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giamee · 9 months

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𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

ཐི♡ཋྀ featuring -> blade, gepard

ཐི♡ཋྀ contains -> mentions of depression/low mood, more blade bias teehee

ཐི♡ཋྀ gia's notes -> i kinda based these off of my own experiences with depression, so hopefully it's at least a little relatable. i tried not to romanticise it too much. also disclaimer i am fully aware that the stuff i talk about in here isn't a cure-all for depression, but i did focus on a less severe characterisation of it in this. hope that's ok anon

ཐི♡ཋྀ request -> anon: hi!!! really loved your roommate thing for har, literally makes me smile may i request blade or/and gerard with reader who got depression? even if you don’t like the idea it’s fine, hope you have great time <3

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ BLADE

-hm ok to be honest blade seems rather emotionally repressed

-so it may take a while for him to pick up on signs of you starting to get into a depressive episode

-he’s busy with being a stellaron hunter, and he isn’t exactly the most frequent texter, but he’ll still notice a change in your texting style as the time between your replies increases while the length of them keeps getting shorter

-maybe you were busy? even though it may sting a little to see his last message still unanswered as he’s holed up somewhere on another planet, he still can’t help but worry for you, though he may not outwardly admit it

-and that spurs him on to finish elio’s mission for him even quicker so he can get back home to you

-when he returns, he may be a bit confused due to your seeming apathy

-he had missed you, and he didn’t want to be the one to cave and say it out loud

-but at your mustered smile and hollow sounding greeting, that’s when things start to click and blade may realise what’s going on

-personally i feel like blade’s love language is acts of service/physical touch

-and man’s just come back from a mission

-he’s dirty, he’s hungry, and he’s tired

-so he decides to deal with those issues with you in that exact order

-cue him running a bath and then convincing you to get in with him on the ground of him “getting lonely” without anyone there, making you crack a little smile at his antics

-the warmth of the water and his solid chest against your back is a soothing sensation, and neither of you voice how tender his touches are as he lathers your hair, fingers carefully detangling any knots as he rests his weight against you

-it’s a peaceful affair, and you can feel yourself begin to warm, with the weight that you previously weren’t even aware of beginning to lift off of your chest as you filled the silence of the bathroom with some hushed conversation with blade

-he asks you how your day was, listening to your hesitant recollection with his chin is tucked over your shoulder, his arms encircling you as he listens to your voice and hums occasionally, basking in your presence

-when the water begins to run cold, blade’s offering you his clothes to change into, leading you by the hand to your shared bedroom, and it’s touching to see just how much care he puts into your wellbeing when it’s him who’s just come back from a dangerous mission

-up next is finding something to eat

-the uncharacteristically soft behaviour of blade is continued as he rummages around the fridge, cursing under his breath when he realises that he'll have to make a shopping list

-he still manages to find enough ingredients to make some sort of meal, and though he's not a cook by any means, it's definitely edible and the distant growl of your stomach suggests that maybe you were feeling hungry after all

-you're leaning against one of the counters, watching your boyfriend's back in quiet awe as he continues to cook, the simple black cotton of his shirt stretching across his broad shoulders practically inviting you to wrap your arms around him

-you've never been one to resist such an offer, and you find yourself shyly walking up to him, letting the side of your face rest against his spine

-blade almost immediately relaxes into your embrace, continuing his ministrations while you mumble a muffled "thank you" into the fabric covering his back

-you don't need to clarify what you're thankful for, and blade has always been one to speak more through his actuons than words

-he pauses for a second, turning to flick your forehead gently

-"don't get all soft on me now"

-you feel your eyes well up with appreciation for your boyfriend, squeezing him a little tighter to yourself as he turns back around, feeling his hand do the same to yours where it rests on his stomach

-"yeah, yeah. now let's eat, hmm?"

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ GEPARD

-another emotionally repressed king 😍

-i feel like in terms of noticing that something's up with you he would be worse than blade

-mr landau is a bit of a workaholic, and he's guilty of using it as a coping mechanism when he can feel himself start to slip

-he will run off of denial and caffeine and just force himself to keep working, resulting in a general lack of awareness in spotting when he or others are struggling

-so really, the dots that he should connect with how you've been acting recently take a little longer than they should be

-he's mentioning to serval how you seem to be the polar opposite of him recently, acting a lot more withdrawn and apathetic in general

-and serval is just blinking at him and wondering how dense her younger brother can be

-reprimands him and tells him that this is a conversation he should be having with you, and not her

-and with a little guidance, gepard is sat in front of you and asking if anything's wrong and if so what he can do to help

-and initially, you're not really sure yourself

-you know that you don't feel the same as usual, but you tend to just go with the motions and wait it out

-and gepard furrows his brows when he hears this

-poor guy has no idea how to handle this without direction

-so he does some research and makes some notes on ways he can help you because he loves you

-and next thing you know his late working hours and overtime have turned into getting home before the sun goes down

-resulting in him having enough energy to do something with you and spend some quality time together, whether that be a date night in or just cooking a meal together

-and funnily enough, gepard notices not only a slight improvement in your overall mood, but in his as well

-with all those tips and tricks of maintaining a routine, he was glad to see your shared efforts come into fruition

-he almost felt his heart combust when you told him that being around him makes you feel better

-man is whipped he will walk the ends of the earth just to see you happy

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY: fade into you!

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justwritedreams · 1 year

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Nowhere left to run | San

San x Reader, bffs to lovers au!, dystopian au! Word count: 5107 (sorry lol) Genre: Angst, fluff, kinda action Author: maari Warnings: Mentions of death, ship hijacking, assassins, bruises, cuts, punches, a little suggestive in the end but nothing really happens. No proofread because I was too anxious to post this one to worry about mistakes so forgive me. Note: I've been watching too many Gerard Butler's movie so I wanted to try to write something like that and the fact that I dreamed this entire scenario last night helped so enjoy! Summary: When it seems like the end of the world, you and San have nowhere left to run.

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“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Y/N smiled at the voice behind her and turned after she closed her cabin door, meeting the dimpled smile that made her heart skip a beat.

“Good morning, San!” she responded excitedly and the best friend pulled her into a quick but warm hug.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he pulled his body away from hers, Y/N pouted slightly at the lack of contact, but nodded in agreement.

“Yes, I am, the medicine made me a little groggy, but I'm used to the rocking of the ship.” she shrugged and the two of them started to walk towards the main hall.

“You should have told your parents that you get sick easily.”

“Hey, I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to travel the world on an all expenses paid ship before starting university.” she said and San laughed, nodding in agreement. Y/N glared at her friend and then her eyes dropped to his outfit. “Why the sweater?”

She didn't want to stare at him for so long but even wearing such a simple outfit, black pants and a black sweater, he managed to be the most handsome guy on the entire ship full of foreigners and tourists. And well, San had been working out lately, even though the sweater was slightly too big, it framed his broad shoulders very well and the image made Y/N miss all the air.

Couldn't she have a less handsome friend? It wasn't good for her heart.

It was hot outside though, so much so that Y/N was woken up by the hot sun hitting her back.

"I saw that it's going to get cold in the next few hours, I anticipated it, I don't want to get sick on vacation." he explained and got a laugh out of Y/N.

"San!"

"What? I'm cautious."

"So I guess no pool for us today, huh?" she asked and San scratched the back of his head.

It wasn't like she was going to take it badly, seeing San wet in a tank top would be too much for her poor heart. And she wouldn't even be able to hide it or make up an excuse since she wasn't feeling bad because of the ship and she wasn't even taking the medicine for cravings anymore.

San stopped and Y/N did the same, glaring at his friend.

"I think-" San's speech was interrupted by a loud crash.

Everyone in the main hall stopped to cover their ears at the noise, but then the ship rocked hard, as if it were made of paper, and people were thrown to the ground by the impact. Y/N closed her eyes as she fell to the ground and felt San's hands clutching her body, as if somehow he was going to protect her.

The still strong noise began to hum in the ears of the people who were confused, in pain and fallen, the ship gave another lurch and the lights failed, glass was broken and the shrapnel was thrown everywhere. Soon then desperate screams were heard.

Y/N opened her eyes and tried to locate the screams, noticing San did the same, and when she saw where the screams were coming from she wished she hadn't seen any of it.

The glass elevator had broken in half and fallen, the people inside were screaming for help, and Y/N swore she saw blood. Then she looked around and the main hall looked like it had turned into a war zone, everything was out of place and broken, the lights were dim now and she strained her eyes to adjust. "Are you okay?" San asked worriedly and stood up, holding Y/N who followed him still confused.

"Yes." she replied low. “And you?” “I’m fine.” San's voice didn't sound good but she didn't question since looked around, seeing a lady lying on the ground and she ran to help.

The lady was just as scared as she was and thanked her for her help with an almost smile, Y/N looked back at San wondering what the hell had happened there.

Strangely the ship had stopped rocking, as if it had stopped where it was. People started to help each other and a group of men went to the elevator to help the victims and Y/N put her hand to her mouth, she had stopped biting her nails when she was nervous but at that moment she didn't even remember her bad habit .

And it got even worse when she saw the lifeless bodies being taken out of the rubble, she looked away at the same moment that San hugged her and stood in front of her so that she wouldn't look at the scene anymore.

She didn't want to cry but there, with nerves on edge and in complete despair, some tears came out that she couldn't control.

Everyone in the hall started talking at the same time, wondering what had happened and why the captain hadn't said anything until now, Y/N didn't know how much time had passed but it seemed like an eternity. "Okay, look, at times like this we need to stay calm." a tall, foreign, and older man spoke a little louder, getting the attention of all the tribulations that were there.

Including San and Y/N.

He must have been Y/N's father's age, if not a little older.

"And how are we going to calm down? People died!"

"It's easy for you to say that!"

People started snapping at the man's speech and Y/N took a deep breath, she felt like her body would collapse at any moment and if it wasn't for San's hand stroking her back, it would have already happened. "And what do you suggest we do?" Y/N asked the man, who turned to face her.

"Each floor of the ship has a way to contact the captain's cabin, we try to talk to him."

"What if we don't?" San questioned, making the man sigh.

"Then we'll have to go there and find out what happened."

Y/N gulped, something said they wouldn't be able to reach the captain the quickest way.

"My cell phone has no signal!" one person alerted and then everyone got their devices.

Y/N did the same and also found that hers was without signal too, she faced San who was doing the same and they exchanged an accomplice and terrified look.

The man then started looking for a way to contact the captain through the hall, it wasn't that difficult actually as people who weren't complaining offered to help him.

Y/N clasped her hands together, mentally praying that he got what he had planned as he put the phone to his ear. But when she saw him huff and hit the phone, she knew the first plan hadn't worked. "Does anyone have the ship's map?" He asked and no one answered.

"I have it on my phone." San spoke, lifting the device and Y/N looked at him with a frown.

"Can I borrow it?" he asked, extending his hand and with the other he took his phone, turning on the flashlight.

"I think you're going to need help." Y/N cocked her head to the side as she heard her friend speak. "I'll go with you."

He took a step forward but Y/N grabbed him by the arm, feeling her heart sink.

"San, no!" she asked desperately. "Y/N please, we don't have a choice." he turned to face her, determined and she eyed him suspiciously.

Why of all people did San have to go? There were so many men in the hall, why not another one?

"It could be dangerous." she warned and he sighed, bringing his face to kiss her forehead, and she just closed her eyes at the contact.

"I'll be back faster than you know." he tried to smirk, but he was just as worried as she was. "I promise."

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. He was one to keep his promises and she clung to that, even though her heart squeezed even more. San made a move towards the man and Y/N followed.

"What is your name?" she asked the older one when she got close to him.

"Mike."

"Why are you so sure you know what you're doing?"

"I used to be in the US Navy."

This should have made Y/N feel more at ease knowing that San was accompanying Mike but in fact it only made her more nervous.

"Take care of him, please." she pleaded and saw the man nodding in agreement, before giving San's shoulder two light slaps.

San looked at Y/N one last time and she held his gaze, visibly worried, and she didn't stop watching him walk away until she lost sight of him.

In the midst of that chaos and despair, the only thing she could think about was San getting well and returning safe and sound.

[...] Y/N walked from one side to the other, she didn't know how many minutes or hours had passed since the incident, she had already helped more people than she thought she could in the state she was in, but San and Mike didn't come back yet.

San hadn't come back as fast as he had promised, and that made Y/N cross her arms so she wouldn't have to bite the skin off her fingers since her nails had all been destroyed. She was scared, terrified, anxious and seeing people hurt and scared wasn't helping her keep calm. Her heart beat faster when she saw two silhouettes coming back and one of them she knew well but when she saw San resting on Mike's shoulder she despaired and didn't think twice before running to him. San rested his hand on his forehead and smiled guiltily at Y/N.

"What happened?" she asked, putting an arm around his waist and the other hand went to his, pushing San's hand away she could see that he was bleeding. "Oh my God."

"It was an adventure" he replied and Y/N wanted to smack him for sounding so...excited.

Now was not the time for him to be so himself.

"We tried to get into the captain's cabin but..." Mike started to speak and Y/N stared at him, confused.

"But?"

"All are dead." San replied quietly, looking at the other crew members behind Y/N, as if she didn't want him to hear.

Y/N felt her jaw drop.

"How is this possible?"

"The cabin door is locked, we can't access it from the outside." Mike started to explain.

"So I had the bright idea to see through the glass." San continued and Y/N glared at him. "But the glass was all broken so I could see a masked person strangling the captain."

Y/N felt a shiver go through her body and the hand that was holding San's fell to her side.

"When he saw that San was there, he punched him in the face."

"The glove had sharp points so that's why the cut on my face." San pointed at his wound and Y/N grimaced in pain. "And what happened to the masked guy?" Y/N asked, curious and angry at the same time.

San and Mike exchanged a knowing look.

"It was him or San. I had no choice." Mike shrugged and Y/N glared at him.

She didn't want to understand what he meant but she did and although she was a nervous wreck, she was grateful that he had saved San's life.

"Look, some people here need to go to the hospital urgently!" Y/N pointed back and Mike saw the situation.

A man had a deep cut on his chest and was having trouble breathing, a woman had a piece of glass stuck in her thigh and it was bleeding a lot, but if they removed the glass she would lose a lot more blood because the glass had caught an artery. Other people had less worrying injuries, like a broken finger or cuts on their arms and face, in addition to the bodies that they had to cover with their own clothes and cloths they found in the hall, so as not to scare the two children who were there even more. "Yeah, I really wanted that to be possible." Mike responded and walked away, going to the crew to see what he could help with.

Y/N frowned and without understanding pulled San to the ground, she went to the first aid box that they had managed to rescue and returned to take care of her friend.

Seeing that the cotton and bandage were already gone, she tore off a piece of the thin shirt she was wearing to stop San's forehead from bleeding.

He hissed when she placed the cloth on the burning cut and grabbed her wrist. Y/N stared at San with concern and fear.

"We went down to the communication room." he began to speak quietly so that no one else could hear. "Mike knows that part so we tried asking for help."

"And?" she encouraged him to continue as she removed the part of the cloth already stained with blood and put the clean part back on San's forehead.

"All communication is down, something is blocking the signal." "And what does that mean?" she asked, startled.

"I asked Mike what he thinks, he said he believes they are trying to hijack the ship."

"What?!" Y/N spoke louder and San covered her mouth while the other crew members looked at the two.

"Shhhh! Don't scream." he begged.

Y/N was wide-eyed as San's long hand covered her entire mouth to muffle the sound.

"Promise me you'll keep your voice down."

She nodded and when San let go of her hand, she took her hand away from his forehead, it wasn't bleeding anymore but the cut was still ugly.

"Okay, tell me what you found out." she asked for bass and took a bandaid out of the box to put on San.

While she busied herself with bandaging his forehead, San shared what they had discovered.

The ship had received a message from a Japanese ship, warning that there had been a leak in the sea where the ship was going to pass, so they had to change the route and ended up in unknown areas, near the East China Sea, far away from the original path that it was the Philippine Sea.

San warned that he found the message very strange, he had studied Japanese and the accent of the voice in the message was completely different from what he had studied.

