Only for coffee PT 2 / BandBreakupFresh! Gerard x Ex! Girlfriend Reader
A/N - hey babies! Thank you to @cub1clez for the ideas on a second part of this.. now we can FINALLY make out- I MEAN UH next question 🥹 I loved this story so much thank you so much for liking my little idea I crafted at like 5 in the morning.. anyways mama loves you guys very much and will make sure her strap is good for each and EVERY one of you 🩷 enjoy!!
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Gerard accepted your plea deal to coffee and ONLY to coffee, you wanted to keep this meeting private knowing how all of your friends were gonna react, you could hear it all now.
“Didn’t you say you never wanted to speak to him again?”
“Didn’t you find him cheating on you with some girl at a basement show?”
“Didn’t he miss your literal birthday party and said that he had to take care of something but really he was at another late night party?”
All of those factors were true, you and Gerard had a past history of just breakup on breakup to getting things back together the next day, you loved him.
Now here you are, stepping out into the crisp autumn air, leaving behind the warmth of your apartment. The cool breeze greets you immediately, brushing against your cheeks and slipping through the gaps in your jacket just enough to remind you that summer is long gone. You pull it a little tighter around yourself before making your way toward the coffee shop he picked because, of course, he already knew just the spot.
The sidewalks are alive with the quiet rhythm of the afternoon. Cars roll past in a steady stream, their tires humming against the pavement, while the occasional honk fades into the distance. Dog walkers stroll by at an unhurried pace, their pets eagerly tugging at their leashes, noses buried in piles of golden and crimson leaves scattered across the ground. Conversations drift through the air as strangers pass one another, some carrying grocery bags, others balancing warm drinks between their hands.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the earthy smell of fallen leaves, carried on the breeze long before the café comes into view, til you realize.. This coffee place was the first place you both met and had your first date, GOD! Why didn’t you think of it when he told you where to meet? Has it really been that much of a foggy memory?
You have to be kidding me fucking Gerard way you mutter in your head. You walked closer and found him waiting outside, wearing that damn jacket with that stupid scarf, the one you remembered him wearing every fall.
"There you are!" he called, grinning. "Come on, it's cold as fuck out here."
You stopped dead, staring at him.
“Gerard, are you kidding me?" you asked. "You're taking me to the place where we had all our firsts?"
"Oh yeah.." He let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I uhm didn't really think about it.. I swear it was just a coincidence!"
The way he laughed made it obvious he was trying to play it off.
"Ha, okay way" He held the door open for you, a wave of warmth greeting you as you stepped inside. He followed close behind, removing his scarf as he did, then led the way to a quiet, private table for the two of you, you sat down watching him take off his jacket then putting them down on the chair, neatly placing the scarf over.
“Hey.. coffee on me, the usual or did you switch it up?”
“Oh uh.. usually can you add a mozzarella cheese sandwich to that? Make it toasted”
“Yes ma’am” he’d walk off to join the line letting you have yet another moment to ponder to yourself.
You must have been lost in your thoughts, because you didn't even notice him returning until the soft clink of ceramic against the table pulled you back to reality. He carefully set your steaming cup and plate in front of you before lowering himself into the seat across from you. A familiar grin spread across his face the same sly, almost teasing smile he seemed to wear so effortlessly, as if he always knew something you didn't. He leaned back comfortably, his eyes lingering on you for a moment, clearly amused by how far your mind had wandered.
"Welcome back," he teased with a quiet chuckle, resting an elbow on the table as he waited for you to collect yourself.
“Thinking of how to speak with me? You’re okay”
“I just.. kind of have a lot of questions to ask” you played with your cups outting, kind of nervous
“Well, for starters, I'm sorry for everything I put you through back then. I was very self-centered and, honestly, just plain cruel to you. I had everything I could have wanted, and I was too blind to see it at the time. Looking back, I realize how stupid I was. I messed it all up, and I truly regret it.” He took a sip of his coffee before turning over to the window “You don’t understand how much I've been wanting to see you” he added “I’m also glad you left when you did as much as I hate to say it..”
“Can I ask why that is, Gee?" You folded your arms across your chest, suddenly aware of how heavy it felt to breathe. Your chest tightened, dragging you back to that night, the memories rushing in before you could stop them.
Gerard stared at the floor for a long moment before finally speaking.
"I got pretty bad on drugs," he admitted quietly. "Really bad. I became so addicted that I was completely strung out. I didn't feel like I had any control over my life anymore. Every day revolves around getting high, and everything else just.. disappeared. My physical health fell apart. Mentally, I wasn't there anymore. I was trapped in a cycle I couldn't escape, no matter how badly I wanted to stop."
