger brother, Mikey.

Despite their age difference (Gerard is 27; Mikey is 24), the Way brothers wore matching outfits as children. Today, the Ways arrive at a Midtown Manhattan restaurant wearing identical black jackets, but that's the only visible similarity. With his blood-red tie, ink-black hair and snow-pale skin, Gerard looks part Jack White, part Edward Scissorhands, and sounds as if he's been hanging out at the Bada Bing! club. His stick-thin sibling, meanwhile, wears oblong-framed glasses and the kind of candy-striped wool hat favored by fourth-graders and fashion stylists. He has the most extraordinary laugh: a shrill, girlish giggle that causes waiters to turn their heads.

They grew up in the predominantly Italian-American town of Belleville, in Sopranos country— the Pizzaland restaurant glimpsed in the show's opening credits is a few blocks from the house they still live in with their auto-mechanic dad and hairdresser mom. In Jersey, says Gerard, "There's a 99% chance you're not going to do anything with your life." Mikey yelps with pretend outrage.

"Well, 90%, maybe," his brother concedes in a deadpan drawl. "Every time I come back to Jersey, it's ready to put its tentacles all over me and suck me right back in. If I'm home for more than three weeks, I forget I'm in a band. I start to fill out applications for supermarkets.”

Is there anything good about the Garden State?

"I think it gives you a bleak outlook on life, which is awesome," says Mikey, cackling. "It gives you an edge. When you're from Jersey, people act like you're from Rikers."

Gerard nods. "Sometimes all we have to do is get up there, make some feedback and say, 'Yeah we're from Noo Joisey,' and then hit 'em like a bomb. People are like, 'Hey, I don't want to get beat up!'"

After high school, Gerard studied art and Mikey drifted his way through college: "I thought college was a place you went to find people to be in a band with."

Sometimes they played in bands together, but Gerard was more committed to becoming an artist, which was proving to be a disheartening process. When he eventually quit, his big project was a magic cartoon chimp called Breakfast Monkey. "I was doing bullshit," he shrugs.

After September 11, Gerard wrote his first song, "Skylines and Turnstiles," and played it to an old friend, drummer Matt Pelissier. Pelissier knew a guitarist called Ray Toro. "They played me their one song / and I was jumping around the attic and headbanging," says Toro, a genial, frizzy-haired film buff with a caricature of Alfred Hitchcock tattooed on his left arm. "Gerard sounded really sincere about wanting to start something real. That's what made me excited."

The members of My Chemical Romance aren't especially weird— it's not like any of them collect skulls or serial-killer memorabilia— but they all grew up with reasons to feel like outsiders.

Toro was a shy kid with an overprotective mother. Instead of going out with friends, he'd stay at home playing guitar to Iimi Hendrix or Metallica. Guitarist Frank lero suffered from bronchitis and ear infections and was ill almost constantly until the fifth grade. He was raised by his mom after she split from his dad, a musician who worked on records by John Lennon and Kiss. "I'm in the family music industry," he says. "My dad would ask me how school was, but mostly it was, 'When are you going to start playing?'"

Jazz-trained drummer Bob Bryar was an Illinois kid "who took apart radios and stuff and then tried to put them back together and realized they didn't work." He has a dark sense of humor that can sometimes come off as surliness. "I get these urges to fuck off sometimes," he says. "I find it hard to entertain myself."

Bryar befriended the rest of the band in 2003, when he was a soundman for the Used, whom My Chemical Romance were supporting. When relations with Pelissier deteriorated, he stepped in. The new lineup had just two days to practice before their next tour.

"I haven't relaxed in a long time," sighs Iero. "I look forward to that. I'd like to take a step back and look at some newspaper clippings."

—

The next morning, the sky is the color of a dirty washbowl and it's being emptied on New Jersey. Brian Schechter, My Chemical Romance's manager, taps at his cellphone as he steers his car through the damp, gray streets to pick up the Ways. We collect Mikey first.

"Did you see that MTV.com head-line?" he asks, still wearing his striped hat. "MCR Aim for Smashing Pumpkins Status.' It was out of context, but it's OK. It makes people think it's possible."

The band's destination is Philadelphia's Theatre of Living Arts. A local radio station held a competition between high schools to raise the most food for homeless shelters, the prize being an exclusive My Chemical Romance show. Considering the audience will be as young as 13, some adjustments need to be made. "We should probably have a PG show tonight," says Schechter. "We didn't do a show for charity just for Gerard to call them a bunch of motherfuckers."

It's a forlorn hope. "Put your fucking hands together!" cries Gerard within minutes of stepping onstage. In a black-velvet suit, red tie and black armband, he struts across the stage, wagging his finger to the lyrics or spraying mouthfuls of water over the front rows, while his band compress punk, metal, goth and glam into furiously concise pop songs. When he introduces "Headfirst for Halos" as "a song about suicide," you can almost feel the ripples of concern from the adult chaperones lurking around the edges of the room.

However, even they can't resist tapping a toe to "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)." Last night MCR played it on The Late Show With David Letterman. Tonight they're playing it to a couple hundred Philadelphia high school kids. Letterman was a highlight of their career to date, but it's here that the song makes most sense. "I didn't do my usual thing, where I compare high school to prison," protests Gerard later, sucking on a cigarette in a dimly lit backstage office. He admits he can see how people might get the wrong idea about MCR. "Journalists usually portray us as a fucked-up, dark, vampire, alcoholic rock band. Until they meet us."

Although he's got the charisma and the goth pinup looks to be an angst-rock martyr, Gerard seems too grounded to play the feel-my-pain card. Maybe it's the Jersey in him. Even when he talks about his therapist (a "rad guy" who turned him on to Brian Eno), he's pragmatic.

"If you're in this band, you're in it for the right reasons," Gerard declares. "You're not in it for money or fame. You're in it to do some good. Becoming more popular, it's like people are granting us superpowers and we have to use them to fight evil."

Is that the comic books talking?

"Oh yeah," he says, his grin a pearly sliver in the gloom. "We're like the Doom Patrol."

