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The Enigma’s Anomaly
Epilogue: Or the One Where Two ***ing Dorks Are Being ***ing Adorable
“Frank, do you know when our reservation is for?” Gerard calls to me.
“Hell if I know, you’re the one who made it,” I shout back.
“Shit,” I hear him say and he walks into the room, then looks at me sitting at the dining room table. “You know I was thinking that I’d kind of just like to blow it off. I don’t want to go to some fancy restaurant.”
“Is it because last anniversary we had our car get chased into a tree and we ran through the forest for a couple of hours?”
“That’s partially why I don’t want to, yes,” Gerard nods, and takes a seat in the chair next to me. He peers around at the laptop screen in front of me, and I roll my eyes.
“So you don’t care about fancy dining on our anniversary? One whole year!” I joke, and he shakes his head drowsily.
“It’s only as special as the person I’m spending it with,” Gerard says and I gag at the cheesiness of his words. “No really! I mean I’d rather stay here and eat pizza while watching movies than go to some snooty high class restaurant with portions the size of my pinky finger.”
I frown and look at him, putting the laptop screen down to look at him better, “You know, if I’m going to be completely honest, pizza sounds fantastic.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I nod. He grins, and I entwine my foot with his under the table playfully.
It doesn’t matter to me what we do, as long as he’s there. I just like it when he’s there, and being lovable, but that really doesn’t take much effort for him. He just needs to breathe. I’ve always liked lazy days though, because no one judges you when you decide not to put pants on. Actually sometimes the best things happen when you don’t have pants on.
I like making faces at him across this table. He always rolls his eyes at me, and tries to ignore me, but then he’ll look up and laugh. I like making Gerard laugh, it’s my favorite thing in the world. He’s got the cutest little giggle. He then proceeds to make faces back at me and it makes me remember why I fell in love with him.
“We should watch the last Harry Potter movie,” I say.
“Why?”
“No reason,” I say with a shrug.
An hour later I do manage to convince Gerard to watch Harry Potter. It’s important to me that we watch it, and I make out with him to the point where I forget we’re watching it. That’s one of the things I most want to do with my life.
“You’re kinda cute,” I say.
“Kinda?”
“I don’t want you getting all arrogant and realizing you’re too good for me, so I have to underplay your cuteness,” I reply.
He grins and says, “due to the fact that you say things like that, I think any judge would confirm that you are, in fact, the cute one.”
“Nuh-uh,” I say shaking my head overzealously. “I don’t have the words, nor would I ever try to find them, to describe how adorable you are. I’m a blotch of paint on a blank piece of paper, and you’re the Sistine Chapel.”
“Right,” Gerard says skeptically. He’s got his torso leaning against the arm of the couch, with his legs on top of mine. He always seems to find the most awkward positions comfortable, and I mean that in both a dirty and innocent sense. Honestly though, I think it’s the cutest thing. He’s the cutest thing. I may joke about it, but he really is perfect in my eyes.
Living with him has been the best experience of my life as well. It’s kind of like every day is a sleepover with my best friend.
The sun is starting to set, and I’m vaguely aware of it from the corner of my eye where the window is open. Sometimes I worry about how often we keep the curtains drawn, because sometimes I am spontaneous. I mean that in both a dirty and innocent sense as well.
“I was thinking,” Gerard says, apropos of nothing.
“That’s a dangerous thing to do,” I say.
“Well, I was just thinking that you’re kind of perfect.”
I grin, even though that’s not exactly true, “Are you sure?”
“I’m pretty sure. But what I was thinking was that I should marry you,” Gerard says.
My heart stops a little bit, “What was that?”
“It’s a proposal that maybe you and I should get married.”
“That’s no way to do it,” I reply.
“Oh sorry,” Gerard says, and reaches into his pocket, “I did get a ring. No diamonds, but I thought it would suit you.”
He shows me the little box and it’s honestly like a fairytale or something. It’s just a little silver band with some etching on the side, but it’s nice. It’s simple, but I like it. It’s Gerard that’s holding it though and that’s what I find the most exciting. It could be a fucking elephant riding a pogo stick on tight rope, but it would mean absolutely nothing to me if it weren’t for Gerard.
“You’re being completely serious, aren’t you?” I ask.
“Well I love you,” he shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“Well I love you,” I answer.
“So do you wanna marry me, maybe?”
“Only if you get on your knee,” I reply.
