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good girl ~ gerard way

word count: 2990

request?: yes!

“okayokayokay, hear me out, dads best friend! gerard x reader. you’re franks kid, going on tour with them, and yeah, that’s kinda all i have. current time, with a hint of thigh riding, smut with praise, kinda fluffy afterwards. you should look it up but gerard wore shorts on stage last night and holy shit, i’m dead. thank you so fuckin much!”

description: they said nothing was going to happen while she was on tour with them, that nothing could happen while she was on tour with them, but then he came out in those damn shorts

pairing: gerard way x female!iero!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (thigh riding, praise kink, unprotected sex), age gap (reader is in their 20s, gerard is 45), rpf (if you don’t like it, don’t read)

masterlist (one, two, three)

He knew what he was doing. There’s no way he didn’t. He knew I was joining them today, and he just so happened to come out in a pair of hot shorts showing off those thighs that I had gotten off on so many times before? After I told him we couldn’t do this while we were with my dad? Yeah, this was definitely on purpose.

“Are you listening to me, Squirt?” dad asked, nudging me out of my thoughts.

Shit, how long have I been staring? Has dad noticed?

“Yeah,” I lied.

“What did I say?”

“You called me Squirt.”

Dad chuckled and rolled his eyes. I smiled and tried not to look over at Gerard. He was talking to Mikey and their stage manager, turned side on from me. I glanced over for a split second, just in time to see he was already looking at me. He smirked and winked at me. My face grew hot and I quickly looked away.

We knew this was wrong. At least, I think we did. The first time it happened we said it was wrong. Gerard was dad’s friend, his bandmate. I was a little less than half his age. He had a kid, a kid I had babysat numerous times when I was a teenager. Everything about the situation was wrong. Dad would freak out if he knew, the public probably would, too. We swore the first time would be the only time.

But then he came over one night during the summer for dinner. I was wearing a sundress, he was in shorts and a tank top. Next thing I knew, he had me bent over the bathroom sink with my dress pushed up around my hips.

“One time” turned into “many times” and, eventually, we stopped saying that it was wrong out loud. But we did agree we wouldn’t be doing this while dad was around. No one could ever know, but especially not dad. Gerard didn’t want to put his friendship with dad or the band in jeopardy. when I agreed to go on tour with the band for a while, we had an agreement that there would be no funny business.

I guess that agreement wasn’t going to last long.

“Alright everyone, places in ten minutes,” the stage manager announced before leaving the room.

“Everyone, circle,” Mikey announced. The band moved together, putting their arms around each other and bowing their heads. Mikey looked over at me and nodded his head. “Come on, little Iero, you too.”

“This is a band ritual, though,” I said.

“You’re an honorary member for now,” dad said. “No arguing. Come on.”

He extended an arm to me. It felt like some cruel trick of fate that the one he had unconnected from, leaving a space for me to get between, was Gerard. I took a deep breath and moved in between them. Dad put his hand around my shoulder, but Gerard put his hand on my lower back. I prayed no one noticed my body stiffen as they started their usual pre-show speech.

When everyone pulled away to take their places, Gerard leaned into my ear to whisper, “Meet me at my room after the show.”

I felt a tingle run down my spine and between my legs.

I tried to focus only on the concert as I watched the band perform, but it was hard to keep my mind from wandering when Gerard was there, in those goddamn shorts, and now he was getting all hot and sweaty while performing. Near the end of the show, his long hair was was slick with sweat and sticking to his forehead. It felt like the show was dragging on for hours and it would never end. I wasn’t sure how I was going to stop myself from jumping his bones the second he walked off the stage.

The after show adrenaline backstage was just as hard to get through. The guys were all jittering withing adrenaline and excitement. I didn’t want to break up their fun, or to seem suspicious, but I was itching to get back to the hotel so I could go to Gerard’s room. I was standing with my thighs clenched together, feeling hot and sweaty as if I were the one who just performed. I was slightly embarrassed by how desperate I was feeling, but only slightly.

The drive back to the hotel was short. We all said goodnight to one another before heading to our respective hotel rooms. I listened to make sure I heard all three doors close, meaning dad, Mikey, and Ray wouldn’t see anything, before making a beeline for Gerard’s room. He was waiting for me at the door, immediately taking me into his arms and kissing me with a combination of passion and aggression. He fumbled with the room key while still kissing me, but finally managed to swipe it and open the door. He pulled me into the room and shoved me against the door once it shut again.

“I can’t believe you,” I muttered against his lips. “We said none of this while on tour.”

“I can’t help it,” he said. “I’m so addicted to you. I don’t think I can give you up.”

Gerard pressed his lips against mine again before I could say anything. His hands slipped under my shirt and pressed against my skin. I already felt hot, but his touch made me feel like I was on fire. I was gripping at his shirt, too, still damp from the sweat, when my fingers brushed over the waistband of his shorts.

“These fucking shorts,” I groaned between kisses.

Gerard smirked. “You like them, huh?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t do this on purpose. You knew how these shorts were going to make me feel.”

He pulled away, that damn smirk still on his face. He took my hand and pulled me further into the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding my hand in his. He was looking up at me with lust filled eyes, the look alone causing a new puddle to form in my panties.

“Take your pants off,” he told me. I did as he said, unbuttoning my jeans and letting them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. “Good girl.”

I almost whimpered. God, he knew what praise did to me.

“Now,” he patted on thigh, “climb on up here, princess.”

I got onto his lap, placing my legs on either side of his thigh so I was straddling it. He placed his hands on my hips and lowered me so my clothes core was directly on his thigh. I let out a whimper at the friction. I had been longing for any sort of contact for so long that just the faint brush of my panties against my clit sent tingles through my body and caused a louder moan to slip past my lips.

“Shh,” Gerard said. “We don’t want anyone to hear you, do we?”

I shook my head, biting my lip to hold in any other involuntary noises.

“Good girl,” he said again. He kissed me gently before saying, “Now, get off on my thigh like a good girl.”

I started moving my hips, letting the friction grow. Any noises I made came out muffled against my lips. If I was in a different state of mind, I’d probably feel a little pathetic in the situation - mewling on Gerard’s lap in desperation to get myself off. We weren’t even having sex yet and I was already a mess. But I only had one thing on my mind, one endgame to work towards.

I put my arms around his neck to ground myself as I continued to grind. His hands were still resting on my waist, but he wasn’t controlling my movements. He was letting me go at my own pace. He was watching me so intently, like I was the most beautiful art he had ever seen.

“You’re doing so good, babe,” he breathed. “You look so beautiful when you’re coming undone like that.”

I tried to say something in return, but it just came out as incoherent babbles. Gerard chuckled and pulled me in for another kiss. His tongue poked at my bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. I parted my lips and let his tongue explore my mouth. He swallowed my moans, which had become harder to control. I was nearing my climax quicker than I had anticipated. I wasn’t ready for it yet. I wanted this to go on for longer.

But Gerard knew I was close. His hands were now gripping my hips and moving me a little bit faster. Against my lips, he mumbled, “I want you to cum on my lap, pretty girl. Please cum on my lap.”

He forcefully kissed my lips as a scream of pleasure ripped through my throat without warning. My body trembled as my orgasm washed over me. How he made me feel so good with just his thigh, I would never know. He made me feel better than any man my age ever could.

I started to come down from my high as I realized I was being moved. Gerard was lifting me from his lap and gently placing me on the bed. He stood at the end and quickly removed his clothes. I did the same, ridding myself of my panties, shirt, and bra. We were both completely naked, just looking at one another. He always somehow made me feel both confident and insecure under his gaze. He looked at me with such hunger in his eyes that I wanted to let him have me however he wanted, but also I wanted to cover myself up. I always felt so many conflicting things when we were together.

He climbed onto the bed, hovering over me. He lowered himself so his body was flush against mine, engulfing me with his heat. He kissed me again, feverishly. I could feel his dick, hard and throbbing, against my inner thigh, mere inches from where I wanted him most. My hips bucked involuntarily. His tip grazed my entrance, causing the two of us to moan together.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, running his dick between my folds. “You want this inside of you, good girl?”

“P-Please,” I begged. “Please, I need you inside of me. Need it so bad, need you so bad.”

“You sound so pretty when you beg.” He reached between us and lined himself up with my entrance. “Ask me one more time.”

“Please, Gerard. Please fuck me.”

With one thrust, he filled me completely. I gasped at the sensation, which was followed by another moan. He covered my mouth with his hand, suppressing the moan before it fully erupted out of me. He slowly pulled out of me until it was just the tip inside of me, then pushed all the way back in. I could feel every inch of him slowly pulling out and filling me up, dragging along my walls and pushing against my g-spot with every thrust inwards. The sore feeling I had from my recent orgasm quickly melted away into pleasure again.

Gerard buried his head in the crook of my neck, leaving kisses along my neck and shoulder between attempts to muffle his own groans and moans. My moans and whimpers came out muffled against his hand. He started to pick up the pace with his thrusts. With his body against mine, his pelvic bone was rubbing against my clit with every thrust. The combined stimulation of him rubbing against my clit and his dick abusing my g-spot had my lower stomach tightening again in no time. I had no way of telling him this time around that I was getting close, so I just had to let my orgasm wash over me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my body began to tremble again, screams of pleasure muffled, but just barely, against his hand.

He was whispering praises into my ear but I felt so far off that I could barley hear them. The only thing keeping me grounded and present was the feeling of my nails digging into his skin and his desperate thrusts, now becoming a little sloppier. It wasn’t long until I could feel him spilling inside of me. He bit down on my shoulder to try and keep himself quiet, undoubtably also leaving marks there. I barley cared at the time, but at least he left them in a spot that would be easy to cover.

We both laid there, tangled up in one another for some time. I was still feeling lightheaded, chasing that wonderful post-climax feeling and slowly coming down from it. If I didn’t have to move at all for the rest of time, I would’ve been content. I could’ve laid there with him for so long if that were possible.

When he got up and pulled himself out of me, I felt empty. There’s always a feeling of slight disappointment after sex that it couldn’t go on for longer, or that you had to separate from one another at all. Gerard took a moment to catch his breath before standing from the bed.

“I have to shower,” he said. “Do you wanna come with?”

I happily agreed. I followed him into the bathroom and waited as he started up the shower. Within seconds the mirror was steamed over from the hot water. I didn’t think I’d be able to handle a hot shower, but the minute the hot water touched my skin I felt like I was in paradise. Taking a shower where the water was anything cooler than scolding hot was definitely not an option for me. I let Gerard use the hotel provided shampoo and body wash first, seeing as he was the one who had performed an entire show before we had sex. I stood back as he washed himself, taking in the sight of his body covered in suds and water.

“We’re really bad at this,” I blurted without thinking.

He turned to look at me. “What do you mean?”

“We keep saying we’re going to stop, and then we never do.”

He sighed and tilted his head back to rinse the shampoo from his hair. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“What we’re doing isn’t right.”

“It feels right.”

I felt a smile tugging at my lips. Yeah, it definitely felt right. But morally it wasn’t right. Was it?

“Do you think, if the circumstances were different, that we’d be a normal couple?” Gerard asked as he stepped back, allowing me to let the water run over me.

“What do you mean?” I asked. I definitely noticed his use of the word “couple”, but decided not to mention it just yet. I hadn’t ever thought of us in that way, in a “relationship” type of way. Not that I didn’t want to. I know Gerard would be a perfect boyfriend, probably the best one I could ever ask for, but I didn’t think he saw what we were doing in that way. It had just been sex. There were some moments that it felt like more than that, but for the most part I knew that’s all it was and all it likely would ever be.

“Like...if you weren’t my best friend’s kid, do you think we would ever actually...be able to explore what we have? To actually go out together on dates and be able to hold hands in public and be together. Not to sneak around behind closed doors and hope no one notices the brief glances we have when we’re in public?”

I was shocked. I didn’t think Gerard had thought of what we were doing in that way. It had never been brought up before, so I just assumed we were on the same page in terms of this being a “no strings attached” type of deal.

“I think...I think we would,” I admitted. “Granted, it might be a little controversial with the age difference.”

“It would be, but we’re both adults regardless of the age difference. It’s not like you just turned 18 and I’m a gross middle aged man waiting to be able to date you.”

