#mcr x reader

[rdiowx]

MCR + GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

Mikey

Roommate Ghost mikey

“Watching” scary movies

He’s your popular college friend

Sigh, fucking your friends bother

Gerard

Fucking him, but hes sick

Fucking him, but YOU’RE sick

I think its cold in this audio?

Tired gee 😸

Frank

I think this counts as puppy Frank

Church boy frank

Pretty sure you guys hook up in an alley in this one

Puppy frank 👍🏽

RAY

Incubus Ray!

More demon Ray

Needy ray

HE BAKES!

GIDEON

Now,,why did he start playing angry birds

Is this more somnophilia

G-man has to be his alternate personality

Enemies to lovers😔

Bonus audios i was gonna add but didnt know who for

I was sorta flabbergasted tbh

Even more mythos

Gulp

Alright im done now 🥳

[s1ushyz]

'Tis the season for some festive red hair gerard!

[zapsproblems]

tw: dddne, sh, drug use, nsfw, i can’t stop thinking about this i just need to get it out of my head

helping each other engage in self destructive behaviours… taking turns slowly slitting each others wrists in between intimate kisses… putting brightly coloured pills under each others tongue before moving down to put your tongue on something else…

[cobraaah]

Pairing•(Vampire!Basememt!Gerard Way ♡ Fem! Reader)

Warings•18+ smut, don't care if minors interact or lurk but be careful, Mentions of blood, finger riding, blood drinking?, hes such a little cutie pie, dunno what else to put, I'm terrible at warings, not prof read

A/N• uhhhhhhhhhh yeah. . I witteraly have no energy to write long stuff so you guys get these short little things.

Word count•485

Blood Sucker

The stinging sensation on the side of your neck, his pathetic grip on your shirt as he lets out small moans and whines against you as he sucks on your neck sucking the blood from you. All of this was making the pit in your stomach burn, eating you alive from the inside out, relief was needed as your hips slightly jerked against his hand that's in your shorts. Gee promised to get you off as he drank from you, but he got lost in his own moment he forgot about yours. But how could you stay mad at the whiney boy in front of you? His sight was truly pathetic with how his eyes were closed shut, greasy black hair messy and strewn about, and the painfully hard boner confined in his pajama pants.

With another grind of your hips, his hand delicately moved with instinct, two fingers easily gliding inside you as his thumb rested on your clit. A soft moan escaped you at the sudden intrusion, and your grip on his hair tightened, pushing his face further into your neck. His fingers lazily thrusted in you, thumb hardly rubbing against your pleading pearl. "Gee. .," The soft whine of his name seemed to bring him back out of his dazed state, briefly detaching from you and giving your neck a few soft licks. A soft apology leaves his lips, and he whines against your neck as his fingers drive into you with more meaning, thumb pushing against your clit roughly.

His mouth attacks your neck once more, and your hand goes down to grip his arm as you try and match his fingers movements with your hips. The familiar loopy feeling of light headness when Gee feeds on you slowly creeps over you. Your breath hitches as his fingers push against the spot that makes you squirm. Whines and whimpers leave you as your climax quickly washes over you, head all fuzzy and light. Soft breathing and pants are all can be heard between you both, Gerard softly nuzzles your neck as he holds you close to him. The growing damp feeling near your thigh makes you move a little in his lap. A soft gasp can be heard from Gerard as you accidently rubbed against his clothed softening cock. A weak giggle left you as you noticed Gerard finished already by you doing nothing to him.

As Gee leans back to look at you, his face quickly contorts to worry like it always does when he feeds off of you. "S. .Sorry baby.. let me go grab a cloth or. . something..," His voice wavering slightly, the blood covering your neck unsettling him a bit, knowing he caused that to you. He moved you off his lap and makes sure your comfortable before going off to the bathroom to grab a cloth and a bandaid for your neck. Gerard is such a sweetheart.

[2therazor]

hi :))) ive been craving content about basement era gee x reader

imagine him being just the sweetest nerd in the world experiencing love for the first time <3 so dear

could you write something about that? :)

maybe ill turn this into a full blown fic sometime but for now here’s some of my hcs >:)

- i just imagine he would be so awkward, especially when it comes to approaching people

- he probably had a few classes with you and was too nervous to even say anything but the second you said something to him he was so excited because he wouldn’t have been the initiator

- I feel like once you start to get to know each other he’d be so much more talkative, like was that even the same kid who sat next to you in your still life drawing class? and was he always this fucking cool?

- one day after class you saw him waiting for you by the door and he had finally gained the courage to ask you to “hang out” or yknow… pretty much a date, and you would happily oblige

-after a few coffee dates you quickly became inseparable, it was so nice to have someone that was so easy to talk to and shared the same interests as you

-gerard quickly became “gee” and all of your friends would tease you about how giddy you became when you mentioned him

-gerard on the other hand, hadn’t really experienced feelings like these before and quickly began to realize; wow this is love! after days of pondering to his friends, he finally decided to ask you to be his significant other.

-he was always so attentive to you and so kind, which had kind of shocked you due to past (not so great) relationships

-you shared many nights in his parent’s basement in his room listening to countless records and CDs he had piled up on the floor, always finding each other with tangled limbs and shirtless by the morning :)

(holy shit guys I GOTTAAAAA turn this into a fic, just made myself all hot and heavy not gonna lie)

[girlofthesunxoxo]

are you mine now ? | mikey way

synopsis : mikey way and y/n had a pretty serious rivalry going on which always made things tense when they were together with the band. but what happens when the boys purposely put them in the same hotel room for a night ?

note : decided to make this at four in the morning ! with a migraine and fantasy in mind !😉 also this may not be completely realistic lololol

includes. handjob (male receiving), no actual smut (sorry) kissing, making out (😭) and i think that’s all.

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none of the fans knew of the feud mikey way and y/n had. or had they suspected it. the only ones who knew were their closest friends / bandmates and they had disregarded it as silly bickering or as frank liked to call it, “weird flirting tactics.” but both mikey and y/n knew it was more than that.

mikey, at first had no problem with y/n, that was until she pointed out something he was a little insecure about. and from then on, he just assumed she was a bitch. disregarding whatever his bandmates said trying to convince him saying, “she really is a nice girl but they just got off on the wrong foot.”

y/n just loved getting under mikeys skin. sure, some might call her a bitch because of that but it was just so fun. when y/n pointed out that little habit mikey did, she didnt do it out of bad intention. she literally had a crush on the boy at first and she felt terrible that he took the remark as an insult. she had tried to apologize but he would just ignore her and whenever he did talk to her, it was to criticize her about something. and from then on, his title of “her crush” was long forgotten about and was replaced with “her enemy” as childish as it may seem.

after a concert where everybody was exhausted, they headed towards the hotel. during the ride there, gerard, ray and frank sent each other nervous glances while y/n looked at them weirdly.

“why are y’all looking at each other that way ?”

they stayed silent besides frank who smirked and scooted closer to her, “say, you dont care who you room with, right ?” making her even more confused.

“i literally dont care as long as i get some sleep.”

frank just looked at gerard and ray before throwing his arm over y/n’s shoulder. he sighed and smiled as if he knew something she didnt. y/n rolled her eyes and rested her head on franks shoulder trying to get some sleep before they get to the hotel.

mikey noticed them and clenched his jaw while rolling his eyes. something that did not go unnoticed by ray who nudged gerards arm and mumbled something he couldnt hear.

they finally stopped at the hotel, mikey being the first one out but not before “accidentally” stepping on y/n’s shoe making her jolt awake. “ow !” which mikey only responded with a mumbled, “whoops.” y/n bit her tongue as to not say anything. frank chuckled as he led her into the hotel.

“hello !”

the receptionist politely nodded her head in greeting to ray. y/n dozed off on the hotels couch next to gerard as frank, ray and mikey got the room keys. she only awoke when she heard a loud, “what” coming from mikey as he looked over at her.

she and gerard walked towards the rest of the group as mikey eyed y/n. “what happened ?” she questioned as everybody stayed silent until ray broke the silence, “you and mikey are rooming together…” he trailed off, waiting for a reaction.

y/n only pursed her lips and muttered a quiet, “great.” anybody could tell that was sarcasm which made mikey scoff.

y/n didnt care that she was rooming with mikey. she really didnt. okay, maybe a little but only because of her small crush on the boy. even through all the insults hes thrown at her, she still harbored feelings for him. which only angered her more.

she took the key card out of his hand and made her way over to the elevator. she noticed he wasnt following her instead glaring at his brother and friends. “im going to lock you out if you dont hurry up, mikey.”

he finally looked at her and quickly walked inside the elevator with her and as the doors closed, she caught a glimpse of the boys snickering.

she could not even begin to explain how awkward she felt alone with him in that elevator. not only was it small, it was also really hot. she could only hope it wasnt too hot in the room. she also hoped mikey couldnt see the blush rising to her cheeks as she felt his shoulders brush against hers and their fingers would lightly tap each other.

after what felt like an eternity, the doors finally opened and she quickly walked towards their room as mikey slowly followed after her. she unlocked the door and held it open for mikey before laying down on the bed and letting out a sigh.

“we’re both going to be adults and share the bed, right ? because im really not in the mood to fight with you, mikey.”

she felt the bed dip beside her and opened her eyes to see mikey nod. after gathering her pajamas, which just consisted of a shirt and little shorts because as expected, it was slightly hot in the room. she made her way towards the shower as mikey laid on the bed waiting for her to finish.

when y/n returned from her well needed shower, she noticed mikeys eyes trail over her body before he blushed and quickly walked over to the bathroom.

it was only a couple of minutes before she saw him exit the bathroom with a towel in his hand as he rubbed it against his hair. shamelessly, she watched with butterflies in her stomach, a light blush on her cheeks and a tingling sensation in her core.

she couldnt believe she getting turned on by mikey way drying his hair.

she shook her head before moving her gaze to the book she brought and began reading. mikey returned to his space on the bed, laying next to her on his side facing her. she could feel eyes on her but she couldnt bring herself to look at him. she was already feeling hot and she was sure if she made eye contact with him, she would turn into a tomato and explode everywhere. thats how much of a crush she still has on him.

but she decided it was worth the risk of exploding so she turned her head towards him which caught him off guard causing him to cough lightly and try to look somewhere else.

“mikey ?”

“hm ?”

“why…why dont you like me ?”

mikey turned to see her pout and slightly furrowed eyebrows as she asked him a simple question.

a simple question that left him speechless. he didnt necessarily not like her. she just made him upset. really upset, sometimes. hell, at first he had a huge crush on her. but he tossed his feelings aside during the beginning of their “rivalry” because he was afraid she didnt feel the same way.

“i…i.” he couldnt finish his sentence.

y/n only nodded before putting her book on the beside table and turning off the lamp next to it. she tried not to let it affect her as she turned over so she wasnt facing him anymore. seriously, he has said much worse in the past but actually hearing him not able to say anything stung worse than the insults.

“wait, y/n.”

he turned his bedside lamp on so only his side of the room was lit up in dim lighting. she turned around and sat up so she was facing him, he exhaled a breath before explaining himself.

“i dont actually hate you… i just - i just thought you didnt like me because of what you said when we first talked.”

“gerard told me you took it in that way but i seriously didnt mean it in a bad way. i actually kind of thought it was cute and meant it as a compliment but then you started insulting me so i gave up on trying to talk to you. but i am sorry it seemed i meant it in a bad way.”

she finally apologized which caused a weight to be lifted off her shoulders.

mikey felt horrible. knowing the girl he had a crush on didnt insult him and actually found him cute and that he misunderstood the whole thing was so embarrassing. he could feel himself grow red as he covered his face with his hands.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows before moving in front of him and taking his hands from his face.

“whats wrong ?”

“i feel so embarrassed. this whole ‘rivalry’ happened because i misunderstood a simple compliment. im so sorry, y/n.

y/n lightly chuckled before holding his hands and lifting his chin with her other hand so he was looking at her.

“its okay. at least we’re friends now, right ?”

mikey smiled before nodding his head. he looked into her eyes before he glanced at her lips causing her to blush for what felt like the millionth time in the last couple of hours. she could feel her whole body heat up before feeling an ache between her legs.

“can i kiss you ?”

she didnt even think when she said those words. mikey was caught off guard as his eyes widened but he quickly nodded his head. she instantly leaned forward and met his lips, it was a soft kiss that only lasted a couple of seconds before she pulled away. it was as if she could see mikeys eyes sparkling before he pulled her back into another kiss.

this one more heated and intense than the first as she wrapped her arm around his neck and started lightly tugging on his hair while her other hand was caressing his blushed cheek. after a particularly harsh tug, he groaned and she pulled away to apologize but the whine that came out of his mouth told her to do otherwise.

mikey tugged on her shirt and she quickly pulled it off before doing the same for mikey. she gently pushed him down on the bed before climbing on top of him and sitting down on his clothed erection. they kissed sloppily and with a few breathy giggles, they finally broke away once reality began to set in.

“are you sure you want to do this ?” y/n had never been more sure of anything in her life.

“of course. do you want this, mikey ?”

“god yes, please.” mikey felt so desperate that he was willing to beg on his knees just for anything to happen.

y/n trailed her hand down mikeys stomach to his thighs, completely ignoring where he wants her to touch him the most at. he whines against her lips when he feels her nails trail up and down his thighs, teasing him and he could feel himself growing harder by the second. he was starting to feel impatient so he grabbed her hand and placed it on his clothed dick, he moaned slightly from the pressure she was putting on it.

she rubbed his dick a few more times before pulling his sweatpants and underwear down, she glanced at mikeys flushed face and back down to his dick which was leaking a little pre-cum. he wasnt too big and he wasnt too small, which came as a relief to y/n. nobody wants to feel like they’re getting split in half.

she gently wrapped a hand around his hardened dick and stroked a few times, she heard his whines and moans and could see his stomach tensing as she stroked faster.

he quickly put his hand over hers and stopped her from continuing.

“what, whats wrong ? do you want to stop ?” her concern evident in her hurried voice.

“nonono, its not that !! i just dont want to c-cum too fast.” he said, looking anywhere but her.

she softly giggled while slowly continuing her movements, “awww you dont want to cum so soon ?”

he only nodded in response while letting out small moans.

“dont worry baby, i want to make you feel good.”

[deaddovediner]

Weirdo (!basement era Gerard Way x reader !fem)

warnings/triggers: Gagging, Oral sex (male receiving), Exaggerated writing, Degrading, Swallowing, Just overall filth and when I say filth I mean it- this is disgusting.

word count: 2066

Dead Dove Do Not Eat!

You never would have thought about Gerard if it weren't for Mikey, not too long ago, a few days before, Mikey asked you to come and hang out with him since y'all were best friends. But he forgot to mention that he's actually busy and not home. He didn't even text you or anything, so as you normally would have, you knocked on the Way house's door three times and waited for Mikey to open the door; but to your surprise it was Gerard that opened the door. Mikey's weirdo older brother who lived in the basement room underneath the house.

He was a freak, you never saw him, he was always in that basement doing God knows what, you only saw him when he was making coffee in the kitchen while you and Mikey gossiped; and not even that was a pleasant encounter.

"So? Where's Mikey? We were supposed to hang out today..." You asked Gerard, standing in the doorway.

"He- He's busy today, he went  to grab something from the store but, um he also said that he needed to do some business..." Gerard scratched the back of his head awkwardly and stepped aside from the door. "If you um- wanna spend the time uh, until he's back, I got some new comics, if you'd uhm want to- take a look at them." He avoids eye contact and for a second you thought he almost looks cute, if it weren't for his stink. 