—

You from Joisey? I'm from Joisey! My Chemical Romance are but the latest stars to emerge from the swamps of the garden state… By Steve Kandell Martha Stewart: What Exit? 150 (Garden State Parkway) Bada-Bing! The home-decorating wingpin learned everything about tea cozies and insider trading as a child in suburban Nutley. TELLTALE SIGN OF JERSEYNESS: Conspiracy? Obstruction of justice? Multiple indictments? You can take the girl outta Jersey, but… John Travolta: What Exit? 71 (Rt. 95) Bada-Bing! Don't let the Malibu estates and the Scientology mumbo jumbo fool you: Travolta's straight outta Englewood. TELLTALE SIGN OF JERSEYNESS: A lifetime of breathing toxic Jersey air prepared him well for The Boy in the Plastic Bubble. Aaron Burr: What Exit? 15 (NJ Turnpike) Bada-Bing! Thomas Jefferson's Newark born vice-president killed his archival Alexander Hamilton during a duel in Weehawken in 1804. TELLTALE SIGN OF JERSEYNESS: Only a veep from Essex County would handle a political beef Tony Soprano-style. Buzz Aldrin: What Exit? 148 (Garden State Parkway) Bada-Bing! The second man to set foot on the moon was born and raised in Montclair. TELLTALE SION OF JERSEYNESS: No one better illustrates the lengths to which some people will go just to escape N.J. Shaquille O'Neal: What Exit? 15 (NJ Turnpike) Bada-Bing! Before becoming the NBA's most dominant center and starring in Kazaam Shay grew up– way up– in Newark. TELLTALE SIGN OF JERSEYNESS: Shaq recently warned former teammate Kobe Bryant that charging the lane against him might result In physical unpleasantness. He sure didn't learn the art of the threat from playing in Orlando.

Photo captions: Makeup by Andie Markoe-Byrnes for Kiehl's. Left to right: Tank by Calvin Klein. Shirts by Nautica. Pants by Dickies. Boots by Dr. Martens. My Chemical Romance (left to right): Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Bob Bryer. "Just dial 1-800-CRAZY-CULT." My Chemical Romance are sponsored by Tie Rack. Martha with a present for her cellmate, "Big Irma." Aaron Burr. And that's his good side!

[transcription note: page breaks indicated by "/" and section brakes indicated by "—". Text on pages 92, 94, and 95.]

blender, april 2005

words: dorian lynskey photos: ray lego / ethan miller

[punk-o-ween]

literally my only way to cope w life atp is pretending gerard made hesitant alien for me bc im insane for space/galatic things and we actually worked on the album together and some songs were made about me 😔

[bindtorturekillme]

Your Eyes, Vacant & Stained

Ch.6 - 3k

Pairing: Frank Iero x Gerard Way

"Hey!" Charlotte had popped up from behind the main counter making Frank jump a little. "Oh, I'm sorry! I hope you liked breakfast." She could not look Frank in the eyes.

"What're you doing back there?" He moved towards the desk, and she looked more nervous.

"Well, we keep the keys for anyone who comes here to valet for them, but they're all locked in this safe." She banged on the safe door with a golf club that looked modified.

Warnings 

Gore, Death, Murder, WORK-IN-PROGRESS, not completed (and chapters unknown) but I know the ending, trust me guys I will write it, I just need people to love this idea with me, Zombies, Gay, mcr??

Support my AO3 with part six otherwise, enjoy ♥

Chap.1 | Chap.2 | Chap.3 | Chap.4 | Chap.5 | Chap.7 | Chap.8 | Chap.9 | Chap. 10 |

The sun dragged Frank's eyes open again, sleeplessness yanked at the growing bags as he felt like no sleep was enough. But when he looked around, the room was empty besides him. Muffled sounds floated in occasionally from far away, outside the door as he covered his head again and turned over attempting to get more sleep.

Sorely interrupted by the door swinging open and Gerard's voice yelling, "Goooooood morning!" in a sing-song voice. Frank was unable to suppress his groan, but the enticing smell of a hot breakfast piqued his interest, making him peak out from under the blanket.

A wide grin was plastered over Gerard's face while Frank showed the complete opposite. Frank groaned louder and covered his face again.

"Oh, come on, Charlotte warmed it up for us and it was great." The hot smell of eggs and bacon floated into Frank's nose making his mouth water. "Plus, you never know when we're gonna get food this good again."

"You guys ate without me..?" Gerard's smile faded quickly.

"Well... I felt bad waking you." He shrugged; Frank continued to stare at him from under the blanket. "Come on, I basically made you breakfast in bed." Gerard made his way through the room to squat in front of Frank. "It's good, I promise." Frank didn't move for some time, but the smell of food made his stomach growl louder than he expected causing him to blush. Gerard's smile came back. "Come on, I promise it's good."

Frank huffed but pushed himself up and took the plate, shoving a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth. Then another, Gerard continued to squat and smile at him. "Do you want a bite?" Frank asked between mouthfuls of food, Gerard chuckled.

"No, I'm just glad to see you eating. We're going to need all the strength we can get before we go and check those cars in the lot."

"Where's everyone else?"

"Well, the girls are collecting the small stash of bullets for the guns they have, Ray has taken to the golf clubs and is making them heavier to smash things better, Mikey's wrapping his bat with some barbed wire they found downstairs-"

"There's a downstairs?" Frank had gone through all of his eggs and was crunching loudly on the bacon.

"Well, yeah, where did you think they store all the balls and extra shit?" Frank just shrugged, mauling the rest of his bacon. "And the girls are helping them. Ray gave them his bat for three of their clubs. He's really excited to 'play golf with their heads now'." Gerard air quoted while laughing. "If you have a preferred weapon of choice I'd suggest looking around for it now before we get going."

Frank thought for a minute, Gerard took his plate from him and stood up. "I'll let you get dressed and everything, I'll go throw this in the kitchen for you. Hopefully the keys to one of those RV's is still here. It would be nice to take some of these pre-made meals with us, so they don't go to waste." Gerard left before Frank could reply. He sat there thinking over the craziness of the past few days.

