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geekedoutbunny · 1 year

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BLEACH / TYBW

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SOUL REAPERS

ICHIGO

HITSUGAYA

BYAKUYA

SOIFON

KAIEN

RENJI

RUKIA

MOMO

KENPACHI

MAYURI

Mayuri x Reader Oneshot Fluff - Firey Romance

Husband! Mayuri x Spouse! Reader Imagine - A shocking revelation

Aizen\ Mayuri\ Nodt\ Szayel Headcanon - Fun sized Love

Aizen\ Szayel\ Mayuri Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime.

UKITAKE

KYORAKU

IKKAKU

YUMICHIKA

ESPADAS/ARRANCARS/TRAITORS

AIZEN

Aizen x Reader Fluff Headcanon Love At Last

Aizen x Reader head canon fluff - What Could've Been

Aizen x Reader Oneshot Fluff - Love in Munken

Aizen x Fem Reader Imagine - Intertwined Love

Captian! Aizen x Lieutenant! Reader Headcanon - Truths be told, I love you

Captain! Aizen x Lieutenant! Reader Headcanon -Truth be Told (Sagittarius edition)

Aizen x Reader Headcanon -In a World Where You're Mine.

Aizen\ Mayuri\ Nodt\ Szayel Headcanon - Fun sized Love

Aizen\ Szayel\ Mayuri Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime.

GIN

Nodt\Gin\Adult!Uryu Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime Pt2.

TOZEN

HALIBEL

ULQUIORRA

Nnoitora\ Ulquiorra\ Grimmjow\ Nödt Headcanon - Shy Love

GRIMMJOW

Grimmjow x Reader Boyfriend Headcanon SFW

Nnoitora\ Ulquiorra\ Grimmjow\ Nödt Headcanon - Shy Love

STARRK

SZAYEL

Aizen\ Mayuri\ Nodt\ Szayel Headcanon - Fun sized Love

Aizen\ Szayel\ Mayuri Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime.

NNOITRA

Nnoitora\ Ulquiorra\ Grimmjow\ Nödt Headcanon - Shy Love

NEL

CIRUCCI

DORDONI

GANTENBAINNE

QUINCIES

URYU

Adult! Uyru x Reader headcanon - The littlest things

Adult! Uyru x Reader Headcanon - Orihime the Matchmaker.

Uryu x Reader Headcanon - I'm in love with my bestfriend

Nodt\Gin\Adult!Uryu Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime Pt2.

YHWACH

BAZZ - B

JUGRAM

NODT

Aizen\ Mayuri\ Nodt\ Szayel Headcanon - Fun sized Love

Nnoitora\ Ulquiorra\ Grimmjow\ Nödt Headcanon - Shy Love

Nodt\Gin\Adult!Uryu Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime Pt2.

ASKIN

Game night with Gerard and Askin headcanon Fluff

Gerard and Askin Oneshot Fluff - Flower crown love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot fluff - Wake Up Please

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Yandere Headcanons

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin - Stargazing

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot - Flowery Romance

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcaonons - May Death Do Us Part

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - Pet Mania

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanon - Alien Encounter

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - The Witches Den

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin imagine - Can You Survive the Night?

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge Headcanon - You're Worthy of Love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge headcanon - My Vampiric Lover

Gerard\ Askin\ Orihime\ Quilge Headcanon - Crazed Love

Quilge\ Askin\ Cang Oneshot My Heart Only Belongs to You, Jealous Boy

Gerard\Orihime\Askin\Quilge Headcanon - Jealousy Isn't Nice on You.

GREMMY

RYUKEN

GERARD

Game night with Gerard and Askin headcanon Fluf

Gerard and Askin Oneshot Fluff - Flower crown love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot fluff - Wake Up Please

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Yandere Headcanons

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin - Stargazing

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot - Flowery Romance

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcaonons - May Death Do Us Part

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - Pet Mania

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanon - Alien Encounter

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - The Witches Den

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin imagine - Can You Survive the Night?

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge Headcanon - You're Worthy of Love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge headcanon - My Vampiric Lover

Gerard\ Askin\ Orihime\ Quilge Headcanon - Crazed Love

Gerard\Orihime\Askin\Quilge Headcanon - Jealousy Isn't Nice on You.

Quilge

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge Headcanon - You're Worthy of Love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge headcanon - My Vampiric Lover

Gerard\ Askin\ Orihime\ Quilge Headcanon - Crazed Love

Quilge\ Askin\ Cang Oneshot My Heart Only Belongs to You, Jealous Boy

Gerard\Orihime\Askin\Quilge Headcanon - Jealousy Isn't Nice on You.

CANG DU

Quilge\ Askin\ Cang Oneshot My Heart Only Belongs to You, Jealous Boy

VIZARDS

SHINJI

ROJURO

HIYORI

MASHIRO

KENSEI

HUMANS / SPIRITS

ORIHIME

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot fluff - Wake Up Please

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Yandere Headcanons

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin - Stargazing

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot - Flowery Romance

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcaonons - May Death Do Us Part

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - Pet Mania

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanon - Alien Encounter

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - The Witches Den

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin imagine - Can You Survive the Night?

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge Headcanon - You're Worthy of Love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge headcanon - My Vampiric Lover

Gerard\ Askin\ Orihime\ Quilge Headcanon - Crazed Love

Gerard\Orihime\Askin\Quilge Headcanon - Jealousy Isn't Nice on You.

CHAD

TSUBAKI

URAHARA

YORUICHI

TESSAI

GINJO

YUKIO

GANJU

KUKAKU

ISSHIN

MASAKI

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heaveaux · 2 years

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PLEASEE ANYTHING WITH CHEERLEAD GERARD X MALE READER IM BEGGIN

OMFG I JUST WROTE MOST OF IT AND IT DELETED ITSELF IM ABT TO CRY-

I cannot remember any of what I just wrote sorry this is gonna be complete shit. This is gonna be really short so just what happens on stage and after. :((((

(Current)Cheerleader Gerard x male cheerleader reader

pronouns- he/him

summary- Gerard and y/n wear cheerleader outfits to a show and y/n gets really confident

warnings- sexy but no sex, almost a bj

1st pov-

Me and Gerard had matching cheerleader outfits (you pick what colour you want yours to be) for this show and I was excited, it hugged my (any sized) body perfectly, I looked so hot. I also got some cheerleader Pom poms to sign and throw into the crowd.

I ‘dropped it down low’ (I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ITS CALLED I SEARCHED IT UP BUT IT SOUNDS WEIRD) for the crowd, my (not bare) ass facing to them as I walked onto the stage. I threw all the Pom poms one at a time after and more people got out their phones. Maybe next time I should wear fishnets if this is the kind of reaction I was gonna get.

Vampire money-

‘well are ya ready Ray’

‘yeahhh’

‘how bout you frank’

‘Aahhjskksmsmwkw’

‘how bout you Mikey’

‘I’m fuckin readyyy~’

‘Are you ready baby~’

‘I’m. So. Fuckin. (Insert fuckin sexy moan into Gerard’s mic)’

I quickly gave Gerard a passionate kiss.

‘I-I-I-‘

‘He thinks he alright!’

‘thanks’ he whispered to me and kissed my cheek.

Skip to Gerard storytime-

‘I got me and y/n these outfits, do you like them?’

The crowd shouted yes’s at us and things like you guys are so hot. I laughed at the response.

‘Thank you guys. Unfortunately I don’t think we’ll ever be able to wear these outfits again but it’s definitely been an exciting experience’ I slapped Gerard’s ass and put my arm around his shoulders. ‘This is the best thing I’ve ever seen, just look at him!’ He pointed his arms at me (yk like a < sign so like i< i So the < is arms the /\ are legs and the i is /\ /\ the body and head) I started to give Gerard two ponytails and moaned into the mic, it was boring not playing so I had to find something to do. ‘I’m not sure why he keeps doing that, I have to admit it’s pretty hot, maybe I’ll get him to dress up as an alien or something next time’ he laughed and looked down to shake his head and let the crowd admire his ponytails. ‘they're cute thanks y/n’ I bowed and started to dance for the crowd (sexy or not, just a dance lol).

skip to the end of the show-

We went to the hotel into Frank’s room and I went onto my phone to look at Twitter to see if any clips had been uploaded and there were a few.

‘Hey Gerard I like your hair’ Ray laughed and sat next to us ‘Maybe y/n can do my hair next’

‘You’ll have to pay me’

‘Why didn’t Gerard have to pay?’

‘Oh he will’ I winked at Gerard.

(SORRY FOR ALL THE SKIPS BUT SKIP TO THEM GOING TO THEIR OWN ROOMS)-

‘So, um, how did you want me to pay?’

I sat on the bed, spread my legs and pointed at the ground in front of me…..

