The drawing above is mine no takies or I will hunt you down 6(ùnú)9

This takes place shortly after the release of "Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge" sO SLIDER PHONES GALORE :D I fucking love slider phones and I have no clue as to why

F/D means favorite drink btw. It has to be from Starbucks tho so :/

also I know the yellow hair comes from the Danger Days era but I REALLY LIKE THE TITLE AND I WANT THIS TO TAKE PLACE BEFORE HE MARRIES LYN-Z BECAUSE SHE'S A QUEEN THAT SHOULD NOT BE DISRESPECTED

But I guess since this is fanfiction I can just make her not exist. BUT I RESPECT HER TOO MUCH SO HERE'S A WILDLY UNREALISTIC FANFICTION OOF

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We're done.

One of your mantras in life has always been, "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." Or so you thought.

Your now ex-boyfriend has dumped you over a text message, and you were utterly devastated. You dated for 3 years, and for one of those years, he had to go overseas. He promised he'd come back. You've waited patiently this past year. Not only did he never come back, he'd dumped you for another girl. You heaved out a sigh as you tossed your phone to the side, letting it fall to the floor. As you watched the pouring rain through your bedroom window, you felt a tear slip down your cheek. In anger, you grabbed a pillow and threw it to the ground and flopped backwards on your bed with so much force that you bounced a bit.

With a sniff, you resolved to not let this sudden turn of events get you down, so you sat up abruptly and picked up your phone. The time read 18:54. It wasn't too late for Starbucks, was it?

~19:21~

You were the only customer there. You sat down in one of the empty, plush couch chairs, carrying your tray with. You began to sip on one of the four venti F/D that you had ordered when someone else walked into the place.

He had bright, lemon colored hair, and an utterly soaked green jacket over a black sweater. The second he laid his eyes upon the menu, they seemed to sparkle like those of a child who had walked into a candy store. You smirked at the sight. A grown-ass man getting excited over Starbucks. Then you looked down at the drinks laid in front of you. You shouldn't be one to talk.

The invigorating taste of F/D put you into a very smiley mood. You popped open your phone and decided to scroll through Twitter so that you didn't have to awkwardly twiddle your thumbs. Then you happened upon a post from your ex-boyfriend. You sneered at the sight. You were about to just scroll past but then you realized what the post was about.

Hanging at the park with my new girlfriend @/somerandomasshoeidk!

It featured a picture of your ex sitting on a park bench with his new girlfriend sitting on his lap as she kissed him on the cheek. You felt like bursting into tears right then and there. You aggressively drank your F/D until you accidentally choked. Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you set your phone down on the table in front of you. You let out a groan as you leaned back in the chair. You followed the blades of the ceiling fan above you until it was obscured by the face of the yellow haired man from earlier.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, just peachy," you snarled. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I've just had a bad day." you added, noticing how you had addressed the stranger.

"Oh, it's fine, I understand." he said, smiling. Looking at him up close (upside down, but up close nonetheless), he looked like someone you recognized but you couldn't quite nail who.

"Do I know you?" you asked hesitantly.

"Probably. I'm pretty well known," he said. You recognized that voice too.

"Huh. Well for some reason, I just can't quite nail the tack on the board," you mused.

"Well, let me know when you figure it out," the strange yet familiar man said as he walked off.

"Sure..."

You take out your earbuds and plug them into your phone. You scroll through your music library and happen across an album you had recently bought and downloaded to your phone.

Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

You had only listened to a few of the songs on the album, but the ones who had listened to you had quite enjoyed. So much so, they were practically the only songs you listened to. You liked the raw emotion and power in the music, and you could relate to a lot of the lyrics and themes. You scrolled through the song list and then clicked on one of the songs.

SISTER, I'M NOT MUCH OF A POET BUT A CRIMINAL, AND YOU NEVER HA–

With a yelp, you tore the earbuds out of your ears and fumbled with your phone until you found the volume buttons. You hastily lowered the volume of your music, feeling your face become increasingly hot. Breathing heavily, eyes darting around to see if anyone was staring, you slowly put your earbuds in your ears again.

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill

okay but can I just say my new kink is Gerard saying "pills", "ill", and "kill" like I live for that

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, tapping your foot to the beat and singing along. "You're running after something that you'll never kill–"

"If this is what you want then fire at will."

Your eyes snap open and you sit up abruptly. Sitting across from you is the familiar man with brightly colored hair, leaning on the table with a wide grin on his face.

"Wait a minute–" you start.

Preach all you want, but who's gonna save me?

"I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load," the man across from you sings, in the same exact voice as on the song. You rip out your earbuds.

"Holy fucking shit, you're Gerard Way." you say.

"The one and only," he says with a smirk. "It's about time you realized."

"Well I never thought that I'd end up coming across you at Starbucks." you said.

Gerard shrugged. "I frequent this place a lot, so it's not that unlikely." He took a sip from one of your untouched drinks.

You sneered. "Sneaky ass."

Gerard laughed at your insult. "Is that any way to treat a celebrity?" he asked with an air of sass.

"Celebrity or not, no one drinks my F/D when I'm in a bad mood." you huffed, snatching the drink out of his hand.

"Well, I don't blame you. I'd be pretty upset if it was pouring outside on the day my significant other broke up with me." Gerard said with a shrug.

"How the hell did you know that?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

"I was sitting behind you." Gerard replied, pointing to a seat at the table behind you which had a still relatively soaked green jacket draped over it.

You scoffed as you downed the remaining contents of your second drink. "Not only are you a sneaky ass, but you're a sneaky ass creep."

Gerard snickered at your new insult. "For a fan, you seem pretty chill talking to a celebrity."

"Eh, I wouldn't really call myself a fan, I've only listened to a couple songs on your newest album." you said, popping a single earbud in just as "Thank You For The Venom" ended, which made you frown.

"Well, that must be why." Gerard said with a sigh. "What do you think of it?"

Your eyes sparkled at the prospect of talking about music. None of your friends were particularly into music, and you were the only music junkie amongst them. You jumped at the chance to finally talk about something other than whether or not a dress had too many ruffles or if that guy sitting in the cafe across the street was good-looking.

"Ah, well, where do I start?" you mused, thinking for a second. You launched into a whole speech about Gerard's newest album and its sound, from his rough vocals to the aggressive drums.

"Honestly, I didn't like rock all that much until I started listening to your band." you said. You glanced at your watch. "Holy fuck, it's almost 9."

Gerard glanced out the window. It was still pouring rain. "Wanna wait in here 'till it lets up?"

Another hour with Gerard fucking Way? Hell yeah.

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okay I'm honestly so tired because I have no idea where to end this and I feel like this will end up being 2,000 something words if I don't stop sO pArT 2 

also I keep deleting my draft of part 2 of "Bright Red String" and I hate myself for it someone stop me

words: 1,500 00f tHaT's PrEtTy GoOd