prison for jerks

Gerard and Ray spend a lot of time dancing around each other! They give each other motivational speeches a lot and Ray is the guy Gerard goes to cuddle with and draw dragons when someone hits on him or something upsets him, but they're just bff, not in love or anything. That's what Gerard tells Mikey, anyway. The truth is he kind of wants Ray around forever.

Then they realize their true love and have schmoopy sex with a lot of really ridiculous giggling when they screw something up.

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The truth is he kind of wants Ray around forever.

♥________♥

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"I just want to buy an apartment with someone, you know? We could have a studio, and a balcony, and Ray could have a room!"

"..."

"...in the apartment right next to ours?"

"Gerard."

etc.

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They are ridiculous and dorky and I support Ray/Gerard Day. Have a morning drabble.

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Ray wakes up snuggled against someones back. His brain is a little fuzzy, but he's warm and comfortable so he tightens his arm and burrows farther in while he waits for things to make sense. The body in front of him grunts and shifts and braincells start firing in Ray's head. He thinks, oh Gerard, and lifts his arm up to allow motion, then buries his face into his neck once Gerard settles on his back. "Sorry if I woke you," he says smiling against skin.

Gerard grunts again and cranes his head around to look blearily at Ray. He pulls on Ray until Ray is leaning over him and says "Morning," his voice still scratchy with sleep. Ray smiles again and Gerard uses a hand on the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. His mouth is sour with sleep, but Ray doesn't care and they lay there kissing softly. Eventually Gerard nips at his bottom lip and mumbles "coffee," and Ray slowly disentangles them to begin the day.

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FAAAAAAAAAAAAVORITES!

*watches it again*

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Oh god, they giggle so much during sex. CANON IN MY HEAD NOW.

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Awwwwwwwww. Ray is not a pet, Gerard!

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Yay!

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Ray would, however, be amenable to petting!

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Sometimes during cuddle time Gerard is drinking coffee or drawing with one hand and the other just starts gently petting at Ray's head without him even noticing what he's doing.

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aww, and Ray hums a little under his breath while he's playing Nintendo and Gerard glares at people who talk over it.

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THEY ARE MY FAVORITE. I am not sure what I can tell you about them that you do not already know, though. Oh! I think sometimes they are kind of passive aggressive because they are so worried about hurting each other's feelings! And eventually they'll just talk it out and snuggle, but sometimes they snuggle before they talk it out, and then their cuddling is a little angry, and Ray pokes Gerard with his elbows and Gerard gets squirmy and won't let Ray relax, and then they know that they have to talk.

AND THEY ARE ADORABLE THE END. <333333333

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I have to go to bed RIGHT NOW, because I have a giant day tomorrow...but there's Gerard! And Ray! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. ♥

So Ray's crush on Gerard is getting embarrassing now. Gerard will shuffle a hand through his lank, unwashed hair, and smile sheepishly, and then Ray has to have alone time.

Gerard is soft and pale, and he smells rank 99% of the time, and above all, still a basement dwelling weirdo in every part of his life, aside from on stage but Ray doesn't care. In fact, he's finding it endearing

He needs helps. But who to turn to?

In the end he chooses the lesser of many evils and talks to Frank. Mikey would actually be more helpful, but Ray is pretty sure 'oh hey I want commit wanton acts of lust with your beloved sibling -should I?' would stretch Mikeyway's limits.

Maybe. Who knows, with Mikeyway? Dude is a bundle of mystery and odd hair. And Otter would just slap him on the back and advise him to drink until it didn't matter.

In the end, Frank is actually helpful. He listens to Ray's lame crush quietly, playing with his gross pot dreds, and nods occasionally. Then he slaps Ray on the back. Ray sighs. He's never been much fond of the back slap. He preferred a bit of a cuddle.

"Dude, you totally just got to surprise him, and then bam! Orgasms all round. Don't try to talk it out. You guys will be there for ages." Frank grins, making several obscene hand gestures, showing Ray exactly how he should 'surprise' Gerard.

