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preciadosbass · 2 months

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27/7/24 [draft from yesterday, i told you this would be inconsistent]

woke up at approximately 11:20-something and had breakfast cuz i’d already nearly fainted twice. boris was hesitant about sitting next to me on the sofa for some reason, so once i was done i came out with him and took a few videos because i love the way he wiggles around and puts his head back for me to stroke when he sees that i’ve come outside he’s so CUTEEE!!!!!!! anyway, i sort of forgot that my dad had someone coming round to drop off + attempt to fix a stereo and my uncle was coming round to help so i went back in my room when i heard my uncle pull up, unfortunately he saw me in my pyjamas which is embarrassing..

i was supposed to finish watching the rest of jaws 2 when i got back in my room but i forgot and watched insta reels and a few mcr concert videos until i was bothered enough to make this account, make an intro, and post my journal of yesterday. i did that while listening to ls dunes and so much for startdurst [ml]. i downloaded a few too many mikey way gifs and discovered blinkies in the process which i’m super happy about. i wanted to make another collage because it makes me feel like i’m somewhat romanticising my life [even though i only really do it to remember what i’ve done/bought] but i didn’t and still don’t have anything to stick into my book.

at 6, after feeding boris, i listened to a few songs off my new trainspotting soundtrack cd i put up some more photos. i spend barely any time at all doing this because i wanted to write in my code. it took me ages to find a plain book i could write in and after everything i still couldn’t so i decided on using the back of my old poetry book because i didn’t know whether i wanted to rip the pages out or not. anyway, for some reason i started writing about albums and copying out my fav songs from the albums in question. [shown at the end of post] i listened to so much for stardust again when i was doing this [i cant get enough]

i’m not sure how long it took me, but it took longer than usual, which is weird. i haven’t practiced my code in a few months now but once i looked at the alphabet i picked it up again practically straight away. i’m pretty proud of that actually, concidering i’ve made it 10x more complex than it needs to be. like, why did i decide that letter combos like es [etc] are completely different symbols?? anyway, i love being able to write and it be incomprehensible for everyone else apart from myself, even though i don’t tend to write secret stuff in it.

that guy that came over to drop off the speaker left at 7:40 so i was finally able to come out of my bat cave [room] and see boris, yay! i then waited for a while [while listening to danger days] until i could go on a walk with mum and dad. around this time i also noticed something medical that was concerning so now i’m going to the doctors waa — BUT, afterwards my mum handed me an envelope and guess what was inside it..

tickets to see the black charade + fell out boy!!!! [tributes that id been going on about] so that cheered me up, although i’m still anxious, about the medical thing and that in order to see them i have to stay overnight somewhere, which sounds like a petty thing to be stressed over but being away from my cat really freaks me out. i cant let anything bad happen to him.

we ended up being 50 minutes on our walk today. we went to our closest field where you can see the buildings at london and watched the sun set [it went down so fast i’ve never realised how quick it is] + i took a ton of photos. when i got home at 10 i calculated my cals [392 today] and had one of those powdered milkshakes because my entire body felt like jelly. i finished off listening to danger days and started watching beetlejuice cuz for some reason i’ve never watched it before even though tim burtons involved in it. it was really good, i love films like that. and i love sylvia, she’s so cool.

after the film had finished i napped for 10 minutes before i came up to my parents to talk and ask if boris is going to be okay [it sounds stupid i know, i’m hopefully going to be tested for OCD] and it ended up taking over 2 hours and we got into a huge argument. i really don’t blame them for being mad, i know most parents wouldn’t put up with my ‘compulsions’ every night like they do, they just dont seem to acknowledge what must be going on in my head for me to genuinely feel like i have to ask them these things in order for him to be awake in the morning.

i feel so ungrateful, though. they try so hard for me and i keep them up every night and they think i mean to. i dont even feel like whatever’s making me think i have to do these things is me at all, if that makes sense. so yeah, i spent most of the night hyperventilating until i finally went through my routine of questions and could go downstairs. then i did my teeth and said goodnight to boris. he started purring before i’d even stroked him which was adorable. he made me feel better.

have a good day/night -_<

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samyelbanette · 1 year

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In May 2021, I saw some random shitpost saying “Finland’s Eurovision act is giving the emo kids everything they want.”

Being an MCR stan at the time, I was like hm? well, I’m an emo kid. let’s see what this is about.

I was pleasantly surprised to discover that I could watch the recording of the Semifinal, legally, on Peacock. I had watched ESC once before, in 2016. But for years after that, there was no way to watch the contest in my country (at least, not without a special cable television package that I obviously didn’t have 😭). It’s never been a popular show in the United States. But.

I saw Blind Channel perform Dark Side and I immediately thought omg, they sound just like Linkin Park. I tend to think of LP as a nu-metal band, and not an emo one. But I went through a huge LP phase back in high school, so ofc I loved the song.

I demanded that my friend (who, like most Americans, had never heard of ESC up until that point) come over and watch the Grand Final with me. He went out and ordered a copy of Violent Pop the next day.

….Ironically, it took me longer to get into BC. Like. The day after ESC ended, I watched the Died Enough For You MV on YouTube, and I thought it was great. But my mind was (hyper)focused on someone else.

Måneskin won ESC 2021, and I developed an immediate special interest in them (along with a huge crush on Damiano lol). This house was in a Teatro D’Ira lockdown. I had no interest in listening to anything else but that - and Il Bello Della Vita - on repeat. I watched all the interviews and obsessively worked on a Damiano/Reader fanfic.

But then in August, something happened. My laser focus on Må began to fade. Balboa was released as a single. BC performed at Allas Sea Pool. And suddenly I was reading Niko/Joonas fics every day.

My one-track mind had switched to a different track. And there was no going back.

In October 2021, I wrote Flufftober With Blind Channel (a huge reader-insert oneshot collection). As of rn, that’s still my #1 most kudos-d fic on AO3. 😅 And then in December, I wrote my first Joeleksi fic, as part of a holiday gift exchange.

I watched Blind Channel perform on Finnish television for New Year’s Eve. And when February came, I watched them perform again at UMK 2022. I cheered for The Rasmus when they won the competition, but they never stole my heart. BC still owned it.

On March 3rd, 2022, I finally saw BC live for the first time. It was in Warrendale, Pennsylvania, on Day 1 of their tour with From Ashes To New. Their first performance on American soil.

And then on April 11th, 2022, I saw them again, at their headline show in New York City. I had the honor of meeting one of my fellow fanfic writers, pastlink! And then I met Niko and Joel after the show. 😍

It was one of the best days of my life.

Time continued to pass. ESC 2022 came and went. Kalush Orchestra were…fine. They deserved to win, but they didn’t stay on my mind after the credits rolled. Not like BC did.

LOTSAD dropped in July 2022, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be.

In October 2022, I wrote Flufftober With Blind Channel 2, this time focusing on M/M relationships.

On November 18th, 2022, I saw Måneskin live for the first time (ironic, given that I loved them first). It was at this show that I had the honor of meeting another BC writer, lnights, in person. 🖤

Then, in December 2022, I moderated my first ever fandom event - BC Blood Mass. There was some controversy in the beginning, but it ended up being a huge success. I’m still so grateful to everyone who participated.

On May 13th, 2023, the ESC Grand Finals came around again. And I finally got to do something, that I hadn’t been able to do in 2021 (or 2022): vote for Finland. 🇫🇮

On May 16th, 2023, I saw BC live for the third time, when they returned to the US and opened for Lacuna Coil. This time, I got a picture with Joel, Joonas, Olli, and Aleksi. It ended up on Joel’s Instagram story, and when I checked my notifications the next day, I got emotional.

Dozens of people from Finland and Germany and other places around the world, who I would’ve never encountered without this silly band, were saying:

Look. That’s Kelley. We know her. She’s our friend.

….And now it’s September. Goddamn. I’ve been in this fandom for two years now. I’ve written thirty-four BC fics. And I’ve made so many amazing friends. There have been many times where y’all have been kinder to me than my own family. I’m so happy to have gotten to know all of y’all.

…And there’s still more to come!!!

BC Blood Mass is coming back for December 2023. BC’s fifth album is going to drop sometime in 2024.

I can’t wait to see where this Wolfpack takes me next. 🐺🇫🇮🖤

#I got emotional and rambly about BC lol. sorry. 😅

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effrvsnt107 · 7 months

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I’m going to make a TenAmy playlist. You inspired me. Now do you have some really good song recs, pretty please?

Omg whatttt I’d be more than happy to!! I’ve already made one (their silly cannot be suppressed anon I’m glad you get it) these all have the sameish vibe so I hope you have a similar music taste/vibe of them. MAKE SURE YOU SEND IT TO ME WHEN YOU MADE IT!!

I saw this in a very good elevenamy playlist and since then I haven’t been able to stop myself from listening. It’s 2010s so it’s Amy’s vibe yk? It’s her period of music and it feels like it. “The stars are made of holograms.” “It was a lovetap for all we know.”

On a elevenamy playlist again, but it is also tenamy. They fall in love in stages her whole life. “He’d do the nappies” (use that as ten’s want to be human and lowkey want a family, melody pond and the fact he is a father) and “lots of people think [he’s] gay” and that’s cool because he is a little.

It’s not living if they aren’t with each other, yk? The only man who is even real to her is an alien who crashed into her garden at the age of 7. If he doesn’t have a companion he isn’t living because he longs to show the universe. Plus, if you view the hypothetical like I do, he has just condemned his whole species back into a time lock of self appointed ‘hell’ he is doing everything to seem chill and normal in front of her. But when you are him, you can’t be normal about that. And she likes that.

THEIR SONG. THIS IS THEIRS AND I WILL SCREAM. She’s got a boyfriend (fiancé or husband whatever) but he can fill his shoes. The Doctor vs a nurse, childhood dreams vs the adult explanations of her. Plus, they look quite alike if you squint and see them doing the same pose.

“You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways. You play forgiveness, watch out here he comes.

He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you imagined when you were young”

Not sure why, but I see it. Maybe it’s P!ATD that’s doing it because they’re very 2010s tumblr girl and as you can see, I dig that vibe for them. Maybe it’s the Vegas being associated with gambling and the whole these of the song being performance and they lyrics “we gotta be starting something, would you change it if you could?” And I’m just like. Them.

Maybe the instrumental is pushing me to say this, plus “you and I were made of glass, we’d never last”

Early 2000s song so it’s kinda him. She will be loved for him, he keeps dropping her off and he’s done it so many times but he still wants her and she still wants her raggedy doctor (who in the tenamy would that be his name? Not sure give me thoughts)

Amy is cool yk

Fun fact, listened to this is Tesco’s for the first time and I didn’t think about it again until tenamy. No idea if it’s about an affair or something else, it just feels them.

I haven’t gathered the e edgy tenamy songs that I’d imagine heartbreaking edits to just haven’t been discovered (except maybe Ghost of you by MCR) so unfortunately you don’t get the angst.

Those are my tenamy’s! I tried to stop myself from adding any Taylor Swift/Lana Del Rey/The Smiths because one i add one about 50 billion of their coke to mind. BUT THATS IT (for now) ILY TAKE CARE

#i hope you get the vibe #if you don’t like the music that’s ok #these are just my recs (with reasons as to why)#🍎

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golbrocklovely · 2 years

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since twitter's dying....

here's the last bit of colby's tweets from 2019.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

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@/badboywolfy: Country Road gonna go down in history as a cult classic

Dec. 1 - you know it

in the middle of it all

Dec. 4 - i’ve never felt more connected to the universe than i have this past week. it’s the weirdest thing

Dec. 8 - something’s watching over me

Dec. 10 - seeing MCR perform live in 10 days and i am definitely not okay

@/andrearussett: IM SO JEALOUS

i’ll send you a video of me in the pit

Dec. 11 - i loveeee twitter (reply to someone who said something mean, i assume. bc even i back then didn't get to see the tweet lol)

i want a hairless cat

Dec. 12 - sorry truth, dyin young, demon youth

(okay from this point down, it's mostly all fans asking questions, so whatever is indented is his response)

@/ColbyBrock i hope you know that we love you a lot

Dec. 16 - and i love you all too

@/ColbyBrock how is your mental health?

Dec. 17 - you know, life always has its ups and downs and it’s been super stressful recently to be honest. but i’m happy! and that’s all that matters. things are getting better

what's the first emo song you can think of off the top of your head (the tweet said something like this, but has been deleted since)

Dec. 18 - from first to last - emily

favorite series so far

definitely the one we just filmed ! it just gets more and more intense .. i hope you’re ready

@/ColbyBrock what’s one thing you’re looking forward to in 2020 ?

focusing on positives, leaving the negative people and comments behind

(haha......... IF THEY ONLY KNEW)

@/ColbyBrock what’s ur advice for 2020

i wanna challenge people to work on spreading love instead of hate 🖤 not really advice hahah but i think the internet has turned into a darker place this past year, and i really want people to think before they speak or tweet or whatever. spread love !

@/ColbyBrock do you think you’ll dye your hair a different color soon

hahah every single day i get people wanting something different. i’ve just learned to stick with what makes me happy .. but always open to suggestions 👀👀 maybe a dark purple next ?

@/ColbyBrock do you have any plans for your birthday yet

nah. i’ve been so busy i haven’t even thought about my birthday

@/ColbyBrock do you ever get nightmares about being haunted?

all the time. my minds been fucked.. not to scare anyone but i’ve been in so many dark places and after awhile it sticks with you in a way

@/ColbyBrock do you have any regrets about past videos or are you proud of everything you’ve put out?

i’m insecure about so many videos of me on the internet i wish you all knew

(he really knows how to make me sad....)