Scarlet and Charlotte seemed trustworthy enough, it’s not like we can just leave them here to defend themselves... In a world full of zombies, how can we not trust the only other living beings around? Frank sat for a long time mulling it over in his mind, surprised at himself for not questioning the trustworthiness of everyone sooner. What the fuck else am I supposed to do without them, I guess...

Eventually he got out of bed and changed his clothes, thankful again for that final shower he got before leaving his hotel room. He hadn't started to smell yet but wondered how many more days he could go without another one. Or how long it's been since the guys had taken one... He pushed the thought away and slung his bag over his shoulder, heading out into the main lobby. The front doors had been propped open and he saw Mikey and Ray sitting on the truck bed admiring their new weapons, Scarlet sat on the pavement near them looking relaxed.

"Hey!" Charlotte had popped up from behind the main counter making Frank jump a little. "Oh, I'm sorry! I hope you liked breakfast." She could not look Frank in the eyes.

"What're you doing back there?" He moved towards the desk, and she looked more nervous.

"Well, we keep the keys for anyone who comes here to valet for them, but they're all locked in this safe." She banged on the safe door with a golf club that looked modified. Frank was glad they were not relying on just guns, especially after Gerard said their ammo stash was small. "I've tried a few combos, but nothing had worked so I've been looking for it being written on a notepad or something."

"What kind of safe is it?" Frank tried to peak over the counter but was not able to see it. Charlotte motioned for him to come around the desk and squatted to the ground where the safe sat. "How did you work here and not know the passcode?" Frank squatted next to her and examined the buttons.

"Well neither of us were valets, and our boss was very paranoid, so no one knew the code except him and the valets."

"Damn, you weren't kidding when you said he was crazy before..." It was the usual electric safe you would see in any retail or restaurant, but it was clearly aged and had been used quite a bit. "What codes have you tried?"

"Well... all of his families’ birthdays, the date this place opened, his phone number minus the area code... I even tried these random numbers just to see if any of them worked." Charlotte waved a piece of paper in front of them, it seemed to be the numbers of the club members that attended the course.

Frank looked back at the keypad and ran his fingers over the keys, a few of the buttons were chipped and peeling. He pushed them in a random order, but the lock beeped loudly.

"What are you trying?" Charlotte looked just as confused as she sounded.

"Well, some of these numbers are clearly overused see," He fingered the plastic on the 3 and the 7, showing harsh cracks. "Which means the number has to have these five numbers used but with it being a five-digit code, figuring out what repeats and what order they're in is going to be the hard part..." Frank tried another random combination of the numbers and the lock buzzed loudly again.

"So... it has to have a three, seven, five, one, and zero?"

"Yup..." Frank tried again, the lock buzzed again. Charlotte stood up and walked away without saying a word. Welp, okay sure I'll just do this for you. He punched in another combo, and it buzzed again. "Ugh..." Frank groaned audibly, throwing his bag onto the countertop, and sitting down on the ground to become more comfortable.

Frank had tried three more combinations of the numbers, all causing the lock to buzz loudly and negatively at him. As he was ready to give up, Charlotte walked back in and beside him, dropping to the floor to sit too. Gerard followed close behind her. "Heard you guys have a lock problem."

"Yeah, I'm running out of combinations to guess so I'm sure I'll get it..." Frank tried another, but it just buzzed at him again.

"Hang on, let me try this quick." Charlotte scooted closer and Frank moved out of her way. In a swift movement, Charlotte punched in a combination Frank had not tried, and the safe beeped happily. The lock disengaged and she yanked open the door to show numerous rows of keys on different hook levels on each shelf. Charlotte smiled proudly at herself, Gerard was leaning over the counter, this was the first time he had taken his eyes off of Frank.

"Nice! How'd you figure it out?" Charlotte whipped out a sheet of paper and showed it to Frank. It looked like a large batch recipe for an egg-based breakfast, the number she tried had been the number of how many people the recipe would serve.

"I have never seen a recipe that could feed over a thousand people, how did you even figure it out?" Charlotte had both of her arms digging through the keys inside when Frank asked.

"Well, we used to do this all-day breakfast event where people could come as early as four A.M. to get food, or as late as like... midnight, I think sometimes one even if it was a busy night. Anyways, this was the dish that would be prepared that day, usually it would take the whole day prepare it all and make it, but it was our bosses favorite, which is why we had a breakfast day in the first place. It was a cheap meal that we could make cheaply, and old people loved it. The zero threw me off because the recipe only serves over a thousand but DUH, the zero came first!" She yanked out a few keys, her mouth holding the biggest smile Frank had seen on her. "Oooooh, I so hope one of these RV's has a shower."

"There's no showers in this whole building?" Gerard spoke, Charlotte and Frank had almost forgotten he was still here. But Charlotte laughed.

"He was a cheapskate! He thought allowing his team to shower at work would be a waste of water, especially with how much water the kitchen would use. He once yelled at them for using 'too much' water because the re-fried beans he was ordering required water in order to be made. We stopped offering re-fried beans after that." Frank laughed at this.

"Good lord, this guy sounds insane. Good job, Charlotte, I don't think any of us would've been able to figure that out." Charlotte's face turned red, and she began stammering a thank you out as Ray, Mikey, and Scarlet all walked back into the lobby talking loudly to each other. Frank and Charlotte stood up to greet them.

"Hey Frank! Any luck on the safe, Charlotte?" Ray asked sweetly, leaning over the counter just as Gerard was. Without saying a word, Charlotte spilled the keys onto the counter causing Ray and Scarlet to cheer for her. Mikey even cracked a smile, which surprised Frank.

"How'd you figure it out?!" Scarlet sounded astonished.

"Well, honestly I wouldn't have been able to if Frank didn't investigate the buttons first. But this," she pulled the recipe sheet out again and placed it on the table.