I scrunched my nose in disgust at his comparison. “Yeah, the world sees enough of that as it is. I think a relationship between someone in their mid 20s and someone in their 40s is the least people have to worry about.”

Gerard took my face in his hands suddenly and leaned down to kiss me. It was sweet and gentle, just a normal kiss because he felt like kissing me. I leaned into him, returning it because I just felt like kissing him, too.

This, I thought to myself, is what it would feel like to be able to just be a normal couple. Just to kiss each other because we feel like it.

We turned off the water as it started to run cold. We both dried off and got ready for bed. I knew I should’ve gone back to my own room, that it would be suspicious if anyone came looking for me the next morning and I wasn’t there, but I didn’t want to go back. I wanted to spend the night with Gerard, and he wanted me there, too.

We climbed into bed together. Gerard turned off the lamp next to the bed and the room was plunged into darkness. He took me into his arms, holding me to him as the fatigue finally started to wash over us. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart beating, as I closed my eyes.

This is what it would be like if we could be a normal couple, was the last thought I had before I finally drifted off to sleep.

*I’m sorry there wasn’t more to the smut. I got sick in the middle of writing this and found myself struggling to finish the smutty bits. I hope it was okay otherwise!*

#gerard way #gerard way imagine #gerard way x reader #gerard way smut #my chemical romance #imagine #one shot #request #rpf #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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otherone12 · 2 months

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If You Don't Like My Chemical Romance, Wait Outside For Your Girlfriend

Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! So… No one asked me to do this, but I remembered an edit that I saw a while ago, and the intro was Gerard saying “if you don’t like My Chemical Romance, wait outside for your girlfriend”. I Had this idea and the urge to write it (because I’m kinda obsessed with Gerard, sue me). Btw, I'm writing a Mikey x Reader Imagine (what was inspired by The Killers "Mr. Brightside" song), so i'll probably post it this week or next... well, hope you enjoy this fic (:

Summary: You have a shitty boyfriend who bother you when you're in a MCR concert. You're in the front row of the show and Gerard notices all that situation. (I imagine this with the 2007 Gerard era, but it doesn't really matter, except for the show's setlist, because it will be songs from Bullets and Revenge).

-Warnings: Abusive relationship. A lot of curse words.

- Word Count: 1.526

- Ps: Idk if it's fluff, confort, angst... i just dont't know lol

- Ps2: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

My 25th birthday was last week, and my mom gave me two tickets to my favorite band’s concert, one for me and another for my boyfriend. He is not a fan of My Chemical Romance, he’s into electronic music and some country stuff (i’ve never understood his taste in music), anyways, he is coming with me. I spent the whole week talking with my friends about how amazing the concert is going to be and how excited I was.

When the day finally came, I wanted to be one of the first in the row, because even with the premium pass I needed to be sure that I’ll be right in front of the stage.

I heard my name when I was in my room, dressing up as Helena for the concert. I turned around just to see my boyfriend with a mad look on his face.

- You’re really going to dress like this? - The disgust on his face made me feel a bit insecure about the cosplay.

- What’s wrong about it? - I tried to stay calm, even if I was about to scream at him.

- Nothing. But you never wear dresses, neither on my birthday, and I asked you to! - He walked to my bed and sat, sighed sadly and kept talking - I just don’t understand why this is so special.

- We’ve been together for five years, and you don’t understand why going to see the band who saved my life is special? - I spoke calmly, took a deep breath and held my tears. I didn't want to cry on what was supposed to be a happy day.

- I know that means alot for you, babe, but this shit means more than me? - He increased the volume of his voice.

- I… I’ve never said that! - I let his anger infect me, and now I was screaming like him.

- DID YOU FUCKING HESITED?! - He got up and I really thought that he was going to hit me or something.

- WHY DON’T YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE?! I'M TRYING TO GET DRESSED! - At this point, I let my tears pumped out my eyes, accepting the fact that I'll need to redo my makeup.

- FINE! - He slammed the door, leaving me alone in the silent room.

I knew the night wasn’t going to be as good as I planned.

*** time skip***

Arriving at the concert venue, my boyfriend parked the car next to the front door and we got out of the car. I saw just three people. We did it! We were ones of the first to be there.

- Oh my God! I loved your outfit! - The girl in front of us turned to me and said - I was going to dress up like this, but I didn't find the right dress.

- Thank you! I actually made the dress with an old one from my mom’s closet.

- This is just Impeccable.

I smiled at her and turned to my boyfriend, who was rolling his eyes. I was so excited that I didn't even care, he wouldn't ruin my day.

- Are you sure that you want to be here waiting for the show to begin for five hours? - He sounded tired and annoyed, but we were there for just about half an hour.

- Yeah, I'm sure. You don't have to stay if you don't want to. - I think that if he stays away for a while, he will be nicer or something, but maybe I was a bit rude and he’ll be even more mad - As long as you come for the show when it begins.

I smiled, trying to make him see that I'm not angry, I was, but he didn't need to know.

- Sure… I'm going to find something to eat. Stay fine, babe.

He gave me a brief kiss and drove away.

*** time skip***

I was finally inside of the building, but my boyfriend didn’t get back for five hours. I was worried because I tried to call him like ten times in the last three hours, but he didn’ answer. I was about to leave, when I saw him coming.

- WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

I hugged him in desperation, but he seemed like he just went to the bathroom and got back in two minutes.

- Like I said, I was buying some food.- He gave me a smashed hamburger and I grabbed it with an angry look on my face.

- I was worried! Why didn’t you answer the ten fucking calls?

- My phone was on silent. - The way he seemed to not care made my blood boil. - But I'm here now, right?

- Whatever.

He opened his mouth to say something, but at the same moment, Frank, Mikey, Ray and Gerard stepped on the stage and I couldn't help but scream with the crowd. Without saying anything, “Our Lady of Sorrows” started. I was so close that I could see the color of Gerard's eyes. Was this heaven?

Everything was going really well, but it was a small show, so they kept stopping the show to talk to us. Before playing “Helena” Gerard said:

- Well, the next song is really important for us, and it’s amazing to see that so many people like it too. - He looked down at me and smiled. I forgot how to breathe for a moment. - Your dress is perfect, darling.

I was about to faint.

- T-thanks! - I said, smiling back at him.

My boyfriend gave him a death look, but Gerard just chuckled and started to sing.

- What the fuck?! - He grabbed my arm and began to talk, loud enough to not be muffled by the music - That was why you dressed like this? to impress him?

- I dressed like this as a tribute to this song! - I tried to make him let me go, but it didn't work, so he kept holding my arm. - It's not my fault that he noticed!

He huffed and dropped my arm.

- I need a drink.

He walked away to the bar and I stayed watching the show. I was not sure, but I think Gerard saw all that shit happening. By the way, seeing Frank and Ray playing guitar with my own eyes was the most amazing thing ever until now, and Mikey slayed so much with that bass.

The next song that they played was “The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You”, and I was very enthusiastic about this song. But I haven't any idea of how this was going to end.

I was singing along, and weirdly Gerard walked close to where I was and kneew in front of me. He put his hand on my cheeks, which turned red immediately, and kept singing “Pull the plug. But I'd like to learn your name. When holding on. Oh, I hope you do the same '' He looked deep into my eyes and continued “Aww, sugar”.

The crowd started to scream again, and my boyfriend turned to see what was happening. The scene made him get out of his mind. I know that a good girlfriend would never let this happen, and I should've backed off, but he has been such a dick since the day started, so I didn't feel blame, shame or anything else.

- You came here five hours early to be in the front because you knew this was gonna happend! You’re a fucking slut, don’t you? - He never talked to me like that. I got so sad that I couldn't even pay attention to the song.

This sadness became anger so fast, and I pushed him away before he could say any other thing. He tried to grip me in his arms, but I dodged him, bumping into someone next to me, and spilling a drink on my dress. I was about to scream something, but I saw Gerard making a sign to the security guard, who ran to my boyfriend and told him to go away.

- It’s fucking over! - I said to him and went back to see the rest of the show.

At the end, I waited for the people at the back of the crowd to leave, so I could have easy access to leave too.

- Hey!

I heard and didn’t believe it when I felt a touch on my shoulder.

- I’m sorry about what happened… I shouldn't have done that - It was Gerard. He was in front of me, just us. - Apropos, I'd really like to learn your name.

We laughed with the reference.

- That’s fine, he was being such an idiot since morning. - I said, giving him a shy smile. I said my name to him and kept talking - By the way, the show was amazing!

I was chatting with one of my favorite people in the world. I needed to make this not about my, now ex, boyfriend.

- Thanks! Good to know that even with all that shit you could enjoy the show. - He’s so cute, and the way he cares about his fans makes him even more wonderful. - It’s kinda weird but, can I get your number? It’s fine if you don’t want to give, but I find you really pretty and the way you dealt with this whole thing..

- Sure!

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~ Well, that's it, lemme know if you like it, and send me your request (;

#my chemical romance #gerard way x reader #gerard way #mcr

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literallygeeway · 2 months

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intro post!!

name: just call me caleb

age: dont wanna disclose but i am a minor so please dont be weird!!

pronouns: he/they idk

gender: maybe genderfluid, maybe transmasc, idk, still tryna figure that out

sexuality: possibly bi and ace though not sure

favourite artist: my chemical romance!!!

other favourite artists: bikini kill, mommy long legs, mitski, bratmobile, cat valley, hell baby, dazey and the scouts, wet leg, skinny girl diet, the muslims, voodoo church

other artists i just generally like (yes i love music): sonic youth, le tigre, the julie ruin, senses fail, funeral for a friend, pierce the veil, crass, x-ray spex, sloppy jane, pleasure venom, olivia jean, necromancy

hobbies: music (i can play bass, guitar, drums and piano), writing, photography, filmmaking, cinematography, drawing, making bracelets (though i need to do it more often)

some other stuff i like also includes: heathers the musical (off broadway) (its the only musical i really like), studio ghibli, the sims 4, omori, undertale, deltarune, stardew valley, ddlc, doctor who, the umbrella academy, the owl house, adventure time and scott pilgrim (the tv show, movie and game - i havent read the graphic novel but want to)

more stuff under the cut - dni, fun facts and some more stuff :3

fun facts!!!

my favourite colour is dark red

my favourite food is sushi

im learning japanese and french

my favourite movies are parasite (GO WATCH IT RN ITS AMAZING) and my favourite tv shows are i am not okay with this and the end of the f***ing world

i love wes anderson movies!! (my favourite is isle of dogs)

i had two fish called flamey and sir bubbles the fishington when i was younger but they both died so i flushed them down the toilet

i collect bottles and cans (mainly ramune bottles and one cool can but still), funko pops (i have two gerard way funko pops - the black parade with the facepaint and revenge red tie) and vinyls (mcr, mitski, bikini kill and the muslims)

dni!!!

basic dni like homophobic, transphobic, ableist, racist, pro-isreal, islamophobic, etc

mcr haters!! /hj

shipping irl people unless its a joke

transmeds and terfs

people who think trans men cant present femininely and trans women cant present masculinely (im a trans guy who wears skirts sometimes so suck my toe)

people who unironically think gerard way is a trans woman... guys he's said they use he/they pronouns and if he was a trans woman he would probably say something!!

please interact!!

mcr fans

riot grrrl fans (not problematic)

alternative people!!! (emo, punk, goth, scene, decora, etc)

just cool people in general :3

other stuff:

no need to use tonetags with me, dont worry about it

i use !!! and :3 and stuff like that a lot, and i also swear more than the average human should

im alternative but dont have a specific label as i dress in a mix of ways and listen to many different genres of music :3

on here i'm mainly gonna post about mcr, so if you dont like them you probably wont like most of the stuff i post :<

i will probably edit this as i think of more stuff to add and as my interests change but yeah <3

pinterest: calebisbrokenhearted

fav user: @darkermylovex (go follow her rn she is awesome!!)

fav songs currently:

okay thats all, have a great day, bye bye :3!!!!