Either way, you step inside the already familiar house and put your bag on a chair nearby, then you turn back to him.

"I mean- sure. I already walked this far why not. I'm not really a comic fan but, some of them are cool." You tried your best to sound interested even though you weren't, Gee was the last person on Earth you would want to be stuck with. However you didn't wanted to walk back to your house, so you figured that you'll stay some time and then go home, Mikey will be hearing about this later.

"They're in my room- You can uh come check them out in there." He gestures vaguely towards the basement door and stairs, and you catch a small blush on his cheeks. You can't help but frown a bit at that, you never liked him and he's a nerd, but as long as there is nothing else to do you guess it'll be fine.

"Okay? I guess- you lead the way." You let Gerard go back into the basement, and you're a few stairs behind him when the stench hits you. It's a mix between body odor, cigarettes and junk food. You try your best to hide the small gag, your body reacted to this monstrosity but you have to keep it at bay. 'It will be okay, I'll just have to bear it for some time, until I have enough courage to walk back home. It will be fine-' Your thoughts keep you occupied for some peaceful seconds as you finally arrived to the man cave that is.

"Sorry for the mess- I wasn't expecting uhm, visitors. They are somewhere here- I just got them yesterday; one of the new editions." He walks to a table that's full of empty but dirty dishes and papers, comics, magazines. While he's searching for the comic, you dare take a look around the room. It had a worn-out couch and an old television with a console and some games, there was Final Fantasy X-2 and some other RPG games you never heard of.

There are action figures almost everywhere and posters lined the walls, a real nerd's wet dream is this room. 

"Look, if you can't find them in this mess I don't blame you- I'm sure we can pass time in other ways. How about we play something? Do you know truth or dare?" He looked up from where he was, still searching for the comics, he seriously looked pathetic. His hair greasy and disheveled, his clothes messy with some darker spots of who knows what. He straightened himself and leaned back against the table trying to look cool, you almost huffed a laugh at the poor attempt of trying to look cool.

"Yeah, I know how to play it. I only played it once though- and that wasn't the very best either; but if you want to, then I guess uh, it's fine." The awkwardness of him makes this very entertaining to watch and you can't help but smile just a tiny bit at his pathetic try to win you over. So you figured why not make this interesting.

"Okay, I'll let you go first. I choose truth." You take a seat at the worn-out couch and wait for Gerard to come up with a question. He walks over to the couch and takes place opposite you with a fair distance between the two of you.

"What's your favorite comic? If you have one-" Now at that, you couldn't hold it in anymore so you chuckled and thought about it. He is so innocent yet very weird and disgusting you can't really compare to anyone or anything.

"I only read a few comics, but I'll say the OG Batman comics. My turn, truth or dare?" You have a sick plan, that if your calculations guessed correctly Gerard will like. You sit up on the couch, hugging your legs.

He takes a few moments to think about what he'll choose, "Truth." his eyes lock with yours as you contemplate what to ask.

"Have you ever been blown off?" You smirk satisfactory taking over you at the blunt question. You can see his surprise at your straightforwardness, a blush creeping up to his cheeks and ears, he even looks away in what seems like embarrassment.

"I- I haven't. No-" He still doesn't meet your gaze, but you're sure he can feel your eyes bore a hole through him as he confesses. "W- Why?" He softly turns back to you and looks at you with such a shyness you've never seen. You can't help but think about giving him one just out of pity, and you might actually just do that.

You snuggle closer to him on the couch, only so much though. He seems to notice your slight movement and he looks away.

"You wanna know how it feels like, don't you?" You ask in a teasing tone and with that smirk on your face he knows all too well why you're aksing this.

"Um- I, uh guess- um ye- yeah..." The blush he has is getting out of control and it just makes you move a tad bit closer again, like a predator, slowly approaching her prey. You don't even care about how disgusting he is but get turned on by his lack of hygiene. You knew that this was sick, that you shouldn't like this, that he's a weirdo, a freak. Yet you couldn't keep those naughty thoughts away locked in that dark place in your mind; they were escaping with every milisecond that passed.

"I'm bored of the truth or dare-" You moved closer again, "I want to play something else, or well- with something." you bit down on your lip, and found yourself next to him, he's siting sideways facing you, and you can see his bulge underneath the sweatpants.

"Wha- What are you doing?" You place a hand on his chest, pushing at him softly so he'll lean back into the couch. You just shake your head softly. He closes his eyes, probably just this soft touch is too much for him, your other hand trails to his waistband and you link two fingers in, just teaing him.

"Shhh- lean back and enjoy, I know you'll love it you weirdo." You whisper in his ear then plant a soft wet kiss under his ear. His skin tastes like sweat and bitter, he most likely haven't showered in a few days. The soft noises he does makes you smile, and it's cute how he grabbed a pillow to cover himself with, but you pull at his waistband as the one hand on his chest goes to grab his and pull it away with the pillow.

"Don't cover yourself you freak- Let me send you to heaven." You look back at him, somehow with lust, it seems impossible that you're really about to do this, however the idea of you giving this nasty freak his first blow job makes your skin all tingly. He complies and even though his eyes are closed he doesn't stop you from getting off the couch to kneel before him.

"Open your eyes Gerard, look at me..." You pull down his sweatpants in one smooth move and his boxer is now revealed to you, his hardened dick poking at the fabric, it looks painful so you remove it for him springing his dick free. He's not small but not huge either, just about the middle, average size.

"Ohm my- God!" He mutters under a breath when he opens his eyes, you lock gazes and you lick your lips before running a single finger along his size, he shivers under the soft touch with the smallest moan. 

"You're so disgusting, you know that? You don't even deserve this-" You curl a hand around him and stroke him softly, some pre-cum already drooling down from him. "You're such a creep- you like it when someone degrades you, hm?" You continue to stroke him softly and he buckles his hips to create more fraction. 

He can't form words so he just nods and leans his head back, letting out a long moan. You take that as invitation and so you put a hand on his thigh for balance then you lick up his dick. He tastes horrible, straight up disgusting and it makes you drool. With soft kisses you trail up his cock and when you reach the top, you take him in your mouth your tongue darting out to slide against his sensitive skin. You almost gag at the even worse taste and you can't help but whimper against his dick. It's like the more disgusting he is the more you enjoy, which is weird but also hot.

His hand sneaks into my hair, and you can feel the hesitation in his touch, but at last he grabbes your head by your hair and guides you to take him deeper. You look up at him as you deep-throat him, you gag around him but not because of his size, it's the taste that makes you gag yet it makes you moan at the same time. 

"Ugh~ I- I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum-" Gerard stutters out between moans and you can feel his dick pump in your mouth, so you slurp against him and lick around his cock plus adding a bit of teeth it makes the magic happen and he cums into your mouth. The cum tastes even worse, bitter and way more sticky then it should be, but you swallow, you swallow every single drop of his semen. With a loud pop you take him out of your mouth and clean up around your jaw, you swipe of the excess saliva with your T-shirt. Then after a big sigh you smile up to him.

"How was it? How was it to see the popular girl kneeling before you? With your dick in her mouth, hm? How was it to see your little brother's best friend lick you like a lollipop? Did you enjoy it? I know you did you nasty pig- You were moaning like a little bitch, it was cute." You stand from the floor as he tucks himself back into his boxer then his pants.

"It... It was amazing-" He looks away, seems like the awkwardness never left and he's back to his abnormal gross weirdo self. "I- uhm, thanks." He scratches the back of his head then looks back at you, you're still standing in front of him.

"Y'know, your cum tastes really bad- you should totally check it out or something, this is definetly not healthy, let it be from anything... Either way, I loved it-" With a soft turn you go to the stairs that lead to the house and you look back at him. "And don't thank me, loser. You're still really gross and I don't like you. If you DARE to tell this to anybody- I'll rip your head off." And so you left the basement, texted Mikey you're not going to wait for him and walked back home.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Pretty please literally anything basement Gerard related I love my stinky greasy smelly wife

Dating Basement Gerard Way - Headcannons

Warnings: Some angst

A/N: hello anon! I'd love to write a fic about basement gerard bc that is one of my favorite eras but if you're wanting a fic you're gonna need to be specific about what you're wanting hehe. in the meantime... headcannons bc i've got so many for basement gerard it's insane.

Dating Basement Era Gerard Way :)

Basement Gerard is quiet and shy. Like the name, he basically only ever hangs out in his basement bedroom which is covered in star wars postered, board games, comics, and other nerd shit. It's just who he is (and you love him for it)

You guys probably met through Mikey or a mutual friend because Gerard never leaves his room. Maybe you were playing D&D with Mikey and he popped his head out from behind a door.

He definitely wasn't the one who asked you to be his SO but he definitely fell for you first.

You guys have a lot of sleep overs together it's insane. And they're definitely at your house because Gee feels a bit insecure about the mess of his room (and you have a bigger bed to cuddle in)

Lots of make out sessions and physical touching in the privacy of your bedrooms but outside and in public it's like you're brother and sister (nothing happens at all)

Board game nights with MCR! Frank and Ray on one team, Mikey is always forced to be on his own team, and you and Gee are in another team.

Comic book store dates - going to the local store and then picking out comics for each other and reading them together in bed.

Way too many late nights 😭 Gerard is such a night person – especially since he draws and writes songs late at night. He'll 100% rant to you about the Umbrella Academy

He’s the kind of boyfriend who makes you mix CDs with obscure punk, post-hardcore, and goth songs. Each mix has a meticulously hand-drawn cover.

He writes heartfelt notes and occasionally slips fragments of lyrics into your texts. You catch glimpses of yourself in his songs, often described in poetic, melancholic ways.

Watching old-school horror movies is a regular activity. He pauses mid-film to tell you trivia or point out iconic shots, getting animated and excited :)

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Hope you liked this!!

REQUESTS OPEN

[mcrimagines]

Imagine: the Super Bowel with them.

Frank: Takes you to the big game and you get on the kiss cam, he laughs and says "Nooo me and y/n are just friends" You cry all night.

Mikey: He asks if you want to play your own foot ball and. I'll let you guess what happens next.

Gerard: He does not let you watch. The only superbowl you get is the Pot.

Ray: His team loses and he throws a beer bottle at your head and you have to call your dad and have him take you to the hospital :(.

[2-shots2-thehead]

- I try to picture me without you but I can’t -

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Summary : Basement Gerard era loser x reader headcanons bc I love that little creature

Pairing : Basement!Gerard Way (MCR) x GN!Reader (use of Y/n)

Warnings : Mentions of physical affection, slight angst if you squint ?

A/N : Sorry for not filling requests ring now !! I have a bunch in drafts but I’ve been feeling really burnt out and can kinda only manage headcanons like this- My illness (??) is getting worse now

- asdjkfjdjdhvsifnwnek

- i love him so much

- you guys met through mikey

- i mean, how else would you? this man never leaves his room (which is just his mother’s basement)

- the first time you came over to mikey’s house, he gave you a ‘grand tour’ of sorts, which included the basement

- gerard wasn’t home that day, but you took note of every interesting, quirky thing about his room

- Star Wars bedsheets, comics everywhere, action figures on little display shelves, and a few expensive-looking Lego sets

- you met gerard the next time you visited, but didn’t talk nearly as much as you wanted him to

- but that’s just because he was nervous

- it’s like that meme- he fell first, and harder

- so rightly, when you were over at his house, it was nerve wracking

- eventually he confessed..accidentally

- less of a confession, more..snooping

- you, mikey, and gerard were hanging out in the basement but he ended up leaving his diary open on the nightstand

- you didn’t mean to read it, of course, but..you couldn’t help yourself

- “they’re honestly amazing. everything about them holds a kind of beauty i’d never witnessed before them. y/n l/n. the one i unfortunately fell for, and have absolutely no chance with”

- after a very long discussion, excluding mikey, you guys started dating

- you have to reassure him a lot because he will kind of never not be convinced you could do way better than him ☹️

- can you blame him, though ? (i love hyping up my readers so much)

- you guys sleep over at each other’s houses a lot

- which is perfectly fine ‘cause, no matter how worried he was, your mom loved him

- it’s not like you brought home some punk bad boy

- just a nerdy little guy who can’t go ten minutes without referencing one of his favorite comics, or a new video game he just played

- a lot of said sleepovers consist of pizza and a classic horror movie

- it was a cheap option, and it was fun !!

- you guys slept at the same house more often than not, but the pizza and horror films were a friday night routine

- whenever you do stay at his house, he’s a little embarrassed because of his room

- 1. it’s just kinda always a mess, no matter how much effort he puts into cleaning it

- 2. all his decorations are nerdy, and surely you would never go for someone like that, right ?

- wrong !!!

- one of those reassuring times where you need to explain that he’s your boyfriend because he’s himself, and you love every nerdy thing about him

- this man owns like…a billion sweatshirts

- so if the weather is even remotely chilly, you’re probably wearing one (let’s be honest, you just want an excuse to show it off)

- he always gets really excited when you wear his clothes

- it’s not so much a turn-on like you see in fics, he just gets really happy because it shows that you’re not embarrassed of him

- and it makes him feel like he’s being helpful, and he strives for that

- he’s not big on pda, but he loves hand/ finger holding

- when you’re not in public though..

- this man just constantly wants to do everything he can to show how much he loves you

- and a lot of that is just kisses

- his main love language is quality time, id say, but he’s also very big on physical affection in the confines of one of your guys’ homes

- he remembers just about every single thing you tell him about yourself

- he’s never forgetting your favorite color. i mean, it’s important information !!

- you guys take Polaroids together all the time

- ^^^ mostly just him taking pictures of you

- not an insecurity thing, he just loves finding any possible way to ‘capture that beauty’

- you guys never really go on fancy dates, cause you don’t need to

- you’re both content with your cuddly hangouts

- but, when you do go out, it’s something fun like an arcade or record shop

- COMIC. SHOP. DATES.

- he loves just walking around the store with you and pointing out certain comics while spewing off a billion random facts

- long story short, he takes every geek-out chance he gets

- because he’s learned by now that you don’t mind it and, in fact, encourage it

- many a stay-in day spent in bed with him ranting effortlessly for hours while you just nod and play with his hair

[redroses07]

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gerard way probably tastes like cinnamon and coffee.. or cyanide.. smth like that

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

helloo! idk if youre taking requests, but if you do i was thinking of revenge era gee with fem reader who is also a well know singer. like shes on tour and does some festival mcr is playing at and shes really mainstream so the guys dont have high expectations on her music but then they watch her play and they're like "fuck, she actually does know what shes doing" and somehow her and gee exchange numbers and start texting all day long bc theyre both on tour

idk if this makes any sense tbh.

i saw one picture of ts on the red tour that looks like if it was taken with a shitty flip phone and thought of this somehow

anyway, feel free to ignore this and have a good day :D

Title: Happily Ever Accident

A/N: Hey y'all I know it's been actually forever but I saw this in my inbox and thought it was cute so managed to somehow write this amidst midterms season. Idk how but it happened. It's also not thoroughly proof-read because tbh I'm tried and lazy right now. But here's some content for y'all for once. Also, side note, but as I was writing this I was visioning reader as a Sabrina Carpenter-esc figure. Just in the sense of popularity, stage presence, etc. Pairing: Gerard Way (circa mid-2005) x F!PopStar!Reader Word count: 7,978 words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of insecurity

Low expectations. The constant standard he had set for almost every single festival his band was expected to play.

It wasn’t that Gerard didn’t like other people’s music, or festivals for that matter, but considering the label had cornered them into a small handful of non-genre restrictive ones he was annoyed. The culture, the vibes, the people- this was not his place. Not his band’s place, for that matter.