HAHA NO SMUT TODAYYY ALSO TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!!!! Everyone who reads this, you can send requests too :DDD

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hellofanimagination · 5 years

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Hesitant Alien (Part 3)

Prompt: Requested by Anonymous “ would u maybe consider another of the hesitant alien thing?? it's such a good story! (if ur stuck maybe... gee thinks kissing/couple stuff is normal and the readers like no.. no coz u probs don't like me romantically and gees all but I do and ya maybe??)💋”

Word Count: 1,874

Pairing: Alien!Gerard x Reader

A/N: Part 1 and 2

Gerard races to the ship, shouting excitedly about something finally working. You can’t help the disappointment that settles in your gut as Gerard pulls away and leaves you for the ship but you also can’t blame them, and the disappointment soon turns to curiosity. The ship is beeping and Gerard climbs inside while you wait outside nervously. You hear a voice and stick your head in, a screen is lit up on the console and Gerard is talking a mile a minute to a curly haired alien on the screen.

“Oh, Ray, this planet is amazing!” Gerard grins and you smile at them. “Oh!” They yank you into the ship, landing on their lap and you feel your entire body heat up and blush pink. Ray is glancing at you with a soft look and you smile in return. “This is, Y/N! She’s my friend.”

“Hello, Y/N, you seem to have made quite an impression on Gerard.” Ray has a calm voice, a stark contrast to Gerard’s excitedly rambling.

Everything moves so quickly after that, Ray explains that there was never anything wrong with Gerard’s ship but rather their planet was invaded shortly after his launch and they had destroyed communication and everything about the launch in order to protect Gerard. The ship crashed because Earth’s atmosphere was stronger than they had anticipated and the ship was not prepared to handle it. The planet is safe now, invasion had turned into communication and then a treaty, no one was harmed, and they had been fixing the communications system all this time.

Gerard is beyond relieved, of course, they can go home and see their family and friends. A stone sits in your stomach but you work around it, ignore it, push it aside and focus on how excited your friend is. Ray is a genius and says he can walk Gerard through how to fix the ship and recalibrate the system to withstand the atmosphere within a few days. A few days.

A few days and your sweet alien will be gone.

You smile despite yourself and Gerard grins back at you, hazel eyes practically glowing with joy. They start immediately, drawing up plans and talking a mile a minute at Ray, who looks at Gerard with familial affection. You have to leave, unable to watch any longer for fear of crying in front of them. Inside the house feels empty despite it being very lived in, despite Gerard’s hoodies all over the floor and leftovers left out on the counter and dishes on the coffee table and you ache deep in your chest. You love them, you really do, and now you’re going to lose them.

The second day Gerard is up and out of bed before you; you wake up alone, reaching out for a body long gone. Your chest feels empty as you make your way into the main area of the house and glance out the backdoor to find Gerard underneath the ship and speaking so fast in a language you can’t understand. They had told you awhile back that their ship has the ability to translate any language so everyone can always be understood and that they haven’t been speaking English at all, the fact that you can’t understand what they must be shouting to Ray now is worrying, why would they turn the translator off?

You watch them for a moment but you don’t want them to see you in this mood, you don’t want them to think you’re upset with them or anything. You head into the kitchen and see that Gerard had made oatmeal, dirty bowl and spoon in the sink, so you forgo making breakfast for the two of you like usual and just pour a bowl of Frosted Flakes and head back to your room to get ready for work.

You’re on your way out the door when Gerard stops you, hand on your waist, and you meet their eyes, smiling nervously. Gerard kisses your cheek, too quick for you to respond, and your face heats up.

“Have a good day at work!” They say, wide smile on their face and you laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Forgetting, for a moment, that this is the end.

Gerard leaves then, heading back to their ship and you shake your head, smiling and feeling slightly better as you head to work.

It goes like this for days, Gerard spends hours and hours working, rarely has time for you, rarely has time to eat and sleep. They just work and you just mope and it feels like an ending that won’t end. It’s early morning on your day off and you were sitting on the couch pretending to read but not having any luck focusing. A loud noise suddenly fills the air, similar to a car starting up but louder and more mechanical. You’re up and on your feet, heading out back and finding Gerard grinning at their ship with a look of pride painting on their face. The sight makes your heart swell, love drowning out the sick feeling in your stomach that won’t seem to leave.

You venture into the yard, bare feet on the grass wet with dew. It tickles and reminds you of Gerard in a way, childlike wonder. They notice you, eyes lighting up, and you can’t help but smile at them. They take your hand, leading you closer, and holding hands they tell you how the ship will fly and how it knows the way home and how they can’t wait to get to Reprise.

Your chest aches, your body feels cold, and when Gerard mentions pancakes before they pack up you don’t question it. You feel like you’ve disconnected from your body, like you got pushed to the back of your head and are watching everything like a movie screen. A tragedy happening and you can only watch.

You take them to the diner you went to a few days ago, a booth near the back and Gerard drowning their pancakes in strawberry syrup again. You just get coffee, holding the hot mug between your hands but not drinking it, not feeling the warmth, watching Gerard read the labels on the sugar packets. You watch their fingers move against the packets, their fork, slender and calloused; watch their eyes scanning over food and words and everything in between, endless curiosity; watch red drop from their fork to their shirt, sticky on their lips and teeth. You watch and don’t speak and it really does feel like an ending.

You don’t think you’ll be able to step foot in this diner again after they leave. How will you go home? How will you sleep in your bed? So many what ifs spinning in your head and making you sick when Gerard’s hand touches your arm and you flinch away violently.

They look hurt and you flush with shame.

“Are you okay?”

You take a shaky breath, feeling pop rocks in your lungs and it burns behind your eyes. You grip your mug too tight, hands aching, uncomfortable in your own skin, unsure, unwanted, nowhere to go. The only place you want to be is back in bed, Gerard sleeping beside you, even breathing, chest rising and falling and the wind is gentle outside, warm and calm and the moment never has to end. Safe, loved.

“Ya,” you mumble, quickly breaking eye contact and casting your gaze to your muddy coffee.

“Ok…” They sound unsure, sad, but you don’t know how to fix it because you can’t pull yourself together. Your heart feels shattered and of course they were gonna leave but...please stay?

Gerard doesn’t finish their pancakes, sticky red mess left over when you know they always lick their plate clean. Guilt and shame burn in your gut but you can’t speak, can’t breath. Gerard is leaving and they’re taking your air with them, taking your heart and your morning breakfast laughs and kisses before work and hand holding and...everything that matters.

You stuff your hands in your pockets as you walk home, noting how Gerard looks hurt once again and you don’t know how to stop hurting them. You didn’t mean to fall for them, you didn’t mean to get attached and you don’t know how to let them go. You walk home in silence, Gerard behind you and your legs moving without thought.

Home is cold and you freeze in the living room, unsure how to live in a place without them. Their still here, sure, but for how much longer?

The answer is two days longer.

After two more days of feeling lost and heartbroken the ship’s final adjustments are made, Gerard’s bag packed and sitting by the back door. Gerard is standing outside by the ship, just looking at it when you join them. They notice you and everything is cold and unsure but they hold out their hand anyway and you take it because you miss them and you’re scared and alone and you need to. Gerard smiles softly and pulls you closer.

“You fixed it.” You say, voice hesitant. Gerard nods

“Now we can go visit my family.”

Wait, what?

“You want me to come with you?”

“Of course I do.”

“I-I thought you were leaving.” Your voice wobbles, wet, and Gerard wraps you in their embrace.

“No, I can’t leave you, I don’t want to, I just need to go back.” Your mind reels, stomach churning and heart pounding. They want you still. You nuzzle into their shoulder for a moment before looking at them, finding your faces close and you kiss them, without thought. Your lips meet and you lick into their mouth, wet and deep and they grip your hips, pulls you closer, the world spins.

You pull away just as quickly as it had begun and almost fall trying to get away from Gerard.

“I’m so sorry!” You stumble, hands coming up to your mouth, face red.

“Sorry? We’ve done that before.” They tilt their head, confused puppy look on their face.

“No, Gee, people don’t just kiss their friends on Earth, it’s something for couples, people in love.” You explain and they smile.

“I know, Y/N, Tv is a great way to learn about human relationships. And,” Gerard steps closer to you, your feet almost touch. “I want that with you.”

“Oh.” Oh!

Everything freezes and speeds up and disappears and your heart pounds. You feel hot and cold and broken open and you smile slowly and Gerard steps into your space, leaning hesitantly in and you meet them halfway, lips finding each other’s like they always should. This kiss is slow and gentle and easy, it’s full of love and meaning and you melt all down your spine. Your arms wrap around their shoulders, their hands on your waist, lips sliding together in perfect harmony, sweetly hesitant. Your bodies pressed together, you pull away slowly, eyes opening carefully and Gerard’s hand comes up to caress your cheek.

“It’ll just be a visit to Reprise and then back home.”

Home.

“I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“Let’s hold hands instead.” They suggest and you grin, hand in hand you head inside to pack your things.

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 3 years

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Partner in Dye

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head for a while, and it’s short, but it’s definitley a fluffier situation. Pretty cute if you ask me, though. Pairing: Gerard Way x HairStylist!Reader Word count: 1,626 words Warnings: None

“You should feel incredibly grateful I talked my boss into letting me keep this place open this late,” You told him as he walked in with a grateful smile, you holding open the door since you had to re-lock it.

“Yeah, thank you so much.” He replied in the dim lighting, turning back to face you as you fiddled with the lock, “I know it was last minute and urgent and all and you didn’t have to do this but-” “Gee,” You lightly laughed, turning around to face him, “You’re the only client I do this for because of your hectic schedule. And also because you have a tendency to play hair dresser with boxed dyes and no experience.”