#mcr #my chemical romance #intro #blog intro #introductory post #intro post #my chem

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 2 months

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Hey! I loved your work! Can you write something with Gerard on the reunion tour and a reader who is a singer and is opening for the tour? (I'm sorry if it's confusing, English is not my first language)

HI! Thank you so much for liking my writing. I hope you like this one! let me know if you're looking for something different though.

Opener - Reunion!Gerard Way x GN!Reader

Pairing: Gerard x GN!Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1,456

Summary: You open for MCR on the reunion tour

My Chemical Romance. Reunion Tour. With Y/N. Those were the words displayed on the large signs in front of the venue. We had been on tour for a few weeks then, but the nerves never subsided. I pulled out my entry pass and walked through the backstage halls towards my dressing room. My soundcheck wasn’t for another hour, but I thought I’d go and scout out the stage area. I grabbed a Coke from the mini fridge and found my way to the stage entrance. Music was playing, but I was sure that was just the crew checking the speakers. Oh, how I was wrong. The whole crew was setting up instruments, and Mikey, Ray, and Frank were soundchecking their instruments.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I stuttered, moving out of the way. Being on tour with My Chem had been a dream come true, but four weeks into the tour and little interaction with anyone in the band felt isolating, to say the least–especially since I was a solo artist.

“Wait!” I heard a voice shout, and I turned around to see someone standing up at the very back of the venue. I squinted through the lights and saw they were waving me over. Trying to avoid tripping over the cables lining the stage, I walked over to the figure. He was shorter than I expected him to be, his hair was long and brown, and he was dressed in a twilight t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a green flannel. A twilight shirt. This 45-year-old man was wearing a twilight shirt. I almost had to restrain myself from laughing.

“Y/N, I’ve been trying to find a good time to talk to you, you know,” he smirked. Gerard Way was smirking at me.

“Wait really?” I questioned, shocked that the frontman of one of my favorite bands was wanting to talk to me.

“Yeah. I just wanted to say I’m really glad we’ve got you on tour with us. I actually chose you to open. Been a fan for a while.” I stayed silent, entirely shocked that he was saying anything to me at all–let alone that he liked my music.

“Are you okay? You look like you need something to drink or you’re going to pass out,” Gerard placed a hand on my shoulder and bent down to look in my eyes. I nodded quickly, starting to feel a little dizzy.

“Yeah, I think I need some water,” I mumbled.

“Mikey! Can you pass me my water?” he shouted, Mikey throwing a plastic water bottle halfway across the venue. Gerard ran to pick it up, opened it, and passed it to me. I took a drink and a few deep breaths.

“I think I’m okay now, thank you,” I smiled.

“Good. Now I think it might be time for you to do a soundcheck. It looks like the others are done.” He got up from his seat and walked back towards the stage as I stumbled behind him. “Oh, and after the show, come find me. I want to show you something,” he beamed, slipping behind the curtain and disappearing backstage.

Soundcheck went well, and I had gone through all of the songs for the night. I was playing for about two hours, so I headed backstage to relax, call some of my friends, and respond to any emails or social media stuff I needed to. This was when I opened up my Instagram and found the post, a photo of me from behind, sound checking next to a sketch of the same thing, Gerard’s name signed at the bottom. The caption, wonderfully put: Our opener is both fantastic and beautiful - see them tonight and every night of tour! They’re going to do amazing things with their art and I can’t wait to see where it takes them. Especially with me as their number 1 fan - G

Sorry, Gerard Way called me beautiful. This wasn’t happening. Notifications were popping up on every social platform, we were trending on Twitter, fan accounts on Instagram were posting, and my text messages were blowing up. But there was no time to go and talk to Gerard or anyone else because the stage manager was rushing me to the stage, shouting, “Ten minutes till show time!” over and over again. The gig went great; everything went well, and the fans seemed to react well to my performance. After I’d finished and had a shower, I put on some sweatpants and a hoodie to watch Gerard and the others play on the television screen in my dressing room. The group ended with sleep and came backstage for a quick break before the encore. I ran out to see Gerard, who was very clearly out of breath and trying desperately to catch it.

“We need to talk when you’re done,” I looked at him with crossed arms. He nodded, looking slightly terrified that I was mad at him. It definitely didn’t help that Frank wouldn’t shut up teasing him as I walked away. They all went back on stage to play Helena and Vampires. The sound of the crowd screaming could be heard on the other side of the venue, even with closed doors. I could hear the band finishing up as each one of them ran down the hallway to their dressing room, except one. I heard a loud knock sound from outside my room. It was him; it had to be him. Opening the door, I knew I was right. He stood there panting and looking like a sweaty mess.

“Hi,” he breathed, running a hand through his sweaty hair. I opened the door further to let him in, and he immediately collapsed onto the couch.

“You guys had a good show,” I muttered, trying to avoid the topic of his Instagram post.

“Thanks, it felt good. But that’s not why I’m here, Y/N,” he sat up, having finally caught his breath.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I didn’t mean to cause an issue if you’re upset about the post. I just–I’m so fascinated with you… and your music. And god,” he gushed, “you’re so beautiful.” A smile grew on my face.

“You’re pretty cool too, Gerard.” I moved to sit next to him, and he scooted closer to me. I looked into his green eyes, desperately trying to read his mind. Was I insane, or did he feel something for me too? His hand moved up to cup my face, and I closed my eyes in response.

“Let’s both just breathe before we do anything we regret, okay?” I nodded, hoping he was going to kiss me. I felt the air enter my lungs and exit slowly before opening my eyes again. I felt a hand grip the back of my neck before my lips met his. They were rough, clearly desperate to feel something. I thought back to the teenager who had posters of My Chemical Romance on their bedroom walls and the reaction they would have if they knew what we were doing right then. The kid whose favorite song was Sleep, whose favorite music video was I’m Not Okay, who wished to be the very man before them. I was lucky, lucky that Gerard Way was sitting there showing me that every moment of disappointment it took to get here was worth it. I breathed through my nose, resting my arms around his shoulders and smiling into the kiss before it broke.

“I’m sorry, I had to,” Gerard rested his forehead against mine.

“It’s okay, Gee, I wanted it,” I ran my fingers through his hair, curls starting to form from the heat.

“Okay, you two, get a fucking room,” Frank laughed from the doorframe.

“We’re in a room!” I shouted, smiling brightly.

“Get another room!” Mikey shouted, walking past us. Finally being left alone, we moved into each other’s arms, finally cooling off from performing.

“We should probably figure out what we’re gonna do now that the guys know,” Gerard turned to me.

“Want to go get coffee?” I asked.

“See, this is why I like you!” he beamed, standing up and grabbing his car keys.

Feedback is appreciated! Please request on my page if you have a story idea. I write for lots of different fandoms so request anything and I'll write it!

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girlgerard · 2 years

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could u explain everything behind the bingos squares we’ve gotten.. i feel like im missing a lot

SECOND LEG TOUR BINGO KEY (so far + does not include EU events):

ray’s mic gets turned up: self explanatory and the best thing to ever happen

they do something gay in a conservative state: everything that happened in the south + very pointed trans support in florida and texas

politics: technically checked off because of frank’s hilarious 9/11 post, but can also include many openers being very vocally activist + gerard making fun of vaccine microchip conspiracies

twitter drama catalyst: literally everything. funniest by far was that british person who said gerard was dangerous for wearing a hat with a knife shop logo on it

critical level frerard moment: made this tile as a joke, checked off when frank asked gerard to take their shirt off at okc

gerard fucks up a diy haircut/dye job: THEY CUT OFF THE RAMONES BANGS FOR OKC however they’ve largely grown back thank god

free space/piss jokes: gerald tshirt having them sit in a urinal

accidental album and/or doc announcement: they’re interviewing people/filming shows/recording concert audio and the camera operators keep accidentally spilling the beans lol

they play a niche/unknown song or demo: soooo many of these but this was initially checked off for bury me in black which was the most insane moment of my life

new commemorative tattoo: frank ass swarm fly. bonus: wes and i have matching she’s my kinda boy tatts now

vampires will never hurt you: called it

pronoun slip: was not frank’s fault (yet), but gerard has been publicly referred to by friends and acquaintances with they/them pronouns for the first time EVER :’) such as their designer, their clerk, and a few other friends like heychris rting a tweet that used they/them + “frontperson gerard way”

gerard wears old lady dress/skirt: i don’t even know what to say. if i think about how many times we’ve checked this off at this point i break down. barry and i wrote this a MONTH BEFORE TOUR STARTED

girlcockgate: leggings do not a good jockstrap make

borderline kink costume: checked off because of catgirl, but at this point should be blackout

someone wipes the fuck out: ray has fallen over TWICE <3 i need her

#:))#bingo

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untitled5071 · 7 months

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I have a Lisa Frankenstein request! If you'd rather not, thats totally okay, but I'd love a modern au of them going to a my chemical romance concert. ^^ it's for me and for one of my friends too, and it would really mean a lot to us! Thank you so much for doing what you do!

I hope you like it!

🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦

“Oh my god oh my god, I think this is it!”

Even though Lisa’s eyes were trained on the stage in front of her, her arms were busy shaking the daylights out of her husband, her hands on his shoulders while he chuckled adoringly at her enthusiasm. He wasn’t doing too good of a job at hiding his own, either; this concert may have been a gift for Lisa while they ‘traveled’ through Mexico as part of their “don’t get caught by the police” world tour, but he was excited too.

They hadn’t been to a concert in a long time; after Lisa was reanimated and recovered, the two of them had gotten as far away from Brookside as they could potentially get, and once the dust settled, they decided to do a little traveling to see what the modern world could offer them. They had no end of potential date ideas, but they both particularly liked live music.

Though their favorite of all time would always be the private one given in the living room of Lisa’s old home, they both enjoyed being among other music lovers and shouting lyrics like maniacs. Granted, he knew he wouldn’t be doing much shouting tonight in the sea of people they found themselves in-both because he knew he wouldn’t be heard and because shouting just wasn’t in the cards tonight, but it was all worth it for the sake of seeing Lisa so happy.

Speaking of Lisa, her declaration that the show was starting seemed to be right on the money, since the lights were starting to dim, the anticipatory roar of the crowd was starting to get louder and cell phone flashlights were starting to flick on like illuminated eyes across the arena. The creature divided his attention between Lisa and the stage as the sound of a heart monitor was projected over the screams of the fans, and she grabbed his stitched-on hand in a vice grip when a gurney containing a covered body was rolled onstage.

Lisa’s cheers joined that of the rest of the crowd when the body revealed itself to be the lead singer, clad in a hospital gown over his signature dark outfit and clutching a microphone. The first song was ironically called “The End”, and as the creature expected, Lisa sang every word at the top of her lungs, teased hair flying in every direction as she bounced along to the beat.

He knew buying her that second hand iPod Nano last year was a good idea.

The first verse ended with Gerard Way ripping off his hospital gown as the biggest curtain they had ever seen opened to reveal the rest of the band, already whaling away on their respective instruments. They all wore black outfits and parade marshal’s jackets (which seemed fitting), and they weren’t the only ones who had dressed the part.

Lisa had spent hours trying to pick the perfect combination of tights and tops for this concert (all black, of course), and had finally settled on black fishnet tights that she had torn and woven back together herself with more colorful embroidery thread (sticking heavily to purple and green to match her husband’s stitched limbs), a black tulle miniskirt and a black sports bra under a mesh top, complete with black and dark-gray striped arm warmers, to match the fashion of the time. He himself was wearing a leather jacket over a deep red shirt, and his best ripped jeans that Lisa distressed for him, in more ways than one. They blended in perfectly with the ocean of punks around them, and that was just fine by them.

The band cycled through their set with infectious energy and an electric stage presence, and the creature was surprised that the stadium they were in didn’t collapse under the weight of the stomping and jumping the audience was doing. He was particularly fascinated by the mosh pit that had formed towards the font; it was mesmerizing to see all of those bodies moving in such a disjointed but synchronized way that anyone could immediately understand was dangerous if not done properly. He had to respect it, honestly.

The biggest problem with it, on the other hand, was that it was blocking their view of the stage, and by the time the band’s most popular started (signaled by a single note that was almost drowned out by the crowd), the frenzied movements of the people closer to the stage got more intense, as did the noise level.