But commercialism was the name of the game, he had learned that early on. He was lucky enough the label had allowed their last album to be artistically driven by him, from songs and lyrics to the artwork on the cover. But there is always a quid-pro-quo in the entertainment industry. And playing at a mainstream festival was apparently one of them.

They wouldn’t have agreed to this had their last music video not gone over budget by a significant amount, and now they were paying the price. On top of that the label had encouraged them to be in public, watch other bands play from the VIP tents. Gerard narrowly lost his shit after trying time and time again explain that they needed time to prep for their show, get in the proper mindset, and that would take all the morning into late afternoon when they were finally on. The label exec begged to differ, giving no ultimatum.

“Fucking hell, if we have to listen to another fucking basic pop artist I’m going to lose my mind.” Frank sighed walking through the festival grounds. The group was by no means blending in, as three security guards stood around them and they could easily hear and see people left and right gawking at them as if they were circus animals.

“Good fucking luck with that.” Ray replied. He was never the sarcastic type, if anything he was the most mature and level-headed. So when he had enough, everyone knew it was bad.

“We have one more.” Gerard too sighed, sticking his hands aggressively in his jean pockets. “Then we’re off the fucking hook.” The group took sighs of relief out of sync.

“Who is it?” Frank asked, seeming halfway curious.

“Uh-“ Gerard stopped, checking his phone to see what their manager had texted them. “Great. Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“Fuck me.” Frank sighed. “My head is going to fucking explode. Listen, I like all music, but I cannot do this much commercial, manufactured pop.”

“I don’t know, her stuff doesn’t seem as bad as some of the others.” Mikey chimed in for the first time.

“How would you know? I’ve only heard her shit in Targets.” Frank speedily replied.

“Social media, I guess. Enough sound clips from her songs have blown up to make them pretty hard to miss.”

“I’m still keeping my expectations low.” Frank shrugged.

“It’s the last one, try to be somewhat positive.” Ray replied halfheartedly.

“We’re never going over budget on anything again.” Gerard quickly added, turning a corner to the next stage’s area. “I can’t fucking do this.”

She got nervous before shows. She was great at hiding it. But in the last few weeks every festival she was playing had crowds growing bigger and bigger. From what her manager had communicated to her approximately two minutes ago, she had the biggest recorded crowd so far for the second day.

Staring at herself in the mirror of the green room, she pushed every bad thought out of her mind. She even closed her eyes and imagined all the bad energy within her swooping out of her body in swirls of dust and being replaced with positive rays of sunshine. It might’ve been stupid, but it worked.

She opened her eyes, putting on her signature smile, looked herself up and down, reminded herself that she was incredibly sexy at the moment, and b-lined it for the door.

Anxiety be damned, her ambitions had gotten her this far and would get her further, she knew that much. She was happy at this point to be thrown into the group of “pop girlies” currently dominating the charts, because it meant she was catering to an already large fan base, and proving others wrong in their assumptions too.

Give a girl some platform boots, a tight outfit where the tops integrity around her chest was questionable, and a microphone- then you’ve got a pop star.

Gerard stood there amazed. He could not fucking believe it.

Three songs in and he was mesmerized. He wasn’t sure if he was more shocked with her or himself. He was trying to rack his brain for reasons to not like this, and blank answers came up time and time again.

To begin with, her songs were substantially above average for pop. They had creative instrumentals, catchy sounds, and her lyrics were truly the star of the show.

But then he took into account her as a person. She was quite attractive, sure. He had seen her enough online and in magazines to see at least that much, but he was sure most of the male population and a decent amount of the female population also saw that. But here, in this light, in that tight little outfit that showed off all the right things just enough to give a good idea, but still leave a good amount to the imagination, he was falling head over heels.

He was almost flustered with her perfection in his eyes, having to catch himself to make sure wasn’t staring like a dog at a bone. After all, there were enough people around to know him and take photos, which would lead to massive and weird speculation online that he simply didn’t want to deal with.

And her stage presence was empowering. She was confident, not selfish. She was sexy as much as she was innocent. She was clear in her intentions and messages, just as much when she left some ideas not fully complete to leave people longing and wondering.

Suddenly he understood all the teenage girls in the audience. She was fucking incredible.

“Told you.” Mikey said next to him with a smirk. It was hard for Gerard to look away from her, but he did. “Don’t always believe stereotypes man. You out of all people should know better.”

“That really wasn’t so bad after all.” Frank shrugged as the group walked back to their own green room, hidden in an array of tents set up on the edge of the festival grounds.

“Yeah, but standing in the heat for that long was exhausting.” Ray commented next, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. He was always tense until they got all the equipment set up and knew everything was going to go right.

“I don’t know man, that last show kinda rocked.” Mikey responded. “Been trying to tell you guys that not all pop artists are that bad.”

“Well, a lot of them are.” Frank quickly rebutted. “However, you are right, that last one was incredible. I just thought having a girlfriend who obsesses over pop music had gotten to your head.” Mikey rolled his eyes.

Gerard was silent, partially because he didn’t really have anything to say, and partially because he was hanging on to the last show. He learned through years of art school and sketching under cubicle lights that some of the best art was clear as day yet still left you thinking. That was how he felt at the moment. Dwelling in the really astounding feeling he had.

She had single handedly proved a lot of his fallacies wrong. And he saw with his very eyes how she managed to go from half the crowd being into her to the master tools her voice and movement had that puppeteer the crowd like a pro. Who was he kidding though- she clearly was a pro.

Turning a corner he was so lost in his thoughts, his body in auto drive and his vision turned to the cement ground. He knew he needed to stop thinking soon, get in the right headspace for his own show- and then he bumped into something.

His body lost a bit of its control as his right arm collided with something a bit smaller than him. Suddenly he regained all his consciousness as his stabled his footing again, turning his body to see what it was.

And there, low and behold, in those damn platform boots and an oversized hoodie that went so far down her thighs it was a dress, was the very woman who had captured his mind just minutes ago. She was lingering within him, and now she was right here.

Fate works in strange ways.

“Shit, I’m so sorry-“ She began, regaining her own balance as she clearly took more of a hit than he did given that she was shorter and had boots that, despite looking like they weighed a ton, he doubted helped to ground her any more.

“No, that was my fault.” He quickly interrupted, growing embarrassed as she looked up and he realized he had managed to be rude to her in the last 30 seconds not once but twice. “I should’ve been looking out.”

“Me too.” She calmly replied with a small smile, handing this with so much grace and calmness compared to his internal panic.

This close she managed to look even better than on the screens. Photos and videos didn’t do her beauty justice. She looked almost like a doll- near perfect features, beautiful hair, and a smile that was so comforting and cute and graceful. Her makeup was almost as perfect as it was when she went on, but her mascara was ever so smeared around the corner of her eyes, her lipstick fading, and hell- his mind couldn’t help but wander to a place where he wondered what it would be like if he had put her in this state. And then he shut those thoughts up as quickly as they appeared, choosing instead to wonder how anyone could be more perfect.

“I um- I better get going and leave you guys to get to your show.” She quickly said, but froze up not even a moment later, her eyes growing wide with embarrassment of her own. “Shit that was weird wasn’t it? I don’t know you but- well I do, kinda, but like not personally. I mean knowing your music and band and-“ she stopped talking not knowing what to say, her body almost shrinking in a sense of even more embarrassment. “Fuck. I’m gonna shut up now.”

Gerard gave a chuckle and a smile of his own. He felt better now that both of them felt embarrassed.

“No, it’s okay.” He replied. “We’re just coming from your show, actually.” Somehow she froze even more. He could tell under that huge gray hoodie her muscles had tensed further.

“Oh, uh, I hope you enjoyed it.” She softly smiled, polite but seeming almost nervous. Why was he so bad about talking to women, especially pretty ones?

“It was phenomenal, actually.” He replied, nervous himself and instinctively rubbing the back of his neck with one of his hands. There was already a thin layer of sweat connecting back there from standing in the heat for so long. But he didn’t care about that nor how he would survive the heat on his stage later- all he cared about right now was not completely fucking up this interaction with the woman in front of him.

“Are you just saying that to be nice?” She asked with a pouty lip as she clearly questioned the integrity of his response. He rapidly shook his head.

“No, of course not. I don’t lie- ever. If anything I went into the show not knowing much- not in a bad way, I mean kinda in an ignorant way if I’m being honest, and you just- fuck, man, the way you controlled that crowd was so exciting and empowering. It truly was incredible.”

Her face looked like a damn puppy dog begging for a treat. If he weren’t human he would have definitely melted by that look. Big eyes and a genuine smile, her cheeks big and emphasizing her reaction.

“That’s really sweet, thank you so much.” She replied, yet again with grace that he wished he had in these moments. “I um- while I would love to talk more I need to take a shower. I feel so sticky and just- gross. But it was really nice talking to you. And thanks so much for watching me, I really appreciate the feedback.”

His heart broke just a bit.

“Yeah, of course.” He replied, and before he could think he blurted out. “You’re more than welcome to come to ours as well, I mean I’m sure you have the artist VIP tent access, but if you wanna get closer I can definitely arrange a barricade pass for you.”

Her eyes lit up and glowed in a way he wished he could see every single day.

“That’s amazing!” She replied. “Would it be selfish to ask for one more too? My best friend is here and she likes you guys too-“

“Consider it done.” He smiled as she smiled back. “I’ll have my manager send them over to your trailer.”

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” She replied.

“It’s the least I can do. Returning the favor of watching your show and providing feedback.”

“Does that mean I need to take notes for yours and give them to you too?” She asked with a playful smile. Just now he noticed the water bottle in her hand with a straw as she took a sip and damn- he quickly erased all the dirty thoughts that rushed into his mind before it was too late.

“Only if you want to.” Where had this confidence in him come from? He didn’t even know. But right now it was working, and that was all that mattered. Yet again, his body thought before his mind as he said, “Give me your number and we can arrange a meetup. To, ya know, exchange notes and whatnot.”

She seemed flustered, but hid it well. However, the red blush growing on her cheeks and her face that froze yet again for a mere moment told him maybe she wasn’t all that good at this either. But hey, there was a learning opportunity for both of them, he supposed.

“Sure.” She said, as he grabbed his phone, handing it to her as she quickly typed it in.

Y/F/N Y/L/N it read on his screen, the line of numbers under it.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/F/N.” He smiled.

“You too-“ She said, but stopped herself. “I know your first name but I don’t want to say it before you do because that’s creepy.”

He let out a genuine laugh.

“Gerard.” He said.

“Gerard.” She replied. “I’ll see you later, Gerard.”

“So what you’re telling me is Gerard Way wants to fuck you?” Lacey asked her. But she supposed this is why people had best friends- to be both supportive, honest, and borderline crude all at the same time.

“I don’t know if he wants to fuck me-“

“He wants to ‘exchange notes’ on your shows? Code words for ‘come back to my trailer and let’s have sex’.” She said with confidence, sitting down and scrolling through her own phone as Y/F/N changed into a solid black hoodie and jeans to not make her presence obvious. Their show was not about her, and she hoped her presence wouldn’t make it about her.

“Well, I don’t just fuck guys. And I’ll be happy to tell him that if he tries. But he seemed very sweet, and all the interviews of him lean towards him being a very nice guy.” Y/F/N responded quickly, borderline defensive.

“Nice guys can have hookups too, ya know.” Lacey said. She wasn’t wrong, but Y/F/N swore this felt different.

“Regardless, that’s not happening with me.”

“Preach, sister.” Lacy said with a bit of pop in her voice. “If what you’re saying is true, it did sound like you have him wrapped around your finger.”

“We talked for like two minutes. I barely know him, he barely knows me.” Y/F/N rolled her eyes, expertly reapplying her lip gloss in a small mirror.

“Do you know that amount of men after your shows that would fall on their knees and beg for you?” Lacey asked, finally looking up from her phone to make eye contact in the mirror.

“Whatever.” Y/F/N sighed. “I’m just excited we have barricade to a My Chem show. How long have we been wanting to see them?”

“A solid year.” Lacey admitted, standing up to find her shoes. “I’m still not over Gerard Way wanting to fuck you, though.”

Y/F/N was sure rumors would be circulating by morning. As soon as she entered the VIP barricade area alongside Lacey, there was a sudden eruption of screams, and as she looked over a sea of phones were taking photos and videos of her. She gave a polite smile and wave before turning back around towards the stage, hoping as soon as the band got on the attention was going to divert away from her.

Damn her for thinking having a black hoodie on with the hood up would prevent this.

Within minutes though, as the lights on the stage went pitch black and screams from the entire crowd erupted she knew that finally she could just enjoy seeing a band she really liked play from right in front of her. Perks of being a pop star or whatever.

She had to admit that the in-person performance easily knocked any of the recorded ones she saw online out of the fucking park. And while Gerard Way had always been objectively attractive, and happened to be the skinny sad white boy that was her type for whatever reason, he looked really attractive in this light. Like a new skin of confidence took over him. Maybe it was the tight black skinny jeans or fake bullet proof vest with no shirt on under it that perfectly sculpted his lightly muscular arms- and damn the hands. Masculine hands were one of her weaknesses. And his very much fit into that category.

So did she have any notes after the show? No, actually. It was exactly what she had expected, but two fold. She was left amazed and energized as they walked off.

If he really wanted to compare notes with her he was going to be sorely disappointed in the lack of notes she had.

That night did not end with them sharing notes about the others show. Instead, it ended with them sitting on a grassy patch of the festival grounds when it emptied out talking about anything and everything. Gerard had quickly realized how multi-faceted of a person Y/F/N was. Every preconceived notion he had of her was torn down by her random knowledge about random things, her admissions to cringey teen phases she had, cute childhood stories, dichotomy of family and how difficult that could be to navigate.

She was fucking perfect inside and out. And he knew he couldn’t lose her.

In an assertive nature he decided to text her more through the next week. She was on tour in one town, and he was in another. But that didn’t matter. Every other day, or three days apart maximum, they would call from their hotel rooms, or from outside his bus, and talk. About everything. Their days, their histories. What they ate, what they did or didn’t like, who they saw, where they were next, what they wanted to do, asking the other about cool things to do in the city they were in for that day.

And finally, a little less than two weeks after they met, they had that talk.

“So what are we?” She asked over the phone, sitting on her bed and nervously picking at her brightly colored nails. She needed to know before she got too attached and her heart broken further down the line when she was way deeper in than she was now. Not that rejection now wouldn’t hurt- she was trying to save herself from more potential hurt later.

“Seeing each other?” He asked. “I mean, no pressure- we can always take it slower.“

“I would like for us to be ‘seeing each other’.” She replied with a smile growing on her face.

“Great, then we’re seeing each other.” He decided, she could hear the small smile in his own voice despite not seeing him.

“We have a four day break coming up.” He mentioned on a call. A few weeks had blown by, and things felt very normal between them given how abnormal their situation was.

“Okay.” She replied simply, wanting him to go on.

“I want to come see you, if that’s okay.”

“Okay.” She replied again, not hesitant- but a mixture of excited and logistically starting to play a mind puzzle about how this was going to work.

“Just okay?” He asked, now sounding more hesitant himself but equally as confused.

“No, I just mean- like, yes, please come, I really want to see you, but if people see us together again, I think it will kinda be obvious. I- it’s not that I don’t want to show you off, but I kinda like the direction we’re going in now. I don’t want public speculation or opinion to fuck that up.”

Even in a fucking baseball cap and sunglasses at her show, people would grow suspicious of that figure in the secluded family/friends area. They would equally as quickly figure out, judging by the firestorm online caused by her presence at their show the night they met, who it was. And then they would be official without actually saying anything. Just by being together.