He paused, swallowing hard.
"It got so bad that I honestly thought I was going to die." His voice cracked. "Looking back.... it was one of the darkest, most terrifying times of my life."
Gerard blinked rapidly, his eyes glossy with tears. Seeing him struggle to keep himself together made your heart ache. Without thinking, you reached over and gently took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze and a silent reminder that you were still here.
He let out a shaky breath before pulling his hand away, rubbing at his eyes.
"It's not an excuse," he whispered. "Nothing about what I did to you can be excused. I need you to know that if I could erase it every lie, every time I disappeared, every way I hurt you. I would. You didn't deserve any of it."
Silence settled between you.
As you sat there, pieces of the past began falling into place. The days he'd vanish without a phone call. The unanswered texts. The broken promises. The excuses that never quite made sense.
For so long, you'd wondered where he went.
Now, for the first time, you understood.
It didn't erase the pain. It didn't undo the nights you spent worrying or the hurt he'd caused.
But it finally explained why.
“Hey.. I appreciate you telling me Gerard really, don’t blame yourself because you simply didn’t know what was going on in your head at that moment” he nodded, he didn’t know what else to say which was understandable especially in this situation.
“Can I ask why you started your band? I heard some of your stuff! You have a real talent” you smile making him laugh, you missed it
“Yeah.. the band was awesome, met a lot of great people while on the road..”
The topic change seemed to lighten his mood. He became noticeably more relaxed and began talking in greater detail about why he started My Chemical Romance. Rather than giving a simple answer, he walked me through the motivations behind forming the band and what that period of his life was like. As he spoke, he naturally drifted into side stories from touring memories of unexpected moments on the road, interactions with fans, and the day-to-day experiences that came with life in the band. Each story added context, making the conversation feel less like an interview and more like listening to someone reflect on a defining chapter of their life.
“We left Ray at gas stations sometimes, we didn’t mean to but it was funny in the moment” your laugh came out naturally, almost like nothing left between you two, he could stare at you for hours.
Time passed by, it was now turning on 5
“Fuck it’s 5??” You looked at the clock in shock
“I suppose it is.. you have somewhere to be?”
“Oh no just.. surprised at the time that’s all” you stretch leaning back in the chair
“I should get going, I have little squirrel friends who like to have their peanuts at this hour”
“I’m sorry? Squirrel friends?” You laugh in shock as he got up putting his coat and scarf back on
“Yeah, they randomly started coming into the bird feeder in my yard so I as a peace treaty feed them peanuts” oh my god he was serious
Leaving the small coffee shop, back into the cold breeze of fall outside Gerard had that look again but this time you didn’t have to address it
“Hey, I hope this isn’t to head on but..”
He was gonna ask it again
“…Dinner? Oh me! come on we’re already out”
“Very tempting Gerard, but I’m not dressed for a dinner date” you blushed deeply seeing his head turn fast pulling you close to his face
“Date? Like you’d let me take you on one?”
“Haha! Calm down.. maybe let’s say next Saturday?”
“Yes.. yes! That’s perfect!!”
You smiled before grinning, your fingers curling lightly into the front of his jacket as you pulled him closer.
Gerard blinked, caught completely off guard.
"What?" he laughed nervously, his cheeks turning pink. "You're looking at me like that again."
"Yeah... and it's making me forget how to think."
You couldn't help but laugh. His excitement over a single "maybe" was impossibly endearing.
"You know," you murmured, "you're still cute when you're flustered."
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The city buzzed around you, but it faded into the background as your gaze drifted from his eyes to his lips and back again.
"So..." he whispered, barely smiling. "Does this mean I actually have a chance?"
Instead of answering, you closed the small distance between you.
Your lips met his in a soft, hesitant kiss.
For a heartbeat, he froze in complete surprise.
Then he melted into it, one hand carefully resting at your waist while the other found yours, as if he couldn't quite believe this was real. The kiss was gentle, warm, and filled with the nervous excitement that had been building between you all afternoon.
When you finally pulled away, you were both smiling.
Gerard stared at you, completely speechless.
"...I-I think," he said after a long pause, laughing breathlessly, "I'm definitely going to remember this until next Saturday."
You laughed, giving his hand a small squeeze.
"Good," you teased. "Because now you really have to plan that date."
His grin stretched from ear to ear.
"Oh, trust me," he said, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I've got a whole week to make it perfect."
