#mikey way x reader fanfic

[2therazor]

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

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

could you write something about that? :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[oldiesstationlover11607]

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

Dating Basement Gerard Way - Headcannons

Warnings: Some angst

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

Dating Basement Era Gerard Way :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hope you liked this!!

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Away From Preying Eyes - Mikey Way x Reader

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: angst to fluff/hurt comfort Word Count: 2 851 Warnings: loooots of kissing; lack of communication, use of y/n Summary: The way Mikey keeps hiding your relationship causes doubts for his feelings to rise A/N: As per popular demand… I wrote this some two years ago I think. There are a few more stories, that I should proofread and publish… someday. Also i just realised i haven't published anything since the last chapter of Killjoys... oops. sorry.

Mikey’s lips were soft on yours, kissing you sweetly. It had been literally weeks since he had last kissed you like this, all the times in between having been hurried, squeezing as much passion into a short kiss as possible.

But now you could tell he was taking his time, his hands on your waist as you were leaning against the side of the bus, his tongue swiping over your lips lazily. One of your hands was buried in his back pocket, and you almost smiled into the kiss as you remembered the look he had given you, when you had done so: surprised at your boldness, intrigued and definitely a little turned on.

It really was unfortunate that you had to sneak around like this, holding hands and sharing kisses and whispered compliments only when nobody was around who could have witnessed it. It had all started out at the beginning of tour, when after the set, which had been weirdly emotional for all of you, Mikey had pulled you aside, into the narrow space between two curtains, and kissed you for the first time. That’s how it had started, the sneaking around.

You had been more than thrilled at this development, after all you had liked Mikey for a long time, and it was exciting to have a secret the others didn’t know about. It felt like a game of hide and seek, and until about two weeks ago you had not minded the secrecy at all. But then Frank’s girlfriend Jamia had come to visit.

The two of them were definitely not the over the top, love-dovey couple, but you couldn’t help but notice the way Frank would kiss her hair absentmindedly while listening to someone else talk, or how she would hook her thumb in one of his trousers’ belt loops while they were walking or standing next to one another. It made you wonder what it would be like to have this with Mikey, and slowly doubts began raising, doubts you really didn’t want to have.

What was this to Mikey? Did he even see this as a relationship, or was it just a fun thing at the side?

Until then you had always assumed you were a couple, as valid as Frank and Jamia, even if nobody knew. But maybe that was the problem. Nobody knew. Even if Mikey wanted to be with you, properly, more than just a quick make-out session in the long, empty corridors of an arena, or deserted hotel hallways, why were you telling nobody? Was he… was he ashamed of you? You hated when these thoughts started pressing in, especially when it happened in moments like right now, when his kisses were so sweet and caring, that they left no doubt that this was so much more to him than just fun.

You tried shooing the thoughts away, but before you had truly succeeded, Mikey had pulled away.

“Is something wrong,” he asked, his eyes carefully scanning your face, searching for the smallest hint of discomfort.

“Nothing,” you smiled, hoping it was convincing enough. “Everything’s good.”

“Hey, something’s off, I can tell,” Mikey insisted, and gently nudged his nose against your cheek, an affectionate gesture you had quickly learnt to love. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

You sighed. At the moment you really would have preferred continuing to kiss him than to talk about the stupid thoughts that had swarmed your mind. And they were stupid, you knew that. Every time Mikey touched you, or looked at you when you were alone, you knew that he cared deeply for you.

Maybe it was just the fear of giving your heart away and being left again. It had happened before.

Mikey cared for you, yes, but how could you know he cared for your as much as you cared for him? Well, you didn’t even expect him to love you the way you loved him. You just couldn’t help but wonder if this was something he wanted to pursue in the long run. And no matter how little you wanted to hear him tell you that it was just something that would last for the duration of this tour, he still deserved to hear your thought on the matter. So, you sighed again, and tilted your head, making space for Mikey as he trailed small kisses along your jaw towards your neck.

“It’s just- I can’t help but wonder-”

You were interrupted by the door to the bus jumping open, no six feet away from you.

Mikey’s reaction was immediate. Quicker than you were able to register, he had clamped one of his hands over your mouth, and – being taller than you – brought himself between the door and you, so you wouldn’t be spotted as easily. Even though the door blocked the view to whoever had opened it.

Those were the moments that really made you feel weird. The moments when Mikey was so quick to cover any and all interaction with you, never letting the others even get the faintest clue as to what was going on between the two of you. And for some reason, this time it stung more than before. If you only knew why he did that, why he was so keen on keeping your relationship, if it even was one to him, secret, then you absolutely wouldn’t have minded it but this way…

“(Y/N), Mikey!”

It was Frank, who had opened the door of the bus, but seemed to make no attempt at stepping outside. “(Y/N), Mikey! We’re gonna watch Dawn of the Dead!”

He waited a moment before he spoke something else, more muffled, and probably directed at the others inside the bus, before the door got pulled closed again.

“Let’s talk another time, alright,” Mikey suggested, still tense, but slightly more relaxed now, and you nodded. “You’ll go first?”

Again you nodded, quickly tucking at your shirt to make sure everything was in order, before you slipped past Mikey and headed towards the door of the bus. It had been stupid to think that Mikey and you might actually have a little time this once. You knew the others were waiting for you to come back from the drug store and for Mikey from saying hi to another band who had parked their bus not too far away on the festival grounds.

But maybe Frank had sort of saved you there. Otherwise, you would’ve had to tell Mikey how you felt about him, and especially after his reaction to almost having been found out just now, that felt even worse than confessing to your best friend.

With a last glance at Mikey, you pulled open the bus door, and climbed inside. Ray and Frank had already settled on the sofa, while Gerard was fumbling around with the TV.

“There you are,” Ray noticed and patted the empty seat next to him. “We already wondered what took you so long.”

“Couldn’t find the damn store,” you whined, dropping down next to Ray.

“Did you at least get what you were looking for,” Frank asked, before telling Gerard to try another button.

“Nope, they didn’t have my brand,” you lied. Of course the truth was that you had never looked for a drug store in the first place, and instead spent the past thirty minutes kissing Mikey. But now you could reuse the drug store excuse for the next time.

