Gerard Way imagines [editing, kinda]

#28 Lovers of the Apocalypse

IMPLIED F R I K E Y 😁 (Because it's better than frerard and you can't change my mind.) {so don't even comment}
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    Gerard grunted as he tried to carry the body to the pile. Third time this week the damn things tried to raid the base. They're definitely getting bolder.

He cast his gaze over to his brother, Mikey, and his lover, (y/n), who were doing the same as him; dragging bodies to the large pile. Mikey sniggered at his older brothers' inability to lift a corpse, as he could lift one and a half at the same time. (Y/n) was also snickering at her boyfriend. His weak arms could pin her down to fuck her brains out, but couldn't lift a single corpse.

Gerard scowled at the two and attempted to pick up the corpse again, only to stumble foreword onto the rotting flesh.

Mikey and (y/n) were full on laughing now.

Gerard huffed angrily and stood up. "Well, why don't you two do it instead? I'll go make myself useful somewhere else." He mumbled the last part as he hung his head and stalked off.

He didn't know what to do. Frank and Ray were both taking inventory of what ammunition they had after the horde, and there was really nothing else to do in their makeshift base.

After sitting in complete silence for what felt like an hour in the solitude of the roof, he decided to go back down to his room and do some art.

He drew him and (y/n) before the apocalypse started. Back when his hair was his preferred raven black, and not his natural mousey brown. Back when he was in a band with his best friends.

Of course, he didn't know (y/n) before the apocalypse, as they met when she practically saved Ray's life. They had been in an abandoned 7/11 looking for food supplies when an unexpected horde showed up and started going for Ray's leg. She came in right in the nick of time with her sub machine gun and saved his ass.

He remembered when he first got a good look at her face. She was the embodiment of the word goddess. Her features were all perfect to him. Her longer hair was put in two braids, and she wore ripped jeans and a green army jacket that has yellow duct tape over the tears in the fabric. She was just beautiful to him.

    He drew her as her normal self as he knew her. The picture was of them holding hands and sitting alone on a stage. He wished that it could be a reality. Him, still in MCR, but with      (y/n) on tour with them.

    The door to his room softly opened and closed, but he didn't notice because he was deep in fantasy. He didn't realize he wasn't alone until two small arms wrapped around his shoulders and a chin was resting on top of his head.

    "Hey baby." The melodic voice of his lover rang in his ears. He hummed in response. "I'm sorry for laughing at you. That was mean."

    "It's alright." He felt her kiss his head. "Is Mikey done too?"

    "Yeah, he went off to find Frank. Those two have been inseparable lately."

   "Heh, probably fucking." Gerard chuckled under his breath, and she chuckled with him. He knew that Mikey had a thing for Frank and vice versa, and thought they'd be cute together.

    "Is that me?" She pointed to herself on the drawing. He tilted his head to look at her and smiled. She sighed happily. "I love you, you know that?"

    "I know. And I love you too."

    She smiled. There was a comfortable silence between the two lovers for some time. They were very content with each other. "I'm bored." (Y/n) spoke up, flopping down onto the bed.

    Gerard stood and closed his sketch book. He sat down on the bed and crawled over to his girlfriend, keeping himself above her. She could feel butterflies in her stomach.

    "I think I know what we can do." He got up next to her ear and whispered huskily. "these arms may be weak, but they can do something to keep you at bay tonight."

    Oh boy.

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