Lisa was staining herself on her tiptoes to see over the screaming heads in front of them, and when her husband noticed this, he put a hand on her shoulder gently, shuffling in the limited space that they had so that his back was to her, and squatted down slightly. Lisa got the hint immediately and hopped onto his back, and he hoisted her up so she could see over the several hundred flip phones being used to record the show and get a better view of the stage. She was delighted by this plan, holding onto him with her thighs and one hand while waving her other hand in the air, mirroring Gerard on stage. And even though her voice was meshing with thousands of others, even that of the actual lead singer, the creature thought her voice was the clearest and most beautiful of them all.

She must have been able to feel his adoring gaze somehow, because as the song ended in a shower of confetti and pyrotechnics, she bent down and kissed his right cheek first, then his left, whispering (or, given the noisy circumstance) said in a normal speaking voice,

“Thank you. I love you so much.”

And though he was particularly tongue-tied that evening and unable to speak the words back, he hoped that the kiss he gave her amidst the crowd’s raucous applause spoke his feelings adequately.

They stayed that way as the concert continued, the creature keeping Lisa safe in the arms collapsed around where she was perched on his back and Lisa sneaking little kisses or playing with his hair in between songs, and as the band played one of their slower pieces, the two undead souls swayed together, united in their love of music and each other.

These are the eyes and the lies of the taken

These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours

They burn 'cause they are all afraid

When mine beats twice as hard

'Cause the world is ugly

But you're beautiful to me

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 1 year

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nina, jane, jeff and clockwork with a scene! s/o? :3

scene kids >>>

Also i feel like you picked some of the most perfect creeps for this prompt

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Nina

I feel like she would be a mix of scene and emo

Mostly scene though

So she adores having a scene s/o!

You borrow each other's hairspray and teasing combs and accessories, etc

She steals your shirts sometimes if it goes better with her outfit

She always returns it....

....after she covers it in her perfume

Hair dying dates are very much a thing!

Whether shes dying yours, youre dying hers, or maybe you both do each others!

Another common date is making kandi together

She's made you bracelets that say her name, say both of your names, and say silly things like "fart"

Someday, she wants to go on a concert date with you

The two of you, wearing matching outfits and partying all night long to the music

It makes her heart flutter!!

Speaking of things that make her heart flutter, she gets butterflies when she hears your clothes jingle

She doesn't quite know what it is about it, but she loves it so much

If you are someone who wants to get married, she constantly talks about how she's gonna get gerard way to play at your wedding

She also loves doing your makeup!!

Her favorite part is the lipstick

In her opinion, it brings the entire look together

Though, you'd look gorgeous no matter what

Jeff

This guy is an absolute metal head

But in his younger years, he was a emo kid

We're talking sode part, too many belts, a strange amount of mcr t-shirts, the list goes on and on

So when your relationship with him begins, he will most likely give you all of his old gear

You will have to wash most of it because lord knows this boy does not shower

Maybe if you asked nicely enough hed dress up again for you

But he would refuse to go out like that

He would like to go shopping with you though!

A date i think he'd have fun with is going to the mall together, getting boba and just walking around buying clothes and accessories

Which is something he can do now, since he spends most of his time in the underworld

You'll just have to hope that you don't get caught up by the paparazzi

Which is almost never the case, especially with him being JEFF. THE. KILLER.

If you do manage to have a nice time with just the two of you though, congrats!

Jane

I feel like Jane doesn't really enjoy the scene aesthetic

She's a very toned down person, so all of the accessories and loud music just kind of overstimulates her

But, its not like shes gonna make you dress any way

If you like the way you dress, then thats your choice and she respects that

She would like to watch you style your hair and do your makeup though

Shed find it intriguing, and she enjoys seeing how your styles differ

She might let you style her hair as well, but it would take a lot of convincing

She is very particular about her hair, and seeing all of the hairspray you put in yours, it would really make her uneasy

But if you did convince her, she'd be pleasantly suprised!

She'd want you to style her hair more often, because she discovered that the way you style it actually flatters her face shape very well

I feel like shed be open to going to a concert with you!

Just dont expect her to really do much

She'll be very busy just enjoying the music, she wont drink or really even dance much

If you are shorter than her, she will hold your hips and sway side to side with you to the beat

If you're taller than her, then she will stand in front of you, with your hands around her shoulders

Clockwork

I feel like she wouldn't really care that you're scene

In the nicest way possible

Like she just doesn't really care what you dress like, she loves you and thats all she knows

But if you wanted to ramble all about your fashion or music, shed be happy to listen!

Shed be the most willing (besides nina) to let you dress her up

She feels super cool once she gets all of the belts and chains around her waist

It gives her a sort of nostalgic feeling

She wasnt necessarily scene when she was younger, but she had the classic bangs and she wore mostly baggy jeans and band t-shirts

She is willing to let you do basically anything to her

If you wanna practice makeup on her, she will let you

If you wanna see how an outfit looks, she'll model it for you

Shes the most chill with doing whatever you wanna do

Like she will literally say yes to anything

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Halloween Party 𓆩♡𓆪 (Gerard Way x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

A/N: This is part 3 of the request. Again this following fanfic is going to be smut. So hopefully you like this last part. <3 Thank you so much for reading <3

TW: Pet names, oral sex, rough, and cussing

(Reader discretion is advised)

Halloween was coming up and you had no plans for that day. Your roommates were excited about a party that another friend of theirs was throwing. They begged you to come along. You accepted for the reason of beer and having something sexy to wear. You had a week to think of a costume before the party. You already had the idea in mind, you were going as an angel. You had a white dress and white heels. You just needed the halo to finish it. Which was easy to find since it was easy to find online. Finally, Halloween came around and you got all dressed up. Your roommates drove you to the party and you walked in. Music was blaring and alcohol was everywhere. One of your friends at the party tossed you a beer and you quickly drank. You only had one beer and you already felt loose.

You danced and drank more. While you danced, you accidentally stepped on someone's foot. You quickly turned around and apologized. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" You asked frantically. The guy you stepped on was tall, had dark hair, wore red eyeshadow, and was dressed like the devil. He looked so beautiful and pretty. You couldn't make up words to describe him. "It's okay, you didn't mean to, angel." He said. You stammered and blushed. Angel? Damn, that's hot. "H-haha, I see what you did there devil man," you said jokingly while hitting the side of his arm. "I'm Gerard and you are?" He said while looking you up and down. You gulped and blushed. "I'm Y/N and surprisingly not angel." You said with a smile while leaning over to him. Gerard smiles and grabs your hand.

"Well Y/N why don't we go somewhere private?" Gerard said while leading you upstairs. "Okay sure, the devil is being a little flirty." You said with a chuckle. Gerard looks back and smiles wider. "Says you, you're being a little naughty for an angel," Gerard said with a wink. You and Gerard ran to a random room where nobody was there. It was just a small bedroom. Gerard closes the door and locks it. You didn't know whose room this was or cared. You just wanted to kiss Gerard or maybe do more with him. The alcohol was really making you horny and you wanted to take care of that with Gerard. You tucked Gerard's necktie around his neck. Gerard chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist. "Angel, you want me this bad?" Gerard said in your ear, chills shot down your spine as he whispered in your ear.

"Yes sir, I want you." You said under your breath. Gerard smirks and lifts up your chin to make you look at him in his eyes. "What was that? I didn't hear you." Gerard says lowly. You gasp quietly and gulp. "I want you, sir, I want you so much." You said loudly enough to make him hear you. Gerard smirks wider and gently pushes you down to your knees. "Is that so angel? Beg for it." Gerard said lowly. You chuckled, put your hands on your knees, and looked up at him. "I want your pretty cock in my mouth sir, please let me taste you." You said in a whiney tone. Gerard looks down at you begins to unzip his pants and slides them down.

Exposing his large member, you gasped at the size. You wrap your finger around him and start to move up and down. Gerard moans quietly and looks down at you. "God angel you're so pretty when you're doing that," Gerard groans. You smile and lean closer towards him. You lick his tip and begin to swish your tongue around him. Gerard's mouth swung open and moans escaped his lips. "Just like that princess, you're doing so good." Gerard moans out. Gerard grabs a fist of your hair causing you to moan.

Gerard smirks at your moans and you begin to bob your head. Gerard arches his back from you bobbing. "Agh fuck, I'm going to come baby." Gerard moans. You slide your lips off causing a loud pop and look up. "Then come for me, my little devil man." You said while jerking him up and down. Gerard blushes at your pet name for him. After a few minutes of jerking, you open your mouth slightly to catch his release. Gerard comes, his release lands in your mouth and you lick your lips. Gerard smiles and wipes the remaining come off your lips. "You're such a good little angel for me, I'll clean you up," Gerard said while running his thumb over your plump red lips. You smile and get up and kiss him. Gerard smirks and takes your hand to the bathroom.

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xocasper · 2 years

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Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Fourteen - Costumes Warnings: NSFW content Tags: oral sex, fingering, riding, dirty talk, light choking kink Word Count: 4894 A/N: cowboy mikey switch mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey

When Gerard initially handed Mikey a cowboy hat, his brows furrowed in confusion. When he got the explanation, his nose had wrinkled as well.

“It was the only thing left in your size,” Gerard sighed, shrugging while Mikey flipped the costume around in his hands.

He scoffed, “Yeah, I can see why.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault you waited until Halloween to get a costume. Maybe if you had planned ahead like most people…”

Mikey cut him off before the lecture could begin. “God, you sound like Mom right now. Thank you for the costume, G. I might as well wear a chastity belt to the party.”

Gerard’s face contorted, “Wow, thanks for sharing. Anyway, I thought that if you had to look dumb for the night, we could look dumb together.”

He wasn’t sure if Mikey would love or hate the idea, but he had snagged the same costume just in case. As he pulled out the exact ensemble, he could see Mikey’s sour expression then into giggles and bewilderment.

“God, that’s somehow worse! We haven’t matched since elementary school,” he cackled, a wide grin on his face. “It’s perfect, thank you. Really.”

Gerard shook his head, feeling the tension shatter as laughter floated through the room. “Yeehaw, motherfucker.”

And now, the two of them had finished setting up for Frank’s annual Halloween party. It had fallen on a Saturday this year, which meant that it overlapped with his birthday festivities. Obviously, this meant the bigger the better, and Frank had probably bought all of the alcohol in North Jersey.

“Jesus, Frank. You’re cleaning up the vomit tomorrow,” Mikey sighed, eyeing the plethora of spirits before him.

Frank flipped him the bird, “Nah, I’ll just get Gerard to do it. I’m sure he’d love to clean up puke.”

“That is not true,” he said indignantly, glaring at the boy from the couch.

Disgust crossed Mikey’s face as he shook his head, effectively ending the conversation. “Whatever. When are people supposed to be getting here?”

Frank rolled his eyes while Mikey peered out the window, spotting the starry sky. October had darkened real quick, the month already chipping away into November. “Soon. You should probably get ready. You too, Gerard.”

Gerard burst into a fit of giggles while Mikey groaned, trudging to his bedroom while his brother trailed behind. Sitting on his bed was the wretched costume bag, containing the stupidly edgy cowboy costumes. What fucking cowboy wears all black anyway?

He couldn’t say he wasn’t grateful for the monochrome, preferring to wear all black than an autumnal checkerboard. Hastily, he tossed Gerard his costume, who laughed again and booked it to the bathroom. Through the paper-thin walls, he could hear Frank laughing, and he flushed with embarrassment as he pulled on the costume.

At least it fits, he decided, turning around in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. He had narrowly missed Frank, slamming the door shut while his friend begged to see his kitschy costume. It didn’t do much for him, but then again, he managed to pick up hot moms as a geeky teenager. He may have remained a total nerd, but he had certainly grown into his features, cowboy costume for not. Bracing for impact, he swung the door open, locking eyes with his matching brother.

“Oh my god, you match!” Frank snorted, pointing between the two of them and running off to grab his camera. “We need family photos!”

Mikey’s eyes widened, “No we do not!”

“Aw, c’mon Mikes,” Gerard said, jostling him. “Just one?”

He frowned, “I look stupid.”