“Ugh, that sucks,” Frank rolled his eyes. “Oh, and have you seen Mikey? He’s been MIA since this morning.”

“No clue,” you shrugged, giving your best to sound indifferent. As if you didn’t know he was waiting outside just a little longer before coming in.

Indeed, just as Gerard had found the correct button on the old TV, Mikey opened the door, and with an apologizing hand gesture settled down between his brother and Frank.

While the others were focusing on the movie, you did your best not to look over at Mikey. You knew he had sensed something was up and would not stop asking about it before you told him the truth, and you were not sure you liked that prospect.

~*~

For two days you managed to escape Mikey. Two days in which you always managed to not get out of a situation with others, even though you knew he was waiting for you. You were evading him. Mikey knew that as well as you did. You knew eventually you’d have to talk to him, eventually you would have to ask him what this thing between you meant to him. Two days. And then your luck ran out in a dimly lit hotel corridor.

Mikey had waited in the open door to his room until you tried passing it on the way to yours, when he grabbed your wrist, and dragged you down the corridor and around the next corner. No rooms were here, only the small door to a broom closet. Nobody would look for you back here. And a huge potted plant gave you additional privacy.

You had let out a surprised squeal at him dragging you along all of a sudden, but you got quickly shut up by Mikey’s lips on yours. He was kissing you feverishly, as if it were the last time he ever would get to do it. You couldn’t blame him, after all, god knew what he had to think after you had evaded him for two days, not even allowing him his by now traditional post-show-kiss.

His hands were cradling your face, while he used the length of his body to keep you trapped against the wall, his lips desperately chasing yours. You kissed him back, suddenly not sure anymore how you had managed to deprive yourself of him for the past days.

Only when he was out of breath, did he pull away, leaning his forehead to yours with closed eyes.

“Talk to me,” he begged, his hands falling from your face to your waist, gently holding you there. Not forcefully, never forcefully. Rather the kind of touch that made it clear that he wanted to feel you, wanted you to stay, but would easily allow you to slip away, should you wish to do so. “What happened? What did I do?”

You swallowed thickly, opening your eyes to look at Mikey. His face was so close that you couldn’t focus on him properly, but you could make out his long dark lashes against his smooth skin, the slight stubble that grew on his cheeks. He looked troubled, even with eyes closed and as out of focus as he was right now, you could tell he looked troubled and worried.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, making him shake his head slightly.

“No, no. Don’t apologise,” Mikey disagreed. “You pulled away and there has to be a good reason for that. And I know it has to do with me, so don’t apologise, alright? I just- I want to fix it… if you’ll let me. I want to make things okay again. With us.”

“Is that really what you want,” you asked, finally pulling back a little.

Mikey’s eyes opened, and confused he looked at you.

“What?”

“Do you really want us?”

You could see the fraction of an inch that his eyes widened, the shock, the panic setting in, and almost instantly you felt bad for it. But this exact question had been plaguing you for too long now, so you had to ask it eventually.

“Yes, yes of course,” Mikey bubbled out. “Of course I want us. What- why would you think I didn’t?”

Ashamed you looked away. How the hell should you put all those thoughts and feelings into words, this fear of rejection, of just being a side-gig, the fear that he might be ashamed for you. How could you possibly put it into words without making it sound like you thought he was the bad guy in all of this?

A warm hand came up to your chin, and Mikey tilted your head up to look at him again.

“Why would you think I don’t love you?”

His words were like a knife through the heart, and you could feel tears rising.

“I just- you were so insistent on keeping everything a secret, it felt like-”

The moment the words had left your lips, realization hit Mikey and he groaned, and squeezed his eyes together, before he dropped his head backwards into his neck.

“Shit,” he swore quietly, “I knew I should’ve talked to you about it.” He took a deep breath and looked back at you; his brown eyes full of sorrow as they took you in. “It has absolutely nothing to do with you, it’s just- For as long as I can remember I was always Gerard’s little brother. Or My Chem’s bassist. Or Pete’s friend. And I love being these things. I love my brother, and I love the band and I love Pete, even though all three can really get on my nerves sometimes.

“But to other people I’m never more. I’m never Mikey. I’ve had girls want to date me just because then they’d get closer to my brother. As if he’d ever even think about doing something with a girl I was interested in at some point. Or interviewers ask me about everyone in the band but me. And whenever someone shows interest in me, it’s either because of Gee or because of the band.

“But with you I can just be myself, you know? I can just be Mikey. And- fuck, at first, I wasn’t sure if maybe I’m wrong this time too, that you’re just letting me kiss you because we’re in the same band, and maybe this doesn’t actually mean anything to you. But then we were in that studio, and you kissed my hand and I just knew that it you were actually looking at me-”

You remembered that interaction. A radio station had invited the band to record a song with them, and while everyone else had been busy setting up, you had snuck over to Mikey. It had been quick, the way you had taken his hand and pressed your lips to his knuckles.

You had been scared he’d be mad at you, since anybody could have seen, but the urge to show him some sort of appreciation had been overwhelming, and instead of getting mad, his cheeks had been dusted over a slight pink, so that a minute later Ray had asked if Mikey was feeling alright, or if he might be getting a fever.

“I’ve always been looking at you,” you interrupted Mikey quickly, making him smile sadly.

“I knew that then. I knew that, and it was, is, the most precious thing in my life. And I didn’t want to share it. We, the band, we spend so much time on such narrow space. We know literally everything about each other. But this – that you were looking at me for me – this was my secret, and I wanted to protect it so badly from preying eyes… And I completely forgot that to you it had to seem like I didn’t care enough or-”

Mikey broke off, unable to phrase the words both of you were thinking.

“It’s okay-”

“No, it’s not. Because I made you feel like you weren’t desired, and trust me, that’s as far away from the truth as it gets.”

“I made you feel awful too, not telling you what I was thinking and avoiding you for two days.”

“At least now I know why. So, if you want to tell the others, then I’m fine with that. I don’t feel quite ready for the rest of the world to know, but if that’s what you want, I’ll learn to-”

“It’s not,” you interrupted him. “It’s not what I want. We don’t even have to tell the others, not now at least. I wanted to know why we were keeping it a secret, and now I do. Hell, I can even understand how you feel, parts of it at least. And it’s okay for me to do it at your pace, as long as you promise it won’t last just for this tour.”

