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[yourcoffindoor]

A Spike in my Heart

Pairing: Vampire!Gerard Way x Reader

Prompt: Request from Anon- “Can you please do Gerard Way imagine when he’s a vampire and he haven’t eaten in many days and he’s weak so you let him feed from you but he goes too far and you faint cause of blood lose and he thinks he killed you?”

Summary: Your new boyfriend is more than a bit mysterious. After disappearing for a week, he shows up at your door with a startling confession. Things only escalate from there. (Welcome to angst city.)

AN: Loved to work on this prompt. Hope you enjoy Anon :)

Word Count: 2,175

You pulled your fleece blanket tight around your shoulders as a spring thunderstorm began to intensify outside your window. You wanted to relax and enjoy it, since you loved rainy days more than any other, but your anxiety would rest for nothing and no one.

Your boyfriend Gerard had all but disappeared for the past week, with no calls or indication that he was still a living human. He was a frustratingly difficult person to reach, since he had never owned a cell phone or even an email address. Qualities that you once found odd but charming now made you curse his name.

You wondered if you even had the right to call him your boyfriend yet. Yes, you had been seeing each other for nearly two months now, but you and Gerard had never even kissed. He was strange when it came to physical intimacy, always keeping you at an arm’s length, preferring to play the gentleman and taking things painfully slow. You teased him often for being stubbornly old-fashioned.

Not that you hadn’t thought about kissing him since the day you met. He was immediately attractive despite his odd appearance- unkempt black hair that framed his alarmingly pale skin, with large hazel-green eyes surrounded by reddish, bruise-like shadows. His delicate features were dressed with a dangerous edge. Somehow, it only complemented his beauty.

The last time you saw him you tried to kiss him. It had been a casual date at your place, spending time together hunkered down on your couch watching black and white horror movies. Halfway through his film of choice, Dracula, Gerard struck up a conversation.

“Do you believe in anything like ghosts or vampires?”

“Like how they are in the movies?” you paused for a moment. “Not quite. But I think it would be foolish to assume that we know everything there is to know about this world.”

He smiled as if he were somehow relieved by this response.  "A very diplomatic answer. And let’s say you were to run into one of these ghouls. Would you be scared?“

"Depends on the ghoul,” you stated frankly, “If we’re talking Nosferatu, I’m running.”

Gerard laughed. “What if it looked like the most beautiful, charming being you’d ever seen?”

“What, like you?” The words fell out of your mouth before you even had a chance to think. The atmosphere in the room changed immediately from lighthearted to deadly serious, romantic tension surrounding you like a thick fog. Your eyes traveled to his lips and you spoke again, no longer stopping yourself from being boldly honest.

“If it were you, I’d want you to bite me.”

Gerard’s pale face lit up briefly as if those were the words he’d been waiting for.

“Is that so?” he said in a low voice.

It was, you thought to yourself, but you’d settle for a kiss. Instinctively,and nearly breathless, you leaned in towards him. His effect on you was unlike anything you’d ever felt– How was he so otherworldly?

Your face was mere inches away from Gerard’s when he suddenly tensed up. Embarrassment welled up inside you as he quickly turned his face away.

“Everything ok?”

Gerard clenched his jaw and stood up. “I’m afraid I’m not feeling well, sugar. I better head off.”

“Oh.” was the only response you could muster, barely able to conceal the sadness in your voice. “Well, I hope you feel better soon.”

He merely nodded in your direction before wishing you goodnight and rushing out your front door.

And that was the last you’d seen of Gerard. You tried to force your brain to think of something– anything else, but you’d fallen so hard for him that it felt like you were under his spell. You resigned yourself to gloominess, wrapping yourself tighter in your protective cocoon.

The storm outside intensified. Rain poured down in heavy sheets so loud that you felt as if you were lost at sea. In the midst of it all, you were shocked to hear what sounded like a quick succession of knocks on your door.

You paused for a moment, wondering what lunatic was out and about in this weather without a lifeboat, when three more knocks rang out with desperation.