She wouldn’t mind being official to the public, eventually. But she wanted more time to have just them to herself.

“I can stand off to the side behind the stage.” He offered.

“Your view is gonna suck.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Okay then.” She replied affirmatively.

“Okay?” He asked for clarification.

“Yes, okay.” She softly smiled with a giggle. “Come to the shows, I even have a hotel room booked one of the nights.”

“Oh fancy.” He replied with a chuckle. “Lookin’ forward to it.”

She shouldn’t have been nervous. He had seen her perform before.

Well once- the first time they met, and then twice on TV in the last few weeks since her career had managed to blow up even further. But this felt different. It was different.

She knew he could now have expectations of her. What if he didn’t like something, or got the ick from the way she danced or what if she fucked up? What if she tripped on stage for the first time or bumped into something or forgot a lyric or her voice went out-

“On in two.” She heard one of the stage techs say, peeking their head through her green room door. As if one queue, she heard a roar of screams from the direction of the stage, queueing that her little intro video had started. Despite still playing smaller venues, at least ones smaller than arenas, her label had actually been willing to put quite the production into her tour after realizing that her stage presence and personality was one of the things that charmed audiences so much.

She gave herself one final look over in the mirror. Her opening outfit was standard- a body con number decked out in black sequence with red accents and her infamous knee high boots that were plain leather, but that she had begun to notice were also being worn more commonly by fans to her shows. It was one of those trademark things that made her feel more like the pop star she was growing to be. At least the headlines called her that.

Taking her hands, she fluffed out her hair a bit more giving her light waves more volume, dropping them, closing her eyes, and reopening them in her stage persona.

She walked out of the door beginning her strut with the sense of confidence she only gained to this level when she knew she was going to be on stage. As she approached side stage, her bedazzled microphone with her initials on it in small rhinestones at the bottom was waiting for her with one of the stage assistance. She gave him a small smile and nod as a thank you, taking it delicately and wrapping her hand around it firmly.

Her in-ear monitored queued up with her sound guy, Jeremy, who gave her the 20 second warning. She allowed herself one final deep breath, realizing this was her time to shine. Even if he was here for the first time watching her as the guy she was seeing, and just generally in a new light, she recalled meeting him for the first time after a show, figuring if she could impress him once maybe she could do it again.

After all, the version of herself that managed to get his attention in the first place was the one who was about to step into the spotlight in a mere three seconds.

Sweaty, hot, tired, worn, happy. The best ways to describe how she felt almost every night coming off stage.

She felt great about this show. The crowds she was dealing with were getting better at each stop, she figured it was venues being sold out and her rapid growth as an artist that was to thank for their enthusiasm and their increased screaming of her own lyrics back to her.

But what made this show so special was seeing him in one of the boxes up and over from the crowd. He kept a low profile with a plain t-shirt and baseball cap, standing next to Lacey through the entire duration, but the occasional eye contact they made was what kept her going.

He was always at least smiling at her. If not he was beaming, or nodding, swaying to the music, and her favorite was when he was so focused on just her that she caught his lower lip being bitten, his eyes glued straight onto her. She knew she always had most if not all of the crowd in a trance- but tonight his attention was the one she really wanted.

She giggled at something her manager had said as they walked through the back hallways of the venue, sipping on her bottled water through a straw and trying to regain as much hydration and energy as possible. As the turned a corner toward the green room, she paused and gave a big toothy smile as she saw him at the end of the hallway.

There was Gerard, still in his relatively incognito outfit, and a full smile as their eyes met. As fast as she could manage to run in her boots, she made her way down the hall and collided with his torso, breaking out into a fit of giggles as he hugged her back.

“Did you like it?” She asked first, letting her chin fall on his chest as she looked up at him with big doe eyes hoping for a good answer.

“You fucking killed it.” He said affirmatively with a smile, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. “You’re absolutely insane out there. Such a natural- fuck, I wish I had half the confidence and ability you do when I’m on stage.”

“Oh stop it!” She playfully and lightly hit his shoulder as she backed away to walk back to her room with him. In the process he swiftly grabbed her hand in his, intertwining their fingers which made her smile even more. “Don’t give yourself any less credit- you’re a fucking beast on stage.” He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the head.

“But nothing like you.” He replied, holding the door open for her as they entered back in so she could change.

She quickly and stealthily changed into a shirt and sweatpants, sitting down to take her makeup off, or at least that’s what she would typically do. But as she sat and looked at herself in the vanity mirror, catching a glimpse of him in the back scrolling on his phone, she wasn’t so sure she felt all that confident with him in person without all of this on.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, catching her in a trance. Damn, why did he have to be so good on picking up these things?

“Nothing.” She said with a soft smile. His body language with a raised eyebrow implied he definitely did not believe that. “I just- should I take my makeup off?” She asked turning to him. He gave her an even more confused look.

“Is it what you normally do?” He asked and she nodded. “Then yeah, take your makeup off.” She didn’t move, still staring at him. “Baby, what’s wrong- actually?” She groaned.

“It’s so stupid.” She admitted, now looking away from him. “I just- I don’t want you to like, I don’t know, not like me without this on.”

He looked a bit shocked and confused at look, but it quickly melted into sympathy.

“Sweetheart, take your makeup off.” He requited with a sweet tone. “I promise you, I will not view you any differently without makeup on. That is such a minor thing. And I’m not with you for your looks- I mean, you are fucking gorgeous- but that’s with or without makeup.”

“Fine.” She replied, grabbing some of her cotton pads and makeup remover, then going to town on delicately running them over her skin and cleaning everything off.

Once she was done, only a few minutes later, she grabbed her bag and regular shoes, slipping them on and getting up to approach him where he leaned next to the door. As soon as she was a few inches from him, he delicately took her face in his hands.

“See, just as gorgeous as always.” He softly smiled, giving her a soft and passionate kiss. She offered a sheepish smile and a growing blush on her cheeks.

“Thank you.” She nervously replied. “We gotta go though- I’m fucking starving.”

“Holy shit.” She said, taking another forkful of pasta and placing it into her mouth. “This is so fucking good.”

“Mhm.” He nodded in agreement taking a bite of his own. It was nice to have some company to actually eat with, and not just pull out her laptop to watch a show or call her parents who were halfway across the country. Now, she had her boyfriend laid across the bed sideways in front of her as she sat criss cross at the head.

“You want a bite?” She asked. He looked at her skeptical for a moment before nodding, allowing her to grab another few pieces, giving them to him.

“Well, shit.” He sighed with a smile. “That is fucking amazing.” She nodded in agreement. There was a brief moment of silence that followed.

“I hate that we have to go back to being, like- normal.” She said. It was one of those thoughts that just spilled out without her even thinking.

“Hm?” He asked, looking up with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Ya know, like being apart for so long.” She said with a tight smile. “We’ve barely spent any time together in person but every time we do I want to spend more and more- and we can’t.” He sighed, putting his fork down in his container.

“I know, baby.” He softly said, taking his now free hand and placing it on her bare thigh, rubbing small circles into the skin with his thumb. “But it’s only another month- then we’re on break and I’ll come be with you as long as you want.”

“Gee, you should get a break.” She said with a serious face. “You need to go home and settle for a few weeks and be with your family and friends there who you haven’t seen in fucking forever.” He shrugged.

“I’ve had all the time in the world to make relationships with them- I want to continue to build ours, and if that means going on tour with you than so be it.” He replied with confidence.

“Even if we do that people will speculate and- we would have to go public.” She explained.

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“No, but,” She took a moment to think, making eye contact with him again as his eyes begged hers for answers. “I don’t want to keep you or us a secret. I would love to show and brag about my super cool, super talented, super hot boyfriend to the world, but I want to keep it private.” He smiled lightly and nodded.

“Then let’s do it.” He said, affirmatively. “We’ll take it at your pace. Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.”

He had been on tour with her for a full week. And it was becoming unbearable how many things were circulating around.

It started at the first show he came to- a solid handful of people had noticed him and put a name to the face, despite his attempt to remain to himself. A small firestorm erupted online over the alleged rumors. The headlines abusing taboos and cliches of the “pop princess and rockstar” trope that made people go crazy.

Then he actually began coming on tour. She wasn’t sure she had been happier on any other leg of it, until he was there to watch every show, and take her out when she had breaks to his favorite spots in each city, and then end the night in her queen sized “suite” on the back of her bus if you could even call it that. She had even bought more storage bins for under the bed to make room for his things.

But people didn’t need to see all the stolen and sudden kissed, or hysterical fits of laughter, or constant touching that were soft reminders of the other. They didn’t need to know about all the photos they had taken of each other, or the memories made, or the lyrics and words that began filling her songbook as she wrote almost exclusively now about him. At least yet.

But on day nine of them being on her tour together, she couldn’t take the speculation anymore. She couldn’t ignore all the photos taken of him at her shows, or the videos that replayed her not-so-obvious smiles and slow hip movements while making direct eye contact with him. In all fairness, she wasn’t trying to hide it.

People could see moments and snippets of their love. But she wouldn’t let them see the whole thing.

“What d’you think?” She asked, the back of her head leaning against his shoulder as they both looked at her phone. It was a simple story draft for her Instagram of the two of them just a few nights ago walking into a gas station. Not the most romantic thing, but her makeup artist had managed to catch it at one of their stops late at night.

The lighting was perfect and almost vintage aesthetic, offering a slight blur to the photo. It was the two of them holding hands as they walked in, both with hoodies and sweatpants on. Only half her face was shown, brightly smiling up at him, and only the back of his head was shown as a mop of slightly messy slightly put-together black hair.

“I love it.” He said with a small smile, giving her a kiss on the top of the head. In the bottom corner she had just put a small black heart, meant to be a small clue.

“Okay,” She smiled. “I think I’m gonna post it.” She said, looking up at him. “You okay with this?”

“Of course.” He genuinely smiled back. “I don’t mind at all.”

Before she could second guess she hit the post button, immediately turning off her phone and throwing it to the edge of the bed.

“It’s done.” She said with big eyes and a giddy tone. “Like, we’ve confirmed.”

“Mhm,” He nodded with a small chuckle, “We have confirmed.” He leaned down to give her a soft kiss, not even a few seconds later his phone buzzed.

He reached over to grab it, smiling at the screen, and showing her.

I was wondering when you guys were gonna post something. Mikey had sent. It’s been fucking long enough.

She should’ve stopped staring after a few seconds, but she couldn’t help it. She rarely felt this confident in herself, but just as quickly as the adrenaline boost of self love hit her, the sobering of imperfections came knocking too.

Dressed in a long green strapless dress that was built to just fit her, she looked and felt like a Barbie. Her makeup team had really done quite an impressive and good number on her face, exemplifying all her good features perfectly, and covering up or minimizing the ones she didn’t like so much. Her hair hung in a low, sleek pony tail against her back, her nails for once long with extensions that would be removed for sure in the next two to three days.

“You’re absolutely perfect, ya know that?” She heard him, turning around to find her boyfriend with a big smile as one of his hands placed itself lightly on the small of her back. She softly smiled up at him, and he swore his heart skipped a beat and nearly sent him into cardiac arrest the way her big eyes stared right into his.

“Not necessarily, but thank you.” She responded in a small voice. She always got nervous before events- he learned that quickly after having to be on text and call standby as she repeated her own self-doubts while spiraling about things going wrong. No one would have ever known- her presence on carpets, stages, and everything in between was flawless.

And now here they stood for the first time together doing this. Him in a traditional and well-fit suit, her in the dress that would put anyone else wearing the color green to shame. He gave her one good look up and down (what was realistically the dozenth already), relishing in the fact that he was merely an accessory to her- and was blessed to be one at that.

There were already rumors circulating everywhere about the potential for them to show up together tonight. It was the ideal place to hard launch, and after dating for just over six months it finally felt like a good time to let the world see them together in all their glory. She was feeling more confident in him, and he was honestly just along for the ride- a very happy passenger too.

“How do we act?” She asked next, his hand still sat on her back as she leaned more into him so their bodies were no more than two inches apart.

“Like how we normally act.” He replied confidently. “I’m not sure anyone will be genuinely surprised- people have been expecting this.”

“When people set expectations about things they don’t know, it typically doesn’t work out the way they want.” She replied quickly.

He knew better than to ruin her hair or makeup, but at this moment he couldn’t see her for that, so he leaned in without hesitation and gave her a soft kiss as an attempt to calm her nerves.

“We’re not here to appease to anyone’s wants or expectations of us.” He explained in a tone just above a whisper, as if they weren’t the only two people in the room. “We’re here to be with each other- not to explain us.”

It was a relative blur, and she thanked the blinding lights of paparazzi that overtook her vision and senses as soon as they took a single step onto the carpet together. She had never heard the two of their names meshed together so many times in such a short period of time. It felt weird to hear them coming out together from other people’s mouths- but it also felt reaffirming.

His hand had initially snuck around her back, resting itself on the other side of her waist and pulling her close to him. The slight warmth from his body made her feel okay, an emotion she typically had to forcefully place at bay here but was tamed solely by him.

They gradually moved their way down at the instruction of the event staff, and narrowly at the last stop he leaned in to whisper to her, hiding his lips behind the back of her head to not let anyone get a chance to overhear what he was going to say.

“I think I have a new appreciation for my name when it’s next to yours.” He said with a small smile, pulling away and looking down at her.

She couldn’t help herself but to break out into a bigger smile, one that wasn’t posed for the cameras but more authentic. She usually hated her full smile, the cheekiness and roundness of her face making the pictures look unbearable to her, but in that moment it didn’t matter. She playfully nudged him a bit as he resumed his position with his arm around her waist, but this time she placed her hand on his chest, angling herself towards him.

He authentically smiled, not expecting it, and had to resist the urge running deep within him to kiss her. But no one here deserved to see that part of them- no one here deserved to know her like he did.

“New album stuff?” He asked, walking over to the living room with a “new” cup of coffee in his hands (this was his third refill in the last two hours). She nodded from where she sat on the floor, back against the bottom of the vintage arm chair she fell in love with and insisted on having to decorate their new place. Their place.

Gerard had always respected her boundaries with her music. She was being incredibly secretive about her upcoming project- despite it essentially being finished from what he had gathered- but he also knew incredibly well how labels worked. And despite both of them being in the industry, her upcoming album was expected to be gigantic. Both in the reception of it and in the work itself.

“They just began pressing all the vinyls.” She smiled up at him.

“When are you gonna see it?” He asked back, sitting down on the couch and leaning over the coffee table to grab his sketch book and pencils again.

“Hopefully within two weeks.” She shrugged. “That’s if everything goes right. Not that I think it won’t- there’s just… a lot.” He looked up for his eyes to meet her, giving her a sympathetic look and nod.

“Regardless of how it goes, you have worked your ass off for this.” He explained. “Critics will always say shit because they’re jaded and subjective. Most of them haven’t even made music. And your fans are gonna love anything you put out.” She softly smiled back.

“Thanks.” She said. “I can’t wait for you to hear it.”

“Don’t you have the entire record on your computer?” He asked, eyeing the laptop that sat in her lap. She rolled her eyes.

“It’s not that simple.” She replied, closing it and getting up. “Besides, I want it to be a surprise.” She finished, walking over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“So are you flattered or what?” Their manager approached where he sat on the bus. He was so lost in the trance of finding the necklace that she had been dying to get for ages online as a surprise album release gift that he didn’t hear a thing.

“Hm?” He asked looking up at him.

“You’re the muse for the number one song on Billboard right now.” His manager replied with a small smile, arms crossed over each other.

“Right.” He awkwardly responded.