Suddenly, Gerard was hit with a wave of nostalgia, doubling over at the fond memory. Through scattered giggles, he managed to communicate to a thoroughly confused Mikey. “Fuck, do you— do you remember when Mom dressed us up as Winnie the Pooh? And you were… shit, which one were you?”

Mikey cracked a grin, one that soon turned into laughter as well. “Dude, I was Piglet.”

It was a sweet scene, quickly captured by Frank with a soft click, and Mikey couldn’t be bothered to care. Gerard wiped his eyes, “God, it feels just like that. I hated that costume.”

Frank piped up, “Do a spin for me, Mikey!”

This time, he complied, turning around in his goofy costume, and letting his friend snap one more photo before the doorbell rang. It was Ray, and then a few minutes later, Gerard’s coworker. In an hour, they had already gotten a solid turnout, guests pouring through the door and filling the living room. Mikey knew they would get a complaint from the neighbors, but Frank was already rushing to put on his “good mix.”

Rather than worrying, he decided that Frank could at least have tonight. If they got their asses kicked tomorrow, that was one thing, but he was here to have fun. Swiping a cup of cheap beer, he resorted to a corner in the living room, observing the crowd from his station. He didn’t know most of them, but a few people looked familiar. Primarily friends of the band and people Frank would bring over, but there were plenty of new faces. It was both an opportunity and a source of anxiety; while he didn’t really want to meet a million new people, someone could be worth it. That person just so happened to bump into him, and you turned around swiftly with an apology on your tongue.

“Shit, sorry,” you said reflexively, and Mikey almost wondered how often you tripped into people.

You hardly got to look at him before the words came tumbling out, so you took the liberty of checking him out while he murmured some consolation. A playful smile stretched across your face as you scanned his costume, but he took it in stride.

“Aw, I didn’t expect to meet the sheriff tonight,” you teased, mirroring his posture as you leaned against the wall. “I would’ve dressed better for the occasion.”

He shot you a smile, letting his eyes trace over your figure as he spoke. “That would be my brother, but I’ll give you an A for effort.”

“How generous of you.”

He was cute, pulling off the goofy hat and vest impressively well. Even in the dark, you could make out his features–pretty hazel eyes that contrasted irresistibly with his bone structure, strong and defined against plush skin. Mikey himself seemed to be a contradiction, standing shy in the corner, and yet he was quipping right back with confidence.

“I try,” he replied, eyeing you up once more. “What are you supposed to be anyway?”

It was a genuine question, but he didn’t get an answer in the same fashion. “I can be whatever you want, cowboy.”

“Is that so?” he asked, nearly thrown off guard by your flirtiness.

He took a small swig from his solo cup before setting it down on a side table, still watching you with keen interest; not to mention mild shock, floored that he could, in fact, get laid in a cowboy costume. Your jokes were lighthearted, flirty and teasing, and Mikey definitely didn’t mind as the gap between you began to shrink. You nodded and he leaned a little closer, a faint smile flashing across his face.

“Then I guess you’re mine tonight.”

His lips nearly met yours as you spoke, the gap having diminished to little more than an inch. “And what should I call you, cowboy?”

“My name’s Mikey, but you can always call me yours,” he said cheekily, the over-used pickup line sounding brand new coming from him.

You could’ve called him corny, smiling softly and preparing to quip back, but you resorted to murmuring your name. He hardly caught it, but his voice was like honey as he whispered it back, etching itself into your mind as his lips met yours.

The kiss was natural and easy, warmth and spark flowing between the two of you as his lips slotted against yours. He pulled you closer as his hand landed on your lower back, letting your fingers curl around his vest. Gradually, they slid up his chest, your palm smoothing over his cliché badge before meeting the nape of his neck.

Mikey pulled himself from the wall, breaking away from you simultaneously. With a delicate touch, you ran your fingertips across his jawline, tracing over his skin. Leisurely, you tilted his head up, and Mikey was more than compliant as you exposed the length of his neck. He swallowed hard as you pressed your lips to his throat, Adam's apple bobbing as you left a trail of open-mouthed kisses across his skin. His breath stalled as you reached the shell of his ear, leaving a faint hickey just below it.

“Your brother won’t mind if I steal you for the night, right?” you whispered, your breath making him shiver.

He couldn’t resist cracking another joke, deadpan as usual. “I mean, he might arrest you for kidnapping. Sheriff’s duties, and all.”

You beamed, planting a kiss on the top of his jaw. “Then I’m guilty as charged.”

“Fuck,” was all he could manage, breathy and low as you tilted his head forward again.

Smooth and eager, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. This time it was different, lacking its prior hesitance, now replaced with fervor. His grip on your hips was still secure, and his thumbs toyed with your shirt as you kissed him. Your tongue parted his lips with a tentative swipe, gliding against his with sweet passion. A light moan poured from them like a hymn, soft and pretty, pink tinging his cheeks at your acknowledgment.

“C’mon, cowboy, let’s go somewhere more private,” you purred into his ear, already missing his kisses.

A victorious smile formed on his lips, and he eagerly interlocked your fingers. Weaving through clusters of tipsy guests, he led you to a bedroom door. You were expecting him to take you out of the house, like back to his car or apartment–maybe you weren’t clear enough.

“You sure there isn’t a law against having sex in a stranger’s bed?” you asked playfully, though skepticism was a clear undertone.

He breathed a short laugh and shut the door, sliding your back against it. “Maybe, but that’s not a stranger’s bed.”

“Is it your bed?” you asked, slowly putting it together.

You knew Frank had a roommate named Mikey; how could you not? He talked about Mikey endlessly, and you heard countless stories about him back when you worked together. So after making out with him, you definitely should’ve figured it out. Here you stood anyway, solving things at an arguably inopportune time. Mikey could see the cogs turning and shook his head slightly, amused by the whole situation. “Nope; it’s Frank’s.”

You must’ve looked horrified, as he gave a sudden laugh and let his forehead fall against yours. “I’m joking, hun, it’s mine.”

“You know, Frank used to talk about you constantly,” you said as you gave him a relieved smile.

He nodded, “Yeah? He used to talk about you a lot too.”

“All good, I hope.”

Mikey just smiled back, tight-lipped and coy, pressing kisses to your neck. “He said you were hot, but this,” he said, letting his hands outline your figure. “Is so much better.”

“Did he really?” you teased, leaning your head back to give him room.

You could feel him smile as he nipped at your skin, the warmth of his tongue sealing each mark. “Mhm,” he hummed, mimicking you as he whispered in your ear. “But I bet you look even better with your clothes off.”

“C’mon then, cowboy,” you said, swiping his hat and lightly tugging him back to your lips. “Or I’ll have to turn myself into the sheriff.”

He shook his head with genuine amusement, “Aw, baby, he could never fuck you like I could.”

“Yeah? Prove it.”

Mikey wanted nothing more, taking back his cheesy hat as his palm pinned your wrists against the door. One of his hands slipped away, holding your waist firmly as he leaned in again, his lips meeting yours with fervorous confidence.

Quick and messy became the theme of his kisses, easily fulfilling your challenge with his lips alone. He was fucking skilled, and you knew he got around based on Frank’s word. It showed as he let your arms fall, your hands splaying themselves across his shoulders while his tongue dipped past your lips. You had led the kisses earlier, but now he was in control, swirling his tongue against yours. Pride filled him to the brim, and he somehow became more confident in his maneuvers, letting his knee press between your legs experimentally.

The slightest hitch in your breath drove him wild, and he pulled away gently. “That good, baby?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, ignoring the question and planting your hands on his cheeks to pull him back in. His cockiness was a major turn-on, embarrassing as it was. Flirty remarks poured from him effortlessly, and each word made you heat up. Light touches were even worse, and he nearly sent you over the edge when his fingers began tracing your waistband. Before they could slide beneath the fabric though, you had hooked your fingers around his belt loops, suddenly turning to press him against the door.

“What’s up?” he mumbled, enthused as he settled back against the wood.

You grinned mischievously, “I wanna suck you off.”

Mikey swore to god that was the best answer he could’ve gotten, gladly getting comfortable and moaning a soft curse. Frank seriously should’ve brought you around sooner.

You looked happier than anyone he’d ever seen, pressing a quick kiss to his neck before sinking to your knees. Shit, you looked excited to suck his dick, so pretty and pleased as you reached for the button of his jeans. For a moment, you glanced up, scanning him for apprehension.

“Go on, pretty,” he encouraged, his hips jumping softly. “I wanna fuck you sooner or later.”

Mikey could spin the most basic lines into something magical, confident and impure, causing sweet anticipation to form in your stomach. As much as you wanted him to take you right then and there, he was already reacting so candidly to your offer, convincing you to stay. Besides, he only got better with time, lifting your chin up delicately while you unzipped his pants.

There was something about you that was different–you were confident and enthusiastic, keeping pace with Mikey perfectly. He wasn’t used to this sort of equality, and fuck, was he enjoying it. He spared you another glance, watching as you tugged down his jeans with a hint of wonder in your eyes. Admittedly, he was in awe as well, completely disbelieving that a discount cowboy costume was getting him head.

You started fairly easy, and Mikey watched you like a hawk as you reached towards him. He still had his boxers on, but you didn’t care, tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric. One of your hands wrapped around his thigh, while the other palmed him through his boxers, working him up before they were even off. His erection was already growing, pressing eagerly against your hand while you stroked him. It bordered on embarrassing, but Mikey had a pretty good excuse if you were the cause of it.

Slowly, your hands drifted towards his waistband, and your fingertips traced the brand on it. “You’re so hot like this,” you mumbled, kissing him through the fabric for good measure.

“Yeah?” he breathed, curious. “Like what?”

You grinned, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of his cock. You received a shuddered groan in response, and you finally pulled down his boxers. “Desperate.”

Comebacks were unthinkable when you were looking at him like that, peering up at him with a mix of wonder and rogue. The look in your eyes was nothing short of devilish, holding strong intention as you placed a gentle hand on his cock. You looked so innocent, holding him ever so sweetly as you promised him blissful sin. It had another shudder wracking through him as you mouthed at the tip, letting precum smear itself across your lips.

You took your time kissing him, up and down the length of his cock, wet and messy as you wrapped your lips around the head. Still, you weren’t satisfied enough to let him in your mouth, running your tongue along the base, warmth flowing through his veins. A whine threatened to spill, but he bit it back, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth while you kitten-licked him. God, it was fucking sadistic how slow you were, watching him eagerly as your tongue flicked across his cock, tasting how bad he wanted you.

Maybe swirling your tongue around him was a little self-indulgent, but he didn’t know, his mouth falling open at the sensation. “You like that, cowboy?” you teased, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

“God, you did not just call me that with my dick in your mouth,” he laughed, cut with a moan as you sucked softly.

You shrugged, pumping him slowly. “You’re still wearing the costume, aren’t you?”

His lips parted to object, but you were quicker, lolling your tongue out and taking him into your mouth. Another wave of warmth surged through him, physical this time, and he moaned something pretty as you took him deeper. Every sound he made was melodic and rare, subtle encouragement that spurred you on further. Before setting a pace, you pulled off, kissing the head delicately as saliva coated your lips. They were spit-slick and swollen as you dropped your tongue out, and you locked eyes with Mikey when you leaned in.

Holy fuck. He must’ve dreamt you into reality, balling his hands into fists as you slid onto his cock, fucking moaning as your lips wrapped around him. It sent a vibration through him, well received as he groaned deeply. His hips jumped slightly, but you pinned them back against the door, sliding him further into your mouth and then out again.

Even if your rhythm had started slow, it evolved into something deep and quick shortly after. You gagged lightly as he gave a sudden jerk, making him smile with a hint of sadism. “Easy there, baby, I wouldn’t want you to choke.”

It was a promise more than a warning, and a sarcastic one at that; the kind that turned you on more than you’d like to admit, making the growing wetness between your legs unbearable. His hands would be on you soon enough though, and the same slender fingers that had nearly slipped inside of you earlier would fulfill their promise. Part of you wished you had given in earlier, but the way he was whining made it all worth it.

He didn’t want to come too quickly, but between your mouth and your hands, it was becoming an embarrassing reality. Luckily, he wouldn’t get the chance, as you were waiting for the exact moment to pull away. Your head bobbed on his cock, quick and needy, torn between breaking him now and waiting until later.

