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girlofthesunxoxo · 1 month ago

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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.”

#mikey way smut #mcr x reader #mcr #mikey way x reader #mikey way #frank iero #gerard way #ray toro #my chemical romance #my chemical romance x reader #gerard way x reader #frank iero x reader #ray toro x reader

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all2angels · 9 months ago

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i think gerard is so cute especially when they were like a senior in highschool. but i know if i went to high school with him i would think hes a freak and that really does smth to me. he would be smelly and draw ppl during class, and just idk. need her bad

OMG this was so long ago i totally thought i already posted smthn with this ask 😭

tw dubcon? oblivious!gerard, youngeerr!gerard

NO BUT FR! whenever i see his high sch pics i just 😫😫😫 he looks like the nerds i wanted to fuck in high school like actually...

have you guys read about that interview where gerard talks about his first kiss and he said he wasn't an initiator and also "i ended up obviously really being more into that sleezy, dirty type thing. -i was way into it." yea. yea...

you wanted him to ask you to hang out, but he never seems to get the hint so you just flat out ask if you could come over to his house.

and then there's his horrible attempt to clean his room (which meant he took all of his stuff and moved it to one corner.) and you could smell the axe perfume gerard showered himself in.

a little later, you try to make a move on gerard, little touches here and there, accidental brushes of initmate places, and he seems to just brush off your not-so-innocent touches. ugh, he was so clueless.

ok fast forward a little later and you're giving him a full on handjob while iron maiden plays in the background. he didn't really tell you to stop, nor did he say to keep going? so you guessed he liked it. he was a mess, biting his lip and squirming a bit.

and he came a little too fast, you thought it was cute but it got literally everywhere, including your clothes and arm. he was way into it.

#i hope this is socially acceptable #gerard way x reader #gerard way smut #all2angels #gerard way #mcr x reader #mcr smut #my chemical romance x reader

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 7 months ago

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Mcr headcanon: y/n (gn) is starring in a horror movie and they’re character d!es in the movie.

Like they d!e in a HORRIBLE way, like horrifying way, how do the boys react to it?

TW: mentions of a fictional character's death, mentions of food, mentions of jealousy

Gerard

I'm literally on my way back from a Yosakoi festival after getting up at 3am (it's 9pm currently, I had 4 hours of sleep), and my feet have been in soaking wet shoes for the past 10 hours (I think they're starting to develop gills) because the rainy season decided to made a comeback and they had to cancel the fireworks because of that (at a festival that's called a "fire carnival" of all events), and you're coming with this? Not formatted properly because I'm literally sitting in a bus, that's driving through the Kyūshū night while I have glitter stones stuck to my face and two braids with Yukata-hair-accessories on my head.

WC: ???

Assuming Gerard knows what's gonna happen, he's probably looking forward to it. He's sitting in your living room, watching the screen attentively, the snacks you were sharing long forgotten as his eyes follow the action. He's leant forward, ellbows on knees, asking "oh, is this where it happens?" in an almost gleeful voice. Depending on how sudden the scene happens, he either gets jumpscared or just follows the story like the most interesting lecture. Either way he ends up laughing, and leaning back into the couch once it's over, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead. "Well done," he'll tell you with his lips pressed to your forehead.

Would he watch that movie again: sure! It's a good movie! Next time he'd like to discuss the foreshadowing of the ending through the use of colours and the weather in the early scenes of the movie.

Mikey

Mikey loves horror movies, and that his s/o is staring in one is just a major plus to him. He has a lot of experience with horro movies, so he catches on pretty early that your character is going to die, even if you didn't tell him. He would low-key get excited about it. A voice in the back of his head tells him that 15 or 20 years ago the idea of watching a character that has the face of a beloved person die on screen would have terrified him, even though he was very well able to tell fiction from reality, but now he just enjoys the action, as he feels you cuddled into his side. He might even go as far as offer ideas for even more gruesome deaths, or ways to make the character's death even more painful for the audience.

Would he watch that movie again: absolutely! Has the potential to become a new favourite of his.

Side note: my seatmate just fell asleep on my shoulder. I shall not move until she wakes up.

Ray

Ray would generally be pretty chill about it. He grew up with horror movies too, and he is used to seeing you on screen, so he isn't all too bothered by it, but probably more bothered than Gerard. He doesn't show it all too openly, only pulls you in after the scene is over and praises your work. The only indication that he is more affected by it than he lets on is when he pulls you in a little tighter that night, holding you close to his warm body with his nose buried against your neck. (Seatmate just tried sitting up, and failed. Head is back on my shoulder.)

Would he watch that movie again: he wouldn't necessarily bring it up by himself. If he wants to see you act, there are other movies you're in, where you get a happy end, or at least don't die (he prefers watching those over watching your character die, even if he has to suffer through watching you kiss another actor or actress in front of the camera. It always makes him a bit more self-conscious watching you kiss those perfect people, even if it's not real, and he get a bit more clingy than usual for a few days afterwards.)

Seatmate sat up again, is leaning towards the other side now.

Frank

Frank plays is cool, but isn't. Like the others he has seen enough horror movies and has seen you enough on screen. He's even okay with your characters making out with other characters on screen, even though he does have a (well controlled) possessive side that usually tries to act up when some person is hitting on you. (Seatmate's head is back on my shoulder. She's so cute.) So he knows he shouldn't feel that pit in his stomach opening, it's just fiction after all, you're right here next to him, babbling about how hot the studio was that day while playing with his fingers. Still he closes his eyes at the last shot showing your character staring up right past the camera with lifeless eyes. He has watched your characters die on screen before, but something about the way this is portrayed hits different. "Whoa, that looked pretty real," he'd chuckle, his voice a little more shaky than he'd like to admit, "rad acting there!" Luckily you know him well enough to see through his facade. You know he's self-conscious about his feelings towards this scene, so you don't address it directly, but you scoot a little closer to him at night, and he takes the invitation, and wrappes you in his arms (which is rare, since he usually needs a little bit of space to fall asleep).

Would he watch that movie again: only if you asked and he couldn't come up with an excuse not to watch it. He'd rather not see this last shot of your face again.

And since nobody asked, you get a picture of our banner

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 4 months ago

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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.”

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misfits-in-motion · 20 days ago

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pluck my strings

(ray toro x reader)

☾ — not proofread, not word counted, this is RAW everyone. first public story in years. crazy guys. trying to keep it gender neutral for my folks but,,, i am but a molar — ☾

summary: you're a guitarist coming into the 2000s emo scene. much like many others, you have just a basic knowledge of guitar. thus, feeling a little bold, you contact your friend with the most knowledge. and,,, yeah, maybe you just wanted an excuse to see him. when you finally do make it to the studio, you can't help but let your mind wander. can anyone blame you? he's just so close....

tw?: uhhhhmm not that i can think of. sliiiiight smut if you squint. really just suggestive and tense.

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⠀Your band had come in with a fever. One second, you were working job to job, trying to desperately cram your hobbies into your free time whilst also managing friendships and your ever-crumbling dating life. Then, one half-slurred, half-mumbled, half-thought hangout idea spewed by one of your close friends led to this moment. You had a show in exactly two weeks, and still only knew maybe five or so chords. Sure, you could switch between them pretty fast and come up with decent riffs and progressions, but nothing that would sound like more than a dead kennedys knock off on stage.

