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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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Family probation period (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Matthew Gray Gubler meets his girlfriend’s family on Christmas eve. Just one detail: none of them knew she was dating.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abusive relationships

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader

Wordcount: 3,5K

A/N: A late Christmas story, but I think we are still in the holiday season... right? also: requests are officially open

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- "Are you sure about this?"- (Y/N) looked at Matthew and he nodded with a huge grin on his face. They were parked outside her parent’s house. They had driven from Los Angeles to San Francisco to spend Christmas Eve with them.

- "Why not? I bet they are gonna love me"- he answered with his “Matthew Gray Gubler’s certified to make you drop your panties smile.”

- "I don’t know, I’m nervous"

- "Well missy, it was your idea to drop by your parents and surprise them with the news of your adorable boyfriend, so?"- (Y/N) smiled and nodded.

- "And you thought it was a great idea, by the way, that's why you are here"

- "Yeah"- Gubler sighed and looked outside- "Why do you still trust my good judgment?"

- "Well…"- (Y/N) looked at me and bit her lips- "You are very convincing"- he smiled and kissed her lips softly.

- "It's gonna be ok, they love you, I love you, which means we are gonna get along"- she nodded and smiled.

- "Alright, I'll pretend that makes sense"- Gubler chuckled and kissed her again

- "Let's do this, Bunny".

Matthew and (Y/N) had been dating for over ten months. At first, they decided to take things slow, get to know each other better, try to make things work with their crazy schedules. But soon, they realized they had fallen in love, and “taking things slow” was not their thing.

(Y/N) had decided to wait for the right moment to tell her parents she had found someone. Her last relationship had been a nightmare, and she knew her family (especially her brother) was going to be apprehensive about her new boyfriend. However, she was eager to tell them how happy she was with Matthew and how great he was with her.

He was, hands down, the best boyfriend she had ever had. He was sweet and thoughtful. Sure, he wasn’t perfect. He would forget many things 'cos his head was in hundredth places at once (she was almost sure he had ADHD). And sometimes it felt she had a boyfriend and a son all wrapped in the same 6 ft adorable manchild she was dating. But still, he was the best boyfriend.

She was hoping her parents and family would see he made her happy.

- “Ok, here we go”- Matthew rang the bell and turned to (Y/N), excited. She laughed and opened the door.

- “I still got my key.”

- “Right.”

- “Hello? Mom? Dad?”- she took a step inside and looked around. Her father stood up from the couch quickly and nearly ran to the door.

- “Peanut! You are home!”

Matthew smiled and held their bags staring at the scene. In all the time they had been together, he had heard a lot about (Y/N)’s parents. She loved them deeply, and he knew she wanted to share their relationship with them.

Her last boyfriend was an abuser, he hit her, and she kept it from everybody for months before breaking up. That’s why he could understand why her family would be apprehensive. And he was ready to show them how much he loved her.

- “My baby is home!”- (Y/N)’s mom appeared from the kitchen and hugged her daughter, who was still wrapped in her father’s embrace.

- “Guys! I can’t breathe!”- she pretended to be suffocating and giggled.

- “Too bad! You are never home! So bear with it!”- her father chuckled and kissed the top of her head

- “By the way, (Y/N), who’s the man standing by the door?”- her mother asked and frowned, looking at Gubler. He smiled and waved, making his best to look as nice as possible.

- “Guys, I want you to meet Matthew Gray Gubler… my boyfriend.”

And the silence in the room was as thick and uncomfortable as possible.

- “Hello”- Gubler smiled and shook their hands- “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N) talks so much about you”- but neither of them knew what to say.

- “Guys, it’s ok, he is a good guy”- (Y/N) wrapped an arm around Matthew, and he immediately kissed the top of her head.

- “Did I hear my sister has a new boyfriend?”- footsteps coming down the stairs surprised the couple, and (Y/N) wide opened her eyes immediately.

- “Adam!! You are home!!”- she hugged her brother so tight, he couldn’t help but laugh.

- “I’ve got the feeling you missed me.”

- “So fucking much!! When did you get home?”

- “Last night, mom said you’d be coming for Christmas, so I thought I could surprise you.”

- “And where are my nephews? I wanna spoil my babies!”

- “With Emma getting the last few things mom needed from the grocery’s, but they should be here any minute. I missed you, kitty.”

Adam kissed her forehead and looked at her sweetly. It was clear he loved and cared about his little sister. But as soon as his eyes reached Matthew, his whole face changed.

- “And who is this?”

- “This is my boyfriend, Matthew”- (Y/N) walked back to Gubler and held his hand- “He is awesome, so be nice, ok?”

- “Nice to meet you, Adam. (Y/N) talks so much about you. I was looking forward to meeting you”- Matthew shook his hand and smiled.

- “Funny, she never mentioned you.”

- “Yeah,”- (Y/N) explained- “I wanted to give you guys a surprise, and I knew if I told you over the phone, you were going to stress out, so I thought it would be better if you just met him”

Her family nodded but didn’t look pretty convinced.

- “I know you are all real apprehensive about (Y/N) having a new boyfriend, but I promise you, I’m nothing like her ex, and I wanna show you how much I care for her if you let me.”

Gubler was sincere and upfront. (Y/N)’s parents nodded, but her brother just crossed his arms and frowned.

- “Adam, be nice”- she warned and grabbed her bag- “Let’s leave these in my room, Gub.”

- “You are not sharing rooms with a boy!”- her brother instantly replied, but she ignored him and walked upstairs. Matthew took the bags from her hands and followed her.

- “Sorry”- (Y/N) whispered and closed her eyes, embarrassed. Gubler left the bags on the floor of her room and walked towards her to hold her hands.

- “Hey, it’s ok, they are just shocked,”- he whispered and smiled at her, trying his best to make her feel better.

- “I would be shocked too if our daughter walks into our house and tells us she has been dating nearly a year with some guy I’ve never heard about.”

(Y/N) chuckled and sighed. The words “Our daughter” had been enough to make her forget everything that troubled her. The idea of a future with him was too sweet to worry about anything else.

- “Now, back to what really matters here”- Gubler took a look around and pointed at the walls- “Did you have some kind of obsession with My Chemical Romance growing up, or is it just me?”

- “Eh… nope”- she simply answered and laughed. There were many posters of the band on every wall in that room.

- “I don’t know, I’m getting the vibe you had a thing on that guy… he kinda looks like a vampire.”

- “Gerard? he was…”- (Y/N) made a pause and looked at the walls- “I had a little crush on him”

- “Little?”- Gubler raised an eyebrow

- “Yeah, just a little, nothing to worry about… I just wanted to marry him, that’s all.”- he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.

- “I guess you never know someone until you walk into their teenage room.”

Matthew was nervous, but he was never going to face it. He wanted to make a good impression, and he wanted (Y/N)’s parents to like him. He was in that relationship for the long run, and it was important for him to have her parent’s approval. And clearly, now her brother’s too.

- “So, Matthew, what do you do?”- Adam asked him as everybody gathered in the kitchen, drinking eggnog and setting the last few things for the Christmas dinner.

- “I majored in film directing in New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts"- (Y/N) bit her lips and smiled. She was torn between feeling embarrassed and enjoying the moment.

- “Film directing”- Adam looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

- “Yeah, I always loved making movies and telling stories”- Gubler sipped his cup of coffee and smiled.

- “But, do you have a regular job?”- Adam asked and raised an eyebrow- “Making movies doesn’t sound like a real job to me.”

- “Adam!”- (Y/N) looked at her brother with daggers in her eyes

- “What? I’m getting to know your boyfriend, isn’t that what you wanted?”

- “Yes, but you don’t have to be a dickhead”- the young woman walked a few steps closer to her brother and raised an eyebrow- I haven’t seen you in six months. Can you just be nice?”

Adam meant no harm, but he was worried. He had been the one his sister called after her ex-boyfriend hit her. He had been the one who took her out from that apartment, picked up her things, and took care of her. Of course, he was scared she might get hurt again.

- “And where are you from?”- (Y/N)’s mom asked him as they all walked to the living room and sat down.

- “Las Vegas,”- Matthew answered and smiled- “My family still lives there, and we visit as often as we can.”

- “So, you’ve met his family”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her daughter and raised an eyebrow, surprised.

- “Yeah, they are the best! We spent Halloween with them this year. We took Matthew’s nephews trick and treating. It was really fun!”

Mrs. (Y/L/N) nodded and stared at the scene. Gubler was sitting next to her daughter, holding her hand and looking at her in honest and deep adoration. It was strange and shocking, but at the same time, she could feel he was a nice guy who loved her very much. And that was all she needed to know.

Meanwhile, Mr. (Y/L/N) started asking Gubler questions about his family, school, and what he did for a living.

- “Right now, I have an acting job.”

- “Really?”- (Y/N)’s brother raised an eyebrow, surprised- “TV?”

- “Yeah.”

Adam was about to keep asking about it when his wife, Emma, walked in with their five-year-old twins.

- “Aunt (Y/N)!!

- “Munchkins!”- the young woman opened her arms and hugged them at the same time as the kids held her legs tight, almost making her fall.

- “You are so big! why aren’t you two babies anymore?”

- “(Y/N)! hey”- Emma walked over and looked at her, but suddenly she just gasped.

- “What?”- Adam asked, confused- “What is it?”

- “Oh shit!”- she nearly dropped the bag and wide opened her eyes, suddenly- “Why is Spencer Reid in our living room?”

Matthew looked at (Y/N), and neither of them knew what to do or say. So he just stood up and walked over to shake her hand.

- “Hi, I’m Matthew, (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”

- “No freaking way!”- Emma whispered and held his hand, repeating a little slowlier- “No freaking way”.

Adam looked at his wife and didn’t understand a word she was saying. His parents didn’t get what was going on, and (Y/N) just bit her lips, trying not to laugh. She never thought that could happen.

- “I’m gonna put an eye on dinner…”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) said and stood up- “(Y/N), can you give me a hand?”

- “Sure mom”- she said and smiled at Gubler. He winked and watched her walking to the kitchen with her mom. Things were a little weirder than he thought.

- “Ok, what was that?”

- “What was what, mom?

- “Emma nearly died when she saw Matthew. Why?”

- “‘Cos he is in a tv show and she recognized him, I think”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her and sighed.

- “Is he good with you?”

- “The best”

- “‘Cos he looks like he is a nice guy”

- “I swear, mom, he is the sweetest. He wanted to come and meet you to show you he is nothing like Bret”- (Y/N) held a bowl with roasted potatoes and smiled at her mother- “I love him”

- “You can tell… and he loves you too, especially if he is willing to put up with your brother”

- “Can you tell Adam to stop being an ass?”

- “I can tell him, but that won’t stop him”.

When (Y/N) walked to the dining room, she looked at her boyfriend, who was now sitting on the floor, doing magic tricks for her nephews. She felt her heart was about to burst, staring at the scene. The twins were laughing, and Gubler kept making pennies disappear in front of them.

She couldn’t stop hearing his voice saying “our daughter” over and over again. It was a dream, and it was too soon to even think about it, but it felt so right. It made so much sense.

- “I like him”- her father’s voice took her from her thoughts and forced her to turn around

- “Really?”

- “Yeah… he’s good with kids, and it’s clear he loves you, that’s all I need to know”- he kissed the top of his daughter’s head and sighed.

- “Your brother hates him though”

- “I kind of figured”

- “The fact Emma is drooling over him is not making things better”- (Y/N) looked at her father and just laughed.

- “Are you kidding me?”

- “No, he took her upstairs to cool her off”

- “Shit… well, it could be worst”

- “How?”- she looked at her father in silence

- “Well… Adam hasn’t tried to kick him out”

- “Yet”- Mr. (Y/L/N) chuckled at his own joke and shook his head- “Don’t worry peanuts, Matt is safe”.

- “Actually, can you not call him Matt, please? bad memories.”

- “Sure, Matthew it is?”- she nodded and smiled.

- “Thanks dad”

- “Dinner is ready”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) announced after half an hour. She walked to the living room where Adam, Matthew, and her husband were talking.

Gubler was having a good time talking with Mr. (Y/L/N). He was fun and kept telling her funny stories about (Y/N). Adam was still a dick, but at least his father wasn’t paying him much attention, so neither did Gubler.

- “This smells amazing”- Gubler said as he sat down next to (Y/N)- “I’m guessing this is Mrs. (Y/L/N) ’s signature turkey recipe. (Y/N) talked about it the whole way over.”

- “She has the recipe, by the way, if you like it, she can cook it for you”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) smiled proudly.

- “Yeah, just make sure she won’t burn down the house”- Adam joked and felt his sister’s angry eyes on him- “What? I’m making an aimless conversation. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

- “Shut up”

- “She is a great baker”- Matthew continued talking- “She is actually making me gain weight in the latest months”

- “Sure, like you could get fat”- (Y/N) snorted and looked at her boyfriend

- “Hey, you are making me eat cinnamon rolls, cake, and cookies like three times a week”- Gubler chuckled and looked at her- “My pants almost don’t close”

- “So, Matthew”- Emma said suddenly- “How did you two meet?”

- “He actually said I smelled like cinnamon rolls the first time he met me”- (Y/N) smiled and looked at her sister in law.

- “We met at a party, her friend Ana is dating my friend Charlie. And when I saw her, I knew I had to talk to her ‘cos she has the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen”- Emma was nearly sighing at those words.

- “And did you recognize him?”- Adam was embarrassed by his wife’s questions, but he couldn’t stop her.

- “No, I had never seen the show…”

- “And do you know the rest of the cast now? Do you hang out?”- Adam looked at Emma and frowned- “What? I’m just asking”

(Y/N) blushed and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and felt her boyfriend’s hand on hers, knowing what she was about to say.

- “So, we are here today because I wanted you to know Matthew. He is the best guy on earth, and he makes me happy every day”- she made a pause and looked at him.

- “You make me happy too, Bunny”- he whispered and smiled.

- “Ok, so you are in love, is that what you wanted to tell us?”- Adam said with an annoyed voice.

- “No, we wanted to tell you we are moving in together.”

(Y/N) bit her lips after delivering the news. Her parents looked at each other but didn’t seem mad, just surprised. Adam, on the other hand, frowned immediately.

- “Before you start freaking out and yell at me,”- Matthew said with a soft voice- “I need you to know and understand how much I love your sister, and I would never hurt her in any way. Never.”

Her family looked at him in silence. Her father nodded and smiled.

- “It’s clear you are a good guy, Matthew,”- he said, and (Y/N) sighed, feeling relieved to hear those words- “And I know you understand we will always be a little scared something bad might happen to our baby again.”

- “I completely understand. I just want you to know I will never hurt her. I love her, I wanna live with her. I’m here for the long run, and I wish you could all give me a chance”.

(Y/N) felt like crying when she heard those words. Matthew was telling her family how much he loved her. He was showing them he wanted to be with her. Nothing could be better than that.

- “And have you thought about where you’ll live?”- her mother asked, smiling.

- “I recently bought a house,”- Matthew explained- “We are planning to move in after the holidays. Meanwhile, we’ve been busy getting a few things we needed”- he looked so happy, no one could doubt he was excited with the plans.

- “Listen”- no one but Adam, apparently- “If anything happens to my sister, I’m gonna hunt you, I will find you, and I will make you pay.”

- “Adam…”- she tried to argue, but Gubler smiled at her and nodded

- “I know there is nothing I can say that will make you believe me, so I will just ask you to give me the chance to show you how much I love her.”- but Adam didn’t say a word.

- “I know what happened to her was awful, and I know you don’t want anyone hurting her, but that’s not what I wanna do. I just wanna make her happy. If she wants me to.”

Adam looked at his sister, who had tears in her eyes. He couldn’t bear to see her cry, though those weren’t sad tears. She looked at Matthew, and he smiled at her, wiping the tears from her cheeks and kissing her lips sweetly for a second. He whispered, “I love you,” and she giggled.

- “Oh come on!”- Mr. (Y/L/N)- “Even I can see he loves your sister! stop being a dick and be happy for them!”- Adam sighed at his father’s words and stood up.

- “If you fuck it up, you are dead”- he said and reached out his hand to Gubler- “But I trust you won’t”- and Matthew quickly stood up and shook it.

- “I know you just want to take care of her, and I completely understand that”

- “You are in family probation period.”

(Y/N) smiled at her brother, and he winked at her. Finally, she sighed, relieved.

- “I can’t believe you are gonna move in with Dr. Reid!!”- Emma almost shrieked

- “Please don’t”- Adam frowned and looked at his wife- “Don’t make this harder”

- “You are gonna have to watch the show with me, you are gonna love it. I swear you won’t be able to hate him once you know Reid”

(Y/N) looked at Matthew and whispered in his ear.

- “Your family wasn’t embarrassing. Mine was. I’m sorry”- he nearly laughed at those words and shook his head.

- “My friends are embarrassing if it counts”

- “Your friends are my friends, Gubler”

- “Fine, we have embarrassing friends, we are gonna have to live with it”

Gubler moved a little closer, and was ready to kiss her when Adam’s voice stopped him.

- “Just don’t make out with my sister in front of me while you are on probation, dude!”

- “Sorry!”- Gubler nearly jumped on his chair, and (Y/N) chuckled- “Sorry!”.

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yourcoffindoor · 3 years

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Bulletproof Heart Pt.4

AN: YAY its finally here! Thank you so much to everyone for reading and for your patience! This is the final part of this series. enjoy <3

"Y/N?" a gentle tap on the wall outside your bunk. It was Liz. "We have an interview with Spin in like 5 minutes."

You groaned and pulled your wrinkled sheet over your face, turning away from the sound of her voice, soft and hesitant as though she were afraid the slightest noise would shatter you further.

"You guys go without me," was your muffled reply, "I've hogged the spotlight enough anyway."

" Are you sure? They'll probably be pissed the lead singer isn't there."

"Then let them be pissed."

Liz lingered in silence for a moment before deciding it was best to leave you be. It had been a couple of weeks since you'd found out about Alex's little foray into filmmaking, and a gush of old trauma had emerged new again. All the work you had put in to rebuild yourself and to forge a new life had all but crumbled away in a matter of minutes, and you isolated yourself in response.

You stopped leaving the bus because of the stares. Once rumors had gotten out that there was video footage of you doing the deed, people seemed to glance over at you before whispering insidious somethings among their companions. You didn't need to hear their conversations to know just how humiliating their words were. Things took a turn for the worse when reporters began to have the audacity to ask you about the video, probing into if you were in a relationship with Alex. It was then that you realized he had sabotaged your moment, your success, and made it all about him.

You began to miss a few shows, something you had never done before. But you just couldn't bring yourself to give a damn. Your bandmates kept their distance, realizing you needed your space; but their concern was permanently painted on their faces.

"Hey Y/N," Gavin spoke hesitantly one afternoon, "You know...Gerard's been asking about you."

The sound of his name made your heart beat quicker. You hadn't made an effort to see him since the video came out. "Oh?"

"Yeah he really wants to see you. He's worried about you...we all are."

"I'm fine." you said curtly. "I mean, tell him not to. I'm fine. I just need to be alone."

"You sure? I think some social interaction might do you some good--"

"Gavin, I want to be alone. Please."

He merely nodded before heading out the bus door, finally giving you what you asked for.

Out of respect for the fans, you managed to pick yourself for performances again, but it felt like you were merely going through the motions, your passion nearly extinguished. You became angry at yourself for feeling this way, like you were giving up on yourself and your goals. Between sadness and guilt, there was no bright side you could look to as an escape.

Then, you ran into Alex.

This was what you had really been dreading. You knew how smug he must be, knowing he must've gotten under your skin, his favorite place to be. You'd snuck out of the bus for some much needed fresh air, but you didn't need to go far before you heard your name being called.

"Y/N! wait up!" a chill shot down your spine. You didn't turn around. Instead, you began walking faster.

"Hey, hey, hold on a second--" He grasped your arm, but you pulled it back so quickly it seemed to surprise him.

"Leave me the fuck alone."

"C'mon don't be mad."

You couldn't help but laugh at the nerve of his comment. "How could I not be? I didn't even know you had filmed me. I didn't get to agree to any of this! And then you decide to make it public? And you," you said, angry tears building up to a waterfall, pushing a fist into his chest, "you are a nightmare that won't go away! Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Alex was calm-- So calm that it only angered you further. "You're thinking about this the wrong way. The publicity could be great--I mean people are already eating it up. They love us together. Honestly? I did us both a favor." He smirked, making your skin crawl. "But there's something else, Y/N. Something you should remember." He leaned forward, speaking into your ear in a low, serpentine voice, "This is what happens when you think you can go off and make something of yourself without me."

You were speechless, your stomach dropping as if it had been kicked. "You're disgusting. I'm leaving."

"Going to see your friend Gerard? Hey, ask him what he thinks of our movie for me. I'm making another one with some My Chem fans anyway." He spoke to you with your back turned, already walking away, but you could hear him smiling.

You halted in your steps, torn between slapping Alex across the face, crying, or simply walking away. After a deep breath and far more self control than you knew you possesed, you chose the latter, swiftly walking back towards your bus to isolate once more.

****

The sun was revolting.

That was the first thought when Gavin flung open the curtain that marked the border of your bunk, your own personal ecosystem that no one had dared enter for the past few weeks. He kneeled on your mattress and reached over you to open the blinds on your wall, and you winced as the sun struck your face like a laser.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N!"

"Gavin, its August."

"Well it might as well be Christmas when you hear what I have to tell you."

You groaned and rubbed your eyes. "What is it? I'm prepared to be underwhelmed."

"I didn't even need to open that window! There's that bright and sunny optimism we've come to know and love."

You hit him with a pillow. "Out with it."

"Alex got--"

"ALEX GOT KICKED OFF WARPED TOUR!" Liz shouted, bursting into your bunk from out of nowhere.

"What the hell Liz! I wanted to tell her!"

"Too slow!"she teased.

Your head was reeling. "Wait, wait, wait....what? How?"

"Don't know all the details but it definitley had to do with his...activities. Turns out he was asking underage fans to flash him and his band to get backstage and shit. Someone snitched I guess, thank god. The whole band's been kicked off and banned from Warped tour.

For the first time in forever, you laughed.

You practically cackled. You laughed so much that it felt like you couldn't stop.

"I think we broke her." Liz muttered to Gavin.

"That's fucking amazing." you said, wiping tears from your eyes.

"It is, and its good to hear you laugh again." Gavin said. "Come out with us later, to celebrate."

"I will sometime, but I'm still not quite ready. People are gonna try to ask me questions, I just know it. I'm still not up for it."

Liz and Gavin nodded. "We'll be here when you are."

***

Later that afternoon a few quick knocks sounded from the bus door. You debated getting up to answer it, but human interaction was the last thing you wanted right now. There were a few more small knocks; and you able to ignore the unwanted visitor until, after a moment of silence, something slid under the door. Once you heard their footsteps disappear into the distance, you peeled yourself from your nest on the couch to investigate.

It was a white envelope with your name scrawled across the front. You hesitated for moment, wondering if another piece of your past was about to jump out and bite you. But after steeling yourself you pressed on, your fingers swiftly retrieving the mysterious contents.

You immediately smiled. It was a card with a drawing of you on the front, in a style that was unmistakably Gerard's. You were on stage wailing into the mic, confidently waving your middle finger. You couldn't help but laugh.

Fuck em all. The world needs you out there. If you're feeling up to it, come to our set tonight.

Hope to see you there.

-G

You closed the card and reveled in the much needed buzz of happiness it gave you. Gerard. You thought he would've have been angry with you since you had all but ghosted him these past few weeks, but that clearly wasn't the case. Your legs wanted to run after him, but you as you were covered in dorito dust and sadness, you decided to stay put. You'd make yourself somewhat presentable and then see their performance tonight.

***

You stood just off stage, just hidden enough in your oversized hoodie to feel comfortable. Right before they began their set, Gerard turned and saw you, eyes widening with a glad surprise as though he hadn't thought you'd actually come. His expression quickly melted into a welcoming smile, and you couldn't help but break out into soft grin of your own.

The band greeted the crowd, already energized and cheering them on. You'd expected them to launch into a song, but instead Gerard began speaking.

"This is a special set tonight guys, because someone very important to me is here. Someone so strong, so kickass that sometimes I wonder if she's even a real fucking human being." He glanced over at you, eyes electric and impassioned, immediately i heat rise to your shrouded cheeks. "Well some asshole tried to hurt her. Tried to make her feel small. But I want her to remember she's too fucking amazing to ever let someone make her feel that way."

You could feel the sting in your eyes as tears began to build.

"And that goes for all of you out there, cause these same assholes have been messing with fans too. So if you ever see shitty ass rock dudes in shitty ass rock bands asking you to show them your tits for backstage passes, I want you to spit right in their fucking faces and yell 'FUCK YOU!”

The crowd went crazy, and you couldn't help but let out a small cheer as well, despite the tears streaming down your face.

"Y/N," Gerard breathed, "This is for you." and with that, the band launched into one of the most passionate sets you'd ever seen. You stayed for it all, loving every moment. As soon as it was finished, Gerard thanked the crowd and made a beeline off stage, directly where you had been stationed all evening.

His eyes were dancing with happiness at the sight of you, pumping with the adrenaline of performing, sweat still dripping from his dark hair. "Hi," he said,pausing for amoment as though he was holding back from so much more, "you came!"

"After the invitation I received? How could I not?"

"So you liked it?"He beamed, his cheeks, pink from exertion, reddened further. "I wanted to do like a mini comic but I ran out of time." As he grinned, fresh crimson gleamed from a small split in his lower lip. What you thought had been makeup turned out to be a genuine injury.

"You're bleeding." you observed softly.

His brows furrowed in confusion, a finger darting to his lip. He dabbed it, smearing blood onto his chin.

"Damn, again? Don't worry, it's nothing."

You didn't hesitate to grab a tissue from your pocket, step forward and gently press it against his cut. He looked down at you with affection, causing you to look away as your heartbeat picked up its pace. Instead you analyzed his face and noticed it was patterned with small bruises.

"Doesn't look like 'nothing' to me. What happened?"

It had been just the two of you speaking intimately just off stage, but crew and media began pouring through and milling about the area. You realized just how close you were standing to Gerard, and pulled your hand back when you noticed people watching. A pew passerbys patted Gerard on the back, offering their compliments of the band's performance. He quickly thanked them, barely turning his attention from you, afraid you might run off. He grabbed your hand, leading you to a quiet area.

"I may have gotten into a fight."

"What!? You don't even leave your bus, how did you get into a fight?"

"I had to. Someone very important to me was being hurt."

You stared at him for a moment, putting the pieces together in your head. Gerard knowing about the video, Alex's sudden departure from the tour...

"Gerard, you didn't."

"I did, and I'd do it again, Y/N. Besides, you can't say he didn't have an ass-kicking coming to him."

You let out a soft laugh, but your vision began to blur as tears welled. A swirl of emotions welled inside of you, tumultuous and much more than you had anticipated feeling tonight. You were touched that Gerard was so concerned about you. Embarrassed that he had to get involved at all. Glad that he did, after all.

At the sight of your tears, he stepped closer. It was him now who tenderly wiped your face, brushing away stray tears with his thumb.

"Jesus, Y/N, I can stand a few punches to the face but I can't stand seeing you cry."

That was all you needed to hear to get oceans pouring from your eyes instead of streams. You embraced Gerard, burying your head into his shoulder. Gerard folded his arms around you in response.

"Y/N I want to tell you...I mean I hope you know...just how important you are to me and how I feel about you. You deserve to be happy."