You didn’t have to wait much longer to make a choice, Mikey’s hips giving a sudden jerk before he was moaning a breathy, “Oh, fuck.”

It was as much of a warning as you could get, and you pulled off immediately, Mikey watching you desperately. He was about two seconds from begging you to let him finish, a low moan wracking through him as he stared down at you. Regardless, you just stared back at him, sitting pretty on your knees and almost wishing you had given in. Even if you wouldn’t let him come, it was still one hell of a blowjob, and he heaved a sigh as he slumped back against the door.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, letting his head fall back against the wood. “God, you’re a fucking angel.”

You smiled up at him, one of ironic purity, standing up and sliding your hands up his chest. He wiped your lips with his thumb, and slowly lowered his head to kiss you again. He moved much slower, slightly winded, and you tossed his hat to the side to rake your hands through his hair. He moaned as you pulled him closer, and he nimbly tugged at your waistband. Your touch was irresistible, tugging off his vest before slipping beneath his shirt, the two of you shedding layers and inhibitions as he walked you toward his bed.

A small laugh flowed from your lips, contagious as you dropped down against his mattress. Mikey followed suit, slithering up the sheets and hovering above you. He was truly a sight to be seen, gazing at you with wide eyes covered by tousled hair. His lips were slightly swollen and parted, and his neck was decorated with blossoming bruises. You traced over them with your fingertips while his hands floated toward your panties, tugging them off eagerly.

It was laughable how impatient he had grown, though he tried his best to balance the scale. You watched with bated breath as his fingers dipped past his lips, resurfacing a moment later, shiny and slick. After a night of teasing, you had grown shamefully wet, not to mention restless as his fingers danced along your skin. He was taking his time, but hypocritically, you needed him now.

You thought you could fight the twist in your stomach, cupping his cheek and kissing him deeply while his fingers caressed your skin. It was undoubtedly retribution for earlier, but you had little patience for it. Continuing to writhe in his bed did nothing, and Mikey was very pleased with himself as a subconscious whine left your lips. Finally, his fingers slipped past your folds, receiving a soft gasp in response.

From there, he set a slow pace, crooking his fingers deep inside of you. Had you not been waiting impatiently, it would’ve been nice—intimate, even, but you couldn’t help but wager with him.

“Mikey, I’ll fuck you in the morning too if you hurry up.”

He had to pull away to smile down at you, arrogant and impressed. “Yeah? What’re you gonna do to me?”

You started to respond, but the sudden speed of his fingers caught you off guard. A breathy moan was the only sound you made, causing Mikey to push further. “I know what I’m gonna do,” he whispered, pressing his thumb to your clit.

You looked up at him curiously, and he gave you short kisses as he spoke. “First, I’m gonna eat you out,” he paused, another kiss. “But I won’t let you come. And when you get all needy for me, I’ll fuck you stupid.”

“Really?” you breathed, clinging to your composure. “Well, I’m in control tonight, cowboy.”

If you had any less discipline, you would have given in to his filthy intentions right then in there. But, his fingers were already inside of you and you were too damn close to quit now. Besides, for as good as he looked above you, he’d look even better below you.

Your muscles were wound tight, taut and begging for release as he worked quicker, circling your clit simultaneously. God, he fucking needed you to come, just to see your confidence fade for a moment, replaced by a moment of weakness. Mikey needed to know that he was the cause of it and that he was fucking you tonight.

The quicker he went, the louder you got. With music blaring in the other room, he took it as a fine opportunity to pull everything from you—moans, whines, fucking whimpers, even. And it was no different when you came, Mikey listening eagerly as pretty sounds poured out.

He continued to work his fingers slowly before pulling out, kissing you at the same speed while you fell from the high. After slipping them out though, they landed right back in his mouth, greedily cleaned up by an eager Mikey.

“I’d eat your pussy now if I didn’t wanna fuck you so bad,” he said, leaning in briefly.

You indulged, catching his lips between yours before pulling away with a sly remark. “Oh no, cowboy.”

Confusion crossed his face, but you swiftly rolled him over. “You know what they say,” you told him, hovering over him this time.

Even if he had since stripped his costume, you took the corny song as gospel. Truthfully, Mikey didn’t mind, not when your hand was wrapped around him again, stroking him gently. His cock was still begging to come, hard and leaking in your palm. It was almost pitiful, seeing him so vulnerable. His ego hadn’t faded though, Mikey still confident and suave as you perched over him.

Even as you rifled through his bedside table, he remained stoic, fighting the incredible urge to grind against you. But as usual, he resisted, chewing his bottom lip and inhaling sharply as you rolled a condom on him. He wasn’t exactly known to be patient, anyway.

You drifted towards him again, and his hands gravitated towards your hips, helping you hover above him. You were fucking breathtaking, every dip and curve practically handcrafted as you kneeled in nothing. And yet it didn’t even cross your mind, how you looked to him, too focused on making him feel good to care.

Mikey helped you ease down, groaning at the foreign tightness as you clenched around him. Shuddered curses fell from his lips while his hands squeezed your thighs, pressing his palms to your skin while you ground against him. Regrettably, he let himself slip, and his hips gave a sudden buck at the sensation.

“Holy shit,” you moaned, surprised by the jerk. “You’re so impatient, aren’t you?”

It was teasing, and Mikey rolled his eyes playfully. “You love it.”

“I do,” you told him, grinding your hips towards his. “Shows how much you need me.”

Why the fuck hadn’t Frank asked you out yet?

Mikey didn’t care to ask questions, no matter how curious he was. Not when you were rolling your hips like that, slow and deep, waiting for the right moment to speed up. His hands smoothed over your thighs before lifting you up, bucking his hips as you sank down again. You gave a soft moan and a cocky grin formed on his lips, “Yeah?”

His suffocating self-assuredness continued to fluster you, and you grew warmer as he gave your thighs a gentle squeeze. Every move you made seemed to spur him on, hardly having set a rhythm before one of his hands was sliding up your skin. He moved up your thighs, waist, chest–and then your neck, where he landed gracefully. His thumb brushed over a collection of marks left behind, titling your head back while he gave a gentle squeeze.

The same “I wouldn’t want you to choke,” echoed in your ears as he pulled your hips down again, a whine falling past your parted lips. You had adopted his desperation, lowering your head to catch the determination in his eyes. He wanted you to break—but he would have to break first.

“Easy,” you chided, receiving a harsh buck in response.

For each time he rebelled, your rhythm slowed, and you kept the pattern until he had turned to Pavlov’s dog. Compliance was rare from Mikey, yet here he lay, moaning as you bounced in his lap. He quickly learned his place and simply watched as you took control, massaging your thighs periodically with his eyes glued to your cunt. God, were you a sight for sore eyes, taking his cock like it was fucking made for you, and grinding on him until he could feel the world coming to a stop.

As pretty as you thought he sounded, he couldn’t get over your voice, how you murmured obscenities crossed with his name, dropping faint pleas with a cry of bliss on deck. He tried to fight it off, to hang on a little longer and win this odd sort of battle, but you played dirty.

“Oh fuck, Mikey,” you moaned, letting it echo in his ears.

Clenching his teeth and drawing blood from his lip could only do so much when his subconscious took the lead. With a final jerk of his hips, he was coming, hot and desperate while a proud smile crossed your lips.

“My needy boy,” you murmured, to which he groaned, turned on and embarrassed by the nickname.

It was almost overwhelming for him, the roll of your hips as you worked towards your release, and the sprinkled praise that came with it.

“You feel so good. Fuck, you’re so good to me.”

Having his ego stripped from him was foreign, but he wasn’t complaining, whiny and bleary-eyed as you came around him, still moaning soft praise for him. It was no longer antagonizing, turning earnest instead of arrogant, and he could do nothing more than whimper and moan as you rode out your high.

With the little strength he had left, he helped you off, wrapping his arms around your waist as you settled against his chest. It was blissful for a moment, silent and sweet, where the only sound in the room was heaving chests and rustling sheets.

“So…” he breathed, panting softly. “Can I get your number or something?”

You grinned, giving him a brief kiss. “Later, cowboy. I wouldn’t let you get away without it.”

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homophobicgerardwayau · 1 year

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omg i wanna hear abt you meeting them!!!

Ok, so me and my friend (pictured) flew to Auckland on a red eye a couple of days before the NZ show. We get off the plane and I wait at the arrivals gate for her to change her contacts and a flight comes in 2 mins later from LA. I look up and see Worm and my heart stops. I’m wearing a shirt with Gerard’s face on it. The whole band walks right past me (Business Class I suppose, so they are first to disembark). I start low key freaking out but try to remain composed and tell my friend that we will most likely be going through security alongside them and see them at baggage. We went through security literally right next to them the whole time and we are trying to keep cool and not look over too much. Everyone is dressed incognito especially Frank who is wearing like 4 layers plus a hat and scarf. Maybe everyone was just a bit chilly.

We um and ah about whether we should approach them and decide that if we walk directly past them than we will stop and say hi. I cover my shirt with an adidas windbreaker (I am now in adidas head to toe) and joke that Gerard will want to talk to me because I look like I listen to Pulp.

We approach and my friend starts talking but they don’t hear so I pipe up with the “hey guuuysss really sorry to bother you” and the whole band turns in unison to look at us and I stg it feels like it's in slow motion. It was really only like a 30 second interaction. I just said how excited we were to see them play live and how thankful we all were that they came all the way down here to play for us. Frank was smiling and was like 'awww thank you'. I told them the last time I saw them play live was 15 years ago and they were like 'whoa right on!' and I believe in that moment that I was clocked by American Rock Band My Chemical Romance. Crazy stuff lol. They were all very polite and smiley. We spent the rest of the day wandering around the city on a high.

Anyway, that’s the story. There was so much more I wanted to say but it wasn’t the time or place. And really, I’m sure they have heard my story a hundred times before. They already knew all of the things that I wanted to say if that makes sense.

#gerard way #gerardgirl #gerardie #gway #my chemical romance #frank iero #mcr return #mikey way #ray toro #mcr5 #Nancy

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extra — powódź zniszczyła ten dom

➝ after finding elisabeth in tears in the bathroom, toto sees no other way out than a serious conversation with his mother

➝ word count: 5,8k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: this is probably the toughest extra ally has ever written for this story. i hope it is less cruel to you than it was to me.

DECEMBER, 2015

Toto thought it was going to be a nice enough evening. His mom and sister agreed to come to dinner with Elisabeth and him — an opportunity to meet the other women that were most important to Toto, other than his daughter, but Elisabeth had already met Rosi anyway. He picked a restaurant in Vienna he thought sounded interesting. Lili ended up missing her flight from Paris — she, her husband Gerard and her daughter Eloise were there over the holidays with his family.

Toto couldn’t help but think that Elisabeth looked amazing. She always did, in his mind, but she looked particularly good that night. She wore a navy blue dress, and, while Toto didn’t pay much attention to things like makeup or jewelry, he noticed that Elisabeth wore the ring that he got her for Christmas. Well, Rosi helped him pick it out for her, and Liesl seemed to absolutely love it. She wasn’t one to wear things that are too flashy, normally, but when Rosi pointed out that particular ring in the store, Toto knew that Elisabeth would love it.

He thought everything was going fine, other than his mother asking what happened to Aurélie. Toto awkwardly explained that they had broken up over a year ago — he was sure he’d told his mother, but maybe not. They didn’t really have the closest relationship. They never had, but Toto tried his best.

He had to get up and use the restroom in the middle of dinner. After he got back to the table, the air at their table was thick with tension. Joanna’s expression was haughty and unpleasant, and Elisabeth’s eyes were locked on her plate of dumplings. They were in the middle of talking about what Elisabeth did for work. Toto thought that was why — there was no straightforward answer, and it was a tricky conversation at the best of times — most people outside of the world of finance didn’t really understand it, that she does some consulting and manages her father’s business interests. She’s very good at it, too, but Toto couldn’t help but notice that his mother seemed a bit surprised.