“Well, I mean, there are articles online-” You rose an eyebrow at him with a closed smile, “No, you’re right. I’m not a hair dresser.” “Bingo,” You replied, walking him over to your chair, “And that’s why I’m here.”

He sat down in the chair in front of you, his stark black hair going every which way as per usual. It was that weird length between medium and long where you couldn’t quite decipher how to describe it, falling below the ears at this point. It was a great contrast to his pale skin and bright hazel eyes.

“So, what’re we thinkin’?” You asked him with a smile, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“White.” He stated firmly to with your face dropped.

“White?” You questioned, “Like white white, or platinum white?” “More platinum white.” He replied, “So it almost doesn’t look like I have hair, even though I do. And very short.” You took a deep sigh, looking down for a moment and processing all you would have to do.

“Well to begin with, regardless if you came in here at 8:30 at night or 8:30 in the morning, this is going to be a multi-day process.” You made clear and he nodded, “Since I know you have black box dye in your roots, and don’t even lie to me about it, that area’s going to take about an additional week to get the color out. Are you cool with all this?” “As long as you are, yeah.” He replied with confidence.

“Alrighty then,” You replied, “Let’s get started.”

You would be lying if you didn’t say you enjoyed spending time with Gerard. Not only was he one of your most loyal (and best paying) clients but he was just a good, empathetic person at heart. You two got along incredibly well, conversation flowed easily, almost too easily at points where it seemed you spilled your deepest secrets to each other, but there was something about his soft face highlighted with a strong jawline, or his mysteriously comforting eyes that just welcomed you in like a warm home on a snowy day.

“So, why did you choose to do all of this?” You eventually asked, about an hour and a half in as the bleach settled in fully with the toner.

“Well,” He responded, the two of you picking at the food he had generously ordered (and paid for) after realizing you hadn’t eaten dinner and refused to let you go on an empty stomach. “We’re recording our new record, a little over half way done actually.” He replied, “I’m not able to reveal much information, but the concept is about this guy dying from cancer, The Patient. I wanted to finish the writing process and begin the touring and promoting process in character.” “So method acting?” You asked from where you sat in a chair next to him, and he nodded.

“Exactly,” He replied.

“It’s pretty cool.” You replied, “I think you’re gonna look great. Granted, you manage to pull of anything.” “Really?” He asked, seemingly a little shocked.

“Gerard, you pulled off teal roots on black hair.” You replied, “There isn’t a large sum of people on earth who can say they’ve done that.”

“True,” He responded, “But aliens, maybe.” You rolled your eyes.

“Mhm,” You said, “Because little green aliens can pull of any hair style.”

Once you finished your dinner and he with his, you took the boxes to throw them out, thoroughly washed your hands, and got back to work. Rinsing, toning, rinsing, toning.

“I owe you big time for this don’t I,” He said, eyes closed as you scrubbed his hair again through water using basic shampoo and waiting on conditioner.

“I mean, not really.” You replied. “You already bought me dinner.” “Yeah, out of boxes while you bleached my hair.” He responded, “I’ll take you out somewhere fancy.” “Like a date?” You inquired with a curious face. You definitely weren’t opposed to it, I mean, he was pretty handsome.

“Only if you want to.” He replied.

“Then it’s a date.” You smiled, “But no where fancy, fancy’s not really my thing.”

“Gee, hon, stop squirming so much.” You told him as his head was leaning over the bathtub with a smile, “And don’t complain about not being comfortable, you were the one that wanted to do this in your apartment.”

“’Cause we couldn’t do it in yours.”

“Because I don’t want black dye all over my white bathroom.” You reminded him, “And this is your hair, not mine.” “So if I ever dye your hair, does that mean we do it at your place?” “You will never be dying my hair,” You said firmly, “So no, it will never happen.”

“I think I would do a great job.” He responded, taking his hand to the back of your thigh from where you knelt behind his head to caress it. “I’ve learned from the best.” You smiled, leaning down to give him a kiss, despite your heads being in opposite directions.

“You’re such a suck up.” You replied with a giggle against his lips.

“Only for you.” He smiled back, letting the warm breath from his voice hit your lips. “So do I get a discount for this?” He asked next.

“I will slap you across the face with a glove of black hair dye on it.” You threatened.

“So I take that as a no?” You sighed in frustration.

“Gerard Arthur Way-” “Okay, okay, fine, I’ll stop.” He smiled. “I’ll take you record shopping tomorrow, and you can buy as many as you want. Then we can do whatever you want for dinner, too. And then, ya know, bedroom things as the end. All on me, of course.” He winked. You smiled at how juvenile the end sounded, staring into his beautiful eyes that seemed like more of a home than ever.

“That sounds amazing.” You replied. “Worth sitting in your bathtub to dye your bright white hair pitch black.” His cheeks lifted into a smile, too.

You really hated thinking about the fact that in just a few weeks he would be gone on a long and harsh tour that was planned to last for almost ten months, with a month and half break for the holidays, then touring again for four months. You were so early into your relationship, only three months, and his presence was already going to have to say goodbye for a while.

“Hey,” He asked softly, his face now serious with concern, “What’s up?” He asked, scanning your face from below you. You hadn’t even realized your face muscles had dropped.

“Nothing,” You tightly smiled, “Just thinking.” “Well yeah, I could gather that,” He replied, “But about what?” “I don’t know.” You sighed, “Worrying about things that haven’t even happened yet, that are out of my control when they do.” “Like what things?” He asked again, to a point where it was becoming both annoying and repetitive.

“Like touring.” You responded with a straight face, “Of course you guys have to do it, and I’m being incredibly selfish, but I don’t know. We’re only gonna be a few months into dating and-” “And it’s all gonna work out.” He smiled, taking his hands up to caress the inside of your arm that was working on his hair. “Sure, we’ve been dating for a short time, but we’ve known each other for years.” “Yeah, but, ya know, it’s more just random anxiety.” He nodded only slightly to not mess up your work but to acknowledge he understood in a respectful silence.

“It’s gonna be okay,” He smiled softly, “You can visit me whenever you want, and we’ll call and Skype each other, and I’ll send you lots of presents-” You lightly laughed, “And everything’s gonna be okay.” “But won’t we grow apart?” “Physically, sure.” He replied, “But it’s not like it’s really going to affect our relationship. Look at tour as being a good thing for an early relationship. The more we talk over the phone, the more we learn about each other, and the stronger we grow together even if we’re thousands of miles apart.” “It’s very poetic.” You replied, “I mean, you are a lyricist.” “It’s true, though.” He said, “Every relationship that I’ve been in that’s failed because of long distance is because I’m already too close to the person. This is a good thing.” But then that made you wonder about the future. When you did grow close, would it fall like the rest? “And no, I don’t think a breakup is gonna happen to us either way.” He confidently said as if reading your mind, “I feel like there’s something genuinely different about what we’ve done together, in a good way.” “Like dying your hair in a bath tub?” “Yeah, that’s definitely different.” He lightly chuckled. “But you’re also a very chill person, my ex was borderline psycho.” You cringed.

“I hope I don’t become a psycho ex.”

“No,” He replied, “I think you’ll become my hair-dying-in-the-bathtub-partner.”

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

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Masterlist

A list of my old writing that you can request I revise

Song Prompts

Meeting and Dating Headcanons~

Pretty in Pink

Andie Walsh

Duckie Dale

Blane McDonagh

Steff McKee

Sixteen Candles

Jake Ryan

The Lost Boys

Paul

Dwayne

Poly Lost Boys

Edgar Frog

The Breakfast Club

Brian Johnson

John Bender

Andrew Clark

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Dallas Winston

Two-Bit Mathews

Rumblefish

Steve Hays

Ferris Buellers Day Off

Cameron Frye

Karate Kid

Daniel Larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Dutch

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Jason Dean

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Jeff Spicoli

Brad Hamilton

Better Off Dead

Lane Meyer

Weird Science

Gary Wallace

Wyatt Donnelly

Dream A Little Dream

Dinger Holfield

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Dating Poly Bill and Ted

The Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya

Interview with the Vampire

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Children of the Corn

Malachai Boardman

National Lampoons

Rusty Griswold (European Vacation)