⠀While my chemical romance was making their way up the ranks, they still held you and your band in close regard. You and the guys had been tight since early 2002, and you even witnessed a lot of bullets being made. which, to say the least, showed off their talents. Out of the bunch, you tended to lean toward Ray for a number of reasons. He was quiet, but not terribly quiet. Quiet outwardly, but not in an introverted sense. Ray just reserved his words for when they mattered. You could appreciate that, along with his utterly charming smile, insanely good taste in movies, appreciation for music, among other things.

⠀It seemed everyone but Ray knew you had a total thing for him. Even when you called him up in the middle of your friend's mom's house, they snickered and made obscene gestures toward you deserving of a middle finger from hell, that of which you gave to them in full.

⠀Now, standing outside the recording studio, your previous idea felt a bit more ominous. Just as you were heading in, Frank was heading out. You bumped shoulders, that unmistakeable little laugh coming from the other guitarist.

⠀"Gotcha!" Frank grinned, turning to face you as you turned simultaneously. "Knew you were coming. Ray won't shut up about it."

⠀"Oh?" He'd piqued your interest. You couldn't help the smile on your lips, your head tilted a bit to the side as you watched Frank. Maybe you'd entertain this. "How are you so sure?"

⠀Frank playfully glanced off into the sky, hands in his pockets as he rocked on his heels with an excited little smile. "Oh, you knoooow," He shrugged, "Just the way he instantly got up and started making sure everything was juuust right for your arrival. I can recite it verbatim, dude. 'you know who called-? yeah! yeah. gonna help 'em with some guitar stuff- hey, do you remember where that one amp is-?'. Gay." Frank shook his head with a laugh.

⠀The image in your mind brought some warmth to your chest. He was that excited just to see you?

⠀"You guys are so gay. Look at that fuckin' smile on your face. Unbelieveable. Well, don't let me keep you from your date."

⠀Before you could protest, Frank had already turned and raised a hand in goodbye, leaving you outside the doors of the studio in the brisk air.

⠀You turned, looking at the doors with slightly wider eyes than a few moments before. Figuring the last thing you wanted to do was keep Ray waiting, you pulled open the door and walked inside.

⠀As usual, the smell hit you first. Wood, metal, a bit of sweaty musk, and a certain "clean" smell, but clean the way carpets are. It was warmer inside, but only warm enough to keep everyone from shivering considering the instruments and equipment were top priority. You walked down the hall, finally finding the recording room Ray was settled in. As if on cue, he looked up to see you through the window in the door. You smiled, and waved enthusiastically.

⠀Ray returned the smile, and you opened the door to realize there was no one else but him. Well of course there was no one else but him, but still it was a bit jarring to be alone with him. It was always a bit difficult to come to terms with the fact that you had the fattest crush on Ray. It was obvious to a pathetic point, hence the embarrassment.

"Glad you could make it. I mean, I was getting a little worried, y'know."

"Oh- pff, yeah. I had to walk here... No car, and all..."

"What-!?"

⠀The way Ray's jaw dropped made you nearly shrink.

"You walked here? Dude-! I-..." He let out a small laugh of disbelief, "I could have come picked you up. It's way too cold outside to be walking. Besides, what if someone kidnapped you?" Ray shook his head as he pulled two chairs close together, facing each other.

"I mean, I didn't want to bother you-"

"Oh shut up! You can always bother me. Always. Takes only a little gas to get to you. And if it meant you were gonna be warm, then that's what I would have opted for."

⠀Again, that same little smile crept up your lips along with a certain warm flush to your face. It was nice for him to worry so much. For him to care. It almost gave you a liiiiittle spark of hope that he felt the same.

⠀You pulled off your jacket, which Ray was quick to take. Just for a moment, his finger tips brushed along your biceps. The ghostly sensation was enough to raise instant goosebumps along your arms. And oddly enough, you couldn't help but think about how warm his touch was despite it being barely there. You wondered what it'd feel like for him to hold you with purpose. With his hands placed strategically, with meaning. Just for a second, you wondered what that warmth would feel like on the more private areas of your body. How would his hand feel clasping the back of your neck? Cradling the underside of your thighs snaking further up until he could cradle your ass in his palms? Would he be gentle? No. No, Ray would be gentle in theory. But he'd want to grab you. Hold you. Make sure you fit just right in his hands, slotted together like pieces of a puzzle.

"You ready?"

⠀You turned quickly. "Yeah! Yeah, sorry. Lot on my mind, I totally zoned out."

"All good... You okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

⠀You could have laughed if you weren't so tensed with both embarrassment and anxiety. Paralyzed with the realization that was now setting in: the man you had dumbly imagined a future with, sex with, dates with, and intimacy with was now going to be mere inches away from you while your mind strayed and tried to come up with every last sexual situation this moment could lead to. What a set up.

"No! No, it's nothing like that!" You gave a nervous laugh, waving your hand as you finally convinced your feet to move and walk you to the chair beside him. "Just... Nervous I guess. It'll be my first time playing on stage like that. I don't think high school band and choir count." You laughed again, softer this time. What you didn't see was the way Ray's lips curled up slightly at your more genuine laugh. The sound was sweet, no matter how much you tried to deny it. He loved it.

"That's okay. Here, we'll start simple? Okay? Just nailing down some scales and stuff? You gotta remember scales from band and all, right? These'll be your base blocks."

⠀You gave a few nods and desperately tried to focus on the guitar he placed in your hands. It only took a few seconds to realize it was one of his personal electrics. Ray carefully reached forward and guided your fingers into position. Again, you felt that same rush of heat. His hands were larger than yours, and now closely studying them, you wondered what they'd feel like in your hair. Running through it, or perhaps holding it tightly. Maybe even tugging on it.

"My fingers go here?" You quickly tried to end run your thoughts by paying attention, which was most likely important considering these lessons were meant to help you get ready for being in a proper band.

"Yeah. Just like that. See? You're already catching on."

⠀The little amount of praise nearly made your stomach jump into your chest. It was practically like he was trying to give your mind ammunition to fluster you with.

"Alright. You've done picking before, right?"

"Just some. I'm not too good, if I'm being honest."

"Don't say that. I'm sure you're great, but don't put yourself down. Try picking top string to bottom string. That's your low E to high E."

⠀You did as he instructed, and for a little while it was just that. Ray told you what to do, showing you little tips and tricks along with some position corrections and adjustments while you desperately tried to fight everything off in your mind. Now wasn't the time to debate whether Ray was into you. Now wasn't the time to question if Ray found you just as attractive as you found him. Attractive didn't even cut it.

⠀It seemed everyone knew about your 'thing with Ray', so you had spoken to your friends about it in the past. And boy, could you gush. Between his eyes that seemed to twinkle and shine whenever he was interested in something, to his smile that creased up his eyes in the most adorable way, and then there were his lips which were so plush and perfect looking. They paired perfectly with his cut jaw, which led down to an oddly hot-looking neck, and don't even get started on his broad shoulders-

"Are you really okay?"

You nearly jumped three feet in the air.

"Fine! Sorry, I'm so sorry... I think I'm just ready to move on. If you think I'm ready, that is."