“I never meant for it to just last for this tour,” Mikey shook his head in disbelief. “Not with you. I love you too much for that.”

That was the second time now that he had said he loved you. Trying to keep your smile in check, you bit your lip before answering.

“I love you too, Mikey.”

He smiled then, brighter than you had ever seen him smile before, and leant in again, kissing you once more, slower, calmer this time, but with unguarded love, and still smiling, both of you finally certain that your feelings for one another were reciprocated.

A few meters away, Frank silently closed the door to his hotel room, giving a thumbs up to his band mates, letting them know Mikey and you had made up. They’d continue playing the oblivious fools for as long as Mikey and you needed them to.

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~Blog Introduction~

Hi, I’m Felix (he/him) and this is my gayass fanfic blog🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Im mainly known on here for my other blogs: felix-floyd, lucifers-slutty-waist, bulletsforyourtrain, and geefrankieroway.

I’m a 20 year old trans man who loves reading fanfics, but hate that all the male ones are x fem!reader, and I’m sure I’m not the only one. So I’m dedicating this blog to writing fanfics that are x male!reader, x transmasc!reader, x male!oc, male character x male character, etc.

I can do SFW or NSFW

And I am planning on taking requests eventually!!

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People/characters I plan on writing for:

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

~ Lucifer

~ Alastor

~ Vox

~ Angel Dust

~ Husk

Game Grumps/NSP:

~ Dan Avidan

~ Danny Sexbang

~ Alex Taylor

~ Arin Hansen

~ Ryland Tate

~ Ninja Brian

~ Ryan Magee

~ TWRP members

My Chemical Romance:

~ Gerard Way

~ Frank Iero

~ Mikey Way

~ Ray Toro

~ Party Poison

~ Fun Ghoul

~ Kobra Kid

~ Jet Star

Bullet Train:

~ Tangerine

~ Ladybug

~ Lemon

Umbrella Academy:

~ Klaus

~ Five

~ Diego

~ Viktor

~ Hazel

Other:

- Markiplier

~ Jeremy Jordan

~ Jack Kelly

~ Luigi (Mario movie version💚)

~ Bowser (also Mario movie)

~ Deadpool

- Beetlejuice

- Link

- Revali

~ Dylan Fuentes (Deadrising 3, look him up I love him)

~ And more if I feel like it🙃

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Of course, a lot of these would be upon request and I could do more in those fandoms if requested, or even other fandoms if I know them. I wanna do a little bit of everything so everyone has a place to go for good mlm fanfics and not be triggered reading she/her pronouns when reading x readers <3 <3 <3

Stay tuned for the fics!

[i-heart-emos]

Just had a random memory of one interview where Gerard says “it’s was just me and Mikey working at a Barnes and noble together” and I just imagine them being awkward whenever they run into eachother and I really just wanna write something about one of them working there and meeting some cute girl who’s like a total nerd (cause I am)

[strawbszz]

Kinda odd and specific request?? But can you do one where tattoo artist bf frank is with fem!reader who's a kindergarten teacher and everyone just questions their relationship because they're complete total opposites, just pure chaotic fluff honestly.

Frank iero x fem!reader

Requested: anon

Genre: fluff

Word count: 492

You are a kindergarten teacher called Mrs. Iero and it was a little stressful at sometimes.

Frank is a tattoo artist. He loved getting and doing tattoos. It was a pretty cool talent he had, and interest that you thought was pretty cool.

When days would get stressful Frank would cuddle you and make you feel good and all that stuff.

~

I was a Friday and you just got back from work. You had to pick up Frank from work since you guys only had one car and his work is on your way to the school.

You had your iPod plugged into your car and you were listening to some deftones. I was one of your favorite bands.

You pull into the parking spot of the tattoo shop.

You get out of your car and open the door.

Frank is doing some guy’s tattoo and glanced up at you. His face had a huge smile when he saw you. “Hey baby!” Frank says “I’m about to be done with this guy’s tattoo! I’ll be dome in like 10 mins!”

You smile. “Ok.”

“So how was your day, babe?” Frank asked.

“Hectic. It was the children’s Christmas party today so I had to help plan out everything, help decorate, all that stuff.” You say in a firm voice.

“Calm down babe.” Frank finishes up with the tattoo. “There you go my guy.” Frank whispers to him.

Frank takes off his gloves and walks over to you.

“Come here I miss you.” Frank says softly.

Frank hugs you tightly and you hug him back.

“I missed you too, Frankie..” you whisper.

“I’m clocking out guys! Bye!” Frank waves at his co-workers.

Frank grabs your hand and you both walk to the car.

You two stop holding hands and get in the car.

And you guys drive off.

~

You guys get home and the second the door is closed you two both start making out.

Frank rubs your sides.

“Can we just… c-cuddle on th- the… the couch…” you say though kisses.

Frank pulls off of you. “Of course. You know how much I missed your cuddles all day. Been craving them.” Frank giggles.

You blush and playfully hit Frank. “you’re silly..” you say.

“Let’s go lay down in bed instead. I know your back is killing.” Frank says rubbing your back.

“Mmm.. yeah..” you say in a sleepy tone.

Frank Leads you upstairs to your guys’ room.

You get up there and Frank grabs you at the top of the stairs. “Hey!! Put me down! I can get to bed by myself!” You laugh.

“Shh.. Princess..” Frank mumbles.

He plops you on the bed and pulls the covers over you. He gets In bed and snuggles up to you.

You scratch Frank’s scalp with you’re nails.

“Mmm..” Frank gets more cuddly from that.

“I love you, Frankie.” You say softly.

“Love you too, (Y/N)..” Frank falls asleep.

You fall asleep too.

[misfits-in-motion]

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hyello !!! tis tooth again !!!! i wanted to share some guidelines abt writing/fanfics etc !!!

☞ requests are: open!! ☜

who i will write for:

- mcr

- fall out boy

- more tba

what i will write:

- fluff

- angst

- smut/nsfw

- most of anything tbh

- hcs/blurbs/shorts mostly

what i would like upon request:

- any deets you can give me !!