"You're so nice to me that I almost don't know how to process it." you admitted beneath an awkard, tear-ridden laugh. "Thank you. You need to know you're important to me too. I..I just--" You planted an aggressive kiss on his cheek, unable to express your myriad of emotions in words.

"There, I think that expresses everything."

"Everything?"Gerard asked, brushing a strand oh hair behind your shoulder, "There's a few points I'd like to add."

His hand cupped the side of your face and your lips met, softly at first, a salty mixture of tears and coppery blood. The kiss quickly deepened, caught in your own world, unable to get enough of the taste of each other. That is until Gerard winced and pulled back, blood dripping from his lower lip. His cut had only deepened from your exertions.

"We'll have to postpone this until that's better." you said, handing him another tissue.

"Damn. Kinda regretting that fight now." He laughed.

"Don't regret it. Besides, its not an entirely bad look on you." you teased.

A bashful expression crossed his face as he brushed his hair back from his face.

"I hate to say it but I have a press thing to do in a few minutes with the guys. Meet me in my bus later?" He said, offering another peck on your cheek.

"I'd be crazy not to." you replied, ambushing him with one final hug before he walked off.

You realized something immediately. Despite everything, the heartache, the surprises--you regretted nothing. And as you lifted your fingers to your lips, still buzzing from impact, you knew this had been a tour that changed your life, after all.

Tomorrow, you'd be back onstage, ready to begin again.

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spcncershybrid · 4 years

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Dead?-Spencer Reid Imagine Part Two

GIFS ARE NOT MINE!

Spencer Reid X Mikaelson!Hybrid!Reader

Criminal Minds X The Originals

(Summary: After believing your brother has been framed you and your sibling try to get to the bottom of it.)

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: This won’t make sense if you don’t read part 1. Probably one or two curse words.

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! It can either be crossover (scroll to my first post to see who I write for!!) or just a normal imagine! Also thanks for a lot of likes on my first post in the ‘Dead’ mini series I genuinely appreciate it :))

Rebekah and I enter Rousseau's and grab a seat at the bar. “Nice you see you back here. I was starting to think the Mikaelsons went extinct.” Camille says, passing Rebekah and I a drink. “Don’t worry it’s not poisoned.” She says laughing and walks away to attend other people. “Why do you believe our brother was framed Y/N?” Rebekah aasest taking a sip of her drink. “Well for starters my team and I came here to investigate murders of people being drained and suddenly waking up and leaving. When we got there the detective was immediately drawn to accuse our family and made Spencer and I call Matt Donovan. So I gave Klaus a warning after but the detective told me not to. But that’s not the crazy part Bekah! She made my brain almost explode! She’s a witch. She knows, well thinks the Mikaelsons are apart of it.” I say quickly gulping down my drink as it slightly burns my throat. “What was the witches name?” Rebekah asks fully, gulping her drink and stands up. “Greenwood.” I say standing up with her. “I believe you but we need to figure this out before your team decides to tear down a village to understand our family.” She says as we exit Rousseau's. We speed over to the family house and enter. This place hasn’t changed. “Klaus!” I exclaim as I set my jacket down. “Great another sibling who will forcibly give me an interrogation.” Klaus says emerging from the study. “Let’s get this quick so you can go to your mundane life with your human boyfriend who seemingly doesn’t know about your family secret nor of your siblings.” He continues grabbing a stool and sitting on it. “I’m not here to argue Niklaus seeing that has definitely worked in the past. I’m here to help you. I think you’re being framed by a witch-” I start. “Great more witches.” Klaus says clapping his hands. “Let me guess they’re the one leaving bodies on our bloody doorstep.” He says standing up. “Her name is Mallory Greenwood and I think she has help.” I finished. Elijah comes into the room glancing at Rebekah and I before walking up to us. “I heard the conversation, sorry to intrude, but what has this witch done that you believe our brother is innocent.” He says before standing next to Klaus. “She didn’t want me to warn you. Also my team believes I’m a Mikaelson, although I am, I told them I was a Gerard. I left my things at the station but I can’t go back there Elijah. We have to do this the only way we know how.” I say to him softly, nearly tearing up. “And what way is that?” Klaus questions. “By fighting fire with fire.” I say grabbing my jacket and exit with my family on my tail.

“Where are we headed?” Rebekah says speeding to my side. “The station I can show you the witch girl. Then we go back home and act like normal, human normal. If they decide to arrest all of us we need to stick together.” I say turning to face them. Elijah and Klaus look amused at the plan. We all speed to the station. Elijah and Rebekah instantly head to open the doors. “Wait!” I say, grabbing them and place Klaus’ hand on my shoulder. “Invisique.” I say turning us all invisible. We step inside carefully to not draw attention to the opening door. I spot Detective Greenwood talking to Spencer. I feel my blood boil a bit but brush it off he wouldn’t intentionally hurt me. “Who’s that?” I hear Rebekah whisper to me. “My boyfriend and the witch. Actually let’s all step out and I’ll go in alone.” I whisper back guiding the circle of invisible people outside of the station. I let go and we all appear slowly. “Okay I’ll go in and do what.” I say facing Rebekah and Klaus as Elijah wanders around. “I would say compel the little witch to give us our answers.” Klaus says clasping his hands together. “I can’t compel her in front of them are you insane!” I exclaim looking at Klaus like he's grown five heads. “I would’ve done it but I think they already have wanted posters printed out for all of us.” He says pointing to all of us. “I’ll just go in and talk to my team and if I get stopped by the detective I’ll compel her.” I say straightening out my jacket. They all nod and I start heading inside towards the team. “Welcome back. Cleared your head.” I hear Derek say laughing. I laugh slightly and grab my gun and badge, putting them in their respective places. Hotch and JJ look at me confused, Spencer and Emily just sigh in relief that I’m back. “Hello the Mikaelson family is outside.” A deputy says rushing into the room. “What!” I blurt out. The deputy smirks delighted. I roll my eyes and head out not worrying about my team. “I know you can hear me.” I hear the deputy say. I stop just outside the door as it shuts behind me. “Warn them your team dies.” He continues. “I will shove a wooden stake so far up your ass that the person that turned you would feel it.” I say clenching my jaw. “I have a proposition, an eye for an eye, I will give you Mallory for your stupid family.” He says. “What about my team?” I ask. “They look mighty delicious, especially the skinny one, what’s his name Dr. Reid.” He pauses for a moment. “Fine I’ll give you your team and Mallory for your family.” He says. I turn back and open the door. I glance towards the deputy smirking. I run over to him and grab him by the neck pinning him to the wall. “Threaten my family and team I’ll have your head strung up like a trophy at Mikaelson Manor to remember the idiot that tried to strike a deal with me.” I spat into his face my words stunning him. Hotch and Morgan pull me back as the deputy falls clutching his neck coughing. “Et dormient donec redire.” I whisper looking at the deputy. He falls snoring softly. I shrug a Morgan and Hotch off of me and run out of the station. I run out seeing my sibling dead on the floor, obviously a neck snap. I wait for a moment as they come back to life. “Who did this?” I ask them. “A tall guy that was canoodling with the witch. Melinda?” Rebekah says standing up. I automatically know who she's talking about. “Mallory? But we don’t have to worry about him he’s asleep until I get back to the station. We just have to figure out what she wants with our family.” I say as Elijah and Klaus get up. They both look at me confused. “Let’s just go home and figure this out. Get Marcel and Davina, potentially Kol and Freya so we can stop all this mess.” I say speeding off to the manor.

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We enter the manor dropping our things on the couch and head towards the kitchen. The front door opens and familiar voices drown into the kitchen. “Explain to us in detail of what is going on.” Davina says immediately. “Hey Dav nice to see you too.” I say laughing. “But in all seriousness I think Klaus is being framed by a detective and a deputy. One is a witch and the other is a vampire, I think.” I say. “So this whole thing can end one or two ways. She kills all of us or we kill them.” Marcel says entering the conversation. “We can’t die but they can. So I vote we kill them.” Rebekah says hopping off her stool raising her hand. Klaus seems to agree but I immediately shoot down her idea. “No Rebekah because we can probably get arrested.” I say lying slightly. I don’t care for the fact that we get arrested but for the fact that my team has no idea this world or lifestyle exists. “It’s something else spill.” Rebekah says walking up to me. “None of my team knows about all of us being vampires, hybrids, and witches. I can’t just freely compel them, it feels wrong. They’re like my second family. They’re human and I like that they aren’t involved in our crazy messed up life. Of course one day I would’ve had to tell them but I didn’t expect that moment to come so soon.” I admit to her sighing as a heavy weight gets lifted off my shoulder. They all look at me sympathetically. “Tell them once this mess is all over. Then if all goes well we can all have dinner.” Rebekah says hugging me for a moment. We all stare at each other for a moment before a series of knocks abrupting the silence. “Mikaelson family! FBI!” I hear Derek say. “Let’s all get arrested I guess.” I start before hearing knocks again. “We can compel for freedom; all things are off the table. I will tell them about it later.” I finished as the door burst open. Spencer looks at me with pure confusion on his face as he comes over to arrest me. “I know my rights Spence just get this over with.” I say as he cuffs me. “Why?” He says his voice cracking slightly. “There’s a certain side of me I’ll explain after this is done.” I say as a tear slips out. He sighs softly guiding me outside into a police car. He jumps into the passenger's seat. I look out the window catching eyes with Davina. ‘Now’s the time Dav make us all invisible.’ I say telepathically. She nods. ‘On the count of three’ I say. ‘One’ I say looking around. “Y/N tell me what’s going on?” Spencer says. “Spencer I love you just know that.” I say breaking my gaze from Davina looking at him in the eyes. “What I’m about to do will make no sense, don't even try figuring it out.” I say tearing up. “You probably won’t see me for a while depending on how this goes.” I say as a tear slips out. He wipes the tear. “What do you mean?” He questions his voice laced with concern. “I love you Spencer Reid.” I say. I shift my elbow rolling down the window. I look over to Davina who’s getting loaded into a cruiser. She makes eye contact as I nod towards her. “omnes supernaturali creatura invisibilis verto.” We say aloud making every supernatural creature around us turn invisible. Spencer looks stunned looking around to see if anyone noticed what he saw. All the police officers and my team members look around stunned. No one says anything. I break the handcuffs and step out of the car noticing all the car doors are open. Thankfully they all got the memo. “Hotch what the hell was that?” Derek says aloud. “I have no idea.” Hotch answers confused. “Reid are you okay?” Derek says jogging to Spencer. “They said they loved me. I didn’t say it back. Now I have no clue if I’ll ever see them again.” Spencer says sadly running his hand through his hair. Trust me we will. I sped over to the police station hoping that’s where my family went. “Are you all here?” I whisper knowing if they’re near they can hear me. “I am.” I hear Marcel say. “Here.” I hear Elijah, Kol and Klaus say in unison. “Present!” I hear Davina and Rebekah say. “Where’s Freya?” I question. I wave my hand in the air making us all visible. All of them appear except Freya. “Are you guys the Mikaelson family?” An officer says coming up to us. We all nod staring at each other. “Here.” He says handing me an envelope. I open the envelope pulling out a card. I turn to my siblings opening it. ‘Meet us at The Abattoir 8PM.” I drop the card on the floor looking at all of my siblings. This is a full fledged war. Let the games begin.

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years

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Baby, You’re A Haunted House

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader Rating: General (TW for blood, mentions of a suicide) Requested By: None Word Count: 6,330 Author’s Note: Here is my first story for spooky season! I had hoped to have it up sooner, but life has been busy. This story has been in my mind since this spring. I intend on writing a little bit about the location it’s set in because it’s real! It really is a seminary that was converted into apartments in my hometown. I’ll link to the post here when it’s written. And yes, that is a picture of it below! Also!!! There is a reference to another one of my favorite bands and one of their albums, first person who can correctly point it out wins... a prize? My admiration? Not sure yet, but shout it out if you know it!

It all seemed too good to be true.

(YN)’s roommate had let her know that she was going to be moving out of town for a new job and the thought of looking for a new apartment or roommate was overwhelming. She was dreading the process, but the next day while eating her lunch at work, she spotted an ad in the paper for Holy Name Heights. The description stated the apartments were newly renovated and located in a historic building on the edge of town, so she called right away to set up a tour.

Later that week she was touring the building that had previously been a seminary for many years. The diocese had sold the second and third floors of the sprawling building to a developer who converted the rooms into apartments, while leaving the first floor as office spaces for the diocese, a Catholic charity organization, and a small museum about the history of the church’s presence in the area.

“This place is beautiful,” (YN) marveled at the space. While being only one bedroom, it was spacious, had a washer and dryer so she wouldn't need to haul her laundry anywhere, assigned parking, not to mention a beautiful view, but a question nagged at the back of her mind. “How much is it per month?”

“$850 per month including utilities,” the agent replied with a smile.

“Oh! Ok, yes, I’d love to apply!”

A few weeks later as (YN) was moving her things into her brand new third floor apartment, she realized how quiet the building was. She paused briefly at each door as she walked by, straining to hear if anyone else was there. As she arrived at her own door with another armload of boxes, the door next to hers opened and a dark haired man stepped out. She shot him a quick smile as she fumbled for her keys.

“Do you need some help?” He asked.

“That’d be great,” she laughed and he took the box from her so she could get her keys straightened out. “I’m (YN).”

“Gerard,” he replied as she got the door open and took the box back from him.

“Have you lived here long?”

“Just moved in last weekend. I’m glad I’m not the only one up here anymore.”

“Wait, seriously? None of these other apartments are occupied?”

“I don’t think so, I haven’t seen many people around. I guess an old seminary might be kind of a hard sell.”

“Yea, I’m not sure I would have considered it either if I wasn’t in a bind. Thanks for the help with the box,” (YN) smiled as she shifted it in her arms.

“No problem, I’ll see ya around,” he smiled before continuing down the hall.

“See ya,” she called after him. (YN) closed the door behind her and shook her head. Cool apartment, good price, cute neighbor. It all seemed too good to be true.

The next day (YN) got up, made a pot of coffee and set about unloading the box that held her mug collection. The fact that she didn’t have to share cupboards with a roommate delighted her, as she didn’t have to worry about any of her favorites getting damaged. She put on some music and made her way over to the living room window as the smell of brewing coffee filled the room.

Her view was of the front of the building. Trees with bare branches lined the hillside that the building sat upon and a long driveway led up to the front of the building. She loved knowing that the leaves would soon be filling those branches, and then in the fall they’d turn beautiful shades of gold, red and orange. She also liked the idea of being able to see who was coming and going up the driveway.

After enjoying her coffee, she got back to work unpacking her apartment. The hours flew by as the pile of broken down cardboard boxes piled up near her door. As she wiped her sweaty brow, she realized she had no idea what to do with the boxes and trash that had accumulated. Had the agent even shown her where the dumpsters were? Then she had an idea. Gerard.

Should she bother him? She didn’t even know for sure if he was in. She took a deep breath as she approached his door and knocked. She wondered how long she should wait if he wasn’t there, or didn’t want to answer. She’d never interacted much with the neighbors at her old apartment building, so maybe she was being totally obnoxious. (YN) was so deep in her own thoughts that she almost didn’t notice that the door was opening.

“Hey (YN), what’s up?”

“Hi, umm this is probably super dumb, but I don’t know where the recycling bins and dumpsters are. The agent never pointed them out, and I didn’t think to ask until I realized I was knee deep in broken down boxes,” she laughed nervously.

“I can help you carry boxes down,” Gerard offered with a smile.

“You don’t have to do that,” (YN) could feel herself blushing.

“It’s no problem.”

“I mean, if you insist!” (YN) laughed and he followed her back to her door. They each took an armload of boxes and Gerard led the way to the staircase that was at the end of the hallway next to his apartment. (YN) glanced over her shoulder at the dark portion of the staircase that led up to a door, most likely the attic. She quirked an eyebrow in curiosity but continued after Gerard.

“So what do you do?” (YN) asked, breaking the silence that hung between them as they headed down the stairs.

“I’m a comic book writer,” he replied almost sheepishly.

“Oh wow, that’s really cool,” (YN) replied genuinely and Gerard lit up.

“Thanks! A lot of people think it’s kinda lame, but it’s just a different type of writing, ya know?” (YN) nodded in agreement. “What do you do?”

“Boring office work,” she said shaking her head. “I wish I had time to do creative stuff like write or draw.”

“You should try, even if it’s just a little bit at a time,” he said as he opened the door leading out into the bright sunshine. “The dumpsters are back here.”

“Thanks,” (YN) smiled as she dropped her share into the recycling bin. "And maybe I'll try to find some time to write, if inspiration strikes."

"You'd be surprised how ideas can pop up when you least expect them," Gerard replied as they made their way back to their floor.

Winter started to melt into spring, and (YN) had settled into the routine of her new apartment life. Or at least she thought she was.

It quickly became clear that she must have been a lot more absentminded than she realized, and her old roommate must have been picking up her slack. She could have sworn she had more milk left when she put the carton back in the fridge, but when she grabbed it the next morning for her cereal there was almost none left. And then there were all the things that just seemed to disappear for no reason that never reappeared, no matter how hard she looked.

One thing that didn’t seem to disappear was her crush on her neighbor Gerard. Interacting with him also became part of her routine, as it always seemed they were running into each other walking into the building or by the mailboxes.

It just happened that it was one of those lucky days, as (YN) had just walked in with her bags from grocery shopping when Gerard walked by.

“Hey (YN),” he smiled.

“Gerard,” (YN) started, trying to stifle a laugh. “ I’m not trying to be mean, but do you know how to cook? I feel like I’ve only ever seen you with take out, but never groceries,” she said nodding to her own bags.

“I know how to cook! I am a functional adult,” he replied with feigned offense.

“If you say so, enjoy your dinner,” (YN) replied as she entered her apartment.

“I’ll prove it to you,” he called just as she was about to shut the door.

She poked her head out the door, eyebrows raised. “Oh really?”

“Tomorrow night? 7 o’clock?”

“I’ll be there,” she replied with a smile. When the door was shut behind her, she couldn’t help but let out a squeal of delight.

The next evening (YN) was digging through her drawers looking for the sweater she wanted to wear to dinner with Gerard, but she absolutely could not find it.

“This is crazy, I know I saw it when I was putting away laundry,” she muttered to herself. She got up and went over to the closet housing the washer and dryer, in hopes it had just fallen between the machines, or maybe was still in the dryer. She looked all around but found nothing, and trudged back to her room.

‘Wait, I didn’t turn the light off,’ she said, flipping the switch back on with a shake of her head. “I need to get more sleep.”

Giving up the search, she threw on a different top and checked the time. It was a few minutes past 7 and she hurried out the door.

“Welcome to my humble home,” Gerard said with a smile as he let (YN) in.

“Hmm, seems familiar,” (YN) giggled. “Oh dinner smells great!”

“Thank you,” Gerard smiled proudly. “We’ll be having spaghetti and meatballs. Umm, I don’t drink, so I have soda or water,” Gerard offered.

“Water is fine,” (YN) replied as she sat down at the table. “How’d you day go?”

“Good, I think I have a new story I wanna work on,” he answered as he placed plates on the table and sat down himself. “How about you.”

“Pretty boring actually. I’ll have to admit, knowing that we’re gonna be having dinner got me through my day.”

Gerard smiled and (YN) could have sworn she saw a blush creeping across his cheeks as he glanced down. "I'm glad I could help."

Conversation lulled as they dug into their meals, and The Smashing Pumpkins played softly in the background.

"Ok, I have to apologize for that dig yesterday about you not cooking, this is very good,” (YN) smiled.

"I have to admit, I bought the sauce, and the meatballs were frozen," Gerard winced.

“That’s fine! I do the same,” she laughed and Gerard looked relieved.

(YN) was having a wonderful time hanging out with Gerard and she felt like she could listen to him talk forever. He spoke with such passion and enthusiasm, it drew her in and she hung on his words. They laughed and joked and the time flew by until (YN) found herself stifling a yawn and she glanced down at her watch.

"Oh, it's late! I should get outta your hair."

“Well m’lady,” he said, affecting the same posh accent they had been joking around in earlier and bowing before her, “I do hope this evening has lived up to all your expectations.”

“It most certainly has,” she said with a laugh as she curtseyed holding out an imaginary skirt.

Gerard reached out and took her hand in his and placed a kiss to the back of it, catching her off guard as he looked up at her from behind his lashes. "I hope we can do it again sometime soon."

(YN) nodded. "Yea," she said almost breathlessly. "I'd love that."

Gerard walked her to the door and when she glanced back at him when she reached her own door, he was leaning against his door frame.

"Night," she waved before walking into her apartment and he smiled and waved back.

(YN) could hardly sleep that night, as she was absolutely buzzing.

Weekly dinners soon became a tradition between (YN) and Gerard, with both of them taking turns hosting the other. (YN) knew she was terrible at both flirting and picking up when others were flirting with her, but she couldn't help but feel like Gerard might just like her too.There was something about the way his friendly hugs and touches started to linger longer and longer.

One night when they had been hanging out Gerard had casually mentioned going to hang out with his brother on his birthday, so (YN) took it upon herself to bring him his present before he left that day. As she stood at his door, she felt just as nervous as the first time she was at his door asking for help with her boxes. Once again she was totally lost in thought when Gerard opened the door.

"Hey (YN)!" He greeted her.

"Hi! Happy birthday!" She smiled, holding out the plate of chocolate chip cookies and the card she picked out just for him.

"You remembered my birthday?" He asked, his eyes going wide and pink dusting his cheeks.

"Of course I did!" She laughed. “How could I forget?” She added a little more softly.

The smile grew on Gerard’s face and (YN)’s heart fluttered. “Thanks,” he finally replied, shaking his head. “Hey (YN), I was wondering, if umm, you’d like to maybe like go out on a date, like a real date some time? Don’t feel like you have to say yes just because it’s my birthday.”

(YN) laughed again, and she could feel herself blushing. “Yea, that would be really nice,” she nodded. “And I definitely would have said yes, even if it wasn’t your birthday.”

“Great!” Gerard grinned, but the buzzing of his phone grabbed his attention. "Oh, Mikey's here."

"Have fun with him," (YN) smiled and waved as she turned to go while Gerard grabbed his jacket and keys.

"Wait," Gerard said as he locked the door and jogged over to her, just as she was reaching her door. She looked up at him expectantly and he seemed nervous again before leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. "Thanks again for the card."

"No problem," (YN) smiled before ducking into her own apartment to swoon.

A few days later, it was finally the day of their first date. Gerard suggested they go to the art museum and grab coffee. Even though they hung out all the time, the fact that this was actually a date made things ever so slightly awkward. As they walked into the museum, their hands brushed a few times before Gerard took her hand in his. She glanced over and smiled up at him and he seemed relieved. They chatted and joked happily as they walked through the exhibits before they went down the street to the cafe.

Finding a table tucked away from the others, they settled in with their coffees. The sun that had been shining when they walked in was soon covered in dark heavy clouds, and big heavy raindrops began to beat at the windows. Something about it made a shiver run down (YN)'s spine, a feeling she’d almost grown accustomed to.

"Gerard, can I ask you something kinda weird?" She asked when there was a lull in the conversation.

"Sure," he nodded.

(YN) sighed and looked down. "This is gonna sound crazy, and maybe I'm going crazy, but sometimes things get moved in my apartment, or I feel like someone or something is watching me. I've checked every inch of it and there's nothing there, but I dunno. Have you ever felt that in your apartment?" She finally looked up and was startled by Gerard's expression.

"Yea," he said softly, a look of unease on his face. "I totally know what you mean. I notice it when I’m at your place mostly, but sometimes when you come around," he trailed off.

"But, I mean, ghosts and stuff aren’t real though, right? Like It’s probably just the vibe of it being an old building.”

“Yea,” Gerard nodded with a tight smile. “Ghosts aren’t real, vampires aren’t gonna hurt you, zombies aren’t gonna eat your brain while you’re at the mall.”

“Right! You are right. I’m sure it will pass.”

After the rain stopped, they headed back to their building and headed up to the third floor, stopping in front of her door.

“I had a lot of fun today,” (YN) smiled.

“Me too,” Gerard nodded. “I, I really like you (YN). I hope we can do this again.”

(YN) grinned and nodded. “I really like you too Gee, and yes I’d really love to go out again as well.”

Gerard’s face lit up, any nervousness alleviated. He reached up, cupping her cheek gently, as her eyelids fluttered closed. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers softly, before pulling back just as quick.

“I can’t wait to do that again,” Gerard whispered.

“Then do it again,” she replied.

Gerard didn’t hesitate for a second longer, leaning back in and kissing her deeply as she kissed back. His hand found her waist as she clutched his jacket. When they finally pulled back, they were both breathless and smiling.

(YN) knew that it was the start of something special.

Summer arrived with warm weather and abundant sunshine, but that didn’t stop the cold drafts that would breeze through (YN)’s apartment, even when the air conditioning was off. But then the noises started. Thumps and knocks in the middle of the night, jolting her awake. Once she was convinced someone was hammering frantically on her door. In the middle of the night. She jumped out of bed and rushed to the door, checking through the peephole to see who was there. But there was no one.

The solution that seemed to be working best was spending as much time away from the apartment, specifically out with Gerard. From picnics in the park, to going to movies, cafes, wandering around book stores or comic book shops for hours, (YN) loved every moment of it.

One evening they were watching a movie in her apartment, happily curled up on the couch together when the thumps in the wall began behind them.

“What was that?” Gerard asked, startled.

(YN) sighed. “No idea. It’s been like this for a while now. I called the maintenance guy, but he doesn't think anything is in the walls. It’s why I’ve been so tired lately, I haven’t been sleeping, like at all.”

“Do you wanna come stay over at my place tonight? Maybe you’ll sleep better,” he offered.

(YN) smiled back at him. “Ok sure,” she nodded. When the movie was over, she changed into pajamas and they made their way back over to his apartment for the night. The next morning when she woke up, she stretched and sighed happily as Gerard held her close.

“Sleep well?” Gerard asked sleepily.

“Mmhmm,” she replied, looking up at him. She reached up and brushed away the hair that was falling across his face. “Best I have in a long time.”

“You’re welcome here anytime you want, sugar,” he said leaning in and kissing her sweetly.

"I worry that I'll overstay my welcome if I’m over here that often," (YN) laughed.

"Not possible, sugar," he said with a smile. "I love getting to spend my nights with you. Days too. I guess what I’m trying to say is I love you, (YN)."

“I love you too Gerard,” she replied before leaning in and kissing him deeply.

September arrived and Gerard was going to be gone for the weekend with a few of his friends on a guy’s trip for his brother Mikey’s birthday. (YN) was a little nervous at first about being alone at night, to the point where she was considering going to visit her parents for the weekend. Surprisingly, she was able to sleep through the night without any noises or strange occurrences waking her up.

The next morning she got up and went to retrieve a mug from the cupboard for her morning coffee. Without warning, a glass flew down from the top shelf, smashing into her forehead. (YN) yelped in surprise and stumbled back, glass shards littering the floor. Tentatively she reached up and touched just above her brow and when she pulled back, her fingers were covered in blood.

"Shiiiiit," she groaned as she carefully stepped over the broken glass on the floor and made her way to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, she felt nauseous at the sight. Blood dripping from the gash landed and streaked down her cheek like tears, accenting the dark circles under her eyes that she just couldn't shake after so many nights of interrupted sleep. She looked like death.

"Gee must really love me if this is what he's looking at every day," she muttered as she dabbed away at the blood with a washcloth.

A few hours later while walking out the emergency department with a fresh set of stitches, she decided she may as well fill in Gerard.

Happy friday! guess where i just left!

From Gerard 💖: Work let you take a half day?