"Yeah, I'd say you're pretty good on scales for now. I mean, if it comes down to it I can just give you another lesson. Meet back here again and polish everything, you know?"

"I... I'd really appreciate that, yeah."

"Great. Then we'll meet again for lessons. Until then, why don't we move on to some chord progressions?"

"Sounds good to me."

⠀Ray explained a few shapes, but it was a bit difficult considering he didn't have a guitar in his hands, too. He was moreso explaining them to you, guiding your fingers, and then having you strum. And for the simpler chords, it worked. But as they grew more complex, you could feel the gears slowing in your brain. Not to mention, being able to smell Ray's shampoo, deodorant, and cologne didn't help. You were growing desperate. Fast. You wanted to smell like him. Be so close, so enveloped in him, that your skin took to his cologne. Your skin smelled like his skin.

"Okay, this obviously isn't going amazingly, so let's try something a little different. I'm gonna move you, okay?"

⠀You nearly got up before you felt your chair move with you on it. Ray had tugged your chair over directly in front of his. So close you could see his shoes beside your chair. Then, his arms came from behind you. One of his hands settled on your waist, the other wrapped around your hand on the fret board. You could scream.

⠀He was so close. You could feel the heat radiating off of him. Hold me. Hold me, not the guitar. Say whatever you'd like, just hold me, please. I want your arms to squeeze me.

⠀You decided to royally fuck any mental restraint now. You wouldn't feed into it physically, but there was no point restraining your thoughts now. God, this had to be purposeful. Friends don't hold each other gently by the waist, thumb absentmindedly stroking back and forth along the fabric of your shirt. He had to be moving in on you, and you weren't complaining a bit.

"Here. Your index, or first finger, goes here, second here, third here, and your pinky goes here. Hold that, and strum a few times."

⠀His voice had dropped lower. Slightly softer, but richer. He was speaking just to you. Just for you. Saying words he only wanted you to here. The way his fingers tightened ever so slightly around your side made your breath hitch slightly. You assumed it was because you strummed the chord beautifully.

"Sorry, is this okay?" Ray asked gently, his voice carrying a slight gravelly undertone from being lowered.

⠀Realizing what he meant, you flashed a reassuring smile. "You're okay." You nodded a few times.

"Good."

⠀Ray's hand shifted a bit lower, his grip hugging the side of your thigh as he moved in closer. His head was over your shoulder and you could feel his chest pressed against your back. If it weren't for the stupid fucking chair, you'd be able to be perfectly snug against his figure. And, fuck, did you want to be.

"Let's try another chord. You're doing great."

⠀Ray's lips nearly brushed along your ear. You could feel his breath warming your skin, even feeling his chest rise and fall. If you paid any closer attention, you would be able to tell that his heart was racing the same way yours was. Being so close to you was a blessing for Ray. One you didn't exactly know about, but could guess by now. His fingers guided yours again, and made a different chord. You strummed, and and a string buzzed obnoxiously, as if wanting to be seen.

"That's okay, I think it's your pinky. Shift it a little to the right. Strum again?"

You did as he directed.

"Perfect." Along with his praise, he gave a small rub and squeeze to the side of your thigh. There was a small, trapped sound that caught in your throat, whether out of surprise or enjoyment. Either way, you didn't see the smile plastered on Ray's face.

⠀Just as Ray was about to say something else, his phone buzzed in his back pocket and played a Bauhaus song.

"Shit- sorry. One second."

⠀Just as his warmth had wrapped around you, it was gone twice as fast. He had pulled away and gotten up, answering the phone in the corner of the room. If you listened close enough, you would be able to make out whatever he was saying. You opted to pluck mindlessly at the guitar, even practicing a few of the picking patterns Ray had taught you.

"Okay, sorry about that. Gerard called, wanted to know if I would be down to practice with everyone else. Which, in Gerard talk, means everyone else wants to practice and needs me too. But, uh, I wanted to ask you, first." He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Ask me..?"

"If you didn't mind ending this lesson here. But not forever-! Just... For now. How does same time tomorrow sound?"

⠀You stood, leaning over to switch off the amp before you unplugged the cable and guitar. You handed the guitar over to Ray with a sweet smile, that of which he returned. It wasn't hard to see you were both seeing each other as newer people.

"It sounds perfect to me."

"Perfect. So I'll... Come pick you up, too?"

"I dunno. Maybe I'll... Walk here again. Just so that you'll have to do whatever you did back there to warm me up."

⠀Ray faltered for a moment, then laughed as he registered you addressing the moment. "Right. I'll do you one better. I'll pick you up a little early and make sure you're nice and warm in my car, yeah?" Ray took the guitar from you and put it away, safely in its case. He then grabbed your jacket, and held it open for you to slip your arms into.

"I don't think I can argue with that one." You grinned.

"Good. It's settled." Ray helped your coat on, then rested his hands on your biceps. He leaned down beside your shoulder again. "See you tomorrow?"

⠀Your face flushed again, this time, you turned slightly so that your lips were a few inches from his own.

"See you tomorrow."

☾ — mueheheheeeee i hope this was good. any comments are greatly appreciated, positive or constructive critcism, either way i'm down. ermmm debating a part two?? but idk it feels kinda finished to me ',:|. either way, hope u liked ittttt tags n shiz below but yeah :3 — ☾

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iminsideacoffin · 28 days ago

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fem basement gerard x reader ?!?!pleak

OMG YESYESYES she would be so disgusting.. truly a perv about you..

she would whine and whimper as she humps her pillow all night long, imagining its you ofc.

would be very shy, you would have a lot of work to do to make her open up..

she always had a big fat crush on you.

oh but when she finally open up..

she's truly a slut,

begging for you to suck faster, rougher..

plz spit on her, and PLZ bite and mark her all over her plush body..

whispering to you to go on another round, even if her clit is so overstimulated.. well she loves u and the way u guys fuck, what can she say? <3

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mimilovesnumetal · 1 month ago

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

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rdiowx · 1 year ago

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This is how i look answering your guys asks

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 2 months ago

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Begging on my knees for the jealous Gerard fic.

Jealous - Gerard Way x Iero!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption (drunk gerard), smoking, violence, jealous gerard way, panic attacks

Word Count: 2343

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Here we go!!!!

“Bert! Where the fuck are you?” I shouted, running behind our tour bus. We’d been on Warped Tour for a few weeks and it had been the best few weeks of my life. My Chem had slowly been getting more popular but it only been a week since Gee had introduced me to Bert–we got along instantly.

“I’m on the bus!” He responded, sticking his foot out the door. I jumped up onto the bus and see him sitting on one of the benches smoking a cigarette. “What’s up?” He asked, smirking at me.

“Not much. Gee’s drunk as fuck, Mikey’s hanging out with Alicia, Frank’s out with fans and God knows where Ray is,” I laughed. Bert sat there running a hand through his greasy long black hair, staring at me. As much as Bert was my friend, he was always staring at me–which I’m knew both Gerard and Frank would get annoyed at. Being the only girl in a male dominated rock band and scene was difficult, especially with Frank Iero being your older brother and Gerard Way being your boyfriend.