@/ColbyBrock what do you think about us? the fandom?

i LOVE you guys. you’re hilarious. all i can ask is if people will try to get along and be kind to each other. you’re all my family, leave the negativity and mean comments behind

@/ColbyBrock you should get a dog.

ugh i wish. i wouldn’t be able to love it and care for it like i’d want to or like it would deserve

@/ColbyBrock do you ever get annoyed of us?

hahah not in the slightest. but some of you can say some pretty mean things which i try to ignore now. no point of me giving that attention ya know ? love you all tho no matter what. say whatever you want

we love you colby and im sorry abt the mean people

it’s okay 🖤 90% of people are super nice and dope and that’s all that matters. comes with the job i guess

@/ColbyBrock are you answering questions for a youtube video but giving answers now and reading the reactions??

nope! sometimes it’s fun to just respond to as many people as i can. it’s been a while

@/ColbyBrock would you rather look at the stars or listen to the rain?

i like this. probably watch the stars with someone special

@/ColbyBrock what is your favorite thing to do on your free time? do you like to write? or anything?

believe it or not i’m kinda a loner .. i like to spend time by myself. usually just listening to music or watching dumb videos on YT

@/ColbyBrock if you could say something to your younger self, what would it be?

stop being so insecure kid , you’re okay

what's one thing we don't know about you? (or something like that)

i don’t have it all together like people think. every day is a journey to find myself, and that’s okay!

@/ColbyBrock I'm dying to know… Do you write poems?

maybe a lil here and there 🤐

@/ColbyBrock whats your advice when you’re in a kind of dark spot atm 🙈

take one step at a time. everyday needs to be a work in progress. or at least that’s what i’ve been trying lately

@/ColbyBrock did you dip

i’m about to , it’s getting late. love you all tho. was good talking

i wake up sad for no reason. why?

Dec. 21 - i think i’m gunna try to hibernate for the rest of the year i’ll let you know how it goes

Dec. 23 - i’m so much like my mom , we’re like the same person it’s weird

Really im more like my dad are u a dads boy or a moms boy for me i think ur a moms boy#loveyoucolby

definitelyyyy a mommas boy

Dec. 25 - i still sit at the kids table during christmas even though i’m almost 23 years old

Dec. 26 - you deserve the world !

Dec. 27 - sorry for your loss, im glad you’re ‘over it’.. it’s super interesting how people can choose when they wanna let go. shows you and teaches you a lot about the power of the human mind in my opinion (reply to fan)

i’m looking back at pictures of me in the trap house and damn i went through a chunky phase 🤣curse you taco bell

Dec. 28 - just watched a bunch of old VHS tapes of when i was only 1 year old .. life’s a trip i’m emotional

if i can help, that’s all i want

#colby brock #cb tweets #personal #text

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lirusstories · 2 years

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Run Boy Run - Chapter Four: The Fire Cracker

No Warnings(I believe)

Word Count: 3,906

Wilford wanders around the mall in some random city he poofed himself to, ignoring the weird looks he gets from the strangers. He hums happily to himself as he looks around, the mall itself isn’t terribly big but it does have a lot of interesting shops.

He wonders if he’ll be able to find anything for Dark! Maybe as a little apology gift for cause him more of that boring paper work he’s always going on about.

His eyes light up as he wanders down a certain part of the mall, A Hot Topic catching his eye as he quickly makes his way there. Certainly he can find something there as an apology gift for Dark.

He enters the shop, adjusting his collar, the store is a lot warmer than he expected but oh well, off to find a gift for Dark.

He wanders around, tuning out whatever emo song they have playing, surely something Dark may like, perhaps they have any of those… miniature records?

He can’t remember what they’re called but he’ll recognize them when he sees them.

“They called DVD’s Wil.” Wilford pauses, well, that was odd, a memory perhaps? It sure sounded like it.

Ah well, no time to waste he supposes, shrugging it off as he continues looking around.

However, he is quickly distracted by the amount of shirts they have, staring up at the wall, recognizing some of the bands Dark likes to listen to.

He ends up standing next to a woman whose also looking at the shirts, wearing jean shorts and flannel and surprisingly golden blonde hair done up in a braid to keep from touching the floor he assumes considering the brain goes down to the calf.

She looks at him out of the corner of her eyes and double takes, her eyes lighting up with familiarity and confusion.

He knows she doesn’t know who he is, he’s wearing that glamorous thing that the Magician from McLoughlin’s side of things is always raving about, it seems like it’s one of the few things Dark will agree on with them.

Speaking of McLoughlin, he wonders if the fellow has woken up yet. He’ll ask the next time they visit. Poor Chasey can’t act all the time.

He hums to himself as she turns back to the shirts and asks, “You need help finding someone dude?”

He hums to himself, “Perhaps~”

She sighs before saying, “Do you know what you’re looking for?”

“I’m looking for a gift for my friend I’m just…”

“Not sure what to get him?”

Wilford merely nods as a response.

“Well… What does he like?”

“I’m not quite sure,” He ignores her incredulous look, “He’s very hidey about things he likes but I do hear him hum and sing under his breath. And I know he has some band shirts he refuses to wear in front of people. And make up, he doesn’t wear much anymore but I know he likes it.”

She hums thoughtfully. “Do you know what he hums, can you remember any of the lyrics? And if you want to get him good make up, there's a Sephora in the JC penny here.”

He perks up a bit at the sound of that and tries to recall some of the lyrics. He hums the tune, trying to remember the lyrics but it seems he doesn’t need to as the woman perks up.

“Oh! Mama!” He perks up a bit and looks around, making the women laugh, “No, the song, it’s called Mama, it’s by MCR.”

“Huh, I’m surprised you could recognize it so quickly, Even if you had given me a million years I never would have got it!” He tells her in a surprised and slightly dramatic tone.

The woman laughs, making Wilford grin, what a beautiful laugh. “Yeah, I knew a few people who would have struggled to recognize it before at least Virgil got his hands on them.”

“The part you were singing was “You should’ve raised a baby girl I should Have been a better son.”” She sings lightly and Wilford decides he likes her singing voice, it makes him feel warm it’s… Familiar.

“Huh, those are… Interesting lyrics.”

She hums, “They are but they’re… I don’t know, I guess they’re comforting, they are to me and I know they are to my son.”

“Huh.” It’s quiet for a second before he realizes what she said, “Son???”

She laughs, but the woman couldn’t be older than her mid-twenties, tops. “Yes, my son, he’s 17 and is… Traveling with my brother.”

“Well, you must be magic then, you don’t look a day over 22.”

She laughs, but he can hear an edge of nervousness beneath it that makes him curious.

“Well thank you kind sir, but he’s not my oldest, my oldest, biologically at least, is 19.”

“Well that's quite fascinating, you seem to be as Ageless as my friend!”

She chuckles and just goes, “You’d be surprised. Now, back to what you’re looking for.”

“Maybe one of these,” she pulls out a shirt that's clearly for some band, and by the looks of it, it’s one of the ones he listens to. “What do you think?”

“Perfect!” He exclaims happily.

“Y’know what size your friend is?”

He hums thoughtfully and the woman sighs.

“Okay, how tall is he?”

Wilford raises his hand to about where Dark stands, “Okay good, and now for his build. What's your friend’s body like?”

Wilford blinks before speaking, “Well sorry little lady but he’s not looking for-”

He’s cut off by the woman's sputtering, nervous laugh,

“Not like that! I mean so I can help you find the right size of shirt!” She exclaims, frantically waving her hands in a, please stop, gesture.

“Oh!” That's right! “He’s rather… fit? I guess you could say, he’s certainly not skinny and he is pretty strong.”

She quickly looks through the shirts, the blush of embarrassment fading from her face as she pulls out a large shirt.

“Here, if it’s too big, you can come in and replace it for a medium.” She tells him happily. “Need help with anything else?”

“Yes please! That’d be very appreciated sweet cheeks.”

She blinks before laughing and informing him. “My name is Liru, Darling. It's nice to meet you."

His eyes light up at the knowledge of her name.

"A beautiful name!" He exclaims, bowing in a slightly dramatic way, electing a delightful laugh from the woman. "For a beautiful face,”

He grins up at her as he stands back up, "And a wonderful laugh~" He all but purrs at her.

The woman, Liru, becomes rather flustered, turning a bright pink color that Wilford feels he'd find in his own closet.

"A-Anyway!" The woman stutters out, frantically trying to change the subject. "Your name is?"

“Wilford!” He tells her with a wide grin and she gives a shaky smile back.

“It’s nice to meet you Wilford.” She tells him honestly, even if she is still a little flustered, “Is there anything else you need help with?”

“Yes, please! I am, rather unfamiliar with this place.” He tells her, wiggling his mustache a little that seems to draw her attention, her eyes lingering on it before looking back up at him.

“Well I’ll happily find what you need, let me just grab a few things then we can pay and move onto the next store for what you’re looking for. Sound good?”

Thankfully, her blush is fading as her heart rates lower again as she looks up at him.

“That sounds wonderful!” He answers with a grin and she nods, giving him the shirt for his friend to hold and he takes it happily.

She grabs Virgil a few band t-shirts, a few eye shadow pallets and grabbing a few other things for her brother and other kids as well.

Once they pay for their stuff, leave and are out of the store, Liru asks, “Okay, what are you looking for next?”

Wilford hums, looking around and his eyes light up as he spots a pretzel stand.

“How about some food?” He asks excitedly, already walking towards.

Liru’s quick to catch up, holding her bags close so she doesn’t lose anything. “While Wetzel-”

“You mean Pretzel.”

She lets out an annoyed sigh before continuing, “The name of the stand is called Wetzel Pretzel, I would appreciate it if you didn’t interrupt me while I speak.”

Wilford can’t help but feel rather embarrassed at the scolding, “Yes ma’am.”

She makes a face but doesn’t comment on his use of ma’am, “If you’re hungry, there is a food court that has more options. While I do enjoy their pretzels, they are a bit expensive.”

He shrugs it off, “Small price to pay for a soft pretzel!” He tells her happily, pulling a surprised laugh from her.

“Y’know what? Fair, this is the only place around that sells soft pretzels anyway. So you want a soft pretzel, a Wetzel dog, pretzel bites, or Wetzel dog bites?”

“Wetzel Dog Bites sound delicious!” He exclaims happily, She nods and orders two bags of Wetzel dog bites, he goes to pay but she just waves him away, getting them both lemonade and a couple of cheese dips each.

Once they have their food, she leads him to a table and sits down and they begin to eat. Wilford rather enjoying his food.

“Is there anything else I should know about your friend before we continue?” She asks after a couple minutes of the both of them being absorbed with their food.

“Well, sometimes they prefer going by she… or they.” Wilford tells her, he’s not sure if he could but he doubts she’d have any problems with it if the pink, yellow and blue button on her flannel is anything to go by.

Liru lights up a little, “Maybe we can find something at Spencer’s for them? I’m sure they have some gender-fluid stuff there.”

“Gender-fluid?”

“Someone whose gender changes from multiple genders.”

“Huh. But what if he’s not?”

“Well then you can get something small like a pin or sticker, fold it in with his shirt and if he asks why it’s there you can just shrug it off as it was getting mixed up while getting put out for displayed.”

Wilford looks surprised, “That's, very clever to have come up with on the spot.”

She shrugs, only looking ahead as she munches on her food. “I’m used to thinking of things on the spot.”

“Oh? Tell me, what do you do for a living.” He asks, putting his face in his hands as he focuses on her.

She chuckles as she sits back, washing her food down with her drink. “Nothing really, I’m usually at home, keeping the house clean, taking care of my animals and garden and waiting for my kids or brother to drop by and visit.”

She swallows a bit harshly, thankful that no tears come to her eyes.

Wilford can’t help but be a little sympathetic, with the way she talks she sounds… lonely, he supposes would be the right word but it feels like it’d be something deeper.

“Anyway,” She says, choosing to ignore those aching feelings again, “What do you do?”

“Oh not much, I help Bim out with his Game show and the Jim's with their interviews.”

She tilts her head curiously at him as the names ring a bell but she doesn’t say anything quite yet.

“Those sound interesting, what's the game show and news called?”

Wilford goes to answer before one of Marks and Dark’s warnings flash into his head and he decides against it. “Maybe later.”

She looks at him confused, “O-Okay?”

She watches as he digs into his mini pretzel dogs and cheese, eating away happily before Liru goes back to her own, still confused by his answer but just sort of accepts it. Glamour or not, she can tell he’s rather scattered, she almost wishes he wasn’t wearing a glamour so she could see why but quickly pushes that thought away.

If he’s wearing a glamour he’s allowed to have his privacy, Anti wears one too but she doesn’t pry.

She feels her mouth twitch, almost smiling as she remembers his excited face as she told him about some of the flowers she has and the meanings behind them. She’s glad he agreed to take the bouquet with him, hopefully it didn’t make him uncomfortable but she hopes they help push away what's bothering him and help with his anxiety.

Wilford looks at her curiously, seeing her absentmindedly staring at him, clearly lost in thought. He wonders what she’s thinking about.

It’s not long after that they finish their food and throw away their trash that they’re up and ready to keep looking for gifts for Dark and her kids and brother.

She leads him into a nearby Spencers, his eyes light up seeing the sex toys and games near the back. Oooo! They have lava lamps. He bolts to the back of the store and Liru’s quick to follow, laughing as she realizes where he’s going.

He’s immediately draw to a bright pink and sparkly Lava Lamp.

“You like them too?”

“Oh absolutely! They’re so pretty! I’m surprised I haven’t gotten myself one yet!”

“Well, that sparkly pink one is right there if you want to get it.” She tells him, pointing below the sparkly pink one that's on display. He quickly grabs it with a grin.

She chuckles and grabs a dark purple one as well as a Pastel purple one. And a Magenta one. Wilford looks at her surprised.

“My kids like them, so does my brother But I’m going to need to grab his tomorrow.” Along with a bunch of other things.

Wilford merely nods, “Now, what's that fluid thing you wanted to show me?”

Liru laughs a little and leads him over to the pins and begins searching through them before finding him a pin that's pink, white, purple, black and blue.

He takes it, looking at it curiously. “What's it supposed to be?”

“It’s the gender-fluid pride flag.” She informs him with a light-hearted grin. His eyes light up at the knowledge.

“Ah! It’s very fascinating!” He tells her, she merely chuckles and nods.

“Are you going to get it for him?” She asks. He nods happily causing her to smile softly.

“Is that all you want to get from here?”

“Yup! Let's go pay for our stuff.”

They quickly pay for it, the pins were right next to the check-out so there was no need to search for it.

They quickly leave once it’s payed for, “Now, where’s the makeup store?”