Hospital 😬

She dropped her phone back into her purse as she made her way across the parking lot, but by the time she got the door unlocked, Gerard was calling her.

"What happened?!" He asked frantically as soon as she picked up.

(YN) sighed. "A glass fell out of my cupboard and I got a cut above my eyebrow. Just a couple stitches and I wanted to make sure they got all the glass out," she replied, downplaying the accident. She knew he'd be back in a few days and he'd know she wasn't telling the whole truth about the cut, but she didn't want him to worry or end his trip early.

"But you're ok? Do you want me to come back?"

"Yes, I'm ok. But no, don't cut your trip short, I'm gonna go straight over to my parents for the rest of the weekendI think. It's one thing when we're losing sleep with weird noises, it's another to be attacked like this."

"You… you think," he sighed, seeming to be choosing his words carefully. "That a ghost did it?" Gerard asked in a hushed tone.

"If the glass was off balance and simply fell out of the cupboard it would have gone straight down. This was thrown at me, Gee. There was force behind it."

"Fuck," Gerard muttered. "I'm sorry sugar."

"Don't worry, I'm ok, I promise."

(YN) was grateful that Gerard believed what she told him about the haunting of her apartment. He could have easily dismissed her or her fears as crazy and ghost her, but he didn't. He was just as concerned about the situation and her wellbeing. After that weekend they began talking about moving out as soon as their leases were up.

It had been a couple weeks when Gerard had a meeting in the city that was going to run late into the evening, so (YN) was stuck spending the night alone in her own apartment for the first time since the attack.

As she got in bed, she wondered how long it would be before she would be woken up at night. The noises always managed to cut right through her slumber to wake her, no matter how exhausted she was when she fell asleep. And exhausted she was as her eyelids were heavy as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She wasn't sure what time it was when the noise woke her up, but she sat up in bed and looked at the ceiling. It sounded like skittering, and she wondered if it might be something as innocent as an animal stuck in the attic. 'Wouldn't it be something if it was some animal all along,' she thought as she laid back down and closed her eyes again.

What felt like only moments later she opened them again, but she was not in her room. She wasn’t even in her apartment.

“Gerard?”

He looked up from where he was sitting on the floor in front of his couch with a look of concern and fear on his face unlike any she had seen before. “(YN), are you ok?”

“No, I’m- why am I in your apartment?”

“I was asleep and some noise up in the attic woke me up, but before I could fall back asleep there was this loud bang and I went up to check what was going on because it sounded different from anything before, and you were up there on the floor like you fainted. You didn't even stir until just now when you woke up.”

(YN) shook her head. “I heard the noise too, but I went back to sleep, I didn’t even get out of bed, I went right back to sleep until I just woke up here. What could have made me faint if I wasn't even awake and can’t remember what I saw?”

Gerard ran his hand through his hair, considering her question and when he spoke, his voice shook slightly. “I… I dunno (YN). After I brought you down from the attic, I went back to your apartment so I could put you in your own bed and your door was locked.”

“But that’s not possible unless I took my keys and locked it behind me. Should we go up and look for them upstairs?”

“No!” Gerard said quickly. “I mean, I don’t want to make you stay here if you don’t want, we can call the maintenance line to let you in, but I don’t wanna go up there again. Tonight, I mean.”

(YN) climbed off the couch and sat next to him on the floor. “I’ll stay here, you know that's fine but,” she paused, taking a deep breath. “What did you see up there Gee?”

He shook his head, looking down at his hands. “We can talk about it in the morning? It’s late.”

(YN) swallowed hard and nodded. "Yea, that's a good idea."

Gerard got up, offered her a hand, helping her up. He placed a kiss to the back of her hand before leading the way to his room.

(YN) always felt safe with Gerard's arms wrapped around her holding her tight, but it was still a very poor night of sleep for both of them. The next morning (YN) and Gerard were sitting in his living room, sipping coffee in silence before (YN)'s curiosity got the best of her.

"Can you tell me what you saw up there now?" (YN) asked suddenly.

Gerard looked up at her, the dark circles under his eyes matching hers. He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Do you really wanna know?"

(YN) nodded. "I wanna understand what happened last night. Well as much of it as I can."

Gerard drew a deep breath. "Ok. I went up there when I heard the second bang. I was kinda surprised the door was open. And then I was shining my flashlight around and," he drew in a breath and shook his head. "I thought I saw someone at the far end of the attic, but my flashlight went through him. I started to panic and that's when I realized you were on the floor. I grabbed you and carried you back down here and, well you know the rest."

"You saw the ghost?" (YN) asked, her voice cracking with fear.

Gerard nodded solemnly. "I think so."

Gerard's words kept ringing through (YN)'s mind. There was no denying it now, she was being haunted by a ghost. She was, generally speaking, freaked out about the whole situation, but also a little curious. That's when she remembered the museum on the first floor.

The space was small, no larger than an office. Shelves were filled with books and bibles, and old black and white photos lined the walls, but one picture stood out as different from the rest. An elderly woman stood before it, gazing up at the portrait of the young man.

"Excuse me, do you know any of the history of this building?"

The elderly woman tore her eyes off the photo and looked back at (YN). "Well, I should say I do. What can I help you with?"

"I don't know how to ask this delicately, but, umm, is there any reason to believe that it might be haunted?"

The elderly woman nodded slowly. "Well, yes, I suppose there would be," she replied before glancing back at the portrait. "This was my brother, Joshua. He was in the seminary and was going to become a priest when he met her."

"Her?"

"Elenora. She was beautiful," she paused, studying (YN) for a moment, "actually you remind me of her. But he was so conflicted, he wanted to be a priest, but he was so enchanted by her. He convinced himself, and her, that the only way they could be together was in death."

"Oh no," (YN) gasped.

She nodded. "They were to jump together from the roof. He went first, she never went."

"I'm so sorry," she replied softly.

"It was 60 years ago. I had known Elenora my whole life, so I blamed myself for introducing her into his life, but I didn't blame her! I still don't. I don't admit this to many people, but we're still friends."

"You have a very forgiving heart," (YN) smiled. "Thank you for telling me all that."

She nodded. "That is what I am here for," she replied as she walked around to a small desk and picked up a dust rag before turning back to one of the shelves.

(YN) made her way back to her apartment and shut the door. "Joshua, if that's you, please leave me alone," she said.

Nothing happened and (YN) shrugged.

The cool fall weather settled in and October was filled with the warm glow of red, yellow, and orange leaves on the trees outside, but by Halloween, the branches were blown bare, leaving dark, imposing branches reaching toward the sky.

Gerard's friend Frank invited them to his house for a Halloween party, and to celebrate his birthday.

A night out, dressed as Bonnie and Clyde, was exactly what they both needed after all the time they spent living in a real life haunted house for almost a year now. (YN) also loved spending time with Gerard's friends. They quickly made her feel welcome and made her future with Gerard seem even better.

It wasn't too terribly late when they decided to call it a night and headed home. "I'm gonna go change and I'll be over," (YN) said before heading into her apartment. Gerard nodded and headed to his own door.

She kicked off her shoes and dropped her jacket over the back of the chair when she felt a cold rush of air blow past her. She closed her eyes as a shiver ran through her whole body. When she opened them, again the cold air was surrounding her, wind blowing her skirt around as a freezing rain started to pelt her arms and face. Frantically she looked around, realizing she was on a rooftop. Before she could get her bearings, phantom hands were on her, pushing and pulling her toward the edge.

"No! No! Get off of me! Let go!" She screamed, flailing her arms, trying to shake off the attack. She seemed to break free and started to run toward the hatch to the attic.

The hands grabbed her ankle and sent her tumbling to the rough surface of the roof. When she looked over her shoulder, a figure made of a shadowy mist was pulling her by the leg toward the edge.

"No! Stop it! No!" She screamed again, her hands scratching at the roof, trying to make purchase.

From behind her she heard a bang. She looked up and saw Gerard at the opening to the attic. "(YN)!"

"Gee! Help!"

"Let her go!" Gerard commanded as he ran to (YN), pulling her off the ground and wrapping her in his arms protectively. She buried her face against his shoulder as she clutched his shirt. "Are you ok? I got you sugar, you’re safe now."

"No, no I'm not ok," she sobbed.

"Come on, let's get inside."

Gerard helped her down the ladder and carried her down the stairs to his apartment. He set her down in the bathroom and set to work cleaning the cuts across her hands, legs, and feet.

"Gee, I don't wanna stay here tonight, I can’t stay here anymore, I have to move or I’m gonna end up dead!" (YN) cried as Gerard wiped the blood away from her palm.

"I know sugar, I'll get you cleaned up and we'll go find a hotel room tonight, ok?" (YN) sniffled and nodded in agreement. “And then in the morning we’re gonna find a new place to live, you and me.”

(YN) had been watching as he worked, but hearing him say that she looked up at him. “Together? Even after all this? What if it follows me?!"

He reached up and wiped away the tears that were rolling down her cheek. “Together. Nothing's gonna come between us, not even a ghost."

A smile finally broke across her face as he placed bandages on the worst cuts. Then she finally changed out of her soaked and bloodied Halloween costume and into a pair of Gerard's sweatpants and an old hoodie. She didn't have shoes, but she didn't care. She wasn't going back into her apartment until the day she was going back to pack it up and move out. And even then, she was considering hiring someone to do it for her.

"Ready to go?" He asked when she walked out of his room.

"Let’s get away from here," she nodded and he took her hand. They hurried through the cold rain to his car and she sighed as she sunk into the passenger seat. She finally felt free.

Gerard started down the long tree-lined drive when suddenly a large tree limb came crashing down in front of them. (YN) screamed as Gerard slammed on the breaks.

"Shit! Are you ok?" He asked breathlessly.

"Look!" She whimpered, pointing a shaking finger out the window. Gerard looked as well at the ghastly figure on the other side of the branch. Gerard put the car in park and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Gee, what are you doing? Gee? Gerard! Stop it, get back in here!" She cried frantically as he got out of the car. Not knowing what else to do, she scrambled out as well.

"Give her to me!" The phantom wailed, striking cold terror through her. "I gave my life for my love, she belongs to me!"

"This is not your love!" Gerard shouted back.

She moved to stand next to Gerard, interlacing her fingers with his. "I'm not Elenora! I've never done you wrong!" She pleaded. "Gerard is my true love! Let us pass!"

The phantom's face contorted, snarling, teeth growing long, fingers becoming claw-like. (YN) screamed in fright as Gerard stepped in front of her. As the ghost launched at them, headlights came up the drive, shining bright in their eyes, and the phantom faded into nothing.

The other car stopped and the driver got out. "Need help moving that branch outta the way? Woah, you two look like you've seen a ghost," the man laughed.

Gerard shook his head and looked back at (YN) sympathetically. "Well, it is Halloween."

A few months later (YN) and Gerard had settled into their new place. There was nothing in the new place that (YN) would describe as too good to be true. Their commutes were longer, they had to go to the laundromat to do laundry, and they were paying more in rent, but they were together and they finally had peace. And that was worth every penny.

“Hey Gee,” (YN) said as she padded into the living room one Saturday afternoon, holding something behind her back.

“Yea sugar?”

“So I’ve been working on something. I’m not sure it’s any good, but I think it’s finally ready for you to look at.”

Gerard sat up and looked up at her curiously. “What is it?” (YN) handed him a binder. “The Haunting on Holy Name Hill."

“A long time ago, back when we first met, you said I should try writing or drawing if I’m interested in it because you never know when inspiration will strike, and since moving out of that awful place I’ve been trying to wrap my head around everything that happened. So I started writing about it," she shrugged. "I fictionalized some of the events and changed our names, but can you read it and tell me if it’s any good?”

“(YN) I’m so proud of you,” he said with a smile as he got up and wrapped her in a hug. “I’m gonna read it right now.”

“If you insist. I’m gonna go to the laundromat.”

A while later when (YN) came back, Gerard wasn’t on the couch where she’d left him. “Hey Gee, did you finish reading it yet?”

“Yep,” she heard him reply as he came back from the second bedroom they’d set up as his office. “And I have something to show you too.”

“What’s that?”

“First of all, wow, the story is so well written!” he grinned.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously, you’re a natural! And second, look,” he said handing her a stack of drawings.

“What are these?”

“I was thinking, if you want, we could pitch your story as a graphic novel and these are some drawings I did when I was reading it. This is your character, this one is me.”

“Gee, these are amazing! And you really think that it’s publishable?”

“I really do,” he nodded.

“Ok yea, let’s do it. Other than being the place where we met, there should be some kind of good that comes from that awful place. And maybe serve as a warning to everyone else about things that seem too good to be true."

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All the Many Shades of Gerry - Chapter 11

Chapters: 11/19

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Gerard Keay/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood/Gerard Keay, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist

Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Gertrude Robinson, Elias Bouchard

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Library AU, Librarian Jon, Artist Gerry, Trans Male Character, Trans Martin Blackwood, Canon Asexual Character, Asexual Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Ace Subtype - Sex Positive, Polyamory, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Romantic Fluff, Falling In Love, Boys in Skirts, Kissing, Demisexual Gerard Keay, Minor Character Death, Past Character Death, Canon-Typical Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Flirting, Minor Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist/Tim Stoker, Adventures in Hair Dying, Happy Ending, Banter, Gerry has a lot of sass, Gerard Keay is Morticia Adams, Jon is a very grumpy Librarian, Martin adores them anyway.

Summary: In which Gerry is a kaleidoscope and Jon and Martin can’t help falling in love with him.

He happens to love them back.

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Jon has a terrible, sinking feeling about what he considers their new Mary Keay problem.

He knows Gerry feels more confident that he can deal with her now, as an adult with his own resources and a solid foundation, but Jon doesn't want her ever walking into their lives again.

He feels the threat of her existence hanging over their hard-won peace like an anvil on a lace string.

"I think we should try to find her," Jon tells Martin one evening when they’re alone in bed. Gerry is downstairs painting, and even though he almost certainly can't hear them, Jon whispers it like a dirty secret.

"You think-" Martin looks up from his book with an almost comically incredulous look on his face. "You think we should look for a murder who threatened your life?"

Utterly uninterested in secrets between the three of them, Martin does not attempt to speak quietly.

"Well, when you put it like that," Jon grumbles, returning his attention to his book and pretending to drop it.

The next day at work, he puts his researching skills to the test. It doesn't even take very long, and in less than an hour, he has an address in Morden, where she apparently owns a bookstore of all things.

The information available is fairly spartan, updated more than a year ago, but Jon can see enough. He can see that she lives less than an hour from Gerry, and it itches at him.

He knows he shouldn't go. Knows that Martin and Gerry will be furious if they ever find out that he snooped, nevermind if he goes there and unsettles old ghosts..

But still, he takes a half-day off from work and gets on a bus to Morden.

When Jon arrives and finds the storefront boarded up, he is half reassured, half perturbed. He had felt almost relieved when he had a concrete lead to follow, but now all he has is more questions.

"She's dead."

Jon startles at being unexpectedly spoken to and turns towards a teen girl sitting in the storefront doorway next door.

"She died, like a while ago? Apparently she lost her shit and cut herself up with a piece of glass. Bleed to death on the floor." She inclines her head towards the dilapidated bookstore. She seems quite taken with the gossip, as if it's the most interesting thing to ever intercept with her boring life. It probably is, Jon thinks, uncharitably.

"When did it happen?" He prods, hoping for as many details as possible.

"Oh, like two years ago?" She nods at herself in confirmation. "You can go in if you want. It's haunted. People are always going in to see if they can find Mary's ghost."

Jon shudders, feeling that Mary's ghost is already plenty present enough in his life. He asks how to get in anyway.

Jon doesn't find any obvious ghosts inside, only a lot of dust, a few vandalised books, and a trashed building.

There's a staircase leading upwards and he stares up at the upper landing for a moment, weighing his options. Might as well , he thinks, and proceeds up it carefully.

There's literally nothing but more dust, and Jon descends into a sneezing fit just as he is deciding to cut his losses, feeling slightly dizzy.

The sneezing turns into coughing, and Jon takes a step back to lean against a wall.

But the wall isn't there, and he falls.

And falls.

Jon calls Martin from the hospital. He’s down in Brighton, meeting with a business supplier, and Jon assumes this makes it a safe bet he'll arrive without Gerry. He assumes wrong.

Gerry arrives, alone, in half the time it would take Martin to make the trip, looking flustered and scared.

"How did you get here so fast?" Jon demands incredulously, made short by his shame and physical discomfort.

"How did I-" Gerry pauses and takes a deep breath, but his next words are still slightly shrill. "I took a fucking Uber, Jonathan. How did you get here?"

Jon opens his mouth, but Gerry cuts him off as he goes on.

"You went looking for Mary, didn't you?" Jon's guilty face must tip him off, because he simply goes on, pacing angrily. "Christ, Jon! What the hell were you expecting to find? And you know what, Martin didn't even sound surprised when he called me to tell me you were here. You know, I can understand this uncommunicative bullshit from you, but not Martin."

"That's not very nice," Jon grouses.

"And do you think it was nice for me to hear from Martin that you were hurt? I'm glad to know he was your one and only phone call from an ambulance."

"Gerry-"

"Don't fucking Gerry me."

"I'm sorry," Jon says, looking down at his hands.

"Are you, Jon? Because you don't even know the worst part yet. If you had asked me, I could have told you Mary was dead, and then we wouldn't be in this mess at all."

"You knew?"

"Of course I knew! I was her next of kin!"

Gerry stops, pressing his fingers into his eyes and blowing a hard breath out. He takes several more breaths, heart-pounding, anxiety through the roof.

"Jon, how hurt are you?" Gerry asks quietly, coming closer to gently take a hand.

"Just a few bruises." Gerry raises an eyebrow in disbelief. "A mild concussion." And the other. "Maybe a few broken ribs."

"Oh, my sweet, sweet idiot. How loving you makes me want to climb the walls sometimes."

"Only sometimes?" Jon fills his voice with false levity, although it comes out rather shaky.

Gerry grunts, but leans down to kiss his forehead very gently. It's a minuscule point of contact, but Jon knows Gerry and can feel the tremble of fear (fear for him, who would have thought), and the tension of his frustration.

"I'm going to go talk to the doctor, okay? Just- just take it easy. Everything will be fine, love."

Jon doesn't believe him, not really, but he lets Gerry go. There's a lot of noise and movement after that, and Jon's head spins through most of it. Gerry is there, talking to doctors, querying the tests they want to run, and just generally making his opinion in regards to his partner's care very clear.

Martin knows it's bad when he arrives at the hospital and finds Gerry chain-smoking in the parking lot. His expression mostly just looks exhausted, but in his favorite black trench coat, and most intimidating combat boots, he looks ready to burn something down.

"That bad, huh?" Martin tries, but Gerry simply waves him towards the entrance, not making eye contact.

Martin almost cuts his losses, wanting to deal with one idiot at a time, but doesn't want to leave Gerry to sulk.

"How is he?" Martin asks.

"He's in one piece. They asked me to leave so they could do the x-rays. Apparently, he fell over a banister."

"A banister? How?"

"Your guess is as good as mine until we can interrogate him." Gerry takes a long, contemplative drag of his cigarette. "But apparently it's not all that bad and as long as the x-rays look clear, we can take him home in a couple of hours."

"He couldn't have chosen a worse time."

Gerry grunts in agreement. "He's going to tell us he wants to go back to his own flat, but that's only because he thinks I'm angry at him."

"And why would he think that?" Martin questions.

Gerry takes another long drag of his cigarette as if testing Martin's attention span, or patience, or both. Martin just waits, still and easy.

Gerry explains what he knows, his earlier outburst, Jon's guilty, stupid face.

When the cigarette is smoked and put out, Martin finally approaches Gerry all the way, and Gerry sinks into his arms gratefully.

"Everything will be fine."

"Hardly. This is my fault to begin with, and I yelled at him. In a hospital bed!"

"It's as good a place as any other, love. Come on, let's go get him so we can take him home."

Martin kisses him gently, before taking his hand and dragging him off to find Jon.

"Your partner is very loud." The blonde nurse with the buzzcut tells Jon as she wheels him to imaging.

"In his defense, I'm an idiot." He sighs, causing his battered ribs to ache.

She laughs heartily, wheeling him into an elevator. "Almost everyone I meet as an A&E nurse is. At least you seem like an interesting idiot."

Jon actually smiles, somehow pleased with the observation. "I'm Jon."

"Daisy Tonner." She offers a hand, which Jon shakes as firmly as he can manage. "You seem a bit old for trespassing in haunted houses, Jon."

The elevator dings and she wheels him out into the imaging wing. "I was looking for the woman who died there." Daisy gives him a skeptical look and he sighs dramatically. "I didn't know she was dead."

Daisy nods her understanding. "I remember when she died actually. They brought her here that night. Never seen someone with so much blood loss be so… Erratic. We had to strap her down." Daisy looks contemplative as she recalls the memory.

"She was a crazy bitch to the very end, then?" Jon asks, bitterness creeping through his tone at the woman who caused Gerry (still causes Gerry,) so much pain. Jon doesn't allow himself, yet, to dwell on the heartache of the years of Gerry she took from him.

"For sure," Daisy tells him. "What do you do for a living then?"

"I'm a librarian?" Jon tells her, but it goes up a bit at the end, like a question.

"Really?" Daisy asks wryly, "You don't sound very sure."

Jon considers laughing but remembers his ribs in time to settle on a tired smile. "I do work in a library but to be frank, most of the time I just feel like my boss's busy boy. Always running here and there and doing everything but what I thought I was supposed to be doing."

"Most professions aren't what we think they are when we sign up for them," Daisy observes. She parks his wheelchair outside a door and leans around to let them know a patient is waiting.

"Do you like being a nurse?" Jon asks her when she settles against the wall beside him, looking rather more intimidating than one would expect from the average health care worker.

"Most of the time. Sometimes it can be just exhausting and draining." She shrugs, contemplative. "Sometimes I get a patient that makes all the shit worthwhile. Mostly I just want to deck someone, though."

She cracks up at that and looks down at Jon to give him a feral grin. "Your boyfriend seems like a worthwhile candidate. Very punchable face."

"Careful, he might enjoy it," Jon warns her, deadpan.

They exchange a pointed look for a moment, before bursting into laughter. It pains Jon significantly, but he considers it worthwhile to enjoy the moment with a strange new friend.

By the time Daisy returns Jon to his room, both Martin and Gerry are there. Daisy looks pointedly between blue-haired, pierced, goth Gerry, and pink-haired, jumper clad, soft Martin and then eyes up 'born an 85-year old man' Jon for good measure.

Jon just shrugs at her and she nods in acknowledgment, before helping Jon into his hospital bed.

"As soon as the imaging comes through, it'll be checked by the surgeon on duty," Daisy informs them briskly, "then they'll come through and let you know what's happening. You'd best settle in for a bit of a wait. Buzz if you need me."

With a curt nod and a small smile for Jon, Daisy is off.

Martin comes over and pulls Jon into his comfortable arms, pressing his lips to Jon's forehead. He sighs out in relief to have solid reassurance that Jon is alright, alive, and relatively unscathed.

Gerry also moves over from his perch on the windowsill, and folds himself onto the bed, cross-legged in front of his errant partner.

They settle all together, Martin beside Jon, one unwavering arm around his shoulders, Gerry in front of Jon, both of his hands holding both of Jon's.

Jon opens his mouth to apologize.

"I'll go first," Gerry tells him, gently. "I am sorry that I was so upset earlier and that I raised my voice. I was fucking scared and I took it out on you when you needed me to be soft and steady. I'm also sorry that I didn't tell you Mary was dead before."

Jon tries to interrupt now, but Martin silences him with a squeeze.

"I meant to tell you, but it was all very messed up and over-wrought and I honestly forgot." Gerry looks chastised, a rare blush staining his cheeks. "I hope that we can get better at talking these things out so that this doesn't happen again."

He pauses, considering. "And I hope that if I have made you think that you can't talk to me by avoiding telling you things in the past, that you can forgive me and I will do what I need to be better."

Jon is truly floored, and utterly speechless. The words themselves had been a little bit halting and slightly awkward, as Gerry struggled to express himself, but the earnestness proves to Jon just how much Gerry loves him.

"I- I'm sorry too." Jon stutters out. "I'm an idiot but I love you. I hope we can get better at this together."

His words feel downright juvenile after Gerry's acknowledgement, but it's all he's got, pounding head and trapped emotions preventing similar declarations (oh and his total lack of social skills). Gerry beams at him regardless and he leans forwards to kiss Jon sweetly on the forehead.

Martin grabs Gerry's hand and places a kiss on his palm, sending him a significant look. It feels like approval to Jon, and he can't help but appreciate their bond just as much as his own with each of them.

They settle to wait, and they take turns reading from Martin's book to pass the time, each of their voices having a few moments to fill the air and weave around them.

Dr. Basira Hussain eventually comes in, assuring them that Jon's concussion is mild, his ribs are only bruised, and that he should make a full recovery (if he rests), in just a few weeks. They thank her profusely and she leaves them with Daisy to check out.

Gerry goes off to take care of the paperwork and in a few minutes, they're saying goodbye and walking out of the hospital together. Martin and Gerry flank Jon carefully, there to support him if he stumbles.

He also sits between them in the taxi, head on Martin's shoulder and one hand grasped between both of Gerry's. He feels exhausted and floaty from painkillers, and every jolt of the car makes it difficult to breathe.

He smiles, rather unexpectedly. Despite his current predicament, he's glad enough to know that Mary Keay is dead and that chapter of their lives is definitely closed. He does wish he had just asked Gerry, but he hopes that the strained feelings and injuries will blow over and she will finally be out of their lives for good, nothing but a sad, angry memory. A shade living only in the memories of those that didn't know her.

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 4 years

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could you do... idk a vampire!G AU? i’m a sucker (hehe pun go brrr) for those tropes and i love your writing.

A/N: I’ve never written a Gee Vampire AU, but I’ve read a few. So let’s see how this goes. Pairing: Vampire!Gerard x F!Reader Warnings: None Word count: 906

It had been a whole three days of loneliness and somber thoughts.

Sitting on your beige living room couch, glass of red wine in hand, everything had felt like it had crumbled. There was something so special about him, you couldn’t put your finger on it. Maybe it was his smile, which classified his small teeth, or the way his big hazel eyes lit up when he laughed. Maybe it was the way he spoke your name, or the way he kissed you softly but so needy.

All that was gone after a blow up between the two of you. Four months into your relationship and it seemed to have already ended.

“Stay away from me.” He warned you, his taller and slightly muscular frame backed away from you, keeping at least a five foot distance.

“Gerard, what are you talking about?” You continued to try and approach him.

“You have no clue what the fuck I will do if you come any closer.” “What? Gee, are you okay?” You asked, “Have you been seeing things?” “No I-” He sighed with frustration, “You don’t understand, just,” He paused again, “I need to go.” And like that he bolted past you, grabbing his coat and leaving despite your frantically following him.

It was storming out, which only set your mood further down than what it began as. Stupid rom-coms couldn’t help you now, you only missed Gerard. The man you loved, even though you hadn’t told him that.

So three days, no texts, no calls, no contact. Breaking your heart more and more every day, on the verge of shattering it like an antique vase.

While lost in mid-thought, you were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. You got up, putting your wine down. You didn’t care how many people saw you in your old high school sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants, nothing would compete with the pain of missing your lover.

Opening the door your eyes met with hazel ones. “Gee?” You asked. He nodded, slightly smiling, but only a little, when you said his name. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You asked.

“I- I can explain.”