“What’s new with you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Nothing. I like the new hair though, did Gerard do that for you?” Yesterday, Gerard had showed up in our bus with a grocery bag of hair dye, deciding to dye his growing roots red instead of black like the rest of his hair. After talking the previous night about our favourite colours–I mentioned mine was pink–he handed me a bottle of hot pink red-ish dye and we spent the night in the bathroom. I nodded and smiled at him. I let out a yawn and ran a hand through my hair.

“You tired babe?” Bert let out a small laugh before opening his arms to me.

“You know Gerard’s gonna be pissed if he walks in on you guys like that,” Quinn walked into the lounge, a Mountain Dew in his hand.

“We’re just hanging out, it’s nothing more than that,” I looked up at Bert who was already looking down at me with a devilish grin. “Oh shut up.” I grabbed out my phone and started checking my texts.

Frank - 5 unread messages.

Frank - Gee’s pissed as fuck I’m gonna have to come find you in a second

Frank - Where are you?

Frank - He’s literally crying and asking for you

Frank - I’m coming to look around the busses

Frank - You’re not in our bus. Gerard is literally bawling his fuhking eyes out. And I’ve now got Mikey and Ray looking for you as well.

I stared at the little electronic device in my hand–which I couldn’t afford until a few months ago. Quinn looked at me before letting out a sigh.

“Someone’s looking for you aren’t they?”

I nodded–of course he fucking knew that. Quinn knew everything.

“Who?” Bert asked, letting out a sigh.

“Frank. Apparently Gee is asking for me,” I responded, just as a set of footsteps came from the door. Mikey.

“Hey Mikey-boy!” Bert shouted, laughing loudly. Mikey stood there, arms crossed and an unimpressed look plastered on his face.

“What are you two doing? Gerard has been begging for you for the last hour. Need I remind you that you’re dating my brother.” I moved out of Bert’s arms and stood up.

“We’re just hanging out Mikey, nothing is happening at all. Quinn was here the whole time I swear,” I turned my head to look at Quinn who nodded, confirming my story.

“Well we’ve gotta go now, Gerard kinda needs you,” Mikey looked at me with genuine concern. Of course he needed me. We went out into the blazing heat to find the others. Frank was looking around the merch stands with Ray–who wasn’t paying much attention to what he was doing.

“Where the fuck were you?” Frank ran up to me, a mixed expression of ‘pissed off’ and worry plastered on his face. Mikey spoke for me.

“Hanging with Bert and Quinn.”

“Where’s Gerard?” I asked, ignoring the topic. Frank looked towards our tour bus and then down at the ground. Immediately I turned walk towards the bus but was stopped by a hand wrapped around my wrist. Mikey.

“I’ve never seen him like this before, just be gentle with him.” Mikey’s definitely seen Gerard at both his best and worst.

Walking towards the tour bus, I took a peek through the door but didn't see anyone sitting in the main lounge. I hopped into the bus, knowing Gerard was probably laying in his bunk.

“Gee?” I muttered, pulling back the curtain. He looked like crap. Drunk and exhausted.

“Baby?” he rolled over so he was facing me, the smell of alcohol wafting into my face. I'm disappointed in him.

“I thought we agreed you weren’t gonna drink anymore,” I tucked loose strands of his messy hair out of his face, finally able to see him properly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened,” he moved over, making just enough room for me to sit at the end of the bed. Grabbing his phone, he started flipping through text messages and notifications.

“Next time you want a drink just come find me, I was hanging out with Bert and Mikey came in all freaked out about you. He’s your little brother Gee, you need to be a good role model,” I sighed, holding his hand. Gerard just nodded, not paying attention but I knew the message was going through.

“Wait, why were you hanging out with Bert?” He looked up from his phone with a slightly annoyed expression.

“I got bored so thought I’d spend some time with the other bands.”

“Then why the fuck is Quinn texting me about how Bert’s trying to quote ‘put the moves on you’?” Wait? What? What the fuck. Quinn? Bert wouldn’t try to do that, I was dating one of his best friends for god’s sake. I sat there speechless, looking at him with a blank expression. It was clear he'd already made up his mind as he got out of his bunk and started putting his shoes on.

“No, don’t do anything that’s going to mess things up, you’re already drunk,” I begged, grabbing hold of his hand.

“I’m not going to let that dick try and take you away from me. It already took me 3 years of being in love with you to actually have the guts to ask you to be my girlfriend, I’m not losing you now,” he ran a hand through his greasy black and red mop of hair. I sighed, knowing there wasn't much I could do to stop this. Gerard stopped for a second, looking at me up and down.

“You know I love you, right?” Of course I knew that. I'd known that since the day he told me he loved me, nothing had ever changed. I just missed the person he once was–the real him. Looking up at him, I nodded with a small smile resting on my lips. His hands reached down to cup my face as his forehead met mine. “You are mine, and it’ll always be that way.” He leaned down to kiss my upper lip, the taste of beer lingering for a while after he pulled away. “I’m going to talk to him, are you coming or not?” He grabbed his hoodie and stood, towering over me.

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

We both walked over to The Used’s bus and Gerard stood just outside the door. He gestures for me to get onto the bus and as I took a step I was immediately met with Bert and Quinn shouting at each other, stoping once they saw me.

“I thought you went to find Gee. Did you come crawling back for more?” Bert let out a laugh and moved towards me, arms spread out. I took a step back, bumping into Gee's chest, the slight chuckle he lets out hitting me hard.

“What do you want?” Bert sighed.

“Why the fuck did I find out that you were spending time with my girlfriend through Quinn?”

Bert turned to face Quinn who shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know man, she came here to hang out while you were off getting drunk. I didn’t do anything she didn’t want me to do.”

Well, that was going to set Gerard off.

As if on cue Gerard launched at Bert, punching him in the face. Quinn tried to separate them as fast as he could but they were both stronger than him.

“Go get Frank, he’ll know what to do!” He shouted over the two. I ran out and scanned the immediate area. Where to fuck was everyone? Ray and Mikey walked past me, both looking slightly concerned at my state.

“Oh my god, what’s wrong?” Ray asked.

“Where the fuck is Frank? Gerard is literally fighting Bert in the bus. Quinn told me to go find him.” I was breathless and sweaty, finally feeling the impact of the heat. Mikey was already running towards the bus as Ray took me to find Frank. It felt like the world was closing in on me. “Ray,” I panted, knowing he couldn't hear me, too busy looking for Frank in the crowds of people. “Ray.” He rans towards a nearby tent, finally laying eyes on my brother. He says something to Frank, who looks over to me. It was a hot day–hotter than a normal warped tour day. I couldn't remember how much water I'd had but I stood there watching Frank look at me, squinting his eyes. “Ray.” I muttered before everything turned black and I hit the ground.

...

“Holy shit is she dead?” Bert’s voice.

“She’s not dead you dickwad, she just passed out.” Frank. I felt and heard people shuffling around me but the air in the room was cold, so I must've been inside.

“I feel terrible. This is all your fucking fault Bert, she wouldn’t have gone looking for Frank if you didn’t fucking cause this problem.” Gerard.

“Well you were fucking drunk.” Again, Bert. A hand tucked strands of my hair behind my ear, which I could only assume was Gerard’s or maybe Frank’s.