- masc, fem, nb/what pronouns

- scenario, obv

- im open to polyam requests too !!! basically anything !!!

KEEP IN MIND !! :

- i do not have a set writing schedule

- i do this for fun, and may want to stop

- my skills are debatable !!

- HOWEVER i am willing to work with peeps !! i just like to be silly !!!

perhaps more tba, but im feeling creative and shiz so yeah !!!

- tooth out

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[mcrimagines]

Imagine: You spend Christmas with MCR, but they forgot to get a topper for the tree so they make you sit on top of it all day and when you talk they act like they can't hear you.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hey, could you write a pencey prep!frank x girly!reader oneshot? i feel like their dynamic would be so cute

Gigs- Pencey Prep!Frank Iero x Girly!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1264

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've got a lot going on atm haha. I love Pencey era Frank so much tho, he's so cute and such a baby hehehe

I was never one to go to local gigs–which was why it was weird to have found myself in a small, sweaty, moist basement in Belleville, New Jersey. Frank had managed to drag me out to one of his gigs with Pencey, something I’d sworn I’d never do. I loved Frank and he was great but when it came to our choices in music (and aesthetics) we definitely were different people. 

The basement smelled like stale beer, damp concrete, and a faint metallic tang from the ancient pipes snaking across the ceiling. People were packed tightly, shoulder to shoulder, dressed in a range of outfits that could only collectively be described as alternative–faded band tees, ripped jeans, studded belts, and more eyeliner than I thought a human could wear. It wasn’t exactly my scene. My floral sundress and white and pink sneakers felt painfully out of place amidst the sea of black and spikes. 

Frank, on the other hand, thrived here. He stood by my side, practically buzzing with excitement, his eyes shining under the dim, flickering light. His guitar case was slung over his back, and he kept nervously adjusting his grip on it. His band’s name was scrawled on the case in Sharpie—Pencey Prep—surrounded by stickers and doodles that screamed teenage rebellion.

“You’re gonna love this,” he said, his voice barely audible over the din of people talking, amps buzzing, and someone’s band warming up with an out-of-tune rendition of a Ramones song. “Trust me, okay?”

I forced a smile and nodded. Trust him? Sure. Love this? Unlikely.

He kissed my temple, the gesture sweet and grounding. It was moments like these that reminded me why I adored him, even if we were from totally different planets when it came to taste. I’d met him at school, where he’d teased me mercilessly about my love of reading while hiding his own love of literature. Despite our stark differences, we’d clicked, our banter evolving into something deeper and meaningful. He was my punk-rock prince, even if I was the farthest thing from a punk-rock princess.

“Okay, we’re on in like ten minutes,” Frank said, practically vibrating. He ran a hand through his mess of hair, shaking it out so it fell perfectly messy again. “You good here? You wanna stand closer to the stage or hang back?”

I looked toward the stage—if you could call it that. It was more like a slightly raised platform barely big enough to hold a drum kit and a couple of amps. People were already clustering around it, jostling for a good spot. The thought of being crushed in the middle of that gave me instant anxiety.

“I’ll hang back,” I said, tugging on the hem of my dress. “But I’ll be watching. Promise.”

Frank’s grin could’ve powered the entire building. “Cool. I’ll find you after. I love ya.”

With that, he darted off toward his bandmates, leaving me to navigate the crowd. I edged toward the back wall, finding a semi-clear spot near a stack of empty milk crates. I leaned against the wall, trying to blend into the shadows. It wasn’t long before the house lights dimmed and someone screamed, “PENCEY PREP!”

The crowd erupted into cheers as the band took the stage. Frank slung his guitar over his shoulder and grabbed the mic. “What the fuck is up Belleville?” he shouted, his voice raspy and electric. The crowd responded with more screaming, and the energy in the room shifted.

The music started—a fast, raw, angry wall of sound that hit me square in the chest. Frank’s guitar snarled, his fingers moving with effortless precision. His bandmates matched his intensity, the drums pounding like a heartbeat, the bassline dark and driving. Frank looked like he belonged up there, his small frame commanding attention, every strum and shout full of purpose.

I wanted to focus on him, but the crowd was mesmerizing in its own way. People moved as one, a chaotic, sweating mass, jumping and thrashing to the music. Someone bumped into me, nearly knocking me over, and I decided maybe blending into the wall wasn’t the best idea. I climbed onto one of the milk crates to get a better view.

From my perch, I had a clear line of sight to Frank. He was in his element, grinning like a maniac as he sang backup vocals into the mic. His gaze swept over the crowd, and for a brief second, our eyes met. He winked at me before launching into a blistering solo. My heart fluttered despite the oppressive heat and noise.

It wasn’t my kind of music, sure, but seeing Frank like this… it was impossible not to get caught up in his energy. He was magnetic, pouring every ounce of himself into the performance. It was raw and messy and completely him.

By the end of their set, the basement felt like a sauna. My hair stuck to the back of my neck, and my makeup was probably melting off, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The crowd roared as Pencey Prep played their final note, the feedback from the amps ringing out as they left the stage. Frank hopped down first, his guitar still slung over his shoulder, and immediately started weaving through the crowd toward me.

“Well?” he asked, breathless and grinning. He had sweat dripping down his face, his shirt clinging to his chest. He looked absolutely wrecked and completely happy. “What’d you think?”

“You were amazing,” I admitted. “Like, really amazing.”

His grin widened, and he leaned in to kiss me, uncaring that he was drenched in sweat. “Told you you’d love it.”

“Let’s not get carried away,” I teased. “I loved you. The music was… intense.”

Frank laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made my chest warm. “Fair enough. Come on, let’s get some air.”

He grabbed my hand and led me out of the basement, dodging people as we went. The cool night air hit me like a blessing as we stepped onto the sidewalk. I took a deep breath, feeling the sweat on my skin start to cool.

Frank pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and lit one, exhaling a plume of smoke. “So, you’d come to another show, right?”

I gave him a sideways glance. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s not a no,” he said, smirking as he nudged my shoulder.