Hearing this statement from his friend only made Y/N's heart sink even more, because if the original theory was kidnapping, it would make sense to manipulate the ship's route.

They had probably fallen into a trap. One that not even the captain had noticed. "And the rest of the crew?" Y/N asked San after sitting down in front of him, they would have no other way to pass the time than talking.

"They're all dead." San replied, lowering his head and Y/N hugged her own knees. "Before Mike killed the masked guy, he said that anyone leaving the ship's premises would inhale a deadly toxic gas, so he was wearing a mask. When the ship's windows broke, the gas went into the saloons and rooms further exposed, the captain's cabin and killed everyone."

"Then why was the guy strangling the captain when you arrived?"

"It was to ensure that the captain had died."

Y/N felt her entire body shiver with panic and hugged her legs even tighter, to give the false feeling that she was safe.

"The lower decks of the ship may be safe."

"May?" Y/N stared at San in confusion. "We don't know how many masked guys boarded that ship." San shrugged and Y/N ran a hand over her face.

What a great vacation she had!

"I'm not enjoying this, San, not at all." she said and he sighed, moving his body closer to hers and putting an arm around her shoulder. Y/N sagged at the contact and rested her head on his shoulder.

"On the bright side, our cabins don't have windows and the locks are with keycards so we'll be safe there."

"If no killer got there before." she said. "Will Mike tell the rest of the crew?"

"Only about the gas."

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, feeling her head spin, so she squinted her eyes tightly and didn't bring up the subject. She stayed there with San for who knows how long, he was stroking her shoulder the whole time.

When she heard more screams, she opened her eyes again and saw that the ship's lights had completely gone out, the pitch black didn't last long as everyone turned on their cell phone flashlights, Y/N didn't even bother to turn on hers since the others were enough to light the place.

"Okay, that's enough!" a woman spoke, getting up from the floor. "I'm going back to my cabin since apparently nothing is going to work around here."

She started walking towards the stairs and other crew members started to do the same as Mike got between them.

"I really wouldn't do that if I were you guys."

"Oh come on man, we paid for this trip, don't tell us what to do." a man responded, shoving Mike by the shoulder to get him out of the way.

San got up to help Mike stop the crew and Y/N did the same.

"You can't go!" San spoke loudly and practically pleaded with the couple carrying the child with them.

"And you can't make us stay here!"

"If you open that door, everyone will die!" Mike pointed to the door closest to the stairs and everyone stopped to stare at him.

At the same moment, a strong lightning echoed throughout the ship and everyone jumped in fright, including Y/N who grabbed San's arm tightly.

"What?" a chorus sounded and Y/N looked at San, foreseeing what was to come next.

"Great, now there's going to be a storm while we're out in the middle of the ocean while some guy wants to scare us!"

"What's this about us dying if we open the door?"

"I’m serious." Mike replied, glaring at the crew. "There is a deadly gas outside the ship."

Y/N sighed when Mike spoke and everyone spoke out loud at the same time, some believed, others doubted and others didn't know what to believe.

"Americans and their fantasies!" the man rolled his eyes and Mike started to laugh. "Do you think this is funny?"

"First, I'm Scottish." he replied, laughing. "And I'm not lying." he was more serious this time.

“He’s not!” San said but no one paid attention, making him frustrated. “Bullshit! If this had really happened, the captain would have warned the entire ship.” San and Mike exchanged a look, as if debating whether to tell the whole truth.

"Look guys, I really need to get back to my cabin, all my jewels are there!" A young woman spoke and her eyes hovered over San, something that didn't go unnoticed by Y/N. "Hey, pretty, you could walk me there, couldn't you?" Y/N stared at her in complete disbelief while San looked extremely confused. “Excuse you?!” Y/N spoke and grabbed San's arm tighter.

"If you help me, I can give you something." The woman took a step towards San and Y/N stepped in front of his friend, letting go of his arm to grab his waist as she kept facing the woman.

"He's not going anywhere with you!" you horny bitch, she thought. The woman glared at Y/N who raised an eyebrow, challenging her.

The world ending outside she worried about jewelry? And she still wanted to put San in danger!

That woman couldn't be serious. “Yeah, I don’t think I-” San's speech was interrupted by Mike's scream

"Sir, don't do that!" he asked the man at the top of the stairs and everyone turned to face him.

The man who was arguing with Mike had already gone up the stairs and had his hands on the door, San grabbed Y/N's arm that was hugging him.

“Now you’re going to say that a murderer is going to come in here." the man rolled his eyes before opening the door.

The moment he put his foot on the other side, a knife hit his neck squarely and the man fell forward lifeless.

Y/N's eyes widened and San took a step back, bringing her with him as he saw a person with the same mask as the guy he and Mike had found. "Y/N, run!" San spoke and she blinked a few times trying to react while the entire crew screamed.

But her legs felt as stiff as cement so San pulled her by the arm to follow while Mike yelled for everyone to run to the cabins below.

San and Y/N ran so hard that she almost twisted her foot on the stairs, hearing the desperate screams of the rest of the crew behind her made her extremely scared, it felt like she was in a scene from the movie Scream. "Which cabin?" she asked in a hurry to San

"Yours!" he answered quickly and she took the card out of her pants pocket.

Once they arrived in front of the door, she put the card in place but her hands were shaking so badly she wasn't helping to identify the code.

“Shit!” San took the card from her hand and put it back in place, the door opened and San pushed Y/N inside when he saw that the masked guy entered the corridor where they were, the knife was dripping blood and even though he couldn't see anything of the face of the person, I knew it was terrifying.

Seeing San standing still, Y/N pulled him into his cabin and the two struggled to close the door before the masked guy had a chance to reach them.

They took a deep breath, both with their hands on the closed door and when a loud thud followed by a curse was heard, Y/N backed away from the door. She stared scared ahead and San turned his head to look at her.

"He's not going to come in here, is he?" she asked, feeling her eyes fill with tears and San walked over to her.

He hugged her tight and closed his eyes, his heart was racing as fast as hers. For a second he thought he was going to die.

"No, I promise he won't touch you." he assured her and she nodded, burying her face in his chest.

San felt Y/N tremble and soon a sob escaped her lips, she couldn't control her tears anymore and all the mixed emotions that went through her.

"It's okay, I'm here." he brought a hand to her hair and stroked it as he sat her down on the bed.

Y/N gripped San's sweatshirt tightly as if her life depended on it and cried.

She didn't know how much time passed but they continued in that position, when Y/N took a deep breath and pulled her face away from San's chest, he looked at her tenderly, taking a hand to dry her face.

"Do you want to wash your face?" she pointed to the bandage she had made, they now had the advantage of having a bathroom in the cabin.

"No, it's fine. But I really need to get this off." he held up his sweatshirt and Y/N nodded, stepping aside for him to do so. The room was warmer since she had turned off the air conditioning when she left the room.

San was wearing a black tank top underneath and Y/N had to control a sigh when he saw his bare arms, but when San got up from the bed to put the sweatshirt on top of the armchair in the cabin Y/N saw that his back was also bleeding.

"San, your back!" she said and got up from the bed.

"What?" he turned to try to see but it was impossible so he put a hand behind his back, looking for what she had said.

"It's bleeding." she warned, staring at the cut on his back.

"Oh, I think it was when the guy punched me in the face, I fell against the shards of glass."

Y/N looked with concern and before she could say anything or even blink, San took off his shirt while complaining of pain.

Although the rational part told her to stop staring at San's bare back like that since he was bleeding and apparently in pain, the emotional part of Y/N completely ignored it.

She'd seen him shirtless, of course, but that was before he started working out, when he was still skinny. Before she saw him more as a friend. And seeing him so close, made her legs shake and it got even worse when San turned to face her, showing his defined abdomen, right there in front of her eyes. Y/N cleared her throat to try and disguise that she was staring intensely at her best friend, not that she succeeded because of course he noticed, she was far from acting discreet even after they went through all that panic. "I will..." she pointed back, taking steps back trying to focus on San's face, which had an almost imperceptible smile. "yeah, I think there's a first-aid box..." San nodded for her to continue and she lost focus, ended up hitting her back against the bathroom door. "Ouch! Yeah, I'll get it from the bathroom." she spoke too fast and looked for the box while San laughed quietly, going to bed. Y/N glanced at the mirror quickly as she took the box.

"Jesus Christ!" she spoke quietly, raising her eyebrows in complete surprise.

Yeah, San had the famous chocolate abs and she loved chocolate. How could it be the same boy who had the cutest dimples in the world?

She shook her head to clear the thoughts surrounding her best friend's strong body. Now wasn’t the time to be acting like a fervent teenager.

When Y/N returned to the room, San was sitting on the bed and she placed herself behind him, placing the box on her lap. She treated the cut with care as San hissed when she touched the wet cotton to the cut, first cleaning and then bandaging. During the process they both remained silent, he sighed every now and then as she tried not to focus on how soft and warm his skin was. As soon as it was finished, Y/N sat next to San and tried to properly take care of the cut on his forehead, the first time it had been in a hurry because of the confusion but she didn't want it to get worse so she would take advantage of having all the tools to take care of it. She noticed that the apple of his cheek was purple, probably from the punch he had taken, and after he finished the bandage, her fingers went to the bruise. "It hurts?" she asked, quietly.

San took her hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss her fingertips.

"Not anymore." he stared straight into her eyes and Y/N pouted as she couldn't smile after so much tension.

"You scared the shit out of me."

“I’m sorry!” “Yeah, you should be. Never do that again.” San nodded nonstop and she sighed. "I'm scared, San. What are we going to do now? We have nowhere to go."

"We should have gone to the kitchen, at least there's food there."

"And knives." she remembered, she was still tense, thousands of thoughts swirling in her head, coming and going without permission.

"Hey." he called, bringing both hands to her face, gripping both sides to make her face him. "We'll figure it out, don't forget we're not the only survivors, Mike will probably find a way to get us out of here. Someone will miss us."

"What if they don't?"

San saw the concern in Y/N's eyes and stroked her cheeks trying to give her hope.

"We'll find a way to send a signal!"

She took a deep breath and gave up, San gave her so much confidence that she couldn't do anything but believe his words.

"I'm not going anywhere." he guaranteed.

Y/N laughed wearily.

"Because you can't go anywhere else." she answered and waited for San to laugh but he didn't.

"Even if there was any other place, this is where I wanted to be." he intensified his gaze and Y/N stayed quiet, unable to speak. "With you."

She continued to stare at him, San's gentle eyes didn't make her want to look away from the dark iris.

That was all she wanted to hear for a long time.

And no words needed to be said, she didn't need to ask him if he was serious because she felt the truth in his voice.

As if it were a magnet, San approached Y/N's mouth and captured her lips with such desire and desperation that she sighed before she could even reciprocate in the same way.

Holding her by the waist, he started a quick and at the same time sweet kiss, she was forced to take her hands to his shoulder gently, not wanting to hurt him.

San's hot lips were driving her crazy and the room became hotter, she then climbed her hands to San's neck as he pulled her onto his lap.

When their tongues met, Y/N adjusted herself better on San's lap and rested her knees on the bed, making him stay between her legs, the position made the kiss intensify and his hands went up all over her extension of her back.

She wanted to continue but the lack of breath was greater than her desire and she broke the kiss, touching their foreheads.

San's heavy breathing against her face made her smile before she even opened her eyes.

And when she did, she saw San smiling widely and the dimples showing, making her take her hands to caress, without restraining herself now.

"We should have done this sooner."

Yes, they should.

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bunni-writing-desk · 1 year

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"Feeling Left Out"

all of MCR x drummer!male reader

(mentioned: Ray x Mikey, Gerard x Frank Kinda Implied: Mikey x Frank, Ray x Gerard)

Warnings/tags: Emotional hurt/comfort, extremely self-indulgent, MCR as a polycule with y/n, self-indulgent use of pet names, set sometime during Revenge era

based on how I hide in bathrooms when I get upset at hotels, as mentioned this is extremely self-indulgent :]

The four boys that lay around you, sleeping soundly and holding onto each other, you loved them so much but things were going through your mind. All five of you finished your last performance a couple of days ago and being on the road since then.

Tonight was a hotel night, which was when all of you would gather in the biggest bed the hotel had in a single room and cuddle while watching movies. The movie, which Gerard had picked this time, had ended hours ago but you were still not asleep. You looked at the two pairs on each side of you, both of them looked cozy. Ray and Mikey were practically tangled together on your left, while Gerard and Frank were snuggling on your right. As much as you love seeing them all peaceful, you felt left out.

Tears started to blur your vision, you hated crying around your partners. Just as little sniffles started bubbling up from your throat you got up. Shuffling off the bed as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb your boyfriends, you walked to your suitcase. You quickly moved your clothes around and pulled out your comfort blanket, the blanket you've had since you were born, and walked into the bathroom. The cold tiles made shivers run up your body. You shut the door behind you, lock it, and sit on the floor. The blanket is held close to your chest, running your fingers over the worn texture of the ripped-up and old fabric.

Finally, you let the tears run down your face, but you still made cation to keep as silent as possible with your sobs. You let yourself cry for a while, finding safety in your blanket and the closed door of the bathroom.

You had always felt a little left out of the band, you knew that they never meant to do that logically but right now your mind wasn't being very logical. You were always sitting up at your drum set, watching the rest of the boys dance around and interact. Kisses, hugs, and other things that only served to fluster you, it all made you feel more Isolated.

Of course, you loved to see your boyfriends being happy and jumping around, but it felt like they didn't have time to turn around and even just send you a wink. It's like they always forgot you were there, just keeping the tempo for them to do amazing things on their guitars and hit high notes with their voices. You were in the background, forgettable, merely a drummer. Nothing special, you were a dime a dozen and you knew that. You felt like you didn't contribute to anything relating to the music, they could find a million other drummers better than you. Why were they keeping you around? It must be out of pity, right? There was no other reason. They only included you in cuddles out of pity, they only let you join the band out of pity. You were just a small disabled drummer that was easy to ignore.

Suddenly there was a noise coming from the entryway in the dark. It was the sound of the door handle being pulled, and the door not budging against the lock put in place. The abruptness of the situation made you jump in place on the ground and pull out your thoughts. Your breathing was made heavier by the scare, chest rising up and down fast.

Meanwhile on the other side of the locked door was a perplexed and very tired Frank. He tried the handle once more before looking over at the bed to see who was missing beside him. Realizing that it was you in the bathroom, he returned to the door and noticed the lack of light from the crack under the wood. His eyebrows twisted up in worry and he knocked gently next to the handle.

"Y/N? You in there, hun?" You had always loved that he called you that, made you feel like a 1960s couple, but the most you could respond to the concerned voice was with a hum. Not a decisive or answering hum but more of an acknowledgment of the question. Frank frowned at that, thinking for a few moments before softly asking another question. "Can I come in?"

You didn't know what to do. Should you let him and possibly see your tear-stained face? Or should you keep the door locked and make him walk to the gas station on the corner just to use the bathroom? You couldn’t handle the thought of making Frank pissed off by not opening the door so you got up. You unlocked the door, opened it, and walked out. Frank watched you step out of the bathroom and then sit on the floor by the entryway.

"Sorry." Your voice was barely a whisper, but in the quiet stillness of the room, your boyfriend that was up was able to hear you. Your body and head were facing to the front, but your eyes avoided Frank's shadowy silhouette. You could practically feel his eyes on you as he stared with worry. He then turned into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself. Thoughts droned on in your head as your eyes bore into the carpeted ground.

The sound of the bathroom door clicking open again brought you back to the current. Not knowing how long you were zoned out for you looked up at Frank who had just walked out of the closet-sized room. You thought he was just going to go back to the giant shared bed and fall asleep again but he didn’t. Instead, he sat right next to you, pulling his knees up to his chest like you. You must have looked surprised because Frank smiled gently.

“I’m not going to just leave my boyfriend alone to wallow in his thoughts. I’ve seen that face on Gerard plenty of times, what’s going on in that brain, hmm?” He laid his head on top of his knees, facing you as if he was going to decypher your thoughts from your expressions. You took a few seconds to gather your mind, what were you going to tell him exactly? You couldn’t tell him everything, that would be too much, so you settled on a simple answer.

