Gerard Way

The moment your husband, Gerard, and his bandmates began to walk on stage, the crowd of thousands erupted into screams and cheers, and you were among the many.

Being the spouse to Gerard Way had its perks and disadvantages, but nights like tonight were amongst many of the perks.

You were offered to stay backstage with the rest of the band’s wives and children; however, considering you and Gerard had no kids together, you were alone in that fact, so you figured, why not join the crowd of New Jerseyans watching My Chemical Romance play their hometown show?

It meant a lot to you, considering New Jersey was your hometown as well. And where you and Gerard met.

You attended one of the first My Chemical Romance shows, the third to be exact, and you instantly fell in love with the band’s energy. They upheld the stage like no other local band you went to see, so you made a point to see them at their merch table after the show to extend the compliment. Gerard and Ray were the only two at the merch table, Frank was off with his family, and Mikey was off in the bathroom, considering how drunk he got before and during the show. You introduced yourself and told Gerard and Ray just how much you loved their set and admired the chemistry between the band. Through fits of flustered thanks, Gerard and Ray reciprocate your compliments by thanking you for attending the show and for being so supportive. You asked when their next show was, and you were informed about a gig at the Loop Lounge in Passaic, NJ, the following weekend. Without hesitation, you found yourself there. And when you approached the merch table after their set, Ray and Gerard instantly recognized you with beaming joy.

”Hey, [user]! Thanks so much for coming.” Ray greets, holding out his hand to shake yours in a greeting. You take his hand and smile, telling them how happy you are to be back. Gerard introduced you to Frank and Mikey, who were there this time, eager to meet the new coming fans. The five of you talked and talked, but after a few minutes, a few other fans were getting antsy and impatient with how much time you were taking up. So with a reluctant farewell, you say goodbye and promise to attend their upcoming show at the Scots American Club in Kearney, NJ.

The following day, you drive yourself twenty minutes from your apartment to the venue in Kearney, just like you promised. You were a little tired from the previous night’s show, with how much you were jumping around and screaming to the lyrics you were catching on to, but you pushed through, eager to talk to the band after their set again. And just like the past two times, after the show ended, you made your way to the merch table and found yourself to be the first and only person in line, for that very moment at least. You decided to buy a CD this time, already obsessed with their sound and yearning for most listening time outside of the nightly concerts you seemingly were attending. You marveled at the artwork for the I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love CD, complimenting the band on such. Yet for whatever reason, tonight, Gerard seemed to take the lead in all the talking. Not that you minded, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice the lack of conversation from the rest of the members. It concerned you initially, but when Gerard eventually asked for your number, the pieces began to put themselves together: they were all being wingmen, which would later be confirmed on your first date with Gerard.

And somehow, someway, you, being such a big fan from the start, inched yourself into the lives of the band, enough so that the lead singer and founder of it all took an interest in you. After countless hours of phone calls and meet-and-greets at shows, Gerard asked if you wanted to hang out. He invited you over to his place for snacks, dinner, and a few movies. Without hesitating, you said yes, which bloomed into frequent hangouts, dates, and moments spent together. You were always in the crowd at a show, supporting him and the rest of the crew at some capacity, and you always joined them after the show to hype them up.

And before you realize it, over twenty years have passed by, and you’re watching your husband perform on stage in your hometown for tens of thousands of screaming fans.

Gerard and the band always had a way of having this charged energy in every single one of their performances, and you would know, considering you attended a good amount of them. Almost all of them, if that. Yet, something about tonight was entirely different. Maybe it was the fact that their biggest dreams are becoming a reality, or maybe it’s the energy from electric New Jersey, but there was something in the band tonight that changed their performance, and you were all for it.

The audience was going crazy, and you joined the chaos in how much you were jumping around and screaming along to the lyrics. Watching Gerard on stage was the most ethereal, borderline out of body experience. In all the years of his performing, let alone performing for you, always left you in a stunned silence. But tonight felt different. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him breathless on stage in front of thousands.

And unbeknownst to you, Gerard felt the very same way. Seeing you going wild in the crowd along with his fans, seeing the number one fan who held his heart enjoying themself to profusely, made Gerard feel incredible. Watching your reaction only spurred his performance on more, his antics growing sillier by the second and his screams growing with even more passion.

And by the time the show had ended, Gerard raced off the stage to anxiously wait for you backstage. When you knocked on his dressing room door with the unique knock you do, he pulled the door open and wasted no time grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night.” Gerard near growls, not wasting another second without his lips being on yours. As if he was reading your mind the whole night, all you were thinking about was the moment your lips would find his after the show. Most of the time it was in a congratulatory kiss, but something told you tonight would be more. And you were so right, and glad to be at that. Gerard’s lips found yours eagerly, kissing you aggressively as his hands run up and down your body, squeezing and tugging at the shirt you wore. You whimper into the kiss, hands finding themselves to rest on his shoulders as your tongues begin to dance together.

And before you knew it, Gerard pulled away just as quickly as he started, his pupils blown wide with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Let’s get out of here.”