After saying good night to mom and thanking her for coming out with them, Toto and Elisabeth went back to his penthouse that she had essentially moved into, staying with Toto when they weren’t in Oxfordshire. She still had her apartment in Vienna as well, but it was mostly empty now, and she was preparing to possibly sell it.

Elisabeth said she wanted to get a shower before she and Toto headed to bed for the evening. Toto went about his usual nighttime routine, but was surprised when he heard something that sounded like a woman crying from the bathroom.

He had to check on her.

— Liesl?

Toto didn’t want to barge in on her. He called her name, softly rapping on the door. He could hear the shower water running, and when he said her name, Elisabeth started crying even harder.

Toto opened the door to see her sitting under the spray of the shower, the water rolling down her back and neck. She was hugging her legs to her body, her forehead on her knees, sobbing her eyes out.

Toto wasn’t sure what was wrong, but he didn’t ask just yet — he knew whatever it was, wasn’t going to be fixed with her sitting in the shower. Toto stepped into the stall and turned off the water. He knelt down next to her, speaking to her softly, gently trying to get her to untangle her limbs from the ball she was curled into.

— Elisabeth, please, talk to me. Please, baby.

She stopped crying for a second, but started again once she finally looked up into Toto’s face, seeing the worried sadness in his eyes. The look on her face broke Toto’s heart, too. He wasn’t sure if it was something he could fix, but he knew that he had to try.

Elisabeth let Toto take her out of the shower and dry her off, wrapping her up in some fresh towels so she’d stay warm while they talked. Toto knew she probably wouldn’t have it in her to change into some pajamas, but that was okay. He took her hands in his and walked her to the edge of the bed, sitting her down so that they could talk.

She explained everything.

Toto pulled Elisabeth close to him and wrapped his arms around her, guiding her head to rest against his chest. Her hair left damp patches on the front of Toto’s dress shirt, but he didn’t mind. It didn’t matter, as long as it soothed her. If it would make her feel better, Toto would have held onto her like that forever.

Her Christmas dinner with her family was terrible, apparently. Mathias, after walking in on Elisabeth and Toto in a compromising position during a race weekend, was furious with her, and apparently hadn’t cooled down yet. Toto suspected more — she would have mentioned Christmas dinner earlier, right?

He dreaded asking if it was something his mother had said to Elisabeth.

Toto’s relationship with his mother was complicated, but ultimately, he did love her. She was somewhat distant when he was a child, but she was very good at a lot of things, and incredibly smart. He’d gotten closer to her as an adult and developed an appreciation for the hardships and trauma she’d gone through in her own life. She left home at a young age to escape the rising tide of a brutal Communist regime in Poland, she came to a new country where she didn’t speak the language, she lost her husband twice — first to a divorce following Sven’s brain cancer diagnosis, and then to the illness itself. She was incredibly good at a lot of things, but being a mother wasn’t one of them. Toto still couldn’t pinpoint what it was — a lack of tenderness, perhaps? She was an excellent grandmother to Rosi and Ben, however.

But if she said something she shouldn’t have to Elisabeth, it wouldn’t have surprised Toto. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

Toto remembered the night he introduced his mother to Aurélie.

One thing that many people didn’t realize about Toto was that he sought to minimize risk in his life. An odd trait for someone in investing and finance to have, sure, but maybe that was why he’d been successful so far. He sought to control as much of his life as he could, especially in the midst of the chaos of his job. He stayed in the same hotel in every different city — the same room, if possible, on trips to races. He ate the same meal for dinner — grilled chicken and vegetables — on race trips, preferring only to eat with Elisabeth or Niki, and to eat lunch by himself. He preferred to minimize chaos and keep things in as much order as possible. Emotions, just by their nature, were chaotic. It wasn’t that he didn’t like having emotions or desired to suppress his, but he felt like he needed to control his, to a degree.

He was passionate, no doubt, especially when it came to racing. He’d long struggled with depression, and had been regularly seeing a therapist for a few years now, but he wanted to be in control of his feelings when possible, and that included love. He desperately wanted to feel something for Aurélie, and thought that by introducing her to his mother and children, it would make her feel like part of his family.

Toto’s mother loved her. His kids didn’t, but she and Joanna got along like a house on fire. Elisabeth and Aurélie were so different in many ways, though, so maybe Elisabeth was just not measuring up to Joanna’s standards by comparison. After all, Joanna had said that Aurélie “was a lovely woman” during dinner.

— Fuck. Forgive me, Liesl.

She said it wasn’t just that. Toto tried to recall everything they talked about over their meal, but there was one big gap, one big unknown.

— It was when I went to the bathroom, wasn’t it?

She nodded, and Toto’s heart sank. What could his mother have possibly said that Elisabeth didn’t want to say?

It took some begging, as Elisabeth didn’t want Toto to be mad at his mother, knowing how difficult of a relationship they’d had before, but Toto told her that if he did get angry at her, it would be Joanna’s own doing.

— Toto, please…

— No — he said, cupping one of her cheeks with his hand — I beg you. Please tell me. I need to know.

She sighed heavily. Toto could feel the way her chest heaved as she tried to calm herself down, and described the questions that his mother asked when he had gotten up to go to the restroom. It sounded like Joanna had been quick to jump to a conclusion about Elisabeth — that she was just with Toto for his money, that she was a social climber, hoping to take advantage of him.

He looked down at the floor, trying to keep focused on his breath so he could keep his anger reined in.

— Did she say anything else? — Toto asked, quietly.

— Well, one more thing.

— What?

— She said she would do anything to protect you from… Whores like me.

Toto inhaled sharply again. Elisabeth noticed him clenching his fists. He took his arm off of Elisabeth’s shoulders, putting his hands on his knees, leaning forward a bit. He remained quiet for a moment.

— My mother couldn’t have said that — he said. It was clear he was trying very hard to maintain his composure.

— Please don’t be mad at her…

It tipped Toto over the edge.

— How could I not be mad at her? She had no right to treat you like that or to talk to you that way, Elisabeth.

He was furious, but there was a part of him that marveled at the way Elisabeth was begging him to not be angry. His mother had just called the woman he loved a whore and a gold-digger, and said that their relationship wouldn’t last. And that same woman was insisting that his mother did it because she was worried about her son, asking him to try not to be so angry with her.

“Leave it to Elisabeth to see the good in everyone”, Toto thought.

If only he felt it in him to do the same.

Toto assured Elisabeth that he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it, that he saw a future of being by her side as they traveled the world, thousands of possibilities. He said he even saw them having children — a little boy running around their yard in Oxfordshire, with Elisabeth’s eyes and his grandfather’s red hat.

She seemed to be reassured, at least for a bit. They both got up and finished getting ready for bed, but, by the time they’d laid down, Elisabeth had started sobbing again. Toto held her close, sitting up against the headboard, stroking her dark hair as she cried into his chest.

— I’m sorry… I thought I’d be okay, but I keep thinking — she swallowed, trying to continue. Her words came out in gasps — I keep thinking about the way your mom looked at me.

— I know, I’m sorry. She had no right to say those things. I thought she’d love you, because I do — Toto softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of Elisabeth’s head — Especially because, if anything, it couldn’t even be true. Of the two of us, you’re the one that came from a famous family. If anything, I’m using you for social climbing.

Elisabeth lifted her head to look up at him, her expression skeptical.

— Toto…

He rubbed her back, kissing her again.

— I know, baby. I’m just joking. But, it just shows you that my mother has no idea what she’s talking about.

They talked for a little while longer. Elisabeth cried some more, eventually falling asleep against Toto’s chest. He let her stay there, watching her as he rubbed her back, doing his best to give her some comfort and reassurance, even in her sleep. Toto didn’t sleep much that night, just dozing here and there. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Elisabeth, and couldn’t stop thinking about how poorly things had gone.

By the next morning, he had decided that his mother’s behavior couldn’t go unanswered. He hated that he had to get up, because Elisabeth looked relaxed and comfortable against his chest, but he needed to take care of this. He ran his hand through her brown locks, gently, until her eyes fluttered open.

— Good morning, my love — he said, quietly — I need to run an errand, but I’ll be back in a bit.

Elisabeth blinked her bleary eyes, trying to focus on his face.

— Oh… Where are you going? — she said with a yawn.

— I will tell you later, but I’ll bring you back some breakfast. I’ll get some of those croissants you like from Parémi. We can even have them with apricot jam, if you want. They’ll be nice and warm. And I’ll bring you a coffee so you don’t have to make any. You just stay here and sleep as long as you’d like — he told her. He had slid out of bed, at this point, replaced by the pillow Elisabeth was now cuddling with. He brought the duvet up to her shoulders, tucking her in as she sighed happily.

— That sounds good — she said drowsily — Don’t be gone too long.

He bent over to press a kiss to her cheek.

— I won’t, I promise.

He got dressed, fixed his hair, and threw on his coat as he went to leave the apartment. As he was reaching out for the door handle, something caught his eye. It was a framed photo that Toto had put up on the wall just a few days ago.

It was a photo from the moment the team’s second World Constructors Championship was assured, when Elisabeth turned to him and pulled him into a tight hug, while he lifted her off of her feet. Their faces were joyous, both mid-yell. They were in the center of the frame, seemingly in their own little bubble, blurred figures of mechanics and engineers in the frame behind them, cheering.

The team’s social media manager, Paul, had shown the picture to Toto while preparing posts for the week after the team’s victory. Toto asked him to omit the photo from any of the team’s social media channels, but asked Paul to send him the RAW file directly from the camera. Paul didn’t ask questions, which Toto appreciated. He had it printed out at the highest resolution he could, and had it framed in a simple black frame.

It was his favorite picture.

Elisabeth thought it was a bit embarrassing, because she’d forgotten, in the moment, that their relationship wasn’t public yet and she needed to exercise a bit more subtlety, but she admitted that she loved the picture, too. It was one of Toto’s favorite memories, now enshrined in an A4-sized frame on their living room wall.

It made his chest tighten a bit. He was happier than he’d ever remembered being in his lifetime, but there were so many people — his mother, Elisabeth’s brother — that were trying their damndest to snatch it away from them. He was resolved, then, to protect that. He wouldn’t ever let anyone steal Elisabeth’s happiness. Seeing her so upset the previous night was awful, and Toto never wanted to see her like that again.

As he drove over to his mother’s apartment in Mariahilf, he tried his best to focus on remaining calm. It was tricky, because every time he thought about the things Joanna had said to Elisabeth, it made him feel so angry.

He pulled up to his mother’s building and sighed as he put the shifter into park.

“Well”, he thought. “Here goes nothing”.

He knocked on the door to his mother’s apartment. Tentatively at first, then a bit more forcefully.

Joanna opened the door. She was visibly surprised to see him at first, but her expression softened into a smile.

— Totouśka! What a nice surprise! — she said, reaching out her arms to give her son a hug and a customary kiss on the cheek in greeting.

Toto held up a hand to her chest, stopping her from getting any closer. He wasn’t there for formalities.

— Save it, mama. I’m not here for a social visit. We need to talk — Toto said, in Polish. His face was serious and stern. Joanna’s expression fell, and her brown eyes moved up and down the length of Toto’s stature, before she pulled the door open more, gesturing for him to come inside.

— Well, what did you need to talk about? It must be serious for you to come all the way to Mariahilf without calling first — Joanna said as Toto toed his shoes off at the door and hung his winter coat on a coat hook. He bristled at her tone. She was either being deliberately obtuse or sarcastic, and Toto wasn’t sure which option annoyed him more. She was speaking Polish now as well, and folded her arms over her chest as she eyed her son — We can sit in the living room. I can make some tea, if you’d like.

— I think you know exactly what we need to talk about — Toto said, as he crossed the apartment’s foyer, settling onto the edge of the cream-colored sofa in his mother’s living room — And don’t bother with the tea. As I said, I’m not here for a social visit.

Joanna raised her eyebrows, clearly a little taken aback, but gracefully rounded the sitting area, perching herself on a cream-colored armchair across from the couch. As she walked, the light fabric of the long top she was wearing floated behind her, giving her a bit of an imperious aura. She crossed her legs as she sat, folding her hands into her lap. She narrowed her brown eyes a bit.

— I’m sure you’re here about dinner last night — she said — Which means that your… Girlfriend, or whatever she is to you, probably told you what we talked about.