"A recipe for... Eggs, toast, and baked beans? Sounds very... Brit'ish." Ray mocked in an English accent.

"Oh! Breakfast day!" Scarlet got cozy next to Ray on the counter to look over the sheet. Ray stood still as stone. "What number was it?" Scarlet was using her finger to scan all the different numbers on the sheet as Charlotte dropped her finger onto the amount it served, and Scarlet's mouth dropped open. "No. Way. We would've literally NEVER guessed that."

"I KNOW. He might've been a dick, but he was smart sometimes, I guess." Charlotte left the recipe on the counter and moved back down to the safe. "There's a few more RV keys in here, but I know there's only three out in the gated lot."

"Oh, we scouted behind the fence while we were out there," Scarlet backed off of Ray as he started telling his story. "There were a ton more in the back lot, outside the gate obviously, and we saw some parked around the front on the road, Scarlet mentioned sometimes people would park there if they weren't planning on staying long."

"That's true," Charlotte said as she popped back up with a handful of keys again. "We should definitely check those ones before we go to the back lot, did it look infested?"

"No more than the green is." Ray continued. "Which, I assume, will be easy to avoid?" He held his breath as he waited for one of the to reply. Scarlet and Charlotte glanced at each other.

"I mean... We can avoid the green, but it's not like the back lot is fenced in, so there's a higher chance of it being more dangerous if we get loud." Charlotte replied and shrugged. "As long as we have these keys, I think we can avoid any loud noises or anything that might attract them to us."

"We are all still pretty dirty so I doubt any of them would notice our scent." Scarlet added. Frank kept his mouth shut, he had changed out of his bloody clothes, but didn't look as clean as he truly was, especially since he had narrowly avoided most of the fighting since meeting Gerard.

"Welp, we will see about that won’t we?" Gerard banged on the counter and stood up straight, Mikey had made his way to stand by him. "Now that we have the keys, I think we're ready to go searching, yeah?" He looked around at everyone.

"Um..." Frank spoke up now. "Actually, I still need to get a better weapon. Preferably something longer than that wrench I was using." Frank had left the wrench on the floor of the truck after the girls had go. He did not think much about what he would use instead, but he knew he was not comfortable using something as short as that.

"You can use my old bat?" Ray offered, pointing his thumb back to the trunk where it lay bare among the other bat and golf clubs that had all been upgraded to do more damage.

"The guns will be good as a longer weapon when we run out of ammo." Gerard suggested, shrugging. Everyone stared at him with a different phase of confusion on their face.

"Gee, you know eventually your gun is going to break if you keep using it like a bat." Mikey pointed out. Gerard shot him a scrunched look.

"Actually, I was going to look around and see if there’s maybe a fire axe in case of emergencies? Something with a sharp end would be cool, I don't want anyone else to have to hurt their hands upgrading another bat or something for me."

"Why wouldn't you do it yourself?" Mikey asked quickly, but Frank just shrugged.

"I don't really want to put in that effort." This made Scarlet and Charlotte laugh together. Frank smiled, but Mikey stayed stone-faced.

"We actually do have one! I never thought about that, it's downstairs with the clubs." Scarlet said.

"Why wouldn't it be up there? You probably wouldn't want to go downstairs when there's a fire going on, especially since the way down in right next to the kitchen which is literally probably the only room in this whole building that would set on fire." Scarlet and Charlotte shrugged together again.

"I remember when he ordered it," Scarlet started.

"Me too, but he never got it installed." Charlotte continued.

"Yeah, no he literally got it in, and it didn't come with the emergency box or whatever,"

"I literally remember him saying he wasn't going to pay more money for 'something that he would probably never use'." Charlotte air quoted.

"I remember that too! I mean, he never did use it but still..." Scarlet finished and the guys all stared for a moment. It almost scared them when the two of them got going back and forth.

"Well, I'll be the first to use it, can someone show me downstairs?" Frank poked in. Scarlet nodded enthusiastically and motioned for him to follow her as she turned on her heels and began walking to towards the kitchen. Frank scrambled to follow her as the rest of the group stayed and continued to talk about an action plan for when the two of them came back.

Eventually their talking became incoherent as they reached the kitchen, Scarlet took a sharp turn left down a hallway Frank had not noticed the previous night. The hallway was mostly empty, and relatively short, they reached a large metal door marked BASEMENT in just a couple of steps.

"Watch your step, there's no lights down here." Scarlet warned as she yanked open the door and pulled a tiny flashlight from her pocket to shine down the steps. The air was cold and dusty as they made their way down. The dusty was still stirring from when they came down earlier for the club. The metal door closed loudly behind them, making Frank jump.

"That doesn't lock behind us, right?" He asked nervously as he stayed close to her. She giggled at this.

"You are scared, aren't you? No, there's not even a lock on that door. The lack of lighting was our boss’s idea of a way to keep people out. And it worked, I don't think I've really ever seen anyone come down here, but you can probably tell from the amount of dust." Scarlet spoke through a few coughs that the dust caused as they walked through the basement. There were no windows so the darkness enveloped them quickly, making Frank constantly look behind him even though he could hardly see. He stuck close to Scarlet as she weaved them through shelves full of random golfing supplies, clothing, and cans of food.

In what seemed like the back corner of the entire basement, an unused fire axe sat upside down among huge bags full of golf balls. Frank got excited and grabbed it only to realize there was a very thick layer of dust that covered it. He peeled off the dust with his hand that he wiped on his pants, "Hold your breath." He warned Scarlet as he took a deep inhale; he watched as she did the same before banging the axe against the bags of golf balls. Dust flew up into the air and the two of them began to squint as the dust was irritating more than just their lungs. "It's not perfect, but I can spray it down in the kitchen, come on, let’s get out of here." Frank mumbled as he took a few steps away from the huge cloud of dust he just created.

The two made it back and up the stairs without a challenge. Frank did not realized Scarlet had held her breath the whole time and waited to breathe again once they got out into the hallway again. "Sorry, I thought it would clean it a little better." They examined the axe, it had significantly less dust on it than when they found it, but it looked as though there were a few layers just stuck to it from the lack of care.

