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you don't know a thing about this life

Top!Gerard

Bottom!Y/N

Summary: You never had boyfriend before, so you wished for one under a shooting star.

Author: stillthegoodfornothing (on ao3)

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Again out after dark
'Cause we are up for everything it takes

You just got home from work. It has been a tiring day for you and you hope everything will be done. You're tired physically and your emotional well being is not exactly great either, you don't have friends to talk to (trust issues and all), you're distant to your family, and single as heck.

You exhaled an exhausted breath but you know what will cheer you up, listening to your My Chemical Romance playlist. You opened your phone and blasted the song while you headed to your kitchen to prepare dinner. Singing your heart out has been a fool-proof way to destress and it works for you every time. Alongside with the singing comes your daydreaming, you imagined that someone will be with you in the kitchen, like a boyfriend aka you're ultimate idol crush Gerard Way, talented and charming. You find yourself laughing as to how ridiculous your thoughts are, thinking how sad you can be fantasizing about a man you will never have. You are done cooking, fetching a plate and pouring its content, ready to dig in and you approached the balcony. The stars this evening are magnificent, to make things better, a sudden falling star showed itself. You closed your eyes and muttered some words, you took the opportunity to wish that shooting star.

You slowly opened your eyes and looked around, nothing changed. There goes your wishful thinking, I guess you will never be lucky in this lifetime. You continue eating your food while Na Na Na is heard in the background when there is a sudden knock on your door.

"Hello, (Y/N) are you home?"

You tried to think of who can be visiting you late at night, let alone call your name, but no one comes into mind. You look through the peephole and you see a man standing on your doorway, his back facing against you. You know in your mind you don't know this guy and opening the door will be a wrong decision so you just decided to ask who he is closed door.

"Who are you and how may I help you?" you said.

The man replied, "Oh great your home, open up I brought Chinese food for us." And reached for the doorknob but you didn't open the door. You peeked through the peephole to see who this was once and for all. He is wearing a black shirt with Marvel characters on it, with his jeans, and beanie. He has blonde hair with hazel eyes and a demeanor you are somewhat familiar with. You try to remember who this can be, not Joshua from across the hall, not Kyle your officemate, definitely not your old-age landlord. Dread comes creeping in you, thinking who this man is, he is not someone you know so with all the courage you muster, "Who are you? I do not know you, please leave."

"Nice joke (Y/N), are we roleplaying again? Hurry up and open the door, the food is getting cold."

You are now conflicted, you know from the numerous crime podcast you listened to that this is like the start of a murder, unwanted visitor stabs girl. You are about to call 911 when the man spoke and knocked again.

"Honey, (Y/N) is there something wrong? I know you are busy with work, so don't worry I will not bother you for a long time. I miss you so much, we'll just eat then I'll be out of your way. Please open up."

Now you are definitely confused, you don't have any significant other so this must be a murderer.

"Again, I am sorry I don't know you please leave or I will call the cops."

"This is not funny (Y/N), why won't you let your boyfriend in. Did I do something wrong? Oh no, Gerard is on it again, please just tell me what's wrong."