#but the juice box scene (and the teacher's reaction to it) were 100% based on real events from my sophomore year lol

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Strike A Violent Pose

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Drama, Romance

Summary: Sequel to Spent My High School Career Spit On And Shoved To Agree (x ). Requested by @robinruns. You’re excited to take Gerard as your date to the school dance. But, as soon as you walk in, the bully who got you suspended wants to pick another fight. 

Returning to school had been hard. Everyone had started whispering in the halls when they saw you, talking about what you did to Matt to get put on suspension. The fight had happened in a crowded lunchroom. You were sure half your graduating class had seen it.

But, tonight would be better. You’d donned your nicest dress, and you were standing on your front porch, waiting for Gerard to pick you up and take you to prom.

You smiled when you saw his familiar Subaru XT pull into your driveway. He got out of the car, wearing the cutest black tuxedo (his mom’s) money could buy.

“Gerard, you look so handsome,” you complimented.

“Thank you….Wow, Y/N, that dress looks so beautiful on you,” Gerard gasped. You could see him blushing, visibly reminding himself to look you in the eye, instead of at the dress’ plunging neckline. You didn’t really mind. You’d wanted to be his for such a long time, and you were thrilled that he wanted you back.

“This is for you,” he smiled, pulling a corsage from his pocket, which matched the red rose affixed to his suit jacket.

“The flowers smell really nice!” you grinned, attaching it to your wrist. “Are you ready to go?”

“Absolutely,” Gerard nodded, opening the Subaru’s passenger door for you.

You’d ridden in his car dozens of times, on car-pools to school in the morning, and late-night visits to Taco Bell, with Iron Maiden blasting on the radio. But, somehow, now that you were dating, this felt different. You found yourself oddly nervous.

“Hey, Y/N?” Gerard asked as he sat in the drivers’ seat.

“Yeah, Gee?” you blinked.

“Would it be alright, if, uh….during the drive to school….could we uh….?”

“Could we what, Gee?” you giggled. “Spit it out. You’ve never had a problem talking to me before.”

“Could we hold hands?” Gerard blurted.

It was such an innocent request, that you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I mean, I’ll need to keep one hand on the steering wheel, of course,” Gerard rambled, “And if you don’t want to, it’s ok, but…..”

“I want to,” you smiled, and laced his fingers with yours.

He beamed. You couldn’t wait to dance with him tonight.

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You entered the school gym together, still hand in hand. A DJ was playing loud dance music, and chaperones stood in the corners, eyeing the dancing couples.

“Want me to get you some punch?” you offered politely.

“Sure,” Gerard nodded. “I think I see Ray, I’m going to go say hi to him.”

“Ok,” you smiled, and walked over to a plastic folding table by the bleachers, where you saw a bunch of Hi-C fruit punch juice boxes stacked together.

“That’s weird,” you mumbled. “Last year, there was just a big punch bowl, and some plastic cups.”

“My fault,” apologized a familiar voice behind you, and you turned and saw your friend, Frank.

“Oh, that’s right,” you chuckled. “I remember last year….you snuck vodka in, and spiked the punch, when nobody was looking.”

“Sure did,” Frank grinned. You noticed that in place of a suit jacket, he was wearing a leather motorcycle jacket with his slacks and tie. Nice.

“I think,” Frank continued, “that the principal told them to have juice boxes instead this year, so that nobody could ‘tamper’ with them.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you joked, sticking out your tongue at your band-class buddy.

“I know, right?” Frank laughed. “I might duck out early, go home and get stoned.”

“Don’t say that where the teachers can hear you,” you chuckled.

“You look like you’re in for a fun night, though,” Frank noted. “I saw that you walked in with Gerard...are you two going out now?”

“Kind of,” you blushed. “I guess you could say this is our first date.”

“Sweet, I’m really happy for you guys,” Frank smiled. “So, are you….”

“Hey!” a loud voice interrupted, and your hands balled into angry fists. It was Matt.

“So, they finally let you back here, after the little stunt you pulled, Y/N?” Matt barked.

“Stunt?” Frank repeated.

“Oh, you hadn’t heard, burnout boy?” Matt sneered. “Your little psycho friend over here, attacked me and my boys, for no reason!”

“It wasn’t for no reason,” you snapped. “You hurt Gerard!”

“They did what?” Frank asked with narrowed eyes.

“He was being a little nancy boy,” Matt scoffed.

“And that gives you the right to kick him?!” you demanded.