Ray's blushing, and kind of wishing that he'd never brought it up in the first place...but Frank is right. He just has to suck it up and try something.

"I agree, Frank...but man. What if he doesn't..like me that?" And, wow, could he be any more of a 12 year old girl? Frank giggles.

"Nah, he told me the other night that he feels like he's been objectifying you, because he keeps jerking off thinking about your mouth." Frank says, and Ray feels both relief and horror.

"Um...okay then. Well, thank you for this. I'm going to go over here now."Ray leaves, blushing so brightly, he's pretty sure he's glowing. But now at least, he's a man with a plan.

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(OK I SRSLY HAVE TO GO TO BED NOW. I WILL BE BACK, I SWEAR!)

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BWEEEEEEEEEEE baby boys with crushes!!!

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I know this is is supposed to be Ray/Gerard day, but, um FRANK FOR THE MOTHERFUCKING WIN!

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Oh, man, ANGRY CUDDLING. I can see that so clearly! *__*

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!!!!!!!!!!

I'm too sleepy to make any drabbles coherent right now, BUT. While at my bff's house last night, we were looking at this

pic for the millionth time, as you do, and I had never noticed Ray's hand on Gerard's head before, and my heart exploded. OTP OTP OTP. :DDDDDDD I will never get over how he's just holding him. Cuddles!

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Um. This got absurdly long. Also, it's entirely

llassah's fault.

lordessrenegade: i was thinking of moulin rouge, actually. HIS GUITAR CAN ONLY SPEAK THE TRUTH.

llassah: hee! Like a griffin, or something

lordessrenegade: oooh, do griffins do that too? ...i bet gerard would love a pet griffin

llassah: griffins, I think- you can't lie around them? I could be talking out of my ass. But a stowaway griffin would cause so many problems in that case \o/.

llassah: (problems on the tour bus. Gerard would hide him, and suddenly shennanigans involving truth would occur *nods*)

lordessrenegade: eeeeee omg i really kind of want that. plus, baby griffin, trying to snuggle with bony mikey, and getting tangled in ray's hair! <3

It had big eyes.

That was finally the excuse Gerard used, when everyone found out. It had big pleading eyes, and it was hungry and dripping in the rain, looking up at him like he was the best thing that had ever happened to it. So he'd fed it a chicken finger. And then when it curled up in his lap, its big muddy paws making prints all over his uniform, he gave it another one, and watched it munch contentedly, eyes narrowing to happy little slits as it nuzzled his shoulder. Its head was all feathery and soft when he petted it, and its wings fluttered against its back when he scratched between its shoulderblades.

When he put it back down and tried to leave, he turned to find it hovering at eye level, wings flapping, eyes looking just as big and round as Frank's did when he really wanted something.

Those eyes were the reason My Chemical Romance found themselves with a pet griffin.

He kept it in the bathroom in the back lounge, the one no one ever used. He fixed up a little nest of pillows and blankets in the tub, and it curled up in them, burrowing into the blankets and peeking out at Gerard until he leaned over and scratched behind its ears.

He meant to keep it a secret, but there are only so many things one can hide on a tour bus, and a baby griffin is not really one of them. Gerard came in one day to find it sitting in Mikey's lap, the two of them staring intently at each other. Gerard started to say something, but Mikey waved a hand at him. "Shh," he said. "I think I'm winning."

The griffin blinked first.

Frank would play catch with it when they stopped at rest stops, throwing things as far as he could, and watching the griffin flying after them, landing on its oversize paws and more often than not tumbling head over heels into Frank's legs. It was still in the galumphing puppy stage (or whatever the griffin version of a puppy was. they'd tried to research, but the internet was surprisingly unhelpful on how to care for your baby griffin), and it moved clumsily, especially on the bus when it was in motion. Usually then, he'd curl up in Gerard's bunk, or sprawl out behind Bob on the couch, making contented little snuffling noises when Bob would lean back and use it as a pillow.

