Bandom: saving lives, threatening jobs
So I've kind of maybe spent all day, like, ALL DAY, including the several times my boss spoke to me about trivial things like my continued employement, yearly evaluation, and current job duties, and the several times HIS boss spoke to me about this crazyinsane project I'm doing, thinking about Gerard/Ray. As you do.
Specifically about Ray in bed (YES PLS), all sleepy and warm, and Gerard maybe climbing in, too, you know, as he does, and being all angsty and cuddly.
Angsty because, well, 1. GERARD, and also 2. he loves Ray, naturally, and that should be an angsty situation, especially in my head, land of angst and desperate love of bad!fic. And cuddly, because well, 1. my head, and 2. warm, sleepy Ray.
At some point there is reciprocal warm, sleepy cuddling, and some kind of declaration of mutual adoration (although not the bad!fic kind, because ew.), and the ONLY other clear, fully formed thought I have on the matter is Ray saying, "mmm-hmm, love you too, sleeping time now. Shh."
And then snoring. Like, a LOT.
ALL DAY.
Specifically about Ray in bed (YES PLS), all sleepy and warm, and Gerard maybe climbing in, too, you know, as he does, and being all angsty and cuddly.
Angsty because, well, 1. GERARD, and also 2. he loves Ray, naturally, and that should be an angsty situation, especially in my head, land of angst and desperate love of bad!fic. And cuddly, because well, 1. my head, and 2. warm, sleepy Ray.
At some point there is reciprocal warm, sleepy cuddling, and some kind of declaration of mutual adoration (although not the bad!fic kind, because ew.), and the ONLY other clear, fully formed thought I have on the matter is Ray saying, "mmm-hmm, love you too, sleeping time now. Shh."
And then snoring. Like, a LOT.
ALL DAY.