"It's fine!" Scarlet seemed to be heaving a little, quite out of breath. "The kitchen has a giant sprayer at one of the prep sinks, it's by the veggie storage, I'll meet you back in the lobby?" Frank nodded and they went their separate ways once they reached the kitchen doors again. Frank had remembered seeing the giant sprayer but did not want to interrupt Scarlet, and he was thankful to have some time alone now.

He made his way through the kitchen, looking at everything again. He had never worked in food service or anywhere with a kitchen like this one, it amazed him a little to see such large kitchen appliances. Although he was the shortest in the group, minus now Charlotte, he did not feel tiny until he stood next to the refrigerators in this room. He made his way over the two giant sinks with a springing hose like faucet hanging over it. He dropped the axe in, blade down, and sprayed it with full force. The hose shook in his hand as he used the other to flip the axe over. It took some pressure, but the ace was clean, as he pulled the axe out, the wooden handle felt awful now that it was wet. I didn't even think about that, this is going to take forever to dry. Frank groaned at himself but shook the axe anyways and made his way back out into the lobby.

Everyone was still crowded around the counter; Mikey was now leaning against a wall behind Gerard and not participating in much of the conversation that just sounded like everyone talking over each other. Frank cleared his throat and got everyone's attention, hauling the axe over his shoulder.

"Who's ready to go raid some RV's?"

[sweetmusingss]

I scrunch up my nose cutely when hearing you say I could get a tattoo of our wedding date or our kids' names, it meaning so much to me that you clearly thought about a future with me too. It was hard to hide my smile or my blush after you said that. "I didn't do it, don't worry. I am too superstitious too but we're never breaking up so there's that," I smile softly at you. 'I love you means you're never ever getting rid of me.' I quote a lyric from Waitress, always singing the songs to you and it felt fitting in this moment. "I am really proud of you and I can't wait to read your novel, baby. I don't ever want to distract you from your writing. I can't wait to go to all the bookstores and buy so many copies of your book when you are some big, famous author," I sigh happily before looking up when the food came, eager to dig into what you ordered for me.

Seb smiled at you and nodded along even though he was far too superstitious to ever say anything like that out loud. He had dealt with his fair share of issues like that and now it just felt better to say nothing but he did love that you had the confidence to be so sure of your relationship. “I know you and my mom will be my number one fans. You two alone will go on all the websites and review my book and give it five stars so it somehow blows up when it doesn’t even deserve to.” He winks at you, knowing you and his mom would always say the book was good even if it was absolute garbage like he feared it was.

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Frank smirked back at you, tilting his head to the side a bit. "I mean, maybe in a cannibalistic way too.. Totally normal to feel that though, right?," he teased you, chuckling softly as he stared fondly back at you. "Sure, things can look PG rated on the outside but maybe not so much on the inside," he says softly to you, the alcohol making him a little more bold as he continued to stare intensely back at you.

Gerard looked back when he felt someone tapping his shoulder and he swallowed thickly when seeing what Kayleigh was looking at. He had gotten so involved in conversation with Gabe that he hadn't seen the two of you but you were both looking more cozy than ever. He didn't know what to do in this situation. He didn't know Kayleigh that well but she seemed like a sweet girl and he didn't want to worry her but she should be worried. He wasn't surprised Frank hadn't told her about you but now he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. "That's Renee. She's a musician too and they've been friends for a long time," he said, not wanting to be the one to tell her about your history but maybe it was time for Frank to be honest with her and himself.

“That’s never really been your strong suit, Frankie… controlling yourself when you start getting thoughts.” I smirk up at him, knowing he’d catch onto what I was talking about. Frank was so weak for me, at least he was back when we were together, and even the smallest thought of something inappropriate got to him. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to send you on the stage all hot and bothered because of your thoughts…” I had no idea where this sudden intense flirting had come from, but I couldn’t stop myself. Maybe it was because that stupid girl was here and I felt the need to mark and claim my territory… even though Frank wasn’t mine to claim anymore. But in an way, he’d always be mine. I’d always have this hold on him, he’d always be the weakest for me and I knew that. Just like I’d always be the weakest for him.

“Frank’s never mentioned her… but good to know.” She wasn’t a total idiot, she saw the way we were looking at one another. Frank wasn’t very forthcoming with information about his past, just knowing he was married once and it ended terribly and that he had an ex girlfriend who left suddenly and he barely made it out of that alive. He never mentioned either by name and Kayleigh couldn’t help but feel that maybe this Renee was one of them. “They look quite comfortable… how long have they been friends?”

[brett-is-afraid]

I need to just scream on here about MCR for a second. Feel free to ignore me. But Gerard making a song titled "Brother" for Mikey after he almost killed himself overdosing. And Gerard including the conversation where he found Mikey had almost died. And him just screaming and sobbing during it. Fucking kills me.

The lights we chase, the nights we steal. The things that we take to make us feel this. I can't go back, don't think I will.

Cause I believe that every night, there's a chance we can walk away. So, hold on tight.

Cause the nights don't last and we leave alone, will you drive me back? Can you take me home?

Remember when you and I would make things up? So many nights, just take me down to the place we can hear them play. I miss that sound 'cause now we don't sing so loud.

[xocasper]

Third Time’s the Charm

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader Summary: It’s been a while since you’ve spoken to Gerard, and you two are finally alone again. You take this opportunity to fulfill a promise from last time, and he tries his hand at oral. Part III to First Time for Everything. Warnings: NSFW content Tags: oral sex, riding, loss of virginity, mega virgin!gerard Word Count: 3105 A/N: I feel like I should be more vivid with warnings but I’m also incredibly lazy. Maybe I will, who knows. Also, I saw how I used to format dialogue and it made my head hurt. I have no idea why I put an entire paragraph after dialogue, but again, I’m lazy, so it’ll probably never get fixed. This was a pain in the ass to write because I am currently incapable of writing anything. Hopefully, this will subside, because as much as I hate forcing myself to write, I hate leaving you guys without content more. Enjoy!