He was, indeed, the quite obvious muse for her first single, which happened to somehow skyrocket on the charts as soon as it released and within a few days was impossible not to hear. Whether it be radio, playlists, grocery stores, social media- the damn song was everywhere.

By no means was he upset, he just wasn’t expecting it. He was actively figuring out how to deal with the amount of empty and comical threats he got from fan accounts saying they were fully prepared to fight him if it meant even a shot at being with her. Also, while he had approved of the lyrics she had showed him (well, specifically the incredibly, borderline obvious, suggestive ones) it still made him feel a blush grow on his face when he heard them over and over again.

And the fucking cherry on top was the music video. At this point, he had seen her in many different ways, doing many different things (if you catch the drift) but as soon as he watched it he felt like he was falling for her all over again, ten-fold this time. It also made him begin to seriously question why the fuck you were with him, and simultaneously wonder if all the manifesting bull shit the merch girl was telling them about was something he should look into given that he needed some form of magic to get someone so out of his league.

“Good luck when the album drops, man.” His manager smiled, “Can’t wait to see all the teenage girls that want to band together and fight you.”

Gerard didn’t drink anymore and hadn’t for a while. But he did stare with a smile as she took a shot of tequila and her face immediately grew into a sour and twisted expression.

“Fuck that was worse than I remember.” She said through a small cough, grabbing the water by her and downing a chunk of it.

The low-key album release party was being held at their place. It was primarily close friends, the one producer she worked with on the record and her engineer, then the band as well as some of Gerard’s friends. Despite it being small, the place was buzzing under the dimmed lighting as there was consistently multiple conversations happening in the background, solid laughter mixed in too, and her album playing track by track in order softly in the background.

She sat on the floor, back against the couch, in a simple shirt and jeans, him right behind and next to her sat on the couch. She wasn’t drunk, but was definitely tipsy as she laid her head on his jean clad knee. He looked down at her with a smile, running a hand through her loose hair.

“I love you so much.” She smiled up at him. “Thank you for being such an incredible muse.”

He had been complimented plenty of times by critics, reporters, fans- but nothing even came remotely close to that comment.

“Baby, this is all you.” He insisted with a smile back. “We wouldn’t be here if you weren’t so damn incredible at everything you do.”

She sighed happily, closing her eyes for a moment.

“I’m so fucking glad you bumped into me.” She said. “I was so pissed at first and so tired and hot and sweaty- I thank the universe everyday for making that happen.”

“I do too, sweetheart.” He said, letting his smile melt into a sincere and content one. It only felt right. “I do too.”

[zapsproblems]

basement gee THOUGHTS

just lemme ramble about this man

cw: piv, oral, praise, lil bit of exhibitionism at the end

nsfw under cut

basement gerard would love it the most when you ride him. he’s just so inexperienced and clueless that it’s best if you take the reigns. sure, he’s been through more than a couple porn magazines and amateur films on tapes that he “borrowed” but whatever he learned from that media is quickly thrown out the window when gerard has you on top of him with your tits bouncing in his shocked face :((

it’s for the same reason he tends to receive oral more so than give. it’s not because he doesn’t wanna eat you out!! he wants to make you feel good more than anything!!! gee is just… not great at giving oral. he’s so so so enthusiastic though! give him enough time to lap between your legs with your hands tangled in his greasy black hair, and he’ll eventually learn what makes you sing for him. but for now, you’re both content with mainly just having his cock between your lips. if he died with your wet tongue licking up and down his shaft he would die happy.

i just know he moans so fucking pretty too. the second gerard feels the warm wrap of your cunt around his cock he’s whining like a bitch in heat. his moans are almost like cries when you tease him just right. as much as his eyes wanna squeeze shut from the pleasure he forces his eyes back open so that he can admire your pretty body, all for him <3 gee praises every single part of you and more. mantras of near-worship of you fall from his lips, calling your name softly as you work your hips up and down his cute cock.

he does NOT care about being quiet either. you were always concerned about it since he lives with mikey and frequently shushed gerard with kisses during sex. until one day it dawned on you that maybe he wanted mikey to hear you two. even wanted him to catch you in the act…

[xocasper]

Something, Somehow, Someday

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem!Reader Summary: Mikey and Gerard let you tag along when Frank invites them to hang out at his house. After they've fallen asleep, you find yourself in Frank's bedroom, finally giving into your yearlong crush. Frank isn't used to being with younger girls, especially not ones as sweet as you. (or... "he's a lowbrow, mom's house, all his cash is borrowed / she's the good life, no strife, pills he never swallowed / he's the inked up, bad luck, never wants to marry / she's dressed in white" ... to the tune of something, somehow, someday ofc!) Warnings: NSFW content Tags: fingering, breast play, rough sex, age gap Word Count: 5879 A/N: daddy's home

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s a brief, breathless break from clashing lips and needy kisses. They’re dripping with animalistic desire, all messy and feverous, tasting and memorizing his mouth through yours. Sweeping tongues, slotted lips, strangled moans, and gasps and whines, all etched into your memory and fueling a fierce lust beneath your skin.

His eyes hardly open, gazing down at you in a daze. The mess he’s created of you, swollen lips that refuse to purse and lashes that won’t lift. No, you can’t even look at him, too focused on filling your lungs, inhaling oxygen and his musky cologne until you’re breathing him too. You’re still so close, enough that he can feel the rise and fall of your chest, noses still brushing. Carefully, one of his hands leaves your waist, leaving an emptiness in its wake.

“Tell me to stop, then.”

His hand is on your chin, urging you to look at him. Through batted lashes, you stare back up, drowning in the carnality in his eyes. He’s captivating, challenging you with soft browns that flick between your lips and gaze. All he can think of are those plush lips, glistening with spit and desire. He watches the way you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, a nervous habit. Then it’s a hard swallow and bated breath, closing your eyes again and he can almost hear your thoughts.

Mikey and Gerard are downstairs. Someone could hear. He’s so much older, and expectedly, more experienced.

Your eyes flutter open again, judgment too clouded to make a sound decision. Darting from his intense gaze to his lip ring, you lose yourself in the idea of just how good this could be. All those tattoos, that silky, dark hair curling between your fingers. Not to mention his hands, proving themselves already with a strong grip on your waist and chin, holding you hostage in his lap.

Ever aware of your overthinking, he starts to loosen his grasp, traveling from your chin to your cheek. “Hey,” he murmurs again. “We can stop. We can go back down and pretend nothing ever happened.”

For a reason you can’t pinpoint, your heart anxiously lurches. It snaps you out of your funk though, spiral halting before you can reason further.

“And if we don’t?”

A smile cracks at the corners of his lips, lifting as he speaks. Maybe it’s your shy disposition when you talk, that sweet concern and naivety, that charms him. There’s something about you… he wouldn’t say adorable, not interested in infantilizing you. You’re too good with your mouth to be deemed innocent either, which piques his interest. Endearing, he supposes. Whatever it is, he’s eating it up.

“If we don’t,” he says, pausing for effect. “Then I’ll give you anything you want.”

Butterflies swarm in your stomach, flustered at his willingness. The idea of him doing anything , taking care of you and all your needs… it’s almost too good. Almost.

His lips are already grazing your jaw, sucking sensual kisses along the way. “I can go fast,” he tells you lowly. “I can go slow.”

From your waist, his hand dips beneath your shirt, leaving a trail of heat in its path. “I can give you everything.”

His other palm is beneath your shirt again, the two of them snaking around your torso and unclasping your bra. It’s slick, you’ll give him that, too distracted by his lips against your ear to notice. His tongue meets your skin next, eliciting a shaky gasp while he smiles against you.

“How’s that sound?”

The words shoot directly into your brain, with Frank smiling mischievously against your ear. Not that you can respond easily, the feeling of faint tongue and gentle sucking sending shivers through you. Man, does he make it hard to focus.

“I dunno,” you reply, hushed, letting your head fall back. “I’ve always wanted you to—”

“Always” is like a buzzword to him. Freezing, you feel embarrassment burn within you. Worse, he’s wearing that cheshire grin, giving your neck a playful bite.

“Always?”

Shit. Freudian slip.

“What do you mean ‘always’?”

Humiliation boils in your stomach, grateful to have a better view of the ceiling than Frank himself. You’d found him attractive since you’d met him, about a year ago in your living room. It was one of the first things you’d noticed upon going downstairs—lean, punky Frank, with that shiny piercing and a couple less tattoos.

Rolling your eyes, you let out an embarrassed sigh. “Doesn’t matter.”

Frank grins. “Sure it does. I gotta make this worth the wait.”

Easing your arms down by your sides, he slides your bra straps off like it’s a casual affair. Despite wanting to believe that it is, the swarm of butterflies in your stomach tells you otherwise. Especially when his hands are beneath your tee again, diagraming your anatomy beneath his fingertips–ribs to breast to pounding heart.

“Jeez,” he snickers softly, concealing the small of your back with one hand. “Am I making you nervous?”

You roll your tongue around in your mouth, contemplating the question. With all the courage you can muster, you let your head fall back down and press your forehead to his. “‘M not nervous, Frank. Just…”

The heat in your cheeks is obvious, the frazzle of your features apparent. That slightly carnal look in your eyes, begging and wanton, that only feeds him further.

“Horny?” he supplies, still smiling as if it’s funny.

You roll your eyes, shallow breaths leaving your lips when his fingers start to travel again. His thumbs graze your nipples, groping at the flesh experimentally.

With a shuddered breath, you respond. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Frank shakes his head, still eyeing you like a test subject. “Not at all. Just most chicks aren’t…”

“Horny?” you echo, suppressing a grin as you lean towards his ear.

He pinches you playfully, ears perking up as a sharp gasp escapes your lips. The way you shift in his lap doesn’t go unnoticed either, making him snicker. “Nah, that’s not what I—oh, you’re fuckin’ weird, huh?”

At first, you’re mildly offended by his offhand comment. Pulling back and wrinkling your nose at him, you notice the shit-eating grin on his face. Carefully, he does it again—fingers rolling over your nipples, then the subtle pinching and tugging. You try to stay stoic, but the clench of your abdomen gives you away.

He’s giddy, looking at you like his little lab rat. Next, it’s his mouth on your neck. Tender bites, sharp teeth, all soothed by the warmth of his tongue. The way you’re reacting is only turning him on more, if that were possible. Writhing and squirming, gasping softly and attempting to stifle it by biting your lip; it’s almost too good to be true. He wouldn’t exactly mind going slow, not really. Sex is sex—but this level of sensitivity, and how you clearly like it rough? Oh, Frank is gonna have fun with you.

“You’re so sensitive,” he comments, mouthing at the top of your jaw.

Heat rises in your cheeks, but it’s not your fault that everything he does is intoxicating. Your face must’ve given away your vague embarrassment, Frank detecting it and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s not a bad thing at all,” he assures you, kissing you again. “You’re my favorite kinda girl.”

You’re not sure how he can say something like that and then continue kissing you, allowing the words to seep into your brain. Melting against him, you fist your hands in his t-shirt, letting him pull you closer by your waist. It’s so clear that he’s more experienced than you, be it the age difference or his skilled mannerisms. His kisses are rhythmic, and when his tongue darts out, it’s over for you. Gasping, you grind hard against him, eliciting a reaction from him as well.

He pulls away, letting his head roll for a moment, exhaling as if he were blowing smoke.

“C’mere.”

Obeying, you let him lay you down against his mattress. His nimble hands lift your shirt over your head and he situates himself beside you. It’s strange, lying in his bed with your brothers downstairs. Not to mention how exposed you feel, as Frank is still wearing some Affliction tee while you remain half-naked. Under his gaze, you feel a bit more like the Ways’ kid sister than whoever you thought you were. Thankfully, this hint of insecurity goes unnoticed because he’s so captivated by the sight of you.

Frank runs a hand through his hair like he doesn’t know what to do with you. That familiar feeling is spinning inside of him, muscles twitching with arousal.

“Jesus, kid,” is all he can say, tongue darting out against his lip piercing.

It seems to be a good thing, because he’s stripping off his shirt and hovering over you. Too many times, you’ve imagined this—Frank on top of you, vibrant ink adorning his skin, flush against your own. Those intense eyes, lost in your wide, pleading ones. He can see everything in them—the excitement, fear, insecurity. All of it, and he infers that this isn’t exactly a common occurrence for you. The stalling makes you nervous though, interrupting his burning stare with a question that you’d been dying to ask.

“Frank?”

He hums, gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. “What’s up?”

Part of him worries that you’re going to ask to stop. Not that he wouldn’t be cool about it, but you’ve really got him going now and he’s actually enjoying it.

“What’d you mean earlier..?” you start slowly, unsure of how to word it. “What kind of girl am I?”

Frank finds the question cute. A soft smile flashes across his face, cradling your cheek in his palm. He fills up your senses with soft laughter and spearmint, easing the anxious ache in your bones.

“You’re sweet,” he says simply, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. “And still new to all this. But you’re… kinda kinky, you know? At least that’s the vibe I’m getting.”

You turn your face away, giving a small groan. He laughs softly, guiding your head back to face him. “That’s a good thing. Explore that. Sex gets a whole lot better when you’re doing what you want.”

“What if I don’t know what I want?”

He kneels above you, statuesque, letting his hands run from your breasts to your waist. It feels good to see him so in awe of you.

“Do you want this? ” he asks, staring into your eyes as though he’s seeing right into your soul; his gaze is powerful .

Nervous, you nod, shutting out the “what if’s” and trying to forget who’s sleeping below you. You’ve wanted this for so long—you can’t sell it now over the fear of getting caught.

“Yeah.”

He smiles, pleased. “That’s a start.”

Seeing him smile at that, knowing you want him, makes you swell with pride. You didn’t feel like you were forcing his hand or something, but now you could convince yourself that he was equally eager. Warmth blossoms within you, starting at your collarbones where he’s begun to leave kisses. He had been careful to avoid hickeys on your neck, worried that Gerard or Mikey would spot them in the morning. But as his lips surpass your clavicles, his teeth begin to graze against you, love bites sprouting like violets upon your skin.

All your squirming, rolling hips, and gentle sighs make his blood run south, and Frank tries not to smile at the rarity of this situation. Sleeping with a girl who's dreamed of this is so much different than one-night-stands and post-date sex. He hasn’t had a girl “crush” on him in ages, which almost makes him feel old. Mostly, he’s charmed, finding it sweet that anything he does elicits a reaction. The way you look down at him, twisting your fingers in his hair, eyes swimming with adoration and disbelief… It makes him feel good. Strong. Wanted.

When he starts sinking further, hands pinning your hips in place, he lets his lips graze one of your nipples. It’s cautious, tempting. Your eyes are laser locked on him and your breath is caught in your chest, and judging by your expression, he’s found what makes you tick. His tongue darts out, slow and flat, making you arch into his touch. The simultaneous gasp and tightening grip on his hair blows your cover, mischief and lust flashing in Frank’s eyes.

Part of him wonders how long it’s been, if you’re reacting like this. He’s not used to younger girls, or even more reserved ones. It’s almost always girls his age and in his scene. Everyone’s horny where he’s from—but you grew up with the two nerdiest guys he knows, so it shouldn’t come as much of a shock that you’re like them. He tries not to think about the age thing too much. It’s different with you. More like a favor, he supposes. Frank doesn’t go after college girls—but he knows you. He cares about you, honest. If this is what you want, then he might as well give in.

You must’ve been able to hear his thoughts, running your hand through his hair and scratching at his scalp. It’s soothing, and weirdly domestic. He continues before you can clam up and get all shy on him again, because telling himself that this is for you eases the guilt of banging his friends’ little sister. Besides, you’re really beautiful, and it would be a crime against humanity to not lose himself in you, even just for the night.