“It’s not a yes either.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. He took another drag of his cigarette and offered it to me, but I shook my head. He shrugged and leaned back against the brick wall, his free hand still holding mine.

“You really liked it?” he asked, softer this time. There was a vulnerability in his voice that caught me off guard.

“Yeah,” I said honestly. “You were incredible. I… I think I get it now. Why you love it so much.”

Frank’s expression softened, and he squeezed my hand. “That means a lot, you know. You being here.”

“Of course I’m here,” I said. “I love you. Even if your music is kind of a lot.”

He laughed again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, grinning.

We stood there for a while, letting the night wrap around us. Frank finished his cigarette and stomped it out, pulling me closer. Despite the noise and chaos of the night, everything felt still and perfect in that moment. For all our differences, we fit together in a way that just worked.

Maybe gigs weren’t so bad after all.

//

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[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

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

[lunarwritesthings]

Who Did It

Paring: Gerard Way x M!Oc

Fandom: My Chemical Romance

Request: Yes, by anon

Summary: Gerard learns that his boyfriend is hurt and demands to know who did it, so he can "talk" to them.

Prompt: #47 “Who did this to you?”

Note: The nickname sugar is used because I've seen so many people use it in gee fics that I feel it fits. Gerard is referred to as Gee and Colton is referred to by Col at times.

Warning: Bruises and blood is mentioned!

It's well known that Gerard is shy and extremely nice but what's basically unknown is Gee is a totally different person when someone he loves is hurt. Then he's ready to fight the whole world if he has to.

There's one specific person he'd drop everything for. That person is his love, better known as his boyfriend. Gerard would refuse to go anywhere without him, that included tour. Gee and Colton were inseparable. This was not surprised those close to them. Gee and Col had been together for 3 almost 4 years. They were super important to each other.

Now, normally Colton can protect himself and fight back if he's expecting something to happen. That why the day so-called "fans" decided to hurt Colton simply because they were jealous and apparently Colton "wasn't good enough for Gerard". No one was prepared for what was about to ensue. Let's just say there one rule the band has. That being DO NOT mess with Colton.

It took Gee a while to learn about Colton being hurt because it happened while the band was on stage. Gerard learned about what happened when a voice came through on his in-ears. Gee was immediately filled with anger. He wanted to know who dare hurt his sugar. Mikey, Frank, and Ray knew just off Gerard's mood changed that something had happened to Col and they knew this wasn't going to end well.

The concert was close to being over. The guys were in between songs and on a short break so Ray, Mikey, and Frank had used this time to check on Gee and see what happened to Col. Gee didn't answer the question of how he was he just told them that Colton had gotten hurt. Of course, this upset them. They weren't as upset as Gee well except Frank, but they were still upset.

To Mikey, Col was like the young brother he never got. Mike was honestly surprised Col wasn't truly his brother yet but he wasn't going to rush Colton or Gerard. He cared about both of them a lot. They were part of his family. His main worry was knowing how hurt Colton was. He didn't care about who did it. He wanted to make sure Col was okay.

Ray being the dad of the group was trying to calm down Gee but he was worried about Col as well. He knew something was wrong when he didn't Col in the front row like normal. Now to Ray, Colton was a best friend and almost a son. Col always went to Ray when he needed advice because he knew Raw would listen and try his best to help. They were aware of the father/son bond but didn't care.

Frank was on the same level as Gee on being angry. He wanted to know who dare had the fucking audacity to hurt Colton. Colton was probably Frank's best friend. They had bonded over so much. Frank and Colton may not be related but they sure as hell acted like brothers. Frank was big on being there for Col even if that meant defending him from people because rude to him simply because he was gay and trans. Colton was Frank's not-so-little buddy. That meant if someone hurt col then they better start running because karma was coming.

Once the concert was over Gee and Frank immediately ran to the medical area to check on col and find out who did it. Ray and Mikey shared a look before following the other two to make sure they didn't go crazy and to make sure Frank and Gerard didn't try and murder anyone.

When Ray and Mikey got to the medical area they were shocked when they saw col. Col had a lot of bruises and a quite a bit of blood coming from his nose. Gerard was beyond angry. He had one question. "Who did this to you?". Simple yet not so much for Colton. Did he really want to tell the band that "fans" of theirs did this? Of course, he didn't but col didn't have much of a choice. One Colton told them, they all had different reactions.

Gerard's reaction hadn't changed much but Colton could see the disappointment in his eyes. Frank? He was furious. people who called themselves had the audacity to hurt Col over stupid jealousy and a stupid opinion.

Ray was just fully disappointed. There were people that were fans of theirs that were willing to hurt someone that made Gee happy. He couldn't understand. Mikey was sad and disappointed. It made Mike sad that people told col that he wasn't enough for gee yet Mikey has never seen gee more happy and more himself. Mike was disappointed in the fact they felt like they were Dan's.

Gerard had picked up Colton the second he was free to go. Until Col was fully healed Gee wasn't letting his sugar leave his sight. Deep down Gerard was scared of this happening again. Ray and Mikey worked on calming down Frank and worked on a tweet to post about the situation because it needed to be talked about.

Gee had gently put Col in their shared bunk and knew that col was shaken up and needed comfort. Knowing this Gee was careful but laid down next to Col and let col cuddle into his side. Gerard refused to sleep just in case Colton needed something.

Colton wasn't going to be in bad shape for long only a few days. By the time Col was healed the band had made a tweet about the situation and thank to the help of the fans they found the ones that hurt Colton. They were rightfully banned from all shows and events where My Chemical Romance would be. At the end of the day karma had gotten the "fans" and Col was alright and safe.

[ghoulgirlwrites]

God Only Knows What I’d Be Without You

Pairing: Mikey Way x Female Reader

Era: The Black Parade

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: ~1500

Summary/Request: Hello! Maybe if you don't mind you could please write a black parade era mikey x reader with she/her pronouns please. I was thinking maybe he's having a bad day and she let's him sleep on her couch and (with consent:) it turns into kissing. Thank u very much!

A/N: Sorry this took SO long, but it's been a crazy year. Enjoy! Title taken from God Only Knows by The Beach Boys, one of my faves

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You’d been best friends with Mikey since you were kids, having been next door neighbors in Jersey. Of course, you supported him when he’d started a band with his older brother, Gerard, and you were so excited when the band blew up, drawing in fans from all over the world.