“Would you two shut up, I’m actually worried about her,” Mikey’s voice was quiet and shaky. He sounded like he’d been crying.

“She’s gonna be okay Mikey. We got to her fast. I think she’s waking up anyways, see she’s trying not to smile,” Ray laughed. He’d caught me. I opened my eyes and let out a small laugh.

“Stop it,” I dragged out trying to sit up slowly. “How long did it take for you two to stop fighting once you realised I was dying?”

Frank laughed loudly. “That’s the first thing you want to know?” I looked around at Gerard who was staring at the ground. “It took them 15 minutes to properly stop bickering once we brought you inside.”

“I’m sorry.” Gerard’s voice was flat. He was sober now.

“Mikey?” I ignored Gerard to focus on the boy that was sitting on my right side. “Are you okay?” I asked as I caught him wiping away tears.

“You scared the shit out of me.” He looked down at me.

“Oh Mike. I’m not going anywhere,” I pulled him in tight for a hug. “Could you guys maybe leave Gee and I alone?” I looked at Frank as if he was the one to make the decision. He was going to say no.

“Alright, come on guys,” he said, shocking me. Frank escorted everyone out before flashing me a quiet smile and leaving.

Gerard and I sat there alone in the room.

“What happened, Gee?” I started before he had the opportunity to.

“You got dehydrated. I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry–”

“Stop it. You don’t need to be sorry. I just want to know how I ended up on our bus.” Gerard nodded and explained that Frank had carried me onto the bus and Ray ran to tell everyone else. I watched him explain, trying to find the right words. He looked nervous. Like the first time he told me he loved me.

“–And then you woke up,” he finished.

“You’re so pretty when you think I’m mad at you Gee,” I smiled softly.

“What?” He laughed nervously, an unsure grin growing on his lips.

“I’m not mad at you, I just wanted you to stop fighting with Bert. And stop drinking.”

He moved so I was sitting in between his legs, his arms wrapped around me.

“I’m trying to stop drinking. It’s just hard for me.” He nuzzled his head into my shoulder.

“I love you so much. I know you can get sober if you really want to but right now it’s really hurting our relationship. Just remember I love you though.” I turn around so I’m straddling him and cup his face.

“I love you too baby. I’m sorry I got so worked up about Bert,” he pressed kisses on both my left and right temples, moving down my jaw till he reached my lips.

“Gee the others are gonna be back any minute,” I mumbled, running my fingers through his hair.

“Let them see.” He pressed his lips to mine like was desperate for me. Gee’s lips had always either tasted like alcohol or a mix of vanilla and diet coke. He deepened the kiss by grasping the back of my neck.

“Would you two get a room?”

Frank and Mikey interrupt us in a roar of laughter. I got off Gee and he stood up, lifting me onto his back–giving me a piggyback ride to the bunks.

“Have fun you two!” Frank giggled.

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sibsteria · 17 days ago

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Where is my mind?

Mikey Way x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Content: smut, angst, fluff, fem!reader, abuse mention, minimally awkward virginity loss

Summary: mcr high school!au (appearances from fall out boy, later), Gee is your best friend and you are into Mikey. One faithful night, things come to a head and you make a choice, will you regret it? Does Mikey have feelings for you? Maybe a love triangle is to come…..

(this will be a multiple part series, i have really been missing the good old wattpad band fics lately, so this is imo a glorified reprisal of those days)

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Sitting outside of the principle’s office after school, waiting for Frank, is not how you wanted your Thursday afternoon to go. He just had to throw that chair at Bob- I mean, the kid deserved it but, you had places to be.

You heard the door click as he walked out to the hallway where you were, 99% of people had already left to go home after school, his shoes echoed the halls as he walked out of the office.

''Hey, Y/n...'' His hand finds the scruff of his neck, he smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

''I-...I'm not even gonna say anything. Come on, the others are waiting in the van.'' You chuckle and scruff up his hair and flicking him in the nose before legging it down to the exit.

''Hey!'' He screams after you, trying to catch up.

The van door is open as Ray sits in the driver's seat, Gerard next to him and Mikey is in the back. The van itself usually smelt like a mixture of weed, gummy worms, god awful body spray, alcohol and a strong slight tinge of BO. It belonged to Gerard, but Ray was borrowing it this weekend having just become a certified driver.

You scream as Frank nearly catches up, ''Mikey, move!'', you dive into the van and shuffle to hide behind Mikey as Frank jumps in after you.

''Aren't you brave.'' Frank says to Mikey and smirks.

''Okay, enough now, I just got my license and I don't need you and your stupid self to get that taken from me.'' Ray rolls his eyes, this is the first time he has driven us, it's usually Gee.

You sneak a glance at Mikey, his head leaning against the wall, trying to drown out Frank's boisterous noise. He glances over at you, his eyes widen a small amount as he catches you, you swallow and dart your eyes somewhere else. A heat of embarrassment cups your cheeks and you just pray you aren’t that red in the face.

Mikey smiles a little, before turning back to look out the window.

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Friday morning you decide to once again, as usual, to get a ride to school from the boys.

You stifle a cry as you look in the mirror, there is no hiding it today.

You never let them see you cry, it’s not the perception of yourself that you like them seeing.

You’re supposed to be the tough and rough one, the edge, where cares don’t exist when you are around. What a load of-

You can hear the creak from his bedroom floor from the downstairs bathroom, that’s enough pity party for today, you gotta get out of here.

Waiting in your front yard, you bring your cigarette up to your lips shakily, placing it between them and letting them wrap around the end, you take a firm pull.

As it the smoke escapes you- stinging your eyes a little as the wind blows it back, you withdraw the cig from your mouth, the tip of it stained a burgundy from your lips. Mornings like this are serene as the water from the gutter babbles and trickles from the roof onto the porch. The neighbourhood is silent at this hour, just the homeless and school kids awake- by now they would already be at school- your group were always late.

Your next door neighbours and coincidental friends Gerard and Mikey are your saving graces, the latter watches as you smoke your shitty morning away with a moment of peace. They both hear it at night and in the morning, and whenever you are in your house, really. Even though you acted solid, they can tell just how much you are breaking each day.

You didn't know Mikey had been watching you as you brush at your nose and eyes, pushing away the sadness, messy eyeliner being your typical look on any normal day, it never starts out fucked up but it always ends that way- sometimes before you even left your house.

The air was brisk, you had forgotten your jacket inside but there was no way you were going back in. Goosebumps appeared on your arms, you torn tank top not doing any justice to the cold, rubbing your knees together as you pull down your denim shorts- your tights ripped- although that was a fashion choice. You rolled your feet around in your dirt ridden, worn out boots, trying to capture some warmth. You dug around in your fabric messenger bag, trying to find the fishnet layer you new you had in there, to go over your tank. Your hand rummaged inside- your lipstick, cigarettes, matches, hair tie, purse, ID, eyeliner pencil and half a bottle of vodka banging against each other as you struggle to find it. You did find a banana clip though, a couple of scratches in the plastic- basically brand new in Jersey- you hold your cig in your mouth as you clip your hair back. The unwashed knotty hair was not a cool look, you make sure your fringe swoops over your tender eye, a hair poking you in it, making you wince a little.

You didn't hear Mikey hop over the fence.