It’s all tongue and sucking, hands shifting to grab at the supple flesh. His teeth scrape against you occasionally, just to make you sink deeper into his pillows and moan breathlessly into the night. Watching him comes few and far between, catching glimpses of his heavy eyelids and languid tongue, noting that you’ve never seen Frank look so relaxed. The sight is dizzying, and your mind is reeling—he looks so damn pretty when he’s using his mouth.

Frank always liked to please, really. It was his guilty pleasure, taking things slow and really savoring a girl. While it was rare that he got the opportunity—his previous hookups wanted fast and hard, finding sensuality too intimate—it always seemed to relax him. He’d never admit it, but being skin to skin, feeling and tasting and hearing… it’s otherworldly to him. It makes him feel so connected. So when he pulls away, switching sides and mouthing at you once more, he can’t help but get worked up over you.

Your pitter-patter breathing, unsteady pants and short, high cries that break the quiet are driving him crazy. He can tell you’re more sensitive on this side, biting gently and watching your free hand fly to your mouth. It’s clasped so tight, yet he can feel your shuddered gasps as they tremble throughout your body.

“Yeah?” he asks softly, pulling away with a proud smile. “You’re really into that, huh?”

With the wind knocked out of you, it’s hard to say anything, settling for a rapid nod. Your fingers sink deeper into his hair, eyes barely fluttering open to stare down at him.

“Wish I could hear you,” he says, tenderly kissing your skin. “I bet you get real loud.”

He feels almost guilty saying that to you, typical sexual prowess watered down with the moral battle of knowing that it’s you. Sweet little Way, topless and arching in his bed. Regardless, it leaves you flustered, apprehensively removing your hand. Everything he says makes the ache more insatiable, pulsing to a point of insanity.

“I don’t wanna get caught,” you mumble, both hands carding through his hair.

Frank nods, chin resting on your sternum. “I know, baby. I can tell you’re vocal.”

Should you be insecure about that? You never really thought much of it, unaware that it was unusual to be so reactive.

“Sorry.”

Perplexed, his brows knit together and lips quirk into a bemused smile. “Don’t be sorry. I think it’s hot.”

You shrink, clenching around nothing as he takes you into his mouth one more time. It’s a short, sucking kiss, but it’s enough to shoot sparks through you. His lips find themselves everywhere, beneath the tender curve of your breast and across your abdomen. Carefully, his thumbs brush against your hips, mapping out a spot and nipping one more time until it’s painted scarlet. Proof he was there, he guesses, as if the few blossoming on your chest weren’t enough.

When he pulls away, lips glossy and eyes heavy, he takes a moment to just look. You’re staring back at him, visually tracing the tattoos that color his body in red, black, and blue. Our Lady of Sorrows wrapping around his arm, roses, knives, guns, and stars. The swallows inked above his hip bones, happy trail in between. You follow it down, peeking at the obvious tent in his pants.

Maybe you looked too long, too entranced by the fact that he’s hard for you, but his hands come into view thereafter. They dip below his waistband, shucked off and abandoned on his bedroom floor. The way you look at him makes him feel more exposed, like you’re seeing something he isn’t.

Frank huffs, amused. “Good?”

Nodding, you glance back up at him, begging him with your eyes to do something. A small frown tugs at the corner of your lips, entertaining him further.

“What?” he coos. “I can’t do anything unless you take your pants off for me.”

The way he says it—“for me”—makes your stomach flip, turning your head away with a shy grin. He laughs again softly, unusually nervous and flattered by you. This is such a change of pace for him.

“Oh yeah,” is all you can come up with, fighting the embarrassed smile that threatens to surface.

It’s heartwarming to Frank, who tries to not to laugh out of strange endearment. You’re so sweet; it’s hard not to smile when he sees you.

“‘S alright,” he assures you, watching as you slide your pajama pants off, already soaking through your underwear.

It hugs your hips, snug to your skin, plush thighs clamped together as if the cotton isn’t covering enough. More full body scans and staring contests, taking in the sight of each other, aching and vulnerable. He watches you when he pries your legs apart, searching for hints of hesitation. Instead, you ease up slightly, moving with him as his eyes flutter shut.

Frank just needs to… compose himself.

“Can I?” he murmurs, swallowing hard as he realizes just how turned on you are.

His fingers trace up the fabric, damp and thin, causing your hips to roll against him. His pointers hook around your waistband, waiting expectantly. You nod at him, not trusting your tongue as you catch it between your teeth. For the life of him, Frank can’t figure out why his heart pounds in his chest as he undresses you. The sound of clothing hitting the floor rings in his ears and the sight of you, needy and glistening, burns into his head. Cold air prickles your skin, and your legs instinctively attempt to draw shut, stopped short by Frank’s warm grasp.

He squeezes your thighs gently, palms caressing the rising goosebumps. “I’ve got you.”

Almost apprehensive, his fingers trail up your thighs, two fingers delicately spreading you open. You’re focused on him, studying the way his hair falls in his eyes, lips slightly parted in awe and arousal. His eyes flit up to you for a moment, and he pulls away to lay on his side. Usually, he didn’t get this intimate, rarely building up to the moment. But you, you’re so lovely to him. So gentle, looking at him the way you do. And maybe he’s acting like this because he’s still wrapping his head around the idea of sleeping with Gerard and Mikey’s younger sister. Maybe it’s because if he does it at all, he wants to do it right. Frank’s not treating you like any other girl—he thinks he at least owes them that much.

He’s leaning closer to you, fingers tenderly splitting your lips. “Open?”

His tone is so soft, proof that he’s melting with passing time as it becomes more real. Your lips part, still flush with color, tongue lolling out and enveloping him warmth.

Oh, he’s so fucked.

He can almost feel your mouth on his cock, lapping at the tip and taking him until your throat threatens to constrict… those pleading eyes that you’re giving him now, begging for him to cum down your throat. The scene plays in his head like a feature film, leaving him insatiably hot as his fingers replace his lips. He kisses you with so much carnality, hot and demanding, as if it’ll satisfy the aching lust that coils hot around his insides. It’s just what you wanted, is it not? The rough passion that has you teetering on the point of breakage, so ruthless that he fears it might shatter you?

It’s all that you wanted, all that you craved. His desperate kisses, biting and intense, slick fingers working their way between your legs. Frank hikes one of them up, limbs tangling and leaving you splayed open for him. It’s a whirlwind of sensation, the way his lips slot messily with yours, broken by gasps as his fingers dip inside of you. One and then two, coated in arousal, leaving Frank hot in the face as he works you open. You’re cradling his face, so gentle in your hands, his spare hand still holding you apart.

When you start to moan against him, arching and reeling, nearly bucking into his hand in an eager search for more, he manages to pull away. Not too far, just a few inches, enough to look down at you and memorize your expression. Knitted eyebrows and blown pupils, mouth agape, escaping stuttered breaths. It’s the deeper strokes that really get you, his fingers curling far enough to touch you just right. He can tell from the way you clench around them, squirming, moaning, and sinking into his mattress.

“Damn,” he mutters, mildly fascinated. “When was the last time you did this?”

Speaking is a challenge, biting your lip to fight the sounds spilling from them. Your thumb caresses the apples of his cheeks, inhaling shakily and shrugging. “A while ago.”

The explanation satisfies him enough, pulling out his arousal-coated fingers to circle your clit. It’s instantaneous, the sound ripped from your throat, sending Frank’s hand flying from thigh to your mouth.

“Easy,” he soothes, planting kisses on your shoulder. “You’re okay.”

He nearly melts as your hands rest on his, over your mouth and his circling fingers. If only you didn’t have to be so quiet, and he could hear every little noise you’re making. The only thing he can hear is himself, talking you through your rising orgasm.

“You’re doing so good,” Frank tells you, working you closer to the edge. “Can you cum like this?”

The words are a blur of syllables and sounds, spinning around your head until you manage a rapid nod. There’s so much adrenaline in your veins, arousal coating your thighs as he speeds up. Your shaking legs try to close around him, muscles winding tight, but he doesn’t let up.

“Keep them open for me.”

He’s so determined, eyes flicking between your expression and his fingers while yours screw shut. Crashing down hard, the orgasm tears through you in waves of bliss and intensity. It’s so much , and you sob into Frank’s hand as he watches, mesmerized by the scene before him. God, he was gonna break you by the end of this.

Hands retracting, he lets you pant in the silence, licking his fingers clean of you. Everything he does is so foreign to you, so thoughtful and experienced, yet he’s so casual about it. Second-nature and rhythmic, his crooking fingers and fervorous kisses, skilled and subconscious as if they weren’t flipping your world on its side.

“You still wanna..?” Frank proposes with sincerity, voice trailing off like it’s a sin to swear in front of you.

It sure felt like it right now, after you managed to make an orgasm look pure. The delicacy you exude makes him feel more like some trashy, piece of shit stoner, with his greasy hair and inked up skin. Opposites really do attract. In fact, it’s everything you can’t do that draws you in further. Your parents would kill you if you got a tattoo, playing perfect so your brothers could get their lives in order. But Frank? He’s so careless, so free. It feels good to get a taste of that for once.

Once you’ve gathered your thoughts, you nod at him, breathing beginning to stabilize. “‘Course, Frankie.”

The nickname makes him smile. You’re really the only person who calls him that other than his mother. It makes him feel good. Good like you.

“That was a good one, huh?” he asks smugly, eyebrows raised.

Playfully, you roll your eyes at him, lips quirking up in amusement. “Yeah, it really was.”

He lets your hand slide down his chest, running along his tattoos until you’re palming him over his boxers. Your touch is light, cupping him over the fabric and brushing against him in soft strokes. The look in your eyes almost has him shying away; they’re so loving over something as simple as his dick. You’re waiting for him to undress, too nervous to do it yourself, giving him that same pout again.

Frank fails to hide his amusement. “What’s the rush?”

Frown deepening, you tilt your head to the side, tracing his outline with featherlight fingertips. “I wanna feel you inside me again.”

He lets out a breath, head lolling back towards the ceiling. How can you be so casual, eyes never leaving the bulge in his boxers before hitting him with the most melodic words he’s ever heard? He runs a hand through his hair and drops his head back to you, watching your face as he tugs the waistband down. His cock springs out less than a foot from you, and it all feels like a dream. A really filthy one, but not unlike others you’ve had before.

Frank just kneels there, shuffling his boxers off while your hand wraps carefully around him as though he’s made of glass. It’s sweet to him, to be treated with so much care. He lets you have your moment of gentle pumping and memorization, Frank moaning breathily as your palm swipes over the head. No one else has ever held him like this, touched him like he‘s some mythical being. He’s Frank—weed-smoking, college dropout, gas station Frank. And you’re you. Dean’s List and John Denver, Gerard and Mikey’s straight-laced little sister. He just can’t get that last part out of his head.

But you’re bleeding affection, and for a moment he can tell himself that you’re old enough to make your own decisions. Maybe not old enough for him, but your brothers certainly can’t tell you off for this. Just Frank—and that’s only if they find out.

He tucks your hair behind your ear, a cautionary sign that he’s ready to move on. There’s a faint ache where your hand once was, missing your touch as he repositions you on the bed. You feel small as he kneels between your legs, still seeing Frank as so much older and cooler than you. It’s hard to believe that you’re here at all.

You don’t feel out of place though, not as he’s leaning over you to grab a condom from his nightstand and tearing it open with his teeth. Oddly enough, it feels kinda perfect. Both of you need something different for once.

Things don’t feel as wrong when he’s lifting your hips and aligning himself, sinking in and letting the pleasure course through him. It could be because you’ve wanted this so bad, for so long, but it’s the closest you’ve ever felt to anyone. The splitting feeling and sudden fullness muddy your brain, body overcome with the sensation of it all. You can only lay there starry-eyed, fingers wrapped around his biceps while he thrusts into you.

“Always wanted this,” you blurt out, moaning as his strokes grow deeper. “For you to do whatever you want to me.”

He groans, your words injecting straight into his bloodstream. You have no idea what you’re doing to him, speaking mindlessly and it’s driving him crazy.

“How long?” he asks again, still curious from earlier.

This wasn’t spontaneous for you, and he knew that. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder when it all started. Had you come home from Christmas Break and spotted him on the couch, imagination coloring scenes like this? Or was it this summer, Frank smoking with your brothers in the backyard, gathered around a makeshift fire pit? Somehow, it’s wilder than he thought possible.

Blurring the lines of filter and regret, you tell him the truth. “Fourth of July, last year.”

Jesus, you were just a baby then. The confession makes him feel a bit guilty, questioning just how he got here. That was the first night he had met you, still vaguely remembering the way you nervously introduced yourself. Your little wave, his causal nod. Gerard ruffling your hair and Mikey mentioning that there were only “two more months” until you leave the nest. Frank is sure that you remember it all, though.

The part of him that doesn’t feel like a piece of shit is flattered, truly. He tries to channel that, looking down and seeing a girl that wanted him–and she’s beautiful. Your hands are running down his chest, lips perpetually parted, scratching lightly over his tattoos. Once he’s out of his head, he can fall into the feeling of warmth and depth that wraps around him. It’s all encompassing and he’s hungry for more, slowing for a moment to readjust.

Frank lifts your legs up, your ankles on his shoulders, his hands on your waist. “Let me know if this hurts.”

You just nod, sucking in a breath as he slams into you, hard and deep. This is different from before, a desperate search for release in a way you’d never seen. His pace after that is ruthless, face beautifully contorted as he tries to stay quiet. You’re failing at that, and his hand is over your mouth again, almost sympathetically. Not that you didn’t like it though, even more turned on by the power he holds. Naturally, he can tell, and it propels him faster and harder. How much could you really take?

He knows he’s rougher than you’re used to, that every snap adds a twist of pain, but you’re addicted to it. The overachiever in you is satisfied, thriving, knowing that you’re being perfect for him. That’s all you ever wanted, really. Frank can’t understand it though, mind boggled that you’re so placid when you sob into his hand, rewetting his cock every time he pulls out. And you never tell him to stop, even when he starts to worry that he’s actually fried your brain and he’s fucked you catatonic.

“Keep going?” he asks, almost concerned.

His hand barely lifts from your mouth, just long enough for you to answer. “Please don’t stop.”  

God, this felt so wrong, but who was Frank to deny you? You’re so polite, and the whine in your voice is making him go insane. It’s the same, brutal tempo until the tightness forms again, muscles clamping down. Frank is crazy for this, throwing caution to the wind as he dips his thumb past your lips and pulls his hand away. Then it’s thumb to clit, with no warning other than, “Need you to be quiet for me, baby.”

Fat chance, you think, but try nonetheless to suppress the mewls caught in your throat. The world is constricting, skin too hot and muscles too tight, twitching as your legs quiver above you. It’s peak stimulation and bliss, washing over you as you constrict around him, Frank nearly falling apart at the feeling. He doesn’t dare stop though, still working you through it, thumb teasing and voice filling the air.

“Atta girl,” he muses, letting your legs down and leaning in, chest to chest.

Disheveled, you blink up at him bleary-eyed. “Don’t stop yet,” you whine, pouty-lipped. “I want you to cum.”

He breathes a laugh, nestling himself inside you for a moment to let you cool down. “I will, don’t worry.”

Frank just… needs a moment. To take it all in, to let you breathe.

Before he starts, he kisses you again and your hands find their way back into his hair. It’s soothing, after how rough he had been, and Frank needs a second to collect himself anyway. This is too intimate to be less than treacherous, and you know that. You’d let him break your heart a million times over if it meant having him for tonight.