“Who is it?” you called out hesitantly as you took a few steps toward your door.

“It’s Gerard,” a familiar but wearied voice called out, “please, can I come in?”

You rushed to open the door, your hand moving so quickly it fumbled on the lock. What the hell was he doing?

“Gerard!” you exclaimed at the sight of him, soaked through and and breathing heavily as if he’d over-exerted himself. “Come in, I’ll grab a towel.”

You stood back and let him shamble inside of his own accord, looking thoroughly like a stray dog who was expecting to be kicked.

“Don’t worry about it. I doubt you’ll want me here for long, anyway.”

You closed the door behind him. A whirlwind of anger and sadness seemed to hit you all at once when you finally spoke again.

“So what made you come out of hiding?” your voice wavered as you tried to your best to remain composed.

He turned to face you, and your anger softened to concern as you got a good look at him. He looked weak and exhausted, almost sick. His dark circles were pronounced, as if he hadn’t had a night’s sleep in the past week he’d been gone.

“I don’t blame you for being angry. And after I tell you what I’m about to tell you, I’ll understand if you never want to see me again.”

You finally grasped from his tone just how serious the situation was. You tried to brace yourself for what he was about to tell you. Was he dying? Was it another girl?

“Gerard, what’s going on?” you took a few steps towards him, but he moved backwards, just out of reach as usual.

He sighed deeply, as though resigning himself to an unknown fate. “Do you remember that conversation we had the last time I saw you?”

“While we were watching Dracula?” your confusion was deepening by the second. “What about it?”

He let out a short, sad laugh. “Well, I can’t pretend anymore. They are real. I know because I am one. Y/N,” he looked at me through strands of damp black hair, his eyes dark and heavy with burdens I couldn’t begin to comprehend, “I’m a vampire.”

You don’t know why you weren’t scared when he told you. Some people would gasp or run away, others would probably laugh at the absurdity of it all. Perhaps it was the shock of the news, but you simply paused, trying to wrestle your racing thoughts into a coherent sentence.

“Your hands.” was all you had to say about his revelation, turning Gerard into the confused one, his dark brows furrowing.

“What?”

You smiled softly. “Your hands. That’s why they were always so cold. You should have told me sooner, I wouldn’t have spent so much time trying to warm them up.”

Gerard wrung his hands, his eyes frosted with fear as he still awaited your inevitable rejection. Your soft spoken words had caught him off guard.

“You’re not scared?” his face flashed briefly with hope, before quickly darkening once more to a familiar sadness. “You should be. You ought to be disgusted.”

“Never.” you whispered.

You saw his hands clench into fists. “I thought I could be something other than a monster. I thought I could have something with you that was beautiful and pure, but I can’t. I let you get too far into my heart for your own good.”

You didn’t know if it was the sight of his distress, or the tangible regret in his voice, but you felt hot tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“Is that such a bad thing?”

Gerard looked for a moment as if he wanted nothing more than to rush over to you and offer his comfort, but he held back.

“It is if you get hurt.”

For a moment, there was only heavy silence between you. Gerard began to sway slightly as if loosing coordination, his hand trembling as he reached for the wall to steady himself.

“Are you hurt?” you asked, once again stepping towards him.

“No, don’t!” he hissed, causing you to jump at the brief but blinding sight of his bright white fangs. He lowered himself on your couch to prevent himself from falling over, regaining some composure. “I haven’t fed for…awhile. I don’t know that I trust myself around you. I’ll leave just as soon as I’m able.”

The memory of your rejected kiss sprung fresh into your mind. Everything was beginning to make sense.

“That’s why you left so suddenly the other night,” you said softly, “that’s why you barely touch me, why wouldn’t kiss me.”

Gerard looked heartbroken. “I wanted nothing more than to kiss you that night, Y/N. And I’ve spent every night since we met wondering which would be sweeter, your blood or your lips.”

You sat down on the opposite end of the couch. “Then you deserve to find out.”

“We can’t.”

“Don’t you remember what I said during our last conversation?