“Just feeling… left out?” You phrased your answer like a question hoping that you wouldn’t hurt Frank’s feelings with your words somehow. He just hummed in response, looking over your face again and waiting for you to go on. When you didn’t continue talking he spoke up, asking another question.

“Left out?” He echoed your words, making sure you knew that he was wanting you to keep talking about how you felt. You hated this, you hate talking about how you felt, especially to people you’re close to. But you continued on anyways, convincing yourself that it would be okay and that Frank had asked to hear your worries.

You took a short breath before starting to dislodge every thought from your mind to your mouth. “I just see you four on stage in front of me, all interacting and dancing around and having fun. I guess I just feel so left out because I’m separated by my drum kit, up and away from the rest of you. And it’s not like I contribute much to the band anyways, I’m just here to keep tempo so all of you can make the music. I joined late. All of you had known each other for so much longer before I ever joined, you all know each other so much more than I do. It just feels like I’m an outsider, even if I’m in the middle of all of you I still feel like I’m not even there.” You stared at the ground, the overwhelming silence swallowing you whole. “Sorry for rambling, that probably sounded stupid, huh?”

Head in your hands, you started to contemplate why you even opened your mouth at all. A sudden intake of a breath beside you made you lift your head, just to try to get a glimpse of what Frank was feeling. “First of all, I want to say that you mean so much to all of us. We all love you so much, and what would happen if you weren’t there to keep the beat going? We would all be lost within the notes of each song. You are so important inside the band and outside. Ask any of the guys and they would all tell you that they love you and think you are extremely important. Sure we knew each other before you got here, but we didn’t have the same chemistry- no pun intended-” He cut himself off, making you chuckle at his little joke.

He picked up where he left off in his sentence, “We didn’t have the same chemistry without you. You showed us how to love, and who to love. You can't be replaced because without out we aren’t anything. We’re just a bunch of discordant guys playing random guitar riffs into the void. Without you there to hold all of us together to a rhythm we don’t exist the same way.” He set a hand on your shoulder, trying his best to comfort you. You had always forgotten how good your short-haired boyfriend was at putting things into words, he really should’ve become a poet. But here he was, using his words to serenade you with sappy comfort.

A smile finally graced your features, and tears started to run down your cheeks again. He brushed some of them away with his sweater sleeve, holding your face after doing so. “You’re so wonderful and important and amazing, my love.” You leaned into him, moving your face from his hands to hide in his shoulder.

“I love you so much, I love you all so much.” That was all you could utter under your breath as you sobbed lightly into one of your boyfriends’ arms. He gently ran his hand up and down your back. The two of you sat on the tile ground for a while until your soft sobs turned to little sniffles. Gently Frank pulled away from you just a bit to look at your face.

“Want to go back to bed?” He softly asked and you nodded your head yes. Frank smiled and put one arm under your shoulders and the other under your knees. He lifted you up, surprising you as he hadn’t done this before. Carrying you to the bed carefully, he tried to stay as quiet as possible until he dropped you onto the bed. You let out an involuntary yelp which made the rest of the group groan and wake.

Looking up at Frank you quickly whispered to him in an incredulous voice, “What was that for, now everyone else is awake.” You were annoyed that you had woken up the other three, hoping they were not mad at you. Frank only chuckled in response to your question and with a normal voice, which was far too loud for the middle of the night, he said, “Cuddle pile.”

You nearly yelped again when Frank jumped on top of you, the rest of the guys surrounding you quickly in a pile. Each of them laid a hand on you, trying to show you that they were all there. Frank only ever called for a cuddle pile when one of you wasn’t feeling well, they knew by now that that meant getting to the person in the middle as fast as possible. You reveled in the warmth of all your boyfriends surrounding you, cuddling into your side or laying on top of you. Just like that all of you gradually drifted off to sleep. You would explain in the morning why Frank had called for a cuddle pile and were sure to get more snuggles far into the evening tomorrow, but for now, all of you rested on the comfortable hotel bed.

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rainobrienn · 1 year

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headache - Sam Winchester (prt 1)

Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Synopsis; the Winchester boys never new of Bobby Singers daughter, and definitely didn’t know about her abilities

Warnings; blood and gore, thats really it, tell me if I missed anything <3

words; 4K

Your heart was racing as you stepped around the corner, hoping to not find another dead body.

As you tightly gripped onto the pistol in your hand, and stepped down the dark hallway. Hearing noises just around the corner, "fuck," you groaned as you heard two male voices, 'please don't be the cops' you thought to yourself as you saw flashlights.

You hid behind a post so the two guys wouldn't see you as they walked past, unless they were to turn down that hallway. Which you were really hoping they didn't.

"Seriously Dean," one of the guys groaned, "What?" Another voice scoffed, "stop touching me, seriously," he said with a huff, "I'm not," the other boy said with a confused tone. For a second you heard silence and then a gunshot, and a thud.

You peaked around the corner to see two very handsome looking faces on the ground, and one very angry spirit about to attack them, and both of their guns being across the floor.

You quickly walked out from where you were standing and shot at the spirit, it instantly disappearing. You looked down at the boys who were just getting up, brushing off the dust they had collected.

"Thanks," the taller one said, while the other one grunted in a thank you, both of there faces a little shocked. "yeah," you said nodding with a huffed tone. "I'm assuming you guys are hunters?" You said as you picked up one of the guns and handed it too the blonde guy.

"Yeah," The taller one said with a smile, "I'm Sam," the brunette one then said, "Dean," the shorter one added, giving you a "seductive" smirk, that you were not interested in in the slightest bit.

"Y/n," you smiled at them, "What's a pretty girl like you doing hunting by herself," Dean asked stepping closer, "uhm, I prefer working alone," you said, furrowed eyebrows, a small disgusted look on your face.

"Sorry," Sam said pushing Dean back, Dean grunting at his brother, "Uh, do you know anything about this Gerard guy yet?" Sam asked intrigued, "A little, why?" You said, "Well, we just got here and all we really know is the name, mind informing us?" He asked nicely, you immediately started to like the taller one better as he wasn't a dick.

"Well, I know he was an ex army man, his wife died back in 1986 and a year later the guy's son died of cancer, so then Gerard blew his own head off," you said, "I don't think Gerard is the one we have to worry about though, it's Mary, the wife, she was the murdered one, at first I thought they were just protecting their home, but it looks like Mary is some how, keeping Gerard from crossing over because she doesn't want to," you then said, a but more than a little information, you knew they were going to ask how you picked that up, and so you tried to figure out a story to tell them instead of saying you can talk to the ghosts straight up.

"How do you know this?" Dean stepped forwards asking, "I just do," you then said, you didn't have to explain yourself to them, "you just do? How are we supposed to believe that?" Dean asked, "You don't have to, I'm just telling you what he told me," you accidentally said. Furrowing your eyebrows in a disappointed look as you said that.

"Who?" Sam asked, "nothing, anyways, good luck boys," you said smiling at the two of them. Not wanting to be there much longer, trusting in them to get the case done by themselves, they seemed to be trained enough, and if they didn't by tomorrow you would handle it another time.

You didn't stay in a motel that night, you decided to drive back to South Dakota wanting to see your dad since you were so close to the area.

As you parked in the drive way, looking at your old home. Smiling at the few happy memories you had there, you stepped up knocking on the door, excited to see your dad Bobby for the first time in a few months.

You heard the door unlock, and then a smile on the old man's face when he saw you. "Y/n/n," he smiled, "hey dad," you smiled back giving him a big hug, feeling his embrace again was something you needed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he brought a cup of your favourite tea to you, "I was in the area, and I wanted to see my old man," you smiled, "I'm not that old," he groaned sitting down in his chair.

"You called the other day and you were in Utah?" He asked in a question tone, "Yeah, well this Gerard guy was calling to me in Nebraska, "human?" You dad questioned and you shook your head, "no, I feel bad for the guy, some hunter guys got in my way when I was doing the job, and you know me when I'm interrupted," you sighed, "I'm just hoping they help him," you sighed.

That night you had a really good sleep in your old bedroom, that your dad had never changed. Your old teenage band posters on the walls, your favourite little trinkets from a few of your first hunts around. It was nostalgic and calming, you loved the feeling of being home.

You walked downstairs that morning, your pjs hung low with a tight top on. You hair a little messy from sleeping, and craving a coffee.

"Y/n," you heard you dad called, "hmm," you hummed out loud from the kitchen, "come here," he said, you stopped making the coffee you wanted so badly and walked into the main living area.

Seeing your dad with a happy look on his face, and "Sam? Dean?" You questioned seeing the two tall boys from the other night standing there, a little beat up.

"You know them?" You dad questioned, "no, I mean they were hunters from the other night," you said shaking your head, "you know them?" I asked.

"There John's kids sweetie," he said, "Winchester?" I questioned, shocked at how much they had grown up. "Your kidding," you then laugh; a faint memory of when you were five, seeing the Sam boy and older Dean kid in a small hotel room with there father.

"Your Bobby's daughter?" Dean asked, "No I'm his mother," you said sarcastically, "you ran off last night?" Sam questioned, "I figured you guys could do it on your own," you said. "Y/n doesn't like being interrupted," Bobby said crossing his arms at you.

You watched as both the brothers were checking you out, enjoying the look from the taller one and not from the shorter one. You shook your head ignoring it, "Did you finish it?" You then asked, "Yeah, we ended up finding Mary's bones and she's gone," Dean said, and as he said that, the talking started.

But it was louder than usual, and more in a panic. You squinted your eyes, in pain from how loud it was getting. A young male voice, screeching for help, loud clanking in the back ground, you felt your knees hit the ground, and your nose start to bleed.

"Shit," Bobby said, he wasn't exactly use to these. You learned to control the pain over the years but they were normally quiet whispers and not this loud.

You felt yourself wake up, and you weren't home. In fact you were back in that sketchy old house in Nebraska, you felt scared. You hadn't heard a POV vision in years, or at-least you hoped it was a POV vision. You heard echoey crying coming from down the hall, and dark laughter from the same side.

"PLEASE STOP, PLEASE NO!" Screamed a young male voice, you slowly walked down the hallway. Seeing a room with the door slightly open and light leaking out, where the screaming was coming from.

You stepped in front of the door as it slowly opened, seeing the Gerard kids son chained against the wall, all bloody and hurt. "HELP ME!" the boy screamed when he saw you, you watched a guy turn around and it was Gerard, he was torturing his own son?

You then heard Gerard scream and come towards you, and that's when you came flying up. A breath of air escaping in a panic, you felt sweaty and gross.

"Hey hey hey," you heard your dads voice from beside you, handing you a glass of water. "you okay?" He asked, your breath started to slow down a bit, as you took the water and felt it run down your throat.

"How long was I out?" You asked, "only two hours this time," he said. The last time you had an episode like this you were out for two whole days, "I need to go back," you then said ripping the blanket off you, "back where?" Bobby then asked holding your shoulder so you wouldn't stand up, you looked to the door seeing the two brothers walk in concerned.

"Nebraska," you said, looking at the two boys. "It's not just Mary," you said, "Gerard, he, he was torturing his son, he's keeping his son there, Mary wasn't the problem she was warning us, she was protecting us," you said, "what?" Dean asked stepping forward, "did you not just hear what I said?" I asked annoyed at him already.

"No I'm hearing you, I just wanna know how you know that," he said, you looked to your father and then back to the boys.

"I can speak to spirits, from states away, they call to me," you said, "it's something my mother had, and now I have, but, I haven't passed out like that, or heard anything that bad in years," you said, still feeling the headache.

"Which means this is a very powerful spirit, when the son was calling to me, I think Gerard was blocking it by this clanking and screeching noise, it was horrible," I say, "You ok?" Your dad asked again, "yeah, i need to help him," you then said standing up, "Woah woah, your not dealing with something like that alone, you've already been hurt by the damn thing," you dad stated, "I'll be okay dad," you said.

"Sam and Dean are going with you," he said, "We are?" Dean asked, "We are," Sam said straight after in a 'I'm not asking you' tone.

"No your not, I don't work with other people," you said, "Y/n/n, these boys can handle themselves," he said, "I don't want their blood on my hands dad, I'm not going through that again," you said, looking back on your best friend, who died in action trying to save you.

"Y/n we can handle this," Sam said from behind you, "Dad," you said in a pleading tone, "Their going with you, or their gonna go alone," he said, you felt fear fill you, not wanting another hunters death to be on your hands.

"You annoy the crap out of me sometimes dad," you said before getting up to get changed, feeling the two boys eyes on you as you walked out of the small room.

As you drove, you couldn't stop thinking, about the boy, what was his name? Why was Gerard doing that to his own son.

Your thoughts were then interrupted by your radio freaking out, there it was. The clanking, and the calling for help, you kept hearing it get louder and louder, Dean and Sam driving behind you watched as you pulled your car over, stepping out and falling to the ground.

You felt your head splitting, "what do you want?" You asked, "help me!" You heard again, before it went completely silent.

"Y/n?" Dean called running up to you, Sam by his side as they helped you up. "I'm fine," you said pushing off the blonde boy, you looked at the boys who were looking at you like you were a ghost or something.

"Y/n," Sam said, "what?" You asked, watching as they pointed behind you, as you turned around you saw him, the boy. He was bloody and beaten, he disappeared and then re appeared in front of you, "Darren," he then said before disappearing.

"Darren?" Dean questioned, "You saw that?" You asked them, "Yeah," Sam sighed, "I don't think you should drive anymore," Dean said, "Don't be ridiculous," you said, "He's right

y/n," Sam then said, you looked at the both of them, concern in their eyes.

"What ever, who's driving my car?" I asked, Dean gave Sam a look before Sam sat in the front seat of your car. "Don't have to much fun," Dean said with a smile, i scoffed at him sitting next to Sam, rubbing the sides of my temples to try and get rid of this headache.

"You need anything?" Sam asked, you could tell he was the more thoughtful one, you could see Dean cared just, didn't show it, Sam showed it. "I'm good," you said breathing in, taking a sip of your water.

"I can't believe your Bobby's daughter, he never told us he had a daughter," he said, "he doesn't like me being near other hunters, but I guess the winchester family was different," you said shaking your head, "He kept you hidden well," Sam said, "I kept myself hidden well, I wasn't too fond of hunting when I was little and I hated other hunters, I use to tell my dad to not tell anyone about me, and he never did, besides John of course," you said.

"I'm sorry about him by the way, I know he wasn't father of the year but, I'm still sorry," you said, "so Bobby does tell you everything," he laughed, "well when I'm on my hunting trips he does," you smiled, you definitely felt a weird sort of connection with Sam, you felt safe around him, at ease, like you could let your guard down around him and he'd be there.

"You know it really does make sense now," you said to Sam, "Mary didn't mean to kill those people, she was trying to protect them, she was trying to protect her son from Gerard," you stated, "God how can a father do that to his own son," you groaned.

"It's horrible," Sam said, "I know,".

When you arrive back at the place, you immediately felt that the energy was different. It was darker, sadder, more disturbing.

"Is it just me or has this place gotten creepier," Dean says looking up at the building, "Well, Mary isn't here to protect it anymore, so Gerard turned it," Sam said, you sighed as the three of you walked in.

You did some research on the way here after Sam took over, Gerard was cremated, which means something of his is around here somewhere, and the reason Darren was still here is because Gerard attached himself to the poor kid, he won't be able to cross over until Gerard does.

"Right you two stay here I'll go upstairs," Dean says, "It'll be easier if we all split," you suggest, "Yeah and what's gonna happen if you have another vision thing?" Dean asks, you roll your eyes at him, you weren't mad about going with Sam but, you hated being treated like a child.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what happened with you, other partner?" Sam asked as you both walked through the building, "What?" You asked, "You don't have to talk about it," he says, "no, it's ok, I just," you sighed, "My best friend, or my boyfriend, whatever you wanna call it, we were on this case together, and he saved my life but, when he saved my life he ended his own," you said trying to swallow back the tears from the horrible memory.

You sam walked around for a few minutes longer, he told you about his girlfriend Jess, and how he got her killed, even though it really didn't sound like his fault, you understood what he meant.