She chuckles and gestures for him to follow her, leading him to a strong smelling store that she makes a grossed out face to before leading him inside.

“Now what kind of make up does your friend wear?”

“The one that goes under the eyes! It’s black.”

She pauses before asking, “As in, Eyeshadow or Eyeliner?”

Wilford shrugs, “I’m not quite sure.”

“Does it look like bags under his eyes? Or Lines?”

“Lines!”

“Eyeliner it is then.”

He grins, he’s rather happy he found her in the store, he's sure he would have gone and mucked something up by now for sure.

She wanders around for a minute or so until she finds what he’s looking for, both of them making a face at the wide selection.

Liru sighs and asks, “Does he use a liquid eyeliner or a pencil?”

Wilford stares, a bit confounded at the selection before him. “I’m… not sure?”

She hums in understanding before asking, “Would you be able to buy one of each?”

He just nods.

She picks up one tube of liquid eyeliner and one pencil of eyeliner and hand them to him, “Here, let's just stick with Maybelline until you can figure out what brand he uses. Is there any other make up he uses?”

Wilford pauses as he thinks, voice becoming a little dark as he speaks, well… “He used to, until a couple of old… roommates laughed at him for it and I haven’t seen him wear anything else since… He really liked dark purple lipstick…”

Liru hums with a frown, she hates people like that. “By the sounds of it, they don’t live with you guys anymore?”

“Nope!” She can’t help but feel a little bit of whiplash with how quickly he perks up again, it reminds her of how her fire cracker used to be. Honestly, everything about this man is like how her fire cracker used to be to the point it’s a little, disheartening.

While glamorous could hide unmarked soul-bonds she doubts he’s wearing one strong enough to hide one, that or she’s just gotten worse than she thought. She quickly pushes that feeling away as she looks up at him, her hearts panging slightly as she does.

“Well… perhaps we can find some for him?”

Wilford pauses for a moment, looking down at her, before grinning widely, his mustache curling with his lips, “I think that would be a wonderful idea!”

Her hearts do not flutter at that smile they do not.

“Great! Let's get him some. Was it shiny or not?” She asks as they walk over to the lipstick section

“Sometimes it was, sometimes it wasn’t.” He tells her. She hums in response, looking over the selection before picking out a dark purple lipstick and near black purple matte lipstick liquid.

“Here, try these for now.”

He happily plucks them from her grasp, nearly brushing his hand against hers and he nearly pauses when he feels something spark and something spacey flashes through his mind.

“Thank you pretty lady!” He says with a cheeky grin, she merely chuckles and gestures him to follow her as she tries to ignore the feeling the spark brought, it’s not him, it can’t be, she wouldn’t get so lucky.

She smiles happily and follows him to the check-out, and once everything is bought they leave the store.

“Is there anything else you’re looking for now?”

He thinks, while he was intending on finding some music for Dark but, he can find some another day when he knows what to look for.

“That's everything! Thank you for your help sweet cheeks~” He says in a cheeky voice, grinning ear to ear. She laughs a bit and just smiles up at him.

Wilford is silent for a moment before he asks, “Can I get your number? I would love to hang out with you again!”

She looks at him surprised, almost questioning before she slowly nods, why the hell not, she needs some friends.

“Yeah, one sec, here.” She quickly scribbles down her phone number, which Wilford is quick to add to his phone.

“And so you have my phone number!” He sends her a text, Liru smiles at the Hello with a pink heart.

"And that's that, thank you for joining me on this shopping trip. I had a lot of fun."

"Me too!"

She smiles kindly up at him before reaching up and patting his shoulder, both of them freeze as it feels like their very beings are reaching out to each other through the now far too thick fabric of his shirt.

A memory, of one of his soulmates, he sees himself walking into a large kitchen, the person in there looking like they’re making enough food for a small village. It’s not the first time he’s seen this place, he’s already met a few of is soulmates, Yan, Mark, Dark… ect. He’s even met ones that have yet to have a past! Like, King and Eric!

He sees a woman standing there, he’s seen her a few times but every time he has he could never seem to actually see her. At least not until now, and her back is turned to him as she hums. She’s just a couple feet taller than him, not counting the horns sprouting from her head. And her hair is that shocking golden blonde that Liru’s is.

He steps into the kitchen, and the woman speaks, her accent, he notes, is similar to Jack and Anti’s but there's, also something else to it.

“Hello darling,” She speaks, a hint of amusement in her voice, “Do you need something?”

And just like that he’s pulled right out of the memory.

Out of an instinct he didn’t even know he had, he looks up, expecting to see the wo- Liru before quickly looking back down at her.

His heart drops a little seeing how spooked she is, her tan skin unnaturally pale as she takes a step back. “I’ll uh, I’ll see you around.”

And just like that she’s gone, quickly rushing past Wilford before he can snap out of his shock and stop her from leaving.

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A few minutes later Liru appears home, quickly tucking her wings away as she enters the living room, pausing but relaxing a bit as she sees Virgil who turned to look at her as soon as he heard her.

He looks at her with concern, “You okay Momma?”

She gives him a smile, “I’m fine kiddo… there was just a lot of people at the mall today.”

He doesn’t quite lose his concerned look but he nods as he sits back down on the couch, as rushes upstairs with the bags.

Thats odd, she smells like bubblegum.

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That night, Wilford is asleep in his bed as he’s plunged into a memory.

“Hello Darling~,” Wilford freezes as he realizes what's going on, “do you need something?”

It’s the same memory that flashed though his mind when he and Liru parted ways today.

The memory of him continues as if nothing of importance is happening.

“My wife~” Past him purrs making the Liru look alike laugh softly.

“Well I’m right here darling~”

Past him hums as he wraps his arms around her waist and peeks out from her side to the food on the stove. “Watcha makin?”

“Beef stew with dinner rolls and salad.” She tells him happily and both him and past Wilford drool at the sound of that.

“That sounds wonderful!” Past Wilford says excitedly, making the woman chuckle and reach down, gently squeezing his hand before going back to the food.

“Do you need any help?”

“Mmmm, Could you set the table? I am almost done.”

“Of course! I’ll be back soon!” He stands on his tip toes while she leans down, letting him kiss her cheek before he leaves, the memory fading as he wakes up.

He stars at his ceiling as he thinks, a pensive look upon his face, the memory flashing through his head and he can feel more so close, yet so far. He thinks back to Liru’s reaction when she touched him, the look upon her face that broke his heart.

Confused, worried… scared…. But, why would she be scared, he knows she has kids, and he knows she’s young. Did she even realize that they were soulmates?

He looks over at his phone as he thinks. He wonders if she’s awake right now, would she even respond. Perhaps she can ask why she fled. In person, of course, he wants to at least talk to her about it.

With a sigh, he reaches over, grabbing his phone and texting her, asking if she’d like to meet somewhere in a day or so. After all, he did promise the Jim(m) twins he’s help with their news broadcast.

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Dany!!❤️ 1, 16, 25, 37, 47, 48

hi fiii!

1 - Are you an albums person or a singles person?

definitively more of a singles person. before tk came i never felt the urge to check someone's entire discography. at best i would get to know an album or two. artists would get their own personal folder on my pc if i liked at least 3 songs of theirs bc that was a lot for me 😂 i'd say i got better with time

16 - A song or album from the 70s:

light my fire by the doors

25 - Is there a song you used to like but can’t listen to anymore because you associate it with someone you don’t like?

mmm the closer i can get is not being able to listen to the way it was anymore (and eventually the whole album for a full year) after my ex broke with me bc some lyrics hit a bit too close and made the song too painful. but i can listen to it fine now!

37 - If you could travel in time and go to a concert of an artist who’s no longer alive or a band that’s no longer together, who would you choose?

i'm completely blanking out on this lol. but i truly regret not going to see brandon for his only italian date for the desired effect tour, god knows he could have cured me from the deep depression i had that year lol but i was too chicken to go to milan alone back then. also depeche mode playing in my city but i was studying for my graduation exams so i decided it was better if i didn't go (in the end i did fuck all till the last minute, twice, both for the written and oral ones and my friend went without telling me, i'm still so incredibly bitter about that)

47 - Is there an artist you used to dislike but learned to like because of a friend’s influence?

i don't think so, but i caught the mcr worms bc of two mutuals posting about the current tour, does that count?

48 - Who’s an artist you think it’s criminally underrated and deserves more recognition?

lame answer but tk... as popular as they are i don't understand how they aren't so popular they fill stadiums on the regular and have their tickets go sold out in less than 2 hours... like better for us for sure but why aren't them the most popular rock band out there? but this is probably just me being up their ass since 2008 lol. also alan wilder's solo project recoil. weird music but it's so good

the ultimate music asks

#ecouter bien #dany answers #ask games #my answers be like: how can i make this about tk?

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They’re trying out new fashion over ice creams :) Hordak isn’t quite sure he likes it yet… but Entrapta, Wrong Hordak, and Emily are all having a great time!

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Not a kid

Pairing: Frank Iero x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: lots of smut, oral (male receiving), sex, fingering, age gap, mentions of abuse.

Summary: the reader works with mcr, and has a crush on Frank. Little does she know he wants her too.

Author note: first of all this is mostly just smut, and I wrote it in an hour. It hasn't really been edited, sorry! Second of all, I do not in any way condone or approve of such big age gaps when someone is so young, there are times when it is truly innocent but the majority of the time it is grooming. If you have struggled because of things like that, please do not read this, and I'm here if you need someone to talk <3

It was like a dream come true. At only 20 years old, you was working for your favourite band: My Chemical Romance. Sure, all you was doing was helping set up the stage but you still got to tour with the people that literally saved your life! It was a miracle you had already gone a few months and hadn't gotten fired due to not being able to concentrate. The initial star-struck awe had washed off, but your crush on Frank Iero hadn't. Though that had lasted years it only grew more intense once you got to know him.

One night, not long after you met, Frank found you backstage. You was curled in a ball, cold and crying. It broke his heart. Without thinking, he grabbed his jacket from the side of the stage and draped it across your shoulders. But you didn't hear him and flinched.

“Geez, Frank, you scared me!” you said, frightened, sad, angry and embarrassed all at once.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You just look really cold.” he crouched down beside you, and you tried not to panic. “What happened?”

“I- it's fine, really. Just some things happened a while ago and it's coming back now, you know?”

Frank rested his hand on your arm and said, “If it's making you cry, it's definitely not nothing. You seem too strong for that.”

You blushed furiously and turned away.

“You don't have to talk to me about it, but please talk to someone. If you leave whatever this is inside, it will only take you down.”

“I don't have anyone else to tell.” you said quietly, head turned away from Frank. But he heard you.

“Then I'm listening.” Frank settled down next to you, prepared for anything. You didn't want Frank to see you like this, but you needed to talk to someone.

“It's just that- OK, so my ex, he- well it wasn't really his fault- I mean, I guess I kinda deserved it, I was being annoying and led him on and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow your roll. First of all, I don't know what happened but it doesn't sound like your fault, if he hurt you in anyway you did not deserve it, OK? Look at me,” Frank gently cupped your face and looked deep in your eyes. You were so scared he could see your broken soul. “You deserve heaven, not some hell spawn.”

There was hope in your eyes for a moment before he turned away.

“You're young, you'll find someone. Just not him, OK?” Once you nodded, Frank added, “so what's been happening and how can I help?”

Months later, you couldn't fall asleep, too busy daydreaming about Frank. He was just... Everything. But you're just some kid in his crew, you have no chance. Get real, he'd never want you. The voices were relentless. You got up to go for a walk.

You still had the keys to the venue, which you gladly opened and went immediately to the stage. There was just something so soothing about the view from there. It made you want to sing, dance, play. Just perform in anyway you can. Feel alive.

The stage was comforting but not enough. You saw a guitar side-stage and picked it up, and started strumming a tune you wrote, sitting on the edge of the stage. As always you played it until you got stuck- that incomplete song, the ending you just couldn't find.

“Here, would you let me try something?” Frank's voice came out of nowhere, and once more you started. You turned around to see Frank in a plain black shirt and some PJ pants. Before you could ask, he shrugged and said “Yeah, I couldn't sleep either. Mind if I join you?”

“Ah, sure, go for it,” you said, a little intimidated that the Frank Iero had heard a song you hadn't finished writing.

Frank sat next to you, legs off the front of the stage. He watched you try to play that last bit, and saw how you got stuck.

“Would you let me try something?” he asked, voice so soft it sent a chill down your spine.

“Sure, go for it.” you were about to hand him the guitar, but then he was behind you, chest against your back, holding the guitar around you. He gently placed your hands on the frets, and said in a low voice “like this,” as he played for a second.

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on the music, but you could feel Frank against you. You took a deep breath and played. It was perfect.

You shifted and turned your head to look at Frank as best you could.

“Thank you,” you said, trying to keep your eyes on his. But you watched as his fell to your lips, then back up. You could feel his breath brush your face. You both lent in a little, and as you closed your eyes, Frank spoke.

“I.. I can't I'm sorry.” With all the self restraint he had, he turned away, and stood. “You're just a kid, you work for my band, we... this can't happen.”

You huffed. “Frank, I'm not a child...” the anger ran out. “But I guess you're right. It's wrong, we shouldn't.” You put the guitar down, stood up and started to walk away.

“Y/N, wait,” Frank begged.

You kept walking.

“Y/N, please. Please wait.”

You stopped but didn't turn around, fearing your tears may fall, and if he held you, you couldn't stop yourself.

“You deserve better, alright? Remember when I told you that you deserve heaven?” Frank sighed. “You're an angel, OK? You deserve better than someone twice your age.”

“Well damn it's creepy when you put it like that.” You said, trying to make light of the situation.

Frank chuckled. “See? Gross, right?”

You smiled, then spoke. “Frank, you don't get it. I'm an adult. You're an adult. You're not some older dude, you're a hero. I look up to you, I... I really like you. I can't turn off my heart, I don't care if it's wrong.” You turned around.

Frank walked over to you, and in a low voice, murmured, “You really mean that?”

“Yes.”

“And you're sure you want this?” Frank was standing impossibly close to you now, and you shivered.

You nodded.

“Verbal, please.”

