Three Times You And Gerard Almost Got Caught (And One Time You Didn’t)

mcr challenge - day 11

walking down the aisle: Helena

afterparty: F.T.W.W.W., Party Poison, Teenagers

mcr challenge - day 3

definetly Give Em Hell Kid and I'm Not Okay...and You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

bonus: Helena, Thank You For The Venom and I Never Told You What I Do For A Living (Helena makes me cry :,)

travelling with argos episode 2: tokyo

you know that the first thing you will do after landing is shopping right?

let's just say Argos would totally indulge and try out new clothing styles and would look completely different everyday

there are soooo many japanese street styles that it's really hard to choose which one to try but for Argos it's like going to a new void and bringing back plants: just do it, try out stuff and experience new things everytime!

you would go to cat café's and overall cute café's like sanrio or hello kitty ones, pusheen and anime/manga ones and so on and so on

he would totally read a lot of mangas

I could see him especially loving the very cute or psycho ones (death note, tokyo ghoul, assassination classroom)

you guys NEED TO GO to a Hatsune Mikuuuuu concert, you just need to

he loves her music so much and thinks she's extremely cuteee

you will probably either stay in a really cute hotel or in a love hotel (don't ask me why, it's about the experience)

you guys will visit lots of sights (obviously) and go to a classic japanese temple (you will even buy kimono's for that occasion)

it's a really calming and interesting experience, you guys just feel so pure and refreshed afterwards and while being there, the world seeming to stop just that you can relax and calm down

okay that was enough calmness, BACK TO MADNESS

he. will. go. out. with. a lot. of. cute. DRESSES, HE LOOKS ADORABLE IN THEM

he will also mess around with his hair: braids, pigtails, half open/half pigtails, small braids in the front, voluminous, curls, long, short, colorful, just EVERYTHING, it's gonna be... a lot

you both are just obsessed with the food there, it's really good and you guys can't get enough of it (you went all out)

he got so many clothes, plushies, sweets, mangas, accessories etc. that you needed to buy a new suitcase just for the shit he bought

he bought some interesting plants but he was scared that they would rot or die on the way back home

Argos will definetly pick up some japanese, he will always wake up and say "おはよう" (ohayō)

actually I don't want to talk about the flight but hey, at some point I need to I guess

so let's just say it was a mess

big mess honeyyy

his adhd/autism just exploded when you guys flew to tokyo but luckily at some point, he fell into a coma (deep sleep)

when he did, you let out the most obnoxious and relieving sigh you've ever mustered to let out

overall you guys loved the trip so much (and went home with a lot of stuff as great memories) <3

part 1 of re-doing brainiac album covers (this is from last year)

this is my version of the 1996 brainiac album "Hissing Prigs in Static Couture" (with Jinx)

this is the original

here's a nice playlist for everyone, that wants to take a listen and start with brainiac

chlorine (ville valo x depressed!reader)

warnings: triggering themes, fainting, mentions of anorexia, derealization, hospitalization, smoking, overall heavy dark stuff

growling anticipation. is that the thing that makes me linger at that lean boy in the deep blue of the backyard? i wonder if he ever noticed me like I noticed him. i'm no stalker, don't even think of it, he knows me. he invited me to come over but he probably never thought about me looking at the water droplets pooling down his chest. his dark brown hair sticking to his forehead, almost covering his eyes. i just can't keep my eyes off of it. the muscles moving with each stroke, hitting my line of thought like a lightning. i am such a mess, messy hair covering my face, black eye makeup making me look even more dead, violet blue eyebags glistering through my hair. freckes on uneven sickly pale skin, oversized hoodie covering my ugly body, scars on my left wrist, looking oh so faint. the only one who ever noticed them, only one who asked me about them. black new rocks sitting on my feet like metal tied to dog legs to let them drown. he always stayed in his own mind, gliding so carefree through the liquid madness. he probably has noticed. every normal society creature would've talked about this, pointing the staring out, but he never did. maybe he knew that it was admiration and not obsession. he always was 3 steps ahead of everyone else. eyes feeling tired, head spinning like a screw, body falling limp, falling onto the ground. vision turning black, mind falling down like a chandelier on a piano, hands on focus like in a hollywood movie, last thing able to recognize is skin. pale skin, lean muscles stretching out with every move. touch. his skin. chlorine in the air as this lovely disgusting stench that it is. water dripping down from his wet locks like lean out of a sprite bottle. ears stuffed, every sound seeming so blunt. and again. skin. the skin of a vampire. touching me ever so slightly, lifting me off the ground. everything else blurry. nothing. mind fades black