“Can you?” You fired right back, “Because leaving me for three fucking days with no contact is something that’s pretty hard to explain.” You sighed, “Do you know how much fucking heartache I went through for you to just show up here? Like nothing happened? You’re the man I fucking love and you just-” You paused realizing what you had just said. He looked at you, his eyebrows raised.

“I-is that true?” He asked. You sighed.

“Yes, yes it is.” There was no need to lie. This time it was his turn to sigh.

“Listen I really need to talk to you,” He continued, “And if you do love me, well you won’t judge.” “Judge?” You asked.

“We need privacy.” You led him inside, his coat soaking wet. He hung it up, his hair a little droopy still, and took off his boots. You led him to the living room, sitting down on your couch next to one another.

“So what do you need to tell me?” You sighed. You could see him swallow hard as if he really didn’t want to tell you. Like this was a life or death decision.

“I’m going to sound crazy.” He admitted, “But I’m not, I can promise you.” “Gee,” You said cautiously, “You’re scaring me a bit.” He sighed.

“I’m a vampire.” He finally let out. You gave him a confused look, almost wanting to laugh. “What the hell-” You began.

“I know it’s super weird to humans.” He said, “But I have proof.” He opened his bottom lip to reveal two small fangs and moved his black mid-length hair out of the way so you could see a small red symbol imprinted on his skin.

“So vampires are real?” You asked, still confused. He lightly laughed.

“You’re with one right now.”

“But-” You began, “But how?” “Genetics, I guess.” He told you.

“Oh, okay.” You said trying to process the information, “But then why did you leave me for days?” He heavily sighed.

“I needed to feed,” He explained, “I needed human blood, in order to survive. Every month or so I need it. And that was my time, and I was right next to you, so it was just too tempting. I didn’t want to hurt you.” You lightly nodded.

“Oh, okay.” You stayed silent for a few more seconds.

“If- if this creeps you out too much I wouldn’t blame you for leaving.”

“No, never.” You said quickly, “I, I really do love you, Gerard. Whether you’re a vampire or not.” He lightly smiled.

“Shit.” He shrieked as a beam of sunlight flashed over his face. You could hear a slight hiss from him, prompting you to jump up and close your blinds frantically.

“Y-you okay?” You asked right after.

“Yeah, just, ya know,” He said, sighing after, “It’s a vampire thing.” You nodded.

“S-so you’re not scared of me?” “No,” You were honest, “I mean, not really.”

“A-are you sure?” Finally, you rolled your eyes and looked at him. You leaned in and gave him a long, searing kiss. Gerard was initially taken aback, but soon leaned in and kissed you right back.

“Yes,” You said letting go, “Hopefully that proved it.” “Yeah, yeah I think it did.”

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anystalker707 · 4 years

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Paintings and cuddles

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader Genre: Fluff/comfort Summary: Gerard and reader barely have time to spend together, but that doesn’t really prevent them from having dates in the middle of the night Word count: 1 876

Difficult. That's how it has been. I mean, not like most of the people expect to have an easy relationship with someone who they're barely able to see. While a great part of my work can be done either from my place or quickly, Gerard is so busy that we're rarely see each other. Of course we're always exchanging messages and occasionally meeting each other, but it's barely nothing considering sending messages are useless when it comes to wanting to kiss the other and when we see each other personally, it's not for long even if the times are relatively many. All of that induces us to being extremely needy when meeting up, not to mention the cheesy texts.

Lately, I'm starting to believe Gerard somehow affects on my creativity. A breathy chuckle leaves my lips as I gaze at the half done sketch over the white sheet; I just can't find how to complete it without making it worse or coming to nothing at all and whenever I try to think about a solution, my need of Gerard is everything ends up filling my mind.

It doesn't take me much to notice I've used all my daily creativity quota by now, so I let go of all my art materials, stretching myself with a groan before standing up. My eyes rest once again over the wide sheet of paper, expecting a random idea to show up in my mind - unfortunately, it never happens and I'm left frustrated as going to bed, rather early than usual. Maybe I'll have some kind of inspirational dream? Sure as hell I hope.

Well, perhaps there would have been any chances of getting an inspo dream if I was able to get some sleep in first place, but all I have been doing on my bed is rolling around for the past hours in long pauses between naps and Gerard thoughts. Immediately recognizing it's my escape from another long hour of staring at the darkness of my room, my hand flies to my phone at the moment it vibrates at the arrival of a new notification. Seeing it's a message from Gerard makes my heart flutter.

Gee❤⛓🌹🖤: Miss u

Me: Miss u too Can I come over?

Gee❤⛓🌹🖤: I was gonna complain it's almost midnight, but I want you too much

Chuckling to myself, I place the phone aside before getting up to my feet; I just bother changing my clothes - into others that are also comfortable, but don't look like they were incessantly used for a certain period of time five years ago - then grab my things to leave. It's not like his place is too far from mine, so a small jog towards there will do. As soon as I reach his place, the cold night air is pleasantly substituted by Gerard's warmth when he throws his arms around me.

"I'm considering kidnapping you and not letting you go for a whole week." I mutter through a chuckle, tightening my arms around him as much as I can, causing him to do the same.

"Sadly, my job would be compromised and I unfortunately need to work if I want to eat something or maintain everything I need." He replies in the same joking tone, placing kisses on my cheek right after. Finally we pull away, but it's just for time enough for me to lean in and lock our lips in a kiss that mixes neediness and relief. We pull away with a last peck placed over my lips before he looks at me with a bright smile, taking my hand in his. "C'mon, it's kinda cold out here." He mutters as pulling me with him, closing the door once we're inside.

"I'm not bothering you, right?" I ask him with a small smile as letting my shoes by the door. "I know I should've asked before and all-"

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head in certain disbelief - I know the exact thought that crosses his mind, don't you know me enough? "I would've let you know." Just one side of his mouth moves when he speaks - the exact way like it does whenever he's being sassy, sarcastic or impatient - while a hand rests over his hip.

"Yeah, but that I want you too much was a reason to get suspicious." Humming, I narrow my eyes at him in a playful manner, watching his defeated face. Muttering for me to come along once more, he takes my hand in his once again and just lets go of it when we're on the couch, so we're able to cuddle. "Being away from you for too long gives me art block." I start, suddenly remembering about today's earlier events while adjusting myself next to him, under the blankets. "I sat for six hours in front of a white sheet and all I could do was nothing."

"I can't say it's easy without you either." Gerard breathes a chuckle mixed with a whine, glancing at me before returning his attention to the TV, setting something for us to watch. "If I didn't see you today, I'd probably go crazy." He furrows his eyebrows while smiling lightly; I slowly shake my head at him, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I'm not joking!" A grin cracks his lips as he turns to look at me, letting the remote control on the other side of the couch. "I wasn't even able to sleep properly!"

"I know you're serious!" I laugh at his reaction. "The same happened to me. Good thing you decided to text me." Because I definitely wouldn't do it, afraid I would disturb him or something.

"Indeed." His sweet tone makes me internally melt, even more when he places his lips over mine once again. Ugh, he better kiss me a lot to make it up for the time he's away. He just pulls away enough to disconnect our lips, still gazing at me with a need that equals itself to mine. "A question." Gerard says rather hesitantly, now with his hazel eyes flickering over my face, hidden twice due to a couple of quick blinks; he continues after I hum questioningly. "Can I... paint you?" A red color makes itself present over his cheeks, intensifying once I smile.

"Can I?" I ask in return, excited about the idea. Honestly, it feels like all the creativity just flows back in my head after his request. In response, I earn from him a shy yes, to what I answer with "Then of course you can."

Seeming happier, Gerard pecks my lips once again before standing up and disappearing in the hall, leaving me watching the TV until he's back with his art supplies - all of them neatly organized inside a paint stained briefcase. He leaves again, to the kitchen this time, but returns quickly with a glass of water. There's a big grin over his face as he sits down next to me with the palette in hands. No words are exchanged to decide where he'll start painting - we simply look at each other and his eyes move briefly to my arm then meet mine with a raise of eyebrows, earning from me a light shrug in response as I move closer, extending my arm towards him.

"So," Gerard starts, dipping the paintbrush in the black paint; it touches my skin and makes me shiver at the cold pleasant sensation. "how was your week?" With the brush gaining a rhythm of taps against my skin, I quickly get used to it.

"Oh," I breathe out, taking a moment to think while half of my attention is still taken by the TV. "it was mostly boring, but had some nice moments." And I start a ramble about how my week was full of suffering for inspiration, boring talks with costumers and a nice art exposition I got the opportunity of going to, mentioning how he'd love it. He makes some comments now and then and it may sound stupid, but it makes me soft how he cares. By the time I finish talking, his job on my arm is done and dry. "That's beautiful!" I widen my eyes at the roses painted on my forearm, carefully moving my arm so I'm able to take a good look at it.

"I need to do my best, anyways, my canvas is you." His hazel eyes gaze at me from under his eyelashes as he cleans the paintbrush, shyly smiling. I scoff at it, silently asking for the supplies this time. He gives them to me and adjust his position on the couch so his arm can comfortably rest over my lap for me to paint it.

"What about you, hm?" I mix some of the paints on the palette until reaching the tone I've got in mind. "You were over to New York this week, right?" He's midway through his answer when the paintbrush touches his skin, making him flinch lightly and move away. That results in me chuckling while he mutters embarrassed apologies.

His week sounds far more interesting than mine and I don't hesitate in showing that, groaning about how boring my life is when he's done. "Of course not." He answers with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to my lips before finally admiring my work. I tried to do something similar to his drawings, copying all the goth punk style. Gerard playfully pulls on a judging face as scanning my painting, raising and lowering his arm to have different angles of it. "I guess it's good." His dramatic tone makes me roll my eyes, containing a grin that ends up cracking my lips when he admits finding it perfect and places a kiss on my cheek.

While the paint on Gerard's arm dries, we get immersed in another talk and, noticing my sleepy state, Gerard pulls me to lay with my head on his lap. Having him playing with my hair gets me to the edge of sleepiness and I'm able to hear him chuckling softly while caressing my cheek with his thumb. "Hey," He asks quietly, continuing once I hum in response. "can I paint your back?"

"Sounds awesome." I grin, thinking about how wonderful it may feel. As soon as I've got my top bare, I lay over his lap, facing down, with my head over a pillow and in a way my stomach is right over his lap so he can easily reach my whole back and I'm comfortable. Wow, fuck, having my back painted almost feels better than having a massage on it. He chuckles lightly at the pleased hum I release, making me smile.

It's simply amazing how he paints precisely, with a light hand and is extremely careful at what feels like the details. Even if the brush tickles lightly, it just happens when there isn't much paint on it, but feels extremely pleasant when he passes the brush over the skin after dipping it in paint once more. I wouldn't complain about having more nights like this. Soon, the moment's comfort pulls me at once to fall asleep.

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narperist · 4 years

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Long post ahead;

Dominique, since you’ve been trying to drag me into this lately, here is your response. You wat me in? You’ll get me in.

Firstly, before anything, let’s scientificly analyze the video Miss Haughton has posted, shall we?

PS; I will be using a lot of screenshots, etc in this, to point out my words even further and to make it easier for folks to understand. Since i will be using body language and facial micro-expressions to point out her behaviour, etc, i will use example photos of others aswell to compare so you will understand better. My entire video analysis will be based on science, studies on the face, micro expressions, etc. Because no matter how well someone may be able to lie or fake an emotion, or hide an emotion, faces don’t lie. And it’s the same in everyone, no matter who you are, what race, age, gender you are.

Right off the bat, the constant movement of hands and the body, that’s how a human body shouts nervousness and anxiety.

As she says “My blog has been pretty inactive”, look close to her lips, do you see the mouth shrug? A big lip shrug. That expression of one’s face is guilt. I’m unsure if she feels guilty for not being active, or guilty of the reason she is inactive. It’s also an expression on makes when they have no confidence in what they are saying.

Example comparison;

“I stepped away from Tumblr.... “ pause “Mostly for my mental health”. The eye movement whilst the words spoken, shows Miss Haughton was unsure of how to form that senteance. As she says she struggles really hard with seasonal depression, her face is sincere. So my condolences for that you suffer from such thing.

She enforces her senteance “i struggle with speech, i DON’T like it” with hand gestures. Pretty convincing. Though, the small curl on the corner of her lips does tell otherwise. It seems she almost enjoys speaking out like so.

Again, while speaking about stepping away from tumblr, an expression of shame appears on her face. Once again, unsure if it’s because she is shamed of why she stepped away, or that she stepped away.

Example comparison;

Also, don’t think it’s gone without being noticed, it is quite clear that you highly dislike Nicole. There is a big expression of contempt on your face while you mention her. One side of the lip tightened, pulled slightly, it’s a very clear micro expression. You say you would sit down with her and speak over things, but you contempt her.

Example comparison;

Miss Haughton, are you sure you want to discuss this matter you’re speaking of in the video? Because there is anger painted all over your face while you say you’re going to discuss it. Adding up with the expressions of shame, etc from earlier, i hope you know even only 3 minutes into your video, it is clear that you are being pushed into filming this.

Example comparison;

It’s also almost amusing when you lie. “I refuse to make assumtions about people”, couldn’t be any less clear of a lie. Classic one sided shoulder shrug. You had no confidence in your words, you knew you were lying when you said that. Amusing.

Damn, here’s a face of BIIIIG contempt. You didn’t even attempt to hide this one.

Example comparison;

“And i had never told Gerard this. I have never told Gerard....” Repeating senteances, enforcing your statement. Of course you told Gerard about it. My, you’re a terrible liar, aren’t you?

“When Gerard was telling me about his ex, he never used the word ‘crazy’ “. Girl. GIRL.... I literally have a voice record from Gerard himself where he says “i have a crazy ex who’s after to ruin my fucking life and likes to lie alot”. His exact fucking words. I can post that voice record from him if you want, just ask!

Why are you holding that pen against your lips? That’s a unconscious ‘shush’ motion. What do you have to say that you had to unconsciously shush yourself to stop?

“He never once called her crazy”

You know what, your face says it all. I don’t even need to word out this one;

What are you so anxious about when you’re talking about calling Nicole ‘crazy’? Put your voice on an analyzer program, you can very easily hear the rising nervousness in your voice. Next.

Let’s move from facial micro expressions into the body language a little. Legs crossed, knees pulled up to the chest, arms crossed over the legs on the bottom side. That’s vulnerability. Once more adding up to everything; you have no confidence in anything you are talking about. You are afraid. You are unconsciously shouting with your body and face that you don’t want to be here and don’t want to be doing this. Makes me wonder if Gerard is there with you to watch while he’s (probably) making you record this.

Man, the lack of confidence when you say “I’m an adult” is almost sad. You’re not trying to make us believe you’re an adult, you’re actually trying to make yourself believe that you’re an adult but you know that you aren’t. It’s sad.

“He never knew me as a minor. He NEVVVVER knew me as a minor”. Once again, repeating of senteance to enforce it onto people to believe. You know that senteance is a lie, which is why you’re especially pushing that senteance to ensure people believe it. Next.

I’m going to skip ahead a bit and cut this post shorter because i ain’t got the time to detail out every single second of this thing.

Why is your voice shaking a lot halfway through this now? Don’t bother answering, we know the answer. What are you so afraid of, though? Was he there with you while you recorded?

On the side from this all, i just want to add my own comment on one thing you say,

One of your biggest goals of life is to get married? Really? Are you THAT shallow of a person? And you wonder why everyone says you’re too young to understand things or questions your intelligence.

I see you have a lot of confidence while talking about your job and you are proud of it. I’m glad to see that. Very good for you, lass.

Voice pitch getting higher again, you’re starting to talk faster too. And again, you are shouting that you are nervous. My dude, are you okay?

Skipping the getting a text, walking out of the mall with the security, etc part, because there isn’t much to say about that period.

Nicole didn’t out his deadname. He outed it himself, putting it up on a public page for all to see. She only pointed that out.

Speaking of which, what the fuck do you think you’re doing posting screenshots of a private conversation between Nicole’s family member with her username up out there visible. You *know* about the amount of people that support/defend you and go to attack Nicole and other people because of the things you say. Can you not think that because of that you’ve also given those people another person to go and attack?

Around after that, for a good while, there’s just discomfort on your face and body language. I’m not going to take the time to screenshot and point out every single one, but you’ll know what i mean when looking at the video. You’re just so uncomfortable and discouraged, and from time to time, your pupils dialate. There’s fear in your eyes here and there. Are you really that afraid of him?

By the Outsider’s name, this is getting hard to watch. Nearly anyone with the smallest bit of understanding of body language and voice reading can easily tell that you’re being forced to make this video and say what you’re saying. That you’re afraid, uncomfortable, discouraged. If he’s going to force you to make these kind of things, tell him to at least teach you how to lie better so that next time (if) i ever write out something like this, i’ll at least have more fun doing the analysis.

Ah, here it is. Increasing of cussing, another period of voice increasing. Nervous, aren’t you?

Another expression of guilt and shame. Why are you feeling guilty after saying that Nicole “needs help”? Here’s a wild guess, maybe it’s because he is making you say it? Such a mindblowing idea, ain’t it?

Skipping forward a bit more again, because i’m bored.

Sidenote, don’t call my sister a bitch again.

Oh, you’re bringing my name into this now, i see. (Which is also the entire reason i’m finally speaking up now. I’ve kept silent about this whole thing for a long time, but if you’re going to keep bringing up my name and pull/drag me into this, then i will come in. You want me in this? I will be in this. I’ll fucking enter it like Aragorn entered Helm’s Deep.)

I’ll talk about that whole thing involving me in another thing, this post is for analyzing the video. So, give it a while, i’ll get to that too.

And don’t think i didn’t realize you called me “she” in that video.

Moving on,

Again, just more discourage and discomfort, visibly forced to say what you’re saying. I’m starting to get tired and feel like i’m repeating myself like a roken record here. So i’ll skip more.

Nevermind. There isn’t really anything else to say about this except repeating myself over and over. So yeah. Here’s another episode of “face&body-reading-with-your-local-plague-doctor”. Enjoy your day.

@moonflaws

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hallelujah-lockandload · 4 years

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Sweet Venom

Its starting! Here is a link to the Wattpad one in case you want to read it there. I also added the 2nd chapter there too!

https://www.wattpad.com/story/243936475-sweet-venom?utm_source=web&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share_mywork

Fic: Vampire Gerard Way x Reader

Setting: High School

Warnings: Language

Chapter 1

“Just think happy thoughts” I mumbled as I held my hand to my bleeding neck.

“Happy thoughts aren’t going to stop me” the voice rang out around me “neither is your little boyfriend” Boyfriend? I pull a face thinking of Gerard as my boyfriend. If only but also… what an interesting time that would be considering he currently hates me. Let’s go back a bit and figure out why exactly I’m stuck in my favorite abandoned building being hunted by an asshole vampire, who if I had the opportunity I would love to shove a stake up their ass.

2 months ago~

I’m just your average high school senior living a relatively chill life. I’ve got semi absent parents which makes my life near fanfiction worthy, ya know. I’ve got enough freedom living in the town of Belleview that I don’t need to let my parents know everything about everything like who I’m with and where I am, as long as it sounds safe or I just lie. Being an only child makes it so easy to lie, well at least I learned to lie very well.

Anyway! It's senior year right! Gonna be the best time of my high school career right? I mean my best friend Mikey is in a few of my classes despite him being a grade below me, he’s smart okay. I’m not dumb, he’s just smart. We hang out a ton which is the best! We also work on dumb lyrics together and I’m trying to get him to sing but he refuses and says its not his thing. Which is crazy cause his voice isn’t even bad. But he always says that his brother is way better at it. Mikey likes to think his brother and I would get along great because we’ve got tons of common interests but… he hates me?

I have zero clue as to why, it’s just been like that the last few years. Gerard’s never really talked to me anyway but we at least used to hang out together when I was over and like in class. Now even when we have classes together he doesn’t even try to talk to me. I have no idea what happened! But freshman year rolled around and suddenly Gerard isn’t talking to me as much and we just lose our friendship? It's shitty. Not only cause I’m best friends with his brother and at his house a lot but… yeah actually that's it. It makes things awkward but like I guess I gotta live with that. And knowing I will never know why he stopped talking to me. Maybe it’s cause Mikey had a crush on me at some point but that went away when we realized we are way too much like siblings to each other.

I’m not really friends with Gerard’s friends. Like Frankie is cool and I mean Ray and I are friends because Ray usually has classes with me. But our friendship got better once he and Mikey became friends too, so we all hang out. I don’t really talk to Bert or the others Gerard sometimes talks to. Gerard usually just sticks to Frank, Ray and Mikey anyways.

If I’m not hanging with Mikey I usually hang out with my friends Patrick, Pete, and my other best friend Kristin that Mikey has a huge crush on. They would be so cute if they got together! But Mikey is shy and Kristin just out right refuses to make the first move, the tension is so thick you need a chainsaw to cut that. It's so frustrating.

Well that’s my friends and my situation so far but now it's time to actually start senior year and honestly this recap of my life so far as I lay in bed waiting for my alarm to go off was really nice. I hate waking up before my alarm, it's like bitch I could’ve slept in more but noooooo my body just had to betray me. I looked to the clock, honestly five minutes before my alarm is whatever so I guess it's time to get ready. Glad I took those last 10 minutes to think about my life and my friends.

Getting up for school is such a hassle, I wish summer didn’t end but like, I guess I’m excited for school too. Mostly my friends and my electives, and the fact that seniors only have to take english, gov/econ, and math. The rest are all mine.

I went through my closet and picked something cute and punk. I consider myself a punk just because I don’t care too much what people think of me and I’m going to be true to myself even if that offends people. But also my music and style choices make me look pretty punk. I picked out my fav blue plaid bottoms (skirt or pants or shorts it's your look) and a plain baseball tee that I tucked into them. Then went and put some makeup on just like I like. Once that was done it was time for hair which I decided could wait cause food is more important so I head downstairs in search for the food.

The kitchen is usually empty but my mom was there today making eggs.

“Any for me?” I asked as I went to the fridge for juice.

“Yup,” she said nodding, “Figured you should get breakfast on your last first day of high school.”

“How sentimental,” I said, giving her a side hug and mumbling a good morning. I then set the table for two seeing as Dad was already gone. We ate in peace and chatted about what I felt like school was going to be this year. If I’m being honest, it will probably be the same as always. Me and the boys (and Kristin) being nerds and having a grand ole time ignoring everyone else.

7:40 rolled around and I said bye to my mom so that I could jump in the Way’s car for a ride to school just like we have done for the past 6 years. Since they only live around the street from me, carpooling is always something we’ve done.

“You ready for the first day of the end?” I asked Mikey as I hopped into the back seat. Mikey was always shotgun since Gerard was now the driver. He got his license two years ago, so no more fun convos with Mrs. Way. Now it is just awkward looks and minimal words from the driver.

“That’s such a shitty way to say that this is your last year in highschool.” He said back, turning in his seat trying to smack me but not reaching me in the slightest.

I chuckled, “That's how it feels Mikes.”

“Yeah, well shut up.” He said. Mikey and I had a nice talk last Saturday at the Last Summer Sleepover Before School. He’s obviously feeling weird and kind of left out now that his brother and his best friends are graduating this year. Mikey is going to be without me next year, and without Gerard, for the first time in a decade. It’s honestly kind of scary. I don’t blame him for being snappy at the subject.

We rode to the school in comfortable silence with Gerard’s music playing over the speakers, it was some chill summer music. Which is a nice-ish way to start the day. Arriving at the school parking lot it really does feel different this time. Last time the three of us start together. We get out of the car and start heading towards the school when I’m suddenly grabbed from behind.

“What is up nerds?!” Patrick’s voice rings out next to my ear. We all laugh.

“Just going to hell for another year, what’s up with you?” Mikey says. Patrick moves so his arm is thrown over my shoulder instead.

“Waiting for Pete and whoever else I can find before walking into Hell.” Patrick says and I nod in agreement.

“Sounds reasonable. No one wants to go to hell alone,” I say.

“Did someone say my name earlier?” Pete says walking up to us. Gerard is just hanging with us looking around for Frank and Ray.

“Ayy! What's up dick face?” Patrick says pointing at Pete.

“Nothin much ‘Trick.” Pete responds. “Who else we waiting for before heading in?” He says looking around.

“Other than Kristin, Joe and Andy?” I ask, raising my eyebrow at him.

“Uhh yeah.” He says before starting to talk to Mikey about his summer and what classes he has. I chat with Patrick as we wait a few minutes for Ray and Frank to join us all.

“Who’s ready for another year of the fuckin’ shit show that is called school?” Frank says walking up to us with Ray and Kristin. They have been carpooling for school together since last year because they all live pretty close together. We all laugh and joke about school sucking but I know we are all excited for our electives. Since we are seniors and juniors we all have more electives now, us seniors get three while the juniors get two. It's so nice that the school actually lets us pick some fun classes to do.

After a while we realize it's 10 minutes before the bell rings and we should probably head into the building now.

“Who’s going to step in first?” Patrick asks. I’m sure people look at each other but everything feels different today. It’s time to just get this year started.

I step away from them not realizing that Gerard has too and we walk up the few steps together wordlessly before pausing in front of the doors for a moment. I breathe in deeply and make my way into the building through the giant double doors with Gerard by my side and our friends right behind us. This year is going to be a good one.

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mcrmadness · 4 years

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I was tagged by @cupcakecurl a while back (thank you!) and finally I’m on the mood for doing this myself as well!

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better!

Top 3 current ships: I actually have just one OTP, which is Bela/Farin (aka FUB) from Die Ärzte, and then multiple smaller ones here and there. I’m finding new ships way too easily and sometimes it bugs me because I meant to enjoy a thing and boom, suddenly I have a ship there to fuck up with my brain. B/F is pretty much the only ship that I can say to actually ship, the rest are more like just for fun, I enjoy seeing stuff but I don’t really do anything about it, you know?

But now as I think of it, I think of it, I could say another band ship here: Paulchard aka Paul Landers and Richard Z. Kruspe from Rammstein, about these I have also watched videos and read some fancomics too and last summer’s tour was a wild one and I was following the events quite a lot.

And then maybe I could throw one fictional ship here too as it’s pretty much current one since I just finished watching the 5th season of Gotham last week, and that is, of course Nygmobblepot aka Penguin/The Riddler aka Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma. I’ve never in my life shipped these before, even tho I’ve been a Batman fan since 1999 (I was 8) as I saw the 60s series on TV and I can remember almost shipping Batman and Robin back then, and I was only 8 years old!, and then had been watching the movies more or less during my childhood, but this was never something I’d even think of before I started watching Gotham and things started happening in the show. But it’s an interesting one. And I have to admit that while the show was still running and I couldn’t watch it because I live in Europe (and was too lazy to look for a website to watch it :D), I was still browsing the tag on Tumblr after each episode and giving myself spoilers of what happens with them. But I think the ending was a lot different than what I thought based on the Tumblr posts, and I’m actually not sure what to think of it. Imho it was not as bad as everyone else seemed to think.

I’m putting this under a read more link as this is getting way too long and I don’t know if people are interested in reading my weird thoughts about ships and other random stuff, so here you go...