It was fascinated with Ray's hair. It would sit beside him and stare intently until he moved a particular way, and it would stand up, wings flapping to keep its balance as it clapped its paws and tried to catch a piece of Ray's hair between them. Ray would smile indulgently and tug its tail in front of its face until it started chasing that instead.

"You can't keep it," Brian said over the phone after Mikey had emailed him pictures of it riding around on Frank's shoulders.

Of course we're not going to keep it, Gerard tried to say, but what came out was "It makes Mikey smile," instead.

He could practically hear Brian shaking his head, and when he hung up, the griffin was sitting on the kitchen counter, trying to stick its beak into Gerard's coffee, and looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"You know," Gerard said, "living on a tour bus is really no kind of life for you." The griffin huffed at him, jumped off the counter, and rolled around on the floor wrestling with a game controller for a while.

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Gerard and Ray were the ones who took care of it, most of the time. Ray would feed it when he got up in the mornings, and it slept with Gerard, curling up against his side and twitching a little as it dreamed. Frank would take it to shower with him, and when it came back, it would be damp and cuddly, pressing up against everyone's legs until Gerard would towel it down and brush out its coat, running his fingers through the delicate feathers on its wings and head.

"You're going to be a good dad," Ray said one day, watching the griffin squirming around in Gerard's lap as he petted it through a towel, then looked totally horrified that he'd actually said that out loud.

Gerard beamed, and was distracted enough that the griffin was able to wiggle away from him and flap across the room to land on Ray instead. Gerard tossed him the towel, and Ray wrapped it around the squirming little animal, toweling vigorously until it was a puffy ball of fuzz in his lap.

"You too," Gerard said, and they sat there grinning dopily at each other over the griffin's head until Mikey walked onto the bus, crossed between them, announced, "I'm going to go have phone sex with my wife," and disappeared into the bunks.

Gerard was a little traumatized by that, so Ray distracted him by putting in a horror movie and letting Gerard curl up with his head in Ray's lap. The griffin stretched out on top of him and dozed off like a sleepy blanket, and Gerard drifted in and out of sleep to the sound of its tiny snores and the feeling of Ray's fingers stroking through his hair.

He almost thought it was part of the movie when he heard Ray talking about the days when they'd sit and do this in Gerard's basement, the two of them wrapped up together under blankets, passing beers or mugs of coffee back and forth between them. But he could feel Ray's voice through his body, and that was how he knew he wasn't imagining it when Ray said that he remembered the time Gerard had kissed him.

They'd been a little drunk, a lot exhausted, leaning against the headboard and flipping channels while they talked about the show they'd played that night. Ray had been complaining about something he'd done wrong, and Gerard had just wanted to make him feel better, just wanted to stop him from having that awful unhappy sound to his voice, so he'd leaned up and pressed their mouths together, just to keep Ray from saying anything more. Ray's hands had been warm and solid against his back, pulling him onto Ray's lap, tugging them close together, and they'd eventually fallen asleep like that, wrapped around each other and kissing lazily under the covers.

In the morning, Ray had acted like he didn't remember.

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"You were drunk," he said now, staring at the tv instead of at Gerard. "I didn't want to be that guy."

"You're not," Gerard said, "you were never that guy," and he sat up to kiss him, startling the griffin off the couch. It sulked away to go find someone else to cuddle with, while Gerard and Ray pulled a blanket over them and thoroughly ignored the rest of the movie.

It was Bob who finally figured it out, after telling Brian very earnestly over the phone that the only reason he'd done half the things he'd done in the past ten years was because Brian had been the one to ask him. He'd hung up, looking totally stricken, and disappeared behind Mikey's computer, until he finally shoved it into Gerard's lap.