''Wanna wear mine?'' Hs jacket was already off, presented to you as his slight smile covers his face. He had on a long sleeve top with a graphic tee over it.

''Oh, Mikes, I couldn't do that- you'll freeze.'' You frown at him.

''Nah, it's okay, you need it more than me.'' The encounter is awkward yet sweet. ''Seriously, I won't let you say no.'' He titters out a small laugh.

You give into the generosity, shrugging on his oversized hoodie, it smells exactly like him- drowned in cologne, the air freshener of the Way house, and of course- his own scent. He was always a little stinky, but ever since you got to know him- he started to smell better and better, introducing himself to showers. You doubted it had anything to do with you, though.

You internally beamed at this, you can smell him whenever you wanted now, until you eventually give it back. Maybe he won’t notice it go missing?

''Thanks...'' You blush and smile, your feet moving against the gravel and rocks on the ground.

“Honestly, it’s no problem…” His sentence trails off as you hair uncovers a bruise on your eye, “He…he hit you again?” Mikey whispered, thoroughly angry, his face dropping, he was sure the silence meant good things this morning.

“Yeah, but-“

“-no, no buts. You’re staying with us, tonight, at least. Just wait until Gee hears about this.” You and Gerard had been friends for longer than you had known Mikey.

“Till I hear about what?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear, rather, my angel.

“Take a look at this.” Mikey tugs on your arm pulling you over to their front lawn instead of yours, getting out out of the view of your front window.

Gee pulls your hair back gently, the black eye revealing itself.

“Fuck.” Gerard breaths in through his teeth, tongue pushed to the roof of his mouth.

Your lips start to tremble as you pull Mikey’s jacket closer around you. You could always act unbothered by it all until Gee looked you in the eyes.

“Oh, little miss, you can’t go back there tonight. Give him time to cool off. Someday we’ll move out o’ here, once the band takes off, I promise i’ll take care of you.”

“We’ll. All of us. Take care of you.” Mikey mumbles, putting his hand on your arm, giving it a rub. Gee picks up your limp hand, rubbing a comfort over your knuckles, in an attempt to soothe you.

You swallow thickly, the taste of tobacco and stale soda from this morning swimming in your mouth.

“Don’t let Frankie know until we are off the estate, we can’t have another broken window, he already doesn’t pay for heating.”

The brothers chuckle a little, angst still present in the atmosphere.

“Probably for the best.”

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You wait with the two until Ray and Frank pull up in the van, you take care in hiding your face from Frank as you climb inside, sitting in-between the Ways.

Pulling into the school parking lot, you finally put your guard down and let Frank see your face, Gee rubbing your arm as you do so in comfort.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m gonna- gonna run him over, I really am- Ray! Start the van!” Frank is heaving, raving, screaming.

“Frankie, stop. He’ll just make it worse later.” You place a hand on his shoulder.

“Well, you’re not going back there tonight, I already called mom.” Gerard says, Mikey nods.

“I told her, she’s coming with us after school, and for the whole weekend now that I’m thinking about it.” Mikey recalls.

“You’re right. I just can’t- can’t believe it! Well, I can- but-“ You cut Frank off.

“It’s okay, i’m alive.” You shrug.

“Yeah, for now. Gotta smoke?” Frank huffs.

“Sure.” You giggle.

You and Frank lean on the side of the van across from the others, blowing your smoke into the air, and sometimes in each others faces to piss you both off. No one wants pure burnt tobacco in their face if it isn’t spiked with something more.

The bell rings, you quickly dab out your cig butts and all start running inside, taking a quick swig of your vodka bottle before you start the day.

“You better share that later.” Frank narrows his eyes at you as you reach it to class, late for homeroom anyways.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t?”

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You got maybe about an hour of sleep last night? So falling asleep by your second class of the day was forseen, the smell of Mikey’s jacket helping to lull you off. You were sure to get detention for this, hey, at least you know you will be seeing Frank after school instead of waiting like yesterday. Ray sits next to you in mathematics, you aren’t sure why he isn’t in a smarter class.

The teacher drones on and on and acts like a lullaby almost.

As guaranteed by the end of class and many, many harsh berates for falling asleep- sure as shit, you had detention.

Leaving class was like a breath of fresh air, teenage, odourous, fresh air.

Nowadays, you hardly got bullied, having raised your status with Frank- he’s definitely not afraid to get in a fight, may it be for himself or on behalf of one of you. Which helped, people don’t touch him anymore- he’s a bit of a loose cannon.

You decided to take a page out of his book a while back, so people mostly left you alone.

That said…

There was a new clique, so to speak- on the rise, a couple of exchange students from a couple of states over grouping up the old hierarchy. You knew it wouldn’t take long until you had to reiterate just how much you don’t like to be fucked with, and instead of picking at you, they picked at someone much worse to mess with.

Down the hall you saw a vague scene, a group of girls and maybe two guys?

The closer you got, the more steam came out of your ears.

They stood there, laughing, picking on, humiliating Mikey.

No.

You took a moment to see how far they would take it, one of the guys decides to push mikey into his locker, making a loud tin crash. That doesn’t it, then.

You stormed over, standing in front of Mikey, forcefully shoved yourself in their faces.

“You think it’s funny to pick on someone who has done literally nothing to you?”

“Oh, please, nothing? He’s stood around all mopey like a little loser, someone had to take the top spot, we are sure not letting you losers have it. Freaks, I swear none of you have even heard of deodorant-“

You punch her straight in her nose, a spurt of blood spraying your knuckles along with her shirt, she stumbles back and one of her guy friends catches her. Tears form in her eyes and she tries to find a comeback but she is unsuccessful, clearly not used to her victims fighting back at her old school.

“If you wanna say something, say it. I would love to have a reason to punch you again.”

“Y-you’re psycho!” She pushes out, trying not to cry.

“You mess with my family, the people I love, ever again- I can guarantee I will break something else, and it won’t be as quick. Don’t you ever, look, talk, or even think about Mikey ever again. You got it? You look like the poster child for pro-choice, did your mother buy you condoms instead of a cabbage patch kid?” You spat at her, Mikey grabs your wrist gently from behind you.

The girl only swallowed before quickly swerving and walking away briskly.

“Y/n…”

“I don’t understand why she thought she had the right to do that to you, Mikes-“

“That was fuckin’ awesome.” His eyes are shining down at you, a smile gracing his lips.

“You don’t know how I felt watching them do that to you.” You pull him into a tight hug.

His heart picks up pace at this, he wraps his arms around you quickly, welcoming the contact.

He lets himself breath in the scent of your hair, quietly.

You allow yourself to relax into the heat of his chest, embracing the comfort he gave you. Your cheeks blushed up as his thumb rubbed against your back, affectionately.

You both pull away, you take a little longer to stare into his eyes, pushing up his glasses with your finger as you noticed they had slipped.

What? Why did you just do that? That’s weird, why would you do that.

Your eyes widen as you realise what you had done, you turn to leave before a certain best friend of your is walking up the hallway.

Mikey is stood there in shock. Was that weird? That was really intimate.

“I just saw Holly? Nice one, dude.” Gerard speaks up from behind you., saved by the Gee shaped bell.

“Thanks, Gee, really proud of that. I just wish she had said something else so I could have smacked her down again.” You laugh nervously, choosing to ignore the situation you had created out of your own feelings.