Top 3 all-time ships: Oh my gosh, I have had so many but only like 2 actually strong ones? And I have to say Bela/Farin here as well, the reasons are found from above and I’m just so obsessed with them and idc what it is, already the friendship is like friendhip goals, you know? But yeah, I’ve been making videos about these two idiots for like last 10 years so... :D

And the next one, okay I’m usually not so talkative about ships. I can talk about them with people in private but I don’t like to go and shout about them publicly, probably the only one I talk about this way is Bela/Farin but it’s because Tumblr is a safe place for this and there’s no hate with this ship or anything (and the other one is Paulchard, every now and then I will reblog something that crosses my dash). But mainly I like to keep ships to myself and like I said in that other tag game post, ships are more like a guilty pleasure. Maybe because of my age as it was very normal at the age of 15 but now as I’m 28? Why am I still “in love with other people’s love”? I actually don’t mind it but I think many people would find it weird, especially when I don’t read fanfictions anymore and I don’t want to imagine anything, I just like seeing cute stuff, but with many ships I don’t even want to see too much, I just like seeing them being close but with many ships even seeing them kiss would be too much.

But anyway, top 3 all-time ships... I think I need to mention here a ship that I was very much obsessed when I was 15-17, that I wrote LOTS OF fanfiction and was there to make lots of fan theories and all, and that one was Frerard aka Gerard Way/Frank Iero from My Chemical Romance. I was SO obsessed it’s insane. If you know anything about MCR and Frerard, you maybe are aware of how was the year 2007 and you can probably imagine how crazy we all went when Project Revolution stuff happened. So yeah, I need to mantion that here even tho I no longer “believe in this ship”, but I guess I’d lie if I said, that I didn’t believe that there was something there back in the day. I’ve actually recently been watching some Frerard theory videos just for fun, because there’s so many things I had forgotten and so many things I still can remember, but also lots of stuff that I kinda missed because they happened in 2010-2012, and even tho I was still very much in the fandom and I was to their second gig in Finland in 2011, I still was not that much into the Danger Days album so I was not so into digging up stuff either. And I had my own identity crisis and Die Ärzte had been my favorite band for 1-2 years at that time so I was spending lots of time watching DÄ videos, so MCR was kinda at the background. And then the whole band went quiet for some time until they quit in 2013 (and now they’re back), so all that Frerard hype kinda died after each of them started to get married to other people and the kids were born, so there just... kinda was no more room for the ship, you know? But Freard was my first actual huge slash ship, I’ve had others before it (for example, my first touch to slash fiction was Harry Potter fanfiction and of course Harry/Draco stuff, but that one also later died out), but it was the first really strong one and then Bela/Farin kinda took its place as Frerard died out but B/F has been going strong and the ship has been sailing itself since the 80s, so... :D

And as the last one I think I could again mention something fictional but at the same time something that is super weird for me as it’s not slash fiction but hetship, which is something REALLY weird for me. I usually don’t like heteroships as they’re just... boring and so cliché. But I need to mention this one that I got into when I was 15: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully from The X-Files. Yeah I know it was 2006 and the series had ended already in 2002, but I was a new fan! I had known about the series since I was a little kid as my dad was watching it back then, but I started watching it myself when the show had a rerun here in 2004-2005. And then I met my friend in 2006 when we were 15 and we found out that we both were very much into TXF and I remember how we somehow both started to ship Mulder and Scully (having no idea of how the series ended), and it was probably until the 6th season (there was 9 seasons at the time) when they stopped airing it altogether, so we were so furious about the fact because the last episode was such a cliffhanger and we NEEDED TO KNOW, so I had to buy them on dvd! So I remember how we would meet at school every day and after every episode, we went so crazy, discussing what had happened in the episode and if there was any Mulder/Scully activity, we were just so hyped :D And then, as we STILL hadn’t seen all the seasons, we went to see the second movie (”TXF: I want to believe”) in theaters in 2008 or so, and it’s set to happen after the events of the seasons, we were both so blown away by what was in the movie because we had no clue :D Fun fact: I actually finished watching the 9th season only last year. So now I understand the events of the second movie a lot better, and I’ve also seen the 10th and 11th seasons so now I’m finally aware of everything. But that really is a hetship that I accept and that is not like a typical movie romance type of ship. It has interesting dynamics.

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Last song: Tatuoituna by Tehosekoitin

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick, I don’t use any make-up, but chapstick I need to use daily.

Last movie: Iron Sky. I’ve seen it before tho, but we’re gonna watch the sequel soon, so we had to watch this to remember what happened :D (And it’s made partially by Finns, so..!)

Reading: Atm I have 3 books I’m reading, all of them in Finnish:

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, which has all the short stories in one. But I think there’s some of the newer ones missing and that’s why I bought this bit newer book with more stories, and I’m gonna read those once I’m finished with this one. And I’ve been reading this now for years lol... but I’m slowly getting there, I’m already over halfway through :D

A collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories, I don’t know the name for this book and it doesn’t say any name for the original. This one I also started to read a years back, only to pause if for years and then last year I borrowed it again from my dad and tried to continue from where I was left the last time.

The Heroes of Olympus: The Mark of Athena by Rick Riordan. I’ve been reading his books ever since I was a, well, teenager probably, and I have had a long pause with these books and reading overall, but now I’m back at it and trying to buy and read all of his books I still haven’t read.

I wanted to read the latter only after finishing with SH and Poe’s stories but I needed to read something and they’re bit too difficult reading at the times, and I needed something lighter but also didn’t want to start over with Harry Potter for the 5th time so I decided to go for this series instead. I really like reading SH and Poe’s stories, but like I said, they’re bit difficult at the times. You can’t just read them, you need to think and use your brains meanwhile you’re reading, and sometimes it’s just so incredibly hard to stay focused on it and I need to go back so often because I wasn’t paying attention and then had no clue what was happening and why.

And I sometimes I skip some of Poe’s stories because they’re so purely scientific about a topic that I cannot comprehend nor care about, e.g. this one story that was almost like a science essay about hot-air balloon flight in the form of a story, probably super interesting for someone who likes this kind of stuff and even more interesting for a writer interested in stuff like that, but I’m really not the target audience of that story :D But then there’s also lots of really interesting ones, I especially like the ones that have something to do with insanity. I guess people would call them as the horror stories, but idk, I just love that kind of mystery. For some reason all of my favorite stories are those where there is a dead woman/love interest :DD But probably my ultimate favorite is the one about writing an article to a magazine with horror stories, and how this guy become beheaded and all just to write a story about how it feels like and stays alive meanwhile, and I just LOVE IT when fictional works play with death and when something that is supposed to kill you, doesn’t, and I just love the idea of that story so much :D It’s just that you never know how a story will be like, as you start reading, is it a scientific essay or a mystery or a horror story or about insanity or what is it? And then when in the middle of reading and you realize this is bit boring or uninteresting, but still want to finish, but also want to skip, and that’s why I get stuck with that book, and I change to SH or something else. Often I also grab some of the comics (or non-fiction books) I own whenever I feel like reading but these books feel too heavy for that moment.

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I should tag 9 people but I don’t even know that many people to tag lol. Okay I do know people, but I still don’t know who wants to be tagged and who doesn’t. Maybe I’ll be boring and tag @stufenlosregelbar again? :D And idk, maybe @annika-of-the-lost? Eh, I’m so bad at this whole tagging thing. I’m having a bad conscience if I don’t tag anyone/enough people in case they want to be tagged and I can’t read minds; and then I’m having bad conscience when I DO tag people in case they’re all somewhere facepalming and screaming “WHYYYYYY” into the void, as I still can’t read minds. So you can choose, do this tag game or ignore it and ban me from ever tagging you people again, I don’t mind :p

#mcrmadness' random stuff #tag games

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thisdiscontentedwinter · 5 years

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Bad Blood - Chapter 22

You can read it on AO3 or find the Tumblr Chapter Index here.

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Peter is tired of warehouses, so they go back to the loft. It’s a fair distance away from the warehouses on Elm where Gerard was going to start searching for them, and really, Gerard is on the back foot now. He might still have his six mercenaries, but they aren’t local. They don’t know the area. And Kate and Chris and Stiles have all been removed from the equations.

It gives them a little bit of breathing space, Peter reasons, while Gerard reels.

The Camaro purrs like a kitten as it pulls up outside the loft, like it knows it’s home.

Peter glances at Stiles in the rear-view mirror.

Stiles hasn’t said anything at all since the Preserve, actually. He’s sitting in the back seat wedged between Laura and Derek, while Allison sits in the front with Peter. Allison is the hostage here, no doubt. Her safety ensures Stiles’s compliance. But Peter has no intentions of harming her. Chris Argent has paid for her safely already, with his blood, though Allison and Stiles don’t know that.

Stiles is still and quiet, but his heart races like a rabbit’s.

“Let’s go,” Peter says. “Everyone out.”

Peter and Derek flank Stiles as they head up the stairs.

The loft is on the top floor of a yet-to-be renovated industrial building. One day it might be fancy apartments in a gentrified neighbourhood, but right now it’s as pleasing to the eye as Soviet-era architecture. If the loft has any charms at all, they’re well hidden beside a façade of cinder blocks and urban decay.

The return to the loft isn’t entirely because Peter’s feeling homesick: there’s a room here, windowless and secure, that can hold a werewolf on a full moon. It can hold a newly turned alpha unaccustomed to her new strength, or a beta so distraught with grief and guilt that he can no longer feel his anchor, and even the left hand of a pack who is consumed with rage and thoughts of revenge.

That room has seen a thing or two.

It ought to hold a baby hunter.

Laura walks ahead of them, and has the loft door open by the time they reach it. Peter keeps a hand on Stiles’s shoulder, and steers him into the loft, through the open living area, to the room with the steel door. It’s an old equipment room of some sort, Peter supposes, or perhaps there was even a safe bolted to the floor once. The room has brick walls, no windows, and that solid steel door.

“Nobody is going to hurt you,” Peter tells Stiles as Laura wrenches the steel door open. “We just don’t trust you not to hurt us.” And then, to Derek: “Get him some blankets or something to go in there, hmm?”

Derek nods and heads up the stairs to their bedrooms.

Peter prods Stiles and propels him forward into the dark little room. He holds his arm out to stop Allison following.

Allison gasps, and Peter sees the first flicker of emotion on Stiles’s face since they caught him.

“Nobody is going to hurt your cousin either,” he tells Stiles. “But I do need to have a little chat with Miss Argent before she joins you in there.”

He closes the door in Stiles’s face.

Stiles is the calm before the storm, he thinks, and wonders how long it will be before he breaks, and how wild it will be.

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“Your father is alive,” Peter tells Allison as she sits in the kitchen and white-knuckles a mug of tea. “Your mother is at the hospital with him. Sheriff Stilinski has deputies watching the.”

Allison’s brow creases. “Sheriff Stilinski?”

“Yes,” Peter says. “Stiles’s father. And that’s the least crazy part, trust me.”

Allison doesn’t look like she trusts the ground beneath her feet at the moment, but Peter tells her everything anyway.

***

Allison Argent sits cross-legged on the sofa in the loft with the knitted throw rug pulled up over her lap. She looks hollow, carved out. Her tea has long since gone cold.

Laura sits across from her, quiet and attentive, and she looks so much like Talia in this moment that Peter’s chest aches.

Derek is sitting on the floor with his back to the steel door of the storeroom. Peter, watching from the stairs, isn’t sure if Derek has even noticed how he’s drawn to the boy. To Stiles. How, out of all the places in the loft he could be sitting, he’s chosen that spot.

Peter gets a sudden flash of memory. Before the fire, before everything that tore their lives apart, before Derek became closed off and wary. Derek must have been eight or nine, and he was late for dinner. Peter, rolling his eyes, had followed the pup’s scent and found him a mile or so from the house. He’d been crying over a dead bird.

“Oh, pup,” Peter had told him, all his previous annoyance forgotten. “I am really not the right person to give you the whole circle of life talk.”

Derek had looked up at him, wiping his eyes. “I know things die, Peter! But it’s still sad! And its mom will miss it, won’t she?” His lower lip wobbled. “Do you think it had brothers and sisters?”

“Oh, pup.”

Derek had glared at him. “Don’t tell Laura I cried about it!”

He’d had such a big heart for such a little kid, and Peter had known then that Derek could never be the pack’s left hand after him. He was too good for that. And later, after the fire, when Derek had been full of guilt and anger, Peter had wondered where that little kid with such a capacity for love and compassion had gone.

And he thinks, watching the way that Derek trails his fingers absently along the steel door, that perhaps he’s been here this whole time.

Allison leans forward, her hands clenching in the knitted throw. “Which one of you clawed my cousin in the throat?”

Peter inclines his head. “That would be me. Right after your cousin was involved in the death of one of my packmates, Scott McCall.”

Allison hunches over.

“There are no good guys in the story,” Peter says. “If you’re looking for a side with no stain on it, you won’t find one.”

“Our pack was innocent,” Laura says. “Our family. Before Kate started all of this by burning our house down. But since then, there have been times we’ve gotten our hands dirty in order to survive.”

“Kate’s dead, by the way,” Peter says. “I think your father shot her.”

“Huh.” Allison draws in a shaky breath. She looks at the steel door. “Stiles said… Stiles said that he was with Kate and Grandpa when Scott was killed. Is that true?”

“That’s true,” Laura says. She puts her hand over Allison’s.

“H-he was a part of it,” Allison says. She swallows, and tears spill. “Oh god. It’s my fault, isn’t it? I asked him to sneak out and visit me, and my family saw him!”

“It’s not your fault,” Laura tells her. “You didn’t know.”

Scott did though, Peter thinks, regret stabbing at him. Scott did, but Peter remembers what it was like to be a teenager, reckless and headstrong and thinking he was invincible. He should have kept a closer eye on Scott.

Allison shakes her head. “How do I know I can even believe you? You could be lying to me! You could be exactly what they say you are!”

“We could,” Peter says. “Meanwhile, your father’s lying in a hospital bed because he acted against your grandfather. You ought to be able to draw your own conclusions from that.”

She’s not being argumentative, Peter knows. She’s confused, and she’s lost, and she’s trying her best to make sense of a world that she very suddenly doesn’t understand. She reminds him a little of Scott in that respect. She’s a teenager, a high-schooler, and nothing in her life has prepared her for all the shit the universe is pelting at her today.

She lifts her chin, looking past Laura to Peter. “You have my cousin locked in a room right now. What if I draw my conclusions from that?”

Touché, Peter thinks.

Allison narrows her eyes at him. “What are you going to do with Stiles?”

And that, Peter thinks ruefully, is indeed the question.

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Peter leaves Allison and Laura talking, and excuses himself to go out onto the narrow balcony to make a call. Derek is still leaning against the steel door. From behind it, Peter can hear the faint sound of Stiles’s heartbeat.

He pulls the door shut behind him as he steps onto the balcony, and dials John.

“Peter?” John’s voice is tense.

“We’ve got them,” Peter says. “They’re safe and well.”

John’s sigh of relief shudders in his ear. “Where are you?”

“Back home.”

A moment of silence. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“No,” Peter says frankly, “but we needed somewhere secure to keep Stiles. He’s calm right now, but how long will that last?”

John sighs again. “I was always told not to get caught.”

“And if you did?”

“Well, the implication was to do anything I could to escape again, or to die trying.”

“That’s a hell of an implication,” Peter says, arching a brow.

“Right? And I’m guessing under Gerard’s roof it was less an implication, and more a direct order.” John pauses. “Watch him closely, please.”

Peter gazes down at the street below. “I rather thought you’d want to come here and watch him closely yourself.”

“I’d give my right hand to do that,” John says, “but if I walk out in the middle of a murder investigation, questions will be asked. I’m heading back to the hospital soon. I’ll let Wiktoria know Allison’s safe.”

“Oh, how did that reunion go?” Peter asks.

John snorts. “Well, she didn’t shoot me, so better than I thought.”

“And you didn’t shoot her either,” Peter says. “How interesting.”

“Remember when I called Stiles a hostage? I think that Allison was one as well. Gerard had already proved he could steal my kid. What would stop him from stealing hers as well?”

Peter blinks down at a passing car. “How very understanding of you, John.”

“Oh, when this is over I’ll be having words with both of them,” John says, his voice like steel. “But at the moment we’ve got bigger things to worry about.”

“Truer words,” Peter murmurs.

“Hey,” John says. “Call me, okay, if there are any developments?”

“Of course,” Peter says.

“Or, you know,” John continues, “I’ll probably call you anyway.”

Peter smiles. “Talk to you soon, John.”

He ends the call.

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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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Danger Days - Chapter eight: "You don't own me"

Word count: 8,6K

Summary: Joey is back and finally reunited with Matthew. Gubler is, by the way, crazy jealous about Mikey.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, penetrative sex, cursing, jealousy.

A/N: Is Matthew right to be so jealous? ... I'm guessing the answer is yes.

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::: November 6th, 2010:::

The show was over, sweat dripping down Gerard’s face. He could still listen to the crowd yelling as he walked out of the stage and over the dressing room. He was tired, it was the last date of the leg of the tour, and he felt ready for a good break from being on the road.

Frank grabbed a bottle of water and drank almost half of it. Joey looked at him with a funny stare.

- “Shit! You were fucking dehydrated!”

- “And you failed in your crusade to keep me moisturized”- the drummer burst out laughing and hugged him friendly

- “I can’t believe you remember that!!”

- “You never forget a girl who promised to moisturize you”- the guitarist kissed her cheek, both of them were pretty sweated, but neither of them seemed to care.

- “Fuck Jersey, I’m gonna miss you. I’m not gonna listen to your weird, kinky jokes in a whole month.”

- “Bug, you are so gonna get my calls, so many calls!!”- Joey laughed and let him go.

She was honestly gonna miss him. Though she had managed to stop flirting and staring at him like she knew she had done, their friendship continued to grow, and they were closer than ever. Gerard hated it, but there was nothing he could do about it.

- "Come on!"- Ray argued, overhearing the conversation- "It’s just one month! And you better enjoy it, ‘cos starting February, you are not getting rid of us."

- "And you are not getting rid of me these days either"- Mikey quickly added, and Joey stuck her tongue out to him.

- "That I already knew, bróðir!"

- "It was a good show"- Gerard said out of the blue, and everybody looked at him.

- "Yeah"- they all answered and sat for a while. Ray took off his shirt and looked for a clean one in his bag. Joey quickly ran over and tapped on his pectorals.

- "I’ve seen these a hundred times already, and I still can’t get over the fact you’ve got better tits than I do!"- Ray burst out laughing as Gerard turned around not to see that scene.

In the latest days, he had had to swallow all his jealousy in a slightly successful attempt to stay a little further away from Joey. But staring at her being so close and friendly with everybody was making shit harder for Way. It was a good thing they had a month’s break. Maybe that would help to cool off his head from that crush.

- "So, dinner?"- Frank asked as he took off his shirt too to change into a dry one.

- "First a shower, then dinner and then… to the airport?"- Joey looked at her wristwatch- "Why are we flying at three in the morning?"

- "‘Cos it was the only flight available"- Ray quickly answered and cut the girl a smile- "But it gives us time to shower, eat dinner and get chocolates in the duty-free."

- "You had me at “shower,” then you said chocolates, and you made it perfect"- she answered and grabbed a shirt from her bag. It was the same every time. Gerard would get all excited about the possibility of her taking off her shirt right there with them, but she would always lock in the bathroom for a quick change.

- "Bummer!!"- Frank yelled as soon as Joey closed the bathroom door behind her back- "One day, we are gonna get a shitty venue without a bathroom or whatever, and you are gonna have to show us your bra!!"

- "Never!!"- Joey yelled, laughing from the bathroom. Frank laughed too and sighed. He made it sound like a joke, but he was dead serious about it. He still had a crush on the girl, though he had managed to keep it under control.

Dinner was nice. The band ate at the hotel and left for the airport. Gerard was excited to think maybe if he had a seat with Joey again, but no, he didn’t. Instead, she was alone with a stranger the whole flight to Munich. She didn’t really mind though, she would enjoy the little time alone she got after being most of her time locked in a bus with the band. It was fun, but it could get to be a little too much. And though she wasn’t really a woman with many female friends, she needed a more women-friendly environment for a while. Maybe not having Mikey farting most of the day was going to be nice. Or Frank burping. Or Gerard staring at her. Shit, Gerard staring at her was the worst, ‘cos it made her feel awkward. She needed to get away from him for a while.

The flight from Munich to New York was too long to be true. Luckily, the whole band was too tired to be awake most of the time. They got into the plane and fell asleep right away. Frank looked at Ray sitting next to him and punched his shoulder, forcing him to take out his headphones, pause his movie, and looked at his friend.

- "What?"

- "What are you doing?"- Iero asked and grinned.

- "Fuck you, Frank"- and the boy just laughed.

- "I wanted to know if Christa is picking you up or if you need a ride home. Jamia is coming with the girls to the airport."

- "Thanks, but Christa is coming for me, and my plan is to stay awake to get this jetlag straight."

- "Yeah"- Frank smiled and elbowed his friend- "Sure thing, the jetlag... "- Ray blushed and smacked his friend’s head.

- "I don’t appreciate you talking about me and my wife private life."

- "I didn’t say a thing."

- "Shut up!"- Joey and Mikey said at the same time, sitting right behind the other guys.

- "Stop speaking at the same time. It’s disturbing"- Frank agued and turned around to look at them.

- "Be glad you only have a half-hour left with us then"- Mikey quickly answered and wrapped an arm around Joey’s neck.

- "I’m so sorry for Gerard. He is stuck with you for another six hours."

- "He has been stuck with me his whole life. He is going to have to bear with it"- Mikey said, chuckling.

Needless to say, Gerard didn’t really have a problem with being with Joey for another couple of hours.

The goodbye was slightly sad. And a little awkward. Frank and Ray insisted on introducing Joey to their wives. And considering they had a whole hour to kill before boarding their next flight, the drummer agreed.

It was so weird meeting Jamia, but it also helped her kill the little crush she had on Frank.

Jamia was gorgeous, and the babies - Cherry and Lily- were the cutest. Frank changed completely as soon as he was with them. He turned into a dad and stopped being the annoying teenager Joey had spent two weeks with.

- "It’s so great to finally meet you"- Jamia said as she shook the drummer’s hand with a huge smile.

- "Me too! Frank has talked so much about you I feel like I’ve known you for years now"- which was totally the truth. In the last days, Frank had gotten so excited to go home, he wouldn’t stop talking about his life in Jersey.

- "I am so sorry"- Jamia said as they all sat down in a Starbuck.

- "What for?"

- "Anything my husband has done to make you uncomfortable, like farting, and burping, and being gross"- Joey burst out laughing and turned to her friend.

- "Jersey, your wife is an angel. She is a keeper"- and the guitarist smiled, proud.

- "I know, I don’t know how she can bear with me."

- "Probably ‘cos she had your babies"- Joey grinned, and Frank stuck out her tongue to her. Gerard and Mikey sipped their coffee in silence- "Too bad dad had to go so quickly. I wanted to meet Christa better."

- "You’ll have another chance, Bug"- Mikey smiled at her and sighed. He didn’t really want to go back home. It meant facing the inevitable: his divorce.

Joey and Jamia chatted for a long while. Mrs. Iero needed to know what she was dealing with. And mostly if she was going to get a chance to meet Matthew. By the end of their coffee, Jamia felt much more calmed to know the drummer, and Joey felt so much better to feel Mrs. Iero didn’t hate her. It really scared her to think any of the wives of her colleagues could think something wrong about her, except for Lynz. She didn’t scare her… it panicked her. If she only knew what she wanted to do to her husband.

Frank hugged Joey tight, keeping a safe emotional distance thanks to the proximity of his wife and his real-life in Jersey. He also hugged Mikey and Gerard and promised to call soon. Then, the Way brothers and Joey walked to the domestic terminal and looked for their gate. They got there just when they had started boarding.

- "Seems like we are all sitting together"- Gerard said, taking a look at their boarding passes.

- "Awww, my last six hours with you"- Joey quickly answered and smiled.

- "Stop saying that. You really aren’t getting rid of me these days"- the youngest Way said with a funny smile.

- "Next week I’m flying to Seattle for a few days, you are gonna have to learn to live without me, Mikey Way"- Joey quickly answered and kept walking with him to the gate.

- "Damn it! What am I supposed to do those days?"

- "Go torture Gerard for a change"- she replied and looked at Gee, who was staring back at her. But instead of saying anything about his brother, the singer asked.

- "Are you going to see your parents?"

- "Yes! Mom is forcing me to go and pretty much making me feel guilty for “abandon them” for my job."

- "Wow, that sounds harsh"- Mikey raised an eyebrow- "Can I go with you?"

- "No, Mikey. Matthew is coming along, and he is actually going to meet my parents, which is a huge deal for me."

- "Why?"

- "My parents have never met one of my boyfriends"- Joey confessed and passed her boarding pass to the crew by the gate of their flight.

- "Never?"- Gerard was surprised- "Why?"

-"I’ve never had a serious boyfriend."

- "Again, never?"- Gerard was surprised, and so was Mikey.

- "Yeah. I’m not really a people person, and I don’t usually date a lot, so… that’s it"- Joey cut them a fake smile and started walking to the plane, followed by her friends.

- "I can’t believe you are not a people person. That’s really bullshit"- Mikey argued but met Joey’s serious face.

- "I am, and that’s it."

By the tone of her voice, the two guys knew she wasn’t joking about it. So neither of them kept asking questions and remained quiet until they all sat down. The girl was sitting in the middle of the two guys, which made the three of them very happy. At least she knew she could talk to Gerard not feeling awkward ‘cos Mikey was right there to join the conversation too. Well, that if she made it to speak to Gerard, considering they both had been ignoring each other basically the whole week.

But it was a good flight. The three of them kept sleeping most of the time, watched a movie. Joey kept reading her book, Gerard borrowed it for a while, and Mikey kept reading the comics he had gotten in the airport. A typical trip for the three of them.

Matthew was waiting for Joey outside her gate. And as soon as she saw him, she ran to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him and feeling his hands holding her tight.

- "Akumu"- she managed to whisper, rubbing her lips against him, refusing to stop the kiss.

- "My Yami"- he said and smiled, to keep on kissing her- "I missed you so much!"

- "I missed you more."

- "Please, never leave again."

- "I’m here now, and I love you so."

- "I love you so much."

Joey couldn’t stop kissing her boyfriend, and he refused to let her go, though people kept staring at them. One of which was Gerard Way.

- "Come on, kids! get a room"- Mikey said and tapped on Matthew’s back- "And be respectful of my sister in public places. Come on! she is a lady!"

- "Go away, bróðir"- Joey managed to say, still rubbing her lips against Matthew’s

- "You little rebel, hey man"- all the interruption forced the couple to stop their lovely reunion.

- "Hey"- Matthew shook Mikey’s and Gerard’s hands. The youngest Way smiled friendly, but his older brother couldn’t even fake it. He really hated Gubler.

- "Hello"- was the only thing he managed to say.

- "How was your trip?"- Gubler asked and smiled at the guys, now wrapping an arm around Joey and kissing her temple several times.

Gerard hated Matthew more and more with every second that passed. The singer had only managed to kiss her once on the forehead. This guy could kiss her whole body and probably have already. And most probably, he was going to do it again in the following hours. The whole idea made him jealous as hell.

- "Wait, how did you get here?"- Joey asked him and looked around- "You are not boarding a plane now, are you?"

- "No, Yami. I just… managed to ask for permission to get here for you and only for you"- Gerard wanted to smash Gubler’s head against the nearest wall. Joey pouted and kissed her boyfriend for what seemed to be a thousand times.

- "I love you"- she whispered and smiled.

- "Somebody’s gonna get laid!!"- Mikey joked as the couple kept on making out- "Ok, ok, come on, let’s go get our bags so you little love birds can… stop doing this in front of me!"

Mikey said and started walking. Gerard couldn’t agree with his brother more.

Lynz greeted her husband at the front door with the biggest kiss and the warmest hug. He kissed her back and smiled, feeling home. It felt good to have her in his arms. To have someone he loved wrapping her arms around him for a change. It had been too long since he felt that. And he didn’t want to let her go.