Two weeks had passed since your night with Gerard, and you couldn’t be more grateful it was Friday. He had done an impressive job at avoiding you last time, only appearing for a few minutes to grab a snack from the kitchen before hiding away in the basement once more. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see you, but rather he could barely think about you without freezing up. Admittedly, he missed seeing you around, so a brief appearance wasn’t out of the question.

Despite how much Gerard had thought about you that day, you tried not to think about him, directing your focus to Mikey as he walked beside you, chatting away about some history project you were assigned. “It’s bullshit, you know? And it’s not like he’s assigning partner projects either.”

“Mhm, you only prefer partner projects so you can make me do all the work,” you teased, bumping your shoulder with his. He slung it around you, rolling his eyes.

“That’s not true! I help you,” he insisted, kicking pebbles off the pavement as you headed back to his house. “Remember our project on Alexander the Great?”

You scoffed, “That was freshman year, and as far as I can remember, you spent every class singing Iron Maiden to me.”

He couldn’t argue with that, bursting into a fit of giggles at the memory. You both knew that even if it wasn’t a partner project, you’d end up helping him out. It didn’t bother you though; some of your best times with Mikey were spent sprawled on his bedroom floor, tossing study guide paper airplanes at each other while The Smashing Pumpkins echoed around the room.

The rest of your walk was spent discussing stupid gossip in your friend group, Mikey making an occasional comment about how you should just drop them already. He stayed engaged the whole time though, huffing as you told him about a cheating scandal between two of the girls.

“I don’t see why you still hang out with them,” he said, shaking his head in disapproval. “Are Gerard and I not enough for you?”

You laughed as he feigned offense, playing it up for your amusement while you strolled up the driveway. “Gerard and I barely talk,” you lied. “Drag him out of the basement tonight and I’ll consider it.”

Mikey had no issue with this because he couldn’t stand the rest of your friends–they couldn’t stand him either, so it balanced out. He had enough about how they treated each other, and much preferred to bring Gerard around than listen to what they were saying to you this time.

The next two hours wasted away to the sound of a subpar horror movie and scattered chit-chat, Gerard still absent. You tried not to focus on it, grateful that Mikey hadn’t called you out earlier for asking to hang out with him. The last thing you needed was for him to grow suspicious of the two of you–Mikey was your best friend, and there was no way you could withstand an interrogation.

By the time Gerard walked in, Mikey had already run off to find a board game, looking for anything to keep himself busy. With the absence of his brother, Gerard just stood in the doorway, seemingly paralyzed as he watched you on the couch. He wasn’t sure what to say, or what to do, for that matter, eyes fixed on a sliver of exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up.

You looked up at him, waiting for him to speak, or at least come closer. His lips parted for a moment as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out. You stifled a laugh and beckoned him over, relieved as he joined you on the couch.

“Cat got your tongue, babe?” you asked him jokingly, watching a subtle blush creep up his cheeks as he rolled his eyes.

“Mikey didn’t leave you alone again, did he?” he asked, leaning back against the arm of the couch.

“Just for a minute,” you told him, his eyebrows raising in intrigue. Hesitantly, he slid closer to you, building his courage quickly to prevent being caught. He wasn’t quick enough though, his lips barely grazing yours before Mikey came sprinting down the hall.

“I found Monopoly!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as Gerard sprung back, sliding to the other side of the couch before Mikey came in. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost, mortified at the idea of getting caught with you, but Mikey didn’t notice as he dashed into the room.

“Hey, you wanna play with us?” he asked, already setting up the board before Gerard could make a decision. He nodded anyway, up for anything if it involved you. “Dad called while you were out, by the way. They’re not going to be home until later, some anniversary dinner for one of Mom’s friends.”

Gerard glanced at you as he processed the information–it was just going to be the three of you tonight. There wasn’t much you could do with Mikey in the house, but you would take what you could get.

You sat across from him, stolen glances more subtle that way. He could barely focus on the game, not that he cared–the sight of your concentration as you tried to beat Mikey was more entertaining. The way you chewed your bottom lip as you strategized, or how you ran your hand through your hair in thought made his mind cloud over, Monopoly turning to I Spy from how closely he watched you.

Despite his staring, he kept it PG–that was until you made it halfway across the board. He knew it was intentional when you leaned over to move your piece, your position giving him a perfect view down your shirt. You played innocent though, ignoring how he shifted when you sat up, focusing back on beating Mikey.

“You’re shit at this,” Mikey laughed, Gerard finally hitting bankruptcy after some of the worst financial decisions you’d ever seen. To be fair, it was your fault; you were a major distraction. He didn’t mind, of course, somewhat grateful that he could put all of his attention on you, rather than splitting it with capitalism.

The game continued with competitive banter, Gerard still planted on the floor, eyes never leaving you. Thankfully, Mikey hadn’t caught you checking out his brother yet, or at least hadn’t mentioned it. You weren’t sure who was winning anymore, not that you’d find out anyway. Monopoly came to a halt when the phone rang, Gerard reluctantly getting up to answer it.

“It’s Pete,” he said, hand covering the receiver for a moment. “He doesn’t sound too great.”

Mikey got up immediately, cursing as he rushed into the kitchen. Gerard shrugged as he walked back in, a bit concerned but appreciative for a moment alone with you.

“Are you really that bad at Monopoly?” you asked, making him laugh softly.

“I don’t think so,” he told you, sitting down on the floor again. “You play dirty.”

“And you liked it.”

He grinned, watching the doorway closely as he slid next to you. Mikey was still on the phone and facing the other direction, giving Gerard the perfect opportunity to kiss you. He was quicker this time, lips meeting yours before Mikey could barge in. It was short and sweet, but wonderful nonetheless, Gerard taking your hand after he pulled away.

About a minute had passed before Mikey came back, worry in his eyes as he stared at the two of you–who had once again, sprung six feet apart.