......what is that?.......

.....epiphany....

....is that....

....the end?.......

I come back to my senses, laying on something soft. opening my eyes slowly, getting used to the blunt light passing the curtains, realising I'm laying in a bed, soft pillows under my head. I turn my head a bit and see him. eyes closed, hair mostly dry and shirtless. I just lay there, my system still starting. how can someone look so peaceful but still so done and tired like he just ran a marathon or was done with life. he slept looking into my direction like he would try to keep an eye on me if something were to happen. oh yeah. something happened. my brain started to process what happened in detail, stopping after being picked up from the ground. but...there was something else...something... good. I remember a voice saying "please, wake up, oh shit, how could this happen", being layed down on the bed and... being pecked. on the lips. even though it was just a short touch, I still remember the feeling of the pink-red lips I wanted to feel for so long now, still slighty wet. was that what my brain processed as this amazing moment or as the "epiphany"? I must be imagining that just because my heart pulls the strings. flutter. flutter. the color of venom stinging my eyes. he reveals his eyes, the glowy green piercing through. my brain finally started to work and...oh shit, did he realise that I was staring at his resting corpse, but the only thing I saw in his orbs was... relieve. his arms circleling around my body like snakes, taking me into a careful hug. "I'm so glad you're awake, how are you feeling?" he asked gently, caressing my hair. "I don't know, my head hurts a bit and I'm a little dizzy but other than that I feel fine." he looked into my eyes, faces not far away from each other. he puts one hand on my face, the metal of his rings cold against my sick appearance. "do you remember...anything?" he asked with a hopeful glim in his eyes. "well, I only remember collapsing and you picking me up. the rest is just a blurry mess in my head but I still remember feeling an "epiphany" of some sort. his eyes look somewhat shocked but also...sensual? like a sensual loving look. "do you know what this epiphany felt like?" "it felt somewhat soft but also slightly wet I think. it was a tingling sensation on...my...ehh...lips." "okay interesting", he leaned in more, lips mere inches apart. "did it feel something like this?" he closed the gap and there it was. skin, his touch, vampire skin against dead skin. my hands found there way into his hair. he held me closer and it felt like the minutes of staring at him while he was gliding in the liquid element. so gracefully, so elegant, so...beautiful. the tingle stayed, even after seperating, faces still close together. "yes, but there is also another things that I remember. I think it was the stench of chlorine?" "it wasn't chlorine, it was the stench of cigarettes. I think your mind just tried making something logical for your line of thought but it only was of cigarettes. when I investigated you, you must have caught the smell in your nose." chlorine...chlorine......

..........."can you hear me? oh god, please say something, give me a sign that you're okay."

......where does that voice come from?...........

.....light.....

white light...

white light...

white light.........

.........eyes, light...

ears, voices and beeping...

touch...

touch...

where is the touch.........