“Yes, Frank. Hell, I've wanted you forever.” With that, Frank's hands were cupping your cheeks as he kissed you deeply.

The kiss wasn't cute. It wasn't a soft first kiss, but rather a passionate need for each other. And like fuel to a fire, the heat only got stronger. Frank had one hand on your cheek and the other around your waist, pulling you closer, and you had one hand on his chest and one in his hair, which you lightly tugged, causing him to gently moan into you.

The two of you ducked backstage, where Frank spun you against a wall and kissed you even harder. Your lips were both getting swollen but neither of you were willing to come up for air. You pulled Frank into you and felt him get hard. You smirked into the kiss as he slipped a hand under your shirt, stopping to check for permission. You took off your shirt, and Frank moaned.

“How the hell are you so sexy and you're not even naked?” He asked, kissing your neck. Your giggle turned into a moan as he sucked and pushed his leg between your thighs. You bucked your hips before you could think about it.

Kissing once more, you pushed Frank away from you and against the wall, watching him smirk. You kissed deeply and began to palm his boner through his pants. Frank gasped into the kiss, and you used this to your advantage, exploring his mouth. You stopped kissing him and frank groaned, disappointed but not going to push you.

Then you dropped to your knees. Frank's eyes widened and his hand ran through his hair.

“Yes or no?” you asked.

“Mmm,” Frank said, struggling to think with the girl he liked for months now kneeling before him.

“Verbal, please,” you teased with a cocky smirk. Frank scoffed, and teased you back, making you hair into a ponytail with his hands and guiding you closer to his cock.

“Yes, please,” was all he said.

You pulled down his pants and boxers, and bit your lip at the sight of him. Frank took a deep breath in anticipation. You began to stroke him slowly, and he let out a loud moan when you kissed his tip. Then you licked a long strip before taking him in your mouth.

When you did, Frank gasped and pushed his head against the wall. You hollowed out your cheeks and started to bob up and down, rubbing what you couldn't. Frank groaned and bucked his hips without thinking.

“'M sorry,” he said, trying to hold himself still. You released him with a 'pop'.

“Frank, I don't care if you buck your hips, you have no idea how long I've wanted this,” you said, immediately sucking him off again. Frank let out a loud moan and started to guide your head up and down his length. You built up speed and Frank bit his lip as you moaned around his cock, the vibrations driving him wild.

“Y/N, I'm close,” he said, stopping guiding you, giving you the choice. After sucking him a little more, you stopped.

“Fuck, you taste so good. But,” you paused, taking a breath, “I really need you in me.”

Frank wasted no time pushing you shorts and panties down in one go, leaving them around you ankles. Kissing you deeply, Frank rubbed your clit a few times, causing you to gasp, before suddenly pushing two fingers inside you. He curled them and ever-so-slowly pushed in and out, feeling you clench around him.

“Please stop teasing me, just fuck me already Frank!”

“Baby, you're so wet and desperate for me. Do I really turn you on that much?” he teased, rubbing your clit at the same time. Your only response was to moan and grind down into his hand.

Frank pulled out and slowly sucked each finger. You bit your lip, watching is mouth. Frank lined himself up, but before pushing in, he looked deep in your eyes.

“Just say the word, and I'll stop.”

“Please don't.”

With that, Frank kissed you harshly and entered you. Both of you moaned into the kiss, and after a moment, Frank lifted you up against, your legs around him, and fucked you hard. His thrusts were near violent and his kisses passionate. You had trouble moving your hips as you were against the wall.

Feeling Frank twitch in you, you knew he was close. You clenched around him and pulled his hair a little as he lift kissed along your neck. He pounded into you at a relentless pace, and you could feel the pit in your stomach as your orgasm built. It wasn't long before Frank found your g spot and started to rub your clit, pushing you over the edge.

You cried out in bliss, Frank slowing down to let you ride out the high, before pounding into you even harder, desperate to cum himself. He was about to cum when he stopped.

“Wait I should pull out.”

“No, please, cum in me.”

“How the hell did you get even hotter with one sentence?” Frank said. You merely laughed, then moaned as Frank's fingers found your clit once more. “Cum with me?” Frank asked, but you both knew it was more of a statement. You'd come together.

Frank built his pace back up, both of you moaning, feeling, kissing, panting. After a minute you felt Frank cum deep inside you, face scrunched up as he groaned and shot his load. The sight and sound was enough to make you cum again, clenching around Frank. The two of you rode out the high, breathing hard, exhausted.

Frank put you down, and you both breathed hard. You expected frank to grab his pants and leave, but instead he kissed you softly. So softly you barely felt it. Then once more, just a little harder. He stopped, but he didn't pull away, leaving his forehead pressed against yours. His eyes were still shut, savouring the moment when you opened you eyes.

When he opened his, he smiled immediately. You laughed a little.

“What?” he asked with bright eyes.

“It's just I never thought I'd get to have sex with Frank Iero when I couldn't sleep because I was thinking of fucking you.”

“That's why you couldn't sleep?” you blushed and looked away “Same reason!”

You both burst out laughing and began to dress.

“So,” you said, pulling your panties and short back up, “does this mean you feel the same?”

Frank heard the anxiety in your voice.

“Y/N, I really like you. I have since I saw you but I knew that this would be kinda wrong.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “But yeah, I like you.”

You pulled your shirt back on and smiled, both of you walking out from the curtain wing and across the stage.

“I know you think it's wrong, and it probably is a little, but is there any chance you'd maybe want to go on a date?” You asked.

“If you're OK with it, I'd like you to be my girlfriend, if that answers your question.”

You beamed.

“I say yes if you do.”

Frank smiled, and helped you jump from the stage. His hands stayed around your waist, and he kissed you. You could feel the smile on his lips.

“Definitely.”

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Elvis Music Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @lindszeppelin and @bisexualwvtson to do this. Thank you so much, guys! You are both so sweet to think of me! 💖💖

Last Elvis Song You Listened To: “Funny How Time Slips Away”

Current Elvis Song Stuck In Your Head: “Make The World Go Away”

Favorite Live Performance Moment: Oh jeez...that’s really hard to narrow down. There are just so many to choose from that it’s nearly impossible to pick just -one-! I guess if I had to pick, I’d have to go with his Return to Tupelo performance, where he’s decked out in the gold lamé jacket. If that man wasn’t an icon before that moment, he certainly was after -

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Favorite Genre/Era You Like To Hear Elvis Sing Most: It’s another hard one to answer! Because as the years go by you can hear his voice strengthen and become fuller. I love the early/mid 50s just for the fact that you can hear baby Elvis and pick up on the beginnings of that world-famous voice. But in the 70s, he’s got that perfect pitch and tone and no matter how sick he was, that voice never lost that richness that I can’t get enough of.

Current Favorite Elvis Song (bc how can you pick!): Snowbird (a personal favorite of mine)

Elvis Song You Tend To Skip: Hmm...it’s rare that I’d skip one...some of the more religious ones (unless I’m in the mood for it), or anything that’s too country.

What Kind Of Music Did You Listen To Before/Besides Elvis: You mean I listen to anything other than Elvis?? 😅 Honestly though, it depends on my mood! I love classic rock (GnR, Mötley Crüe, Led Zeppelin, etc), Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix, MCR (who I’m going to see in concert soon!), and any one else that piques my interest.

Are You Collecting Elvis' CD's, Cassette Tapes, 8-Tracks, or Records? All of the above! I have a growing vinyl collection that I’m so happy about, but I’ve also found his music on tape and CD, so I end up adding those to my collection.

Is There Any Other Music You've Started Listening To Because Of Elvis: Nothing really, if I can be honest. I do love listening to 50s-era music sometimes, but Elvis was such a big personality and his music is all-encompassing that he just surpasses everybody.

Last Live Performance You Were At: Jeez...I think it was back in 2019! Slash and Myles Kennedy came to my area and I just -had- to see them. I also saw Duff McKagan that same year 🤘

If You Could Have Been At Any Of Elvis' Live Performances, Which Would Choose: Oh man…that’s a tough one, because there are so many perfect ones…The Louisiana Hayride, The 68 Special, or his concerts in the 70s…I don’t know if I could narrow it down to just one. Just to be able to see him at all would be a dream come true! 💖

This was so much fun to do, guys!! I don’t know who else has been tagged, but I’m going to tag - @if-i-can-dream-of-elvis, @aconflagrationofmyown, @karamelcoveredolicity, @troubleinapinksuit, @eliseinmemphis, @presleyonfilm , @ash-omalley @succsessions , @sapphirescripts and anyone else who’d like to do it! 💖💖

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20 Questions for Writers

Thank you @cheesyficwriter for the tag!

How many works do you have on AO3?

What's your total AO3 word count?

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How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

As of now, I have only written for Harry Potter; however, in February I began several LOTR/Hobbit WIPs that I have not yet published. The first one is due out at the start of September though!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In Another Universe: Hermione Granger is brilliant: she completed her PhD in Linguistics at 25, and is the youngest faculty member at the University. Ron Weasley, an unruly quantum physicist... well, he's getting there. But when Granger gets stacked with a project she hates and has to talk to other scholars at the University, their paths cross and become permanently intertwined in a way neither of them could've ever anticipated. (Slow Burn Multichap Muggle Uni AU) Rated T.

Rosebury Grounds: Lady Hermione Granger has been reared up in society, to marry well and be a good housewife, like any good Edwardian lady, but that's far from what she wants. When a handyman by the name of Ronald Weasley joins the house staff, utterly disarming her from the moment they first meet, he might just be the opportunity she needs to break loose and choose her own destiny.Lord Draco Malfoy has a secret— a secret he knows would cost him everything if it ever saw the light. But it's getting harder and harder to keep it from his father, because Draco keeps bumping into a pair of emerald eyes and a head of lush black hair, and he can't pretend his knees don't buckle at the sight. Which would be quite alright, if not for one small problem: it's not a woman they belong to.Two tales of forbidden love, set in Edwardian England. (Multichap Muggle AU) Rated M.

Something Growing: Hermione’s pregnant— and she’s freaking out. She’s always been good at everything, but she’s not sure that’ll hold for being a mother; however, when Ron gets home earlier than expected, she realizes she doesn’t need to be great at everything so long as she’s got him beside her. (Oneshot) Rated G.

Big in Japan: Harry Potter is a famous rockstar out on a world tour— but when one too many meet-and-greets threatens to drive him insane, he takes an escapade out into the streets of Tokyo, where he ends up at an expat bar with a captivating redhead that seems totally unaware of who he is, or why she should know him at all, for that matter. (Muggle AU oneshot) Rated E.

Teaspoon Vindication: After escaping Malfoy Manor, Ron comes to visit Hermione in her room at Shell Cottage, and does the one thing that may be the hardest for him— talking about his feelings. (Romione oneshot)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try my best, though I don’t always get to all of them! My reasoning is that if folks are kind enough to tell me how much they enjoyed my writing, the least I can do is thank them for their lovely words.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

The Last Farewell! It’s a Wolfstar oneshot, set in canon universe, where Remus comes to Sirius’s grave to ask for his blessing (and forgiveness) to marry Tonks. It was angst central from the start and I even wrote it while listening to an angsty song.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I generally write happy, fade-to-black endings, but if I had to choose I’d say Truth or Dare. This is a male!Hermione x Ron summer camp AU born of a game of spin-the-bottle/truth-or-dare that ends with them figuring out their feelings go beyond friendship. I say it is the happiest ending because I think the “boy figuring out he likes boys” scenario has been overdone in angst a bit too much, and the fact that the feelings are reciprocated and they decide to stay in touch would make me giddy if I was their age and in their shoes. Anyway, it’s just a sweet ending.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

Not at all— I actually don’t like crossovers at all, so I have never even entertained reading, let alone writing, one. (No hate at all to those with imaginations large and strong enough to conjure up awesome crossovers— I am in awe of you all, they’re just not for me!)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Never, luckily, since the Romione community is so lovely and supportive! But, though not outright hate, for a while I had an anonymous FFN reviewer who left reviews on every chapter of Rosebury Grounds saying that my title was a porn/sex act...? I was distraught and scoured Google to see if they really were right and this was some obscure euphemism I’d entirely missed, but turns out it wasn’t, and they had gotten confused with a vulgar but similar term. So I ignored those reviews but they kept coming and then eventually one time I found a 500 word very graphic description of the sex act in question in my reviews, so desperate was the reviewer (apparently) to get their (wrong) point across. Yikes.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! I’ve written a lot and of many kinds— explicit, implied, just foreplay, fade-to-black, referenced... I’ve written both M/F and M/M.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No— I didn’t even know that was something I should worry about!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I speak fluent Spanish, so I’m planning on translating In Another Universe and Rosebury Grounds myself once I’ve finished the latter.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, the most I’ve done is beta from the plot-building stage!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Gahhhh don’t make me pick! Romione (HP) is first in my heart because I see so much of myself and what I want in it, but Samfro (LOTR) is, to me, the truest depiction of love in all of literature, ever. I will forever come back to it.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I hope to finish my Hogwarts Actually series that I started for Romionecom (hi, Discord friends!) inspired by Love Actually. I have it all planned out, translating all the relationships in the movie to HP pairings and friendships, and all I need to do is write— but I think I’ll come back to this periodically and unoften. Hopefully I’ll finish it!

What are your writing strengths?

I like to think that I write good and witty dialogue. I’m a theatre person, so I think my dialogue sounds mostly natural when spoken. I also have a good sense of beginning and ending, so most of my works/chapters start and end with a memorable phrase of some sort. I also have excellent grammar and spelling, so except for a few occasional typos, that makes the job of proofing much easier!

What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I sometimes write sentences that are waaaay too long and convoluted. I use words that are too big sometimes and just take approachability from my writing. Fanfic has been excellent to practice correcting this, though!