“The ground is dirty, it’s unsanitary,” Gerard says, and I know he’s joking, but he looks completely serious.
“Well then I won’t marry you,” I say.
“That’s unfortunate,” Gerard shrugs, and he closes the box.
He makes to put it back in his pocket with me staring at him incredulously, but I stop him and grab his hand, “that’s mine.”
“You want it?” Gerard asks cheekily.
I make my best puppy dog face, and Gerard just glares back at me. Then his face softens and he starts giggling.
“Why are you laughing at me?” I ask.
“Because you’re such a fucking dork!” Gerard answers.
“A fucking dork that you’re gonna marry,” I snarl, snatching the box from him.
“Oh am I?” Gerard says with a satirical tone, as he looks at me from behind his long lashes. It’s dark apart from the movie playing in front of us, which to be honest, I’ve completely forgotten about, as was the goal. Really, can you blame a guy when there’s a much more dazzling sight sitting right next to him? Gerard is pretty dashing if I do say so myself. He’s so pretty his face could cure blindness.
“Yes, because you love me,” I say defiantly.
“Yeah, okay,” Gerard shrugs, and grabs my body to pull me into him. Gerard buries his head in my neck, with his arms wrapped around my waist, and it’s so fucking perfect. Like, it’s indescribable. I don’t know how I got to be here. Things couldn’t turn out this perfectly if I’d found a djinn in a bottle. Or made a deal with a demon. My life is fucking amazing, and it’s because of Gerard.
Gerard smells like coffee and flowery shampoo. I quite like it, it’s very Gerard-esque. He’s also warm, and god he’s like a giant teddy bear. Everyone loves teddy bears.
“I do love you though,” Gerard hums, like he’s falling asleep, “quite a bit actually.”
“Is it because of my quick wit, and charming personality?” I ask.
“Yes,” he answers, sounding serious compared to my joking tone.
“God, you’re such a fucking dork,” I say rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, but I’m you’re fucking dork.”
~*~*~*~
I wake up the next day, Monday morning, with a groan. The sun isn’t even up yet, and I look at the way the faint blue light spills from under the curtains. The room is almost completely dark with the only light coming from the alarm on the bedside table, and that little line of light from the window. I don’t want to get up, I’m too warm and comfortable where I am.
I sigh and roll over to look at the man lying next to me. Gerard is still asleep, eyes closed delicately. His hair is covering his ears and forehead, but I can see the frame of his face despite that. He looks so precious like this, and I don’t want to stop looking at him, because he really is so beautiful. His chest rises slowly with his rhythmic breathing, and it calms me to hear him. It calms me also to see him looking so carefree and peaceful.
I love that he has nothing to worry about though. No one is trying to kill him, he’s got a great job, Mikey is safe, and I’ll be here with him forever. Until he gets tired of me, I’ll stay here, but I don’t think he’s going to get tired of me. I don’t mean any arrogance when I say that I think he loves me. I just do. I really do. Really really. Maybe not as much as I love him, but he does love me a lot.
When I was a little younger I used to be such a romantic, though I never admitted that to anyone. I was though, reading Jane Austen novels, and hiding smiles at the end of Disney movies. There would always be that gut feeling I’d get in my stomach when I really believed the love connection on the screen. When I really believed that it was real, even if they were actors, I just really loved that. It was sort of like the feeling you get when you’re drinking hot chocolate on a rainy day. It’s just warm, and fills you with content, and I used to get that during cheesy kissing scenes. I say ‘used to’ because it’s not a rare thing anymore. That’s every minute of my life when I’m with Gerard. Every single second, it’s like I’m filled with liquid happiness. He makes my life colorful with colors I’ve yet to understand.
He’s my fiancé. He’s Gerard, and I love him. I don’t want to go into work this morning, but I know that everything is okay. Everything is okay because tomorrow and every day after that, I’m going to wake up to him right here with me. I finally have what I’ve wanted this whole time. I have him.
“Hell if I know, you’re the one who made it,” I shout back.
“Shit,” I hear him say and he walks into the room, then looks at me sitting at the dining room table. “You know I was thinking that I’d kind of just like to blow it off. I don’t want to go to some fancy restaurant.”
“Is it because last anniversary we had our car get chased into a tree and we ran through the forest for a couple of hours?”
“That’s partially why I don’t want to, yes,” Gerard nods, and takes a seat in the chair next to me. He peers around at the laptop screen in front of me, and I roll my eyes.