“Pete got dumped,” he said, staring at his shoes. “He wants me to come over, but I don’t want to ditch you. It’s just… he’s really upset.”

You looked at him sympathetically, “Go check on Pete, okay? Gerard and I will find something to do.”

“I promise we’ll hang out tomorrow,” he told you, thankful for your understanding.

Mikey cared a lot about Pete, and you knew how awful breakups felt, so it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. Besides, it worked out for both of you, Gerard watching wide-eyed as Mikey grabbed a sweatshirt and headed out the door.

“It’s just us,” was all he could really say, still eyeing the door in case Mikey returned.

“If Mikey left, does that count as a forfeit? Like, do I win Monopoly?” you asked, tossing the pieces back in the box.

Gerard stared at you in disbelief, “That’s your main concern?”

“I think I win,” you declared, pushing the box aside and hauling him off the floor.

“Fair enough,” he agreed, placing his hands on your waist while you held the nape of his neck.

He missed kissing you, and how your hands threaded through his hair, pulling him closer. For the first time, he could relax under your touch, no longer worried about someone walking in or overhearing. It felt so casual, as if being with Gerard didn’t have unethical undertones.

Slowly, he pulled away, cherishing the affectionate look in your eyes and leading you down the stairs. His hand fit nicely in yours, fingers interlocked as you trailed after him. You got a better look around this time, spotting the comic books and drawings that littered his desk, as well as your number tucked away under an issue of Batman.

“Shit, let me make my bed,” he said, rushing over to tidy up a bit.

“Nice sheets,” you told him, eliciting a groan from him.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna have sex on my Star Wars sheets,” he said, shaking his head in bewilderment.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

He huffed out a laugh, laying back against his headboard and tugging you into his lap. His hands brushed against your skin, delicately placed on your waist again, stroking your skin as he leaned in. He kissed you deeper this time, soft and warm as your tongue parted his lips in one smooth motion.

He was clearly more comfortable this time, less stressed about being judged or caught, exuding a sense of confidence as he kissed you. The way your tongue moved against his was slow and torturous, leaving him longing for more as you pulled away.

You started to kiss down his neck but he stopped you, gently grabbing your hand to get your attention. Worried, you paused and looked up at him, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, you’re fine,” he assured you, stroking the back of your hand. “Can I try something?”

You nodded, “Alright.”

He pecked your lips and slid his hands up your shirt, watching you closely as he pulled it off. You weren’t sure what he was planning but you trusted him, unclasping your bra before relinquishing control.

Gerard flushed as he glanced at your bare chest, trying not to stare so bluntly as he moved you off his lap. Curious, you gazed up at him, brows furrowed slightly but he ignored it, helping you settle against his pillows. He paused for a minute, lips parted as he took in the sight of you, topless for his eyes only.

Carefully, he hovered over you, planting kisses on your chest. He took his time, lightly caressing your breasts and lowering his lips to one of your nipples. You shivered as his breath fanned across your skin, Gerard eyeing you through his lashes as his tongue darted out, grazing your nipple as he rolled the other beneath his thumb.

He used your soft sighs as motivation, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your breasts as he swapped sides. The gentle flicks and swirls of his tongue had you arching into his touch, making him swell with pride as he pressed his lips to your skin once more.

You weren’t expecting more, surprised as he slid further down the bed, kissing every inch of exposed skin. His hands traced the hem of your jeans, and you nodded down at him, heart fluttering as he fumbled with the zipper.

“Can I…” he asked, voice trailing off as he laid between your legs.

“Please do,” you urged him, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as he stared at you nervously.

Gerard started easy, hands gliding up your legs, stroking your thighs, and brushing the pads of his fingers against the fabric of your panties. All of his movements were calculated, but apprehensive, not wanting to mess up. He held eye contact with you as he tugged them down, studying your reaction as he leaned in and flattened his tongue against you.

He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, using your reactions as a guide, which proved to be some sort of help as you ran your hand through his hair, a feeble attempt to pull him closer. His hands held your legs apart as he delved further, sliding his tongue against your folds, the tip of it flicking against your clit in a single move. Just the sight of Gerard buried in your thighs, eyes wide and wanting as he watched you, had you grinding down against him, moans tumbling out as he found a steady pace.

He reveled in your praise, every whine and slurred curse making his jeans seem much tighter than before. A harsh tug of his hair had a loud moan spilling from his lips, vibrating against you as your muscles tensed.

He didn’t miss your sporadic breathing, working his tongue against you in bold strokes. There was a trace of desperation in his eyes, practically begging you to come pretty on his tongue, to let him clean up the mess he caused. The sudden sensation of his lips around your clit had you tripping into an orgasm, body trembling as he watched in awe.

He climbed back up the bed, kissing you hot and messy, his lips wet and hair tousled, but he didn’t care. You held his face in your hands for a moment, chest rising and falling as you smiled at him.

“Where the hell did you learn that?” you asked, making him blush lightly, shrugging off the question. “I mean, shit, there’s no way you haven’t done this before.”

“I haven’t,” he told you, biting back an embarrassed grin.

You pulled him back in again, kissing him slowly as your breathing evened out, your hands sliding up his shirt. He broke away to take it off, laying back and tugging you flush against him.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked him, realizing that you were unprepared if he said no. Thankfully, you didn’t have to worry as Gerard reached blindly toward his nightstand.

“Uh, bottom drawer?” he guessed, never having needed one before. You got up for a second, pulling out a new box.

“Wow, someone came prepared.”

He gawked at you, a bit embarrassed as he rushed to explain. “My dad gave them to me,” he said, suddenly realizing how that sounded worse.

“Oh? Do you do this often?” you joked, watching him go through all five stages of grief in a matter of seconds.

“No, you’re the first,” he promised, relaxing when you sat down next to him.

He kicked off his jeans, squirming impatiently as your hand brushed against his boxers, erection prominent through the fabric. Gently, you hooked your fingers around his waistband, tugging them down and granting him some relief.