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Let’s just say you got a hefty punishment, after school detention for a a month, the school decided not to call your dad after they had noticed the bruises and scrapes for years at this point, even some broken bones. They wouldn’t dare report the abuse but- they would never tattle on you to him, not wanting to worsen anything. You basically had free will with a few detentions, that you would share with Frank anyways. After all, there was no use detering fights in Jersey.

After school and yours and Frank’s detention the drive back was full of comfort and laughter, and not just because Frank had lit up a giggle stick and passed it around.

You all had taken a small rest just to chill in the middle of a forest near your estate to smoke a little more, the time turning late. You of course, did, share the vodka with Frank.

You and Mikey, through the hotboxed van, had locked eyes as you sat next to each other, no amount of magic grass could ever make you forget how much you want him, your biggest secret, your shame.

You let out a breath, blowing out the smoke that was in your system before passing it over to Frank. Mikey smiles before looking away, a blush on his face that you don’t really notice.

Another weird fucking moment for the books.

You eventually pull up at the Way house, parting ways with the others.

Your dad is sat on the porch, surrounded by empty beer cans, a bottle of whiskey in his hand half empty.

“Shit.” You whisper, ducking behind their front fence.

“Wha-“ Mikey shuts his mouth when he sees your dad on the front. He tugs at Gerard to do the same, all of you crouched, slowly shuffling along the fence wall.

You all manage to make it inside, through the back, going around the house so he didn’t see you walk through their front door.

“Fuckin’ christ. He has never waited like that.” You appear extremely stressed out, running a hand through your hair, pacing back and forth. “What if he looks for me? What if he comes here?”

“Hey, it’s okay, if he comes here- you hide yourself somewhere? You can hide, can’t you? Get mom to open the door? She knows you’re here tonight and she obviously knows what’s going on.” Gerard proposed a loose plan.

“Okay, okay. He can’t be violent to your mom, he wouldn’t do anything publicly. Always mumbling how he ‘can’t go back to jail’.” You nod and agree with rambling words.

A knock at the door startles you all and you all collectively scream, ducking down.

You let their mom open the door, it was just a neighbour after some milk.

“Fuck, maybe we smoked too much.” You giggle at your paranoia.

“Nah..not enough.”

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You decide to have a private talk with Gerard, well needed, it had been a while.

After some tears and angry talk, you were ready to relax, you gave Gee a the biggest hug you could muster before deciding to go up to Mikey. You always swapped sleeping arrangements when you stayed for longer than one night, wanting to give either one peace. Tonight would be Mikey, tomorrow Gee, Sunday- Mikey and it goes on.

You tended to stay over on the weekends, your dad getting paid on a Friday- using his paycheque on the town and the dealers and usually a hooker or two, too busy and fucked up to notice your absence- he had things to occupy him. Once that money was gone when Monday rolled around- you face reality and put yourself back up for the abuse.

Bidding goodnight, you head from the basement to Mikey’s room.

You sit on Mikey’s bed, directly next to him, Gerard definitely already passed out in his basement room. Frank had left you a roll to smoke, he’s never usually this generous but after what you went through earlier, he felt kind enough. Sitting in Mikey’s shirt and panties of your own, his lanky frame making it more like a dress, you pull out the matches from your bag on the floor before sitting against the headboard.

You light a match with the nail of your thumb, Mikey practically drooling over you, before lighting it up, not that you notice.

“Fuck today has been…” You trail off, already tremendously baked.

“Intense?” Mikey finishes for you, subconsciously, he pulls your shirt down as a part of your abdomen is showing.

“Mhm.” You mumble as you take a drag, a large huff of exhaustion and annoyance rattles from your chest as you blow it out, up towards the ceiling.

“You know…I really hate seeing you like this, you don’t deserve it.” He adjusts his glasses, as he recites a small comment directly from his heart.

“Thanks, Mikes, if more than five people thought that- maybe things would be different for me.” You shrug.

“We’ll get outta here soon, promise.”

“Hope so.”

You press play on the stereo on his nightstand, tuning it to a low-fi rock channel.

“That is more like it, I’m done being down today.”

You take a rather large pull of Frank’s present, an idea springing to your busted mind, you don’t think about any possible implications that could render from it.

“Hey, you ever swapped smoke before?” The sentence passes your lips and you feel your body grow warm at the thought of doing that with Mikey.

“Uh-uhm no, not really. I smoke with Gee and the guys and well…not really something I do with my brother.” He giggles, nervous.

“Would you…ever try it?” You turn yourself on your side and prop up your head with you hand, looking down at him.

“N-now? With you?” He looks shocked, almost scared.

“I mean, if you don’t want to or if you’re uncomfortable it’s okay. I’ve only done it with Frank-“

“You did it with Frank?” You can’t tell if its jealousy, disgust or interest in his voice.

“Yeah, on a bored Sunday evening and he didn’t have a lot of smoke, dealers weren’t active that particular day- we thought of it as a way to make do.”

“Can- um, can I try it? With you..?” He tries to swallow, his lips and throat completely taken over by cottonmouth.

“Sure.” Too zoned to realise how intimate you are about to be together, you take a sizeable drag, before inching slowly towards his lips.

You’re heart, like it has its own mind, starts to hammer as you get closer and closer to him.

His glazed over eyes looking up at you- he looks so peaceful and perfect.

His lips are still closed, so you take your thumb and put it up to his bottom lip, opening them up.

You close your eyes as you start to blow your smoke into his mouth, your lips sometimes grazing his. There’s something so erotic about this moment, it makes your insides feel like a carnival ride.

Your nose bumps his as you pull back, letting him blow out his own smoke.

His eyes are darting around your face, his hand comes up to hold your hip gently, you escalate by gently straddling him, putting the smoke to your mouth once more.

All Mikey can do is pray his body doesn’t betray him right now, the last thing he needs is a boner, just because a pretty girl is on top of him.

But it’s not just a pretty girl, it’s her.

You lean down again, your nipples poking out of your shirt due to the breeze in the room, he can feel it as you connect your chests.

You cup his face with one hand as you bring your lips closer to his, for the second time, this time he instantly opens them.

You slowly blow the smoke into him, lips touching a little more than the last time.

The lyrics to a pixies song, long forgotten in the background, the air is thick, tension biting the air.

It’s hazy and you can’t think straight, you’re done blowing but you can’t seem to move, still hovering over his mouth.

His hand on your hip grips you a little tighter.

A small kiss is planted on your lips, he made the first move.

You rub his cheek with your thumb, kissing him back, it lasts a few seconds this time.

The temperature in the room switches as his lips slam onto yours, his other hand snaking up your back to hold your head, pushing it down into his lips. The smoke still in your hand, you quickly dab it out in the ashtray next to him, saving the third of it for later.

It’s the most passionate experience you have ever had, all you tasted was his tongue and his scent made your head spin, his fingers dipping under your shirt he fixed not only twenty minutes ago.

Mikey can’t stop himself from bucking his hips up, hard as steel now, so much for avoiding temptation.

He taps your clit with his actions, your mouth opening in shock.

Is this happening?

“Mikey…” You mumble, between your kisses, he migrates to your jaw, nipping slightly.