“So you don’t care about fancy dining on our anniversary? One whole year!” I joke, and he shakes his head drowsily.
“It’s only as special as the person I’m spending it with,” Gerard says and I gag at the cheesiness of his words. “No really! I mean I’d rather stay here and eat pizza while watching movies than go to some snooty high class restaurant with portions the size of my pinky finger.”
I frown and look at him, putting the laptop screen down to look at him better, “You know, if I’m going to be completely honest, pizza sounds fantastic.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I nod. He grins, and I entwine my foot with his under the table playfully.
It doesn’t matter to me what we do, as long as he’s there. I just like it when he’s there, and being lovable, but that really doesn’t take much effort for him. He just needs to breathe. I’ve always liked lazy days though, because no one judges you when you decide not to put pants on. Actually sometimes the best things happen when you don’t have pants on.
I like making faces at him across this table. He always rolls his eyes at me, and tries to ignore me, but then he’ll look up and laugh. I like making Gerard laugh, it’s my favorite thing in the world. He’s got the cutest little giggle. He then proceeds to make faces back at me and it makes me remember why I fell in love with him.
“We should watch the last Harry Potter movie,” I say.
“Why?”
“No reason,” I say with a shrug.
An hour later I do manage to convince Gerard to watch Harry Potter. It’s important to me that we watch it, and I make out with him to the point where I forget we’re watching it. That’s one of the things I most want to do with my life.
“You’re kinda cute,” I say.
“Kinda?”
“I don’t want you getting all arrogant and realizing you’re too good for me, so I have to underplay your cuteness,” I reply.
He grins and says, “due to the fact that you say things like that, I think any judge would confirm that you are, in fact, the cute one.”
“Nuh-uh,” I say shaking my head overzealously. “I don’t have the words, nor would I ever try to find them, to describe how adorable you are. I’m a blotch of paint on a blank piece of paper, and you’re the Sistine Chapel.”
“Right,” Gerard says skeptically. He’s got his torso leaning against the arm of the couch, with his legs on top of mine. He always seems to find the most awkward positions comfortable, and I mean that in both a dirty and innocent sense. Honestly though, I think it’s the cutest thing. He’s the cutest thing. I may joke about it, but he really is perfect in my eyes.
Living with him has been the best experience of my life as well. It’s kind of like every day is a sleepover with my best friend.
The sun is starting to set, and I’m vaguely aware of it from the corner of my eye where the window is open. Sometimes I worry about how often we keep the curtains drawn, because sometimes I am spontaneous. I mean that in both a dirty and innocent sense as well.
“I was thinking,” Gerard says, apropos of nothing.
“That’s a dangerous thing to do,” I say.
“Well, I was just thinking that you’re kind of perfect.”
I grin, even though that’s not exactly true, “Are you sure?”
“I’m pretty sure. But what I was thinking was that I should marry you,” Gerard says.
My heart stops a little bit, “What was that?”
“It’s a proposal that maybe you and I should get married.”
“That’s no way to do it,” I reply.
“Oh sorry,” Gerard says, and reaches into his pocket, “I did get a ring. No diamonds, but I thought it would suit you.”
He shows me the little box and it’s honestly like a fairytale or something. It’s just a little silver band with some etching on the side, but it’s nice. It’s simple, but I like it. It’s Gerard that’s holding it though and that’s what I find the most exciting. It could be a fucking elephant riding a pogo stick on tight rope, but it would mean absolutely nothing to me if it weren’t for Gerard.
“You’re being completely serious, aren’t you?” I ask.
“Well I love you,” he shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“Well I love you,” I answer.
“So do you wanna marry me, maybe?”
“Only if you get on your knee,” I reply.
“The ground is dirty, it’s unsanitary,” Gerard says, and I know he’s joking, but he looks completely serious.
“Well then I won’t marry you,” I say.
“That’s unfortunate,” Gerard shrugs, and he closes the box.
He makes to put it back in his pocket with me staring at him incredulously, but I stop him and grab his hand, “that’s mine.”
“You want it?” Gerard asks cheekily.
I make my best puppy dog face, and Gerard just glares back at me. Then his face softens and he starts giggling.
“Why are you laughing at me?” I ask.
“Because you’re such a fucking dork!” Gerard answers.
“A fucking dork that you’re gonna marry,” I snarl, snatching the box from him.
