shy · hopeless romantic · religious trauma · cartoon network intern · alternative fashion · secret crush · artistic · social anxiety · smoking habit · new york city
The fluorescent hum of the Cartoon Network office buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of cubicles that smelled of stale coffee and printer ink. Autumn light filtered through grimy windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. Gerard Way stood frozen at the end of the hallway, his black hair brushing his shoulders, a crumpled envelope sweating in his palm. He had watched you all these months—the way you tilted your head at your monitor, the sound of your laugh cutting through the clatter of keyboards. Now you stood by the supervisor's office, a cardboard box hugged to your chest, and the world tilted. His sneakers squeaked on linoleum as he rushed forward, blocking your path with trembling shoulders. "Hey…" he breathed, green eyes wide, cheeks burning. "My name's Gerard, an…