my eyes opened to white light blinding me, muffed voices talking like crazy. I turned my head slightly to see I was laying in a bed...in a hospital bed.was this all just in my head? there is no chance this wasn't real, no there is no way! this can't be fake! I felt it, I know it! or...was it? I could cry just thinking about it. I looked around the room when my eyes arranged to the burning lights. the curtains were open, the city dark with the lights of buildings, stores and enterprises shining like a shooting star, giving me a feeling of bliss and safety. there was also an armchair and something or rather someone was sitting in it...him, it's him, sleeping lazily in the armchair, hair a complete mess and makeup completely smudged. he brought me here. he really did. I tried sitting up, gathering all my strength, seeing injected needles with IV. I carefully took them out, knowing this was probably not allowed at all. I stood up from the bed, going into the direction of the armchair. sitting down on the floor, putting a piece of hair behind his ear to see his face a bit better. he looks so tired, so done with everything. oh darling, how it hurts to see him so exhausted. I got carried away and started playing with his hair, looking at his quiet appearance. then suddenly, he started to move a bit, slowly opening his eyes. letting out a yawn before looking at me, a little smile creeping onto his face. he sat up and held his arms out. me getting the sign, sat down onto his lap, hugging him. he crawls his hands around my whole body up to my head, pulling me into his neck like this would be the last hug in our life. he kept me in his arms for quite a while till he pulled away and looked me in my eyes. I wanted to get my mind in order so in case of being able to do that, I asked him. "what happened? I'm so confused, in one minute I'm in your backyard the next in the hospital." "well you collapsed in the backyard. I hurried to you to see what's going on. you didn't wake up but you still had a good pulse so I just thought maybe you need some rest so I took you upstairs into my bedroom. I accidentally fell asleep as well. you woke up and seemed fine but sometime later, still laying in bed, you fell out of consciousness again so I decided to bring you to the hospital just to be safe." so the things I thought were a dream were actually real. everything was real. "I called one of my friends to pick us up. the doctor already checked on you and said it was mere exhaustion and missing vitamins making you feel weaker. I'll keep an eye on you to be sure that you eat enough and take your vitamins." "thank you" "no problem, I'll always help you out, I'm here for you. come on, lets go home." I nodded and embraced him again. "you can put your arm around my shoulder if it helps you from loosing your balance." I did as he requested, feeling his arm around my waist for more stability. we went to a black car and got inside. the driver - his friend - already knowing what happened, drove us the way home. mind tripping like on acid, feeling dazed in a haze of dizzy vision, leaning onto his shoulder. before anything got processed by my brain, I already drifted off to the world of falling but not dying - at least not always. .........................................................

I felt myself drifting back into consciousness, head heavy like a bowling ball. laying softly on pillows, covered with a blanket. soft and dense breaths next to me, living in imagination and the art of surrealism. and again I can catch myself admiring him. It seems that we slept the whole night through cause the sun is already up...or it's just 5am I don't fucking know. at least I know how to get better and that I'm in a safe environment right now. little curls of dark brown in his face covering his eyes a bit. blank, sleek face, the natural beauty striking through. again, shirless, his tattoo on his abdomen a little visible. I caught myself doubting that this was real again, you can never know but I do have the feeling that everything is just a creation of my consciousness. but in the end, even if it is, for one it's a nice dream. Doing something rude was already in my veins, shaking him a bit till he stirred. "what is it, is everything okay?" he asked quite worried but also kinda too sleepy to care at the same time. "I'm scared that I'm just dreaming this whole stuff, maybe a case of derealization. what exactly happened? in chronical order please." and then again, I heard the same story, almost falling asleep from it or was it just his soothing voice? at least I know that for once I'm really laying in a soft bed, cuddled up with him under blankets. warmth.

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a/n: this is my first ff on tumblr and I still need to figure shit out, hoped you liked it :). and sorry if there are some typos :,).

niffty song: bad boys

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niffty song: bad boys

I was hella bored and I like hazbin hotel a lot so this happened ig

made a niffty song cause I was bored xD

remember, this is an improv and not recorded professionally

mcr challenge - day 17

that's really hard to clarify since a lot of people like this and that

probably Sing, Make Room!!! and just stuff like that, a lot of people have mixed opinions about Danger Days so yeah

happy birthday jim morrison!

Gerard way x reader where they like work together in cartoon network studio or something???? Idk thought it was cute

Watercooler Romance

Gerard way x Reader

Warnings: swearing

A/n: ok so I got a bit carried away with this one, so it’s a little long hehe. It’s just such a cute concept!! Hope you like it 😊

Cartoon Network. Holy shit. All those years spent cooped up in your room drawing finally paid off. Finally, all those hours spent convincing your parents to let you go to art school had come to fruition. Only one problem, you were insanely nervous.