"Yes, but–”

“Well I meant it. Gerard, I don’t care what you are. I’ve been with you long enough to know that you’re no monster. Besides, I’m not going to let you leave here in the state that you’re in. Even if you still believe we shouldn’t be together, you need blood.”

“What if…what if I go too far?”

You pondered for a moment. “How about I give you a signal to tell you when to stop, like a safe word.”

He considered. “If you think that’s a good idea…then I’m willing to try it. What should the word be?”

“How about Nosferatu?” you joked, hoping to alleviate some of his apprehension.

He smiled weakly. “Alright, if you’re sure. Nosferatu it is.”

Gerard moved closer to you, and, still hesitant, brushed the hair from your face. He placed one icy hand on your cheek, causing a wave of goosebumps to rise on your skin. Your eyes locked with his and you noticed how he gazed at you, how his eyes glowed softly like embers that needed only the slightest provocation to catch fire once again.

His lips landed gently on yours, causing what felt like a jolt of electricity to course throughout your body. After a moment it was if a switch flipped, and Gerard deepened the kiss. You felt the sharp tips of his fangs brush against your mouth, and yelped in surprise when one accidentally nicked your lower lip.

“I’m so sorry!” Gerard said, pulling back immediately to inspect the damage. A small rivulet of crimson gleamed from the corner of your mouth, and you licked it away before it could drip onto your clothes. You looked back up at Gerard and noticed a different expression cross his face. It was darker, more animalistic, like a wolf that had just spotted a wounded deer. There was no going back now.

“Don’t be sorry.”

He leaned in and kissed your neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You shivered as he nipped at your delicate skin, moaning slightly with each movement of his lips. You felt his fangs rest against your neck momentarily, as if giving you one last chance to change your mind.

“Do it.” you breathed, and that was the only encouragement he needed.

Gerard sunk his teeth into your flesh, allowing a warm stream of blood to flow freely. You cried out at the pain, as it was sharper than you had been expecting, causing your eyes to water. Gerard didn’t pull back this time. Instead he latched on, fully intoxicated by your taste.

After a few moments the pain subsided, and the warmth of Gerard sucking at your neck felt almost pleasant. You realized then that this was far more intimate than any kiss could ever be, and you began to revel in the feeling, allowing a soft whimper to escape your lips.

Still he drank, and you were helpless, utterly lost in the sensation. Your neck began to tingle and feel numb, which you paid no mind to at first; but it soon traveled down your arms and up through your lips, until your whole body was being pricked with pins and needles. You opened your eyes and realized just how dizzy you were. You were seeing double, your vision slowly fading to black.

Too much, he had drunk too much and you hadn’t even realized. You opened your mouth to speak but found that your mouth wouldn’t cooperate. It was only after you began to go limp that Gerard seemed to notice anything was wrong, and he finally withdrew his fangs from your neck, grasping your face with his hands.

You were fading fast, but you could distinctly make out the distress in his voice as he called your name. It wasn’t enough to prevent you from slipping into unconsciousness as Gerard held you, making the last sound you heard his horrified cries, begging you not to go.

[repressedxwriter]

Gerard way x reader - blades and voicemails

Prompt- reader isn't able to answer Gerard's calls which leads to him leaving a string of depressing and overall concerning voicemails which leads reader to believe he's done the worst.

Trigger warning- suicide mention/ self harm

Reader- female

Pairing- basement Gerard / Reader

AN- just a drabble cause idk if this will actually be read, it was just an idea I had

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Gerard grew frustrated as he clicked Y/n's contact for the second time, it just rang and rang. No answer. He really needed her help, to be fair it was nearly two in the morning she must be asleep.

"Or she doesn't want to deal with my problems"

That snide little voice in the back of his mind spat, only worsening his case of overwhelming depression and lack of self worth. Desperately he called again, deciding to leave a voicemail to busy himself and distract him from his toxic thoughts.

"hey, Y/n.. I'm really sorry for bothering you but uh.. I'm having a hard.." his voice hitched and he cleared his throat as his eyes glazed over with tears. "I'm having a really hard time right now.. I wish you'd answer." Desperation laced his hoarse voice as he ended the voicemail.