Mikey walked into an empty house. Alicia had taken pretty much everything. His house was filled with eco and desolation. Tears started falling down his cheeks. Tears soon became a waterfall. He sat on the floor, resting his back against the wall, howling. He hadn’t cried like that in years.

He took a look around at the empty walls. The empty room. His empty life, and realized how lonely he felt. He could fill the time on tour with his friends, with booze, with the shows. But in real life, on his daily basis, Mikey Way was ultimately and unquestionably alone. And that day, there was nothing he could do about it to face it.

Matthew could barely open the door as he refused to stop kissing his girlfriend. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her lips traveled from his mouth to his neck nonstop.

- "Yami... the..."

- "Fuck me right here against the door, I don’t care"- she whispered, and he groaned.

- "Don’t test me!"

The actor somehow managed to open the door, kicked the bags inside, and found the nearest couch.

- "I missed you so fucking much"- she whispered and pulled up his shirt.

- "Me most! And I needed to fuck you so badly. I hadn’t jerked off this much since I was in high school."

- "Then fuck me, Matthew Gray."

- "My plan exactly."

Joey didn’t care about the jetlag; she didn’t care about how tired she felt. She just wanted to feel her boyfriend inside of her as fast as possible 'cos fuck, she had missed him. And seeing him on top of her half-naked already made her feel as ready as she could be.

His lips played on her skin, making her shiver, as he licked and nibbled every inch of her that was possible. Joey’s hands kept moving on his skin as her eyes kept staring at him on top of her. It seemed he was hungry for her, and she wanted to be devoured.

- "Yami"- he whispered and kissed her neck as he finished taking all of her clothing off- "How much did you miss me?"

- "So much"- she moaned as his hardon rubbed her clit.

- "Show me how much you missed me"- she blushed as the two of them stayed still for a second, staring at each other. Joey slowly opened her legs and let Matthew in. Both of them groaned at the very same time as he filled her up completely.

- "Shit"- Joey bit his arm and scratched her nails on his skin.

- "So tight..."- he managed to say as he started thrusting slowly.

- "Just for you"- the girl sighed and kissed his neck

- "You feel so good, Yami."

Joey’s legs were wrapped firmly around his torso as his hand grabbed on hers, intertwining their fingers against one of the cushions of the couch. Their lips were sealed together, only parting for air every once in a while. And when they did, their eyes crushed, staring in complete silence, just moaning, just kissing, just enjoying the fact they were finally together again.

And they had never wanted each other more. It was sweet. It was passionate. It was love.

- "Please, make me cum"- Joey whispered and watched him smile.

- "Your wishes are my commands"- with those words, Matthew fastened his peace and looked at her. He propped up on his elbows, thrusting into her and hitting her g-spot with every single stroke. He wanted to kiss her, but he couldn’t stop staring at her with her eyes closed, whimpering and whispering his name.

- "You look so hot"- Gubler murmured, but she wasn’t able to answer. Instead, her moaning increased and turned into a yell filled with pleasure as she came, which was surely heard by the whole building.

- "Matthew..."- she managed to say as she caught her breath for a second.

- "I’m gonna... "- he whimpered against the skin he bit raw. His thrusts turned messier as he started losing into her, releasing himself and groaning deep into her shoulder as she kept her arms and legs around him.

- "Sorry"- he whispered and chuckled- "That was too fast."

- "I don’t care, we have time to do it again"- she answered and kissed him with a big smile.

- "I just missed you so fucking much."

- "I know, I missed you too... wanna shower with me?"

- "I wanna do everything with you"- she smiled and felt his lips on hers for a sweet kiss. She loved him. She didn’t want to forget that.

::: November 18th, 2010 :::

Matthew frowned as he walked into Joey’s apartment and saw Mikey sitting on the floor, holding a joystick. During the whole time he had dated Joey, Gubler had never met one of her friends. She didn’t have many- or any actually- and he knew it. They mainly were work buddies, or like Tucker, they lived far away. The drummer really hadn’t made friends in Los Angeles. That’s why it was so weird for him to see Mikey Way at her house now pretty much every day. Or that’s how it felt.

- "Hey Gub! Nice to see you again"- the bassist said and smiled, returning his eyes to the screen and pausing the game one second later- "Joey is getting ready for your date."

- "Hey, great… how are you?"

- "Awesome, we literally smashed Assassins Creed today"- Mikey smiled and pointed at the Playstation.

- "Sounds fun."

- "I’m ready, Akumu"- Matthew smiled and looked at Joey walking out of her room.

- "Wow"- he whispered and wide opened his eyes- "You look amazing!"

- "Thank you"- the drummer’s cheeks blushed as her boyfriend walked over and landed his hands on her hips, moving her closer to her body and rubbing his lips against hers for a moment before saying

- "Are you sure you wanna go out? We could stay here and take that dress off slowly"- and she giggled nervously at his insinuations.

- "If we go out and you look at me in the dress for a long while, you might want to take it off even more eagerly, and it might feel even better when you do it"- she murmured, looking straight into his eyes and kissed his lips.

- "Let me see you"- Mikey said and walked over, ruining the sexy moment- "Damn! You never ever dressed like that when we were on the road"- Mikey said and looked at her up and down, something that bothered Matthew very much.

Gubler was a jealous boyfriend, and Joey didn’t like that, so he always hid it. But most of the time, when a guy was too close to her, it honestly bothered him. Needless to say, the fact she was working with a band and a crew of only men, her being the only woman, hunted him day and night. But he made his best and didn’t say a thing ‘cos he wanted to support her no matter what. But Mikey was making things hard for him.

- "Stop it, bróðir!!"- she punched his arm and smiled- "What are you doing tonight?"

- "I guess I’ll stop by Gerard’s and annoy the fuck out of him."

- "Sounds like fun, say hi from me"- Joey grabbed her bag and jacket- "See you tomorrow?"

- "Yeah! I need you to come with me to Fender"- Way announced.

- "Why?"

- "They are working on a custom mustang bass for me. I designed it, and we are going to check it out."

- "Wow!"- Matthew said, surprised- "Dude, that’s great!"- but Mikey just shrugged. He was so depressed he really didn’t care.

- "I guess… anyway, I have to be there at noon."

- "On a Saturday?"- Joey frowned.

- "Yeah… I told them I couldn’t do it any other day."

- "Aren’t you being a little bitch with people just ‘cos you can?"- Joey teased him, and he smiled

- "I actually couldn’t"- Joey raised an eye and turned to her boyfriend.

- "Shall we? Mikey, lock the door when you leave"- they high-fived, and the couple left.

- "Wait… did you give him a spare key?"- Matthew asked, frowning as he realized what his girlfriend had just said.

- "Yeah, why?"- Joey didn’t seem to notice her boyfriend was serious about it.

- "‘Cos you met him last month."

- "And I’ve lived half of that time with him. I think I can trust him. He is my friend"- Joey made lights off of the whole deal, but Matthew was honestly mad.

- "I don’t like this"- he simply said and started the car.

- "Why?"

- "‘Cos I feel he is taking all of your free time."

- "That’s not true! I spend 99% of my time with you! I even go to the set with you! And I spend most nights at your house! So what is wrong with me also spending some time with my friend? Who is, by the way, the only friend I’ve got here in L.A?"

- "But... "- Matthew didn’t seem to find an argument to win that battle, or at least that could make sense to Joey.

- "But what? You don’t want me to hang out with other people?"

- "It’s not that! I just… find it weird that you work with them and go out with him and…"

- "He is my friend, Matthew!"- Joey sighed and looked straight at the road as her boyfriend kept driving. So much for a date’s mood. Gubler took a deep breath and started talking very slowly to sound calm.

- "I know he is your friend, and that’s not what bothers me…"

- "Then?"- the girl turned to her boyfriend and raised an eyebrow- "Are you jealous of Mikey?"

- "No…"- he hesitated, ashamed and even a little scared of Joey’s reaction.

- "You can’t be jealous of Mikey. He just lost his marriage. I am his friend, and he is fucking alone."

- "He has his brother and probably other friends"- Joey made a pause before answering because she felt bad talking about Gerard in front of Gubler.

- "Yeah, but he has his marriage, and I think his wife is best friends with Mikey’s ex… if Mikey didn’t want to tell him, do you think he wants to share his darkest moment with him?"

- "No, but why you?"

- "So you think he has a crush on me! What are you? Fifteen?"

- "No! That’s not what I meant!"

- "Then?"

- "I don’t know!! We’ve never been through this before! I just find it weird!"

- "So you are jealous"

- "Yes! Of course, I am!"- Matthew finally exploded- "But I trust you, so I know nothing bad will happen!"

Joey didn’t answer. She just started outside the window and counted to ten.

- "Yami?"

- "I trust you too, Akumu. And believe me, nothing is gonna happen between Mikey and me"- she whispered and felt her cheeks burning- "But please, don’t get jealous of him. He is the closest thing I’ve ever have of a brother in my entire life, and I love him very much."

The girl made her best to be calmed, she didn’t want to ruin the moment, and she made her best to understand what her boyfriend was going through. Though she hated to face that he was jealous, she could get how her boyfriend felt. It would be too cynical to tell him he had no one to be jealous of because he had no idea how she felt about Gerard. But that was completely platonic and not a threat at all.

- "So… are we ok?"- Matthew asked with a soft tone of voice and held his girlfriend’s hand.

- "We are ok, Akumu"- Joey answered and cut him a warm smile- "Are you ok with me going to Fender tomorrow with Mikey?"

- "Yes..."- he answered without hesitations.

- "Awesome ‘cos I was going to do it anyway."

Mikey lit a cigarette and looked up to the stars in the sky. He was sitting in his older brother’s backyard, drinking a beer, and basically just being there, trying not to think. Gerard was smoking next to him in silence, drawing something to kill time and sipping a diet coke from time to time.

- "So how was your day?"- he finally asked his younger brother.

- "It was good. I was with Joey the whole day"- and Gerard nearly chook- "We played video games, ordered pizza, and basically just did my favorite thing, nothing."

- "How is she?"

- "Great, she had a date night today; otherwise, I would have stayed for a slumber party with her and Gubler."

- "With him too?"

- "Yeah, he is a nice guy. He is obviously jealous as fuck, but Joey doesn’t seem to care, and neither do I actually"- Gerard chuckled

- "So he is jealous of all of us or just you?"

- "Just me… I guess it’s because we hang out a lot."

- "You do? Really?"

- "Almost every time she is not with him. We are going out tomorrow."

- "Where are you going to?"- and that was really something that caught Gerard’s attention

- "To Fender to check how’s my bass going. Wanna come along?"- the temptation was too big for Gerard to avoid.

- "Yeah, it sounds fun"- and he made his best to sound as casual as possible.

- "Great…"- Mikey took a long drag of his cigarette and stayed quiet again. Lynz walked over and cut them a short smile. Gerard’s little brother nodded but didn’t say anything.

- "I’m going out, guys,"- she announced and looked at his husband- "I’m gonna hang out with the girls"- and the girls included Mikey’s ex-wife. Everybody knew they were best friends.

- "Have fun, honey"- Gerard kissed her and smiled. Mikey waved and sighed- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah"- he quickly answered and finished his beer- "I’m gonna take a piss."

Mikey locked himself in the bathroom and burst out crying. He was a wreck, and he didn’t want to show it, not to his brother. He didn’t need his pity. That’s why he hadn’t hung out with him so much those days. That’s why he was stuck at Joey most of her free time.

Alicia had destroyed him. Each time they talked, he ended up even more broken-hearted, more miserable. More alone. Joey had insisted on taking him to see her therapist, but he kept refusing. Instead, he had beer, or vodka, or whatever there was around. And cigarettes and the tv to numb his brain.

- "Are you excited to meet my parents?"- Joey asked Matthew as they sat in front of each other, smiling. He had taken her to her favorite Thai restaurant for dinner, and she was in heaven.

- "Scared maybe"- he whispered and blushed.

- "Why?"

- "I can’t stop thinking your dad is gonna be this tall, brawny Icelandic guy that’s gonna break every bone in my body for dating his daughter"- Joey burst out laughing and nodded.

- "That might be true, but my mom is gonna love you. And she is gonna overfeed you, so tomorrow you should eat light"- Matthew chuckled and held Joey’s hand.

- "I love you so much, Yami"- and she blushed.

- "Akamu, I think I love you more"- they stared at each other for a moment with a goofy smile, until the moment was ruined by her cell phone- "I’m sorry."

The girl whispered and looked at the screen, laughing as Matthew looked at her, not getting what was going on?

- "What is it? What’s so funny?"

- "Frank just sent me a photo. He dressed his kids like pumpkins!! Look! They are so cute!!!"- the girl gave him her phone, and he smiled, faked a smile actually. And it was so obvious, Joey locked her phone and placed it in her pocket.

- "I just… can we have a minute without someone from the band taking your attention from me?"

- "You have my undivided attention! Can you stop being jealous?"

- "Yes… I can! but it’s hard!"- Gubler sighed and calmed himself down ‘cos he knew that was a lost battle.

- "You can take my phone if you want and keep it away"- she said and gave it to him, in one of the toughest decisions she had ever made. That meant Joey was actually doing what her boyfriend wanted her to do. She hated that.

But she loved Matthew and didn’t want to have another argument that night. Matthew took it, turned it off, and placed it in his pocket, enjoying for once a minute of power in that relationship. Joey wasn’t a girl easy to handle. He loved the challenge, but sometimes it felt she was too independent of him. For him.

The sun shining on his face woke Mikey up. And it was hell. Another day, another hungover. He had fallen asleep drunk in his brother’s spare room. Not that he wanted to go home anyway, he didn’t feel like being alone. He quickly rolled in bed and looked at the time. He was late. Groaning, he looked for his phone around the room, found it in his pants, and dialed. Joey’s phone was off.

- "Fuck!"

Joey rolled on her bed and smiled. Matthew was sound and asleep next to her. She cuddled closer to him and kissed his naked skin.

- "This is what I miss the most when you are not home"- he whispered, waking up.

- "The way I wake you up?"

- "No, my arm numbed underneath your neck"- Joey chuckled and moved to free Matthew’s arm- "Thank you."

- "Sorry"

- "Don’t be. I love snuggling with you. You can numb all my limbers"- the girl giggled and kissed her boyfriend’s lips sweetly.

- "All of them?"- Matthew smiled and wrapped both arms around her.

- "Every single one of them… but right now, I have to go to work"- the girl pouted and felt him kissing her lips over and over again.

- "Who schedules a Meet and Greet on a Saturday?"

- "People who work the rest of the week and only have time on Saturday."

- "Touché"- Matthew smiled at her and kissed her lips before getting out of bed- "Meets and greets are weird"- she said and wrapped her body on the sheet as she stared at her boyfriend walking around her room naked, preparing to take a shower- "You literally just meet and greet someone."

- "Yes, that’s why the name"- he answered, chuckling.

- "Sorry, I can’t be smart if you are walking naked in my room"- the girl whispered, blushing. Matthew looked at her and offered his hand.

- "Would you be smarter if you shower with me?"

- "Nop, but I can be totally naughty."

- "That’s my girl…"

Gerard was memorizing every single street as Mikey drove to Joey’s house. He had never been there; his brother seemed to be there always. It bothered him, of course, but today it seemed to be pretty helpful actually. It had been over a week since the last time he saw her, and there was a part of him that missed her deeply. The other part of him felt guilty for missing her so much.

Mikey grabbed his phone and dialed again. Still off. Her phone was never off. What if something bad had happened to her? He dialed again. Nothing. The bassist cursed himself for not having Matthew’s number.

- "Are we close?"- Gerard asked, not looking at his brother, and never noticed he was about to freak out.

- "Yeah"

- "And… does she live with her boyfriend?"

- "No, she has a little one-bedroom apartment, he has… I think an apartment too, but Joey doesn’t want to move in with him yet"- Mikey just said it and didn’t detect his brother’s brightening eyes.

- "Why?"

- "They haven’t dated that long. She feels they aren’t there yet… there it is!"- the youngest Way pointed at an apartment complex- "I don’t see Matthew’s car here, maybe they are at his house."

Gerard frowned at that idea, feeling selfish and stupid. He had sex with his wife that week. Why couldn’t Joey have sex with her boyfriend? Easy: ‘cos Gerard wanted her to be his and only his. But that thought was killing him slowly. He didn’t know how to turn it off.

The Way brothers took the elevator to the fifth floor, walked down the aisle, and knocked on Joey’s door. Neither of them said a thing. Mikey grabbed the keys from his pocket and hesitated. He decided to knock on the door again, in case the girl was with her boyfriend.

- "What’s that?"- Gerard quickly asked, confused- "Do you have a spare key to her house?"

- "Yeah"- he simply answered, not getting his brother’s frowned face- "We exchanged keys in case of an emergency, that’s what friends do"- and Mikey rang the bell again.

- "What’s the rush?!"- the girl opened the door and wide opened her eyes as she first noticed Gerard was there, looking at her. And she was only wearing a robe. Great.

- "I’ve been calling you all day, Bug!"- Mikey hugged her, honestly worried- "I thought something had happened to you!!"

- "Oh, come on! I just… don’t have my cellphone with me"- she whispered and felt her cheeks burning as Gerard looked at her up and down- "Hey"- that was all she could say and smiled at him- "Nice to see you."

- "Nice to see you too."

- "Come in. guys. There’s fresh coffee in the kitchen. I’m gonna finish getting dressed."

- "And Matthew?"- Mikey asked, already pouring a cup of coffee for him

- "He left five minutes ago. He and the crew have a meet and greet today."

- Awesome! That means I have extra time to annoy you today"- the girl heard her friend’s voice as she walked over to her closet to get dressed.

- "Yes, but I have to come back home early to pack my bags. We are leaving for Seattle tomorrow"- she yelled back and picked her outfit. Meanwhile, Gerard wandered around, checking every little detail of the house that could tell him a little more about her. There was a drum, an electric drum, and… Mikey’s old bass?

- "Why is that here?"- he asked his brother.

- "I left it here the other day. Bug and I were practicing some songs together."

Mikey simply answered and sat on the couch, grabbed the remote control, and turned on the tv. Gerard looked at him, feeling his brother felt really at home. What else could he find? A family picture of her and her parents, some pretty artworks on the walls, and a million Playstation games.

- "Are we too late??"- the girl showed up shoeless, with wet hair and no makeup on. Just like that, Gerard’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t stop staring, and Joey felt his eyes on her the whole time making her blush. Having him at her house was too overwhelming for her. She kept trying to make light off of the fact she was embarrassed and nervous. She hadn’t seen Gerard ever since that day at the airport, and there was a part of her that had tried unsuccessfully to forget how he made her feel. It was clear that Gerard Way’s effect on her was not something you could get rid of in a few days.

- "Yeah, but you still have… fifteen minutes to get ready"- Mikey said and grinned.

- "I can make it in ten"- and so, she disappeared back into her room, to emerge eight minutes later, fully dressed and ready to go.

- "Shit! That was fast!"- Mikey said and smiled- "And you are hot enough to be a trophy wife"- Joey frowned and punched his shoulder.

- "I am a woman, not a thing to show around."

- "I was just joking."

- "You know I hate those jokes"- she made a pause and raised an eyebrow to her friend.

- "Damn! that hurt"- he argued, still rubbing the spot she smacked and stared at his friend- "Come on, you know I was joking."

- "Yes, but part of being your little sister is teaching you not to be an asshole repeating sexist jokes."

- "Fine"- Mikey turned off the tv and looked at his brother, who hadn’t said a thing in a long while- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah… ready?"- Gerard quickly answered and looked down at his shoes, like looking for something he hadn’t actually lost.

- "Yeah, did you turn off the coffee maker?"- the girl looked at Mikey, and he didn’t move- "I’ll do it."

- "I didn’t remember Bug! Sorry!"- Joey walked to the kitchen and turned the machine off.

- "It’s ok, I would have checked it anyway"- she smiled as she walked back and opened the door- "Shall we?"

Having his own signature bass was Mikey’s dream. And for someone who was fulfilling his goal, the bassist didn’t really look happy. He checked the details, talked with the luthiers, played a little, made corrections, and set a date to see the progress in a week. But he didn’t smile at all the whole time.

- "How are you?"- Gerard whispered as he stood next to Joey at one side of the room, both of them staring at a wall filled with basses and guitars.

- "Good, you? How’s the break?"- she could almost feel her voice shaking as she talked to him. That’s how nervous he made her feel. And after so many days apart, the effect seemed to be getting worse, like a concentrated dose.

- "Good… very pleasant."

- "Are you having a nice weekend?"

- "Yes…"- he whispered and looked at her for a second- "I kinda missed you, you know? “Kinda missed you??! What the fuck was that, Gerard??! What are you?? twelve??!!”

- "Really?"- she whispered, surprised.

- "Yeah… you get used to being around people when you are touring."

- "That’s true"- Joey turned to him and smiled- "I’ve missed you too"- she whispered and looked back at the musical instruments around him.

- "You have?"

- "Sure. I haven’t talked to you since we got here. At least the other guys and I keep texting or calling each other. You vanished."

Gerard faked a smile and looked away. So it wasn’t just Mikey? all the guys talked to her daily, and he had no idea about it? Did that include Frank too?

- "Well, you haven’t texted either"- he simply replied and looked at her with a small smile.

- "You know I don’t have your number, right?"

- "What?"- Gee frowned, confused.

- "You never gave it to me… well, I never asked for it."

They looked at each other in silence, something that happened so often between them; it could be their natural behavior.

- "Would you give it to me?"- Gerard whispered, and neither of them moved.

- “That’s what scares me the most. Under other circumstances, I would give it to you,”- Joey thought and smiled, as her cheeks blushed

- "Your number"- he added and chuckled- “... Although.”

- "I know, perv. Give me your phone."

- "Hey kids!"- Mikey appeared next to them and smiled- "What are you doing?"

- "Giving your brother my number, ‘cos apparently, we weren’t friends until now."

- "Wow, that’s harsh! You didn’t ask for mine either!"- Gerard argued but chuckled.

- "Yeah, you keep saying that, but you didn’t offer it either, and Gerard Way’s number has to be something too exclusive to own."

- "Ok, you are both assholes"- Mikey ignored the whole conversation and looked at his friend- "I need you to help me, Bug"

- "What is it?"

- "I want you to help me pick up a new bass"

- "Don’t you have a hundred already?"- Joey teased him and walked with him

- "It’s not for me, it’s for you"- Joey stopped walking and frowned- "What? You need one."

- "I don’t."

- "Yes, you do, I’m gonna teach you, and I am not gonna lend you mines. They are too special."

- "Mikey…"- but he didn’t let her finish.

- "Besides, we are going to be touring so much, you are going to have to find something useful to do when we are on the bus. You can teach me drums, I can teach you bass, we are gonna be better musicians, it’s a win, win situation."

Mikey looked so excited about his idea Joey didn’t want to break the dream. Besides, it felt like he was making a project out of his whole idea, something to keep his mind entertained. And that sounded like a nice plan. Better than drinking himself to sleep most of the nights.

- "I’m not gonna convince you to change your mind, am I?"- she asked and giggled, staring at her friend’s serious face.

- "Nop"- he quickly answered, making sure the last “p” sounded loud, as it would make a statement or whatever.

- "Fine… but I’ll pay you back."

- "Oh, you are paying for it"- he quickly replied- "But not with money, I really want those drums lessons."

Gerard stared at the scene and sighed. His brother wrapped an arm around Joey’s neck as they walked to pick up her bass. He was jealous and worried at the same time. He was jealous of how close he was with her and how much he trusted her. Gee felt left aside from his problems. Joey had spent more time with his brother than him in the latest weeks. Ever since they met, actually. Why didn’t he trust his older brother anymore?

The bass they picked was a tidepool Player Jaguar Fender. Mikey carried it to his car and smiled proudly. Gerard took a Fender Rumble 15, and Joey just smiled embarrassedly.

- "You didn’t have to buy the amp"- she whispered to Gerard.

- "You can’t play bass without an amp"- he simply replied and smiled- "Besides, you can always pay me back in drum lessons too"- the girl chuckled, blushed, and looked at her friends.

- "Ok, kids, lunch is on me. You two deserve Joey’s signature menu for being this nice to me"- she grinned and got into the car.

- "And where are we going?"- Mikey sat behind the wheel and turned to her, just as Gerard, from the passenger seat

- "To my house, I am cooking you mi especialidad: bandeja paisa"- the Way brothers frowned and looked at each other- "Just come and eat like porks with me, ok?"

- "Fine"- Mikey answered and chuckled- "Are you gonna go all Latina on us?"

- "You better be sure I am."

- "I’ve never seen you like that"- Gerard said and looked at her again. She blushed and closed her eyes, embarrassed.

- "Well, I have, and it’s fucking weird!"- Mikey answered to his brother- "And when she starts mixing English, Icelandic, and Spanish… damn it!"

- "Vinsamlegast þegiðu! (Please shut up!)"- the girl shouted and hit Mikey’s shoulder- "Odio Cuando dices eso! (I hate it when you do that)"

- "See?"- the bassist turned to his friend- "It’s fucking weird."

- "Let’s take a selfie and send it to Frank and dad"- Joey said and looked for her phone in her bag. But never found it- "Oh fuck! Matthew has it"- she whispered and sighed.

Suddenly she remembered she had given it to him, and it bothered her to know she had given away some power to please a guy. Fuck, she deeply regretted doing that.

- "Let’s use my phone"- Gerard said and pointed the camera at them- "Ok, smile!!"

- "Say cheese!!"- Joey grinned, and the Way brother smiled- "Dad is gonna love that! He said he missed us too, he actually invited me to stay with him in Jersey while we rehearsed for the concert"- the girl said and looked outside the window- "I think it would be nice, I’ve never been to Jersey"- she kept talking, more to herself than to her friends.

- "You can stay with me too if you want"- Mikey said, and Gerard turned to him, scowling- "I mean, I’m gonna be home with our parents…"

- "That sounds so fucking weird, Michael James"- and Joey burst out laughing- "But though I love the idea of having a sleepover at your parents, Matthew is coming with me that weekend"- Gerard’s frown grew bigger.

- "Bug, tell me the truth"- Mikey said after a while. The radio was on, and the three of them had been basically just humming a few songs as they made their way to Joey’s house.

- "Shoot"

- "Matthew hates me, right?"

- "Why would you say that?"

- "‘Cos he looks like he hates me"

- "Of course not!"- the girl lied right away and snorted- "He is just shocked we got along so quickly."

- "Oh"- Mikey made a pause and chuckled- "So he really hates me."

- "No! I mean it!"

- "I think that’s a yes"- Gerard said to his brother and nodded.

- "Well… I guess I won’t be watching Criminal Minds anymore."

Matthew could hear Joey laughing from the hallway. She wasn’t alone. There were other voices and some music too. What the fuck was going on? He wasn’t thrilled at all ‘cos he had been calling his girlfriend the whole day and her phone was off. But this was too much for him to handle with a cold head. But he had to breathe and trust her.

- "Hey! What are you doing?"- he opened the door and glared at the Way brothers. Mikey was sitting behind Joey’s electric drum while she held a bass. Gerard was sitting on her couch, laughing. Well, not anymore, at least.

- "Akumu!! How was your day? Did you have fun meeting and greeting people?"- she quickly stood up, almost jumping and running to him, wrapping her arms around him.

- "It was ok…"- she kissed him sweetly and kept smiling- "What are you guys doing?"

- "I invited the guys for lunch, and we just stayed here playing for a while"- she simply answered.