Cant Buy Me Love

Kenneth Wurman

The Chocolate War

Jerry Renault

Archie Costello

The Mighty Ducks

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Adam Banks

Les Averman

Porkys

Brian Schwartz

Anthony ‘Meat’ Tuperello

Tommy Turner

Tim Cavanaugh

Mickey Jarvis

Just One of the Guys

Terry Griffith

Greg Tolan

Dead Poets Society

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Charlie Dalton

Knox Overstreet

Steven Meeks

Earth Girls are Easy

Mac

Combat Academy

Perry Barnett

Waynes World

Garth Algar

Austin Powers

Toy Soldiers

Ricardo Montoya

Good Will Hunting

Chuckie Sullivan

10 Things I Hate About You

Joey Donner

My Bodyguard

Ricky Linderman

Melvin Moody

Stand and Deliver

Angel Guzman

Something Wild

Ray Sinclair

Three O’Clock High

Buddy Revell

Intruder

Randy

Young Guns

Jose Chavez y Chavez

Billy the Kid

Doc Scurlock

Dazed and Confused

Benny O’Donnell

Don Dawson

Kevin Pickford

Randall “Pink” Floyd

Fred O’Bannion

Mitch Kramer

Ron Slater

Shavonne Wright

Dogfight

Eddie Birdlace

Ladybugs

Matthew

Goosebumps

Sticks

Freddy Renfield

Twister

Robert ‘Rabbit’ Nurick

Stand by me

Ace Merrill

School Ties

Rip Van Kelt

Chris Reece

The Untouchables

Eliot Ness

The Godfather

Tom Hagen

(Young) Vito Corleone

(Old) Vito Corleone

Goodfellas

Henry Hill

Little Shop of Horrors

Seymour Krelborn

Newsies

Specs

Near Dark

Severen

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees

Scream

Billy Loomis

Poly Billy and Stu

Stu Macher

The Craft

Nancy Downs

Hocus Pocus

Max Dennison

Thackery Binx

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Adam Maitland

The Crow

Eric Draven

Ghostbusters

Ray Stantz

Aliens

Bishop

An American Werewolf in London

Jack Goodman

Sleepaway Camp

Ricky Thomas

Re-animator

Herbert West

Silence of the Lambs

Clarice Starling

Fright Night

Jerry Dandridge

Candyman

Daniel Robitaille

The Evil Dead

Ash Williams

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Harvey Kinkle

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike

Full Metal Jacket

Sgt. Hartman

Joker

Animal Mother

Pyle

Preference~ the boys with an s/o whose ex stalks them

Grease

Kenickie

Labyrinth

Jareth

Total Recall

Douglas Quaid

Requested “Would Includes” and Imagines/Fics~

Darry falling for Johnny’s sister

Allison Reynolds dating a shy nerdy girl

Starting a family with Cameron Frye

Making out with Cameron Frye

Cameron Frye comforting you when you’re upset

Getting drunk with the Ferris Bueller crew

Gary Wallace dating a tall girl

George Mcfly with a dominant flirty s/o

Comforting and being comforted by Will Hunting

Will Hunting having a crush on you

Being apart of the good will hunting gang

Armand with a virgin s/o (including nsfw)

Lestat and Louis dating a girl who loves horror movies

Making out with Duckie Dale

Duckie Dale cheering you up

Cliff having a crush on you

Making out with Cliff

Making out with Bryce

Bryce having a crush on you

The Lost Boys with an s/o having an anxiety attack + fighting depression

The Lost Boys with a sweet and innocent s/o

The Lost Boys with a curvy mate

The Lost Boys fighting with their mates

The Lost Boys dating a shy short girl

The Lost Boys taking care of you when you’re hurt

Getting drunk with the Lost Boys would include

David x Laddies older sister

Making out with Edgar Frog

Being Married to Archie Costello

Going to the beach with Archie Costello

Making out with Archie Costello

Darrys girlfriend landing a job at a local cafe as a singer

Making out with Kenneth Wurman

Being Cindys friend and Ronalds crush

Harold Sherbico having a crush

Kim Kelly dating her polar opposite

Neil Perry dating an artist

Making out with Charlie Dalton

Jealous Charlie Dalton

Jealous Knox Overstreet

A study date with Steven Meeks

Spending the winter season with Neil Perry

Comforting Charlie Dalton after he gets expelled

The dead poets walking in on Charlie and his secret, shy girlfriend

Simon Boggs having a crush on Laneys friend

Faking It-Cindy Mancini falling for the girl who paid her to be her friend

Spike having a crush on you

Steff McKee having a crush on you

Marko having a crush on you

David having a crush on you

Paul having a crush on you

Dwayne having a crush on you

Dwayne x vampire reader who dresses like Stevie Nicks

Making out with Keith Nelson

Meat having a crush on Peewees sister

Admit it- Mickey Jarvis and his future s/o having crushes on each other

Being a part of team USA and meeting Adam and Charlie

Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you

Sleepover with Bill and Ted (including nsfw)

Being pregnant with Ted Logans child

Starring in the schools Romeo and Juliet with Ted Logan

Ted Logan asking you to be his valentine

Spending Valentines day with Steff McKee

Spending Valentines day with Steven Meeks

Spending Valentines day with Keith Nelson

Spending your first Valentines day with Bryce

Wishing I Was Her (Nick Andopolis)

If You Want Out Just Say It (Ace Merrill)

Going on the Ferris adventure

Going on your own adventure with Cameron Frye

Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Travelling back in time with Marty McFly

Tommy Devito dating a chubby artist

Years Gone By (Michael Corleone)

Sonny Corleone dating his opposite

Phillipe Gaston x reader~ Fairy Tale

Being Fulton's sister and Dating Dean Portman

Comforting Todd when he’s upset

Being married to Bill S. Preston Esquire

Being married to Ted Logan

Spending Halloween/October with Knox Overstreet

Making out with Knox

A will they, won’t they relationship with Seth Brundle

Falling in love with Edward Scissorhands

Dwayne Hicks with an Android!Technician s/o

Private Joker dating an artist

Jareth falling in love with you

Being married to Matt Hooper and going to Amity

The way you make me feel~ John Bender

Being in a long term relationship with JD

J.D. with a chronically ill s/o

Archie with a chronically ill s/o

Making out with Ted Logan

Archibald Craven falling in love

Andy Dufresne falling in love

Nsfw Headcanons~

Group sex with the lost boys

Sam Emerson

Threesome with Obie and Archie

Armand

Archie Costello

(sub) Archie Costello

Obie

Johnny Cade

Cameron Frye

Duckie Dale

Blane

John Bender

Randy (Intruder)

Joey Donner

Kenneth Wurman

Keith Nelson

The Dead Poets Kinks

Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Steven Meeks

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Gerard Pitts

John Bender taking your virginity

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Dinger Holfield

The Lost Boys

Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Benny O’donnell

Fred O’Bannion

Cliff

Bryce

Johnny Walker

George Mcfly

Brian Moreland

(sub) Perry Barnett

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Randy Meeks

Michael Emerson

Nancy Downs

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Spike

Angel Guzman

Sgt. Hartman

Brad Hamilton

Douglas Quaid

Chris (night of the creeps)

Sonny Corleone with a shy, virgin s/o

George Mcfly getting jealous and being dominant

Grease Monkey (Keith Nelson smut)

Sins of the flesh and matters of the heart (David x reader + Dwayne smut)

#80s movies #80s imagine #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s smut #80s movie imagines #80s movie headcanon #80s movie smut #90s movies #90s imagine #90s movie headcanon #90s movie imagine #90s movie headcanons #90s tv show imagine #90s tv headcanons

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rdiowx · 11 months

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I NEED MORE ALIEN GERARD🙌 i love alien gerard oh my god. just like imagine having sex with him

Tentacle dick warning.

Being slightly shocked when he doesnt have a normal dick but he isnt exactly normal so the shock didnt last long. I feel like is extra sensitive all things considered but i guess now you’d get to know what it felt like to be fucked by a tentacle.

He’s super whiney cause you feel different than he expected and he can feel every part of being inside of you. His chest is also super sensitive and he loves when you play with them while you’re making out with him, goes weak when you flick them.

He’s probably the type to say really stupid shit during too cause he doesnt know what people do during this so he’ll ask you how you’re doing mid thrust like hes having a normal conversation despite the tremble in his voice. Yk having a normal conversation while you’re fucking his brains out how lovely.

Giving him blowjobs is weird too because instead of normal dick twitching it a bit more fluid and sometimes it makes its way down your throat but you love it nonetheless.

#mcr x reader #mcr x reader smut #gerard way x reader #gerard way x reader smut #alien gerard x reader

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thebandenthusiast-blog · 7 years

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The Final Five (Gerard x Reader) Part One

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Word Count: 2095

Summary: You wake up in a cell, no idea where you are. You’re suddenly introduced to a whole world of alien creatures, who wiped out the entire human race except you and four others. The five of you are supposed to help alien race with something big, just not sure how.

Author’s Note: Well uh, this is my first ever thing. I suck at summaries but I think the story is okay. It’s based off of a post on Instagram I saw. Well um, there’s going to be more of these, as you can tell. I hope you enjoy, I liked writing this story! Also, this is not how my other stories are going to be. I just though I should start out with a story that I’d love to add a bunch of parts to. So you know, try to enjoy. For me. Love you.

You quiver, biting your lip and clenching your fists, trying to inflict any sort of pain upon yourself to distract from the current situation. Alone, in this brightly-lit room, with no furniture than a metal bench jutting out from one side of the wall. The walls of the metal room were short and the room itself could probably fit only a handful of people. Face it: it wasn’t a room, it was a jail cell. A cold, empty, bright jail cell.

How’d you get here? It was unclear. All you knew was that you were taken from some place, some place that you just can’t put my mind to, where there was nothing. A vast expanse of absolutely nothing. Where the the air was heavy and humid, the sky always a dull gray contrasting against the bright, dusty ground. Just thinking about it dried your throat.

And now, here you were. Taken from a foggy place in your memory and placed in this very vivid memory. For so long, it felt like you were here forever, or it was just the ache in your stomach and the dry patch on your tongue.