"she doesn't want to hear your fucking problems, you're useless"

There it was again, that little venom-tongued voice that haunted his mind at hours like this. A string of overwhelming panic and despair wrapped itself around his ribcage and squeezed, making Gerard stumble into his bathroom. He closed the door and locked it with a faint click, sliding down the door with his phone still in hand. Desperation had ahold of him and he felt pathetic, sending voicemail after voicemail until well into the night.

Finally, he realised he'd get no answer and rolled up the sleeves of his ratty sweater, reaching into the cupboard under the sink to extract a little yellow case full of blades.

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You woke up around three-ish, confused as to why you woke up you blindly reached out for your lamp only to discover your answering machine was lit up. Groggily you take the receiver to your ear and start playing the messages,only to be hit with a pang of heartbreak.

Soft sobs came through the receiver, making you sit up as they were from Gerard's number.

"please, Y/n. I need you-" a hoarse sob cut through his sentence. "I don't know what to do. I feel so worthless."

With heartache, you continue to listen until the reality of what he's talking about hits you in his last message.

More sobs and whimpers before a shaky inhale was audible "Y/n, I'm really thankful for you helping me, all those other times-" a little hiccup interupted him "but I can't take it. I can't take this on my own, it's too much.." he paused, taking another shaky inhale "I'm sorry I broke my promise, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do.."

You launch yourself out of bed, shoving your sock-less feet into your sneakers and climbing out your bedroom window. In your panic, you decide your best course of action is to run to Gerard's house despite him living a decent amount of blocks away. Out of breath and panting, you skid in his gravel driveway as you circle around to his basement window, popping it open and hurriedly squeezing into it.

You land with a hefty thud but rush over to his bathroom door, attempting to open it but only discovering it's locked. Luckily it's one of those standard slit locks and you pick it easily with your nail, you push the door but discover a weight against it.

"Gerard! Open the door!" You call out, still trying to force it open. Suddenly the weight is gone and you fall forward, right into something sticky and warm. You cast your gaze downwards only to be met with a decent sized pool of blood and a razorblade. You look up to see Gerard leaning against his tub, looking at you like he's seen a ghost.

"Gee! Oh my God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you!" You cry out, tears flowing down the arc of your s/c cheek. Gerard just beckons you closer and you obey, gently cupping his clammy face. "I'm glad you came.." his hoarse voice croaks as his bloodshot hazel eyes lock onto your own e/c ones.

You pull away to get a wrap of gauze and alcohol pads. You sit off to his side, cautiously grabbing his marred wrists that were smeared with shades of dark red and orange, you start wiping them down making him grimace. "I'm sorry.. I wish you didn't have to see me like this.." he mutters again, greasy locks falling into his eyes.

"Gee.. everyone goes through depression. I just wish you wouldn't ruin yourself.." you reply, causing a few more tears to fall as you bandaged him up luckily he didn't cut too deep. "Come on, I'll take you to bed." You offer and he accepts, weakly holding his arms out to you.

You throw one over your shoulders and clasp the other, stepping over the pool of blood and blades before making it to his bed. You sit him down and dig through his closet, taking out a clean sweater for him and gesturing for him to change.

He gives you a sort of "could you turn around?" Look and you nod, deciding to go clean up his mess. After cleaning up the blood and flushing the blades, you double check to make sure none are stashed away before returning to his bed area and see him laying on his side facing you. "Please don't leave me.." Gerard whispered and patted the spot next to him. You kick off your sneakers and slip in beside him, looking him in the eyes for a brief moment before he closed his and said something that made your heart skip a beat.

"I really love you Y/n.."

[yourcoffindoor]

Like Nicotine

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Summary: You grab a light from Gerard after a concert. This was inspired by the following life ruining gif of Gerard smoking.

You weren’t usually like this. You were usually reserved and shy, and certainly not one to approach a stranger and ask for a light for your cigarette. Not when you actually had a lighter in your bag. But he wasn’t just any stranger, and you weren’t about to let this opportunity pass.