- "I’ve been calling you the whole day, but you didn’t pick up"- Joey raised an eyebrow and looked into her boyfriend’s eyes.

- "Akumu, you’ve got my phone, remember?"- and Matthew Gray Gubler wanted to slap himself. The only thing he could do was be the nicest and sweetest, not jealous boyfriend he could be.

- "Shit!"- and Joey just nodded- "I’m so sorry!"

- "I know, so, wanna join us?"

- "Actually, I think we should go"- Gerard said and stood up- "I’ve got to pick up my wife from an event, “liar, liar pants on fire,” and Mikey has to drive me over"

Gee turned to his brother, and he nodded.

- "Yeah, and we better hurry ‘cos we are late"- he added and grabbed all his things- "I’m taking this"- he said and grabbed the bass he had left in her house- "You better practice."

- "Guys, you don’t have to run out just ‘cos I got here"- Matthew smiled- "We could hang out for a while."

- "I saved you some bandeja paisa"- Joey whispered, and her boyfriend’s smile grew bigger.

- "I love you so much."

- "Yeah, I know, I’m awesome"

- "Thank you, Matthew, but we really have to go"- Gerard shook his hand and smiled- "But Joey said you would come with us to the show in New York."

- "Yeah! I am! I feel like shit, I still can’t get to see my girl in action"- he smiled and wrapped an arm around Joey’s shoulders. She hated when he called her “his girl.” She wasn’t his, or anyone’s, as a matter of fact. That was one of the reasons why she hadn’t have a serious relationship before.

- "We’ll see you there then"- Gerard assured- "We’ll show you Jersey, Joey said she was dying to see where we hid all the mafia corpses"- and the girl chuckled

- "You keep trying to sell it for me, but dude, I’m sold!!"- Gerard laughed at Joey’s words and stared at her in silence for a few seconds until he realized Matthew was there. He didn’t want him to know or even suspect how he felt about his girlfriend.

- "Thank you for everything, guys"- the girl walked them to the door with a warm smile on her face- "You are the best!"

- "Nah"- Mikey hugged her and messed her hair pretty much at the same time- "You’ve been a great little sister. Thank you for coming along!"

- "See you when I come back from Seattle."

- "Yeah, we have to practice!"- the youngest Way shook Matthew’s hand and said goodbye. Gerard did the same, wished them a safe trip, and walked out of the apartment. He and his brother walked in silence until they reached the car.

- "Dude!"- Mikey finally said when he started the car- "That guy hates the shit out of me!"

- "He was going to kill us when he walked in! What the fuck is his problem?"

- "I don’t know!! He has to death jealous"

- "Well, so would I"- Gerard thought out loud and noticed he had to add something in case his brother would think the wrong thing, which would be actually the right thing.

- "I mean, if my girl hung out with four dudes, I barely know and travel the world with them, I would be jealous too."

- "Maybe"- Mikey gave it a little thinking and nodded- "Maybe when they are back, we could invite them out for diner or something, that way he can know us and figure out we don’t wanna bang his girlfriend."

- "Yeah, sure, that would be helpful"- Gerard Way was full of shit.

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This Isn’t Goodbye - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Me (I legit have no shame for this)

Word Count: 6,893

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, It’s honestly just really sweet sex?, possible tears

Notes: So, talking to @minhosmeanhoe about doing something for the end of Teen Wolf and this is it. It’s hard to really express what this show means to me because it has changed my life. So much. So this is literally my rants, through Scott and myself, expressing what this show means to me, thanking it for everything it has done. The things I say are coming legit from me. This isn’t the end for us though. I will not stop writing for teen Wolf, for Stiles. It means too much to let it go away completely. So, just... enjoy my rant I guess. And me spilling my heart out about the show. And of Stiles. And me wishing Stiles was mine.

PS This is unedited. And I don’t even care. So ignore all my typos because I know they exist.

Stiles sat in the hospital room, glancing around to the people that crowded the small area. It was pure, agonizing silence, but he understood why.

It was barely 24 hours after it all ended.

Scott sat by his mom’s bed, rubbing her hand carefully, soothing her. His cuts and wounds had long healed, but Adderall-enthused young man could see the permanent scars etched into his friend’s heart and soul. Scott looked slightly broken, his uneven jaw clenched tightly, almost like he was having trouble comprehending everything that had happened in the last month.

Chris Argent sat across from the True Alpha, holding Melissa McCall’s other hand tightly in both of his. Their fingers were laced together, the two adults sharing a loving look every once in a while. He was obviously glad that she was healing just fine after Nolan shot up the McCall house before Stiles had arrived. Argent was even more glad that she was awake and talking, albeit quietly due to the hoarseness in her throat. She was alive and well, or as well as she could be, and that was all he needed in this moment.

Lydia sat in Parrish’s arms, the two silently conversing with their eyes. Parrish’s large hand tinkered with her fingers, his eyes glowing orange faintly every time the tips touched together. Stiles wasn’t one to believe in true love, or fated love, especially when it involved the girl he loved for so long. But he had let her go when he knew for a fact that she was meant to be with the Hellhound deputy. The way they looked at each other and supported each other told him they were destined for each other.

Malia stood behind Scott, running her fingers through his hair. Stiles couldn’t deny how surprised he was when Scott told him they were together, but he was happy for his friend and ex. They had found happiness in this crazy supernatural world. He found it odd slightly, but he wasn’t going to protest it. Malia looked happier than ever, happier than she ever was with Stiles. Stiles knew their relationship had been purely physical, but the two grew together, learning what they wanted most from the world.

Theo and Liam were pressed into a small corner, silently staring at the ground. The two had apparently formed a tight bromance over the time fighting the hunters, Theo helping Liam control his anger issues, being there for the young Beta. Theo had really come around since their junior year. Sure, Stiles personally couldn’t forgive him for what he had done, but Theo was growing on him like a fungus. Maybe in twenty years, he could have a conversation with the chimera. Liam… Liam maybe in five more years. Liam had some more growing up to do.

Corey and Mason sat visibly, for once, against the back wall, not far from where Stiles himself sat. Their hands were intertwined together tightly, just relishing in the feeling that the other was there. Mason’s arm was tightly wrapped in a purple cast having broken his arm when he decided to fight off Gabe. How he broke his arm punching the crap out of the wannabe hunter, no one really knew. But he saved a lot of lives and Gabe was taken to a high security prison by Rafael McCall, not to be released for a long time.

The sheriff was in and out of the room, Stiles watching his father pace the length of the hallway whenever he passed the open door. Noah Stilinski was glad everything worked out, but he held doubts of what the future held. He knew, deep in his heart, that things would never be the same. And the kids that always protected the town were going to be leaving for their own lives soon. Was he ready for that? The sheriff wasn’t sure. But for now, he was glad everyone was alright.

Derek the sour wolf leaned against the window, staring at the full moon in the darkened sky. His eyes glowed a faint blue, shifting around from the uncomfortable silence in the room. He was home, but it didn’t feel the same. He could feel the lingering stares of some people, their fear still present even though the anuk-ite was long gone. It was possible those people would never forget what they felt, and Stiles knew Derek feared the worst. No one wanted a repeat of Monroe and Gerard.

Peter was even present. Maybe it was to support Malia. Maybe it was to support Melissa, seeing as he had taken her out forever ago. He still cared, Stiles guessed. He was opposite Derek, playing with Derek’s new phone, trying to set it up so Derek could easily understand how to use the foreign technology. The former alpha was quiet, but his presence was not forgotten. He had actually helped fight the anuk-ite, keeping his daughter safe and helping the McCall pack, knowing he couldn’t let something like this slide. They made it personal when they blew up his cars but he wasn’t about to let another person try to destroy the home he knew.

Ethan and Jackson were propped on a dressing, the lips connecting occasionally to keep the other calm. Stiles couldn’t argue it was nice to see them together and safe, especially after having been tortured for so long by Monroe. Jackson’s eyes would meet with Lydia across the room, the two giving acknowledging nods to each other. Stiles fought back a smile, finding it inappropriate to smile in a time like this. But he was glad both couples found peace in the end.

Isaac, much to the Stilinski boy’s surprise, had flown in just to help fight after he heard what was going on. His… girlfriend, he guessed he could call her, sat next to him on the ground at the foot of the bed. Apparently, him and Cat had met at their school in Paris, Isaac instantly being attracted to the young witch, especially when the first time they spoke was after she tripped over her own feet, landing face first on his crotch. The two hit it off quickly, even going as far as moving to New York to attend NYU together. Apparently, she fell on his dick a lot after they became friends, though Stiles wasn’t sure in what way she meant, figuring she meant sexually, and if she even meant to be so open about that. Maybe it was the New Yorker in her that made her reveal that. When Isaac found out what was happening, he dragged Cat out of bed to jump on the first flight to Beacon Hills, apparently in exchange for going to every Yankees game for the next two years. Stiles wasn’t happy that she was a Yankees fan and (failing) to convert the curly-haired beta to like her favorite team, but he was glad she showed up when she did. Her magic was truly an asset to the fight, and Stiles hated to admit he liked her more than Isaac. Especially now that Isaac was going against the Mets.

Stiles sighed, hearing the faint sound of footsteps hustling down the hallway. His eyes shot to the door, seeing me stopping in the doorway. Our eyes locked, a small smile finding its way to his lips unconsciously. He quietly excused himself, rushing to the door, hand enveloping mine and leading me away from the packed room. When we got a decent distance away, his arms wrapped around me, my face burying in his flannel shirt.

“Sti…” I quietly muttered, sighing to myself. He shook his head, his face nuzzling in my hair. He took a deep breathe, smelling the strawberry scent from my shampoo.

“I’m glad you are alright,” he mumbled. “I was worried when Monroe shot at you. I don’t know what I would do without you. I can’t live without you.” He started rambling, his words getting jumbled and losing any sense he was trying to get out. He was cut off by one simple kiss when I pushed him away, my arms wrapping around his neck.

“I’m fine. The bullet grazed my arm is all. Nothing a Band-Aid and Neosporin can’t cure,” I whispered, pecking his lips again. The FBI trainee visibly relaxed, letting out a deep breath. He proceeded to just hug my smaller frame close, his head dipped into my shoulder, kisses tenderly at my neck. “How is everyone after last night?”

“It’s quiet. But it makes sense I guess. It doesn’t seem real that everything happened. It doesn’t seem real that the anuk-ite is gone now, or Gerard is dead. Monroe is going to prison after she is released from the hospital since Gerard shot her. I think everyone is just… thinking about everything,” Stiles told me, his voice barely audible.

“Everything?”

“Not just this fight,” he clarified. “It’s almost been four years since Peter bit Scott. Four years of this madness, babe. It’s weird to think back on everything. This has literally changed all our lives. It’s been hard, there’s no denying that. We’ve lost so many. But I guess it’s been good. If this hadn’t happened, where would we be? I wouldn’t have the friends I have now. I wouldn’t have the experiences I have now. I wouldn’t be in the FBI program.” He paused, backing away to look at me. “I wouldn’t have you.”

“Oh, Stiles,” I choked out, trying not to cry. “I know what you mean. I’ve only known you a year. But you guys have changed my life. I wasn’t in a good place when I met you. But now, you mean everything to me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Oh, baby,” Stiles said, leaning down to kiss my lips passionately. His hands were on my cheeks, caressing my skin softly. His lips moved against mine gracefully, electricity shooting through my body from the contact. His head tilted slightly, letting his lips felling encompass mine, pulling me closer to him. When he pulled away, he was slightly breathless, both of us panting quietly. “I can’t imagine my life without you too. Now, let head back in.”

He grabbed my hand, leading me into the hospital room. Scott’s head turned to us as we entered, Stiles pulling me down on his lap in the seat he was previously in. Scott smiled at me, squeezing his mom’s hand.

“I’m glad you were able to make it finally, M,” he said. He kissed his mom’s cheek, standing from his chair and taking a deep breathe. “Now that everyone is here, I have a few things to say. Stiles already knows about some of this. I talked to him a few hours ago about it all. He’s the one that mentioned I should say something about it. So, excuse me if I get a bit longwinded here.”

Scott looked at Peter and Derek, smiling to himself. “The day before my sophomore year, my life changed. Peter bit me, turning me into the werewolf I am today. You would think I would be mad, but I’m not. As much as I hate you, Peter, you changed my life. You gave me purpose and strength to right the life I needed. So many bad things in my life and one small thing like this changed me. It made me stronger. Same goes for you Derek. You helped me learn to channel that power, helping mold me into the person I am today. I probably would have died if you weren’t there for me, and for that, I owe you my life.”

He turned next to Jackson and Ethan. “Jackson. You were an asshole. But I’m glad you are alright. Bad things happened to you but look at you now. You are stronger than ever. And you have Ethan on your arm. He can understand you and he loves you. He has had losses, and even though he fought us once, he has become a great friend and ally. I wish the best for both of you.”

Next was Theo and Liam. “Theo, I still haven’t completely forgiven you for what you did. You tore apart my pack, my friends. But, when we brought you back to help find Stiles, I didn’t think you would be such a great ally. Maybe, one day, I will completely forgive you and accept you into my pack. But thank you for everything you have done. Stiles always says he loves to hate you, and I get what he means. I want to hate you, you were a dick, but you’ve been there for us. You’ve helped Liam, you’ve helped us. I’m glad you are here. And Liam, you were my first and only Beta. Do I regret biting you? Slightly, yes. I don’t wish to condone your life to this. But I think you saved me just as much as I saved you. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I wouldn’t have grown into the alpha I am now without you.”

He turned to Lydia and Parrish. “Lydia, you never noticed us until you yourself had the same experiences as us. But I’m glad you stopped being the popular, posh girl you used to be. You became yourself. You grew into a strong, independent woman. We couldn’t have done what we have done without you. And you found the perfect man for you. Parrish. I know you were dragged into this world so randomly, but I’m glad you were. You added that little something we were missing. You saved us so many times and we couldn’t have done some of the things we have done without you. Thank you for being drawn to us, just like we became drawn to you. Not as much as Lydia, but you know what I mean.”

Corey and Mason next. “Corey, I wasn’t sure about you to start with. You worked with Theo. You were against us. But, you have powers that none of us can match. You helped more than anyone with the Ghost Riders. And you helped keep Mason safe. We couldn’t have done this without you. And Mason, you were the Beast. But who cares, right? We saved you. You’ve helped Liam. You’ve helped us. And every pack needs their residential human to help keep them grounded. You are vital to this pack and I know you will help Liam when he has his own pack one day.”

He turned to Isaac and Cat. “Isaac, I know we’ve had out differences. We fought. You tried to kill Lydia. But you have helped us so much. You came around. I don’t know if we would have made it out without casualties if you didn’t come. And with Cat no less. We’ve known each other a few days, but I feel like Cat is one of us. Hell, she really is. She’s a member of this pack and there is no escaping it now. She’s amazing and I’m glad that we were able to meet her and her witchy powers. I’m sorry Isaac dragged you into our problems, but I appreciate that you are here. Never leave us, alright?”

He glanced at Chris. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect Allison. She was my first love and I will never get over that I let her die. But I know she would be proud of me, of you, and of all of us. To think you tried to kill me so many times. But here you are. We would have died a long time ago if you weren’t here. And I’m glad you are here to make my mom happy.”

Noah was standing in the doorway, Scott turning to him. “Sheriff, you are my second dad. I’ve known you forever. I know you’ve had your reservations about all of this, but thank you. Truly, thank you. For heled us, or being there for us. For supporting us. And for being there for me and Stiles on a personal level when we needed it. You are the greatest sheriff Beacon Hills has and will ever have.”

He turned to his mom. “A long time ago, you told me to be my own anchor. Maybe I didn’t appreciate it at the time. But I will never forget anything you ever said to me. You are the best mom in the world and I wouldn’t trade you for the world. You have helped me through every hard time and I wish I was a better son sometimes. You’ve gotten hurt so much because of me. But I wouldn’t be the son I am without you.”

He turned to Malia. “I fucking love you. I really do. I just… I have no words for you. I broke guy code and I’m dating my brother’s ex. But I couldn’t ask for a better woman in my life. Yes, I had Allison. Yes, Kira was amazing and I wish she were here. She is sorely missed and will always hold a place in my heart. In all of our hearts. But Malia, I don’t want to lose you. Thank you.”

Scott sighed to himself. “We’ve lost so many guys. Aiden, Allison, Brett, Lori, Deucalion, Erica, Boyd. They will all hold a special place in our hearts. They’ve all contributed to this pack more than I can even put into words. Kira, who’s still alive and with the Skinwalkers, will always be part of us. We miss them all, but they will always be here in spirit.”

He finally turned to us. “Mal, I can’t thank you enough for joining us when you did. You’re one of us, even if you don’t think you are. And most of all, you make Stiles happy. I’m glad he has found someone that can make him Stile a real smile. He hasn’t smiled the way he does not since before his mom passed away. I’m glad you can bring that out of him. You belong with him, with us. With this pack. And Stiles. I can’t count how many times you have saved me. I owe you my life. You are my brother. You will be in my heart forever. I will never forget what you have done for me.”

“To all of you, you are my family. Over the time we have been together, I will never forget what we have gone through. I won’t forget the memories and the friendships I have from this. This has made me a stronger person and shaped me into the man I am. This will always be my home and I know, we will always find our way back together, no matter how far apart we are. We are a pack after all. We belong together,” Scott said aloud, finally sitting back in his seat. “Thank you, guys. I’m sorry for talking your ear off.”

I cleared my throat, sliding off Stiles’ lap. “If I may follow up on what Scott said. This is for all of you.” I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Before I came here, I was not in a good spot. My life was disastrous. I was broken. I was lying to myself and trying to be stronger than I was. I was hurt because of my ex, Jack, because we had been through so much together. So, when he cheated and left, I didn’t know what to do. That’s when I came here. I met all of you and you changed my life. I feel like Beacon Hills is my home. It has helped me through everything. You all gave me a reason to live, literally. I have learned so much about myself and I have memories that will stick with me forever. I will never forget you guys. I am so much stronger than I was before you came into my life. I don’t want to go back to that time. And I don’t regret any of this. So, thank you.”

Stiles smiled, grabbing my hand. He stood from his seat, pulling me into a tight hug. I sniffled quietly, Stiles seeing the sad look on my face. “I think we’re going to head home. Melissa still needs her rest after her accident. I have to pack anyways. I have to fly back to Quantico tomorrow.” He released me, rushing around to give everyone a quick hug, hugging Scott the longest of course. “I’m so glad everyone is alright. And next time, call me if you need something. Don’t keep me out of the loop.”

Scott chuckled, nodding. “Noted, buddy.” He glanced at me, nodding slowly. “Take care of him, M.”

“Will do, Scotty. I may be human, but Stiles really is my anchor. He saved me from myself,” I whisper, grabbing the chocolate-haired man’s hand smiling to myself. “I don’t know where I would be without him. He is everything to me.”

Stiles grinned to himself, waving to everyone as he led us away. We made our way to his Jeep, Scott agreeing to let him drive it while we were in town. It was a quiet ride back to his house, only our steady breathing being heard. His hand was placed securely on my thigh, drawing circles through my jeans. It calmed me enough, not as much as when his hand runs through my hair. I was just glad he was here with me now.

He parked the jeep in his drive way, rushing around to open the door and helping me out. He carried me into his house, kicking the door to his room shut behind him and placing me on the bed. His suitcase was open on the floor, clothes and FBI supplies scattered about. I glanced at his mess, sighing to myself. It was only hitting me now that he was leaving me soon. I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want to say goodbye.

Stiles noticed my sad look, dropping the shirt that was in his hands onto his suitcase. “Babe, why the long face?” he asked, making his way over to me. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs wiping at the tears that slid down them unknowingly. “Come on, baby. Why are you crying?”

“Tomorrow is it, Sti. I won’t get to see you every day. I won’t get to see your smiling face or hear your silly theories or rantings of Star Wars. I won’t get to see the pack as often. I feel like my life won’t be the same anymore. You guys really have changed my life for the better and, after everything that has happened, I don’t want it to be over. I’m not ready to say goodbye.”

“Babe,” he said quietly, pressing our lips together. I could taste my salty tears, or maybe they were his. Tears leaked from his beautiful whiskey-brown orbs. He was just as upset as I was. This was his home. This was where he grew up. This was the place that started everything for him. And now here he was, moving on to bigger and better things, making a life for himself that he never thought would be real. I know he feels the same, but I’m sure it’s even harder on him than it is on me. When he pulled away, he licked at his lips, swallowing thickly. “This isn’t goodbye.”

“What do you mean?” My throat was dry saying this, but he easily heard me.

“Physically, we may be apart. It may be over. But mentally and spiritually, we will be together. The memories you have will always be there. The friendships you have made will never end. It’s only goodbye if you want it to end. If you cherish what you got from this, it never will. It’ll be more like… see you later. We will always be here and you will never forget. It is permanently ingrained in you. That is what you hold on to you. You will never forget any of this, for as long as you live.”

I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down into another kiss. He body reacted immediately, pushing me further onto his bed, crawling on top of me quickly. Our lips never left each other. It was like we needed to be together in that moment to live, to breath. Stiles was the only thing that mattered right now. I needed him more than he probably knew.

His lips formed perfectly with mine, speeding up slowly with his increased want. His tongue ran over my bottom lip, pulling away to look at me before I could respond. Our eyes locked, Stiles instantly dipping back down to attach our lips in a hot, open-mouth kiss. The kiss was sloppier than before, the sound of our kisses filling the stagnant, crisp air around us. My body was warming up slowly, his hands sliding down to my waist. My fingers reached for his flannel shirt, fumbling with the buttons in the least graceful manner possible.

His tongue danced with mine between my cheeks, his tongue having slipped in before I could realize he did it. I didn’t mind though. I loved the way his tongue rubbed against mine, massaging every spot inside my mouth. He knew exactly where to hit, and he was enjoying it just as much as I was. His lips were soft, but fast against mine. His head was tilted just the slightest to the left so he could easily kiss me, our noses rubbing gently against each other.

He pulled away slowly, our lips still nearly upon each other. His fingers tugged at my shirt, pushing it up my body steadily. He swallowed slowly, letting out a slow breath. “I know this isn’t the best time for this. Everyone is emotional and we just stopped Monroe last night. But I can’t wait. I need you. Now. Please.”

“What are you waiting for then?” I mumbled, pushing him up and making him lean back on his knees. I sat up with him, tugging my shirt over my head. His eyes widened, fumbling with the remaining buttons on his flannel. His stumble resulting in him falling off his bed with a loud thump, only a groan meeting my ears from his position on the floor. “Sti?”

“I’m ok,” he groaned from the ground. I saw his flannel fly across the room followed by his undershirt before his head popped up over the side, smiling faintly. He jumped to his feet, his belt jingling as he undid it. I giggled as he hopped around his small room, crashing into his crime board in the corner, tripping over the suitcase in the middle of the floor. I just watched him struggle. His jeans final fell to his ankles, the poor FBI intern falling over in his attempt to remove them from his ankles. He glanced at me from the floor, kicking the material away. “Shut up.”

“You’re cute though,” I told him. Stiles groaned, crawling across the floor to the bed. He gripped my ankles. Tugging me off the bed to the floor, listening to my squeal. He let out a grunt when I landed on his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist to hold me upright. I stared at his face, my eyes running ever the moles scattered across his cheeks, giggling at him. I leaned forward, pecking his lips, feeling him smile in the short kiss. “See, cute.”

“I’m not cute. That is not a good compliment for us guys. I am handsome,” he retorted, unhooking my bra with one hand. The lacy blue material slid off my shoulders, Stiles tossing it over his head, letting it land in his suitcase. “But you, my dear, are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“No, I’m not,” I muttered to myself, Stiles picking up on my words. He frowned, his fingers running along my arms. “I’m not beautiful. Lydia is beautiful. Malia is beautiful. I am a potato.”

He chuckled at my comment, shaking his head. “You aren’t a potato. You are just as beautiful, if not more beautiful, than them. You have brains, you have beauty. You are caring. You are one of the only people that I know that would do anything for anyone. You’ve been broken, so much, but you’re stronger than you know. I don’t know what I would do without you, baby.”

I sniffled, swinging my arms around him. “I love you, Stiles.”

He smiled, his face burying in my bare shoulder, kissing it tenderly. His arms wrapped securely around my waist, our chests pressing against each other. “I love you too, Malissa.”

“You better,” I giggled, pulling away and kissing him sweetly. “Now, back to what we were doing.”

Stiles grinned widely, picking me up from the floor easily. That FBI training helped bulk him up man. He had muscle from lacrosse but have you see the muscles on this boy now? No? Good, they’re mine. He dropped me on the bed, listening to my laugh, his eyes traveling down my semi-naked body.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he grumbled, moving to attach his lips to my chest. I mewled lowly, adjusting how I was lying to watch him kiss my hardened peaks. His lips wrapped around them, slowly pulling away, tugging at them with his luscious lips. His tongue lapped at the buds, gently caressing them and pushing at them with the tip. He left countless marks to my skin, groaning whenever he pulled away for air.

His fingers fiddled with the button on my jeans, popping It with ease and undoing the zipper slowly. He detached from my chest, kissing down my body slowly, tugging tauntingly at my jeans. My hips wiggled side to side, Stiles removing the intrusive material from my body, dropping them to the floor long forgotten. He panties followed, Stiles tossing them in his suitcase as well.

“I’m keeping those,” he told me from below, spreading my legs open. I cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t question. My mind was fuzzy enough as it was, so maybe I didn’t comprehend what he was telling me. But now, I can’t even focus. His cool breath fanned over my core. His head moved forward, gentle kisses placed on my clit and folds. My noisy moans filled the room, Stiles humming at the noise.

He didn’t stay long. He ran his tongue along my folds a few times, playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves a couple times before moving back up to face me. “I know you like the foreplay, but right now, I just want you. We can save the kinky shit for later.”

I giggled, nodding my head at him. “Promise?”

“Absolutely, baby. I’ll even write you an I.O.U. if I have to,” he joked, kissing my lips. I laughed, shaking my head at him.

“I don’t need that. I know you are true to your word, Sti,” I told him, playing with the band on his boxer briefs. “By the way, I like these. You look good in them. Especially your round little booty,” I quipped, snapping the band.

“Oh, shut up,” he huffed in return. “You look good in anything. Especially that pair of blue and orange lingerie we bought together. I like that pair.”

“Because it’s the Mets?”

“No, you look great in it,” he stated. I blinked at him, causing him to roll his eyes. “And yes, because the Mets.”

“I thought you’d agree with me,” I said smugly. He chuckled, leaning his head on my chest. I grinned, trying to push the boxer briefs off his behind. “Now, get undressed and make love to me please?”

“Anything for you, babe,” he whispered, kicking the boxer briefs off the end of his bed. We adjusted ourselves to make sure we were comfortable, Stiles situating himself between my legs. He looked at me lovingly, a familiar sparkle in his eyes. The same sparkle I was whenever he made sweet love. The same sparkle that told me he cared.

He slid forward, his cock burying deep inside me. We moaned together, Stiles stilling the second the he was hilt deep. Our eyes locked, Stiles leaning forward to attach our lips in a soft kiss. His body pressed firmly against mine, though he was able to keep from pressing his full weight on me. Our fingers intertwined together, our conjoined hands resting around my head on the pillow, our lips never disconnecting.

He started slow, his hips rolling into him. Even the gentle motions drove me wild. He filled me to the brim, rubbing every sensitive nerve inside my pussy. Even his simple rocking motion allowed him to hit my sweet spot. Your hands clasp together tightly, his larger hand squeezing mine the more he rocked. Our lips moved slowly against one another, reveling in the feeling we got from them against each other. The spark from the connection coursed through my body, igniting the fire in my gut.