“If he acted fucking normal, I wouldn’t give him such a hard time,” Matt shrugged.

“He is normal,” you huffed. “You’re just a bully.”

“Neither one of you is normal,” Matt laughed meanly. “Both of you are fucking freaks. The little soprano lady-boy, and his dyke girlfriend who thinks she can hit like a man.”

“I don’t just think,” you growled, “I know I can kick your ass!”

“Y/N, calm down…” Frank cautioned.

“No, I won’t calm down!” you insisted. “You didn’t get enough at the lunchroom, asshole? You wanna eat another knuckle sandwich? Come at me!”

“You must really like getting suspended,” Matt rolled his eyes. “Three days wasn’t enough to teach you how to calm your tits?”

“Grrr….” You were about to lose it.

Matt turned and started walking away. Goddamnit. You weren’t about to let him have the last word. You grabbed a juice box off the table, and without thinking, threw at the back of his head.

“Ow!” Matt cried, whipping back around to see what had hit him. “What the fuck?!”

He looked at the juice box, which had bounced off his noggin and hit the floor.

“Thanks for the drink, you dumb bitch,” Matt grinned.

“Huh?” you blinked.

He picked the juice box off the floor, punctured the top with the straw, and took a sip, smirking at you smugly.

“Wait….no….”

I was supposed to be getting a drink for Gerard, you remembered suddenly. I got distracted. I let my anger get the best of me.

“Give me that juice back!” you demanded. Gee is going to be wondering why I’m not back yet.  

“No, fuck you,” Matt refused. “You threw the drink at me, I’m keeping it.”

“I need to give that drink to my boyfriend,” you argued.

“Get your own juice, loser,” Matt insisted.

“That was my juice,” you grumbled.

“Come get it then,” Matt challenged, dangling the juice above your head. You jumped up to try and reach it.

“Ha, you’re too short,” Matt mocked.

You spotted Coach Rickly in the corner. He must have been roped in to chaperoning the dance.

“Coach!” you called. “Matt took my juice and he won’t give it back!”

The gym teacher walked over to you, eyebrows raised. “Why does Matthew have your juice, Y/N?”

“Uhh….” you hesitated. “Um, because, I, uh, threw it at him, sir.”

“Do you think, that maybe, you shouldn’t have done that?” the coach asked you, arms crossed.

You reddened, embarrassed. “Y-Yes, sir.”

“Maybe this will be a lesson to you,” Coach Rickly sighed. “Don’t throw things at people.”

“Because they might keep them,” you nodded.

“Or, because throwing things is not a nice thing to do,” the coach pinched the bridge of his nose. “But, whatever reasoning works for you, Miss Y/N.”

Suddenly, you saw your French teacher (apparently also a chaperone?) stomping over to you.

“Mademoiselle Y/N!” she hissed. “Moinseur Matthew says you attacked him again!”

Shit, you thought. He snitched.

“We will not tolerate such violence at a school event,” the teacher hissed. “I want you and your un de plus to leave the premises immediately.”

“Y/N?” Gerard gasped, walking back over to you when he heard the commotion. “What’s going on?”

“We’re leaving, Gee,” you sighed, feeling embarrassed. “That’s what’s going on.”

“What?” Gerard gaped. “But, we just got here!”

“I know,” you stared at the ground. “I’m sorry.”

We didn’t even get one dance in, you thought, before I had to be an idiot, and lose my cool. Now Gerard is being kicked out, too, just because he’s with me.

“It’s ok,” Gerard mumbled, linking in his arm with yours. “If you wanna go, let’s go.”

He led you out into the parking lot. You felt the cool night air on your face, stirring the hair you’d spent hours straightening. Not that it mattered now.

“Alright, do you want to explain to me what happened back there?” Gerard asked, looking you in the eye.

“I got us kicked out of the dance,” you confessed.

“How?” Gerard asked. He didn’t look angry, just confused.

“It was Matt again,” you explained. “He….he was calling you names.”

“I told you before, he’s not worth it,” Gerard frowned.

“You’re right,” you admitted. “It’s just….it’s not fair, the way he talks about you. You don’t deserve it. You’re such a great guy. And I’m such a violent, impulsive person. I always cause trouble for you.”

“I don’t see you as trouble,” Gerard assured you. “You have a really strong sense of justice….that’s one of the things that I like about you. But, it’s not up to you to play Batman, and avenge all the crimes that our teachers choose to ignore.”

“I’m not Batman,” you scoffed. “I’m just….a crazy girl with anger management issues. I’m so sorry that I ruined your prom night, Gee….why do you even tolerate me?”