"Look what you did," he said. Gerard stared blankly at the screen until Bob pointed. "There, right there. 'Anyone near a griffin cannot tell a lie.' This is entirely your fault. That thing is a hazard on a tour bus."

They all turned to look at the griffin, who was grooming itself in the corner. It paused and looked up at them, then sneezed, flapping its wings and falling back against the doorframe.

"Oh yeah," Frank said dryly. "He's deadly."

Gerard leaned over to scratch between the griffin's ears. "I'm sure Ma will take him, next time we're in town, until we can get our own place," he said to Ray, then flushed bright red. He tried to correct himself and say until I can get my own place, but could only cough instead.

Mikey patted him on the back. "The truth thing won't bother her," he agreed. "She's never been anything but brutally honest."

"And until then?" Bob asked, glaring warily at his phone, which had just started buzzing in his hand.

"Try not to confess your undying love for Brian again?" Frank suggested, then ducked under Bob's swinging arm and darted for the bunks, Bob close on his heels.

Mikey glanced between Gerard and Ray, then leaned down to give the griffin a piece of his muffin. "Good work," he told it, patting it on its head, and followed Bob and Frank out of the room.

"Our own place, huh?" Ray said, tugging Gerard down into his lap, and Gerard tucked his face into Ray's shoulder.

"Remind me not to talk again until we can drop this guy off in Jersey," he said.

Ray laughed, and Gerard could feel it through his chest. "Don't worry," he said. "I already know all your secrets," and he leaned in to kiss him some more.

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The last night of a tour is always a weird mix of chaos and stillness--some people like to run around getting in as much partying and as many pranks as they can in the time that's left, and some people like to just lie around and bask in the knowledge that the next time they have to get on a bus, it'll be to go home.

Ray's already on the bus, because Frank and Cortez have roped Bob into helping them wreak some kind of havoc somewhere and Gerard's off with Lyn-z doing...whatever it is they do, stare soulfully into each other's eyes while holding hands or whatever, and for the first time in days, the bus is quiet enough that Ray can hear himself think.

"Ray?" someone says, eventually, and he looks up to see Gerard standing in the door of the studio, fidgeting in place a little.

"Hey, man," he says. "What's up?"

"Um. If Lyn and I were getting married, would you be my best man?"

Ray's eyebrows go up, and he sets his guitar aside. "Seriously? Do you think you're going to?"

Gerard's smile could light up a city. "Looks that way, yeah."

"Dude!" Ray gets to his feet, holding his arms out for a hug. "That's so awesome, congratulations!"

Gerard hugs him tightly, still beaming when he pulls back. "So you'll do it?"

"Of course I will," Ray tells him. "Just let me know when."

"Okay," Gerard says, and retreats back to the doorway, pulling out his phone. Ray picks up his guitar again, but he can't help overhearing Gerard's half of the conversation.

"Yeah, he said he'd do it. Uh-huh. Yeah. Oh, you found someone? Great! Yeah, okay, I'll see you soon. I love you."

He hangs up, and then turns back towards Ray with an expectant look.

"...What?" Ray asks after a second.

Gerard fidgets some more. "Lyn found someone who's an ordained minister, so, uh..."

Ray stares at him for a second. "--Oh, shit, you're getting married now?"

"Yeah," Gerard says. "I mean, I guess it's a little quick, but we both feel like if we're sure about wanting to get married, there's not really much point in waiting," Gerard finishes, making earnest eyebrows.

Ray looks at him for a second, and then shrugs. "Okay."

Gerard blinks, apparently having been expecting more resistance. "Really?"

"Yeah," Ray says. "I mean, sure, it's a little sudden, but if you're sure, then...okay."

Gerard beams, and hugs him again. "Awesome! Thanks so much, dude."

Ray squeezes his shoulder, grinning. "Come on. Let's go get you married."

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**FLAIL**

Gerard/Ray and bonus Bob/Brian... and a GRIFFIN PUPPY!!!!

I...

Hi, can I keep you?

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