Mikey had recently moved out to LA for recording, meanwhile you’d stayed in Jersey, living in an apartment with a friend you’d met in college. You missed Mikey terribly, but you’d never admit just how much. Your other friends teased you mercilessly about him already, you shuddered to think what they might do with that information.

You’d just woken up and went into the kitchen to make coffee, when your cell phone rang, Mikey’s name popping up on the screen.

“Hey!” You said, and you felt yourself beginning to smile.

“Hi,” he said, his voice stretched thin.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, immediately picking up on the exhaustion in his voice.

He sighed. “I--I messed everything up.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Just--just recording stuff. I’ll tell you more later, since I’m coming home,” he said.

“Coming home?” You asked, convinced you’d heard him wrong.

“Yeah, they kinda told me to take some time off, so I’ll land in Jersey this evening,” he said, sounding utterly defeated.

Your chest clenched. “Aw Mikes, I’m so sorry. I can pick you up from the airport and you can stay with me for as long as you need.”

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, totally. My roommate’s gone for the weekend and I’m sure she won’t mind even when she gets back,” you said.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said.

“Of course. Is there anything else you need?” You asked.

“No, I should be good. My flight gets in at eight tonight,” he said.

“Sounds good. I’ll be there.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t wait to see you,” he said.

“Same here.”

He gave you his flight info, then you hung up shortly after that. You quickly set out to clean your apartment to make sure it was ready for when Mikey arrived, until it was time for you to go pick him up at the airport. The drive went by quickly and soon, you found yourself at baggage claim, keeping an eye out for your tall friend.

Sure enough, you spotted his dark blonde hair from across the way and quickly ran to him. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, but as soon as he saw you, his whole face lit up in a big grin, one that he usually reserved just for you.

He set down his bags to pull you into a big hug. You felt him press his cheek into the top of your head as you breathed in his comforting scent. It seemed crazy how much you missed him. All too soon, you both pulled away and you looked up at him.

“How was your flight?” You asked.

He sighed. “Long. I’m ready to be home with you.”

“Well, lucky for you, that’s exactly where we’re going,” you said.

You helped him carry his bags to the car and loaded them in the trunk. The drive to your place was quiet. You wanted to hear all about the recording process, but you knew that was a touchy subject for Mikey right now, so you didn’t push him. When you glanced over at him, you saw him gazing out the window, looking as if his mind was miles away from here. You weren’t sure what had happened, but you hoped the other guys hadn’t been too hard on Mikey.

You got back to your apartment and decided to order Mexican food for delivery. As you sat on your couch eating together, you turned to Mikey.

“So what happened?” You asked.

He sighed, looking away from you. “It’s just…there’s so much pressure on us to make a good record after Three Cheers and Gerard isn’t in a good place and also did I mention that the mansion where we’re staying is haunted and really creepy?”

He paused, and you tried to think of what to say next, but he wasn’t done. “So one day I couldn’t do whatever everyone expected from me and Ray yelled at me and I just…couldn’t do it anymore. That’s when I called you and said I was coming home.”

“Do they know where you are?” You asked.

He swallowed. “Yeah. I told Gerard I was leaving and I said he could tell the others. I couldn’t stay longer to tell all of them.”

“I understand.”

“I just--I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t know if I can finish the album like this,” he whispered.

You took his hand in yours, causing him to look up at you, pain in his hazel eyes. “Don’t think about that. I know it’s hard, but right now, you need to focus on taking care of yourself. You can stay here with me for as long as you need.”

He nodded. “Thanks, Y/N. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.”

Once the two of you finished eating, you decided to put on a movie to wind down. You found yourself snuggling into him and pretty soon, his arm was around your shoulders. Suddenly, the movie seemed utterly boring and you found yourself peeking up at Mikey. Your cheeks burned as you realized he was already watching you, but instead of looking away, he held your gaze. You both leaned in, and soon, your lips met his. His mouth was soft and warm against yours as he caressed your cheek with fingers calloused from bass playing.

Too soon, you broke away. You could see the pink in his cheeks and you guessed yours were just as red. You each turned back to the movie, as if it was suddenly the most exciting thing in the world.

Mikey didn’t last long after that. You ended up sitting on the end of the sofa with his head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he dozed.

The movie ended and he was still fast asleep, so you excused yourself to your own room and went to sleep, hoping he had what he needed for the night. You didn’t want to wake him to find out.

--

You awoke early the next morning. Mikey was still asleep on the couch, so you decided to put the coffee pot on and start making breakfast. The aroma of the coffee must have stirred him from his rest because you heard him groan and yawn. You poured him a cup, done up with a little cream and lots of sugar, just how he liked it. He was just sitting up and stretching when you came in the room with a mug in each hand and gave him his. He smiled gratefully at you.

“Morning,” you said.

“Morning, thanks for the coffee.”

You smiled. “Of course.”

“Can I help with breakfast?” He asked, peering over your shoulder in the direction of the kitchen.

“You don’t have to, but I wouldn’t mind the extra help,” you said.

“I’d love to!” He said, getting up from the couch and stretching again.

You’d decided to keep it simple this morning, just eggs and toast. He took over scrambling the eggs while you made the toast.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to talk about the kiss.”

You gulped. “Okay.”

“Look, you know me. You know I don’t…I don’t do stuff like that very often. And I’d never do anything to hurt our friendship. That wasn’t just a kiss to me,” he said.

“Me neither,” you said.

You heard him take a deep breath. “And uh…there’sHello! Maybe if you don't mind you could please write a black parade era mikey x reader with she/her pronouns please. I was thinking maybe he's having a bad day and she let's him sleep on her couch and (with consent:) it turns into kissing. Thank u very much!…there’s another reason why I left. I mean…that I left and came here.”

“What is it?” 

He was quiet for a moment, as if he was weighing what he’d say next. “I like you. A lot. And I just thought…that even if I lost MCR, that at least I’d have you. Is that stupid?”

You shook your head. “No, of course not! I like you too, Mikes. I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you for ages, but I guess you beat me to it.” You couldn’t help but smile.

