i do love you gerard

I decided to draw a scene from the first chapter of my fic even though I should be writing the new chapter instead.

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  • <p> <b>Frank:</b> I'd be kinda creeped out<p/><b>Mikey (for a Waycest fanfic) :</b> I read the first paragraph and this was the end of reading fanfiction<p/><b>Ray:</b> I mean uh It's COOL THAT KIDS ARE BEING CREATIVE!!!!!1 :D<p/></p>

I’m sad and there’s not enough hanahaki and Gabriel Reyes fanfiction out there. This is an idea I want to expand upon someday but right now this is the only thing that would come out from my fingers.

Talon team bonding over Amélie taking care of flowers, kind of (Amélie/Gérard and Reaper76 implied).

Widowmaker remembered Gerárd Lacroix coughing lily petals before he died. 

When she remembered how much she loved him, how much she would always love him, it was too late.

Amélie left lilies at Gerárd’s grave whenever she could.

When they, Talon, stole Gabriel Reyes’ corpse they found dead roses in his lungs.

Black, withered, dry.

The flower were thrown away and Amélie picked them up before they could notice. Before she herself could really notice what she was doing.


Years later, Amélie found herself watering a garden of blue roses, behind an abandoned house in Paris.

Sombra helped her from time to time, always suggesting to bring Gabe to admire how beautiful it looked.

Would he remember?

Would he care?


Reaper remembered feeling whole once upon a time.

Whenever he left blue roses, directly from Amélie’s garden, at Jack Morrison’s grave, he swore he felt like Gabriel again.

@3gerardpique: Since you arrived, I saw you as my little brother. Everything you did, your way of understanding life and soccer. We were very similar and we connected right away.

It has been a huge pleasure to be at my side during these years. I stay with all the moments we have spent together, inside and outside the playing field. I’m happy you’ve won everything while wearing the Barça shirt. This will remain forever. Players like you make this Club bigger and their history.

I hope you’ll be great in the future. You deserve to make your dreams come true in Paris. And at the end, remember to always do what our friend JC did: MAGIC.

I love you,


@neymarjr I’ll always have you as an older brother .. I love you Geri ❤️🤙🏽

the signs as revenge songs/quotes

capricorn: i don’t love you |  sometimes i cry so hard from pleading
so sick and tired of all the needless beating.

aquarius: you know what they do to guys like us in prison | pain in my heart for your dying wish, i’ll kiss your lips again.

pisces: cemetry drive |  it isn’t that much fun, staring down a loaded gun.

aries: thank you for the venom | so give me all your poison.
and give me all your pills. and give me all your hopeless hearts. and make me ill.

taurus: it’s not a fashion statement, it’s a deathwish |  this hole you put me in, wasn’t deep enough and I’m climbing out right now.

gemini: hang ‘em high | but don’t stop if i fall and don’t look back.

cancer: helena | what’s the worst that i can say? things are better if i stay.

leo: i’m not okay (i promise) |  you said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed.

virgo: interlude |  come angels of unknown.

libra: give ‘em hell kid |  if you were here i’d never have a fear. so go on live your life.

scorpio: i never told you what i do for a living | and we’ll all dance alone to the tune of your death. we’ll love again, we’ll laugh again.

sagittarius: to the end |  if you marry me, would you bury me?

You Think Poor Is Cool

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day 2003, but your boyfriend, Gerard, is so busy with one of My Chemical Romance’s first ever tours that you’re not sure he even remembers what day it is. Then, suddenly, he tells the band’s manager to stop the bus. 

“Honestly,” Frank confessed, looking at you and Gerard cuddling in the back of the cramped van, “I’m not sure why you decided to follow a bunch of gross, sweaty dudes like us on tour, Y/N.”

“Because I love Gerard,” you shrugged, kissing the top of your boyfriend’s head affectionately.

“Hey, Brian!” Gerard sat up suddenly, shouting to the band’s manager, who was driving the van. “I need you stop at that gas station up ahead, alright?”

“For real, Gerard?” Brian sighed. “We’ve got to get on the highway real soon if you want to be the opening act at this show in Newark tonight.”

“I know,” Gerard pouted. “I’ll make it quick, I promise.”

“You wanting to buy cigarettes or something?” Frank guessed. “Because I’ve still got a pack of Pall Malls in my guitar case.”

“You said last night you were out!” Mikey interjected.

“I was hiding ‘em so you wouldn’t steal ‘em,” Frank snickered.

“I’m not stopping for cigarettes,” Gerard shook his head, shaking black bangs out of his eyes.

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IG Neymar:

“I’ll always consider you as a big brother, I love you Geri ❤️🤙🏽
#Repost @3gerardpique (@get_repost)

“From the moment you arrived, I considered you as my little brother. Everything you did, your way of understanding life and football. We were very much alike and we instantly connected.