Suddenly, something happened. You weren’t sure what, what was different? But something just happened. Something just shifted. That’s when it happened. A slice of the wall opposite of you opened up to reveal dark, empty hallway.

Well, empty at first.

It was a human. It looked like a human, walked like a human, but as they stepped into the light, you could tell it wasn’t human.

With a human shape, two arms, two legs, a torso and head, it seemed familiar. But the violet skin, dark purple hair and matching eyes proved differently. Dressed in tight black pants, with a matching, skin-tight black long-sleeved shirt, the creature- the female creature- looked down at you, flashing their silvery badge on their chest. It depicted a creature you couldn’t determine, with spelling that was foreign to you. It surprised the hell out of you when this undeterminable creature started to speak English.

“Hello.” The voice was high-pitched but smooth. She seemed like she knew what she was doing.

“H-Hello.” You stuttered back, looking up to match her dark eyes.

“You have been one of the five humans on Earth to be saved. You have been saved for a purpose. Our elders have told us that the five of you contain the key to ultimate power.” She continued, blinking slowly at you.

What the hell? This is a dream. This is a fucking dream, this is one of those fucking horror movies you refused to watch, this isn’t real, this isn’t real. You snapped your eyes shut and prayed.

“Do not be afraid. We are not here to hurt you.” You opened your eyes and looked at the creature, who leaned down to look at you with a smile. “Are you okay? Sorry if we scared you.”

This is when it seemed as if she went off-script. She started to seem genuine, like a person back where you came from. Where are you?

“I’m Lola.” She said softly. “We don’t know your name, yet. But we’d like to. We have a lot of questions to ask you, and we imagine you have some of your own. Would you like to follow me?” Lola continued.

Lola was a human name. Understanding, curiosity, and kindness were human things. All of this depicted by something that clearly wasn’t human. But she seemed so nice, and genuine. She was a relief.

You watched as she held out a purple hand. Carefully, you reached for it, and the moment your skin met, you were alarmed at the heat radiating and pulled back. She laughed. “Oh sorry, I forgot about you humans and their cold body temperatures. It’s okay, I’m just a bit warmer than you.”

You reached for her hand again, and grabbed it as she pulled you up from the cold, metal ground. Her hand was as warm as a stone next to a campfire, hot to the touch at first, but you could get used to the comforting warmth.

She dropped your hand and lead you down the empty hallway. “I’m gonna take you to the place where it all happens.” She smiles. You smile back nervously.

“It’s where all the leaders are. They’re really curious about you and the other four we saved from the wreckage.” She explained, unlocking the door.

“What wreckage?” You ask as you search your clouded memory.

Lola looks back at you, between strands of her purple hair. “You don’t remember?” She asks.

You shake your head and Lola looks at the ground before opening the door. “Well, they’ll tell you. You deserve to know.” And it was the end of that conversation, for Lola took your hand- you recoiled at the touch at first, still getting used to it- and brought you into the hallway. “We’re sorry we had to keep you in the prison floor, we had a couple other of the saved be very aggressive. Makes sense, I guess. I mean, considering what just happened. We just want you to be safe.” She explained, leading you down the empty hallway.

The hallway looked like your cell- metal walls, a cool air. There were doors down the entire hallway, each with it’s own diverse set of locks and a label on the door. You tried to read the names, but Lola pulled you on.

Approaching the end of the hallway, Lola lead you to the double doors, and reached for an identity card at her hip and flashed it at the scanner next to them. “We’re going to take the elevator up to the top floor.” She explained.

You two got into the elevator and silently rode upwards, as you pondered what exactly was happening. You were too numb to lash out, of provoke anything. All you could do at the moment was do exactly what they, whoever they were, wanted.

The doors opened to expose you to a hot, busy, bumbling hallway. It was filled with creature like Lola, each with a different shade of pastel skin and darker hair and eyes. They all had on the black outfits with the badges, some of them male, some of them female, some in between. Everyone was talking in a mix of English and something foreign, which all stopped when Lola lead you out of the elevator doors.

They all dropped their conversations to look at you. Lola tightened her grip on your hand and wrapped an arm around your shoulders as she ushered you down the hallway, past gaping mouths and wide eyes. “That’s one of them, that’s the last one,” You hear one whisper in English. You ignored it as Lola pushed you inside the last door in the hallway.

It slammed behind you, locking you and Lola in a cramped space, a metal box with a door on one side and a place for Lola to flash her card again. She did so, and lead you through the door to an office.

It was different than the other rooms. It had a wood floor and wall paper on the sides of the rectangle room. There was a rug, and a wooden desk with a swivel chair, which sat a man. He had broad shoulders, and a snug business suit. He had light green skin, combed back dark green hair and matching eyes. He was talking with a woman with light blue skin, dressed in a pencil skirt and white button up shirt. They were both wildly pointing at papers the woman was holding before the two of you walked in and they both abruptly stopped.

“Lola,” The man said in a deep voice, smiling at her. “And our very last of the saved. Julia, could you please close the door behind you?” He asked, his eyes not leaving you.

The other woman rushed out the door behind the two of you, leaving you and Lola alone with this terrifying business creature.

“Here, sit down.” He said, gesturing to the two wooden chairs in front of the desk. You sat down after Lola, looking around the office filled with framed paintings on the walls. The paintings were of nothing specific. Just splashes of color over the canvas.

“Now, I understand you must be confused. I hope Lola made you feel comfortable.” He said, smiling. “I am Jacob, but you may call me Mr. Hamilton, you understand?” He asks.

I look at him, this creature, eyes wide, before slowly moving my head.

“Now, so we can all have a nice name for each other,” He says, leaning back in his chair like the most normal thing in the world, “What’s yours?”

You gulp before you choke out, “Y/N L/N.”

He smiles. “Gorgeous. Pleasure to meet you, Ms. L/N.” He nods.

You plaster on a fake smile, trying to fit in. He acts so comforting, so friendly, but the air around him is anything but that.

“So, has Lola told you anything about what happened?” He asks. When you shake your head, he immediately launches into a full history lesson.

It spans an hour and your brain is filled with so much information you can’t deal. But you have a clear perspective of what exactly happened. 100 years ago, in 1917, this organization was built by two stray (“aliens of sorts, is what you humans call them,”) creatures left behind one of the universe’s many alien communities. The two bound together and created a government for the unlistening and violent groups, known as the TPO, The Peace Organization. They took control over most of the communities, implementing strict new rules that have ever since kept them in line. But five years ago, the two founders died, their lasting legacy being sheets of paper drawn out by the two of them, with instructions. Wipe out the planet earth, but keep five of it’s occupants alive- you and four other unsuspecting individuals. The ten of you were supposed to help them gain control over the stray communities that TPO couldn’t gain control over, and they expected you to do that. NOW.

And now you were heading to meet the nine others, your head brimming with information, almost to the brink of not being able to function. But you pushed through it as Lola lead you back through the hallway, down the hallway of stares, and back into the elevator to the bottom floor, where you were greeted by a refreshing blast of cool air.

The bottom floor was different than the other floor. There was no hallway, just a large expanse of room filled with tables and couches and plush chairs, the very end of the huge room had ten doors spanning from one wall to the other. And there were people and creatures combined sitting at the tables. Four humans, four creatures.

Everyone turned to you, their eyes wide. You glanced over them, grateful to see another actual human face, human eyes. But you barely had time because Mr. Hamilton appeared out of nowhere behind you, smiling. “Everybody up, line up at the end of the wall, please.” He boomed, resting a hand on his hip as the creatures pulled up the humans and lead them to the wall. Lola murmured, “These are the other four,” as she brought you over to the rest of them. Mr. Hamilton walked past the five of you, looking you all up and down, before announcing. “Say your name, please.”

He pointed to the first person, who was a tall woman, with wide eyes and long blonde hair. She had curves in the right places and the hospital gown I just now realized we were all wearing managed to show them off.

“Amy, Amy Watson.” She gulped.

It moved on to the others.

A short guy with black hair and hazel skin. “Drew Huntington.”

A tiny girl, couldn’t be more than 13, with thin brown hair and matching eyes. “Peggy Anderson.”

And then it was the guy next to you, with hazel eyes and a shock of unnatural bright red hair. “Gerard Way.” He said proudly, his eyes pouring into those of Mr. Hamilton’s. He was daring him.

You found yourself looking into those eyes of Gerard Way’s, the glint of rebellion that was in them, so much so that you forgot to say you name. Gerard turned to you, and your eyes met, and you felt an energy pulse through your veins as you stuttered, “Y/N L/N.”

Gerard’s eyes poured through you.

#mcr imagines #my chemical romance #gerard way #my chemical romance x reader #mcr x reader #gerard way imagine #gerard way imagines #gerard way x reader #aliens?#I don't know what this is #emo quartet #emo quartet imagines

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fictionkinfessions · 3 years

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me: hey, what if i made an alien species based off this half-developed one from an alien!gerard way x reader fic that i absolutely definitely read as a joke?

me: *spends an entire night coming up with ideas for said species* *makes an oc who is that species and names them after lola lovesu because y'know hesitant alien*

the kin gods: :)

me: don't you fucking dare.

the kin gods: : )

-lola, a reprisian, constantly suffering at the hands of the kin gods #🍭✨😈💥

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #🍭✨😈💥#lolakin #ockin #rpf cw #gerard way cw #kin gods

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rpf-bat · 4 years

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Underground, Getting Down

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 14. Prompt: “Symphony”.