“I don’t tolerate you,” Gerard insisted. “I really like you. A lot. I just never thought you would like me, in quite the same way.”

“I like you,” you smiled softly. “I might even love you.”

The two of you stood on the concrete in the darkness for a moment, both red-faced.

“You still want to go back in there, don’t you?” Gerard guessed. “You want to mess Matt up for ruining our date.”

It was like he’d read your mind. Even knowing that there would be consequences, and knowing that Gerard didn’t want you to get revenge for him, you still wanted to punch Matt’s lights out.

“I’m just….so mad!” you cried, frustrated. You probably sounded like a little kid.

“Is there anything you normally do when you’re mad?” Gerard asked. “Something that calms you down, or makes you feel better?”

“Music,” you confessed. Listening to a singer scream in your ears could be so cathartic. “But, I left my Walkman at home. Damnit.”

“I have a couple CDs in my car,” Gerard offered.

He led you back to his Subaru, and pulled a worn copy of Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness from the glovebox as you climbed in. He pulled Disc 2 from the case, and popped it into the CD player, pressing seek/scan until he found track number nine.

“Here,” he said gently, and as he pressed play. Billy Corgan’s shrieking voice filled the vehicle.

She didn't wanna be, she didn't wanna know She couldn't run away cause she was craaaazy She gave it all away, she saw her baby BREAK! And in the air it hung that she was dull razors

And I said, I wanna fill you up

I wanna break you…

You sang along with the words, and screaming them released the emotion that had built up inside you.

KA-BOOM! Rat-tat-tat, and some good ole bliss 'Cause I'm a sister, and I'm a MOTHERFUCK I am made of shamrocks I am made of stern stuff I am NEVER ENOUGH! I am the forgotten child!

Gerard turned the volume up, and his voice mixed with yours, as you listened to him sing along with you, the pair of you banging your heads in perfect synchronicity.

And in the eyes of the jackal, I say KA-BOOM!

Now we begin descent!

To where we've never been There is no going back, this wasn't meant to last This is HELL ON EARTH!

And we are meant to serve And she will never learn

SHE WILL NEVER LEARN!

AAAAH!

You realized you were panting. Your hair had come loose from the fancy pins you’d tried to do it up with. And somehow, you’d lost the urge to go kick Matt’s teeth in.

“Feeling better?” Gerard grinned.

“Absolutely,” you smiled. “Thank you. That was exactly what I needed.”

“Well, then, if you’re feeling up to it,” Gerard smiled, “I believe you still owe me a dance.”

“But, Madame said we’re not allowed back to go back inside,” you protested, still feeling a bit guilty.

“Then, dance with me right here,” Gerard invited.

“In the parking lot?” you laughed.

“Yeah!” Gerard nodded. “Why not? I don’t care about all those people in there. I don’t care about drinking punch. The only thing I wanted to do tonight, was dance with you, Y/N.”

“Alright,” you smiled. “Yes, Gerard, you may have this dance.”

Gerard took Disc 2 out of the CD player, replacing it with Disc 1, and skipping to track two. A gentler melody, with soft violins, began to play from the speakers.

Time, is never time at all.

You can never ever leave

Without leaving a piece of youth...

Gerard climbed out of the car first, and offered you his hand. You took it, and followed him. He put your hand on his shoulder, and his arm around your waist.

It was bizarre, in a way - you were outside in the cold, dancing on the cracked asphalt of your high school parking lot. But as Smashing Pumpkins poured from Gerard’s car stereo, and he twirled you in slow circles, holding you tight, it was somehow indescribably romantic.

We'll make things right We'll feel it all tonight (tonight) We'll find a way to offer up the night tonight The indescribable moments of your life tonight The impossible is possible tonight (tonight) Believe in me as I believe in you Tonight….

Gerard dipped you low as the song crescendoed, like a tango, and you took the opportunity to pull his head towards yours, and kiss him on the mouth. Gently, at first. Hesitant. But, then harder, as your impulsivity once again got the best of you. He didn’t fight it.

You pressed him against the hood of the car, and he let you, accepting kiss after kiss from you.

“Y/N…” he gasped, breathless.

“Do...do I need to slow down?” you blushed. Once again, I’m doing stuff without thinking.

“No,” Gerard looked up at you with eager eyes. “Y/N, I love your passion. You fight like a maniac, and you kiss like maniac, too. Even if they call you crazy….I wouldn’t have you any other way.”