You had been told you would be sharing an art space with a guy that was around your age at the front desk. You couldn’t help but wonder what he’d be like as you wandered the hallways trying to locate your new space. Would he be nice? Cute? Rude? You were so distracted with your thoughts you almost missed the sign with your name on it.

Gerard Way

(Y/N) (L/N)

Cartoonists

Woah. This is real. You thought excitedly. Then you noticed the name of your coworker. Gerard Way. Neat name. You could be famous with that name.

Suddenly the reality of where you were came crashing down onto you. The job of your dreams was just on the other side of the door. Holy shit.

You tried not to seem too enthusiastic as you opened the door. Last thing you wanted was to startle whoever this Gerard was and make him ruin a project. Much to your surprise, he didn’t seem startled at all.

“Hi! You must be (Y/N)...” The boy at the first art desk said with a smile. You couldn’t help noticing how cute he was, with his shy grin and baby face. He was a little chubby, but it only made you feel a strange urge to cuddle him, despite having just met him. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you caught yourself staring at him.

“Uh, yeah...yeah that’s me...You must be Gerard.” You said, shaking your head a little to regain your composure. Gerard nodded and extended a hand for you to shake. “Nice to meet you.” You said, shaking his hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you, too! If you ever need anything just let me know.” He beamed, before turning back to his work.

You had been working at Cartoon Network and sharing an office with Gerard for a while now. You loved it. You even had scored a pitch for one of your cartoons in a few days.

Which is why it came as no surprise when you had your first rough day.

Your alarm clock had broken without you realizing it, so if it hadn’t been good your neighbors’ dog barking at a squirrel you would’ve been late. Then, your car wouldn’t start. And for a cherry on top the bus ran late. Needless to say by the time you burst into your office, you weren’t happy.

“Woah! You alright, (Y/N)?” Gerard asked, jumping from his spot at his desk. You sighed and nodded as you hung up your jacket. “Yeah, just a rough morning.” You groaned, flopping into your seat and flipping through half finished sketches. You almost cried when you couldn’t find your pencil.

“Here.” Gerard said, smiling sympathetically and handing you a spare pencil. “Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.” You sighed in relief, not noticing the twinge of pink that covered his cheeks. “Not a problem.” He said, clearing his throat a little and going back to his work.

Around noon you realized you hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast when your stomach growled loudly. You blushed and prayed Gerard hadn’t noticed. Unfortunately for you, he had.

“Uh...do you...” He started, losing confidence and trailing off. You tilted your head and looked at him questioningly. “Uh...” This time it was Gerard’s turn to blush and look down. “Do you maybe wanna go grab lunch? It’s around our lunch break...” He asked quickly, clearing his throat and meeting your eyes again.

You blinked. Did Gerard just ask for a date? You blushed and nodded. Gerard looked visibly relieved and grinned. “Great! Let me just finish this and we’ll go...” You giggled and nodded, still caught off guard by his nervous request.

You and Gerard getting lunch slowly became a regular event. The longer you spent with your charming coworker, the harder you felt yourself falling. Little did you realize Gerard felt the same way.

The fact he reciprocated your feelings was a well kept secret by Gerard. Well, that is until he finally got the courage to ask you out for dinner.

“Hey, (Y/N)? Can I, uh...can I talk to you for a second?” Gerard stuttered, awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot and picking at his nails.

“Yeah, of course! What’s up?” You asked, trying not to sound too happy to see him. You’d had a hard time hiding your feelings, and were scared he’d notice despite his oblivious nature.

“Uh...well, I was wondering...” Gerard started. You noticed the blush forming on his cheeks and suppressed a smile. “Well...would you maybe wanna go out for dinner sometime? I completely understand if you don’t. Please don’t feel pressured or anything, I was just wondering....” He rambled. You couldn’t control the smile that quickly formed upon hearing his request.