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

As a bilingual writer myself— don’t write dialogue in other languages unless you speak it well or get it translated directly through someone who speaks it well. Though I appreciate the effort, I can always tell when something was put through Google Translate, and that kind of dialogue most often ends up lacking the context clues/colloquial familiarity of real language speakers, and ends up sounding stiff and forced.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I’m not proud of it, but I used to write MCR RPF back when I was 13 or so. It was a very brief stint and I have since deleted the works in their entirety, since my principles have evolved to the place where RPF to me seems disrespectful and invasive. Plus, it was on Wattpad.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Again, don’t make me pick please!! I truly have had a lot of fun with Rosebury and I think it is a testament to how much I love it that I was able to keep the idea on hold for a full six months before I started writing it. I love the Downton setting and the Edwardian dialogue is a lot of fun to me. But I also have a soft spot for the In Another Universe original oneshot I submitted to the RFF2020— that work awoke my love for Muggle AUs (which I like to think I’m most known for), inspired me to start work on my first multichap fic, and keeps me coming back to it anytime I have doubt in my ability to write swoonworthy scenes. It was the oneshot that started it all.

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I Choose Defeat

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Angst, Drama

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 5. Prompt: “Killing Romance.”

When Gerard makes the decision to ‘kill’ My Chemical Romance, your hidden feelings for him, turn to despair. You’re crushed by the reality that he’s no longer your bandmate, but you try your best to move on. Four years later, you have a quiet life in New Jersey - and a child that isn’t is. But, when you get a call in the middle of the night, asking you to get the band back together, you find yourself jumping at the chance.

You and the other members of My Chemical Romance, sat around a coffee table, at Reprise Records headquarters. You sipped from your mug anxiously, unsure why Gerard had called this meeting.

Is this about the new studio space?, you wondered. He did say he wanted to build a new recording spot, on his property, so that we’ll have an easier time, putting together the rest of the new album.

But, something in his melancholy expression, told you that he wasn’t here, to show off blueprints. His hazel eyes seemed to stare right through you.

You glanced at Frank on your right, and Ray and Mikey on your left. They seemed nervous, too, as they waited for Gerard to speak. The silence in the room was deafening.

“So,” Gerard said finally, “I’ve decided I quit.”

“What?” you blinked.

“I no longer want to be the vocalist of My Chemical Romance,” Gerard spelled out. “I’m out.”

Four jaws dropped in unison. The mug nearly fell right out of your hand.

“That means that My Chemical Romance is….over with,” Mikey realized. “I mean, there’s no way in hell that we could continue the band without you.”

This much was obvious - Gerard was the group’s leader. It’s visionary. A drummer, such as yourself? Potentially replaceable. But the vocalist, lyricist, and frontman? No way. If he was done, his departure would be a bullet between My Chemical Romance’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Gerard sighed. “I’ve been trying, to act like everything’s fine, and keep working on new songs with you guys. But….my heart’s just not in it anymore.”

“What about the new album?!” Frank interjected. “The demos we’ve been working on so far….I thought those songs really had potential!”

“The guitar parts you wrote were good, Frankie,” Gerard admitted. “If you want to take those melodies, and recycle them into a new project, at some point? You definitely have my blessing to do that.”

“Frank might be fine forming some new band, with new people,” you said, tears forming in your eyes, “but, what about me? What am I supposed to do?”

You had dropped out of school, years ago, when Gerard asked you to drum for his band. And the truth was, that you had nothing to fall back on. You’d spent the last decade of your life, focused on nothing, but being in My Chem. Now, that career was just….gone.

“I was talking to Andy Hurley the other day,” Gerard said calmly. “He said, that when Fall Out Boy broke up, he became a touring drummer, for some other bands. Like, I think he went on the road with Earth Crisis for a while.”

“Oh, so you just have all the answers, is that it?” you snapped. You didn’t think, he’d really given that much thought, to how this would affect you, at all.

“Y/N, come on,” Ray intervened, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You have to admit….the last tour, was really hard on all of us.”

“He’s right,” Mikey sighed. “We were constantly jet lagged. I was eating No-Doz like candy, just to stay awake, during some of our shows.”

“I...I never said being in this band was easy,” you stammered, “but that doesn’t mean you just give up!”

“I can’t force it, if the passion’s just not there anymore!” Gerard insisted. “Do you remember the last show we played?”

“Yeah, what about it?” you demanded.

“I wasn’t even looking at the fucking crowd,” Gerard confessed. “Or at my mic. My head was somewhere completely else. I was looking at the sea, in the distance. I didn’t want to be on that stage. And I know that our performance suffered, because of that. It wasn’t my best work. If I can’t give the fans the show they deserve, I’d rather not do any more shows, at all.”

“You didn’t feel happy at all, when you were playing with us?” you realized.

“No,” Gerard said bluntly. “I felt nothing.”

Your chest hurt, and your eyes welled up with tears. Nothing?

Being onstage with Gerard, watching him sing, from behind your drum kit, was euphoria to you. A high that no drug could match. Listening to the crowd sing along with him, as you played your heart out....those were always the best nights of your life. But, clearly, he didn’t feel the same way, that you did.

You always thought you’d have more time with him. Whether it was in the studio, or on tour….you’d taken for granted, that you would have another opportunity, to tell him how you really felt.

You’d had feelings for him, for a long time. To put it frankly, you were in love with him.

I told myself, that as soon as we finished the record, I would confess my feelings to him, you recalled, your hands shaking. I didn’t want it to affect the work we were doing in the studio, so I was going to wait. But now the fifth MCR album, is never going to exist!

Even if your fantasies of dating him never materialized, you thought you would always have him, as a bandmate. Even if we never became boyfriend and girlfriend….we would still travel the world together, as singer and drummer. That was something I thought I could always rely on!

Now, everything you thought you’d have, was up in smoke. It was like the rug had been pulled out from under you.

“Gerard, how could you?!” you cried, unable to stop the tears, from falling from your eyes. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want to be in any band, if it’s not with you!”

“Y/N, I’m sorry…,” Gerard began, seeming taken aback, by how deeply, his words had wounded you.

“Save it!” you barked. “I don’t want to hear it!”

You grabbed your keys, and stormed out of the room.

“Y/N! Wait!” Gerard cried.

His voice didn’t stop you. If nothing was what he felt, sharing the stage with you….then, nothing was exactly what you would be to each other, from this day on.

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FOUR YEARS LATER

You’d moved back to New Jersey, after the band broke up. Los Angeles held nothing for you anymore, but memories. All you wanted was to forget.

You’d tried to fill the void in your heart, by blowing money on vinyls. You thought maybe, if you turned the volume all the way up, and made the whole house shake with sound, you wouldn’t be able to hear Gerard’s voice, in the back of your head. I felt nothing.

Your time together had been special to you….but, clearly, you thought, it hadn’t been special to him. So, when the guy at the record store, had asked for your number, you’d given it to him.

You thought you could get over Gerard, by jumping into bed with someone else. Patrick certainly wasn’t unattractive. And, he was never unkind to you. When he told you that he loved you, you said it back.

But…..you didn’t mean it. Deep down in your heart, you knew you were still in love with Gerard. And the worst part was, Patrick knew it, too. So, the relationship failed. Of course it did.

But, it had left you with one good thing: a child. You loved your daughter, even though you didn’t love her father. Motherhood had given you a reason to get out of bed every day. Even if you felt like your life was in shambles, you still had a responsibility, to be there for her.

She looked up at you, with innocent blue eyes, as you tucked her into bed.

“Mommy need hug?” she asked, holding her teddy bear tightly.

“No, sweetheart,” you sighed, ashamed that your mental state was so obvious, even to a toddler. “Mommy’s okay.”

You thought to yourself, as you kissed her goodnight, that she might be the only person in this world, to ever truly love you unconditionally.

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You were sitting at the kitchen table, alone with your thoughts, and a glass of Pinot, when the phone rang. You wondered who it could be, at this hour.

“Hey, Y/N,” said a familiar voice, when you picked up.

“Frank?” you blinked. “What’s up?”

“How are you doing?” your former bandmate asked gently.

“Pretty good,” you lied. “It’s been a while.”

“It has,” Frank admitted. “I just got done with a tour, not too long ago.”

Right, you remembered. He’s got his own little solo project now.

“What are you calling yourselves these days?” you asked. “The Cellabration?”

“No, it’s The Patience now,” Frank corrected. “Man, I really wish I could have convinced you to join us. You know you were my first pick, for a drummer.”

“You found a better one,” you shrugged. “I bought a copy of your CD. It sounds like Matt Olsson is doing a hell of a job.”

“I’ll tell him you said that,” Frank chuckled. “You been up to much, music wise?”

“Nah,” you confessed. “I mean, I did a little production stuff, for an indie label, here in town. But mostly, I’ve just been living off royalties, and child support.”

“Fair enough,” Frank replied. “How’s the little one doing?”

“Lena‘s doing great,” you smiled. “She’s full of energy, like most three year olds are.”

You heard Frank laughing.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I still can’t believe,” Frank snickered, “that you named your daughter Helena.”

“Of course I did,” you said wistfully. “Of all the songs we ever composed together, I think that was my favorite.”

“Honestly, it’s one of my favorites, too,” Frank confessed.

“How are Lily and Cherry?” you asked. “And Miles?”

“The twins just had their seventh birthday,” Frank said proudly. “God, they’re getting so big. And Miles just started kindergarten, he loves it.”

“That’s great,” you smiled. “Lena and I, should come over and visit you guys soon.”

“I’d really like that,” Frank agreed. “I mean, you’re right down the road, after all.”

It was true - Frank, was the only other former band member, who had returned to New Jersey, after things went south.

“....That’s actually part of, what I wanted to talk to you about,” Frank said, after a moment.

“What do you mean?” you wondered.

“So….you and I, still hang out all the time,” Frank began.

“...Yeah?” you nodded. Where was he going with this?

“But, you also visited Ray not too long ago, right?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah, last fall,” you recalled. “He invited me down to his house in California. He wanted me to play drums, for a track on Remember The Laughter.”

It had been nice to see him again - and even nicer, to get out of the East Coast snow.

“But, while you were in LA, you also hung out with Mikey, right?” Frank asked.

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “He asked me to go to a Dodgers game with him, while I was in town. It was pretty fun. He was asking me for parenting advice the whole time, because Kristin was pregnant with Rowan.”

All of the former members of My Chemical Romance were parents now….except one. But, you didn’t want to talk about him. To your chagrin, this was the exact person, whom Frank asked about next.

“What about Gerard?” he demanded.

“What about him?” you scoffed. Even after all this time, thinking about him, still hurt.

“I was texting Gee last night,” Frank explained. “Y/N….he told me that you haven’t gone and seen him, even once, since the day the band broke up.”

“It’s true,” you admitted.

“Shit, man,” Frank swore. “It’s been four years. Do you really hate him, that much?”

“I don’t hate him,” you said softly.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Frank tutted. “Was it really necessary, to block his number?”

“It was,” you insisted. “I have nothing to say to him.”

“Well,” Frank revealed, “he had something, that he wanted me to say to you.”

Your eyes widened.

“What is it?!” you demanded.

“Damn,” Frank teased. “You sound pretty eager, for someone who refuses to speak to him directly. For the record, it’s kinda childish, if you ask me! You and I are both in our thirties now - and he just turned fuckin’ forty. And I still have to be a go-between, for you two?”

“Just tell me what he said, already,” you said impatiently.

“Fine, fine,” Frank sighed. “I’ll get to the point.”

“Well, what is it?” What could he possibly have to say, after all this time?

“He asked me,” Frank whispered, “if you would be interested, in getting the band back together.”

You dropped the phone in shock. It hit the tile floor, with a crash. You were lucky, that the noise didn’t wake Lena. You bit your lip. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t.

Was this real?! you thought, your hands shaking. Oh, god, please let it be real.

You’d wanted to hear those words for so long. Despite all your anger and resentment towards Gerard….you wanted him, to miss you. You wanted him, to want to get onstage with you again. Because deep down….you still wanted, that, too.

You picked the phone up off the floor, and pressed it to your ear again.

“Damn, Y/N, what was that?” Frank gaped.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I can hear you now. So….tell me again? Exactly what he said?”

“He said he wants to get all five of us in a room together,” Frank explained. “Just...try and jam for a little bit, and see where it goes from there.”

“Where?” you asked. “LA, I’m guessing?”

“Yeah….”

“Ok, when?” you interrupted. “I can try and find a sitter, to watch Lena for a weekend, so….”

“Slow down!” Frank urged. “What the fuck, Y/N?”

“What do you mean, what the fuck?” you asked, eyes narrowing.

“You just told me, you haven’t said two words to Gerard, since 2013!” Frank reminded. “Now, all of a sudden, you’re chomping at the bit, to get on a plane, and go see him?”

He had a point. You hated yourself for this. You’d spent the last four years, trying desperately to forget about Gerard. Now, as soon as he dangled the possibility of a reunion in front of you, you were wagging your tail like a dog for him.

He still has me in the palm of your hand, you realized, cheeks burning. I hate it.

“We weren’t sure,” Frank confessed, “if you would want to be part of the reunion at all. You guys didn’t leave things on the best of terms. Like...when you see him again, what the hell are you gonna say to him?”

“I….I don’t know,” you realized. You thought about it for a moment.

“One thing’s for sure,” you decided. “If My Chemical Romance is having a reunion, you’re sure as hell, not gonna have it without me.”

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You hesitated in the studio doorway, your hand shaking on the door handle.

Come on, you told yourself. You’ve come all this way. The flight from La Guardia to LAX was seven hours long. You had all that time, to talk yourself out of doing this. But, you’re here now. You’ve decided this is what you want.

Steeling yourself, you turned the knob, and entered the room.

He was there, as soon as you walked in. His hair was a natural brown now - not the short blonde it had been, the last time you’d seen him. It had become streaked with grey - but, then again, so had yours. Despite the lines of middle age, that had now begun to crease his face, he was still so, breathtakingly handsome.

“Hey, Y/N,” Gerard said, his voice melting you like butter. “You look great.”

You didn’t say so do you - even though it was true.

“H-how you have been?” you asked, trying to hide your shakes.

“I’ve been well,” Gerard smiled. “How’s Patrick?”

“We’re divorced,” you said dryly.

“....Oh,” Gerard gasped. “Oh, fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“You would, if you shot me an email, once in a while,” you snapped, remembering that you were supposed to ‘hate’ him.

“Oh, so my number’s blocked, but an email’s fine with you?” Gerard huffed. “How am I supposed to know that? The telephone works both ways, you know.”

