ROLL WITH IT [g.way x reader]

Chapter 23: The Surprise

"I doubt that," you dismissed, with an embarrassed chuckle — however, you went up in the lift with the rest of the band, and saw them to their rooms, before you went along to Gerard's to let him know that you were okay.

You stood in front of the door for a solid minute, trying to decide how to look as good as possible, only stopping that line of thought when you realised you were trying to impress him. Why the fuck would you need to do that? It's not like you were going to flirt with him or anything...

Not that you'd want to. Not that the notion had ever crossed your mind. Nope.

See, what you had thought about was Gerard initiating the flirting, since you were less outgoing.

Aha, there. Acceptance at last.

You knocked on the wood twice, then in around three seconds, Gerard was in front of you, in his Star Wars pyjamas. You had but a moment to take in how cute he looked, with his hair curled and dishevelled, before he immediately hugged you, causing you to blunder unsteadily on your feet with a yelp of surprise.

"Fuck, ok," you gabbled, patting him on the back awkwardly. "Hello to you too."

"Hi," he replied simply, not removing himself from you.

"So... how are the ding dongs, 'n stuff?" you blurted out, unable to find anything else to say.

Gerard laughed at that, pulling away partially to see your face, "Ding dongs 'n stuff?" he teased.

"I don't know, the bingus bongus, the ups and downs," you gabbled, with a pained expression, digging your hole even deeper.

He hid his face, to disguise his snorts, before giving you a brief kiss on the cheek, and hugging you properly again. "I've missed you," he confirmed, with a sigh.

"I've missed you more," you retorted.

You felt him inhale, as if he were about to say something, but then Brian Schecter appeared from out of the room adjacent, and you both parted in order to see him. "Gerard, for the love of — why the hell are you still in your goddamn pyjamas?" the manager groaned, "We're going in fifteen, and you're on after Linkin, so get yourself together. I'm phoning the others."

As he rushed off towards the lifts, you turned back to Gerard, and stated, "You should get ready, and I should too."

"Yeah," he agreed, "catch up later?"

"Uh huh," you assured, "after the concert."

-

Turns out, the concert went far better than you could've ever expected. You put on your best show yet, and the crowd was pretty damn enthusiastic, meaning you got to interact with them more than usual, including clapping and singing along to your songs. It was oddly fun, despite your nerves bogging you down before you went on stage, so the night as a whole was good.

You also reunited with Linkin Park, and Chester in particular expressed relief at your safety. You had been pretty warmly received by everybody — excluding MSI, who had just been jackasses the whole time, with Jimmy even throwing in a 'harmless' joke about your previously suicidal mindset.

When you got back to the hotel, you had a small chat with Harvey at the doorway of your suite, about tomorrow's journey to Virginia. "You'll be leaving at two, so that gives you time to get lunch, and then we'll be off," he told you.

"Yeah," you nodded, rubbing your tired eyes.

"You good?" he asked as a precaution.

You blinked, before smiling exhaustedly, "Yup. Just tired is all."

"Alright, well I'll leave you be," Harvey assured, "remember to get a good night's sleep."

You nodded in agreement, and as he retired into the room next to yours, you were just about to close off for the night, when you heard somebody call your name again. Turning around, you saw Gerard, who at last reached you, a little out of breath; "Sorry, were you about to sleep?" he asked, pushing a strand out of his face — he seemed uncharacteristically serious.

"I've got a minute," you answered, with a wobbly grin, looking at the floor anxiously so you wouldn't get distracted by... just him in general.

"I was just wondering... Harvey was talking earlier," he gestured briefly with his hand, "and mentioned that you told him he should get his heart checked out. I just thought that was kinda funny, because he said... he'd never told you? So he was just as confused as I was."

You swallowed nervously. "Odd conversation topic you picked," you wheedled.

"It just kinda came up, 'cuz we were talking about how you have a knack to see what's coming," Gerard responded, before adding, in a more serious tone, "I'll be honest, I'm starting to get a little confused by it. At first I thought it was just a talent you had, but after hearing that, it's kinda been on my mind all day."

"I—" you inhaled shakily, "listen, if I told you certain things about me, you'd probably send me to a psych ward."

"You really think I'd do that?" he sounded hurt. "It can't be that bad. I just wanna know if — I don't know, you've been rooting around in personal records or—"

"God fucking damn it," you cut him off abruptly, "I'm from the future, Gerard."

There was a pause, as you both fully digested what you'd just said.

No way back on it now.

"What?" Gerard finally stuttered, "(Y/n), I don't—"

"In 2011, a man called Barack Obama will become president of this country," you gabbled desperately, "in 2016, the UK will leave the European Union, in — in 2012, the Olympics will be hosted by London, in 2017, Qatar will be exposed for funding militant extremist Islamic groups, in—"

"(Y/n), breathe," he reached out and rubbed your shoulders, inadvertently calming you down, "please."

"You don't believe me, do you?" you spoke in a small voice.

"I..." he trailed off, before saying gently, "I'm not saying I do, I'm not saying I don't. I just — didn't think time travel was a thing."

"Yeah, neither did I," you confessed, "I ended up here by accident. I was originally in 2022, and now I'm here, and — please don't look at me like that, if you think I'm insane, then just say it to my face."

"I don't think that you're insane," he shook his head. "I'm just... a little shocked, is all. I mean, it makes kind of sense, looking at it, I just..."

"It's difficult to believe," you finished, rubbing your forehead, "I know, I do. But I'd appreciate it if you could at least give it a think before dismissing me as crazy. Please," you gave him a pleading look.

Gerard softened, and let out a small chuckle, "This really is some comic book shit, huh?"

Your shoulders dropped in relief, and you laughed along with him for a moment. "Yeah, I suppose. Thank you, Gerard, I don't know how you put up with me."

"Am I the only one you've told?" he asked gently.

"Yeah," you admitted.

"Oh, so I'm special," he joked, his smile bright and uplifting.

"You've always been special," you blurted out before properly processing that statement. Then, you checked your watch, and asked him hesitantly, "Can we talk about this more tomorrow? I can give you any answers to anything."

"Okay," Gerard propped up your chin with a finger, and gave you a kiss on the cheek, "I'll talk to you tomorrow, darling."

"Mhmm," you mumbled, immediately shying away, and shuffling back into your room. You bid each other goodnight, before you shut the door, and slid onto the floor with a little 'thump'.

It hadn't really been the way you'd wanted to tell him, but it was the next best thing, you supposed. And he'd taken it surprisingly well.

Gerard Way really was something special.