You’re a flutist, playing in the New York subway for tips. Gerard watches one of your performances, and decides that his next single, needs a mad flute solo.

Beneath the streets of New York, the subway station bustled, filled with people. Some moved up the stairs, towards the streets, and others down the steps, towards the trains. Everyone in the crowd was rushing on to their next destination. At the base of the staircase, you stood, playing your flute.

Your flute case sat propped open on the tiles in front of you. A few bills already lined the inside. A young woman dropped another fiver in, as you played Bach’s ‘Flute Sonata in A Minor’.

You lifted your face from the instrument for a moment, to call out, “Thank you!”

The woman had already turned away from you, rushing down the corridor to catch the E train. You shrugged, returning your lips to the flute’s embouchure hole. Even the best buskers, rarely made someone stop in their tracks. The song ended.

I think I’ll mix it up, you decided, do something more pop for the next song.

You picked the Bach sheet music up off your stand, placing it back in your bag. Then, you pulled out the sheet music for Jethro Tull’s ‘No Lullaby’. This one was usually more impressive-sounding, when you had your friend, who played guitar, with you to do the intro. But, he was busy today, at his day job at Starbucks. You would just have to launch right into your solo.

Your fingers danced over the keys, as the music echoed off the walls of the tunnel. You found your mind wandering, as you played.

I really thought, when I graduated, that I was gonna play for the New York Philharmonic, you recalled wistfully. But, the auditions for first chair ended up being competitive as hell. Instead of playing high society symphonies, I just play out here, for the commuters and hobos.

It wasn’t what you had dreamed of - but it was a living.

As you continued your song, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. You glanced up from your songbook, and realized that a man was sitting, eerily still, on the steps. Hurried people were practically tripping over him, but he didn’t move, to get out of their way. He stayed exactly where he was. He didn’t look homeless, you considered. His face was hidden by thick aviator sunglasses, but his clothes suggested wealth. He was staring at you, with rapt attention, as if your flute, was the only sound in the world.

You found yourself blushing under his steady gaze, as the song concluded. You lowered your flute-holding arm to your side, and looked at the stranger again, curiously.

“Bravo!” he cried, clapping, and jumping up. “You were amazing!”

He walked over, and dropped a handful of bills, into your case.

Wait, what? All of those are hundreds!, you realized, eyes widening. Who the hell is this guy?

He pulled the sunglasses off his face, shaking his long, dark hair out of his eyes as he did so. Your jaw dropped, when you realized you recognized him.

“Hi,” he said casually, “my name’s Gerard Way.”

“I….I know who you are,” you stammered, scarcely believing this was real. Your inner emo kid was screaming. “What are you doing in New York?”

“Visiting family,” Gerard shrugged. “Well, technically, they live on the Jersey side of the river. But, I always have to stop by Forbidden Planet, when I’m in town.”

“Oh, you mean the comic shop, on Broadway?” you nodded. “Yeah, they’re pretty cool. I….I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Gerard grinned. “I really enjoyed that song, that you just did.”

“I….uh, really enjoy your music, too,” you said awkwardly. You didn’t want to sound like a fangirl.

“I’m actually working on some new music right now,” Gerard revealed.

“What?” you blinked. “Really? Wasn’t your last album in like…..2014?”

“Yeah, Hesitant Alien was four years ago, already!” Gerard chuckled. “I think I’m definitely overdue for something new!”

“Oh, wow,” your heart hammered excitedly. “I can’t wait to hear the new record, when it comes out!”

“I don’t know if I’m gonna do a whole second album,” Gerard confessed. “I think I’m just gonna put a couple singles out, and see how it goes.”

“I….I see,” you mumbled. This was crazy. Why was he telling all this, to a random busker, that he just met?

“I wanted to thank you, Y/N,” Gerard went on. “There’s this song I’ve been working on, for a couple months now. it’s just not sounding right to me, quite yet. You helped me realize what it’s missing.”

“And, what is that?” you wondered, still feeling bewildered.

“A flute solo,” Gerard grinned.

“Huh?” you gasped. “Who uses flute music, in a rock n roll song? I mean, besides Jethro Tull?”

“I love Jethro Tull,” Gerard laughed. “But, for real, it’s not that weird. Billy Corgan had some flutes on ‘Drum + Fife’, on the album Monuments To An Elegy.”

“Oh, true,” you remembered. “Didn’t that drop in 2014, too?”

“Yeah, I actually got to open for him, on that tour!” Gerard said excitedly. “That was when I decided that I wanted to bring a flute into one of my own songs, someday.”

“Wow,” you realized, “You’re serious about this.”

“I am,” Gerard said, looking you in the eyes. “But….can we talk about this somewhere else? I’m worried if I stay in one place much longer, somebody is gonna spot me, and start asking for pictures.”

“Oh, uh, sure!” you nodded.

“I think if we go up to the street level, there’s a coffee shop, like, right outside,” Gerard suggested.

“You’re…..asking me to get a cup of coffee with you?” you grasped. Was this a date?

“Yeah,” Gerard said, turning red, as he awkwardly combed his fingers through his hair. “Is, uh, is that okay with you?”

“......Absolutely,” you smiled. “Just let me put my flute away!”

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Gerard had insisted on carrying your flute case for you, despite the short walk. He was such a gentleman. You did not, however, allow him to buy your cup of coffee for you. He’d already given you that absurd tip, when he first strolled over to your busking spot.

You stared at him across the table, as he sipped his latte. This still felt entirely unreal.

“So, the song I’m working on,” Gerard explained, “It’s called ‘Getting Down The Germs.’”

“...Germs?” you repeated, confused.

“The lyrics are still a work in progress,” Gerard admitted. He dug into the pocket of his green coat, and pulled out a small, tattered-looking notebook. He opened it to a page near the back, and pushed it towards you. “This is what I have so far.”

You took the book gingerly, feeling as if you’d been handed a holy text. The words on the page, were written in a surprisingly untidy scrawl:

It's never the same and the nights always glow

There's nothing to see and nowhere to go

It's easy to say you're happier when you're disturbed

The green lights in your head

Getting down the germs

I'm lazy and tame and the chimes always blow

A glimmering sound on the breeze when you go

It's never a shame and I've learned to live with the worms

Underground

Getting down the germs

“That sounds really good so far,” you complimented. “I’m guessing that’s supposed to be the chorus?”

“Yeah,” Gerard nodded. “I usually write the choruses first. The verses, I’m still figuring out.”

“Makes sense,” you replied, as you sipped your drink. “What about the melody?”

“Oh, the melody’s pretty much completely done,” Gerard clarified. “But….I don’t know. There’s this bridge that comes before the second verse. I originally planned for that to be a guitar solo, but it just doesn’t sound right.”

“You think the solo would sound better, played on a flute?” you surmised.

“Yeah, exactly!” Gerard said enthusiastically. You wondered if the caffeine was getting to him.

“....Do you even know how to play the flute?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Gerard shook his head. “But, you do.”

“....What are you saying?” you blinked.

“That’s why I asked you to come up here with me,” Gerard explained. “Y/N…..would you be willing to go into the studio with me, and record a flute solo, for the track?”

You choked on your drink.

“Wh….What?” you wheezed, coughing from the coffee that had gone down the wrong way. “A-Are you serious?”

“....Can you breathe?” Gerard asked, putting a concerned hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I can breathe,” you managed, trying not to hyperventilate even more.

“Good,” Gerard smiled, “because I am serious, Y/N. Your flute playing really impressed me. I won’t drag you all the way out to LA, of course. But, if I find a studio space, here in New York, will you work with me?”

“Yes!” you cried. “Oh my god, yes!”

This wasn’t what you had dreamed of - it was more.

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A few days later, you found yourself in a recording studio, in Lower Manhattan. You’d never seen so much professional equipment like this before. You’d always just performed for live audiences.

Can I really do this?, you asked yourself, hit with a wave of uncertainty.

“Y/N, thank you so much for coming out here, and joining us today,” Gerard greeted you. His smile, somehow instantly put you at ease.

“This is Doug McKean,” he introduced, indicating a man in the corner. “He’s my producer.”

“Nice to meet you, Doug,” you said politely, shaking hands.

“And this is Ian Fowles,” Gerard said, indicating a second guy, with longer hair. “He was my touring guitarist, when I went on the road with Hesitant Alien.”

“Oh, I remember seeing him, when you guys played Irving Plaza,” you recalled.

“You were at that little gig we did, in Union Square?” Ian smiled.

“Yeah, of course I bought a ticket!” you smiled back. “You guys were amazing!”

“Aw, you really think so?” Gerard reddened, looking flattered.

“I really do,” you replied. My Chemical Romance had been your favorite band, since your teens. When they had broken up, five years ago, you had been heartbroken. But, you’d found Gerard’s solo work, to be equally amazing - just in a different way.

“Well, thank you, Y/N,” Ian said quietly. “Has Gerard explained to you, what we’re going to be doing today?”

“Yeah, he said he wants me to do a flute solo for you guys,” you said, almost not believing your own words.