“Ready?” he whispers, pulling away.

Your hands fall to his shoulders, still delirious as you gaze up at him. Softly, you smooth your hands over his skin, nodding. “Yeah.”

The sweet, tight-lipped smile that you give him burns into his memory as he starts to move. You smile with your eyes, all excited and squinty, and it’s so angelic to him. You’re angelic, lashes fluttering shut as he thrusts, deep and steady. Those soft, swollen lips that had kissed him so tenderly, loose with hushed moans. Frank’s not used to anything this sensual, so it surprises him when words drip from his mouth like honey.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Maybe it’s because they come from the heart, eyes swimming with conviction. They meet yours, heavy lids lifting, so full of emotion. There’s that smile again, flashing across your face for a brief moment. Girls aren’t usually flustered when he sweet-talks them, but you’re different. He means it with you, and you can tell.

Your legs wrap around his waist when he’s about to cum, and he’s locked down as he nestles himself inside of you for the last time. Every sound he makes has your stomach doing somersaults, running your fingers through his hair when his forehead meets yours. He’s panting, eyes closed and forehead perspiring. The room is so quiet now, filled only with faint kisses and quiet whispers, the air thick with the smell of sex.

Frank’s not sure what to do after he’s pulled out, condom tied up in the trash. He’s not sure if you two should go back downstairs, if he can pretend like this never happened. Too many questions beg to be answered—what this means for you, what it means for him. He’s reckless and noncommittal, and you’re a glimpse of the good life. He’s the doobie codependent, and you’re all the pills he never took.

Frank forces down the fear of dragging you down with him. Instead, he embraces the possibility that you’re what he needs, because for the first time in forever, it didn’t take a joint to feel this good.

[sibsteria]

Our lady of sorrows…

Mikey Way x Fem!Reader, Secret!xReader

part two

Warnings/Content: angst, fluff, mentions of abuse, not proofread too much, I think this part is rather lazy with writing so I apologise, part three out soon!

Summary: forgot to mention, this is around 1998-2004 I didn’t wanna put a specific year so I can include a variety of things :) I also don’t want to include things such as Gerard’s alcoholism and drug addiction, personal troubles the boys had, etc. as this is meant to be fiction for fun, any troubles within the story with be fictional and apart of my story. Maybe just maybe Y/n’s ex boyfriend is name dropped in this? Can her and Mikey figure this whole thing out?

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The air that followed was a sting to your skin, a million thoughts a minute, racing against one another. The next step is lost, he remains buried deep inside you, thick swallows and breaths slowing to shallow.

“I’ll uhm-I’m gonna go clean up a little. You wanna take a shower or something?” He slides out and it’s such a bearing feeling, empty, as if he had pulled out the air in your lungs. You fail to notice his hopeful eyes casting down at you when he stood, he was never one with words.

Stupid. Stupid! You are so fucking stupid, Mikey, God. Say something to her….his inner monologue harassing him, desperate to open up his heart.

Yet.

He stood there, mouth dry, head heavy. He was silent, nothing was coming out- something had ripped his voice right from him.

Frustrated and angry at himself, he leaves, a dusty towel from the floor protecting his nudity as he leaves for the bathroom.

Was that it…? Was this a one time thing? Not that you wanted to put that pressure on him but there were no words of comfort or confirmation. Tears bite at your waterline, fighting to escape, no. That’s just embarrassing. The disdain in your heart would never last long- even if your feelings got hurt- your love for him would return right back to how it always was. You couldn’t stop loving him, dreaming of this moment in the past, it was a sure shock to you.

Mikey is fighting with himself in the bathroom, close to tears himself, that’s just embarrassing. Why didn’t he say anything? He knew you were looking at him, watching, waiting for him. Now you probably sat there, confused and most definitely upset. He didn’t want you to think this was nothing because it wasn’t to him, but he just couldn’t say it.

Your throat clenched, you felt like throwing up, and you were sure you weren’t just pulling green.

You had to make a choice, endure this night next to him, lay in darkness. Or do you leave?

He probably wanted you to go, not sparing you a word or a glance, that’s why he’s been gone so long. Just waiting for you to leave.

You begrudgingly make your choice, wiping yourself off with some tissues you found on his nightstand, grabbing your bag and clothes. Thanking above that you still had his shirt on, you slowly crept out, tiptoeing through the silent house. Barefoot at the too of the basement stairs, you knew Gee wouldn’t mind the intrusion, but what’s your reason?

Hey Gee, I fucked your younger brother and can’t bear the awkwardness and heartbreak?

No, that would be for Frankie, later.

You could think about it whilst you tried to sleep, Gee wouldn’t notice you come in.

Still fighting tears, you had manage to creep down into his room, a perfect space for you to slide into bed next to him.

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Okay, he could explain when he came back, right? He would apologise and hold you close, all out of any possible excuse he could use. Yes, that’s the plan.

Partly confident, he left the bathroom, using silent breathing exercises to amp himself up.

He pushed open the door, still hearing the stereo playing, he started to speak.

“Y/n- listen…I-“ His breath catches, you weren’t there?

He swallows his heart down his throat, the thought of you leaving had made it launch up. Was he that bad? Oh god, was it him saying nothing? Had he ruined a sure, good thing he could have had?

Had you left the house, completely?

Biting his lip, he didn’t know what to do, did you have your phone today?

He decided nothing could go wrong if he sent you a message.

Where R U? U Ok? We need 2 talk

He hits send, praying for a reply, it wouldn’t be your fault if you had left it in your house but he hoped that wasn’t the case.

Laying in the dimly lit basement, you hear a chime from your bag, you couldn’t sleep anyways.

You sit up, leaning over the side of the bed, swimming your hand in your bag until you felt something that resembled your phone.

You read the message, oh, he was definitely going to break your heart. We need to talk? This was for sure a one time thing.

You sighed quietly, debating a reply.

Talk tmr, nite

You bit your lip and hit send, you really needed to get some sleep.

Yeah, he deserved that response, he thought in his head. He hoped you were safe, he was sure he would have heard the front door if you left?

He better get some sleep, too.

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You slept decently despite the fact of all that happened, the comfort that Gee could give, even in a non response state, was a great aid to an ailment.

You were shaken awake, met with questions, as expected.

“Hey, sugar? You awake, yet?” Gee shook your arm.

“Yes, I’m god damn awake.” You groan with a mumble and then giggle as he tickles your nose with a strand of your hair.

“What’ya doing here? Thought you were with Mikes last night?” He questioned, not necessarily suspicious of anything at all.

“Snored too much, couldn’t sleep, y’know.” Impeccable acting from you, this wasn’t exactly a lie, he was like a foghorn most nights. This had happened a couple of times, you’d smack him on the arm a couple times before dipping to sleep with Gerard. A believable stunt you thought of late last night.

“Ah, well, guess I’m the lucky one, my future partner will praise me for my lack of snoring.” He beamed, he totally believed what you said.

“Future partner, my ass. You and Frank will live in a dirty apartment with fourteen cats at fifty.” He knocked his shoulder, before yawning.

He hummed in agreement.

“Well, you will be there with us, I see no romance in your life, missy.” He got you there.

“So true it stings.” You half smiled.

“Whatever happened to your old boyfriend? The one from Chi-“ You cut him off at the mention of your ex, the only other person you could say you had been in love with and probably still in love with. You told Gee about him, and just how amazing that relationship had been, gushing and mourning the loss of a great partner. Of course he was the one you had lost your virginity to, both of you together and unsure, learning with each other and it was perfect.

And the worst part was it wasn’t a terrible breakup, it wasn’t your fault you were forced to move state, it wasn’t your fault you broke your cell phone when you got here- losing his number forever. You remember that night more than you wished to.

And the day you left.

You both cried, hugging, refusing to let each other go on moving day, he promised you would always be the last good thing about that part of town. He was your everything. He was sweet and kind, absolutely adorable. God, you did miss him. But there was no way you would see him again, he probably thought you’d stopped talking to him on purpose- that you didn’t want to see him again. Didn’t love him.

That was way off, but there was no chance he would ever come looking for you after that.

“He definitely doesn’t want to see me.” Forlorn and defeated you lean on Gee’s shoulder.

“We could get married at forty? If we are still miserable souls not having found our match?” He sighs.

“Sounds like a plan, we would have to adopt Frank, of course.”

“Oh, it goes without saying.”

You had been indefinitely cheered up as a couple of hours went by. You had to get up and get ready eventually, the boys were coming round for band practise, and then later you were gonna go into this underground dive bar that Frank and you had been to a couple of times before bringing the guys- and they let in under 21s, letting you guys play there a lot of times, too. You secretly thanked yourself for developing a wardrobe box of sorts in Gee’s room, your best clothing piled inside.

You decided to take off Mikey’s shirt, putting on some comfy clean clothes, you had no idea who out of all of you each piece belonged to but it didn’t matter.

Seeing Mikey was playing on your mind, were you ready to face that mess?

You had no choice, you couldn’t let Gee know anything was up, so you had to.

Trailing after your best friend up the stairs, you peek into the living room, Mikey already sat on the couch- zoning out to the TV.

“Mornin’” Gee greets his brother, his ears perking up, immediately looking to see if you were there. His heart stops when he sees you, god, you looked so beautiful- even after everything last night.

“Hi, Y/n.” He waves, trying his chances.

“H-hey.” You avoid his eyes, darting off to the kitchen to get a glass of water, even treating yourself to some ice.

He fucked up, you couldn’t even look at him.

“I’m gonna’ go out and get some snacks later, want anything?” Mikes turned to his brother.

Gerard mumbles a loose list of items, the usual snack run.

You walk back into the room, standing and sipping your glass, well aware of the tension between Mikey and you. You were almost sweating because of how thick the air is, painful.

“Got it. Y/n, will you come with? Could use a hand or two?” Your eyes widen for a moment, you look between him and Gee. Well, fuck, you can’t say no can you?

“Sure, give me a moment to fix my hair.” You still can’t look at him, running to the closest mirror to tie it up with a hair tie you had found, preparing for the worst.

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The walk to the store was silent for a while, neither of you had the guts to speak, until Mikey decides to break it.

He grabs your wrist, ever so gently.

“Y/n. Can we talk?” He doesn’t let go of your wrist, you finally meet his eyes after avoiding it for so long.

“I guess.” You act distant prepared for heartbreak.

“Listen. I know I didn’t say anything last night and I am not gonna’ stand here and make excuses, you don’t deserve that from me. I really don’t know what happened, it’s like I couldn’t speak, nothing would come out. I am so unbelievably sorry if I made you feel like shit, that was not what I wanted, at all.” He wasn’t done but he felt like continuing to ramble an apology would do him worse off, he wanted this to be a conversation.

“Okay…thank you for that. I wasn’t the best either. I left because I thought you didn’t wanna see me, I thought you were waiting for me to leave. Like, when you said nothing and just left, I thought that was it. I guess I just want to know what your feelings are?” You open up, you don’t have the energy to do any less for Mikey.

His feelings? He didn’t even know what they were. He knew he had feelings for you, strong ones. But the definition? No clue at all.

“M-my feelings? Uhm-“ You took a deep breath, here it comes, “I really don’t know, I wish I did. I have feelings for you…I do, really. I just don’t know where we take this from here? I don’t do relationships, I never have, I don’t know where to start, but I know I want you, somehow.” That wasn’t too bad. “I think you are so beautiful and obviously I see you as one of my best friends-“ He is starting to lose you with that.

“Think of it this way. Do you want to date me? Do you want to fuck me? Anything like that springing to mind?” He winces at the word fuck.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Think about it and get back to me. Could I do one last thing?” You don’t know what possesses you, or where you found the courage for this, but it’s better now than never. You would give him something to think about.

“Sure…anything.” Mikey fixes his glasses, as you take a step closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” Your heart stammers, if this is goodbye to it all, then you want one last kiss.

Mikey doesn’t reply with words, he just nods, his ears turning pink.

You swallow your nerves, cupping his face before bringing him down to meet your lips with his, somehow all your nerves melted away.

The sensation of him kissing you makes you lighter than air, you hope this isn’t goodbye and that he has the sense to love you.

Mikey starts kissing back harder but you pull away, if he wants to kiss you again, he knows the decisions he has to make.

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Band practise was in full swing, switching from written originals to winged pieces from Iron Maiden, to just pure chaotic screaming and noise.

You stood in for the drummer most practises, unable to find one that would stay for long, you didn’t want the spotlight in your life but that didn’t mean you would let your friends fail. If you had to be the drummer indefinitely, you would, for them.

“Can we take a break? I am dying for a cigarette….” Frank huffs, stretching out his back.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll take ten.” Gee waves him off, leaving the room, presumably to wet his windpipes after some decent screaming.

“You are so locked in, Y/n, this is a sick as fuck practise, today.” Frank compliments, mumbling half through his cigarette as he lights it.

“Why thank you, Frankenstein, trying my best as always.” You got the hang of perfecting a drumstick spin, adding one to the end of your sentence letting it spin between your fingers.

I wonder what had you so drum happy today? Small, stolen glances during your haphazard set between you and Mikey had you blushing, easily hidden by the violent act of drumming making you red in the face. Could that be why? The awkwardness had slowly melted away during the day, just leaving a sense of nervousness.

You decide you had to eat something, having gone without all day. You grab what you could guess was a blueberry muffin from the counter, that would do.

You sit on the couch, Frank across from you on a chair and Mikey sat on the floor near the drum kit.

There’s a weird look on Frank’s face, one you can’t quite make sense of, you raise your eyebrow at him.

“Enjoying your muffin?” He stifles a giggle, what in the world was he playing at?

“Yes…why?” You question, slowly.

“That’s not important- What does that muffin taste like?” He hums, tilting his head.

“Um….blueberry?” You roll your eyes, weirdo.

“And?” He bites his lip.

“And what? Blueberry, that’s it.” You stop eating, confused at what he was playing at.

“And…” He drags out his word, raising his eyebrows at you, it dawns on you. Not again.

“DID YOU FUCKING LICK THIS?” You scream, jaw dropping.

“Like a LOLLIPOP!” He cackles, dodging the muffin that flew at him, you grunt, tackling him off the chair.

“You little freak- swear I’m gonna-“ Mikey silently chuckles, covering his mouth in the corner as you attempt to smack him in the head, tousling on the floor.

“Hey! Knock it off!” Ray runs in, having followed Gee, he snatches his guitar off the floor as it is dangerously close to getting kicked.

“Thank you, Ray. She’s, crazy!” Frank is heaving, still dodging your hits

“Sorry, Ray, he licked my fucking food, again.” You growl.

“Oh, never mind, please yourself then.” Ray shrugs.

“Ha!” You scream down Frank’s ear.

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You stare at yourself in the mirror, was this too much? Not enough?

You had actually done something with your hair, it sat in perfect, teased curls, having used an ancient curling iron Gerard had found.

A dress you had been saving for a special occasion, hugs you perfectly- a lovely mix between grunge and gorgeous. Some would say ruined- you would say improved by fishnets and your docs- comfort over classy. Picking up Frank’s old leather jacket, that he had bought to be a baggy item, was just as baggy on you. You let the jackets shoulder slide down resting on your upper arm, like a shawl or sorts.

You took more time on your makeup, going a little more out than you normally would, even you could admit shyly to yourself you looked kinda good. Heavy eyeliner, all smoked out and big, not like the usual under eye- it makes you wanna put this effort in again. You finish it off with a black lip, not the usual red-purple that stained your lips for days. You fix your piercings that were a little crooked, putting some cooler earrings in too.