He returned your smile. “Guess so.”

“And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’ll lose MCR. I just think you need a little break and soon you’ll be back and better than ever. And I know the album’s gonna be great.”

“You haven’t heard it yet!”

“That’s how much I believe in you.”

You finished making breakfast and ate together. The two of you found it hard to keep from grinning at each other, and pretty soon, your cheeks ached. After breakfast, you decided to lay back down together in your bed, Mikey curled up behind you, his arm draped around your waist. It was the most comfortable you’d been in ages.

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Hi vamps hii!! Uhhmmm I wanted to ask for a fanfic💪💪🧐🧐 like one where reader (she/her) is in mcr too and she starts to feel dizzy on stage and she passes out and has to go to the hospital and Frank and gerard lay on each side of her while she wakes up and doesn’t know what happened Tysm you don’t have to tho😭 I love your post sm istg!!!!

Gerard way x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1,082

Warnings: hospitals, blood (not graphic), injuries

Its 2002 and you are the drummer of the little band My Chemical Romance.

You are secretly dating Gerard and the rest of the band just thinks you and gerard are just good friends (since you’ve know him since like 9th grade)

Its 7:34am and you just woke up. Ray is making some coffee.

“Hey (Y/N), you ready for tonight’s concert?” Ray asks you.

“Yes!! I’m pumped!” You laugh.

“Sweet!” Ray says.

“I’m gonna go change out of these pajamas.” You say.

“Ok!” Ray says.

You walk into the backroom with the beds and stuff and open a drawer and grab jeans, black hoodie, and a korn shirt.

You look over and see gerard sleeping his bunk.

You walk over to him and rub his back. “Gee.. wake up.” You say softly.

He groans and wakes up. “Huh..?”

“Wake up gee.” You say.

“Oh, morning.” Gerard says, smiling at you.

“Come here.. i wanna cuddle you..” gerard says.

“Shh!! Remember we can’t let them know we are.. you know.. also ray is in the next room.” You whisper.

He groans. “Fine..”

Frank walk out of the bathroom. “Oh morning (Y/N).” Frank says.

You jump. “Oh! Hey.”

“What did i scare you?” frank smiles smugly.

“A little..” you roll your eyes.

“I should get changed.” You walk away from them.

You go in the bathroom and change.

~

It’s around 11:36am.

“Hey what should we get to eat?” Mikey says.

“Hmm.. i don’t know.” Gerard says.

“I saw a diner down the street, we should go there.” You say.

~

You guys get to the diner and walk in.

“Ahh, it’s warm in here.” Frank says.

You giggle.

“Fuck.. i hate Jersey winters.” Mikey says.

~

You guys are eating lunch in no time.

Gerard touches your shoe with his on purpose.

You glance at him wide eyed pissed a little.

Gerard just smirks and goes back to eating his food.

~

It’s about 5:36pm and you guys are driving to the venue to set up.

You guys park and hop out of the van.

“Lets unload this bitch!” Frank yells.

You giggle.

~

about a hour later you guys finish unloading and setting stuff up.

You start testing out your drums.

“Yo, (Y/N)! You gotta get your makeup on!!” Gerard yells.

“Oh shit! Right!!” You hop off your drum seat and run to the dressing room.

“Thanks for telling me, Gee..” you say out of breath.

“No problem.” Gerard says.

~

You guys start it off with Gee just speaking.

“Hi guys! We’re My Chemical Romance from New Jersey! I’m so excited playing with you guys!” Gerard says. “Alright! Lets start with our first song..”

You guys start with our lady of sorrows.

~

Its gotten up to song the last song on the record.

You look over and see frank rolling on the floor and jumping. You snort.

You focus on playing the drums. Until frank jumps and crashes into you. You hit your head pretty hard.

The only thing you hear before you pass out is “OH SHIT- (Y/N)!” From Gerard.

~

You wake up in a unfamiliar place.

“Gee! She’s awake!” You hear a voice that sounded like Frank’s say.

“Wha..?” You open your eyes and see Gerard.

“Hey.. how are you feeling (Y/N)..?” Gerard says softly.

“I-i’m fine.. wha.. what happened..?” You look over to a guilty frank.

“I- i jumped into you.. i’m so sorry (Y/N).” Frank says.

“Wheres Mikey and Ray..?” You ask Gerard.

“They are in the waiting room.. Mikey almost puked seeing you bleed everywhere.” Gerard giggles.

You giggle.

“How long have i been out?” You ask.

“Oh.. like.. 2 hours? Yeah 2.” Gerard says.

“Really! Oh my god!” You say.

Frank giggles.

“Also we got a hotel! So we can sleep comfortably and you don’t have to complain to be about your back hurting from the bunks!” Gerard says.

You laugh. “They do hurt my back!! I feel elderly when i wake up!” You say.

“Elderly?” Frank laughs.

“Yes! Like my back feels the same as your grandma’s!” You laugh.

The nurse walks in. “Hey you two- oh your awake (Y/N)! Yeah you just have a slight concussion but your fine if your going home with anyone.” She says.

“Oh i’m going to a hotel with those 4. We are touring around here so.” You say.

“Ah okay.” She says. “You’ll be free to leave let me just take out this stuff out of your arm..”

She takes the IVs out of your arm and you tense up from the pain.

“Alright! Your set!” She says.

You get up wobbling a little. Frank helps you stand up.

“You good?” Frank asks.

“Yeah.” You say.

You guys walk out to the waiting room to grab Mikey and Ray.

“Hey! She’s ready to go!” Gerard says.

“Oh hey (Y/N)! Are you okay..?” Ray says.

Mikey is sleeping on ray’s shoulder. He rubs his head to wake him up.

“Huh..?” Mikey mumbles.

“It’s time to go Mikey. (Y/N) is okay.” Ray whispers to mikey.

“Okay..” mikey puts on his glasses and gets up.

You guys leave the hospital and get in the van.

You lay your head on Gee’s shoulder and fall asleep.

~

“Hey.. (Y/N) we’re here at the hotel.” Gerard says.

“Okay..” you say.

You guys get out of the car and walk into the hotel.

“Hello!” Ray says to the lady at the table.