He speedup steadily, breaking the kiss to pant openly. Your eyes connected, Stiles never letting us break the stare down we had. My nails dug into the backs of his hands. Moaning his name under my breath. He groaned under his breath, only breaking the gaze to rest his head in the crevice of my neck, his hips bucking against me more.

“Stiles,” I whimpered into his ear, my back arching, pressing me into him. I fought back tears, sadness and pleasure combining in my bloodstream. He was sending my senses wild, his constant thrusts more than I can handle. He was pleasing me beyond belief, every pore in my body aching for him. But part of me felt sad, afraid this would be the last time for something like this. “I-I’m not ready for this to end.”

Stiles slowed his relentless thrusts, pulling away to look at me. “Babe,” he muttered under his breath. He released my hand, pulling me up into a sitting position. My knees were on either side of him. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep me steady. His hands found their way to my waist to keep him steady. “Listen to me. I am never leaving you. Not In a million years. Even if we are apart, I will always be here with you. In your head and in your heart. But I am never leaving you. I need you.”

“Stiles,” I mumbled. He smiled sweetly, leaning up to kiss me again. Our hips rolled together in perfect harmony, our moans lost in each other’s throats. Our bodies pressed against one another, his cock as deep inside of me as he could go.

I loved the feeling. Together, like this, we were one. We were together. And deep inside me, I knew I would never forget moments like this. I knew I would have him by my side forever. It didn’t matter what we went through in the past or what we would go through in the future. We would do it together. Stiles had come into my life when I needed him most, and he saved me from myself. The entire pack did.

And for that, I owe them my life.

I owe Stiles my life.

I wouldn’t be where I am today without him. I wouldn’t have the friendships I do. I don’t know where I would be if he didn’t come into my life.

Our lips separated, panting more than before. His thrusts grew fiercer, and the position we were in allowed him to hit new angles he never hit before. He sighed contently, bucking his hips up into me, listening to me moan. My nails raked across his back, head falling back in ecstasy. Stiles just smiled, kissing along my collarbone. I could feel him pulsing and twitching inside me, my walls clamping around him more and more.

He tried to keep his pace steady, but it was growing sloppier. I was a moaning mess, relishing in the immense pleasure he gave me. He always did. My walls spasmed sporadically around him, his cock tapping my cervix and g-spot simultaneously it seemed. His speed was fast, godly even, able to hit ever nerve I had. But the tighter I got, the closer I became, he was right there with me. His cock’s twitches became more frequent, and we knew we were coming to an end. Together.

He glanced up at me, breathlessly panting. “Kiss me,” he pleaded. I didn’t need to respond with words. Just action. My lips hit his, and that seemed to be the only thing we needed. The usual jolt of electricity coursed through our bodies, passing through us through every possible physical connection we had. And that caused us to cum. My juices splattered against my walls, coating him completely. My body shook against his, back arching so my chest pressed to his more. My toes curled awkward into his sheets. My nails dug into his shoulders. His fingers pressed more into my hips, his cock sputtering as it spilled his seed deep inside me, streams of white liquid leaking from his swollen tip, mixing with my own juices. His thrusts eased, our lips forever attached as e rode out our highs.

He pulled from the kiss as he stopped moving, carefully lifting my shaking body from his. He sat me on his bed, rolling off it onto the floor. He groaned loudly, ignoring my giggle as his cute behind rushed to his closest. He tossed me his old lacrosse jersey before digging out some sweatpants for himself. He found his boxer briefs at the end of the bed, sliding them and the gray sweats on. He watched me slowly pull his jersey over my head. He dug through his drawers, pulling out a spare pair of panties he had.

“I’m still keeping the others,” he stated calmly, handing me the fresh pair as he sat next to me. I rolled my eyes at him, taking the panties, tugging them up my legs carefully. He rested his back on the pillows, allowing me to curl into his chest. “But you can keep that jersey. You look good in it.”

“You’re a dork,” I told him, kissing his chest, playing with the hairs on it.

“I know. But I’m your dork.”

“I don’t want you to go back to Virginia. I’m going to be lonely without you,” I quietly muttered. Stiles heard me though. He always did.

“Well, why don’t you come with me?” he proposed. I glanced up at him, seeing the serious look on his features. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere. I do mean it. So, come with me.”

“But, my family-“

“Will understand. You got offered a full-ride at George Washington for your mathematics and accounting. Take it. We can move in together, be together. It’ll be the start of a brilliant future,” he told me.

“You make it sound like we will be together forever,” I quipped.

“What’s wrong with that?” he asked calmly. I backed off him, giving him a questioning look. He sighed, leaning over to open his bedside table. “I was going to wait, get you a promise ring and everything. But, why not just go straight for it.” He pulled out a small black box, handing it to me. “I told you. I was serious about what I said.”

Inside was the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen. My mouth fell open, looking between him and the ring in the box. “Stiles, I… I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”

“You can say yes,” he sarcastically said. I rolled my eyes, handing him the box, nodding at him. He grinned, taking his time pulling it from the confines of the velvet holder and sliding it on my finger. “It was my mother’s. But before she dies, she said to give it to the girl I want to spend every day with. And that’s you. As much as you aren’t ready to let us go, you aren’t ready to say goodbye, I feel the same for you. You’ve changed my life for the better, babe. And for that, thank you. You mean everything to me.”

“Stiles,” I started, pulling him into a hug. “I love you. Thank you. This… this means everything to me. And yes, I will move to Virginia with you.”

He smiled, kissing my temple. “I’m glad. Remember, this isn’t goodbye. For anyone. These memories, these friendships and these feelings will last forever.”

“I know they will. You guys really have changed me for the better. And I don’t regret meeting you. I regret nothing. I will cherish everything, from this day on. This is the closing of one chapter and the start of another.”

“Exactly. Now, let’s get some sleep. I can pack in the morning,” he said, pulling me back against his chest. He tugged the blankets over us, running his fingers through my hair.

“I love you, Stiles. I always will. I can’t express what you mean to me. So just… Thank you.”

He smiled, listening to my breathing soften, being lulled to sleep by his steady heartbeat. With one final kiss to my forehead, he closed his eyes.

“The closing of one chapter. Well, we’ll all miss you dearly,” he muttered, looking down at me one last time. He nuzzled his face in my hair, taking a deep breath. “And Remember, I love you.”

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Tonight Belongs To Me

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @streetlightthisdarknight . “please a do part three for sing a song for california plEASE PLEASEEE// iloveyousomuch bye.”

A/N: OK FINE HERE YA GO lol

And for any readers that aren’t caught up, here’s part 1 (x) and part 2 (x).

The plane ride was five hours long. You didn’t care. You were going to see your boyfriend, Gerard, for the first time since October, and that was all that mattered.

You’d spent the last hour or so of your flight listening to I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love. You remembered two years ago, when Gerard had excitedly handed you one of the first copies of the CD ever made. Back then, he was just so happy to have made an album, at all. You nostalgically recalled the laughably janky studio he and the band had recorded it in. It was in the basement of their friend’s house, who still lived with his mom. You chuckled to yourself as you remembered the older woman, in a thick Jersey accent, shouting down the stairs that “yous guys” were going to have to pause the recording, because she had to run the vacuum.

Now, Gerard was in a real, professional studio in L.A., recording his sophomore album with a major label that had signed incredible bands in the past, like Green Day. He’d come such a long way. You were so proud of him.

“Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking,” said the pilot’s voice over the flight’s intercom. “We will be landing shortly in Los Angeles. Please keep your seatbelts securely fastened as we make our descent. Thank you for flying with American Airlines.”

You looked out your window, eager to catch your first glimpse of the West Coast. You smiled with anticipation as you thought of Gerard, waiting for you in the airport below.

The plane landed smoothly, and you fidgeted impatiently as you waited for the passengers in the seats in front of you to disembark. Finally, you grabbed your suitcase out of the overhead compartment, and started for the door.

As you exited the plane, you looked around the terminal for Gerard. You used to be able to meet people right here, you recalled. Then, you remembered that since September 11th happened three years ago, security had gotten tighter, and now you couldn’t enter this part of the airport without a boarding pass. You still weren’t used to these little ways in which the world had changed.

You saw a sign with an arrow directing you towards the baggage claim. He’s probably waiting for me over there, you realized, and began walking in that direction. You stopped to eye the palm trees out the window as you walked down the stairs. So, this was California. By summer, it would be your new home. You smiled as you imagined waking up in a new apartment with Gerard, hearing the Pacific waves crashing just outside your bedroom window.

It’s really going to happen, you thought happily, thinking of the apartment listing links Gerard had emailed you the week before.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw a familiar head of jet-black hair standing just beside Baggage Claim A.

“GEE!” you cried, dropping your suitcase on the ground, and breaking into a run.

“Y/N!” Gerard gasped, and caught your racing body in his warm arms. He pulled you close and greeted you with a searing, passionate kiss, filled with all the unfulfilled desires of the autumn you’d spent apart. You held him tight, refusing to release his eager mouth as you wound your fingers into his hair and ran your hands over his familiar body.

You pulled away, embarrassed, when a stranger cleared their throat awkwardly, trying to get past you to pick up their luggage.

“It’s good to see you, Gerard,” you muttered pinkly, burying your face into his shirt and breathing in the scent you’d missed oh so much, of coffee and smoke and ink and man.

“I missed you so much, baby,” Gerard replied, hugging you tightly, as if he would never let you go, ever again.

“I missed you, too,” you told him, drinking in the sight of his face after so long, like he was water and you had just spent forty nights in the desert. “Thank you so much for getting me that plane ticket, baby.”

“Thank Brian,” Gerard smiled softly. “That’s my manager. I’m so happy he talked Reprise into paying for it.”

“You’ll have to introduce me to Brian later,” you nodded. “I want to see the guys, too. I’ve missed them. How are they?”

“They’re great,” Gerard grinned. “Frank and Ray are so proud of the guitar riffs they’ve composed together for this album, and Mikey can’t wait to go on tour.”

“I bet you’re going to sell a million records,” you smiled.

“You haven’t even heard the album yet,” Gerard laughed.

“Yeah, but I just know it’s going to be amazing, because it’s you,” you said, squeezing your boyfriend affectionately.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Gerard blushed. “I want to take you by the studio later, to show you what we’ve been working on. But, first – you must be jetlagged. How about a coffee? My treat.”

“That would be great,” you nodded, and followed Gerard to the Starbucks at the end of the concourse. You sipped your latte happily as Gerard chivalrously helped you carry your bags to the car.

“You ready to do some sight-seeing?” Gerard suggested as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “I’ve discovered so many cool places here in L.A. that I just have to show you.”

“Can we drive by the Hollywood sign?” you asked. Perhaps it was cliché, but you wanted to see what it looked like in person.

“Sure thing,” Gerard agreed, and began to drive. “I have to keep my eyes on the road, so could you do me a favor?”

“Sure, what is it, Gee?” you wondered.

“There’s a CD in the glove box,” Gerard explained. “Take it out, and put it in the CD player, please.”

You bent down, opening the glove box curiously. You found an unadorned CD in a clear case. The cover had a title scrawled on it in Sharpie: I’m Not Okay (I Promise).

“It’s going to be the first single off the new album,” Gerard clarified. “I wanted you to hear it before anybody else, because, um, it’s kind of about you.”

“It is?” you blinked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Gerard nodded. “I wrote the lyrics a long-ass time ago. Like, when we were teenagers, if you can believe it! But, I didn’t use them on Bullets. I don’t know. I just didn’t have a melody that went with them until now.”

“What are the lyrics about?” you questioned.

“Ok, this is kind of embarrassing, but do you remember in our sophomore year, when we were friends, but we weren’t going out yet?” Gerard recalled.

“I was dating that total tool,” you remembered with a grimace. You’d been dating Gerard for so long that you’d almost forgotten you’d been with anyone else.

“Yeah, and I heard at school that you’d done some kind of nude photoshoot for him,” Gerard frowned.

“Which I did not actually do, by the way,” you reminded him, turning red. “Jodie Falconeri started that rumor because she hated me.”

“Yeah, I know that now,” Gerard chuckled. “It was years ago, but, at the time, I was so pissed off and jealous, because I really wanted to be with you.”

“Well, you got me in the end,” you smiled, leaning over to kiss Gerard’s cheek.

“I sure did,” Gerard grinned, kissing you on the mouth.

“Watch the road,” you reminded, pulling away before the kiss could get too heated, like it had at the airport.

“Okay,” Gerard said with a fake pout. “Now, for real, pop the CD in. I’d really like you to hear it. I’m kinda nervous, but, umm…..just please give me your honest opinion about it, ok?”

“Ok,” you said happily, sticking the CD in the slot and pressing play. The guitar riffs wailed over Gerard’s speakers, and your attention was immediately caught by how much more polished and professional the audio sounded when compared to Bullets. That was the power of a professional recording studio, you realized. Gerard sounded like a real rock star now.

You listened intently as Gerard’s familiar voice kicked in with the first verse:

Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.

I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.

For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,

Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?

“I do remember that,” you laughed softly. “You wanted me to go to that Smashing Pumpkins concert with you and Mikey, but my mom wanted me to stay home and study. I thought I was so smart, sneaking out the window. But, then I busted my ass, and you wound up having to drive me to the ER…..”

“We were crazy kids,” Gerard said nostalgically. “But, that was the year I fell in love with you.”

“And we’ve been together ever since,” you said fondly. You went quiet as you listened to the chorus:

I'm not okay

You wear me out

“I’m sorry I made you so sad back then,” you apologized.

“It’s alright,” Gerard shrugged. “It was such a long time ago. And now I’ve got this kickass song out of it.”

“It really is a kickass song, Gerard,” you complimented. “I love it. And I think your fans are going to love it, too.”

“Thanks,” Gerard said gratefully as he parked in the Hollywood hills beside the famous sign. It looked just like in the movies.

“Honestly, I’ve been getting kind of stressed out, thinking about the album, and what people are going to think of it,” Gerard confessed, laying his head on your shoulder. “A lot’s been going on with the band. Like, we’re thinking we’re going to have to replace Otter.”

“You mean Matt?” you guessed. Matt ‘Otter’ Pelissier had been My Chemical Romance’s drummer since the band’s inception. He was a great guy, but, to be frank, he wasn’t the best drummer in the world. “Who are you going to replace him with?”

“You remember Bob Bryar?” Gerard asked as you patted his head comfortingly, running your fingers through his long hair.

“Yeah, he was on the crew for your last tour, right?” you remembered, snuggling closer to your boyfriend.

“Yeah, I think he’s going to be our new drummer now,” Gerard shrugged. He picked his head up, and kissed you again under the bright California sun. God, it felt so good to be beside him again.

“I feel so much calmer about everything, just by having you here with me,” Gerard confessed when he pulled away. “You always make me feel so much better just by being you, Y/N.”

“I can’t wait til I can be with you every day,” you said, gazing into his eyes lovingly. “I can’t wait until I live here full-time.”

“When you fly back to Jersey at the end of the week, I’m gonna cry,” Gerard pouted.

“Me, too, baby,” you groaned. “But, let’s enjoy this time together while we have it.”

Remembering something, you grabbed your suitcase from the backseat and pulled a small Ziploc bag, sandwiched between two ice packs, out of the smallest pocket.

“I brought you some good old, New Jersey-style Taylor ham,” you grinned.

“Oh my gosh,” Gerard said happily, opening the bag and eating a piece immediately. He sighed with happiness, savoring the salty meat on his tongue. “It’s impossible to get good Taylor ham out here.”

“I figured you’d been missing it,” you smiled. The joy on your homesick Jersey boy’s face was so cute.

“Not as much as I missed you,” Gerard replied. “Now, before we check in with the rest of the band, I wanna show you where I’ve been staying while I’ve been recording these past few months.”

“You looking to give me a scenic tour of your apartment?” you teased.

“Mostly the bedroom,” Gerard confessed with a wink.

“Sounds good to me,” you smirked. “We’ve got a lot of nights apart to make up for, mister.”

“I’ll let Brian know I might not make it back to the studio before tomorrow morning,” Gerard said with a lascivious look, and turned the car back towards the city below.

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A concet: danger days Gerard. Secret fling with reader. Trying to hook up in the bunks on the bus and inevitably almost getting caught every time.

Three Times You and Gerard Almost Got Caught (And One Time You Didn’t)

Pairing: Gerard Way x Gender Neutral ReaderRating: TeenRequested By: AnonWord Count: ~2,500Author’s Note: So I wrote this in a format that I hadn’t used before. It seems like you used to see these more often, but not so much anymore. Either way, I hope you enjoy. Also it gets steamy, but I wouldn’t call it smutty.

You were standing just to the side of the stage, in front of the barrierwatching My Chemical Romance perform. As tour manager, you had your pick ofwhere to watch most of the show, but this had become your favorite spot. Theguys were all incredible performers, but over the weeks of rehearsals, and thefirst few shows of the tour, your attention always landed squarely on the firehaired singer.

Asall the tour plans were in the works, you and Gerard worked together closely.You also got along quite well, and you felt like you’d be crazy to deny thechemistry between you.

Nowas you watched the show, you felt like he was making even more eye contact withyou than usual. You gave him a smirk before realizing the show was almost overand you had to get back to work. You hurried backstage as they finished theset. Usually they’d each grab a quick shower after they came off stage beforeheading to the buses. If there were fans waiting dutifully for them to comeout, they would stop and sign autographs.

Youwaited around for each of them to come out of the dressing rooms. First Mikey,then Frank. A while later Ray, who always took the longest with his hair as itis.

“HeyRay, Gerard ok in there?” You asked, not wanting to barge into thedressing room if he was changing. Well, you wouldn’t mind seeing that, but youhad to act professional.

“Yea,actually he said if you were out here to send you in,” Ray replied as heheaded out.

Youfurrowed your brow in confusion as you knocked and opened the door. “Hey,Gee, you ready to go?”

Youfound him at the mirror drying his hair with a towel. He smiled as he turned toface you. “I just wanted to talk to you alone for a bit, if you don’tmind?” He asked tentatively.

“Ohyea, I don’t mind. It’s nice to have some quiet for a change,” you said asyou made your way over and leaning against the vanity. “So, what’s on yourmind?”

“Haveyou been enjoying the tour so far? Like everything going well?”

“Yea,the tour is going well, and you guys are killing it. You especially know whatyou’re doing up there to get the crowd going,” you replied, biting yourlip and looking up at him.

“Justthe crowd?” He asked with a cocky smile as he shrunk the distance betweenthe two of you.

“Maybenot,” you answered. You reached out your right hand and ran a finger uphis hand, along his arm and up to his shoulder and your other hand draped overhis other shoulder. He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you againsthim.

“(YN),I’m gonna kiss you, ok?”

Younodded, looking up into his hazel eyes as he leaned down, lips meeting yours.You ran your hands through his hair as he backed you against the wall. That’swhen you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss. Tongues dancing together, agasp escaped your lips as his lips moved to your neck and he started to leave amark. You found your hips grinding against his involuntarily.

“Gerard,are you still in there? Have you seen (YN)?” You heard the head roadiecalling from the other side of the door.

“Shit,”you muttered as you pulled back.

“Yea,umm,” Gerard looked down at you nervously, unsure how to respond on yourbehalf before shrugging. “(YN)’s here, just discussing the show.”

“Ok,I guess they’re ready to go,” he shouted back from the other side of thedoor.

“Iguess we should go then,” you said.

Gerardleaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Should we continuethis soon?”

Younodded and smiled. “Definitely.”

Youwere sitting in the back of the tour bus that had become your makeshift officewhere the guys knew not to disturb you when you were working, with paperworkspread out in front of you on the table and your headphones in to drown out theconversations at the opposite end of the bus. You had to get everything donebefore you arrived at the next city. After a while you felt like you were beingwatched. You looked up to see Gerard leaning against the wall.

“Hey,”he said after you pulled out your headphones.

“How’sit going?” You asked with a smile. It had been a couple days since the dressingroom, and you hadn’t gotten a private moment with Gerard the entire time. Itwas getting to the point where the only thing keeping you from jumping him infront of everyone was your job and maintaining some semblance ofprofessionalism.

Heshrugged before pulling the curtain that acted as a door closed behind him and sittingdown next to you. “Busy?”

“I’mpretty much done with these forms, but we got a few more hours before we getinto town so they can wait if you have something else that needs attending to,”you said with a quirk of your eyebrow.

Hesmirked before he leaned in and cupped your cheek, his lips meeting yourseagerly. You grinned into the kiss as you turned your body toward his on theshort section of bench you were sitting on. You ran your hands through his redlocks, as his other hand wrapped around you to settle on the small of yourback, pulling you closer to him. You took the hint and threw one leg over hisand settled onto his lap.

Youopened your mouth, inviting his tongue to move against yours, as his hand movedfrom your cheek to your back, his other hand venturing lower to your butt. Yousighed contentedly as you reached down and started to run your hands under hisshirt against his taut abdomen.

You felta rush of nerves and excitement you hadn’t felt in ages, like you were ateenager again, doing something just on the edge of what you shouldn’t bedoing. You never wanted it to end.

“Hangon, just pause it, I gotta pee,” you heard Mikey say, footsteps coming closerto your end of the bus. The end of the bus with the bathroom.

Youand Gerard pulled back and shared a look before you jumped off him and back tothe far end of the bench, turning your attention back to the papers on thetable, long forgotten. Gerard ran a hand through his hair as his brother walkedinto the small space, looking between both of you, suspicion in his eyes.

“HeyMikey,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t notice you blushing.

“Heyguys,” he responded before shutting the door to the bathroom behind him.

“Thatwas close,” you said under your breath.

“You’reworth the risk,” Gerard said with a smirk as he got up, and placed a quick kisson your lips, before slipping behind the curtain.

Lifewas not getting any easier the longer you waited for a private moment withGerard that lasted longer than five minutes. That was the problem with tourlife, everyone was constantly in close quarters, privacy was at an absoluteminimum. That didn’t stop Gerard from stealing kisses from you whenever he couldor whispering things in your ear when you were trying to work because he likedto watch you blush. You were already known for giving hugs to everyone, so itwas a good excuse to linger in Gerard’s arms. The thrill of the secrecy wasexhilarating, but you also wished you could just tell everyone so you wouldn’thave to sneak around.

Youwere off stage feeling especially mopey while the guys finished their soundcheck. Gerard had glanced at you a few times. When they finished, he made hisway over to you.

“Youok, Sugar?”

“Eh,I just wish we didn’t have to sneak around so much.”

“Welllet’s tell them then,” Gerard started.

“No,what I’d I get fired or something? Like if someone complains about me hookingup with you, then it would be even worse.”

Gerardnodded. “You’re right. After the tour is over though, you won’t be able to getrid of me,” he said with a goofy smile.

“Good,I wouldn’t want to.”

Thatnight after the show, you were in your bunk staring at the ceiling. There hadbeen a busy string of shows in a row and everyone was exhausted, but you hadother things on your mind.

Youquietly slid back the curtain on your bunk before sliding it back behind you.You glanced up at the front of the bus, seeing Frank silhouetted against the TVscreen, snores of the sleeping bandmates filling the narrow corridor. Youtapped gently on the edge of Gerard’s bunk and he pulled back the curtainenough to see you standing there. He smiled and pulled the curtain back enoughfor you to crawl into the small space next to him.

“Can’tsleep?” he whispered. You shook your head before glancing at his lips. Youleaned in and pressed your lips against his. He pulled you closer to him as youkissed and you realized in that moment just how little clothing you had been wearingwhen you went to bed, only a tank top and shorts, as your legs tangled with hissearching for any sort of friction.

Youlet your lips trail down to Gerard’s neck, and started to kiss until you gotthe reaction you were looking for as a soft moan escaped his lips. You smiled mischievously,relishing the sound, as you continued to work your lips against the spot,returning the favor of the mark he had left on your neck the first time youhooked up. Only one person had spotted and commented on it before you got achance to properly cover it and that had been Ray.

Afew more soft gasps and moans escaped Gerard’s lips before you were satisfiedwith your work. Gerard looked down at you and gave you a smirk and his handsbegan to pull at the hem of your shirt, but before he could say anything therewas a knock on the edge of his bunk.

“HeyGee, might wanna keep it down in there, you wouldn’t want (YN) to hear you inthere by yourself?” Frank giggled before you could here him climbing into hisbunk.

Yourlook of terror at being caught turned into amusement of what Frank thoughtGerard was doing in the bunk alone. You bit your lip to keep from laughing outloud.

“Fuckoff, Frank,” Gerard grumbled, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

Thena thought dawned on you. “He knows you like me?”

Gerardsmiled and nodded before capturing your lips against his. You smiled backbefore slipping out of his bunk and back to your own as silently as possible.

“Alrightgentlemen, here are your room keys, you are free to do whatever you wanttonight so long as you are back here by 11 AM tomorrow, understood?”

Frankstood up and saluted you, before grabbing a key card from you and hurrying offthe bus. Everyone else followed suit and made their way off the bus and totheir accommodations for the night. It was the first time so far on the tourthat there was an overnight stay, and everyone was excited for their ownpersonal space.

Whenyou gathered your things and headed inside, the guys were signing autographsfor a handful of gathered fans. Gerard spotted you and stepped away from thefans for a moment.

“Hey,(YN), what room are you in?”

“319,”you said quietly so the fans wouldn’t hear it and come harass you. “Don’t youever forget it,” you said with a wink.

Gerardlooked at you stunned for a second, before a grin spread across his face as heturned back to the fans.

Itwasn’t too much later that you were up in your room, unpacking your things forthe night. You had just flopped back onto your bed and let out a sigh whenthere was a knock at your door. You grinned to yourself, suspecting who itwould be. You hopped up and rushed to the door, checking the peephole beforeopening the door.

“Youdidn’t forget,” you said with a cocky grin as you let Gerard in, and lockingthe door.

“Idon’t think I could,” he replied as he reached out and grabbed your waist,pulling you to him. You grinned and wrapped your arms around his neck, and heleaned in and kissed you. The spark that had been between you since the day youmet, that had been building for weeks, was now a fire that was raging betweenyou. You took a few steps backward until the backs of your knees were hittingthe bed. You tumbled back and he followed you, laughing at the less thangraceful movements.

Yourolled him over, reconnecting your lips as you ground your hips against his. Amoan escaped his lips as you kissed down his jaw. You sat up and started topull at the hem of Gerard’s t-shirt and he took the hint, sitting up to allowyou to pull it off. You ran your hands over his body, taking him in. “You’re gorgeous,”you murmured. He grinned and leaned in kissing you again.

“Youlike being in control, hmm?” he murmured after a few minutes of tongues dancingtogether and you leaving a few more fresh marks on his neck.

“Forthe most part,” you replied.

“You’realways doing things for me, let me take care of you, beautiful” he said,rolling you off him. You grinned as you scooted up the bed. He started kissingyour neck, before reaching for the hem of your shirt. He pulled it off, tossingit aside and looking down at you in awe. “Beautiful,” he murmured again lookingin your eyes, before dipping down to trail kisses further down your body.

Soonthe last layers of clothes were shed from both of you, compliments and terms ofendearment spilling from both of your lips. Moans and gasps filled the room asthe soundtrack to kisses on the neck and hips crashing together until you wereboth finally laying still, Gerard’s arms wrapped around you, holding you closeas you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Thatwas worth the wait,” you said breathlessly.

“Afterthe tour is over, are you still gonna want me?” Gerard asked almost shyly.

“Evenmore so now,” you grinned before kissing him as he squeezed you tight.

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