“Let’s start from the beginning of the song,” Doug directed. “Ian, can you take us from the top, please? I know we got a great take of your part yesterday, but I feel like we can still do better.”

“Definitely,” Ian agreed. He shrugged his guitar strap over his head, and stepped into the recording booth. You listened intently, as he played the opening notes. The tune was definitely different from anything MCR had done. But, it didn’t sound quite like Hesitant Alien, either. You were intrigued by the new musical direction that Gerard seemed to be heading in.

“Alright, cut,” Doug called, pressing a button, to stop recording. “Ian, that was good. Gerard, it’s your turn to get in there. I want to hear that verse you were working on the other day.”

“Alright,” Gerard nodded. You watched him put his headphones over his ears, and timidly approach the microphone. A blush crept into his cheeks. Did it make him nervous, to have you, as an audience?

“The answer’s always no,” Gerard sang, “to questions of a private nature…...the lights are always low, in settings of a conversation…..”

He seemed to grow more confident, as the song continued. By the time he got to the chorus, he was belting it out. He sounded incredible.

“....How was that?” he asked finally.

“Amazing,” you breathed.

Gerard’s cheeks reddened at your compliment. He stayed quiet, as he watched Doug take the vocal track, and mix it with Ian’s guitar playing. He played back the clip, of the two spliced together. The parts formed an even more impressive whole.

“Alright, Y/N, it’s your turn,” Doug commanded. “Show us what you can do.”

You gulped. You weren’t sure that you could do anything, that was on the same level, as what you just heard.

“You can do it,” Gerard encouraged. “You played an amazing solo, in front of a whole station worth of people yesterday. Playing for three dudes like us, should be nothing.”

That’s different, you thought to yourself. I don’t have a huge crush on everyone in the station.

“Here’s the sheet music,” Ian said, handing you a piece of paper. “I really like what Gerard’s composed here. But, I think he’s right. It’s going to sound better on your instrument, than mine.”

You took the sheet, and grabbed the flute case, out of your backpack. Taking a deep breath, you walked into the booth. Your fingers trembled on the middle joint of the flute. You glanced up at Gerard, who was sitting on the other side, of the pane of glass.

He gave you a friendly smile, and a dorky-looking thumbs-up. You chuckled, your nerves dissipating.

Alright, you told yourself. I got this. You brought your lips to the head joint, and began to play.

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“I don’t know,” you said, as you stepped back out of the booth. “Do you think that was okay?”

“That was incredible,” Gerard gushed, pulling you into an impulsive hug. His arms were so soft and warm.

“Like, wow, what are you?” Ian gaped. “The secret lovechild of Ian Anderson, or something?”

“Ha, I wish,” you laughed. “I’m just your average band kid.”

“I wouldn’t call that average,” Gerard insisted, staring into your eyes, as he still held you close. “I was right….the flute just fits perfectly in with the song. And you’re the perfect person to play it.”

“Y/N, I can show you what the guitar and the flute will sound like together,” Doug offered, “If you could, uh, let go of her for a moment, Gee.”

“O-oh, right,” Gerard stammered, releasing you quickly. You blushed, and turned away.

Doug began to play the edited-together track for you. You couldn’t believe it - your flute, Ian’s guitar, and Gerard’s vocals, blended together, into something incredibly beautiful.

“I wasn’t sure if the flute was going to go well, with your style of music,” you confessed. “My background is the symphony orchestra. Most of the time, you only really see the flute, used in classical music, like that. I wasn’t sure if you could make it sound rock n’ roll. But...it works! Somehow.”

“It does,” Gerard agreed. “Y/N…..I’m so, so glad that I met you.”

His eyes sparkled as he looked at you. It made your heart pound, for reasons you couldn’t articulate.

“Y/N,” Doug said, bringing you back to reality, “that first take was great, but I’d like you to try it again for me, please.”

“Of course,” you acquiesced. “I’ll give it as many takes as it needs.”

“I feel like we could all use some coffee first, though,” Ian decided. “Doug? You want to run down the street with me, to get it?”

“Yeah, I guess it’s our turn, since Gerard ran and got the last round,” Doug agreed. “Y/N - what can we get you?”

“Oh, just a vanilla latte, I guess,” you decided.

“Coming right up,” Ian smiled. “We’ll be right back.”

The guitarist and producer got up and left. Your pulse quickened again, as you realized, that you were now alone in the room with Gerard. It felt different, than it had at the station, or the coffeeshop. Both of those times, there were plenty of other people around. But now…..?

“It’s just you and me,” Gerard said softly. He was still staring at you.

“Y-Yeah,” you said nervously. “I guess we got quite a day ahead of us, huh?”

“Yup,” Gerard said awkwardly. “Doug’s not gonna let you leave, until you get your part just right.”

“.....Gerard,” you asked, “why did you pick me for this job? You could have gotten anyone to play flute for you. I’m nobody.”

“I told you, your performance got my attention,” Gerard reminded you. “I was just passing through the station, minding my own business. But, when I heard the sound of your flute…..I stopped still. I was like, oh my god, this is the sound that I’ve been looking for.”

“Was it really that great?” you asked, feeling unsure of yourself.

“Yes!” Gerard insisted. “Y/N, I swear to god, it was like I was hypnotized. By that incredible sound….and by the beauty, of the person making it……”

“Beauty?” you repeated, your face going hot. Did he mean…..?

“I won’t lie to you,” Gerard said softly. “The moment I laid eyes on you, in that subway tunnel, I was so attracted to you.”

“You think I’m attractive?” you realized, eyes going wide.

“Yes,” Gerard whispered, looking you up and down, with evident desire. “I’m sorry…..you probably think I’m just a creepy, older dude….”

“You’re not creepy!” you shook your head. “Gerard, I’ve always thought that you were extremely good-looking.”

“You’re…..attracted to me, too?” Gerard put two and two together.

You weren’t sure which of you took a step towards the other first, but, before you knew it, you were in his arms. He kissed you gently, but your body quickly responded to him, and the kiss rapidly turned more passionate.

He pressed you against the studio wall, his hands trailing down your body, as the kiss continued.

“.....G-Gerard,” you gasped. “The others could walk back in, at any minute.”

“If they interrupt us,” Gerard said, his voice husky, “we could always continue this, at my hotel, after the recording session is over.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Gerard panted, as your lips found his neck. “Oh, fuck, yeah…..I got a room at a five star hotel in Times Square, that I would love to show you.”

“When do you have to go back to LA?” you asked, gasping for breath, as he kissed you again.

“I’m supposed to go home on Saturday,” Gerard confessed. “But, if you keep kissing me like that….I might just miss the flight.”

#gerard way x reader #gerard way imagine #gothtober #i gotta stop posting these at 2 am

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salemruinseverything · 3 years

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what if i told you all i made an alien species based on a gerard way x reader fic. anyways this is lola

#salems creations #salems ocs #the reprisians #lola (insert last name here i have not come up with one yet)#tw rpf mention #don't. don't ask why i was reading that.

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haileygarciasunshine · 4 years

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Saving Grace

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 1,466

Warning: Fighting, Magic, Blood, Torture

Summary: The reader lives with her coven but when the coven captures the Mikaelson’s, she must decide to abide by the coven rules or put everything on the line to save her friends.

Elijah Mikaelson Masterlist

Gathering around in the conference area, your higher ups began the meeting.

“Thank you all for coming.” The supreme witch said, “We have good news for you all!” She excitedly clapped, “We have finally captured the two leaders of the Mikaelson clan. As well as a friend of the family, Marcel Gerard.”

Cheers erupted from the group of your fellow witches, all except you. The color seemed to drain from your face, while a nauseous feeling overwhelmed you.

“Each of you, will need to come up with your own form of torture you, would like them to endure.”

You hadn’t met the Mikaelson’s before, but you knew that being ‘white magic’ witches, you shouldn’t be torturing anyone, under any circumstance. Marcel was one of your best friends, he was also stepping in as a best friend as well as a father figure.

Your witch coven, didn’t approve of your friendship with a vampire. They didn’t like Marcel, nor did they like that he was friends with the Mikaelson’s, who they considered to be enemy number one. It wasn’t until later that night, you came up with a plan.

The next couple days, it weight heavily on your mind. Your best friend was down in the dungeon, getting tortured for no reason.

Approaching the dungeon, your coven was keeping the vampires in, you knew the warlocks that were standing guard. They had become close friends of yours.

“Hey, Jake, Colton.”

“Hey, Y/N.” They replied in unison.

“The elders, want you guys to turn in. I’ll be taking over.”

They were both exhausted, not being used to stay up this late as it was now 1:30am. Exchanging glances between each other, they didn’t say anything before nodding and heading up stairs.

The dungeon had been spelled, only the elders or the supreme, would be able to open the metal vervain doors. Shockingly, you were able to open the doors, not thinking the type of people who had access to opening them.

Upon entering, you could see the three men. They had been tortured heavily from the hours and days before. Their blood was splayed on the floor beneath them. Their hands were bound in chains, hanging from the ceiling. Each of them had a vervain ropes around their necks, in a necklace fashion.

“Y/N?” Marcel questioned, his voice barley above a whisper.