“Guys!” interrupted the voice of the reason. “Can you not? Please?”

“Ray!” you gasped, turning to face your frizzy-haired friend. “How are you? It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you, too, Y/N,” Ray smiled. “I missed you.”

“I missed you guys, too,” said another familiar voice, as Mikey entered the room.

“Hey!” you smiled, walking over to greet him. “How’s the baby doing?”

“She’s beautiful,” Mikey said proudly. “How’s Helena?”

“Little Lena is getting bigger every day,” you smiled. “She’s adorable.”

“You can compare baby pictures later,” joked another voice. “I’d win that contest, anyway. I have three cuties at home.”

“Hi, Frank!” Mikey grinned. “How have you been, dude?”

“Pretty good,” Frank smiled, setting down his guitar case. “Looks like the gang’s all here.”

You looked around the room, scarcely believing it was true. But, you didn’t have to pinch yourself. It was real- all five members of My Chemical Romance, were together again.

“Are you ready to jam?” Ray grinned.

“Absolutely,” you said, surprising yourself.

“What should we play first?” Frank asked, taking his guitar out of its case, and hooking the strap over his shoulder.

“Good question,” Gerard shrugged, walking over to the microphone stand, and adjusting it to his height.

“What about ‘Helena’?” Mikey suggested, tuning his bass.

“Sounds good to me,” you replied. You sat down, behind the drum kit, that the studio space owned. You still had your original kit - with the Danger Days “Exterminate” drum cover - in your basement, back home.

You picked up your sticks. It had been so long, but holding them in your hands, felt so right, in a way that you couldn’t describe.

“Ray, you wanna start us off?” Gerard asked.

“Alright,” Ray nodded. “One, two, three, four…”

He began to play the opening notes, that you knew so well.

“Long ago,” Gerard crooned, “just like the hearse you, died to get in again…”

Your cymbals joined him - and at just the right time, too. Like muscle memory coming back.

“We are,” Gerard sang, “so far from you!”

Mikey and Frank’s parts kicked in, and you felt a wave of adrenaline, that hit you so fast, it almost made you miss the beat.

“Burning on…,” Gerard continued, surprisingly in-key.

“Just like a match you strike to incineraaaaate!” Ray harmonized, “the lives of everyone you knoooow!”

The two men sounded incredible together, given that the last time they’d performed this song, was 2012. It was like riding a bike, you realized. You guys had played this one together, so many times, that it only took being next to each other, to unlock it all again.

You felt a wave of nostalgia, as the song continued:

And what's the worst you take (worst you take)

From every heart you break (heart you break)

And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)

Well, I've been holding on tonight

What's the worst that I can say?

Things are better if I stay

So long and goodnight

So long not goodnight

“....Fuck, that sounded so good!” Gerard grinned, stopping after the chorus. “I thought we’d be really rusty!”

“I know, right?” Ray laughed.

Suddenly, Gerard’s smile faded, as he turned back, and looked at you. “....Y/N?”

“What?” you asked. “I agree, that was decent.”

“Y/N….you’re crying,” Gerard said softly.

“Huh?” you blinked. You set your drumstick down, and touched your finger to your eye. It came away wet.

Fuck, you realized, he’s right. You hadn’t even noticed. Despite the sharp words you’d exchanged, when you walked in the door, playing together, had made your true feelings plain. You had missed this. You had missed this so much.

“I….I think I need a smoke break,” you stammered, and headed for the door.

“Y/N! Wait!” Gerard called. It sounded just like deja vu.

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He found you outside, holding a cigarette in your shaking palm. You could barely see the lighter through your tears. The stupid flame wouldn’t catch.

“You want me to get that?” Gerard offered.

“No!” you sniffed. “Just, go away!”

Ignoring you, Gerard took the lighter from your hand.

“Here,” he said, and lit the cigarette for you. You took a drag.

“....You want one?” you offered, awkwardly handing him the pack, as you wiped your eyes.

“Nah,” Gerard shook his head. “I quit.”

“...Did you really?” you blinked, surprised.

“Yeah, just this year,” Gerard nodded. “I figured, if we were gonna do this, I wanted to make sure, that my lungs were in good shape.”

“....How long have you known, that you wanted to come back?” you wondered.

“Not long,” Gerard confessed. “Honestly, I thought you would say no.”

“To you?” you laughed, bitterly. “Never.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gerard raised an eyebrow. “I thought you can’t stand me, these days.”

“Gee,” you sighed. “Listen….I never hated you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“It wasn’t hate, that kept me away,” you confessed. “It was love.”

“Love?” Gerard repeated, confused.

“You broke my heart,” you explained, “when you killed the band.”

“Yeah, all the guys were heartbroken, when I told them it was over,” Gerard acknowledged.

“No,” you shook your head. “You don’t understand.”

“Then, explain it to me!” Gerard demanded. “Nobody was happy with me with that day, but you’re the only one who cut off all contact afterwards! And I have spent every day, of the last four years, wondering why!”

“Because I was in love with you, you idiot!” you cried.

Gerard gasped, staring at you in shock.

Fuck, you trembled. I can’t believe I said that out loud.

“You….wanted to be with me?” Gerard asked, eyes wide.

“Of course I did,” you said, beginning to cry again. “But, you didn’t even want me as a bandmate anymore - let alone a lover. You didn’t feel a thing - you gave up our life’s work, like it was nothing to you.”

“Y/N, I was relapsing,” Gerard said softly, staring at his shoes.

“You….you what?”

“During the World Contamination Tour,” Gerard admitted, shame-faced. “The stress of being on the road, it was just too much for me. I was seven years sober, and I fell off the wagon. I hated myself for it. But I knew, if we started another album cycle, and went on another tour, after that….I was going to do it again.”

“That’s why you wanted to quit the band?” you realized. “I never knew….”

“You never let me explain myself!” Gerard reminded. “You just took off!”

“B-but, I never noticed you drinking, when we were on tour….” you stammered.

“I hid it well,” Gerard sighed. “I didn’t want to disappoint you. You thought I was such a great guy….I didn’t want you to see the truth about me.”

“You are a great guy, Gee,” you assured him. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t gotten so angry at you, for making the choice you made, if I had known how badly you were struggling, on the inside….”

“It was kill the band,” Gerard revealed, “or fall back into the bad habits, that were going to kill me.”

“I….I don’t want you to get killed, Gerard,” you sobbed. “I would never, ever want that. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, for how I’ve treated you, this whole time….”

“I’m sorry, too,” Gerard said, reaching a gentle hand up, to wipe the tear from your eye. “I’m sorry, that I was so self-absorbed, that I never realized, how you felt about me.”

“I hid that well, too,” you confessed.

“I would never have wasted the last four years of my life like this,” Gerard sighed, “if I had known, that my feelings were reciprocated.”

“Re…Reciprocated?” you repeated. No….could he mean….?

“After you went back to Jersey,” Gerard bared his soul, “I felt like there was a hole in my heart. And I didn’t know why. By the time I figured it out - by the time I was sober, and mentally stable again, and the type of man you actually deserved - goddamnit, Y/N, you were married to someone else!”

“I only accepted Patrick’s proposal, because I was pregnant,” you admitted, embarrassed. “And I only slept with him, in the first place, to try and convince myself, that I was capable of wanting, somebody who wasn’t you.”

“But….you and Patrick split up,” Gerard realized. “Fuck. Y/N. If I had known, that you two weren’t still together….I would have been on a plane to New Jersey, months ago, begging you for another chance.”

“I don’t want him,” you cried. “I want you, Gerard. I always did. I wished Lena was yours, because the wanting never stopped. I want you still!”

“Then, be mine, damnit!” Gerard cried, and took you in his arms. He kissed your tear stained face, and your sobbing finally stopped, as his lips crashed into yours.

He tasted so sweet….everything you’d wanted, and more. It was like a dream come true.

“The guys are waiting inside,” you reminded, “for us to go back in there, and play some more songs with them.”

“Let then wait,” Gerard shushed you, pulling you in again. “I’ve waited four years for this.”

He kissed you, and you felt as if you could fly. All was, finally, right with the world again.

#gerard way x reader #gerard way imagine #band member reader #gothtober #damn I actually really like how this one turned out #I was listening to Forget Me Too by MGK while I was writing it #idk the vibes are the same

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years

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lights will guide you home (Tokoyami Fumikage X Reader) PART 1

I’m back ya’ll~. Serving ya’ll up with some ANGST!!

I’ve been wanting to try my hand at making a semi-long story consisting of some bittersweet angst with my bird boi Tokoyami~. I dunno, I heard about three different songs and for some reason they made me think about him, the mood of the song I guess... but I hope ya’ll enjoy~.

Summary: “This will be so much fun.” You had said before and during the Summer Training Camp because you were going to be with your crush Tokoyami, but... things happen.

And it finds me The fight inside is coursing through my veins And it's raging The fight inside is hurting me again And it finds me The war within me pulls me under And without you The fight inside is breaking me again

-’Fight Inside’ Red

The red woman from Game of Thrones liked to say that ‘the night was dark and full of terrors’, but tonight the night was dark, but cool and serene. The moonlight lit up the darkness provided by the night sky as you looked up with a melancholic glance and a bittersweet glimmer in your eyes.

Something about the light that made you comfortable even though the darkness could also be soothing. However, you assumed that it had to do with your light-based quirk. You could see light in many things, even in the gloomiest and haziest of situations.

Light is what made everything clearer, light is what allowed you to see things when everything was too dim or too hazy, whether it was in a dark room or a dark memory.

Light was your clarity.

And clarity was something you had slowly gained over the past week after everything that’s happened to you.

It’s only been a week and yet you could still remember everything that happened at the Summer Training Camp. Everything.

The good memories and the bad ones. No, how could you forget the good memories? You were with your friends, you were training hard alongside them and you were with Tokoyami. The boy you’ve had feelings for since the first time you met in class.

It was awkward at first, but it helped that you weren’t much of a talker yourself, so the small moments you and he spent indulging in a little bit of small talk over things like quirks, music, horror movies and Gerard Way were moments you loved. You feared that you sounded dumb at times but the raven never judged you, he had a lot of respect for you and you especially respected the hell out of him too.

Then there was Dark Shadow, who was oddly just as kind as his host was, just much more expressive and childish. But sweet, you adored the shadow and never hesitated to give him head pats and scratchies, much to Tokoyami’s immense embarrassment as he would try to make Dark Shadow stop acting like such a needy dog. It was moments like that that made you adore him all the more, him and his quirk.

He was such a chivalrous and kind boy, no ulterior motive to him whatsoever. He had no real vices that you could think of, nor was he a pervert.

You liked him, you liked him a lot.

Part of you almost believed that he knew it too, because after all Tokoyami was a smart guy even if his grades didn’t always show it. And you weren’t wrong, he did know it, but didn’t have the heart to confront you about it because he didn’t know how he would talk to you about it. Also, it stemmed from insecurity that he wouldn’t be able to be a good potential partner to you, so he was perfectly content with being a good friend to you and always being there for you.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t gain feelings for you too. Something about your kindness, the light in your eyes and your little giggle whenever you were excited. How he loved to hear you laugh...

The most mirthful sound that the gods could never replicate...

Unlike him, you had no idea if he felt anything else for you other than friendship, but you knew that he valued you and cared about you. And for now that was enough for you. Moments with him like that you cherished and adored, and it didn’t stop when you and he trained with the rest of your classmates at the summer camp.

But of course, there were the bad memories too. How could you forget those? You desperately wanted to but you couldn’t…

LAST WEEK…

You were so excited for this Test of Courage challenge as you giggled a little bit and stood by Tokoyami and Shouji, “Isn’t this exciting? I’ve always wanted to do something like this. And I have a feeling that this will be so much fun~…!” You whispered to the two males, both looking as expressionless as ever but that was just their natural default look and they paid their full attention to you.

“Revelry in the dark.” Tokoyami nodded in agreement and repeated that little phrase he’d been uttering, and this was the fourth time as you giggled at this. And just hearing it made his heart flutter a little bit and he couldn't help but feel just a little more bashful.

“It’ll certainly allow us to practice awareness of our surroundings.” Shouji also agreed with you as you smiled and gave him a thumbs up, “Totally… I need to work on that more. But I think I’ll be okay, whoever’s sneaking around won’t be able to get me. Not when I can… light em up~.”

You brought your hand out to create a small ball of light thanks to your quirk ‘Light Construct’ which let you control light and use it to make anything, but you favored making balls, a sword and wings. It was useful in combat to blind opponents especially.

Ah it was something Tokoyami was still fascinated with despite his penchant for the darkness. Your quirk was something positive, which was kind of ironic given your sarcastic sense of humor. Still, Tokoyami knew your heart and he admired how your quirk reflected that, because sometimes you could light up the darkness in his gloomy world. Literally and figuratively.

“I trust they won’t be able to sneak up on you (L/N). Not with your power. Light is what draws the terrors out of the shadows. If anyone can win this game, you can.” He said with admiration in his tone which made you blush and smile, “Hehe, true that~ And thank you!”

As much as you wanted to keep chatting, you had to do this thing and you had to go to Izuku since he was your partner, “Good luck Tokoyami. Shouji. I’ll see ya’ll back at the place, maybe before we go to sleep we can either listen to some MCR or watch the Cabin in the Woods on my phone and discuss which of our classmates would be the classic horror archetypes and who would get killed first.” You said with a little smirk which made Tokoyami chuckle a little bit. There’s no way he was turning down that offer.

“I would like that.” He said politely as Shouji nodded while you walked off with Izuku.

Shouji was well aware that his friend clearly had a crush on you, so he would do his best to be the wingman for him. And Dark Shadow for that matter.

‘You got a crush on (L/N)~!’

Tokoyami could hear him already teasing him telepathically, and although he wasn’t one to be flustered, such a (correct) accusation still embarrassed him as he could feel heat rising on his cheeks. ‘B-Be quiet! I do not…’ He claimed, but his shadow knew better and he wouldn’t shut up about it even as he and Shouji left to go into the trees.

You were smiling as you made your way to Izuku…

At least… until it became clear that something was very, VERY wrong and it all happened so fast that you had no idea what was going on until Mandalay sent everyone a message and urged everyone to go back to the pro-heroes and fight back if necessary.