The look of surprise and happiness on your face surprised him. He had been trying to ask you out for dinner so many times, he was amazed you hadn’t seen it coming.

“Yes! I mean, yeah sure. Sounds fun.” You said, desperately trying to keep your cool and not be too excited. Gerard beamed at you. “Great! Great. Uh, tonight, eight o’clock? I can pick you up or we can meet somewhere if you’d prefer?” He said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Sounds great! Here’s my address, I’ll see you at eight!” You giggled, scribbling down your address and handing it to him.

“Awesome! I’ll uh, I’ll see you then!” Gerard giggled, backing out of the room and beginning to close the door. Suddenly he stopped and reentered the room.

“Wait! Uh, where do you wanna eat?”

Quitting time came and went before you knew it, the excitement of your date was almost overwhelming. You practically ran home so you could get ready in time for Gerard to pick you up.

By seven thirty you were almost ready to explode. Constantly standing in front of the mirror, searching for any imperfections or out of place hairs. Unbeknownst to you, Gerard was doing the same thing...

“Mikey! Have you seen my hairbrush?” Gerard yelled, searching the basement in a frenzy. The younger Way brother looked at him, almost in shock.

“It’s in the bathroom...why? Do you have a date or something?” Mikey asked almost suspiciously. Gerard tolled his eyes. “Yes, actually I do. And if I don’t hurry I’m gonna be late.” He huffed, jogging to the bathroom and quickly doing his hair.

“Do I look okay?” Gerard asked, posing in front of his brother nervously. Mikey chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, you look good. Have fun.” The younger man said. Gerard nodded and bounced up the stairs.

“Don’t forget to use a condom!”

“Fuck off, Mikey!”

You sat by the door, fidgeting nervously with your phone. Much to your relief, the doorbell rang at exactly eight. You stood up and took one last look in the mirror before opening the door.

Gerard cleaned up nicely, with his shirt tucked into his jeans and his hair fixed to perfection. You had decided to go for pizza thankfully, so you both were much more comfortable the way you were than having to dress up.

It took him a minute to notice you, as he was looking off down the street, but when he did it was noticeable. His mouth opened a little but no words came out as he checked you out, like you had just done to him.

“Wow, you look good.” Gerard said, scratching the back of his neck and blushing a bit. You smiled and blushed. “Thanks! So do you.” He giggled a little as he led you to his car.

The date went better than either of you could’ve hoped. You had so many things common you talked until the owners closed the pizza parlor. You pouted, not wanting the best date you’d been on in months to end. Gerard sighed, obviously not wanting it to end either.

Neither of you could think of anything to say on the car ride back to your apartment, but it was a comfortable silence. Gerard even mustered up the courage to hold your hand over the console between you.

When you pulled up, you both sat in silence for a second, just admiring each other. “Can I walk you up?” Gerard asked, looking down for a second as if he was expecting to be rejected. “Uh, yeah, that’d be great.” You stuttered for a second, suddenly very nervous.

Gerard quickly got out and walked around to open your door for you, bowing for dramatic effect. You giggled and thanked him, mimicking a curtesy before leading him up to your front door.

You smiled sheepishly when you turned back around to face him after unlocking your door. Gerard giggled and smiled at you sweetly.

“I had a really great time tonight, Gee.” You said softly. He blushed a little at the nickname. “I did too, (Y/N). Maybe...wanna do it again next Friday?” He asked shyly. You nodded and took out a pen.

“Here,” you said, gently grabbing his hand and writing your number on his palm. “Call me sometime.” You smiled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. Gerard grinned and nodded, putting his hands carefully in his pockets.

You turned around to head inside, when Gerard called you back.

“Wait!” He said, jogging back up the steps he had previously descended. He very gently cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours. You froze shocked for a second, before melting into it.

Gerard pulled back slowly, and smiled at you. Both of your faces were practically on fire. You giggled a little.

“Night, Gerard.”

“G’night, (N/N)”