— Do you mean when you called her a whore and told her that our relationship wouldn’t last, and that you wouldn’t let her use me for my money? That was what you talked about, right? — Toto’s voice was even, flat. He knew it wouldn’t do any good to come into his mother’s house with metaphorical guns blazing, but he was exerting a great deal of effort to not start yelling anyway.

Joanna pressed her mouth into a thin line, nodding.

— Ah — she said — Well…

— Well, what? You don’t deny that you told her those things, do you? Why… How, even, could you say something like that to her? You had just met her. How could you say that to anyone, honestly? Not to mention… You inferring that she wanted to have a baby with me at the first opportunity?

Joanna threw her hands up in resignation.

— What do you want me to say? Yes, I said those things, and I meant it. You introduce this new woman who cannot give a straightforward answer about what she does for work, and she’s wearing an enormous ring she said was a gift from you. What was I supposed to think was happening, Totouśka? I’ve seen the women you’ve dated before. I know you’ve hung around with pageant queens and models. I’ve seen what the magazines call you. And Aurélie was a model, but I liked her. She talked about how hard she’s worked to get to where she was, and seemed very smart, easy-going, down to earth. I was thinking, finally, you’re settling down with a nice girl with a good career…

— Mama, why is it any of your business who I date? I am a 43-year-old man, I don’t really need…

Joanna huffed.

— Well, I just remember what you went through when you and Stephanie divorced, I remember how difficult it was on Ben and Rosi. I just wanted to make sure you were making good choices about the women you date, because you have a bit of a tendency to be a little naive and rush headlong into these things. And when things go wrong, they affect you so deeply and…

Toto covered his face with his hands in frustration, and then brought a fist down onto the arm of the sofa, the dull thud cutting Joanna off.

— Stephanie is in the past. There were very specific reasons why our marriage didn’t work out, and they have nothing to do with my life now. Plus, we get along now, because it’s better for the kids. Aurélie is also in the past. I didn’t love her! I love Elisabeth, mama. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. That’s why I introduced you to her. You and Lili are important to me, and I’m trying my best to make up for the way things were between us when I was younger.

— Totouśka, you cannot possibly be in love with her — Joanna said, tossing her head back. She leveled a serious gaze at her son — I’m only saying this because I care about you and don’t want you to get hurt again. I will admit, I didn’t realize that she was Niki Lauda’s daughter. Hell, I didn’t realize that Niki Lauda even had a daughter until a few years ago, but she hardly has a personality. She’s very pretty, I grant you, but it felt like she barely said three words to me during the dinner.

Now, Toto was angry. He balled his hands into fists, pushing them into the top of his thighs.

— Because you hardly let her say a single word before making up your mind about her and calling her a whore and a gold-digger! Sure, she’s shy in social situations, and she was a bit nervous before the dinner, because she was afraid that you wouldn’t like her, and you didn’t! And if you really did care about me, you would know that I’m serious about her, and you will apologize to her for the things you said. Honestly, I couldn’t believe that she told me what you said to her, but I know she wouldn’t lie to me.

Toto’s voice was getting louder, now. He’d all but abandoned his effort to keep himself calm, and now that he’d started yelling, it was becoming harder and harder to stop.

— She is the kindest, most intelligent woman I have ever met. She’s far more accomplished than I am, mama. She has two college degrees, including an MBA. I dropped out of college! Sure, she comes from a successful family, but her career, her highly successful career, mind you, so far has been entirely her own making. She hates telling people who her father is, because she knows that it changes people’s expectations of her. She’s not after my money or status because she doesn’t need either of them! She doesn’t even like it when I buy her things! I’ve tried! She buys all of her clothes, shoes, and jewelry herself! The only things I’ve bought for her was that ring for Christmas, and a dress for the Prize Giving Gala last year. Every idea you have about her is wrong!

Joanna looked a bit stunned. She grimaced and looked down at her hands, still folded into her lap.

— I just… I thought you were rushing into a relationship with her as some sort of, I don’t know, rebound after you and Aurélie broke up.

Toto laughed in disbelief.

— That’s something else you have wrong. It was the other way around. I started dating Aurélie because Elisabeth told me she didn’t have feelings for me. She said that because she was afraid. I introduced you to Aurélie to make the relationship feel more real, but I was never in love with her. She was a good, kind woman, but we were wasting each other’s time.

Toto’s voice got quieter again, and he settled back into the sofa, looking down at the intricate Oriental rug in the center of Joanna’s living room.

— When I had my bike accident, Liesl came to visit me, right away, without hesitation. I told her how I felt about her. I was completely open and honest with her. I could have died that day, so I knew it was time to tell her that I liked her, and wanted to be with her, but she didn’t believe me. She thought I was only saying that because of the pain medication and the concussion, so she left. If you’re worried about me getting my heart broken, I will tell you that it broke then, when I saw her turn around and leave my hospital room. But I knew that I couldn’t pretend to ignore the way I felt about her any longer, and that I couldn’t continue trying to force myself to feel something about Aurélie. It wasn’t fair to either of us.

Toto tipped his head back to the ceiling, trying to prevent the tears that were forming in the corners of his eyes from falling. He felt a little embarrassed, as a 43-year-old man, by the prospect of crying in front of his mother, but he couldn’t help it. His feelings for Elisabeth were so overwhelming that they were hard to contain at times.

— Well, if you’re so serious about her, serious enough to introduce her to me and your sister, why is your relationship not even public yet? — Joanna threw her hands up — You can’t be quite that serious if the fact that you’re dating is still some big secret.

Toto furrowed his brows, looking at his mother again. He sighed.

— Believe me, I would rather it not be, but it’s mostly because of Niki, and because of her position with Mercedes, managing his father’s interests in the team. She doesn’t want her father to be upset with her. Her brother was furious when he found out. If it were up to me, I’d never stop shouting about how much I love her to anybody that would listen. Even if they wouldn’t listen, I’d tell them anyway.

— So, what’s the problem? What is she afraid of? Is she just a coward?

Toto glared at his mother, who simply shrugged.

— No, she’s not a coward. I’m her father’s business partner, after all. Elisabeth told me that I’m the first actual friend Niki has had in a long time, and she didn’t want our relationship to interfere with that, somehow, and isn’t sure what he would think. Plus, she’s very close to her parents — Toto sighed.

It had taken him many, many hours of therapy and introspection to even begin to heal the wounds that his childhood left on him, but every once in a while, he couldn’t resist the urge to pick at the scabs. It gnawed at the back of his psyche, like an itch that never truly went away.

— I know neither of us would understand what that’s like — he completed, his voice completely deadpan.

Joanna’s posture immediately went rigid, her face contorting into a sour expression.

— Listen, Totouśka. You know that I was doing my best to keep things together after your father got sick. I had to work to keep a roof over our heads. Do I wish I could have spent more time with you and your sister? Of course I do, but the reality was that I had to work long days at the hospital and come home and take care of the house all by myself. And before you even say it, I know, I let that thing with your school tuition lapse, and I’m sorry, you know I didn’t speak French! It took me long enough to learn German! But really, I did the best I could. You know that I love you and that I care about you, and that I always have — she was gripping the arms of the chair she was sitting in, her nails sinking into the fabric.

Toto rolled his eyes.

— If you care so much about me, then calling the woman I love a whore and a gold-digger behind my back is an odd way to show it.

— I’m just trying to protect you from having your heart broken again! Seeing what you went through with Stephanie, and what it put Rosi and Ben through… I just don’t want that to happen again. Now… I concede that maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge, but what else should I think about a woman on your arm with a ring like that, that I didn’t even know you were dating? Put yourself in my shoes — she shrugged again, and sighed in resignation — Look, I realize what I said was… Harsh, but I was afraid for you… And for Rosi and Ben.

— Well, you’ll be happy to know that Rosi and Ben absolutely adore Liesl, then. They didn’t really care for Aurélie. So, maybe if you don’t trust how I feel about her, maybe you’ll trust what your grandchildren think.

Joanna sighed, defeated. She sat back in her chair, and remained quiet for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. Toto simply waited. It gave him a chance to try and calm back down again.

— Well, what should I do, then? Rather, what do you want me to do? — she asked. Her voice was small, shy. She did look like she felt genuinely bad. Toto also felt a little bad about using his children as his trump card in the argument, but, he figured, she did it first.

— I think an apology is in order, at the very least. But, not right now. I think, if you tried to talk to Elisabeth about this… It’s just too soon. I don’t want this to upset her more than it already has. I think I’ve said everything that I have to say to you. At least, for now.

Toto stood up, with Joanna following suit. They both started walking towards the door, neither of them saying anything. Toto slipped his shoes back on and put on his coat. Before he turned to leave, he gave his mother a tentative peck on the cheek. It had absolutely none of the warmth that their usual greetings and goodbyes had, like it was just an obligation between mother and son.

— I’ll call you once the dust settles. We can figure it out then.

He stepped out the door without actually saying goodbye to her.

When Toto sat in the driver’s seat of his Mercedes, he sighed and sat there for a moment, trying to release all of the tension from his neck and shoulders. He started the car, and started driving back toward the Innere Stadt, to stop at the French bakery a few blocks away from his apartment that Elisabeth had come to adore.

He ordered her favorite coffee, a double cappuccino with hazelnut syrup and nutmeg, and a few of the croissants she adored, with some small containers of the amazing French butter and apricot marmalade they both liked. It was a short drive back to his penthouse from there.

By the time he got back up to his apartment, everything was still quiet — it didn’t seem like Elisabeth was awake yet. That was fine. He set the bag of croissants and coffee on the kitchen island, and slowly walked toward the master bedroom.

She was indeed still asleep, snuggled into the duvet. Toto stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the way the low winter sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains fell across her face, illuminating her features, making it look like she was something divine, some sort of heavenly vision or dream.

He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch her soft brown hair, running his hand delicately down the side of her cheek. She wasn’t a dream — she was real, soft and warm under his palm. She was real enough to make him feel whole.

Her blue eyes cracked open after a moment, and she smiled sleepily up at him.

— Good morning, my love — Toto said, softly — I’m back. And I got you breakfast and a coffee, just like I promised.

Elisabeth pulled her arm out from under the duvet, grabbing Toto’s hand that was stroking down her face, and moving it to press a kiss to his knuckles.

— I’m glad. What did you have to leave for?

Toto took a moment to consider whether or not to tell her the truth. He didn’t like the idea of lying to her, even by omission, but he knew if it were him, his emotions would still be too raw, not even twelve hours after-the-fact. Even after Joanna insulted Elisabeth, she begged Toto not to be mad at his mother, insisting that she just was concerned for him. She probably wouldn’t like hearing that Toto had gone to yell at his mother on her behalf.

He would tell her eventually. Just not right now.

— I just went to have a chat with an old friend — he said, quickly, hoping she wouldn’t ask him to elaborate — Now, if you want to stay in bed for a bit longer, I can bring you your breakfast in here, or we can eat in the kitchen. Either way, the croissants are still warm, so you don’t want to wait too long to decide.

Elisabeth opted to rouse herself, following Toto into the kitchen, sipping her cappuccino as Toto spread butter and jam on the pastries.

They ate their breakfast in almost silence — they usually did, as both of them enjoyed a moment of quiet before starting the typical chaos of their work days. Toto couldn’t help but stare at Elisabeth. Her face was innocent of makeup, her hair was mussed with sleep, her eyes were still not really open all the way, but she was eating her croissant with a small smile on her face.

Toto looked at her, transfixed, until she noticed.

— What’s wrong? — she asked, after swallowing a bite of pastry.

— Nothing’s wrong. I just noticed that you’re smiling again, and… It makes me happy when you’re happy.

— Well, it’s easy to smile when I’m eating my favorite breakfast that the man I love brought me — she said, picking up her cappuccino. She took a sip and set the cup back down on the table, and reached her hand out across the table, lacing her fingers into Toto’s hand that was laying on the tabletop — Thank you, by the way. You didn’t have to go to the bakery just for me, but… I’m glad you did.

— Please — Toto said — It was nothing. I would fly all the way to France for croissants if you asked me to, if it would make you happy.

He wasn’t exaggerating a bit.

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