You were ready to do so, but then Izuku told you to just go to the rest of our classmates and try to help them out as much as possible and let him find Kota to take him back to the place. So you did and activated your light wings.

Oh no, you should have stood with Izuku because you had no idea what he was doing or what kind of danger was looming over him. You should have stood with him, you should have…

But you also had to look around for your classmates, you had to find Ochako, you had to find Tsuyu, you had to find Shouji, you had to find Tokoyami…

Tokoyami…

Where were they? Why was it so dark? Dammit, your quirk worked better when it was daytime with the sun, and although the moonlight helped your wings weren’t as bright as they normally were in the daylight.

But then something sharp suddenly pierced through the air and just in time you moved away before it could cut through your skin although your wings automatically dissipated in that moment of distraction and you hit the ground with an ‘OOF!’

“(L/N)?! Is that you?!”

You sat back up when you heard Tokoyami. He saw the light and knew that belonged to your quirk so you were quick to get up to go follow their voices, “I’m here! I’m here!” You ran to both the males and Dark Shadow who were alert and waiting for the lurking villain to come out of hiding.

“Be careful (L/N)…” Shouji quietly whispered to you with one of his mouths as you nodded and brought your hand up to try and see if you could find this punk who was hiding. “What the fuck was that…?” You quietly whispered as you stood among your two friends.

“We don’t know. Stay alert though… this person’s quirk is long-range.” Tokoyami replied to you while he and Dark Shadow were still on alert, uncertain just what was going on, but he just knew that whoever this guy was, he was close and he had a long-range quirk based on the fact that he attacked you while you were in mid-air.

If what Mandalay said was true then there really were villains in the midst, and that meant there was one right now in the dark. Anything can attack you in the dark, because the dark played tricks on people…

You were proven correct when one of the same blades you saw nearly sliced through Tokoyami until Shouji quickly pushed him back to take the attack at the cost of one of his arms.

“Shouji!”

You and Tokoyami cried out his name as you activated your wings to become a distraction and get that villain away from him, you couldn’t let Shouji or Tokoyami get hurt. You had to protect them both.

“HEY!” So you called out the villain as you flew, “Show your face you pussy!” You outright challenged whoever this villain was if it meant getting him away from your friends but you gasped when you saw only a glimpse of his face under the dim moonlight...

His teeth were like blades and his face was ugly, body bounded by a black straight jacket as he gave a raspy chuckle, “Flesh, flesh, sweet soft flesh!!” The man cackled as another blade came your way so suddenly out of the shadows and stabbed you right into your shoulder.

“GYAH!!” You couldn’t stop the agonized shout leaving you as the pain made your wings evaporate, “(L/N)!!”

You heard Tokoyami scream for you as you fell, he wanted to reach out for you but he stopped as soon as he saw Shouji retreat out of the bushes so he could catch you. Shouji was hurt… one of his arms was gone… your shoulder was bleeding…

As you grunted in Shouji’s arms you clutched at your bleeding wound, “(L/N) are you…?” But before Shouji could even ask if you were okay, his eyes started to widen when he saw the rage in his friend’s eyes, his quirk manifesting in a blind fury and festering rapidly.

How dare they? How dare they hurt his friends? How dare they hurt someone so good and kind? How dare they hurt you?

This villain… he could not be forgiven…

“I’ll... KILL YOU...!!” As his shadow roared, Tokoyami didn’t hesitate to let him attack as soon as that villain reappeared to try and attack him, and an enraged Dark Shadow struck with such brutal force that the tree his claw smashed was broken in half without a bloody mess occupying it.

The villain was fast, he kept moving even as the shadow attacked him again and again until he grew larger and all the more outraged as he let out an otherworldly roar much to the horror of you and Shouji.

“T-Tokoyami!”

You couldn’t help but reach out to him and cry out for him, as if hoping that calling for him would snap him out of his rage. Wide, shocked red eyes met your terrified, worried (E/C) ones as it momentarily brought him back as you started to smile a little bit…

Only for that to fade into a horrified look when Dark Shadow continued to roar and tried to viciously swipe at you, but Shouji quickly grabbed you and jumped away just in time before the shadow could mash you into a bloody paste.

Tokoyami shouted when for a moment, he thought his quirk was going to kill you and Shouji, but to his relief you both got away, but he couldn’t stop it… he couldn’t stop Dark Shadow, he couldn’t control him anymore.

It was raging…

It was raging so angrily, so violently no matter how hard Tokoyami tried to get him to stop…

He couldn’t stop it…

“Tokoyami…” You whispered sadly as Shouji carried you and ran away from the incensed shadow so neither of you would get hurt. It broke your heart but you knew that it was the right thing to do.

You both needed to hide.

“(L/N)… you’re hurt… can you move…?” Once you and Shouji were away far enough from Dark Shadow, he inspected your wounds as you weakly nodded. “I-It hurts like a bitch but… I’m okay… I-I can… I gotta keep going…”

He didn’t protest to this, because he knew that even through pain you tried to pull through things. And he thought that maybe, just maybe you and he could save Tokoyami and stop Dark Shadow before he spirals further out of control.

Dammit, you wanted to try and help but, in the darkness, and in this thick forest of trees the moonlight couldn’t give you enough light for you to generate a light bright enough. Shouji didn’t blame you though, you couldn’t help your quirk’s limitations.

You just had to find someone like Todoroki or Bakugou…

A blessing in disguise met you as you held onto Shouji when he heard Izuku coming and quickly, he swooped in to get him out of the way when Dark Shadow’s claw nearly got him too.

“Shouji! (L/N)!”

The first thing he noticed what that you and Shouji were injured, but that was also what you and he also noticed on Izuku.

“What the fuck Midoriya…? Your arms are fucked up even more…” Despite your cursing, there was nothing comical in your tone. And Shouji knew it as he commented on how his injuries were not normal at all.

But then you both quickly told him what was really going on at the moment, and how dire the situation was with Tokoyami as the three of you all saw him, engulfed by the power of his Dark Shadow.

“STAY AWAY… FROM ME…! YOU’LL DIE!!”

You furrowed your brows when you saw him like that, stuck, powerless and taking a backseat at the mercy of Dark Shadow. That quirk was that powerful without any light, and it honestly terrified you and had you scared for your friend…

“Tokoyami, no!”

As Izuku shouted for his friend, the three of you had to remain hidden so neither of you got turned into paste. You were shuddering as you stood behind Shouji, albeit also quietly fretting over how horribly injured Izuku was.

This was supposed to be fun… why was this all happening…?

You thought in horror until Shouji told Izuku how this happened and how Dark Shadow went berserk in accordance with Tokoyami’s anger, indignation and remorse altogether. It was both horrifying and fascinating how this kind of power exploded without any light as you could hear the shadow roar and smashing through trees and thick branches.

All it took was a small snap from a twig Shouji accidentally stepped on and WHOOSH, the shadow struck fast but your friend moved swiftly as you grabbed onto him to get away. The shadow became a beast, whatever sound was made, whatever move anything unfortunate enough to get in its way would be attacked, killed…

“FORGET ABOUT ME…! GO…! FIND OUR CLASSMATES… PROTECT THEM INSTEAD…!”

Tokoyami’s desperate shouting made your heart ache as he tried to made Dark Shadow to stop and begged him to calm dow, how could you just leave him like this? It didn’t feel right. No, this was wrong… you needed to go save Bakugou from getting taken by the villains but you couldn’t just leave him like this…

Wrong… it felt so wrong…

“If we can bring him to a fire back to camp…” You could hear some of Shouji’s words, but not all of them as you were both really scared and really worried that you almost didn’t hear what they were saying. But you knew what the plan was, after you explained to Izuku that you couldn’t do it because of the weak lighting not being enough to make a light strong enough...

Nonetheless, the three of you made a plan to save both Tokoyami and Bakugo. It was crazy as hell and possibly suicidal but at this point it was all the three of you had. Your wings would guide these two to camp, and also allow Dark Shadow to follow you.

Was it insane? Absolutely?

Were you reluctant to do this? Duh. It’s highly likely that you were going to die now.

Were you doing this for Tokoyami? Hell yes…

“The things I do for love.”

You quietly groaned to yourself you glanced over at Izuku and Shouji, “If we die for Bakugou Midoriya I’m gonna kill you.”

As if to put SOME light on this situation you had to say at least SOMETHING kinda funny, which the boys noticed and gave you a weak chuckle before the three of started to move…

FAST…

As your wings lit up, this didn’t go unnoticed by Dark Shadow the second he saw light, something he hated the most and wanted to destroy…

“WORTHLESS LITTLE FIREFLY!!”

The shadow bellowed as soon as it saw your wings and he struck but you moved fast in terror, and you couldn’t see the horrified look on Tokoyami’s already distressed face as he struggled and shouted at the mercy of his shadow.

“NO! (L/N)! Get out of here!! What are you doing?! Fly away!!”

What were you doing? Couldn’t you see that he was dangerous? Run away (Y/N)! You’re going to get hurt!

And you were so afraid of that happening but you couldn’t stop now, you had to save Tokoyami and protect your friends and your classmates.

“We’re going to save you Tokoyami! It’s all right!!”

So you tried, you really tried to shout out to your friend in hopes that it could at least give him a little bit ease and it worked… but it wasn’t enough as Dark Shadow kept rampaging and destroying everything it it’s path as you shouted and had to dodge some of the flying debris.

“Leave me (L/N)!! Please!! Save yourselves!!”

“I’m not leaving you!!”

You shouted with tears in your eyes as soon as you saw the tears streaming down his face, you’ve never seen him cry before, let alone show this much emotion…

But you gasped and winched when a large branch nearly hit you and it urged you to fly away as fast as you could and followed Shouji holding Izuku. The moonlight was your only source of power now and you prayed that it didn’t fail you as you kept going, keeping an eye on your friends and glancing down to make sure Dark Shadow didn’t get them.

“YOU’RE IN THE WAY!!”

A vicious, furious roar reverberated through the air as your (E/C) eyes went wide and a rush of horror began to stream through your veins as you gasped when you saw the ginormous entity right behind you. He was so close that you could barely react on time.

“(L/N)!! Look out!!” Shouji and Izuku shouted when they looked back to see your flight slowing down when your nerves got the better of you.

“(L/N)!! GET AWAY!!”

You were so scared you didn’t hear Tokoyami’s desperate screams for you to fly, fly away far away from him until his pained and struggling shouts snapped you out of it.

Flapping through the cool air, he chased you and he wouldn’t stop...

SLASH! SLASH!!

Sharpness cut through your flesh as you let out a sharp scream as your wings of light instantly vanished when the keen claw tore the skin on your back and across your abdomen you could feel gravity pushing you down. Consciousness beginning to slip as you didn’t even see Dark Shadow’s claw coming for you…

“DARK SHADOW STOP!! PLEASE DON’T!!”

You blinked slowly when you heard your friend’s voice but everything went black as soon as the claw back-handed you out of the sky and sent your body flying far away from your friends as they all screamed for you.

“(L/N)!!!”

But you couldn’t hear them anymore as you just felt yourself flying and whooshing through the air as you grunted and shouted with every branch you made contact with stabbing your body. Until finally your cut-up back and the back of your head made a hard, violent impact with the back of a dense tree trunk.

“AH…!”

Your eyes went wide as you blacked out entirely and fell back to the earth once more in a thicket, eyes closing shut as the pain clouded your being.

There was no light.

Nothing at all, just a heavy shroud of darkness, dusty haze clouding your mind and the distant screams of your friends…

TO BE CONTINUED...

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robinrunsfiction · 5 years

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The Lonely Road

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader

Rating: Teen (for online harassment)

Requested By: None

Word Count: 2,400

Author’s Note: Inspired by the song Outnumbered by Dermot Kennedy, so feel free to give it a listen as you read. Originally this was gonna be a Valentine’s story, but now Valentine’s is over, and so I just took out the brief mentions of it. Also it’s a Gerard story so of course it’s longer than intended so taking parts out probably is for the better 😅 Shout out to my number one @mariawritesfanfic for helping me wrap this story up

You scrolled through your twitter feed, as hours on the tour bus left you with few other options to pass the time. Your new album had just come out and you wanted to see how people were reacting to it.

OMG @(YFN)(YLN)’s album is awesome! Everyone check it out now!

The only reason she’s famous is bc of @gerardway

The album is ok if you consider she fucked her way into stardom

I stg if mcr ever breaks up it’s gonna be (YN)'s fault

(YN) should just break up with gee so he can be with frank liek everyone knows he wants to be

You felt sick to your stomach as you read through the messages. Sure there were tweets from fans saying how much they enjoyed the album, and they love Gerard and you together, but those weren’t the ones that stuck out in your mind. It was the negative messages that caught your attention and soured your mood.

As if he was reading your thoughts, a text from Gerard appeared on your screen. “Hey sugar, congrats on the album. It’s amazing and so are you xoxo love you”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes at the love and kindness of his message. “Thanks love," you replied before tossing your phone aside. You pulled shut the curtain on your bunk and let the tears fall silently.

You had met Gerard at an award show. You had always been a fan of his and My Chem, but you were beyond nervous to say anything to him when you saw him across the room. When he approached you and said he actually had been listening to your music and was a fan, you thought you might transcend onto another plane of existence right then and there. You found him to be surprisingly easy to talk to and exchanged phone numbers so you could hang out sometime.

Hanging out sometime turned into hanging out often. Then one night under the stars in his backyard, your casual hanging out turned into sharing your thoughts, hopes, and fears you'd never voiced to anyone. The next day you were worried you'd never see or hear from him again, having revealed too much of your emotional baggage too soon, but that afternoon he called and asked you out on a real date. The date was perfect for two people like you and Gerard, complete with a tender, careful kiss that took your breath away. In an instant, you were falling hard.

After that it really became you and Gerard. When all of your friends found out, they were so happy for both of you, as they could see how happy you made each other. Then one day the rest of the world figured it out as well. Gerard had come to one of your recording sessions and had snapped a picture of you laughing in the recording booth and posted it online with the caption "the most beautiful person making the most beautiful sounds ❤" The fans put it together and a barrage of messages flooded your social media feed. Some people thought it was cute, many were awful, but you let it all roll off your back as you were too in love to care what anyone thought.