You saw him only moments ago inside, pouring his soul out onstage where he played with his band. You couldn’t believe you had ever been reluctant to go–your friend had dragged you along with her. It was the first time you’d heard their music, and you were eternally grateful that she had successfully cracked through your stubborn shell and gotten you out of the house.

Onstage he was wild—feral even, and when his eyes met yours in the crowd you felt your heart beat louder than the heavy handed drums that boomed in the background.

But here, in the lot behind the venue, he was something different. He stood against the white concrete wall, steadily taking drags off his cigarette, tame and pensive. Normally you’d be too shy to approach him, but something came over you that you didn’t want to stop.

The night outside the venue was quiet compared to the raucous clash of guitars and screams when the band had performed, and the steady clack of your shoes as you approached him made him turn and look at you. Heat flushed in your cheeks as his hazel eyes went up and down, taking all of you in. You would’ve given anything to know what he was thinking.

“Hi,” you said with a small wave, doing your best to play it cool, “got a light?”

He nodded slightly, and pulled a lighter from his heavily worn leather jacket. You thanked him as he held it for you, and you leaned close, letting the tip of your cigarette smolder.

“Did you like the show?” he asked, and you noticed how he seemed to speak through one side of his mouth. “I think I saw you out there.”

He recognizes me, you thought excitedly, and you took a quick drag to maintain your composure.

“It was fantastic. I’d never heard you guys before, but I’m glad my friend forced me to come with her.” you teased.

His eyes glinted. “Force you? So you’re not a hardcore fan, huh? We’ll have to change that.” he countered.

He wrapped his lips around his cigarette and tilted his head back, savoring the smoke in his mouth for a moment before blowing it out ever so slowly. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized. His eyes were lilting and dark, never leaving yours, and you felt a heat grow in the pit of your stomach as you realized you could now tell exactly what he was thinking.

“And how would we do that?” your voice was heady, two steps above a whisper and full of suggestion.

“What’s your name?” he asked suddenly.

“Y/N. I think I already know yours.”

Gerard flicked his now spent cigarette to the asphalt below and took a few steps closer to you, brushing strands of his black hair away from his beautiful face, which now stood only a few inches from yours.

“Well Y/N,” he said, placing his hands on either side of your face, “I think I’ve got an idea.”

Gently, he pulled you forward to meet his lips. You felt almost dizzy from lust and adrenaline, and you loved the taste of him, all smoke and sweat, a kiss that felt like pure nicotine.

You melted into it as your mouths moved against each other, his hands wandering to the small of your back, pulling you closer still. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you couldn’t believe this was happening. You’d never done anything like this before, but you weren’t going to stop now.

One of your hands found its way to his hair, still slightly damp from sweat, and your fingers wandered aimlessly through his dark strands. His breathing got heavier, and his hand sank to the edge of your skirt, gently edging up underneath. You were the one who was feral now, as you realized you wanted to take this as far as it could go.

“I hope this performance will be persuasive,” he spoke into your ear, voice low, sending goosebumps down your neck. His hand inched further and further up your skirt, until–

“Y/N? Helloooo?” you froze as you heard your friend’s voice call your name in the distance.

“Shit!”you muttered. How long had it been since you said you were going for a smoke? She must be thinking you’d wandered into a ditch somewhere. You felt your phone vibrate incessantly in your pocket. Gerard let out a soft laugh.

The back door of the venue opened a few feet away, and a crew member poked his head out.

“Hey, Gerard! Hurry up man, the guys are looking for you.”

Gerard nodded. “I’ll be in in a second,” he informed the man, who ducked back inside, satisfied with his answer.

He turned back to you, eyes apologetic. “Looks like we won’t get away with this tonight. But I’m not giving up.” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pen, and grabbed your hand, hastily scrawling out his number on your palm. “I’ll be waiting.”

 He walked back into the building, and you realized how breathless you felt as you watched him leave. You started walking back to the main entrance to find your friend, lips still buzzing from his kiss, wishing time would skip forward to your next meeting.