“Oh am I?” Gerard says with a satirical tone, as he looks at me from behind his long lashes. It’s dark apart from the movie playing in front of us, which to be honest, I’ve completely forgotten about, as was the goal. Really, can you blame a guy when there’s a much more dazzling sight sitting right next to him? Gerard is pretty dashing if I do say so myself. He’s so pretty his face could cure blindness.
“Yes, because you love me,” I say defiantly.
“Yeah, okay,” Gerard shrugs, and grabs my body to pull me into him. Gerard buries his head in my neck, with his arms wrapped around my waist, and it’s so fucking perfect. Like, it’s indescribable. I don’t know how I got to be here. Things couldn’t turn out this perfectly if I’d found a djinn in a bottle. Or made a deal with a demon. My life is fucking amazing, and it’s because of Gerard.
Gerard smells like coffee and flowery shampoo. I quite like it, it’s very Gerard-esque. He’s also warm, and god he’s like a giant teddy bear. Everyone loves teddy bears.
“I do love you though,” Gerard hums, like he’s falling asleep, “quite a bit actually.”
“Is it because of my quick wit, and charming personality?” I ask.
“Yes,” he answers, sounding serious compared to my joking tone.
“God, you’re such a fucking dork,” I say rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, but I’m you’re fucking dork.”
~*~*~*~
I wake up the next day, Monday morning, with a groan. The sun isn’t even up yet, and I look at the way the faint blue light spills from under the curtains. The room is almost completely dark with the only light coming from the alarm on the bedside table, and that little line of light from the window. I don’t want to get up, I’m too warm and comfortable where I am.
I sigh and roll over to look at the man lying next to me. Gerard is still asleep, eyes closed delicately. His hair is covering his ears and forehead, but I can see the frame of his face despite that. He looks so precious like this, and I don’t want to stop looking at him, because he really is so beautiful. His chest rises slowly with his rhythmic breathing, and it calms me to hear him. It calms me also to see him looking so carefree and peaceful.
I love that he has nothing to worry about though. No one is trying to kill him, he’s got a great job, Mikey is safe, and I’ll be here with him forever. Until he gets tired of me, I’ll stay here, but I don’t think he’s going to get tired of me. I don’t mean any arrogance when I say that I think he loves me. I just do. I really do. Really really. Maybe not as much as I love him, but he does love me a lot.
When I was a little younger I used to be such a romantic, though I never admitted that to anyone. I was though, reading Jane Austen novels, and hiding smiles at the end of Disney movies. There would always be that gut feeling I’d get in my stomach when I really believed the love connection on the screen. When I really believed that it was real, even if they were actors, I just really loved that. It was sort of like the feeling you get when you’re drinking hot chocolate on a rainy day. It’s just warm, and fills you with content, and I used to get that during cheesy kissing scenes. I say ‘used to’ because it’s not a rare thing anymore. That’s every minute of my life when I’m with Gerard. Every single second, it’s like I’m filled with liquid happiness. He makes my life colorful with colors I’ve yet to understand.
He’s my fiancé. He’s Gerard, and I love him. I don’t want to go into work this morning, but I know that everything is okay. Everything is okay because tomorrow and every day after that, I’m going to wake up to him right here with me. I finally have what I’ve wanted this whole time. I have him.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is a really long A/N, but given the circumstances I think it’s understandable. I just can’t believe how far I’ve come with this story. This started out as a side story. I wasn’t really going to give it that much, because I was writing “Sweet Home... Minnesota?” and I thought that would be my next big story, but then this thing came out of nowhere and look where it got me. I think that mostly what this story was for me, was just fun. It was fun to write. I’ve loved writing it, even when I was tired and didn’t really want to update, I still loved it. Every minute of this was a wild ride.I love looking back and remembering how I started this. I posted the first chapter only minutes after writing it on pure adrenaline. Originally I called it “The Botched Assassination.” Originally it was only about fifteen chapters. Originally Gerard was never supposed to find out about Frank’s past.
Banks was always the killer though, and I love looking back at all my slight little hints at it. I doubt a lot of you saw them, but if you go back, you’ll notice that I did put as many different conversations about the comic book villain Gerard had created as I could. I even said things like “the guy he’s based off of is so twisted” and stuff like that, but you only ever took any notice when I really threw it in your face with that dream.
It’s been a lot of fun writing this for you guys, and for myself, and I hope you liked it. This is probably going to be the best story I ever write, my legacy, but hopefully you’ll be seeing a lot from me. Thanks for reading, thanks for the comments, thanks for the recs, but thanks the most for your love and support.