It has been a great pleasure to have you by my side these years. I’ll remember all the moments we spent together, on and off the pitch. I am happy you won everything in the Barça shirt. This will last forever. Players like you make this Club and its history even bigger.

I hope things go great in the future. You deserve to have the dreams you still have come true in Paris. And to close, always remember to do what our friend JC did: MAGIC.

I love you,


Panicked Daughter- Frank Iero

Request- I love that dad imagine with gerard will you do more plz? Maybe with Frank this time. I don’t care what it’s about, just make it good like you always do. Love you thanks :)

A/N- I got excited when I got this request. Hope you like it.

The house was quiet. Strange for your family, but you liked it. You liked being able to watch a movie without one of your siblings talking every five minutes or your mom nagging you to pick up your room. Then at the same time you missed the company of the rest of the Ieros. You liked staying up late and then sleeping in late the next day. It gave you time to think, but sometimes thinking wasn’t the best thing.

You sat in the dark living room with only the TV on for light. You weren’t even watching anything, you were too busy wrapped up in your thoughts. You never meant to bring yourself to the places of your mind where it was dark and you felt alone, but that’s where you are now. Over thinking every little thing, not knowing where you will be in 10 years time, and not understanding why you were like this.

Your chest began to grow tight feeling and you couldn’t get a solid breath in. you tried telling yourself you were okay and use all the breathing techniques you learned, but nothing was helping. You felt like you were dying as your vision seemed darker and you felt yourself panting. Tears were streaming down your face and you couldn’t control your body anymore.

A sudden flash of a light filled the room and you turned to see your dad standing by the light switch, but soon he was right next to you.

“Deep breath Y/N. In 2 then out 2.” your dad told you sitting next to you on the floor.

You tried to get your breathing to in 2 then out 2 as your dad counted. You steadily got to in 4 out 6 and your breathing was under control again. You felt your dad’s hand rubbing your back as he helped you count to take your mind off of your thought.

This wasn’t the first time this happened. It scared him the first time, but now he knows just the way to help you when you have panic attacks.

“S-sorry.” you stuttered out.

“You don’t need to apologize. You know you can’t control these.” he told you. “It’s almost 3 in the morning, why don’t you go up to bed.” he suggested but you shook your head.

“No, I can’t. I’m scared to sleep.” you stated.

“What do you mean?”

“Whenever I lay in bed my mind races. It’s torture and I hate nights. I just hate not knowing what

tomorrow is.” you said tears  threatening to fall from your eyes again.

“Well let’s start with one thing. Tomorrow is Sunday. You can’t predict the future and I get it, it sucks. You have to take it one day at a time and face what life throws at you. I know you’re strong enough to take on anything that comes your way. And when you aren’t me and your mom will be here for you. Always.” he told you.

“What if I really mess up in life?”

“I don’t care what you do, because I will always love you. You’re a role model to your younger siblings and I’m jealous I never had a sister like you. Unless you kill someone I will always have you in my heart.” he said. “When you were born I was beyond terrified. You were the first and I was scared I was going to mess up terribly and you would hate me. 15 years later you might say you hate me, but I know you don’t. You’ve taught me so much and I could never asked for a better daughter.”

“Thanks dad.” you whispered.

You meant it. Your dad was like your best friend. Some girls aren’t lucky to have a father figure in their life, but you were. You looked up to him and you knew no matter what he was going to be there for you.

Sing A Song For California

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:Request fic for @imhere4newt. “Can you do one where the reader (female if that’s alright) and gerard have been together for a long time but they argue and they both say hurtful things (like one in retaliation) and the fluff at the end?”

“You’re serious about moving to California?” you gaped, staring at your longtime boyfriend, Gerard, as if the world were coming apart beneath your feet.

“I have to,” Gerard insisted. “My band just got signed to Reprise Records, and I need to be in Hollywood to work on our second album.”

“But…..New Jersey is your home,” you sputtered. “You always said you’d never leave this place.”

“Well, people fucking change, ok, Y/N?” Gerard snapped. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know!” you groaned, feeling like pulling your hair out. “I didn’t expect you to get so serious about this music thing! You’ve been saying since we were in high school together that you wanted to draw comic books! You even spent all your parents’ money to go to art school – and you know that shit wasn’t cheap! So, why change directions with your career now? It’s just….random!”

“It’s not random at all,” Gerard argued. “I’ve tried to tell you a dozen times, I stopped being satisfied with my job at Cartoon Network a long time ago. Performing with Frank, and Mikey, and Ray, writing songs with them…..it makes me feel alive. I thought you, of all people, would understand.”

“What I don’t understand,” you said, near tears, “is how you can just leave me behind. I haven’t spent a single day without you since we were teenagers, Gee. How am I supposed to live my life, with you thousands of miles away? Don’t you care at all?”

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I’m so dirty babe