His sudden voice pulled your gaze towards him.

“Marcel?”

“Hey, Kid.”

“How?” You whispered looking at him guiltily.

Moving in front of him, you used your magic releasing him. This caused him to fall straight onto you, and into your arms.

A groan came from the man in your arms.

“I... I don’t... I don’t remember....”

Sighing sadly, “ ‘SOkay. Let’s get you out of here.”

“Don’t touch him!” A masculine voice growled at you.

Looking towards the voice, his eyes had golden halo's in them.

“Klaus.... It’s okay...She’s a friend...” Marcel had barely gotten the words out.

“It’s okay. Here.” There was a chair in the corner of the dungeon, half guiding and half pulling him, to the chair. Putting him in the chair, using your magic you ripped the vervain like necklace from him. Lifting the sleeve of your long sleeve, you offered him your wrist.

“Kid....” He groaned in pain, “I...I couldn’t....Not... Not to you....”

Scoffing you replied, “I don’t think you have very much of a choice here...Let me take of care you... You’re going to need your strength. Please.”

He looked up at you, with widened eyes, reminding you of you child who had been caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing. Sighing, he accepted your wrist, transforming back into the intimidating vampire you had come to know and admire.

“Go.” Following his gaze to the two original vampires you started, “I’ll take care of them. Go.”

“I’ll be back.”

Nodding your head you offered a sad smile, feeling a sudden wind you knew he left. Turning to the man with golden halo’s, you made your way over to him.

“Get away from me.” The man snarled.

Shooting him a bitch face you said, “You seriously just watched me, help Marcel escape and you’re going to give me attitude?”

Standing in front of him, your hands made their way to your hips, “Do you not want me to help you?”

The man looked at you then dropped his gaze to the floor guility.

Sighing you asked, “Are you going to let me help you now?”

“Yes.” The man’s low voice shot shivers through your body.

Getting him down, to the chair in the corner, you offered him your wrist the same way you had offered it to Marcel.

The man sitting was now looking up at you with a questionable expression.

“What?” You frowned at him.

“You’re going to let an original vampire feed off of you?”

Frowning again, you weren’t sure how to respond.

“I....”

“That’s brave of you love. Niklaus. Everyone calls me Klaus.”

“Y/N.”

After he fed on you, he offered you his wrist in return. You looked at him with a confused expression.

Chuckling softly, “It’ll heal your wound for letting us feed off of you.”

Upon accepting his wrist, you both exchanged a confused glance.

Stepping back from him, “I...I should get him down.”

“I’ll be the look out.”

Nodding your head, you made your way to the third and final vampire.

“I don’t know whether, to consider you stupid or smart.” The man in a ruined suit groan out.

Scoffing while you continued your movements you said, “Why’s that?”

“Because,” His head lulled to the side, “You’re helping the most feared vampires. How do you know we won’t kill you when we leave?”

He groaned as he his body collided with yours. Frowning you replied, “I...I don’t...”

Offering him your wrist, he gladly excepted and drank from you. This time, it felt different, a warm feeling overwhelmed you, while butterfly’s erupted in your stomach.

“Here.” He offered you his wrist in return.

Suddenly, Niklaus and Marcel vamp sped back into the dungeon that you were in.

The man in the suit and you gave each other a confused look, before turning to the two men in front of you.

“We’re in big trouble.” Marcel said pulling the stake laced with vervain out of his side.

Smacking his hand out of the way, “Stop. Let me get it. What happened?”

Sighing in frustration he allowed you to help him before saying, “The witches. They’re not going to let us leave.”

“We need a plan.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Guys!” You yelled trying to get their attention. “I have a plan.”

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It had been a month since you left the coven. Sometimes, you felt sad that you had to leave, but looking at the bright side you gained a family. The Mikaelson’s had accepted you as one of their own, since you had given up everything to save them.

Pulling you from your thoughts, a voice sounded beside you, nudging your shoulder, “Y/N.”

Turning your attention towards the voice offering him a sweet smile, “Hey, Kol.”

“Daydreaming about my brother again, are we?”

Scoffing you replied, “No. I...I was just...”

Frowning your comeback had slipped your mind, as your gaze fell upon the scene before you.

Elijah was standing next to Hayley. She had become a little too friendly towards Elijah recently, not that he cared. You had developed feelings for the noble vampire. He was your best friend, that was a relationship that you didn’t want to lose.

“I...I should go. It’s getting late.”

Kol chuckled softly, “You’re leaving already love? It’s only 9:30!”

Klaus suddenly appeared by your side, “Little witch, don’t tell me you plan on leaving so early!”

Rolling your eyes, you hugged both Mikaelson’s making your way to your car. Searching for your keys in your purse, you were too busy to notice Elijah leaning against the driver side of the car.

It wasn’t until your body collided with his, almost falling over that you looked up in confusion.

“Elijah? What’re you doing?”

“You didn’t think you could leave without saying good bye did you?”

Scoffing you rolled your eyes, pulling away from the man in front of you. He looked at you with widened eyes.

“Wh-”

Cutting him off you said, “Good-night, Elijah.”

Suddenly, your body was pinned to your car. It was your turn to look at him with widened eyes.

“Elijah...What’re you doing?”

His nose nuzzled against yours, as one of his hands rested underneath your chin and the other gripping your hip.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He questioned in a husky voice.

Closing your eyes in bliss, his hot breath could be felt dancing across your face. Your lips were enveloped by a softer pair, barely brushing against yours.

“I like you too, Y/N.”

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years

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hi! you probably have a lot of wips already, but, can i request a fic where the reader is a dancer in the millions mv by gerard? maybe they start talking on set and he catches her leaving and asks her out? or whatever idea inspires you, thank you! love your writing!

Millions

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anon Word Count: ~700 Author’s Note: This video is such a trip, but Hesitant Alien Gee is so cute and underrated!

You tugged at your costume nervously. You’d been dancing for years, training in different styles, waiting for your big break and now it was finally here. You’d been chosen to dance in the music video for Gerard Way’s song Millions.

You were confused at first when you heard at the audition that the video would be for Gerard Way. You knew him as the singer of My Chemical Romance, and while you were aware they’d split up, you didn’t understand why he’d need dancers for a video, not yet having heard the song. When you arrived at your first arrival with the three other dancers and listened to the song, you were blown away at the different direction he was going musically.

Now it was the day of the shoot. You and the other dancers were scheduled to film you part in the afternoon after Gerard filmed his performance. The set was simple, a blue screen setup up behind an orange platform where you’d be doing the dance routine, but for now Gerard was there with a microphone filming his part as the song played through the studio.

Gerard was captivating when he performed, even when it was just him on stage. The director called cut, and as the music stopped Gerard took a step back and looked around. That’s when you locked eyes with him from across the room and a smile crept across his face.

“Ok, Gerard I think we got everything we need. We’re gonna take a 10 minute break, and then we’ll start filming the dancers,” the director called.

You started to feel even more nervous as the other dancers walked in and people started moving cameras around. This was really happening in less than 10 minutes no less!

“Umm hi,” a voice said, pulling you from your thoughts. “I’m Gerard.”

“Hi, I’m (YN),” you said with a timid voice.

“I like your costume, I really like how they came out.”

“Oh, did you help design them?” You were surprised how easily you were able to slide into conversation with him.

“Yea, I helped pick all the costumes and worked with the director on what the video would look like. I have a whole vision I wanted to achieve.”

“It’s very cool, very different from what I was originally expecting when I heard it was your video.”

He nodded. “The album is a different sound, but it’s what I’ve always really liked to listen to, similar to Bowie or brit pop,” he explained. “I’m glad I got to explore it.”

You continued chatting with him about musical influences and music videos and suddenly your nerves were gone as you were happily distracted by the singer. You found him easy to talk to with his soft nature and you couldn’t help but feel a connection with him. You were blissfully unaware of the time that passed until the director called for you to join the others on stage.

“Well time for me to do my part. It was really nice talking to you,” you smiled and waved before heading on stage. Gerard disappeared while you were filming the dance routine, but you were surprised to find he had come back and was watching after changing out of his suit and into jeans and a t-shirt. You smiled at him and he waved back.

“I think we’ll do it one more time through, and I think we’ll have everything we need,” the director called and you and the other dancers went back to your starting positions.

After the final run through of the routine, the director announced that it was a wrap on the video, dismissing you and the other dancers to head home.

You went back to the dressing room and wiped off the stage makeup and changed back into the leggings and sweatshirt you had arrived in.

“Thanks for everything, it was nice to meet you,” you smiled and waved at the wardrobe assistant as you headed out.

“(YN)! Hey, wait!” You heard Gerard calling. When you turned, he was hurrying down the hallway toward you.

“What’s up?” You asked with a smile.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go grab dinner? Or if you’re busy tonight, some other time, I mean, whenever,” he rambled nervously running his hand through his red hair.

“Sure!” You smiled. “Yea, I was just gonna go home and make some mac and cheese.”

Gerard laughed. “I know a diner with a great baked mac and cheese.”

“Then it’s a date,” you nodded.

Gerard smiled and took your hand as you headed out for your date.

#gerard way x reader #Anon #gerard way fan fic #gerard way fan fiction #gerard way imagine #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fan fiction

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