When you went to say something, you felt something grab your leg. "Sam," you said, looking to him, he was standing right next to you, he stopped and looked at you, you looked down to see a faint hand around your ankle, and then felt yourself being pulled, falling to the ground and dragged away, you screamed as you watched Sam chase after you, but you were pulled around a corner and smacked your head way to hard knocking yourself out.

You didn't know how long it had been, but you slowly started to open your eyes, head thumping as usual, and body in pain. "Sam?" You called out immediately, "oh nobody's going to hear you beautiful," you heard a disgusting old male voice, you started to cry as you turned your head to see Gerard, old and gross.

"What do you want?" You asked, trying to compose yourself. "Company," he said, "Let me go," you said trying to wriggle out of the chains you were in.

He darkly chuckled at your comment, "your funny sweetheart," he said, walking over to you. God it smelt horrible, "Your mine now," he smiled at you, teeth rotted and gross, eyes white yet dark.

"Sam!" "Dean!" You called out at the top of your lungs, "nobody's gonna hear you," he said, "we are to far down," he said, "What are you doing?" You asked as he took a knife, dragging it over your face, "I want to see you bleed," he smiles, you felt sick to your stomach, as a sharp paint spread across your arm, watching as he cut a line down your right forearm.

What felt like hours later, you were week. Gerard had cut your arms and you were most likely bleeding out, your arms looked like they were turned inside out, as you started to loose hope one last idea popped into your mind.

Sams pov

"Where is she?" I asked worried, I was so scared. "For fuck sake!" I yelled kicking in a wall, Dean trying to comfort me but it wasn't going to work.

"We'll find her," Dean said as we walked down the halls, trying to find anything. As I turned a corner, a piercing headache came to me. "Sam," I heard from behind me, but I couldn't hear him after a few seconds.

It was like a scratching noise, like nails on a chalk board. Then it went silent, I looked up and I saw y/n. "y/n," I ran up to her, she looked horrible, she looked so tired, but there wasn't a single drop of blood on her.

"Sam, basement," she said, "Down, underneath," she spoke, "I'm underneath," she says then looking up, I look up to see a familiar symbol, "help me," she then says before I feel myself came back to it.

"Sam," I hear deans voice, "I know where she is," I said before jumping up, she was at Gerard's grave, he was buried in the local cemetery, and his headstone had that same symbol, that symbol was also on a building we drove past in town.

Readers POV

Sam and Dean immediately broke into the building, not caring to be caught by anyone unless they were cops.

“Y/n!” Dean called out, bad idea. Because he was thrown against the wall, Gerard appeared in front of them, immediately attacking them.

You slowly came back to consciousness, you looked down to your arms and they were completely normal, he must’ve done a mind trick because you almost immediately started to feel stronger.

You looked around in a panic not seeing him, you struggled but you managed to wriggle out of the chains he had put you in, you felt weak but strong enough to get the holy hell out of there, but before you could you looked around for Darren.

“Darren,” you called out in your mind, and you felt him call you, down the dark hall you walked in when you first saw him.

Except this time he wasn’t screaming, you ran down and saw the boy chained up, he wasn’t alive but he was still in pain, “Help me,” he whimpered, you knew getting him out the chains wouldn’t do anything, Gerard was attached to me.

“Darren, I need you to help me,” you said, he looked at you, tears in his eyes, he looked so tired, “Is there anything of Gerard’s, anything of his former body that he keeps?” You asked, he whined shaking his head, “Darren I need you to think, it’s the only way I can help you,” you said, trying to ignore the headache that was pulsing throughout your head.

“Down the hall, in a green box, he keeps his hand, he got it cut off so he could have a knife hand,” he said in parts, struggling to get the words out, “That’s fucked up,” you said, “I’m gonna get you out, I promise,” you say before running out of there, to the only room down the end of the hall.

You rushed in there, the stench was eye watering, you felt like you could pass out. You felt for the lighter in your pocket as you noticed the green box he was talking about, you took it, opening it, seeing a rotten hand, maggots eating at it,”.

You brought the lighter to the hand, “bye sucker,” you said as you watched the hand burn, and you felt your headache start to lift.

You put the hand in the bin letting it burn, as you turned around you saw Darren. “Thank you,” he said before disappearing. You smiled to yourself, feeling proud.

You still felt a little dizzy, but you began to find your way out of there. As you climbed up a ladder, you looked around to see a very trashed building, you looked to see Sam and Dean standing up, groaning.

“Y/n,” Sam said with a smile, “That’s the second time I saved your life,” you said with a smile, walking up to the two boys. You watched Sam walk up to you giving you a hug, you smiled as you hugged the tall guy back. Feeling that connection with him.

“I’m glad your ok,” he said nodding, he looked down on you like he wanted to kiss you, and you knew he was thinking it, “your welcome,” you said noticing there wasn’t a thank you yet, he went to go say thank you but you kissed him before he could, “your welcome,” you said in a less sarcastic tone, “Do I get one now?” Dean interrupts the kiss.

“Dick,” Sam says, you smile at him. Before walking out with the two boys, “Where are you heading now?” Sam asked you as you stood by your car, “South Dakota, probably stay with my dad for a week before heading off somewhere,” you said with a smile, “you give us a call if you ever need anything,” Sam says handing you his number, “Got it,” you smiled, handing him a note with yours, “you give me a call when you need me to save your ass again,” you smiled.

He laughed, before leaning down giving you another kiss. This time more passionate, a little more adoring and needy. “I’ll see you Sam,” you smiled, “see you,” he said as you got into your car; and drove off.

That whole car ride Sam was the only person on your mind, in-fact for the next month Sam was intoxicating your mind, like a virus that wouldn’t go away, you couldn’t tell if you just really liked him, or if something was up, but the second you left him, you had already planned that you were going to see him again, thought about what you were going to say, and fantasised what you would do with him.

#fanfic #fem!reader #fluff #y/n #cute fluff #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x y/n #bobby singer #dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural romance #sam winchester smut #x reader

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masivechaos · 1 year

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GOOD LUCK KISS

steven meeks x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

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Synopsis: You're acting in your first play ever and Steven is the most supportive boyfriend ever

Warning/content: fluff, anderperry, kissing, my English

a.n.: 1.4k words - not really proud of this one oops

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Steven Meeks didn’t want to be anywhere else. He couldn’t wish better than to be lying on his bed, watching you walk back and forth in his dorm as you recited your lines.

It’s when you went to see your best friend, Neil, playing Puck in A Midsummer Night’s Dream that you decided to start theatre. You always liked the idea of being on stage but thought it was impossible, that it couldn’t be you, or that it was too late to start. Neil showed you the opposite.

If he could, why couldn’t you?

You told him about your project of becoming an actor and he immediately helped you find a play where you could audition, and for support he auditioned too. You both got your parts, you were Gwendolen Fairfax as he was Jack Worthing and you were happier than ever.

Steven, your boyfriend, insisted on helping you learning your text. So, there you were performing The Importance of Being Earnest in front of him. “I am always smart! Aren’t I, Mr Worthing?”

Steven proudly recited Neil’s lines, pushing his glasses on the bridge of his nose “You’re quite perfect, Miss Fairfax” he was smiling as he talked, just like he was actually thinking this about you.

“Oh! I hope I am not that. It would leave no room for development, and I intend to develop in many directions”

If you ever doubted Steven loved you, you were sure now. He was looking at you with his shining eyes and this adorable beam of his. You couldn’t help but shy under his stare, he was interpellated when you didn’t pronounce your next line “What’s happening, sweetheart?”

You could melt on the spot “You make me nervous” you said with a quiet laugh Steven loved so much.

“Me?” he asked innocently before getting up and walking to you. His hands settled on your waist, gripping gently at your white shirt “I can show you a way to relax” one of his hands roamed to your cheek and he leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of you.

But as you were kissing, the door opened, revealing a disgusted Pitts “Ew”

Meeks’ cheeks dusted in pink immediately “You could have knocked” he said in a quiet voice, hiding in the crook of your neck and you chuckle, a little embarrassed

“We, um… we were doing rehearsal” You offered Gerard an awkward smile as you felt heat chasing your face.

The boy’s mouth extended into a smirk “A kiss scene?” he was messing with you and you knew it. You decided to ignore his teasing and looked down at Steven “I gotta go” you whispered to his ear and he nodded before leaving a quick kiss on your neck and pulling away, letting you get out of the room.

When your presence was just the smell of your perfume left on Steven’s clothes, Gerard closed the door and gave his roommate the widest grin “Weird way to help with her lines”

“Oh shut up. She’s amazing at this” Gerard took a deep breath, preparing himself to hear a ramble about you. Steven didn’t talk about you like Knox talked about Chris, it was pure. Knox was maybe Gerard’s friend but he had no qualms about saying his behaviour with the blond girl could be a little creepy sometimes. He sat as Steven didn’t even try to shut up about how talented, pretty and funny you were.

Later that week, as you spent more and more time perfecting your acting, you had less time to do your homework. Hence why he was doing your trig exercises as you were sleeping on his bed, exhausted from the last days full of rehearsals, nose plunged in his pillow because it smelt like him, cinnamon, chamomile and cigarettes if you were attentive enough.

Steven helped you during the following weeks, more and more excited to see you on stage. And the big day finally arrived. He took ages to prepare himself, changing of outfit every two seconds, Pitts having to choose clothes for him otherwise they would never leave.

The ginger boy rushed everyone so they won’t be late, Todd being happy to go to the theatre early so he could see a certain brunette before the play would start.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Steven pushed the doors open, you were sat on the wooden stage next to Neil, both of your legs dangling, texts in hands and costumes on. It was the first time your boyfriend saw you in this huge dress and he was so mesmerised, he earned a smack on the shoulder from Charlie.

Steven walked to you with a shy smile, cheeks a dark shade of pink “H-hi” he mumbled.

When you saw him you finally jump off the stage and threw yourself in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed, containing your excitation as much as you could.

He let out a chuckle before hugging you back “Not too stressed?” he wasn’t a boy with social anxiety or whatever but he wasn’t ready to act and talk in front of an entire theatre, he didn’t know how you weren’t repulsed by the idea or how Neil managed to do this multiple time without ending up stuttering.

“No” you replied quickly and then really tried to find an answer “A little?” you said with a laugh before hiding your face in his neck. You felt a hand on your shoulder, a hand you didn’t recognize as Steven’s.

You raised your head and found Neil next to you “You’ll do great! I promise you!” he looked at you with a reassuring smile. Neil was your best friend for as long as you could remember, he almost considered you as his little sister he never had. He saw your heart being broken and it hurt him, so when you started dating Steven he was relieved, he knew he was going to treat you right, he was gentle with you and never failed to make you feel loved. He was glad you finally found someone right.

Someone quickly called both of you and you had to leave Steven after giving him a small peck on the cheek. But he stopped you “Wait!” he grabbed you by the shoulders to capture your lips into a proper kiss “Good luck kiss”

You smiled widely at him and Neil had to pull you away or you were gone for minutes of kissing and would be late “C’mon!”

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Steven stared at the red velvet curtain, grinning, waiting to see you “Are you going to explode?” Pitts whispered with a chuckle, Cameron laughing beside him.

“Oh shut up” he pressed his hand over Gerard’s mouth so he wouldn’t talk anymore when the curtain opened. He knew you weren’t on the first scene but he couldn’t help but be disappointed.

You and Neil finally showed up and he had to stop himself from cheering. Jubilant, he glanced at Pitts who offered him a small smile, he couldn’t deny he found you cute together. Steven would do anything for you.

You were incredible acting, it seemed like you weren’t even acting, you were the character. You were Gwendolen Fairfax. And Neil was good too obviously, but for your first time you were really talented. Even Mr Keating, who insisted on coming, was left impressed and he didn’t miss telling you at the end of the play. Steven spent the entire play smiling and laughing, prouder than ever.

The curtain closed and all the poets got up, clapping as loud as they could, hoping you and Neil could hear from wherever you were.

The room emptied and the boys waited for you. You rushed into Steven’s arms “I did it!” you said, delighted and Steven quickly capture your lips in a short kiss. When he pulled away you were going to chase for another kiss before realizing you were watched and letting out an awkward laugh.

"You were amazing" Steven praised and you couldn't doubt he was honest by the way he was grinning and it looked like there were stars in his eyes.

You smiled at him, grabbing his hand, brushing your thumb on his skin. “Did you like it?” Neil asked coming by your side. Everyone gave their opinion, each one more adorable than the other.

You leaned into Neil’s side “I think someone really enjoyed” you smirked, showing a blushing Todd who staring at the ground to flee Neil’s gaze.

The brunette rolled his eyes “Pfff. You’re telling nonsense”

“Oh yeah? Just talk to him for 2 seconds before he kisses you” you didn’t know if you had a good instinct or were clairvoyant but Todd did end up kissing Neil at the end of the night.

On your side you walked back to Welton, exhausted and fell asleep with Steven on his bed, arms firmly wrapped around his middle and face buried in his chest.

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⋆ ★ steven meeks taglist: @moonlitmeeks @toindeedbeag0d @juneberrie @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @spookydarkwitch

#margot is writing! ੈ✩‧₊˚#dead poets one shot #dead poets fanfic #dead poets headcanons #dead poets society #dead poets in nyc #steven meeks #stephen meeks #gerard pitts #charlie dalton #neil perry #knox overstreet #richard cameron #todd anderson #steven meeks x reader #dps #dps hc #dps headcanons

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xocasper · 2 years

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Kiss Me Through the Phone

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Three - Phone Sex Warnings: NSFW content Tags: gender-neutral reader, phone sex, praise kink, masturbation, dirty talk, mega virgin!gerard Word Count: 2316 A/N: Unfortunately, this one is short! I didn't realize how long my fics had gotten until recently. There are a handful of shorter ones, but anything written after September is 3k+ or so. This one isn't too explicit--it'll give you a nice break from the last two lol. And if you like the rough stuff more, I've got more on its way. Enjoy!

When a phone rings at three in the morning, there’s always a motive behind it. No one calls that late at night to chat, for life updates and small talk, laying on their stomach and kicking their feet as they ramble about mundane topics. They can last until the early hours of the morning, sure, but when shrill ringing cracks through a silent night, worst-case scenarios flood the receiver’s head; a car accident, an arrest, a plea to talk the caller down from a permanent mistake.

Startled by the sound, you shot up, your heart anxiously pounding as you reached for the phone. You couldn’t see the clock in the dark, or really anything, blinking wearily in hopes of waking yourself up. Hardly having a grip on reality, you picked up, dreading the awful news on the other end, praying you could withstand it so early in the morning. With a churning stomach, you called out a soft, “Hello?”

What you weren’t expecting was a voice thick with sleep, sounding awkward and unsure as they mumbled your name. Both relief and confusion washed over you, though you were still too tired to grasp who was speaking to you, merely recognizing the voice.

“It’s Gerard,” he said, voice barely above a whisper as he sent a new flood of emotions through you. “You said to call you, and I know it’s late, and this was probably stupid of me...”

As much as you wanted to smack him upside the head for calling you at this hour, curiosity beat aggravation by a long shot. Besides, you missed him terribly, grateful to hear his voice, even if he had woken you.

Pulling yourself together, you let out a quiet sigh. “What time is it?”

Guilt swept over him on the other side of town, shifting awkwardly in his bed as he glanced up at the clock. God, could he be any more incompetent?

“Uh, quarter-past three?” he answered, sounding more like a question than an answer. “Look, I’m sorry I woke you, you can totally go back to sleep if you want. This is really dumb, and you’re gonna hate me for it.”

He could barely make out another muffled sigh through the speaker, patiently waiting for a response and even considering hanging up, though his hard-on was screaming at him to tell you the truth already. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and laid back down, putting him on speaker and barely capable of talking. Listening, you could do, in case he wanted to babble about DnD or comic books, but that definitely wasn’t his plan for tonight.

“No, it’s alright,” you shushed him, already getting cozy again. “What’s wrong?”

There was a short pause–an opportunity, quickly flushed away by nerves, Gerard resorting to rushed explanations as he tried to compose himself. “Nothing, there’s nothing wrong, it’s just I… Fuck, I had…”

As much as you cared about him, you were growing exasperated listening to him beat around the bush, cutting him off abruptly. “Gerard, baby. Why did you call me?”