You do a final look, dusting off your clothes and spraying some sweet perfume to mask the smell of the Way’s.

You hear the door to Gerard’s bedroom creak open, you turn your head to find Ray.

“Oh, sorry Y/n-“ He smiles when he sees you. “You look really beautiful, y’know.” He nods toward you. You laugh a little.

“I think for once I can say I do look a little pretty today.”

“I don’t mean just now either, you are beautiful, and I know you don’t see it.” Your heart tugs itself, trust Ray to make everything feel better.

“Thank you, means a lot to me, Toro.” You avoid his eyes to avoid crying and ruining your makeup.

“I think you are missing something, though.” You raise your brow at him.

“What might that be.”

Ray looks around the room, a bouquet of artificial black roses stood in a vase, he immediately goes up to them. Picking one up, he finds some scissors and cuts the stem close to the head so just the flower head and a bit of stem is left. He grabs a few of your bobby pins he found near your makeup before pinning it into your hair.

“Now it’s all together.” He fixes a few fly-away hairs, like a dad or a brother would on prom night.

“It looks perfect, why didn’t I think of that?”

“Make sure to turn some heads.”

“I will.”

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“I heard there’s a new band playing tonight, their turn in the hot seat.” Frank muses, all of you stood around in the Way living room, still waiting on Mikey.

“I love it when a new band comes along, like seeing how they play and what drum techniques different people use.” You shrug.

“Well, they aren’t better than us, that’s guaranteed, which is why we have a half an hour set after them.” Frank tells his little secret and all of your groan a little.

“C’mon, I thought we were getting fucked up tonight? You remember what happened last time we were hammered.” You cringe at the memory of Frank falling into your drums and ruining the whole performance after breaking the snare.

“We are going to control ourselves, have a couple of drinks, and thennnnnn- afterwards we can let hell loose?” He proposes, like it was his plan all along.

“Fine.” You smile, the rest of the band in agreement. You can start to hear Mikey’s footsteps coming closer and closer to the room, you do a quick pat down when no one was looking making sure there was nothing stuck on you.

He uses the entrance behind you, announcing himself.

Mikey’s world turns in slow motion as you turn around, meeting his eyes, you looked more breathtaking than ever.

He wished it was his jacket you were wearing, not Frank’s, but he doesn’t want to rush this.

“Don’t she look drop dead gorgeous?” Gerard hums to Mikey, all he can do is nod and stare, pushing back his thoughts and wants- the ones screaming kiss her.

For now, he would have to behave himself.

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Ray never drank too much anyway, a glass or two for night and due to Frank putting you down for a performance you decided to bring the van to use your own instruments- all except your drums- that was too much effort- so Ray would be the casually designated driver.

The drive there was fun, cigarette smoke slipping through the open windows whilst hard rock and the occasional ballad (definitely not Frank’s mix) blared through the speakers.

You saw the entertainment sign as you neared.

Tonight at ‘Puzzles’:

Introducing-

Fall Out Boy !

(appearances from My Chemical Romance)

Cool name, but not as cool as yours, you had thought. Your exes band didn’t even have a name when you had left them, it wouldn’t be them, surely. Although the thought always played on your mind- one day would they find their way here?

You parked round the back like always, opting to leave your stuff in the van.

You walked into the bar and everything was in full swing, just how it always was, The dirty floor, the sound of smashing bottles from behind the bar, the music playing heavy through the speakers and an abundance of drunken laughter.

The band wasn’t on yet, you hadn’t missed the opportunity to judge them, deciding to grab a drink you yanked Frank by the hand to join you.

“Hey, Y/n! Frank, what’s up, man!” The bartender bro bumps Frank before giving you a friendly wink and a smile.

“Hey, Ted, bud.” You wave, he automatically points to the cheapest bottles beer and you both nod in amusement.

Your coins clink together as you lay them down on the bar, paying for yours and Frank’s, he would get the next one anyways.

“Thanks, hun.” Frank cheers’ you, before you both bring the bottles to your lips, chugging half.

The rest of the guys join you shortly after, creating a messy semi circle near the bar.

“I know we said go easy but…shots?” Gerard’s eyes sparkle mischievously, you all cave immediately.

“I’m in.” Mikey.

“Fine, you’re paying.” Frank.

“I can’t say no.” You.

“I’ll just take a beer.” Ray, smart.

The shots are poured and you all clink them and table tap them before knocking them back.

You put your shot glasses back on the table before someone taps on your shoulder.

It couldn’t be the guys as you’re facing them, and you don’t really know anyone else so who would that be?

You spin around with a confused look on your face, your eyes widening as you see who tapped you.

“Pete! What the hell, man, What are you doing here?” You are pulled in for a hug, god, you missed him- your old best friend. Did he bring him? Was Pete on his own?

The guys give you a confused look, you wave them with your hand- you would explain later.

“Hey, Y/n- actually, we are play-“ He was cut off by the stage microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen! New here tonight and ready to play for you all- I want you to give a wild, Jersey, welcome to Fall Out Boy!” The new band is called to the stage. The crowd murmurs a little giving a cheer.

“We are here to play!” Pete beams, gauging your reaction. Your face drops, you can’t swallow, he can’t be here on his own. That must mean-

“See you after the set, Y/n. Somehow I just knew you would be here.” Pete bids you goodbye, heading to the stage.

You watch as they all pick up their instruments.

You run to stand in between Gee and Mikey.

“He’s here.” You whisper in Gee’s ear, he gives you wide eyes, knowing exactly who you mean.

First there’s Andy, heading to the drums- you remember when he first let you on his kit- you fell in love with them. He gave you pointers and helped you fuel your love for them more throughout the years.

Joe, sweet old Joe. The laughter filled afternoons, where you sat around trying to throw candy in each other’s mouths.

Pete, your old best friend, the tears shared and times you spent together never seemed to leave your mind.

And then…

Patrick.

He looks good, so good. You hadn’t seen him since moving day, the day you left Illinois.

Damn it.

You watch with awe, as he shyly introduces themselves again, picking up his guitar. You can’t draw your eyes away from him.

You don’t notice how Mikey looks at you, do you know this band?

“Uhm, so there’s someone here in Jersey, who I- we lost a long time ago- a lot of these songs we wrote about her. I hope to see her whilst I’m here. This is- Grand Theft Autumn!” Could he be talking about you?

Before Patrick starts singing, Pete whispers in his ear and his eyes widen. He must know your here now.

The pressure is on.

“Where is your boy, tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.”

“Maybe he won’t find out what I know.”

He sounds amazing as ever, you can’t help but smile.

“You were the last good thing about this of town.”

You gasp as he sings with full chest, the last thing he ever said to you before you left Chicago.

Tears brim your eyes, he must think about you too.

The band is in full motion, Patrick’s eyes searching the crowd, you know he is looking for you. Are you ready to face him? After all these years?

You realise shortly you will have to play in front of him, show him what your band is made of.

What about Mikey?

You start the ponder the unresolved feelings, snatched away from you in Chicago. The new blooming feelings in Jersey.

You can’t stop staring at Patrick, the way the stage lights hit his face, all your feelings swarming inside the hive that is your stomach.

“I need another round.” You mumble in Frank’s ear, he grabs you and pushes you up to the bar ordering four more beers, two for you and two for him.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but something is clearly fucking with you.” Frank half smiles, paying for the drinks.

“I fear the truth would break you, my love.” You laugh, feigning a sadness.

“Try me.” He ponders at you, you debate to tell him the situation.

On one hand, Frank would never tell anyone if you told him to stay quiet. On the other hand- ah, screw it.

“I fucked Mikey-“ Frank’s mouth drops open, like you just shot a dog in front of him, “mm not done, babe. My ex is up there and I am for sure still in love with him-“ Frank just stares, wide eyed, “and I’m in love with Mikey.”

“What the fuck.”

“I know-“

“You fucked Mikey?”

“Yeah, last night and-“

“Dude!”

“What!”

“I always thought it would be Gerard.”

“Shut up, you did not.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“He is like a damn brother to me!”

“Yeah, now he is.” Frank snorts, dodging a smack from you as you giggle at him.

“Rude!”

“So what’s the deal with your ex? The band actually play pretty good so, before I praise them on their skills I’d like to know if I should punch anyone or not?”

“I haven’t spoke. to Patrick for like, three years. I broke my phone when I got to Jersey and it had all my numbers in. Thought he’d be angry and forget about me, turns out, half their set is about me. He might still be angry at me- for thinking I just stopped talking to him. Oh, god, do you think he is here to yell at me?” You hold your temple, stressing out.

“Hey, hey. If he yells at you- you know I’ll- actually you don’t need to know what I’ll do.” He chuckles, giving you a side hug.

“Thanks, Frankie. You’re the best.” He smiles with his tongue between his teeth.

“You know, I’d ask you for more details on Mikey but I think that’s a conversation for later as he is comingrightthiswaybyeeeee!” He rushes out the last few words before sneaking off.

“Hey…” You turn around, Frank already lost to the crowd.

“Hi, Mikes.”

There is a nervous pause.

“You know the band?” He comes right out with it.

“Yeah…the bassist, Pete was my best friend and…yeah I knew them in Chicago- they didn’t even have a name then.” You decide to spare the information about Patrick.

“Cool, so…you and this Pete guy…it wasn’t him who you-“ You cut him off.

“Oh! No, no…Pete is- was just a friend.” You smile forlornly, remembering the friendship of the past. Maybe now you could get back in touch?

“Okay, good. I’m..not much of a fighter.” He laughs and gestures to himself.

“Aw, no, come on. I’m sure you could pull a punch.” You punch his shoulder, so gently, he only moves an inch.

“Let’s hope I never find out.” You look into Mikey’s eyes and feel a certain guilt.

A guilt that you still love Patrick.

A guilt that he doesn’t know anything.

A guilt that you love him.

“Mikey, I-“ You are cut off by a pair of lips on yours.

He pulls you insanely close, cradling your head in his, it’s passionate- more than any other kiss you’ve shared. He pulls away, shocked at himself.

“I am so sorry, you just looked so gorgeous in the light and- I have had a few drinks- I am so sorry.” He apologises, rambling on.

You look up to the stage discreetly, their last song ends and they start to exit the stage, you lose all the members in the crowd.

You panic. He deserves to know the truth.

“Mikey don’t be sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you- I just-“ You groan, trying to think of a way to explain, “I just want you to be sure of your feelings. I’m not someone that enjoys being fucked around with. Which is why you should know-“

“Y/n.”. A familiar voice behind you makes your stomach drop.

“Know what?” Mikey grabs your hand, pleading with you to tell him what’s wrong.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” You turn around, there he is, sure as day.

“Pat-“ Before you can speak, he pulls you into a hug and suddenly you’re eight years old again- meeting Patrick for the first time.

He smells the same, you feel a tear roll down your cheek, losing it as it falls onto his jacket.

“Your brother told me everything, back home. How your dad had told him you broke your phone and lost all your numbers- and I just knew you never stopped talking to me- I knew it.”

Your brother, being old enough to stay in Chicago, had one phone call with your dad when you moved, you mentioned about a broken phone- the only nice thing he had ever done was replace it. And that was only so he could now where you were at the press of a button- you wouldn’t dare reject his calls.

You missed your brother so much, but he knew you would have called if you could.

He must have told your brother- who told Patrick, who must have told the boys.

Who-

“Nice to meet one of Y/n’s friends from Illinois.” Mikey nods at him, Patrick looks at him confused.

“Friend? Did you not-“ Patrick turns to you, but before you can say anything, Mikey is kidnapped by Gerard and Ray- forcing him to come help them get their instruments.

“You looked like you could use a little help.” Frank whispers in your ear, before motioning that your set is on soon.

“Thank you.” You whisper back.

“What’s going on, Y/n? Did you not tell anyone about us?” Patrick doesn’t seem upset, just confused.

“I did…I promise. I just…I missed you too much to cope at all, I just couldn’t talk about it. I thought I’d never see you again.” You look at him, defeated- overwhelmed by everything all at once.

“I missed you, too. More than anything.” He grabs your hand, your heart flutters. You look a little different to how he remembers you, well, you are a lot different now. He still thinks you are drop dead gorgeous, more so even.

“I um, I gotta go prepare for my band to play. But here-“ You grab the pen hanging out of his jacket top pocket before scribbling your new number on his hand, “If we don’t get a chance, we will talk soon?” You smile.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, we are here for a couple weeks- Joe’s visiting his aunt a couple of towns over, so- I’ll be here. Wait- you’re My Chemical Romance?” His eyes shine, he’s never seen you play like you do now, you can’t wait.

“You know what- seems like I am.” You giggle before downing your beer and waving goodbye, running to the van parked out back to get your sticks, opting to use the house drums already on stage.

Your heart hangs heavy with all of tonight.

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“And now welcome to the stage- a favourite here at Puzzles, you know them, you love them. They got a new album out in a couple of months- it’s My Chemical Romance!” Marshall, the announcer for most nights, gives you a high five as you all step out. You had decided to play a a few songs from your only album- I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love.

Of course the new one was in the making, and how things were looking seems you would be the drummer indefinitely. You often helped with the writing process, giving you a deep understanding to each lyric and beat.

Gerard amps up the crowd and you try to spot the boys in the audience, you do, you can see them by the bar.

Pete noticed you looking and gave you a wave, nudging Patrick, who gave you a shy wave too. Andy gives you a thumbs up, and Joe just smiles, nodding over.

“We decided tonight, we’re gonna start with a little something called Headfirst for Halos-“ Gerard motions over to me and I start my cue.

“1, 2, 3-“ You blur into the microphone next to you and as soon as your sticks hit the set- you know this is gonna be a good show.

Every song makes you sweat even more, your swinging your hair around, trying to keep it from sticking to your forehead. Frank’s nearly hit Mikey in the head five times and has already licked Gerard, Ray is stood- grounded- head banging like usual and definitely with more grace than you.

You guys finish off with the song that meant the most to you, Demolition Lovers. Having wrote a lot of the lyrics about Mikey- you felt a special connection to this one specifically- it was the band’s lovechild which basically gave you all (mostly Gee) the idea of the next album.

As Gerard sings, you can’t help but find Mikey with your eyes, he usually stand on his side of the stage, moving a klmetre or two but this time- he walks closer. He’s now playing at you- putting his heart into his bass

“I’m trying, I’m trying.”

“To let you know how much you mean”

“As days fade and nights grow”

“And we grow cold”

You start the cry a little, the lyrics you wrote, you feel it in your soul.

The song ends and you can’t do anything but sit there, the hot lights shining down on you.

“Our CD’s are behind the bar as usual if anyone would like one, we have been My Chemical Romance, thank you so much!” Gerard screams down the mic, you look at Mikey, he offers out his hand.

You take it, letting him pull you off stage with the guys, as you walk out the bitter cold air is pleasure against your skin- hot like metal.

Everyone starts putting their equipment back into the van.

“Cigarette?” Frank quips, having his own today he offers out the box.

“Deadly.” You breathe, taking one out, using Frank’s cigarette to light it as you forgot your bag at home.

“How about you just…be our drummer? You’re already the best out there, you never let us down. I know you don’t like spotlight and all but you write songs the way we do and we need you-“

“I’ll do it.” You laugh.

“Really?” Frank’s hopeful eyes shining at you, they had asked a few times with you always declining.

“Yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Guys! She’s in!” Frank screams, all of a sudden you are surrounded by sweaty, stinking males putting their paws all over you as they hug you.

“Finally!” Gerard kisses your forehead.

You just hope your whole boy situation doesn’t break up the band.

“You need me, what can I say?” You pretend to play it off cool.

What a night you are in for.