This is my first fanfic woop woop! It's a Gerard Way x Female reader and I hope you enjoy it. Also if you don't know French, (the book itself is English don't worry) the title means 'protect me' (sorry for the grammar it was based off of the Placebo...
It was the morning that I was getting discharged from the hospital, I couldn't wait to see the boys but realised I'd have to wait two hours to see them since I was leaving at 1. Frank and I had packed my stuff, the nurses cleaned our ward and I thanked them. It was 12:30 and we hadn't ate anything so we decided that we'd go to eat in the café.
Frank walked me through the halls. Walking wasn't bad but I'd say sleeping and lying down sucked the most especially when I forgot that it hurt like shit to lay on my side. When we got to the cafeteria, Frankie had a BLT and I had some jam on toast and juice. The hospital food was meh but I wasn't expecting anything more. I could tell from Frankie's mediocre expression he felt the same. After we had ate we were free so Frank helped me outside where we'd presumably call a taxi. A car came close and I recognised it as Gerard's? What the- wasn't he in school? He pulled up. "Heya!"
Frank helped me get in the backseat and he got in with me. "Now how about you, Frankie, go do whatever and I babysit Y/n." Gerard looked at us in the rearview. It sounded weird until I remembered, Frank did have plans tonight. "You ok with that, Y/n/n?" Frank looked at me and I gave a simple nod. We came close to some sort of club and Frank was dropped off there. Ok? Get it then Frankie. Gerard's mixtape was on repeat and I wasn't complaining. Hot guys with hot taste... wait what. "So, sugar, wanna make some yummies as a welcome home gift?" "It's been a day." "I know. We're doing it." He seemed proud. It was safe to say I couldn't be mad at Gerard for his flirtatious ways, he was my salvation. Plus we didn't have to be anything romantic. We arrived home, he shut the engine off and helped me out, only hurting me mildly. He closed the door for me and locked it.
We entered my house and he took my shoes off for me since it hurt to bend down. "Alright, bab- sugar, you wanna make cookies?" What was he about to call me? Jesus, Gerard, stick to one girl. "So who's the girl you're planning on taking to the dance?" I deadpanned. He seemed taken aback. "Well, her name's Louise." Oh. Her. Ok. I got the cookie dough out and the tray for them. I put some spray on the pan and started to mould the dough into balls. I put around 30 on it before preheating the oven and waiting a bit. After the wait I put them in for 45 minutes. "Mission success." "You didn't do anything, Gerard." I sighed, in moderate pain. "Wanna sit down?" He seemed empathetic. "Sure." We went into the living room and took seats on my comfy couch.
"Ok, I need to talk, I'm really nervous." He looked over. "Well?" I quirked my brow. "Ok... Louise agreed to go to the dance with me." My heart dropped and I swallowed the lump in my throat only for it to resurface. "Oh, rad." I smiled deceivingly. "And we're going out tomorrow night." His face lit up. "Yeah, that's nice." I didn't really pay attention to what he was saying. "Hey, everything ok?" 'No, Gerard, no it isn't. Your mindless flirting has led me to have some wretched gut feelings about you and I'd love if you'd just stop.' Is what I would've said if I could push a sentence out of my narrow throat. "Yeah." "Well, I heard you have a guitar." He changed the subject, somewhat sensing the uncomfortable energy. "You heard correctly, it's in my room." I got up slowly and led Gerard upstairs. We entered my room and there sat Zhozefin (pronounced Josefine). She was a vintage white Fazley.
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"Hot damn." Gerard chuckled, leaping toward her and kneeling with her in his lap. "Let's make a song!" He blurted. "What?-" "Let's call it 'Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us.' He said, staring at my tiny wardrobe mirror. "Ok?" I said before he handed the guitar to me. "Show me whatcha got, something heavy." "Uh, ok." I hooked it up to the amp and started to play a little tune. (Literally the guitar in the start of the song). "Hold on I have a lyric book, lemme run to mine and get it! Remember that exact tune!"
Gerard sped out my bedroom, down the stairs and out the front door. I could see him across the street. He turned around and waved before going inside. Fucking weirdo. I wonder what Mikey was doing. I decided to have a little play around on my guitar while I waited. And surprisingly it went into a really cool sounding solo. As I let the last pluck ring I smiled as the low sound died out. I looked to my doorway to see an astonished Gerard. Awkward. "Oh. My. God. Dude you're amazing at that!" He kneeled before me and placed his book on the floor. I ignored his comment, somewhat immune to his worthless flattery. I flipped through his book and landed on something I quite liked. It didn't have a name but it read...
The amount of pills I'm taking Counteracts the booze I'm drinking And this vanity I'm breaking Lets me live my life like this And well I find it hard to stay With the words you say Oh baby let me in Oh baby let me in Well I'll choose the life I've taken Never mind the friends I'm making And the beauty that I'm faking Lets me live my life like this And well I find it hard to stay With the words you say Oh baby let me in Oh baby let me in And you can cry all you want to I don't care how much You invest yourself in me We're not working out We're not working out And you can't touch my brother And you can't keep my friends We're not working out And we're not working out This time I mean it Never mind the times I've seen it Well I hope I'm not mistaken By the news I heard from waking And it's hard to say I'm shaken By the choices that I make And well I find it hard to stay With the words you say Oh baby let me in Oh baby let me in Well I'll choose this life I've taken Never mind the friends I'm making And I get a little shaken Because I live my life like this And well I find it hard to stay With the words you say Oh baby let me in Oh baby let me in And you can cry all you want to I don't care how much you'll invest yourself in me We're not working out We're not working out And you can't keep my brother And you won't fuck my friends And we're not working out We're not working out this time I mean it Never mind the times I've seen it Never again, never again You can cry all you want to I don't care how much you'll invest yourself in me You can cry all you want to I don't care how much you'll invest yourself in me Oh baby let me in
"Ok, I like that one. Sing along to the riff if you can." I started to play and when he decided to start actually fitted quite well. When he did start singing it was beautiful. Like an angel. His voice went perfectly with the guitar.
"Wait a minute."
"What?"
"We need drums."
"Yeah... but who plays them?"
"Andy-"
"OH MY FUCKING GOD THE COOKIES GERARD!"
Sorry this chapter's been all over the place, it's been pretty hard to fit in. Next week I'll probably go back to publishing two chapters. Love youuu <3