The nickname made him shiver, a soft blush dusting his cheeks on the other end, followed by a string of words, spilling from his lips before he could reconsider. “I had a dream.”

It was crystal clear, his voice cutting through your silent bedroom, ringing in your ears like a case of tinnitus. He could’ve dreamt about anything, his intentions vague as you mumbled out a response.

“Oh?”

Your answer was unfulfilling for Gerard, who was half hoping that you’d tell him to leave you alone, preventing him from admitting his shameful desires and requesting that you help him solve his problem. It was then that he really grasped his mistake, his heart hammering and mouth going dry as he realized that it probably would’ve been better to take care of himself alone. Instead, sleepy impulsivity had him dialing the phone before he had analyzed his decision.

When he didn’t respond, you took it upon yourself to push further. “What’d you dream about?”

“You,” he replied, undescriptive and slowly boring you to sleep.

Despite your exhaustion, you pushed further. “Mm, what was I doing?”

“You were in my bedroom, and uh… remember that night? When we–”

The rest of his sentence cut off as you swiftly took him off speaker, much more awake than you were moments ago. By the time you had pressed the phone between your ear and the mattress, he was still rambling, a nervous habit of his that you’d noticed. Torn between letting him prattle on and asking once more why he called, you finally landed on the latter.

“Vividly, haven’t stopped thinking about it since it happened,” you said, making him squirm in his place. “Why?”

His breath shook slightly, and he cursed as shame settled in his stomach. “I had a dream about it,” he repeated. “And it felt so real, and now…”

“…And now you’re horny,” you finished as his voice trailed off.

He huffed on the other end, “Thank you, Sherlock.”

Caught off guard by his sudden candor, you let out a laugh; a genuine one, making Gerard smile despite his awkward situation.

“Jesus, you’re such a nerd.”

Gerard groaned in response, “This would totally kill my boner if you weren’t so hot.”

“About that,” you said, pausing for a moment. “Why did you call me again?”

The laughter died out, but at least it had taken the edge off of his guilt. He sucked in a breath, realizing as he spoke just how embarrassing his request was. “I was wondering if you could… Can you help me?”

You hummed in consideration, dragging out your answer as if you’d ever miss an opportunity like this. Gerard opened his mouth to object, ready to apologize and hang up, but he was caught off by a sudden response.

“Sure.”

He let out a sigh of relief, quickly regressing back to embarrassment as he realized that he had no clue what he was doing. As he started to stammer again, you interrupted with a laugh–not the malicious kind, more entertained than anything.

“Calm down,” you said, still wearing a faint smile. “I can feel your stress through the phone.”

Gerard muttered another apology, hoping that you weren’t completely fed up with him. “I wish you were here,” he admitted, and god, you did too.

“I know, and I promise I’ll see you again soon. This will do for now though, right?”

He nodded as if you could really see him, “Right.”

“Good boy.”

It was so simple, two words and seven letters, but it was enough to make a soft moan slip past his parted lips. Otherwise, he stayed quiet, encouraging you to take the wheel.

A basic, easy question came next, “What are you wearing?”

He glanced down, struggling to see in the dark, but making do with his hands, feeling the fabric beneath his fingertips and going from there. “A shirt. It’s black, I think. I can’t really see in the dark,” he confessed, but you didn’t mind.

“What about pants? Are you wearing any, or did you take them off before you called me?”

His breath caught in his throat, brushing his hand against his thigh, meeting soft cotton. “No,” he breathed, undoubtedly turning pink again. “No, I’m wearing pants.”

“What do they look like? You don’t sleep in jeans, right?” you asked, wondering just how weird he really was.

Gerard shook his head, “No, they’re pajama pants. They’re plaid, I think?”

He racked his brain for minor details, ones that didn’t matter much to you. “Are you wearing pants?” he asked suddenly, facepalming as he heard his own question.

You snickered on the other line, “No, I’m not. I’m betting that wasn’t your question though, was it?”

Caught up in the fact that you said no, he could hardly bother to be embarrassed. “I was gonna ask what you were wearing, sorry.”

He thought hard for a moment, swallowing his nerves and persisting. “You’re… You’re not wearing pants, though?”

“Nope, just underwear and a t-shirt,” you told him. “Why? Are you picturing it?”

He couldn’t be more awkward, willing himself not to stammer. “Yeah.”

Phew.

It was a vague answer, but you took it regardless, putting the attention back on him. “You said you couldn’t see yourself, right?”

“Right.”

Pressing your lips closer to the receiver and lowering your voice a bit, you gave him an instruction. “I want you to touch yourself instead.”

His composure vanished instantly, swallowing hard as his hand drifted below his waistband. “Can you tell me what to do?”

Something in you stirred, turned on by his request as you pictured him laying in bed, desperate enough to call you the minute he woke up. Surely, he was flushed, his fingers tracing the stitching of his waistband, the same way he had done to yours. If his light were on, he��d be able to see himself, the outline of his erection pressing against his pajamas, warping the dark plaid.

“Take your pants off,” you started, Gerard holding the phone against his shoulder as he pried off his pajamas. “Touch yourself over your boxers, alright?”

Eagerly, he complied, pressing his hand to the prominent tent in his boxers, inhaling shakily as he imagined that it was you. The things he would do to have you in his bedroom, your hand stroking him through the fabric, refusing to really touch him until he was begging for it. The thought alone had him moaning, piquing your interest.

“What are you thinking about?”

His breathing shuddered for a moment, “You.”

If you were here, would you spend the night teasing him? Or would you eventually give in to his pleas, needing a good fuck just as bad as he did?

“Miss me?” you asked, receiving an affirmative hum. “I miss you. I miss the way you taste, and the way you feel. God, I miss how you fucked me that night.”

The words made him shiver, curses and shaky breaths spilling out as he resisted the urge to strip down without permission. “I miss you too,” he replied, before repeating an earlier sentiment. “I wish you were here.”

It was almost chaste the way he said it, nearly forgetting that he was hard and desperately waiting for real friction. “You can touch yourself now,” you said, gratitude washing over Gerard as he quickly pulled off his boxers.

“Go slow for me, okay?” you instructed, and figured that he must not understand what slow meant, because it was barely ten seconds before his breathing grew erratic.

Sure enough, he was doing the opposite, desperately jerking himself off as if you couldn’t tell, and doing a sloppy job at hiding it. He tugged his hand away just as quickly, hearing your sharp tone through the phone.

“Slow, Gerard.”

Swallowing thickly, he muttered a half-hearted apology, more ashamed that he was caught than anything. “Just your fingertips,” you said, Gerard reluctantly following your direction. “Go easy, the same way I would.”

It was easier for him to picture your hand, rather than his, imagining that it was out of his control. Gently, he stroked himself, his fingertips brushing over the head, grazing his cock as his eyes fluttered shut, using your voice as a guide.

“Can you feel me?” you wondered, listening to his quiet moans. “Are you picturing my hand, teasing and stroking your cock? You always look so pretty, when your eyes fall shut and your lips part, all your gasps and moans…”

He nearly choked, biting his lip to muffle the moan that tumbled out, resisting the urge to wrap his hand around himself and thrust into it, pretending it was you. Thankfully, you eased up, listening to him struggle for a moment more before giving in.

“You can use your hand now, but promise to go slow.”

Gerard let out a soft sigh, “I promise.”

Making a promise was easy enough but keeping it was a different story, and Gerard had to fight the urge to speed up as he pumped his fist. You could tell, cooing sweet praise into his ear.

“You’re doing so good, so patient.”

“I wish I could see you, suck your pretty cock, let you use me.”

He could come from your voice alone, knuckles blanching as he gripped the handset. Moans poured from his lips, and he was almost ashamed of how desperate he sounded, how badly he needed more.

“God, you sound so hot,” you breathed, listening to Gerard pant from the other side. “Faster, baby, fuck your hand and pretend it’s me.”

It was filthy, every word that dripped from your lips, and yet you said them so softly, gentle and soothing as if you weren’t spewing pure erotica. The contrast was intoxicating, Gerard bucking his hips into his fist as if it really were you, growing closer with every passing second. You could almost see him, his eyes screwed shut as he tugged his lip between his teeth, trying mightily to suppress the sounds he made for you, whiny moans that sliced through the silent air.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he said, his hips jerking off his mattress.

You couldn’t get a word in edgewise, left to listen to Gerard slur obscenities and come with your name on his tongue. He sounded absolutely wrecked, making a mess of himself as you held your breath on the other end, picturing the sight of him, ruined and staining his sheets because of you.

Neither of you spoke for a minute, Gerard slightly dazed as he stared at the ceiling, his chest heaving as he reached for the tissues on his nightstand. He wasn’t sure what to say, torn between gratitude and apologies, but once again, you filled in for him.

“Gerard?” you asked, yawning as exhaustion settled over you once more.

He hummed, “What’s up?”

“Just come over next time.”

kinktober taglist: @clichedlovers @halloweenbitch2764 @lubbockshusband @cigarettesandalcohol @couldbegayer1234 @doc-martens-enthusiast @yachiiko @becausethedrugsneverwork @michelethesong @dangerouslittlefairy @chronicallythicc

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

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girlgerard · 2 years

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i missed gerard way so much for seven fucking years i missed them so much it hurt to even think about and now i get to see them blossoming into something only a few of us even dared to consider every single night onstage i get to see their face six feet in front of mine i get to hear their voice alone in my bedroom with hundreds of other people. art that’s woven itself into your veins

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transjudas · 8 months

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top 5 MCR songs (bear in mind I do not know any so any background you feel like giving will be enjoyed)

a devastating question

You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us in Prison: it’s catchy as hell, about a dude in prison having gay sex and the lines “Well, I miss my mom. Will they give me the chair?” coming one after the other without a pause from gerard is one of those moments that just slams me into the ground cause it’s this innocent child like statement vs him asking if he’ll be executed by electric chair. bonkers.

the jetset life is gonna kill you- simply for the way gerard’s voice goes up when he sings “slip into the tragedy”. it’s beautiful and haunting and i’m so sad we didn’t get to hear it on tour.

it’s not a fashion statement it’s a death wish: THIS HOLE YOU PUT ME IN WASNT DEEP ENOUGH AND IM CLIMBING OUT RIGHT NOW YOURE RUNNING OUT OF PLACES TO HIDE FROM ME

the sharpest lives: it’s not even about the lyrics for this one. there’s so much building in action and emotion in this. all of the black parade is theatrical but this one especially for me makes me feel like i’m on a stage performing when i sing along.

destroya- genuinely so sexy. about a robot savior that citizens of battery city in the danger days universe worship and believe will return and save/liberate them that’s been unoperational or whatever for a long time. but it’s also just. sexy. the moans. my god. 2019 reunion show performance his legs were trembling. insane.

#hi this was so hard #thank u for asking!#asks

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eternalglitch · 1 year

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Seen This Story Before

Fandom: Dimension 20: Neverafter

Author's Note: Just one of several Gerard drabbles I needed to write.

Content Warnings: None other than a few Dimension 20 spoilers up to episode 10.

"Don't you fucking do it!" Pinocchio shouted, his high pitched voice going higher yet. He wasn't yet old enough to have voice cracks, assuming he could. Gerard himself had skipped that phase until he was around twenty-one, when his vocal cords were actually anatomically able to be lower than that of a child. "Red, I'm warning you–" "Pinocc, she's following the rules," the kid's familiar squeaked. "She rightfully can–" "I'm out!" Ylfa folded her cards with a smug smile, her fangs poking over her lip. "Three wins in a row, baby!" "God dammit. God dammit I should've known you had woken up and chosen violence are you kidding me." The two kids dissolved back into bickering, Ylfa patting Pinocchio on the back as the puppet swatted at her hand furiously, refusing the loss. Gerard couldn't help himself; he snorted, turning slightly away so no one spotted him laughing. It was somewhat for naught; Timothy must have somehow heard him, even though Gerard had always thought once someone's hair went white so too would their hearing go. Not with this old man. "It's good to see Ylfa bonding with another kid," Timothy said conspiratorially, sitting down next to Gerard. The frog blinked. "Oh. Oh!" He nodded. "Er, yes, I'm sure. Kids their age need friends." He gave Timothy a half-hearted grin. "Fred got me through a lot." Mother Goose eyed him for a moment. "…your friend the frog." "Yes. Well, the first one– yes. And the second. And third." Timothy stared at him and raised an eyebrow, and Gerard fiddled with the edge of his tattered shirt, suddenly self conscious. "They didn't say much– but well– you know how it is, being young! Making stuff up and being a little crazy." Gerard chuckled. "I was a bit immature." "You're still quite young," Timothy said, patting Gerard's back. "You have a lot of living ahead of you." "–that is IT, Cricket can you– can you do something about her, some kinda spell or–" Pinocchio's raised voice cut into the conversation, and the two men watched in bemusement as a game of chase seemed to unravel before them. Red tossed one braid over her shoulder, laughing, dodging like it was a dance, Pinocchio diving right past her and face planting into the dirt, his wooden limbs atwist. A child punished for seemingly misbehaving, missing out on puberty and sleeping in a warm bed or held in a parent's embrace. A fearless little girl that seemed to already have too many worries on her shoulders but smiled nevertheless. Gerard had seen that story before. He hoped that he could help this one end differently, even if the relationship between the two kids was inherently a different one. This one, at least, would end happy. Gerard shook his head. "So do you, Timothy. And hopefully it won't be much to write home about, once this is all over." He got to his feet, brushing himself off as best as he was able. "Shall we go help Rosamund with the cooking? I can't imagine Pib is going to actually show up in time to help, he said he would go catch fish two hours ago." "A prince offering to help cook! That's a first." Timothy grunted as he also stood up. "And I wouldn't complain about that too much; I daresay I'll have written an entire book by the time we are done here!"

#glitch writes #my writing #dimension 20 #d20 #d20 neverafter #neverafter #prince gerard of greenleigh #frog prince #frog prince neverafter

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mrsarnasdelicious · 2 months

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Two Plus Two

This is for my GF @femjaskierinreallife

We're sitting in a cozy pub in Edinborough. Vacation with you so far seems like paradise. I could not be happier.

The waitress brings us the nacho's we ordered and you are people watching. I smile at the waitress and lean against you. "What you looking at?" I cooe. "That guy at the bar looks like Gerard Butler." You whisper. I try to be subtle about looking over at the guy at the bar, clad in a shirt of some band or the other and a fucking kilt.

He's looking our way, though and his eyes meet mine. I quickly look away, but do not miss him nudging the man beside him. "Omg, he is pointing us out." You squeak in my ear. "Oh and his friend is hot." I look again. And Gods, you are right. His friend is fucking glorious. "One for thee and one for me." I whisper.

My gaze meet the hot friend's and he grins lopsidedly. I flush darkly. You giggle in my ear. "Should we?" You ask. "I mean .. if they game." I whisper. I can't help but giggle wildly along with you. My heart is racing about a million miles per hour.

My hand finds your thigh and I give you a squeeze.

"I can lure them in." You whisper. "You make it sound like they are animals." I titter. "Well, maybe they will be." You lean in, pecking my neck. I notice that while you do this, you keep eye contact with the man that looks so awfully much like Gerry Butler. I can't help a little moan.

The man's friend looks at us, too.

"We got their attention." You murmur, nipping my ear. A genuine moan passes from my lips. Both men look at me now. My fluster darkens again. They come over and take two chairs from the neighbouring table. The Gerry Butler lookalike sits his wrong side front. His friend, taller, more imposing, keeps a bit off to the side.

"Are the lovely ladies vacationing here, or new in town." The Scotsman asks. His voice sounds suspiciously much like Gerard Butler indeed. I can feel you grin against my neck. "We are on holiday." I affirm. "My friend is too." The Scot gestures to his friend.

Is two plus two four, here?

"I am Tessa and this is my girlfriend Tonya." I cooe. "Nice to meet you, lasses. I am Gerard and this is my friend Pablo." The Scotsman smirks.

So two plus two is four.