“Yeah? You okay?” He breathes out, licking a stripe up to your ear lobe before giving it a soft bite.

You can’t help the small moan you let out, that feels so fucking good.

“Are we? Is this gonna happen?” You heave, in a low whisper.

“Do you want to?” Mikey pauses and kisses you, deeply.

“I mean, I’ve only done it once…I don’t think I’m too good..” You nervously hum.

“I’ve…never done it at all. I want it to be you, though? If you-…please? Can we?” Well when he’s begging like that, what else can you think about.

“Take your fucking shirt off.” Your mind snaps, hands grasping the bottom of his graphic tee, pulling it over his head and throwing it somewhere into the depths of his room. He wraps his arms around the back off you, letting his lips meet yours again.

What the hell are you doing?

This is your best friends, brother.

But it feels so, so, right.

The kisses turn slow, agonising and almost romantic as his hands gesture you to lie down next to him. You comply, letting your hair splay out on his pillow, he stares down at you, his hand trailing down from your shoulder to your thigh.

Your heart is knocking against your chest as he lifts the shirt up a little, your underwear on show for him to see.

His hands are a little shaky, a mix of the weed and the situation you both put yourselves in.

“Should I, um, do you want me to put my mouth on you, or?” He scratches his neck a little, nervous.

“You don’t have to, you can use your fingers if you like?” You shrug, reaching to grab his hand, guiding his fingers to your clothed clit.

“I can take them off if you want?” You propose, he nods like a deer in headlights. “Take your pants off too, can’t do nothing with them on, Mikes.” You giggle, trying to make the situation less tense.

“Yeah, ‘course.” He scrambles of the bed, undoing his belt and letting his pants hit the ground, the sound of his buckle clanking as it connects to the wood.

You stay lay down, pulling down your underwear, before you can throw it- Mikey is on top of you again, kissing you like it’s his job.

You can’t remember dropping your panties out of your hand, and you don’t notice Mikey grabbing them and stuffing them under his pillow.

Whilst he moves his lips against yours, his hand starts to trail down again, a finger lightly pressing against your clit. You hum in approval as a spur for him to carry on.

He starts unsure circles, keeping a rhythm, however lightly pressured they may be- he is a bassist after all.

“More.” You mumble against his lips, bucking up into his hand, showing him what you want.

He starts to wind them a little faster, adding more and more pressure until it’s perfect and pleasurable.

“Mikes…” You whisper, as he kisses down to suckle on a spot of your neck.

“Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut as you moan his name, lips trembling against you.

“Stick ‘em in.” You tap his fingers up with a hip move.

“O-okay.”

He does as told, putting them to his mouth, spitting a little before pulling them back down- this time to your hole.

He tentatively dips his fingers in, you encourage him, sliding down on them a tad.

His middle finger and his ring finger sink deep in until you hit his knuckles- recognising his middle finger due to the cold metal feeling of the ring he wore on it.

“Curl them, upwards.” You kiss his jaw, to him you look beyond beautiful.

Your cheeks are a dusty pink, eyes glazed over- a little red albeit from the previous activity. Your hair is a mess, well it always was but that’s what he liked about you. You lips a little raw from when he’d been kissing you, you looked gorgeous to him.

He starts to curl his fingers, his instrumental skills coming in damn handy, you arch a little with the perfect pressure he applied.

“Oh-“ You moan a little, grabbing his bicep thats holding himself up above you.

He bites his lip, staring at you a little too hard for his liking, but he just can’t help it.

This goes on for a few minutes, him adding his thumb to rub your clit and then removing it just to tease you- as he had found. Virgins can have fun too.

“Do it, Mikes, put it in.” You nod at him, and then down to his dick.

“You ready?” His cheeks redden, his excitement clear.

“Are you?” You chuckle a little, moving a piece of hair out of his face, it was a comforting act, he starts to gather some spit in his mouth.

Bringing himself up, he kneels, his cock screaming for attention, he’d never gone like this before- always relieving himself on his lonesome before it would get angry.

You decide to bring yourself up, leaning back on one of your hands, giving his tip a little kiss, looking up at him through your eyelashes- still adorning your mascara.

“Jesus.” He cussed out, the view of you, under the mercy of his own dick.

You smile softly, laying back down and opening your legs for him to slide in.

He positions himself, a simple missionary, sturdy and reliable.

The spit he was collecting in his mouth is spat into his hand and then onto his cock, he lather it around, giving himself some preemptive strokes, gasping at the feeling of finally being touched.

He spits again, this time bringing it to your pussy, making sure it will go in easy, after all it had been a while since you had experienced it- not that you needed the extra lubricant anyways.

His tip found your entrance, it was real now, this was happening.

You were taking Mikey Way’s virginity.

He starts pushing in, slowly, letting you breathe through the slight discomfort.

He looks you in the eyes as he goes deeper in, a feeling resonate with affection- it’s more tender than expected.

It’s almost uncomfortable as the feelings in the room aren’t proclaimed nor said, yet a certain understanding is there along with raging uncertainty. It’s a mess, and it’s so you.

Nevertheless, as he bottoms out, feeling you completely, he’s wrapped up in you. You’re warm and soft and so much better than his hand could ever be.

He pulls out a bit, pushing back in, repeating this until he’s sure he knows the motion.

He starts to become confident in his thrusts, his dick almost coming fully out before he shoves it back in.

He is a whimpering mess, hardly able to keep himself up with his forearms, you pull him close into your neck letting him hit you at a better angle more comfortably.

You lift your knees, wrapping lightly around his lower back, stroking his hair as he thrusts over again and again.

His pelvis bone is hitting your clit in sync with the thrusts now, boosting your pleasure.

You give out soft, breathy moans into his ear accidentally as he hits a particular spot, he combats this with a whine- continuing exactly what he was doing.

“Mmf’” He mumbles into your neck. “Agh, so good…this…so good…you-“ You grab his shoulder blade, anchoring yourself as his speed increases.

“Mikey-“ You moan out, head back into the pillow and eyes screwed shut.

“Fuck!” He grunts, his hand coming up to stroke your hair as he continues pounding into you. “Say my name, please, baby.” He whines, begging you for it.

Baby?

If that wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever heard.

“Mikey, please, m’nearly there.” Mikey feels as if he is about to shut down.

He can feel himself coming to an end soon, and he wants you there with him, he really does.

“Want me- inside..or?” He struggles to comprehend his words as he’s thrusting.

“Yeah, yeah, inside.” You breath out, strangled moans following.

His pressure on your clit, the feeling of him hitting deep inside, the stroking of your hair. You can feel the quick build of your orgasm, it comes on fast and strong- like you just hit the ground after jumping off a skyscraper. It’s intense and perfect and you can’t help but let your fingernails scratch his back a little as you find a grip onto reality.

“Oh-“ He moans at the feeling of your nails digging in and scratching down, igniting his own release.

He speeds up, letting himself ride his high, before slowing down to a still.

He doesn’t pull out immediately, staying buried within you, covering your insides and his own dick with his come.

“Christ.” You breathe out, realising what you had just done, and at how it felt to melt together with your biggest infatuation.

Mikey is silent, his hot breath fanning against your neck, time standing still.

What do you even do about this now?

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