Months passed, and now that album was out. You had hoped Gerard would be able to join you on the road, but My Chem was in the studio themselves so he wasn't able to be there. You understood, but being away from him for the first time, while dealing with the stress of releasing an album, your first tour, and his angry fans, it was almost getting to be too much.

You had finally fallen asleep only to be awakened what felt like moments later by your manager Christine's voice.

"Rise and shine rock star, time to charm the lovely people of," she paused and you could hear her flipping through papers, "Fort Wayne, Indiana."

You sighed. You had wanted this for so long, it had been your dream for years. But now you were questioning everything.

"We're joined in studio by (YFN) (YLN), her new album just came out last week and we are loving it here on 106.7 FM," the overly cheerful radio host announced. “You have a lot of fans here in Madison!”

"Thank you," you replied with a tired smile. You hoped your lack of energy wasn't evident by your voice.

"Tell us, how much of an influence was your boyfriend? And for anyone who hasn't heard, (YN) is dating that oh so sexy MCR frontman, Gerard Way."

You had gotten this question at almost every interview, as if you were incapable of creating your own music. "He was there for some of the recording sessions, but a lot of the album was written before we met, so not a huge influence musically."

"What's it like to date someone so famous?"

"I mean, it's not like a topic of conversation for us," you replied sharply. You glanced up and saw the look Christine was giving you. "I mean, we talk about music and our projects and give each other feedback, but that's pretty much it. We're pretty normal weirdos."

After the interview was over and you played a few songs live, and then reboarded the bus.

"What the fuck was that?" Christine asked as the bus rolled down the road.

"What the fuck is with these interviews? It's never about me and my music. It's about Gee or the people on the internet and all the bullshit! That's not why I'm out here! I want to talk about my songs!"

Christine nodded. "Ok, I'm sorry girl. You're right. I'll make sure the next one we keep it focused on the music. We can't have you blowing up on another host."

"I didn't blow up! I snapped at worst," you retorted, rolling your eyes.

"Either way, we're on our way to Iowa now."

"Can't wait," you muttered and crawled into your bunk.

The dark cloud that had settled over you was not going away or getting better. While Christine was doing a better job of reminding the interviewers beforehand to lay off the relationship questions, they still came up, sometimes after the actual interview was over, sometimes they just disregarded your wishes all together to get juicy gossip. You did your best not to appear annoyed, but the longer you were away from Gerard, the harder it got.

She's an ugly, untalented leech! She doesn't love gee or else she would have put a song about him on the album!

He doesnt seem happy like he used to before her

The album jsut sucks. I mean i didnt listen to it, i just assume it does

She should just die

You couldn't take it any longer. The constant, incessant stream of hate coming at you was too much. You dialed Gerard and went into the back of the bus, shutting the door behind you.

"Hey (YN), how is everything goin?"

"I can't do it anymore Gee," you said, trying to keep your voice steady

"Do what?" He asked, immediately concerned.

"Tour, be a musician, be someone in the public eye, I can't take it!" You sobbed, unable to control your emotions any longer. "I feel like I have no privacy anymore! Everything I do is wrong, everything I don't do is wrong! I just wanna give up! I don't wanna do this anymore!"

"Hey, hey, sugar, it's ok. Did someone say something to you today?"

"It's been every fucking day," you cried. "I wanna come home, I don't wanna do this anymore. I don't want anyone to know who I am anymore."

"Take a deep breath," Gerard said, trying to keep you calm. "Where are you?"

"On the bus."

"Where are you going, or where were you?"

"I don't even know anymore. All I see is fucking corn everywhere."

"Ok, umm, where is Christine?"

"In her bunk," you sniffled.

"Can I talk to her?"

You got up and made your way to the bunks and knocked on the frame surrounding Christine's.

"Yea?" She asked, opening the curtain. "Woah, girl, what's wrong?"

"Gee wants to talk to you," you said holding out your phone.

"Hello? What's going on?" Christine asked Gerard. She listened and nodded and mm hmm'ed along. "She seemed stressed, but not that bad," she said as she watched you sink wearily to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest. "No, I hadn’t heard that… Yea, we're setting out from Omaha now, on our way to Denver," she paused. "Ok... Yea... Sounds good. Yea, we'll get our girl through this."

You looked up at her from your spot on the floor and she smiled down sympathetically and handed the phone back to you.

"Gee?" You said softly, the anger and fear and frustration having quieted.

"Hey sugar, we've got a plan for you, you're gonna be ok. But where are you hearing from the people that are criticizing you?"

"Twitter," you mumbled and you heard Christine mutter "I knew it."

"Delete it, you don't need that in your life. You're too talented and beautiful and wonderful to let anyone make you feel anything less," he said gently. "I love you, (YN) ."

"Love you too," you replied, a smile finally cracking through.

"Get some rest, we'll talk soon."

You had immediately crawled into your bunk and fallen into a deep sleep. The weight of your thoughts no longer weighing you down now that you had shared them with Gerard. When you finally woke up, you were rolling into Denver. You made your way to the front of the bus to find Christine on her phone.

"What's on the schedule today?" You yawned.

"Nothing."

"What?"

"You need a day off. We've been pushing you way too hard, and I just wish I would have realized it sooner. So we moved your interview to tomorrow afternoon and we're staying here overnight."

"Really?" You asked, stunned.

"Yep, we're going to the hotel right now."

It was incredibly refreshing to be in a hotel with a real bed and shower, and everyone was actually thankful for your meltdown that got them this break.

You took an extra long, hot shower to allow your muscles to relax, and then crawled into bed to call Gerard and give him an update. As his phone rang you heard a knock on your door. Keeping your ear to your phone in case he picked up you answered the door.

"Gerard!" You squealed as you launched yourself at him and he wrapped you in his arms.

"I missed you so much (YN)," he murmured against your neck. "I couldn't stand to hear the pain in your voice and not be there to make it better.”

"But you hate flying! And your studio time!" You exclaimed as you pulled him into your room and he dropped his bag on the floor.

“We were spinning our wheels and needed a break from recording,” he smiled reassuringly before he leaned in and kissed you with all the longing that had built up over the weeks apart. You ran your hands through his black hair and felt the tears slip down your cheeks. “And I’d fly to the moon if it meant I could spend a minute with you. I just wish I could have been here for you from the beginning, I wish I realized that you were struggling.”

“I didn’t want you to worry about me. I thought I could handle it, but everything kept chipping away at me until I broke down completely.”

“I wanna worry about you, (YN). You’re my girl and I love you, and I wanna be there for you no matter what,” he said softly, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

“Thank you,” you replied. “It’s just hard when it’s coming at you from every direction.”

“I know,” he said, pulling you back to him in a tight hug. “But for today it’s just you and me. No one else matters.”

You smiled up at him before pulling him into another sweet kiss.

The next morning you woke up with Gerard’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close. It almost felt too good to be true. As he slowly started to wake up, he gave you his lopsided smile and you couldn’t help but grin in return.

“I needed this so much,” you said as you buried your face against his neck.

“I did too,” he said squeezing you tight, his voice still raspy with sleep.

“Thank you for being here. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he said leaning down to give you a quick kiss. “Wait, I didn’t give you your presents yet.”

“What presents?” You asked sitting up, as he reached over the side of the bed to grab his bag. "I don’t have anything for you!"

"It's nothing, just a couple things I made for you," he said pulling out a large flat envelope and handing it to you.

You carefully pulled out the drawing that was inside. "Oh it's beautiful!”

"It's us the night we watched the stars and talked for hours. That was the night I realized I was falling in love with you. I was so scared you wouldn't even like me like that," he laughed softly.

"It's perfect," you replied. "What's this? ‘Gee+(YN)=gross, a big sappy love mix’" you laughed at scribbled handwriting on the cover of the cd case. Around the words was a big heart and lots of little hearts.

"It’s a mix of songs that remind me of you, and me and you, but Frank decorated the cover. He doesn't really think we're gross, he's just-"

"Frank," you laugh.

"Exactly," Gerard replied. "I was just hoping this would help you get through the last days of your tour."

"It will," you smiled and threw your arms around him. “I think just having you here for a day was enough to get me through. And I know now that I shouldn’t just bottle up what I’m feeling.”

Gerard nodded. “We’re a team, you and me. Let me help you when you’re down and keep you safe from all the bastards and shit talkers.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you smiled as you leaned in and kissed him. “But only if you promise to let me help you do the same.”

“I promise.”

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Album thing:

I want more mce onions so three cheers for sweet revenge pls

oh Hell yeah aighty here we go: Revenge, best to worst as deemed by this bitch (me)

1. Cemetery Drive

I’m completely bias as it’s one of my all time favourite MCR songs BUT i have a reason. Revenge is a song known for it’s roughness and it doesn’t do the merging of soft and hard together as well as the band grows to be able to do (see Sleep or Save Yourself later on). Cemetery Drive is really the song on the album that marries the emotional intensity and desperation the band has been known for up to this point with the utilization of musical stylings that stand out from the rest of the tracks but still sound distinctly My Chem. It’s the Halos of Revenge and I fucking adore it. Plus lyrically? Fucking poetry 2. Hang ‘Em High This Song Fucks. It’s lyrically all over the place but terrifying and you can tell Gerard believes every word in how they sing it even if he has no clue what it means. It’s all the theatrical, violent drama the band is known for, and it in my opinion epitomizes Revenge as an album. Which is a big statement especially with songs like Venom and Helena on it, but I think it touches on all of the thematic cores (rebirth, being hunted to death, dead women, catholic guilt, murder), and I think as a “scene” of a song, as the album is concept, it really frames the frenzy someone who’s rolling with the punches of coerced serial murder would be going through. Plus murder goth cowboys. Woohoo. 3. It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s a Fucking Deathwish One of the most impressive opening lines of any song I’ve heard in my 25 years. It earns the spot in top three just for “For what you did to me! For what I’ll do to you! You get what everyone else gets....you get a lifetime!” Way to make a lyric sound like a prayer and a threat in the same breath. From there on it’s just a banger. A drag race of an MCR song that does 3 more laps than you’d ever expected to. Really embraces the energy MCR has in it’s speed, and not afraid to use a major sound here or there. 4. Helena It’s super weird for me to put a release this high on the list but Helena holds up as one of the most beautiful songs of the mid oughts. It shows “revenge” for what it is thematically on the album, a revenge on death. That is the running theme. i saw someone say Bullets is Gerard being terrified of death, Revenge is them being pissed about it, Parade is an acceptance of it, and Danger Days is a preoccupation with after-life in the form of memorium. Helena is also musically so outfield for the band at this point that really for the innovation gets it put here. The music video is also one of the most beautiful and aesthetically pleasing videos of all time imho.

5. To The End

You gotta love an anti capitalist homoerotic murder mansion anthem. I also believe the plot of this song was based off a book of the same name? Cuz Gerard really loves their cultural references. This song is so fun and hauntingly beautiful and I would Not want to be at this houseparty. Bonus points for the explicit gay lyrics and also Ray’s harmonies. That man has a voice of gold my lord. 6. The Jetset Life Is Going to Kill You I don’t know if this will make sense outside of my own brain but Jetset is what Prison could’ve been. Like Jetset is beautiful and haunting and absolutely about things that are not PG or even PC these days to talk about, but it weaves the themes so deftly with the music that it just works. Also did anyone else see that Sims2 youtube video of Jetset where Gerard was like...a secret ghost murderer of abusive boyfriends? No? Just me and my 6th grade class that I forced to watch it for show and tell? Cool. 7. Give ‘Em Hell, Kid This song just straight up fucks. I feel like it hones a lot of what MCR’s vibe was in revenge era (though I was still a little young for them at that time, I came into the band when I was 11 so that would be 06). It really does sum up the nonsensical metaphor, the hyper-drama, the almost drag levels of camp, the violence, the viscerality. Also points for a call forward lyrically to The Sharpest Lives. 8. I Never Told You What I Do For A Living This song is here because of the chorus, firstly, and the viscerality secondly. I scared the shit outta sixth grade teachers singing this one. But it is such a fun and interesting vocal line throughout the entire song and I’m a singer so I’m bias. Plus it’s such a phenomenal song to end the album just top tier. “The kinda dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes” is also just a to-the-core line 9. Thank You For The Venom Venom is actually a really good song, and I feel weird having it so low considering I have a tattoo from it. It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that I guess the songs above I like more? Venom is absolutely a fan favourite so it might just be a case of I’ve heard it too much. Lyrically and musically very fist-fight gut-punch. Fight with glass shards stead of knives type vibe. It’s really interesting to listen to a song critiquing substance use and forced medication because I remember back in the oughts when everyone was so anti-meds (some for fair reasons and some for not), and just seeing a song that lays prescribed medication and self medication on the same table saying “either could kill me but I wont let it” is....that’s a cultural moment right there. 10. Ghost Of You The song is beautiful and that chorus is fucking gutwrenching, I’m just so incredibly not here for war music videos. Doubly not if it traumatizes people to film them? Like...no need to give the state more propoganda boys just let the song be pretty. 11. You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison? Okay this song had so much potential, and it was pretty fucking radical at the time not gonna lie. Rape analogies ain’t it. The song was really written from how I understand it to do the kinda stage-gay MCR was known for in the oughts. Hearing them talk about it, 2004 wasn’t a time homophobes were shy in hardcore, so songs like Prison paired with the stage antics made Homophobes...not wanna be there. Which gave them more space for the actual queers in the audience (and arguably on stage) to rock out without getting hate crimed. Also lyrically a lottta critiques of the prison system but yeah, coulda thought it through a bit more. We coulda had another Jetset but alas. 12. I’m Not Okay (I Promise) This song is fun as hell and you will catch me singing every word when it comes on. It’s only down here as it is just...a little underwhelming compared to the rest of the album. It’s fun and lyrically pressing and great to headbang to, but a lot of the rest of the album is more complex or intense in ways that I’m Not Okay just fails to fill out 13. Interlude Like it’s pretty but it absolutely sounds like a “we need 13 songs cuz frank said so” song. It’s filler.

#answered #mcr #revenge #sableyesmaw

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