You begin to giggle again and I feel my ears heat up. "So nice to meet you, gentlemen." I try to sound demure. I probably miss the mark, but both Gerard and Pablo grin at me. You cuddle in as close as you can get, inching Gerard up. He meets you eye and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip.

"Can I get yous something to drink." He rumbles. "Oh yes please." You affirm. "That would be nice." I agree. "What would you like?" Pablo looks me in the eye as he asks it. "He liiiikes you." You singsong ever so softly in my ear. "I'd like a cider please and my girlfriend takes a tequilla." I reply. Pablo nods and gets up, sauntering to the bar. I can't help but gaze at his ass. He has a great ass.

"He likes you."Gerard echoes your words.

I decide carefully on my next words. I don't want to give the gentlemen the impression we aren't open to them. You have made it evident we are more than friends, after all. And so have I..

"I am very flattered, I like him too." I say gently. "That is always nice to hear." Pablo comes back to our small table, placing down your tequilla and my cider. His eyes linger on both of us. The he gives Gerard a lil smack on the shoulder and goes back to bar to retrieve two glasses of whiskey.

"Where you lasses from?" Gerard asks. "I'm Dutch and Tonya is from America." I reply. "Met online, been smitten with her for years." You supply. "So, long distance?" Gerard furrows his brows. Pablo places one glass of whiskey in front of Gerard and sits down again. "For now, yes." I answer, barely able to tear my eyes away from Pablo. He smiles brightly at me.

"So, who moves where?" Pablo asks. "Tonya will move to The Netherlands." I purr. "Oh, big plan?" Gerard grins. "Nothing solid yet, but I'm definitely gona marry her." You reply. "Lucky girl." Gerard winks at you. "Who, me, or her?" You tease. Gerard laughs heartily. "Both." Pablo supplies.

You down your tequila and I sip my cider. The men both sip their whiskey and we exchange pleasantries. We talk about basic things and gentle nothings. We are all avoiding the genuine subject we want to talk about.

It is Gerard who broaches it first. "So, your hotel nearby?" He asks. "Wana come?" You cooe. "Getting straight to the point, I like it." Gerard smirks. "Straight, us... oh please." You titter. I can help a manic giggle. "We should finish our drinks first." I say. "I already did." You giggle as well. I snortle and roll my eyes. I know what tequilla does to you.

I sip my cider and you snuggle into me with a loud giggle. You're obviously becoming horny, rather swiftly. I am not complaining. I feel both men watch us with rapt attention. Your lips venture along my neck and I grit my teeth in order not to moan too eagerly. You giggle louder and nip at my skin. I gasp in pleasure. I can feel you smirk. I put my hand on your thigh, sliding upwards. You squirm against me. It would seem we are putting up a show. We are letting these men know what we are made of. What is in store for them.

Gerard leans forward on the backrest of his seat. He smirks widely. "Go on, kiss her." He encourages you. "I could also kiss you." You tease him. Gerard grins widely at you. "No no, ladies first." He murmurs. "Save us for in the hotelroom, yeah." He sips his whiskey. "Fine be my." I cooe. Pablo nods his ascend as well.

I cup your cheek and draw you in for a kiss. You grin against my lips. I taste tequilla on your tongue and squeeze your thigh.

Pablo and Gerard finish their whiskey and I have to gulp down my cider, because I don't want to dilly-dally too long. Gerard rises to pay the tab, which we are of course not protesting.

And not much later we are on our way to our hotelroom.

We're taking up the entire cobbled road, but there is no traffic. I'm holding your hand, but converse with Pablo. You talk with Gerard. I'm trying to keep an ear on your convo, but I just can't. I am so absorbed by Pablo. Everything about him hits just right. And he smiles so warmly down on me. He puts his hand on the small of my back, his body heat seeping into my shirt.

It is only a little while till we arrive at our hotel. I pull my keycard from the case of my phone and use it to open the automatic front door. Both gentlemen crowd us into the elevator and you hit the button for our floor.

The elevator is small and we are all pressed together quite close. You can feel Gerard has an erection, even through the denim of his denim shorts. His breath fans over your face. We are still holding hands. I'm leaning my forehead against Pablo's chest, inhaling his scent. He wraps my long ginger braid around his hand. My breath hitches a little. Pablo chuckles and gives a slow gentle tug. I can't help a moan. You and Pablo swear simultaneously.

The elevator dings and Gerard and Pablo exit, walking backwards. We eagerly follow. We shove playfully past them and lead them to our hotel room.

I unlock the door, forfeiting your hand and gesturing you through first. Gerard follows immediately after, giving you a firm slap on the arse. Pablo walks past me, giving me a lustful look. I smirk up at him.

You are already on the bed when I close the door and toe out of my shoes. Pablo kicks off his shoes as well. Gerard stands by the edge of the bed, as though he is waiting for his cue. "Take off your shoes." I make it a very clear order. You shudder in anticipation. Gerard looks over his shoulder and furrows his brow at me. "Oh she is sooo in charge." You titter. "Oh is she now." Gerard toes out of his shoes and joins you on the bed.

"You're the smallest one here." Pablo puts his hands on my shoulders, standing behind me. His warm and scent surround me. I heave a happy little sigh. "Yes I know, I am short, and bossy." I cooe. "But you are so good." You add lustily. "Why thank you baby." I purr.

Pablo squeezes my shoulders and I lean back into him.

"What are you waiting for?" I ask Gerard. He raises his brow at me. "Do what you want." I make it another order. Gerard chuckles huskily. "I think we got our work cut out for us." he tells Pablo. "I can handle some work." Pablo replies. Gerard climbs into bed with you. You open your arms for him. "Eager, are you?" He growls, his accent deepening a little. "Oh you havee no idea." I cooe.

"Can he please kiss me now." You pout. "I don't know, can he?" I smirk. "Please, Mommah, please." You whine. "Mommah?" Both men chorus. "I hear an echoe." I chuckle. "Go on, kiss her." I firmly order Gerard. "Just don't make me call you mommah, too." Gerard chuckles, before climbing on top of you. "I wouldn't dare." I lean back against Pablo.

You put your arms around Gerard's neck and tease the hair in his nape. Gerard groans and leans his forehead against yours. You whine softly and arch into him. "Needy little kitten." I remark. "Very needy." Gerard agrees. He closes the distance then, finally putting you out of your misery. You whimper against his lips. You feel his strength, surrounded with his warmth and his scent. Gerard is very eager, licking at the seam of your lips. You open up for him, meeting his tongue eagerly with your own. He tastes like whiskey and churros. You moan softly.

"You want to watch?" Pablo asks me.

I turn slowly to him. "I'd rather get some myself." I purr, cupping his cheek. Pablo chuckles huskily and cups my cheek. "Then get some." He rumbles. I stand on my very tippy toes. Pablo closes his eyes. I close the last distance, pressing my lips against his. He heaves a soft sigh and presses down against me. I moan sweetly into his mouth.

He begins backing me up to the bed. I let him.

I lay down beside you. Pablo is on me again, at once. I run one hand into his dark hair and search out yours with my other. You squeeze my hand. I moan excitement coarsing through my veins with the fact we are going to experience this together.

Gerard presses himself down on you. You buck your pelvis up at him. He groans and begins to grind. You make a soft whining sound and his tongue caresses yours. His hand slowly starts at your clothes, tugging and fiddling. You are not working with him, not yet. That would ruin all the tension and half the fun. And you don't want to get ahead of me by too much. You know I do warm up quick, but reach the finish line much slower.

Pablo nudges my legs open with his knee and nests between my thighs. I moan lewdly, the noise making you yet wetter. Pablo groans back at me, grinding down. "Let's get em undressed." Gerard growls. You giggle. "Yeah, we are all easy access and they are too hard to get to." You agree. "I was actually refering to you and your girl." Gerard tells you huskily. "Well, Tessa first, then." You cooe.

You're in naught but a tight dress and panties, where as I am wearing booty shorts, boxers, calvins and a tank. I am most certainly wearing more.

"I am not in a hurry." I murmur, kissing along Pablo's jaw. "But you defo need longer to heat up." You pout. I reach out and pull you into a slow, lewd kiss. "This is not a race. Enjoy this man, enjoy me." I purr. "Yes mommy." You cooe. "Good kitten." I purr. We kiss once more and I hear both men suck in their breath.

You feel Gerard's hand slowly creep up your thigh. You giggle and close your thighs on his hand. Gerard gruns, groping you lewdly, though he does not yet press his ascend. Pablo rucks up my shirt, pulling it up over my calvins. "Lookie there." He growls. "You like?" I cooe, barely breaking the kiss. "Fuck yeah." Pablo growls, yank down my bralette, my breasts popping free. He groans and lewdly gropes at my chest. His hands are vast and strong and I feel deliciously tiny.

You break away from the kiss to happily watch Pablo grope me. "Her nipples are very sensitive." You tell him playfully. Pablo casts his eyes to you. "Are yours?" He asks. You shake your head. "Shame." Gerard murmurs. But he pulls your dress up till your collarbones either way. You gasp in faux indignation. "You have great tits, baby." I cooe, pulling you into another kiss. "Gona cover them in hickies anyway." Gerard leans in.

The Scotsman's lips connect to the skin between your breasts. He sucks and then nips. His beard scratches at your skin. You press yourself against him, breath growing deeper. "Feels good, doesn't it." I purr. "Y-yeah.. Yes it does." You mewl. "Good, that is good to hear." I cooe, stroking your cheek.

Pablo leans down to seal his lips over my nipples. I moan eagerly. "Sounds good, huh?" You taunt Pablo. "Fuck she does." Pablo growls against my breast. He nips my tender flesh and his hand sinks to my shorts. I will most certainly not manage to stay clothes for long now. And I know neither will you.

Because Gerard's pulls your dress up over your head, tossing it away. "Hmm, pretty soft skin." He growls, leaning in again to nip along your neck. You whine softly and squirm below him. You can feel your insides begin to throb. You wriggle, so his thigh is between your legs, pressed up against your panties. "Tell him what you want." I order. You whine softly in reply.

I stroke your cheek. "I know it is hard, but you will be rewarded." I cooe. "But mommaaah." You whimper. Gerard grabs you by the face, making you look up at him. "Tell me." He orders. You squirm against his thigh. He tenses his muscle and leans a bit into it. Softly you mewl, rocking your pelvis against him. "That what you need?" He growls. "Y-ye-yes." You stammer. "Good kitten." I purr. Gerard begins to grind his thigh against your clothed cunt. You let out a soft gasp and roll your pelvis expertly. "Good kitten." Gerard growls. The sound of his voice shakes you to your core. "M-more." You stammer. "No, not yet, let your girl catch up." Gerard smirks, shaking his head.

"Imma take my sweet damn time now." Pablo chuckles, sucking a hicky on my breast. I moan, raking my nails over his scalp. "Fuck, I love how loud you are." He grunts. His lips close on my other nipple and I mewl, pressing his face against my tender flesh. He groans eagerly. "I love your noises, too." I cooe. Pablo grins and gives my nipple a firm nip. I squeal lewdley.

My sounds and Gerard's thigh are pushing you rapidly to the edge. "S-so close." You whisper. "What more do you need?" Gerard asks. You meekly shake your head. "Ju-just more.." You whine. "More of the same?" Gerard raises his eyebrows. "More of the same." I affirm. So Gerard grinds himself more firmly against you. You feel his cock through the cloth of his kilt. You squirm, eager to feel him inside you.

You trail your hands down his broad back, to his kilt. You flip the tartan cloth up, to discover your fingers slide across naked skin. This pushes you impossibly closer to the edge. "Ah-almost." You gasp. Your inner walls are already tightening on nothing. You whine at how empty you feel.

"She is so ready to cum." I encourage Gerard. He yanks down your panties, pushing his bare thigh against your naked cunt. A few more grinds does the trick very well and you shudder and spasm as you cum. "Isn't that good. Such a good kitten." I murmur, stroking your hair and your face. "I want to cum again." You whisper. "I'm sure Gerard will open up, before he gives you his cock." I purr. "Of course I will." Gerard agrees.

He fully pulls off your dress and panties and backs up a little to gaze down on you. "Oh, I do like what I see." He grows, in a deeper accent than afore. "Thank you sir." You mewl. "You're good girl. ain't ya." Gerard chuckles. "Today I am." You agree. "Just today?" Gerard furrows his brow. You giggle and draw down his kilt. "Just for you." You tease.

Gerard shirks his kilt and begins at his shirt. You tense a little in anticipation.

"Waaaay ahead of us." Pablo jokes.

"We'll put on a show once they are done." I tease. "No need to play catch up, huh?" Pablo rumbles. "Take your time on me." I encourage him. He groans, nuzzling his face between my breasts. "Gladly." He growls. His huge hand trails to my hip. He hooks his fingers into my shorts, making the button pop on own accord. "Eager, huh?" He growls. "For you, of course." I reply. He pulls down my shorts and my boxers. "Fuuuck." He groans, his eyes casting down to my cunt.

"Glistening already." He taunt.

"She's like, always wet." You inform him. Pablo bites his lip and pulls my folds apart with one big thumb. "Pretty pink pussy." He growls. "Now what was that about catching up?" Gerard chuckles. "Not gona work either way." You reply. "No?" Pablo frowns at me. I shake my head. "I take a good while to get there." I say softly, hoping it doesn't disappoint Pablo. "I'll put my full focus on it, then." He rumbles, putting all my worries to rest.

He kisses down my belly. I moan softly, seeking out your hand. You twine your fingers with mine. We squeeze each other's hands.

Gerard runs his thumb from the top of your folds to halfway down, pushing on. Slowly he pushes in. "Fek you are tight." He pushes on, his thumb into you as far as he can manage. You rock your pelvis into his touch. "Good kitten." Gerard growls. I squeeze your hand. I let you know I am with you all the way, no matter who you choose to focus on most. No matter who I choose to focus on most. We do this together, we enjoy this together. No matter who cums when, or with whom.

Gerard pulls his thumb from you, replacing it with his middlefinger. The digit is thick and dexterous. He fucks you slowly with it, making that come hither movement. It does not take you long to cum again, squirming and squeezing my hand. "So pretty when you cum." I whisper, pulling you into a kiss.

I moan against your lips when I feel Pablo part my folds with his tongue. He swiftly finds my clit, sucking down on it. Wetness gushes thickly from my core. Pablo groans and licks it up. "Taste so fucking good." He groans, before he fucks me on his tongue. I let my tongue slip into your mouth in my turn, moaning loudly.

"Three times already." Gerard growls as the noises I make get you to cum again. "You better be glad I am not keeping score." He taunts Pablo, slowly working a second finger into you. You moan softly, too. Our tongues rub softly together and you reach your free hand out to my breast. I run my free hand into your hair.

"Fucking look at them, man." Gerard grunts. Pablo chuckles against my folds, sucking leisurely at my clit. You pinch my nipple and I feel my inner muscles clench on nothing. I break the kiss. "Put a finger in me." I order. Pablo obliges right away. "It is so sexy when you give orders." You purr, dipping your head down to suck on one of my nipples. I moan and firmly tug your hair. The trinity of stimuli is absolutely doing the trick for me. "That's the ticket!" I moan loudly.

My inner muscles contract on Pablo's fingers over and over again and I cum, hard. "Fuck yeah." Pablo groans.

"Now let's fuck em." Gerard says, pulling his fingers from you. You whine at the loss. Pablo nods, forfeiting my cunt as well.

They both position their cocks against our cores. "You ready for him, baby?" I cooe. "Oh yes please." You purr. "Fuck her, champ." I instruct Gerard. He of course wasted no time. And neither does Pablo, he pushes in with a deep, sated groan. "Fuck, so tight." Gerard growls. Pablo nods in agreement. "And so fucking wet." He grunts.

They fuck us, both in brutal grueling paces. I moan almost continuously and you kiss me to taste the utter lewdity of it. Pablo and Gerard groan and grunt, creating a wicked cacophony. You cum again, clinging to Gerard's cock. "Holy fek." Gerard groans. It is his undoing and he empties himself inside you.