A soft sigh fell past his lips as you wrapped a hand around him, stroking him slowly. He was restless, still shifting around, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he searched for more friction.

“If you ever want me to stop, I will,” you told him, receiving a nod in response. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yeah,” he nodded again, words already failing him.

He watched anxiously as you rolled the condom on him, flushing as you stared back. You took his hands in your own, placing them on your hips as you straddled his waist. His breathing stuttered as you slowly sunk down on his cock, his eyes squeezing shut at the unfamiliar feeling.

Gerard moaned as he buried himself completely inside of you, his grip on your hips tightening as you set an even rhythm. You kept your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself as you bounced in his lap, soft panting and moans filling the room.

“You feel so good,” you mumbled to him, leaving kisses on his jawline.

He looked completely blissed out–mouth slightly agape and eyes shut, fully relaxed despite the overeager jerks of his hips. The image alone had you holding him closer, sinking down with more fervor, neglecting the burn in your thighs and the tightness in your abdomen.

You could tell he was close as he struggled to keep your pace, choking out whines and curses. He sounded so pretty, moans bubbling up in his throat and eyes fluttering open, watching his cock disappear inside of you.

He was barely able to warn you with a stuttered “fuck”, his hips jumping once more before he came, and his head tipping back as you continued to rock against him. Seeing Gerard positively wrecked, chest heaving and body lax had you going weak, tipping over the edge with his name on your lips.

The next few minutes were quiet, exchanging kisses as you laid on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. He was in a mild state of ecstasy, tired and euphoric, comfortable silence settling over the two of you.

“I really like you,” he said after he finished cleaning up, putting his boxers back on and climbing in next to you.

“I really like you too,” you told him, a look of relief washing over him. “Gerard, do not tell me you thought I wasn’t into you.”

He shrugged, trying not to laugh at your surprise. “I don’t know, we haven’t spent much time together or anything.”

You scoffed, “I’ve been coming here since ninth grade and we’ve had sex three times.”

“No, I mean like—let me take you out on a date or something.” He grew shy again, waiting to get turned down. 

“Alright,” you agreed, his eyebrows rising in shock.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Gerard smiled to himself as you cuddled up to him, feeling luckier than ever to have you in his arms. Neither of you knew when Mikey would come home, but for now, it was just the two of you, and you had no problem savoring your time with him. He must’ve felt the same, kissing your temple as you gave in to exhaustion, hoping he could have a little more time with you before you reverted back to his brother’s best friend.

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[iheartreiner]

Body issues

Gerard Way x Reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️ Insecure thoughts

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I look in the mirror "Why are you such a fat ass?" I ask my body out loud. I only let these thoughts out when my boyfriend, Gerard was gone. I squeeze the stomach fat "Why does he even stay around?" I look at my thighs seeing the stretch marks. "Why?" I ask. I continue to pick on my body, inch by inch. I have no gap, stretch marks to the extreme, no curves, not as thin as some girls, just not attractive.

I hear footsteps and some arms wrap around me "Hey [Y/N]." Its Gerard. Did he hear everything I said? I Hope not. "Hi." I say trying to sound as normal as possible. He kisses the top of my head and grabs my hand "Come on. I wanna cuddle." He says sweet and innocently. I smile and follow him. We sit on the couch and he holds me. "Am I too heavy for you?" I ask. He looks suprised "No [Y/N]! Why would you think that? Your perfect weight for me." He says tightening his hold. A tear falls but I nod. "Oh honey." He wipes my tear and kisses where the tear was "You're perfect and amazing and drop dead gorgeous. Never think otherwise you are perfect whether you believe it or not, you are perfect to me." He kisses my cheek and forehead intertwining our fingers. "Yeah right." I think to myself. I love Gerard but sometimes I think he exaggerates. I lay my head against his shoulder "Thanks." He leans his head against mine "Love you."

"Love you too."

We eventually fall asleep in this state.

~Next day~

I get up. I look for Gerard and he's not to be seen. I get up and start looking for him. I really hope he didn't just leave without telling me. I eventually find that he's in his studio. I watch as he works. He has his guitar on his lap whilst singing. The room is sound proof so I can't hear what he's singing unfortunately. I continue to admire his mute playing in silence. After a few minutes he notices me. He excitedly motions for me to come in. He stands up and grabs another chair "Morning sweetheart!" He has me sit in the chair and kisses me before sitting down himself. "Morning."

"So I have something for you." He turns light red, almost unnoticeable. "Ok?"

"I wrote a song for you."

He adjusts his guitar on his lap and begins singing softly "These are the eyes and the lies of the taken..."

"For every one of us, there's an army of them But you'll never fight alone 'Cause I wanted you to know..."

"That the world is ugly But you're beautiful to me Well are you thinking of me now...."

"Stop your crying, helpless feeling Dry your eyes and start believing There's one thing they'll never take from you.."

(Its The World Is Ugly. These are just some random lyrics I pasted).

By the time he finishes I have tears in my eyes. Is this really what he thought? "So... what ya think?" He asks. I hug Gerard in response "Its beautiful...I love it."

"Ahah, not as beautiful as you!"

I roll my eyes but he continues "I Wrote it for you at like... midnight. I heard you talking about yourself yesterday in the mirror." He grabs my hand and holds it "Don't believe any of that shit. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and your the perfect weight for me. What's so bad about stretch marks? I don't get it, it's literally just lines. The gap? Who's gonna look at your ass to notice? I don't care! I've never even noticed! Curves? Overrated. You stun me with your utter beauty everyday. No joke like I can't get over the fact that I got a someone like you! So Please... don't downgrade yourself anymore. For me? That hurt me more than you can imagine. I love you [Y/N]. I love you on the inside, I love you on the outside, I love every inch of you I just need you to believe it." He kisses my hand.

More tears start to break free as I nod. Gerard wipes my tears and caresses my cheek as more tears fall. "I promise." I say, my voice cracking. "Good." Gerard says and puts a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I love you." I say. He hugs me, putting my head against his chest as he strokes my hair "I love you too."