#bullets ray

[karadashofficialslop]

gerard being nervous when ray first comes in the studio, hoping he doesn’t accidentally act too bossy to him .but ends up finding out how much ray likes being taught what to do in many ways okayyy

[karadashofficialslop]

bullets gee cuddling with ray .. and ray keeps talking about how good gerard sounded when he yelled into his mic. so he asks gee to show him how to do the same in bed ok ok um post .

[afterbirthonthekeypad]

ive been looking at this edit of bullets ray for hours now. i love him i love him i love him

[cyberstabbing]

"grab your girl... and then shoot her in the head" - ray toro

[mythical-syrup]

I can’t stop thinking about when ray said “we can’t eat beeferoni without forks”

[mcrwall]

[bio--exorcist]

My mom saw this on my story and thought I was actually asking where the forks were shkdkjsjk

[rpf-bat]

We Like To Play

Pairing: Ray Toro x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @chloethebinch. “Can you do a Ray X Reader imagine where he takes his girlfriend, the reader, to meet the band for the first time and they love her?”

"They're going to love you," Ray assured you as he pulled his guitar case from the trunk of the car.

"I really hope so," you said nervously.

'They', of course, referred to the other four members of My Chemical Romance, your boyfriend's band. You loved music, so you'd been so impressed when Ray told you he was a guitarist in a musical group. He'd given you a copy of their new album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love.

"We recorded it in our friend's basement," Ray had said shyly, scratching at the back of his fluff-covered head. "It's not the most cohesive album in the world, and Gerard recorded half his vocals with a toothache, but, um, I hope you like it."

You'd loved it, especially the guitar parts that Ray composed. He was so talented.

"It's really important to me to get to know the guys," you told your boyfriend seriously. "After all, who knows? Maybe in a year or two, you'll be touring the country with them."

"You really think we're going to get that big?" Ray asked.

"Don't you?" you smiled. You thought the guitarist really needed to have more confidence.

"I mean, I hope so," Ray admitted. "But, you never know. I mean, Frank's dad was a musician his whole life, but he never got known outside of Jersey."

"Frank's the other guitarist, right?" you recalled.

"Yeah, I think you're going to like him," Ray smiled. "Practice is about to start, so he should be inside already."

"Let's go, then," you smiled, lacing the fingers of Ray's free hand with your own.

"Toro finally brought his girl!" said an excited voice as soon as you walked into the studio. The speaker had dreaded hair and piercings. You recognized him from photographs as Frank.

"So, she's real, then?" teased the drummer.

"Doesn't look like a blow-up doll," said a man with glasses, giving you a faux scrutinizing look.

"Shut up, Mikey," Ray blushed.

"Hey, I like your Batman shirt," called a black-haired man in a hoodie.

"Thanks," you grinned.

"That's Gerard," Ray introduced. "He's really into comic books."

"Nice to meet you, Gerard," you greeted, offering a hand, which he came over and shook. "I'm Y/N."

"Hi, Y/N," Gerard smiled.

"I'm Frank," Frank said, next in line for a handshake.

"I'm Mikey."

"I'm Otter!"

"It's so good to finally meet all of you!" you said. "Ray talks about you all the time."

"He talks about you to us, too," Mikey confessed. "'Y/N is so pretty', 'I can't get over how cute Y/N is'...."

"Did you really say that, Ray?" you blushed.

"It's not my fault you keep doing cute things," Ray protested.

"So, Y/N, you listened to our record, right?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, I thought it was really good," you nodded.

"Your boyfriend's a musical genius," Frank complimented. "Totally his fault."

"We've got a show tonight, at Maxwell's," Gerard reminded. "Will you come, Y/N?"

"We'll comp your tickets," Mikey offered.

"Thanks," you said gratefully. "I'd love to see you guys perform."

"Well, you can see us practice, first," Frank pointed out. "Ray, plug your guitar into the amp."

"I'm nervous," Ray hesitated.

"Dude, has Y/N never seen you play live before?" Gerard gathered.

"And you've been together how long?!" Mikey added, shocked.

"T-two months," Ray mumbled.

"Dude, it's time," Frank encouraged. "Come on, let's start with 'Honey', alright?"

"Ok," Ray surrendered. He plugged in his instrument and began the opening notes of 'Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Both Of Us'.  

Watching his fingers dance over the strings fascinated you, and by the time Frank joined in with his rhythm, you were bobbing your head to the music.

"Hey, Toro, she seems really into it," Gerard noticed.

"Hush and sing the verse," Ray said, flustered.

"Sorry," Gerard chuckled, and switched to his distinctive singing voice. "The amount of pills I'm taking....."

As the song went on, Ray looked up at you shyly as he played. You smiled at him reassuringly. It warmed your heart when he smiled back.

You listened to the band practice for a few more hours. Ray's guitar sounded even better in person than it did on CD. And there was some kind of energy the guys had that no recording could capture, even though they were only playing to an audience of one.

"Hey, it's almost six," the drummer pointed out, checking his watch.

"Yeah, if we want to start the show on time, we better start heading over to Maxwell's," Mikey nodded.

"Gerard and I can start loading the van," Ray nodded, unplugging his guitar and putting it back in its case.

"I'll help," you offered. But, Mikey stopped you on your way out the door.

"Something wrong?" you asked, wanting to follow your boyfriend, who had already left the room.

"Not at all," the bassist said quietly. "I just....I've known Ray longer than any of the other guys. And I've never seen him look as happy as he did when he walked in here with you."

You were touched by Mikey's comment. "Thank you," you said gratefully. "To be honest, I was really worried about whether you guys would like me or not."

"We love you," Mikey assured you. "And, more importantly, Ray loves you. It's obvious from the way he looks at you."

"Thanks, Mikey," you smiled. You could see why he was one of Ray's best friends.

"Now, let's get going," he said, grabbing the case that held his bass guitar. "It's time for your boy and I to melt some faces."