Pablo does not seem done yet and I am no way about to cum again. But you know of course just the trick. Your hand slowly slithers down my belly, between Pablo's body and my own, to rub at my clit. I cry out, loudly. I smirk and lean in to suck on my nipple as well. I am utterly unable to control the noises I make, squealing and gasping as I am pushed into the second apex of my pleasure. "Holy shit." Pablo groans, hilting himself and spending his seed at the mouth of my womb.

Panting, we all lay beside each other. Some seed dribbled from both our pussies. You grin a sated grin at me. "Round two?" I tease, pulling you in for a kiss. Both men laugh loudly.

#belated val's day gift #smut under the cut #I love my GF

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remingtonisleithal · 1 year

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Hang 'Em High

Pairing: vampire!Gerard x reader

Summary: part two of Cemetery Drive, Gerard fears for Y/N and they pair plot their escape

Warnings: the worst writing you may read. It's so full of quotes idek if it's original. Oh there's also mentions of bloody, vampires, bodies, stuff like that. TW: mentions of abuse and allusions to self harm

Word count: 1k

Author's Note: ... I know I said I'd write a part two... i did, but it's shit. Sorry. It's also a complete mix of songs and vibes with an underlying idea for a proper series I'll write later (let me know if you're interested)

It was 3 in the morning when Y/N heard the creaking of her bedroom window. A normal person would be scared. But Y/N enjoyed the shiver that went down her spine when she saw the shadow stretch across the floor as someone climbed through her window.

“I miss you, you know.” Gerard's voice was quiet.

“More than I miss you? Impossible.” Y/N responded. She climbed out of the covers and snuggled into Gerard's chest. It still felt wrong, how cold he was, that she could no longer hear his soothing heart beat.

But he was here. That was enough.

Gerard pulled out some slightly injured flowers from the inside of his jacket pocket. The flowers were dry and dead, but Y/N didn't mind. Decay was her favourite type of bouquet.

“How'd you manage these? Your new “friends”?” Y/N asked.

“Stole 'em from the cemetery. Don't worry, I guess technically they were mine anyway.” Gerard said with a wink.

Y/N blushed. He knew her so well.

“Anything to show you just how much you mean to me.” His voice was a hushed whisper. “This is kinda weird , but, no one has... threatened you or hurt you or anything recently, right?”

Y/N looked around suspiciously.

“No. ...Was someone supposed to? Is this about your new... I don't even know what to call them.”

“Pack. Some of us call each other family, as we're all we have, but I can't do it. They might look 16 but they're not teenagers, they're monsters. Murderers. Some of them don't do it to stay sane, it's become a game for them, hunting. I see them for the animals they are. We're a pack. No more, no less.”

Gerard released Y/N from their embrace and started to pace around the room.

“What's going on?” Y/N's tone was harsh, icy with fear.

“Well... there's been a problem. They're starting to get suspicious of me, where am I going and spending so many night, while still not bringing back any corpses.”

Fear made it's way through Y/N's veins as she tried to comprehend all her lover had seen since he died. All the things he'd done, lives he had to end. An image of a thousand bodies piled up made her shudder.

“They know I'm with a human. I come back smelling of blood sometimes,” Y/N started to shift around uncomfortably in her clothes as Gerard spoke. “No no, it's not your fault, honey, OK?”

Gerard sighed.

“It's just... the head of the group—call her Black Mariah—she's getting concerned, I've heard her whispering with others about me being a liability. They're thinking of doing something, I'm just not sure what. I promised you I'd never let them hurt you, it's just getting harder to keep that promise, without—”

“No. I know what you're going to say Gee, I would rather risk my life to see you every other night than be safe and never see you again.”

“You don't understand, that girl's not right in the brain!”

“And I am?” Y/N said. Gerard let out an exasperated sigh. “Wait. Did you say Mariah?”

“Yes, why, have you met her?” Gerard panicked.

All the colour drained from Y/N's face. “I think she's my new lab partner.”

“Fuck. Holy shit, goddammit!” Gerard cried, punching the air, ripping his suit jacket off and throwing it at the floor. “She knows, she FUCKING KNOWS.”

Y/N took a step back, frightened of her boyfriend for the first time. Gerard picked up on this.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just....” Gerard breathed hard, pacing around, before looking back at his girl with wild eyes. “What if we run? We could take to the highway. Just leave.”

“Gerard, I can't. I have to-”

“You have to what? Stay with your abusive family? Finish school to become a good little capitalist? You've been dreaming of running forever.”

Y/N looked around, unsure.

“Y/N/N, if you don't want to, we don't have to. It's entirely up to you. I just....” Gerard trailed off, looking out the his girlfriend's window to the pale moonlight. “I may not care if I live or die, but I can't handle the thought of you getting hurt.”

Y/N looked around her bedroom. The wallpaper falling from the wall. Her battle jacket in the corner. The leaking roof over her make-shift desk. The whole in the wall from when her father got mad.

She looked up at Gerard, a new fire in her eyes.

“What's your plan?”

“Run until it fades to black, run into the sunset.”

“Bullshit. It's not like you to just run. What else?”

Gerard looks around. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

Gerard placed something cold, metallic and heavy in Y/N's hands.

“Tomorrow. Dusk. When the sun is gone, grab your gun and meet me by the door.”

Y/N had followed Gerard's instructions to a T. When the sun had dipped below the horizon, Y/N was outside, bag packed, gun in hand, wearing the dress her ex hates, the perfect gothic date outfit. She needed to look the part, when they arrive.

The car ride was long and silent until Gerard deemed their surroundings empty enough. He pulled over and turned to Y/N.

“Tonight... Tonight isn't gonna be pretty. I just need you to know, I love you. If it goes bad, well... Don't stop, if I fall, and don't look back.”

“Gerard, don't. I can't- I can't lose you. Not again.”

“Y/N/N, please. Don't stop, bury me. Permanently.”

Y/N looked away, and swallowed the growing lump in her throat.

“Alright. Alright. But you need to promise me this. If they get me... can you stake my heart?”

“I-”

“Please. This is what needs to happen. If you die, I will run. If I die, you need to run. If they turn me... Don't let me have to live like that. I've seen the pain it's put you through. Please.”

Gerard merely brought Y/N into his arms, pulling her close, and whispered, “I'll never let them hurt you. Not tonight.”

Neither knew who he was trying to convince.

He placed a soft kiss on her, and with that, Y/N stepped in the coffin.

Taglist: @fandomfoodiedancer @smiling-girl @sab-falco @charlie-rulerofhell @positive-pessimistic-emo I really hope this isn't too disappointing lol

#hang em high #mcr #my chem #my chemical romance #vampire gerard #fanfic #fanfiction #mcr fanfiction #gerard x reader

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ghoulgirlwrites · 11 months

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God Only Knows What I’d Be Without You

Pairing: Mikey Way x Female Reader

Era: The Black Parade

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: ~1500

Summary/Request: Hello! Maybe if you don't mind you could please write a black parade era mikey x reader with she/her pronouns please. I was thinking maybe he's having a bad day and she let's him sleep on her couch and (with consent:) it turns into kissing. Thank u very much!

A/N: Sorry this took SO long, but it's been a crazy year. Enjoy! Title taken from God Only Knows by The Beach Boys, one of my faves

You’d been best friends with Mikey since you were kids, having been next door neighbors in Jersey. Of course, you supported him when he’d started a band with his older brother, Gerard, and you were so excited when the band blew up, drawing in fans from all over the world.

Mikey had recently moved out to LA for recording, meanwhile you’d stayed in Jersey, living in an apartment with a friend you’d met in college. You missed Mikey terribly, but you’d never admit just how much. Your other friends teased you mercilessly about him already, you shuddered to think what they might do with that information.

You’d just woken up and went into the kitchen to make coffee, when your cell phone rang, Mikey’s name popping up on the screen.

“Hey!” You said, and you felt yourself beginning to smile.

“Hi,” he said, his voice stretched thin.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, immediately picking up on the exhaustion in his voice.

He sighed. “I--I messed everything up.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Just--just recording stuff. I’ll tell you more later, since I’m coming home,” he said.

“Coming home?” You asked, convinced you’d heard him wrong.

“Yeah, they kinda told me to take some time off, so I’ll land in Jersey this evening,” he said, sounding utterly defeated.

Your chest clenched. “Aw Mikes, I’m so sorry. I can pick you up from the airport and you can stay with me for as long as you need.”

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, totally. My roommate’s gone for the weekend and I’m sure she won’t mind even when she gets back,” you said.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said.

“Of course. Is there anything else you need?” You asked.

“No, I should be good. My flight gets in at eight tonight,” he said.

“Sounds good. I’ll be there.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t wait to see you,” he said.

“Same here.”

He gave you his flight info, then you hung up shortly after that. You quickly set out to clean your apartment to make sure it was ready for when Mikey arrived, until it was time for you to go pick him up at the airport. The drive went by quickly and soon, you found yourself at baggage claim, keeping an eye out for your tall friend.

Sure enough, you spotted his dark blonde hair from across the way and quickly ran to him. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, but as soon as he saw you, his whole face lit up in a big grin, one that he usually reserved just for you.

He set down his bags to pull you into a big hug. You felt him press his cheek into the top of your head as you breathed in his comforting scent. It seemed crazy how much you missed him. All too soon, you both pulled away and you looked up at him.

“How was your flight?” You asked.

He sighed. “Long. I’m ready to be home with you.”

“Well, lucky for you, that’s exactly where we’re going,” you said.

You helped him carry his bags to the car and loaded them in the trunk. The drive to your place was quiet. You wanted to hear all about the recording process, but you knew that was a touchy subject for Mikey right now, so you didn’t push him. When you glanced over at him, you saw him gazing out the window, looking as if his mind was miles away from here. You weren’t sure what had happened, but you hoped the other guys hadn’t been too hard on Mikey.

You got back to your apartment and decided to order Mexican food for delivery. As you sat on your couch eating together, you turned to Mikey.

“So what happened?” You asked.

He sighed, looking away from you. “It’s just…there’s so much pressure on us to make a good record after Three Cheers and Gerard isn’t in a good place and also did I mention that the mansion where we’re staying is haunted and really creepy?”

He paused, and you tried to think of what to say next, but he wasn’t done. “So one day I couldn’t do whatever everyone expected from me and Ray yelled at me and I just…couldn’t do it anymore. That’s when I called you and said I was coming home.”

“Do they know where you are?” You asked.

He swallowed. “Yeah. I told Gerard I was leaving and I said he could tell the others. I couldn’t stay longer to tell all of them.”

“I understand.”

“I just--I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t know if I can finish the album like this,” he whispered.

You took his hand in yours, causing him to look up at you, pain in his hazel eyes. “Don’t think about that. I know it’s hard, but right now, you need to focus on taking care of yourself. You can stay here with me for as long as you need.”

He nodded. “Thanks, Y/N. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.”

Once the two of you finished eating, you decided to put on a movie to wind down. You found yourself snuggling into him and pretty soon, his arm was around your shoulders. Suddenly, the movie seemed utterly boring and you found yourself peeking up at Mikey. Your cheeks burned as you realized he was already watching you, but instead of looking away, he held your gaze. You both leaned in, and soon, your lips met his. His mouth was soft and warm against yours as he caressed your cheek with fingers calloused from bass playing.

Too soon, you broke away. You could see the pink in his cheeks and you guessed yours were just as red. You each turned back to the movie, as if it was suddenly the most exciting thing in the world.

Mikey didn’t last long after that. You ended up sitting on the end of the sofa with his head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he dozed.

The movie ended and he was still fast asleep, so you excused yourself to your own room and went to sleep, hoping he had what he needed for the night. You didn’t want to wake him to find out.

You awoke early the next morning. Mikey was still asleep on the couch, so you decided to put the coffee pot on and start making breakfast. The aroma of the coffee must have stirred him from his rest because you heard him groan and yawn. You poured him a cup, done up with a little cream and lots of sugar, just how he liked it. He was just sitting up and stretching when you came in the room with a mug in each hand and gave him his. He smiled gratefully at you.

“Morning,” you said.

“Morning, thanks for the coffee.”

You smiled. “Of course.”

“Can I help with breakfast?” He asked, peering over your shoulder in the direction of the kitchen.

“You don’t have to, but I wouldn’t mind the extra help,” you said.

“I’d love to!” He said, getting up from the couch and stretching again.

You’d decided to keep it simple this morning, just eggs and toast. He took over scrambling the eggs while you made the toast.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to talk about the kiss.”

You gulped. “Okay.”

“Look, you know me. You know I don’t…I don’t do stuff like that very often. And I’d never do anything to hurt our friendship. That wasn’t just a kiss to me,” he said.

“Me neither,” you said.

You heard him take a deep breath. “And uh…there’sHello! Maybe if you don't mind you could please write a black parade era mikey x reader with she/her pronouns please. I was thinking maybe he's having a bad day and she let's him sleep on her couch and (with consent:) it turns into kissing. Thank u very much!…there’s another reason why I left. I mean…that I left and came here.”

“What is it?”

He was quiet for a moment, as if he was weighing what he’d say next. “I like you. A lot. And I just thought…that even if I lost MCR, that at least I’d have you. Is that stupid?”

You shook your head. “No, of course not! I like you too, Mikes. I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you for ages, but I guess you beat me to it.” You couldn’t help but smile.

He returned your smile. “Guess so.”

“And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’ll lose MCR. I just think you need a little break and soon you’ll be back and better than ever. And I know the album’s gonna be great.”

“You haven’t heard it yet!”

“That’s how much I believe in you.”

You finished making breakfast and ate together. The two of you found it hard to keep from grinning at each other, and pretty soon, your cheeks ached. After breakfast, you decided to lay back down together in your bed, Mikey curled up behind you, his arm draped around your waist. It was the most comfortable you’d been in ages.

#mikey way #mikey way x reader #my chemical romance #my chemical romance fanfic #my chemical romance imagine

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namelessknight · 7 months

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Random Overwatch Writing Idea.

I love the idea of if Gerard survived the encounter with WidowMaker that Gerard would do anything to take down not just Talon but also WidowMaker without thinking of the implications that holds.

He just wants revenge at Talon & destroying their weapon WidowMaker and avenging his wife Amélie would bring him peace…or at least he thinks it would.

(Basically he separated WidowMaker from Amélie) He tries not to put too much thought into it, all he does is try focus on the mission and that anger.

If you want a comparison, he’s more akin to OW1 WidowMaker with no feeling replaced with just anger & resentment.

I also imagine that if WidowMaker (Overwatch 2 specially) ever saw Gerard again she would be floored. Flabbergasted and honestly show that side of emotion again.

Compared to OW1 she is showing more emotion…more anger at Talon and when it comes to Gerard. A lot. (Example when she’s all sassy to Solider 76 when telling him that Gérard preferred roses to lilies)

So I imagine this confused WidowMaker hiding her new found emotion to Talon so she doesn’t go through that trauma again and finding out Amélie isn’t totally dead…then encountering a angry supposed to be dead French man bashing through a window and throwing a dagger at her.

I imagine those interactions in game being damn interesting.

Here’s some ideas of how that would go-

“WidowMaker.”

“Gérard.”

“Still angry at the fact I threw that dagger at you?”

“Yes.”

“Very well.

“You’re alive…”

“What about it?”

“I killed you.”

She sounds pissed off here in both of her statements.

“Oh pff, You’re just mad that the whole reason that your the way that you are is now a lie. Don’t worry SpiderBuilder…you are still a killer.”

//Laughs at seemingly nothing when in reality it’s a certain someone making her laugh//

“Well that’s not disturbing…”

“What? You used to love my laugh~”

“That was before you murdered me in my sleep.”

//hums a soft melody//

“I remember liking your singing voice…why not sing a little song before we go into battle.”

“No can do. My voice is sore.”

A WidowMaker eye roll can be heard.

“From what exactly?”

“…Screaming.”

“Next time when you shoot, can you not shoot near me?”

“Maybe try not heading in with no plan first.”

“You have to get the job done right away. You made that very clear.”

“And I will make it very clear. Again.”

“//Laughs// Remember that time you got super happy hitting that target at the fair?”

“What? Are you gonna tell me that I was a terrible shot and you would do better?”

She stays very silent a moment. As though in thought or even hurt at that comment.

“…yes. I never miss.”

“Well you missed me, faiseur de veuves!”

“Stop standing so close to me, woman!”

“Must you start every fight when we’re near each other?”

“yOu sTarTeD iT fIrsT!”

“Ugh…”

//Gets killed by Gérard//

“I guess I’m the new WidowMaker!”

//Gets killed by WidowMaker//

“You should’ve stayed dead.”

//Gets killed by Gérard//

“I wAs aFrAiD oF sPiDERs-“

//Gets killed by WidowMaker//

“I wish…I wish things were different my love.”

//Gets killed by Gérard//

“I’m sorry…but history tends to repeat itself…”

//Gets healed by WidowMaker//

“Don’t expect a thank you!”

//Gets healed by Gérard//

“Merci, espèce de porc.”

//Gets healed by WidowMaker//

“Wow! You being nice!”

//Gets healed by Gérard//

“You still care? Pathetic.”

I want to make a separate post about my version of what Gérard would be like if he was in game and also other interaction with other characters!

But this was fun to think, write and experiment with! :DD

#random thoughts #writing #bro needs some milk #overwatch #headcanons #widowmaker #gerard lacroix #fictional characters #character interaction #overwatch fanfic idea #fanfic ideas #lovers to enemies to lovers??

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thoughts-and-gayers · 1 year

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i heard the song You Only Know by PhemieC a while back and now i can only think about how well it maps onto Jon Sims and the plot of TMA in general

youtube

more specific analysis / amv idea under the cut

(note: this is obviously not fully thought out, and i basically copy+pasted from my notes app, so do not expect much coherency please)

Who are you, : jon sitting in his office, with a statement on the desk

and to what end? : 'statement begins' he starts reading

Are you the doting brother, : tim seeming cheerful, maybe a one frame flash of him being scared with stranger-esque background

or the devoted friend? : sasha and tim talking with each other, probably each holding something

Are you the wing-man, : martin bringing jon tea, blushing a bit maybe?

the helping hand, : rosie sitting at her desk, doing secretary things

the one left over? : silhouettes of tim, sasha and martin on the top layer, with a focus on jon who is standing behind them and looking a bit left out

The watchful eye, : elias in office, with an eye opening behind him.

the butterfly, : annabelle cane silhouette, with maybe partial-opacity spider legs on her?

the rarely sober? : michael being all distortion-y

So, what are you? : jon trapped with martin during the prentiss attack

Who’s playing your role? : jane prentiss running through the archives

Are you acting, : gerard keay and gertrude standing together, context unclear. the camera is focused on gerry who looks bored

or directing? : the camera switches focus to gertrude, who looks determined.

Who’s in control? : camera on lower half of annabelle's face. she's laughing

The spoiled son? : peter lukas on his ship, fog all around

The killer clown? : spotlight on nikola orsinov

The voice that whispers? : michael is leaning down towards jon sitting at his desk, grinning menacingly

Your therapist? :

Your arrogance? : basira gives jon one of gertrude's tapes

Your dead twin sisters? :

Were they lost in the dark, : callum brodie in the church

did they fall from a great height? : simon fairchild falling from the airplane, smiling

Were they chased and torn apart, : the british and american hunter in the woods

by wolves and ravens in the night? : the infinite hunt thingy

Were they taken, :

were they tortured, :

through the water did they wade? :

You only know that you’re alone now, :

you only know that you’re afraid :

(You only know that you’re afraid)

You only know that you’re afraid

(You only know that you’re afraid)

You only know

(You only know)

You only know

So, what do you fear? : jane prentiss bursting into the archives

Is it snakes or roaches? : jon killing a worm w/ martin

Do you shake, : tim bursts into the office

are you scared, : sasha getting replaced

when the storm approaches? : A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED (gertrude)

Is is boys with blades? :

Girls with guns? : basira and daisy, back to back, looking badass

crowds: that lonely episode where gerry wears a tropical flower shirt

caves : lost johns' cave

or cliff-sides? : smth smth vast

Yeah, they all sound fun…

Well then, who do you hate?

Is it girls who gossip? : not!sasha

Is it boys, big and brave,

who make you their hostage?

Is it friends who you miss, : tim with his arms crossed, glaring at jon

who defy description, : not!sasha overlayed on sasha

who wont fight,

who wont kiss,

who pass out in kitchens? : tim pressing the detonator

Were they lost in the dark, : jon touching the dark sun

did they fall from a great height? : jon falling w/ mike crew

Were they chased and torn apart, : daisy holding the knife to jons neck

by wolves and ravens in the night? : basira stopping her

Were they taken, : jon tied up w/ nikola

were they tortured, : she smiles menacingly while holding lotion

through the water did they wade? :

You only know that you’re alone now, you only know that you’re afraid

(You only know that you’re afraid)

You only know that you’re afraid

(You only know that you’re afraid)

You only know

(You only know)

You only know…

Tell me, what have you done, : jon reading the trick statement

where did it go wrong? : martin seeing the world go bad

Were you kidding yourself all along? : jon and martin huddled together in the cabin

Tell me, what will you do, : jon sitting on the bed, surrounded by tapes

if you can’t be saved? : he presses play on one

If the girls don’t gossip : tim and sasha talking. "im unforgettable!"

and the boys aren’t brave? : he goes up to martin, with a backpack

You will be be lost in the dark, : night street

now you’ve fallen from a great height : vast domain (ladder)

You’ll be chased and torn apart, : trevor herbert

by wolves and ravens in the night : were-daisy

You’ll be taken, : dr david

you’ll be tortured, : helen

through the water you will wade : swampy domain from when they get separated

But at least you’re not alone now, : jon looking at martin before leaving to kill elias

soon you wont be so afraid : jon kills elias

(What do you fear? : jon becomes the pupil of the eye

What do you hate?) : martin comes in and looks upset

Soon you wont be so afraid : jon looks guilty

(I hate myself, : jon and martin hug

I fear my fate : camera focuses on the still-bloody knife that jon used to kill elias

Soon you wont be so afraid : jon collapses to his knees from the strain of the eye. both jon and martin are crying

(What do you fear? : martin kneels down

What do you hate?) : he pulls jon close

Soon you wont be so afraid : they look at each other, scared, worried, desperate,

(I hate myself, : martin raises the knife as he kisses jon

I fear myself) : the screen is black except for a splash of blood that matches what a stab would be like

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #phemiec #marie talks tma #Youtube

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scary-ivy · 11 months

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Elvis Costello and the Imposters at Golden Gate Theater, SF 6/13/23 Concert Notes

-we missed the beginning of Nick Lowe's set :( but we came in to Los Straightjackets doing a really good jam

-then Nick Lowe came back and did Trombone and Cruel to Be Kind. He really sang great tonight, better than last time I saw him and I loved his little stage mannerisms which were very Carl Perkins, bending his legs and such. Then he said one more song and this song is a story and did I Knew The Bride When She Used to Rock & Roll. During the "When she used to pony" part he kept repeating the same line over and over like a skipping record, and then yelled "somebody stop me!" which I thought was quite clever and funny. He also forgot a line at one point lol.

- On to the other show, they opened with Mystery Dance! A very high-energy version of it, with extra guitar solos or something idk it just sounded great tonight.

-Right into This Years Girl. Love that they did it, thought the way Elvis sings it now is quite strange. Must be a deliberate choice on his part since he can sing his old songs normally when he wants to. His voice was great on all the fast songs, it didn't feel at all like he was falling behind on them tonight, like it sometimes does nowadays.

-At some point Elvis randomly said "Uno Dos Tres Quatro" as like a count in to one of these songs.

-Hatty O' Hara Confidential. He yelled something like "who's scandalous tonight? People in the top row?!". This song always kills live, Elvis Costello has insane flow for no fucking good reason, even with alternate rhythm patterns. At one point he said "confidential" in a fake French accent randomly.

-At this point I was thinking even if the rest of the show sucks, this was worth it.

-Costello told one of his rambling stories. It started with "we were just up in Canada and the border guard, who was a young man, and I call him a young man…because I can, I was very polite to him because he had a colt gun onn his hip, but he read the papers and said "Eddie Costello". So we're thinking about changing the name, it's either going to be "Eddie Costello and His Imposters" *crowd cheers for this option* or "Elvis Money and His Two Tickets to Paradise". *Crowd cheers and calls out what option they want* I toured with Eddie Money and they put us together every through our styles were very different. To be hip with the kids, they made art for the poster where it looks like we're both wearing lipstick. And I'll say, Eddie Money looked a lot better in lipstick than me." (Sidenote I can't believe he said this. Much to unpack). During this whole speech he said fucking and fuck so many times. Then he said it was great that he and Eddie Money were on the same label as a bunch of other greats (I forget which ones he listed but Bruce Springsteen was one of them). The crowd cheered for name-dropping of bands they like. He said "you had to be careful as a young man buying records…you might accidentally pick up something by Rush…or Styx." The crowd started half booing for this dig. "I almost picked up Metal by Pink and His Floyds. The record store cleck said…don't get that one son…you might hurt yourself". He started talking about Bruce Springsteen and how he made America seem so magical with girls in red dresses wind in your hair, and how he picked up a Bruce Springsteen record in 73' and it inspired him to write this song.

-then almost midsentce he went into Radio Radio, like one second talking next second Radio Radio. Loved Steve Nieve's piano part, as usual.

-Elvis Costello said "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Steve Nieve!!!" about 6 gooddamn times during this concert. He introduced the rest of the band about 3 or 4 times. Steve Nieve deserved the extra introduction because they did so many songs as like a duo.

- When I was Cruel No. 2. Elvis sat on a stoll near the piano that has this little sound effect board kinda like the one Gerard Way has and Steve Nieve played the melodica? I did not know he could play that, it was awesome. During the ABBA reference part Steve played a minor key version of the dancing queen riff, it was very subtle and extremely cool.

-they were like a jam band tonight? Jamming on long solos in the middle of songs and it always sounded extremely good, like as good as the Beatles or Jimi Hendrix or something, I was just blown away. Elvis played a couple notes on the piano when Steve was soloing, lol.

- We are All Cowards Now hit insanely hard. The political message came through so clearly it sounded like a prayer, no a plea for peace. When he said "throw down your arms" and held his hands up everyone held their hands up.

- "Anyone here like New Wave music? I hate it, horrible speed-up stuff. I was once accused of playing it, and that wounded me deeply, the type of sadness that comes to you when you wake up at 3 am in the morning, and you can't find your car keys but then you find them, but you don't have a car, and then you find your house keys but you don't have a house". Mistook Me For A Freind, which has such a great high energy live sounds like it could be off this years model.

-Accidents Will Happen, fully as the solo piano version, except for at the very end with the "I knows" we were encouraged to sing along with. What a lovely treat to hear it fully as a ballad.

- Waiting For The End of the world, which rules, but also Elvis did a funny thing were he just said "Waiting" and then cut it off and paused the first time, before after a pause finally getting to the "Good Lawd!" part, like continuously teasing the audice each time as people sang the normal line. The rest of the song simmered down along with the pause, increasing the impact of this bit.

- "Clown Around Town" wound up being a very cute acoustic song. He explained the story that he was looking out at the sunrise in Reno and all they had for scenery was a miserable looking clown statue holding up a drum. He said they should put that on postcards for the town, and then said actually it's a very nice town nice people it's not their fault they left an old clown out in the rain. Then did the song on acoustic guitar, except for the end the band joined in. Loved it, just a cute little song, which was refreshing considering what the rest of the music is like.

- MASHUP OF WELCOME TO THE WORKING WEEK AND WORKING MAN BLUES. Man can they do country, switching styles so easily , and I was so happy to hear one of my favorite songs and a clever mashup too.

-WHAT IF I CAN'T GIVE YOU ANYTHING BUT LOVE! I WAS WORRED THEY WEREN'T GOING TO DO IT. I'm literally in heaven during the solos during this song. Idk what it is but it's just so so good and satisfying to hear. Elvis hit falsetto on end of the second bridge, which was unexpected.

-he sat down in a big red chair, said "a throne fit for a king", random said "I'm colorblind" and didn't elaborate. Panted audibly into the mic an alarming amount, like I was genuinely concerned, then said "I'm not sitting down because I'm tired, it's so that I can look into your wicked souls"

-Said he got the news that he had been dreading but also expecting for a while, that his friend Burt Bacharach had passed away. The crowd audibly :( at this, I guess some of them didn't know and were just now finding out? He said he got the news at while on tour and it was hard to think of doing a show right after that. He said they were working on the remastered collaboration album right before Burt passed away, as something he left them, and Burt still said the track order was wrong. Apparently they worked on and off together for like 30 years? Since the 90s. He then said Burt Bacharach songs were like overhearing a couple talking in some sexy language like Portuguese or French, joked about doing a song in German and how long the bars would have to be to fit in the words, and then said he only learned about two words in Portuguese and they're both in this song, which was Toledo. As like a piano and acoustic guitar piece, lovely.

-He then said they were always doing new takes on old songs because they were trying to find some reason to keep doing this, but the end was near. The way he said that I wasn't sure if he meant the end of touring, the end of his life, or the end of the world. He said it so bitterly.

-Everyday I Write The Book as a slow acoustic guitar and piano ballad. Fucking beautiful, and genuinely so sad and heartbreaking to hear idk why it worked so well.

-Immediately up into a fast song, I forget which one.

-Costello had a couple long guitar solo moments, and they were awesome, he's genuinely gotten so much better on guitar, lots of picking individual strings while holding the same chord and bending it a lot. Simple but effective.

-I Don't Want To Go to Chelsea, Magnificent Hurt, and Pump It Up, lovely high energy section. Dancing in the seats.

- "we've got just one more song for you tonight" this was a lie.

- said "we just learned this song today, I'm getting a bit excited" and did some song about Licorice, which I think is either a cover or new. Very bawdy song, but it was fun.

-to the audience: "We want you individually, and as a group" ???

-I Don't Want You Lyndon Johnson was very interesting. Last year Elvis Costello did a little spoken word bit in the middle of Watching the Detectives called "Invisible Woman" and I noticed parts of the words of that in this. Also just found it pretty funny and listenable, I hope he does another country album I'm liking all these acoustic little songs.

- He invited Nick Lowe back up to the stage?!? I literally freaked out like. I was hoping they would do this last time. They did Indoor Fireworks as a duet, trading off verses, which was beautiful. I was surprised by how good their harmonies sounded - their voices are so different but work so well together. I saw Nick signaling to Elvis to repeat the last verse another time.

-for the second time we were told that there was just one more song, which once again was a lie.

-Whats So Funny Bout (Peace Love and Understanding) as a duet! I've wanted this since they first started touring with Nick Lowe, this rules. Lowe did the "for the children of the new generation" spoken word part perfectly. They started doing this funny little thing where Elvis would move his guitar to one position then Nick would mirror it, like a little dance

- "When we first did this song Nick Lowe wouldn't let me play guitar on it he kept me behind a glass wall in the corner of the studio."

-Allison as a duet with Nick Lowe, it was beautiful with the harmonies, with Lowe doing great on his verse. During the last chords they dropped out and let the audience sing it, and the audience somehow sang Allison perfectly, one of them said "so pretty".

-giving Good Omens vibes with all the songs about the end of the world and especially with Nick in white with normal glasses and Elvis in all black with dark glasses.

-My mom said "this felt like a farewell tour" and that broke my heart because it honestly did. I've literally seen Elvis Costello and the Imposters every year for three years in a row and yet I don't want this to end. But yeah,they could definitely take a break, they tour and release new stuff so much more often than any other band I follow.

- Probably one of, if not the best Elvis Costello and the Imposters concerts I've been to because it was great energy the whole time, and I knew every song (except for the new ones, which were also great). Highlights for me was getting to hear so many songs off of My Aim Is True, This Years Girl, What If I Can't Give You Anything But Love, WELCOME TO THE WORKING WEEK, Accidents Will Happen Ballad version, Everyday I Write The Book ballad version, and Nick Lowe coming back on stage near the end which was like a dream come true.

#long #long post #Sorry this is so rambling I literally couldn't sleep all night #Elvis Costello and the Imposters #Nick Lowe and Los Straightjackets #Elvis Costello

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