“Hello.” She says.

“I booked 6 rooms for us. Its under the name Ray.” Ray says.

“Okay..” the lady starts typing. “Yeah.. we only have 5 rooms open..” she says.

“Oh.” Ray says.

“That will be fine!” Ray says.

“So sorry that happened we got over booked a little..” she says.

“It’s fine..” Ray says. “Okay so.. we gotta share rooms by 2 people.. got it?”

You guys nod.

“Okay.. I’ll stay with Ray.” Mikey says.

“I’ll stay with Gee.” You say.

“I’ll stay with the tour manager.” Frank says.

“Sweet. Heres your guys’ cards.” Ray hands you guys’ the key cards.

You and Gerard get on the elevator to go to your guys’ room.

“Okay heres our room, Gee.” You say.

“Kay..” he says.

You unlock the room and walk in.

Gerard drops his bags and flops on the bed.

“C’mere..” Gerard puts out his arms.

“Hold on..” you say.

You undress from your bloody-ish clothes.

You climb into bed with Gerard and cuddle up to him.

“I love you (Y/N)..” Gerard Says.

“Love you too..” you say.

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hello

I am asking you to write a fanfic in which Mikey (2012) comes to you to cry after another painful words from his brothers, wanting to repay you for the love and support you show him in the form of a failed attempt at sex (he is inexperienced and a bit uninformed

Tahnks you

Soothing Words and Comforting Hands (18+)

2012!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: I’ve changed tiny details to make it easier to write and to make if feel more natural, but I still hope you’ll enjoy it🧡

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All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Spelling, attempts at a first time, premature ejaculation, mentioning of Mikey’s brothers being absolute dick heads and insensitive af.

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When Michelangelo texted you, and asked you to come to the lair, you obviously did. You were excited to see what your bright and happy boyfriend had planned, since he had given you no information by the text. He had just asked you to come down to the lair, and had sent you a few orange hearts when you answered yes.

But once you entered the lair, you weren’t met with the same enthusiastic smile and loud greetings of your terrapin boyfriend. He was quiet with his gaze kept low, as he walked to you from his bedroom. That was not common for Mikey. Not at all. And immediately you began to worry for your sweet boyfriend.

As he walked you to his bedroom, he ignored the comments from his brothers, trying to gain his attention.

“Come on, Mikey”, Raph groaned in frustration. “Are you still mad about that silly thing?”

And that’s when you knew. It happened again. His brothers had said something very insensitive with no regard for Mikey’s feelings, causing him to seek you out for comfort. Your poor sweet Mikey.

Mikey closed the door behind you, embracing you in a soft hug, resting his head against your shoulder, hiding his face from the world around him. He didn’t say a word, but just held you tight like you were the only comfort to him.

“What’s up, Mikster Man? What’s going on?”, you asked softly as you placed your arms around his shoulders, before tracing soft circles on the back of his neck. He shivered at his, pressing his face further against your neck. It did not matter what nickname you used on him, he loved them all. The stranger and more creative the better. “Wanna talk about it now?” He shook his head, still hiding against your neck. “Wanna lay down for a bit and then maybe talk about it?” He nodded.

You laid comfortably on your back in Mikey’s bed, with him on top of you, and your fingers tracing and lightly scratching the top of his shell. His head was still tucked against your neck, his forehead leaning against the side of your jaw, allowing him to watch himself play with your hair on the other side of your head. You stayed like this for some time, feeling safe in the presents of each other, comforting each other in small ways.

It was not usual for Mikey to stay so quiet for so long, letting you know that something was still plaguing his mind. He wanted to say something, but he did not know how to say it. The fact that he didn’t sigh out loud over and over, begging you to ask him what was going on, as he did not know another way to get the conversation started, told you what you needed to know. Michelangelo did not know how to say it, whatever it was that was on his mind.

You turned your head and placed a kiss against Mikey’s forehead, causing him to melt further against you.

“You’re really sweet, you know”, he finally said in a light mumble, as if he was still far away in thoughts.

You let out a small chuckle, which Mikey loved feeling vibrate against his ear. It was no secret that Mikey really liked your laugh. He always had and always will, looking forward to it everyday.

“You have told me a few times”, you smiled, placing one more kiss on his forehead.

“But I mean it”, Mikey said, eyes still on your hair in his hands. “You’re really sweet. You’re always so sweet to me”.

“You sound sad about it”, you said, your fingers feeling his scutes.

Mikey thought for a moment, staying quiet as he chewed on his lip. “I wanted to thank you for being so sweet to me”.

You turned to look at your boyfriend, your eyes searching for his in slight confusion at his statement. “What do you mean?”

Mikey let go of your hair so he could trace your collarbone to comfort himself, still avoiding your eyes as he talked. “You are always so nice to me. You understand me like no one else and you take your time with me. Even now!” He gestured towards the way you and him was laying on his bed. “And I really wanted to thank you for being so nice to me, and for being the girlfriend I never thought I would be lucky enough to get. I’ve told you often, but sometimes I’ve also just really wanted to show you… so I asked Donnie…”

“You asked Donnie”, you repeated, both to show him that you were listening, but also as a question. What did you ask Donnie about?

“I asked him how to… you know… do things. I thought if anybody down here knew, then Donnie would be the one! He did say he would tell me about it, but he laughed first. And Raph heard”. You sighed at the mentioning of Mikey’s second oldest brother. Of course he had said something, about whatever poor Mikey had been asking guidance for. It wasn’t uncommon for Mikey to text or call you, to tell you how his older brother would tease him on the edge of bullying. “He said a lot of things and made fun of… it. And then Donnie started doing it too! I asked Leo for help, and he told them to stop, but then he started to make fun of it too!” That made you sad. Raph being insensitive was one thing, but you had thought better of Donnie and Leo.

You tightened your embrace around Mikey, placing yet another kiss on his face. “When we are done here, I’ll give them a beating worse than any Kraang has”, you said, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. And it worked. Mikey let out a small chuckle, his warm breath fanning across your skin, disappearing as quick as he blew it out.

As comforting silence once again fell upon you and Michelangelo, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wonder. What was it that Mikey had asked Donnie for guidance on? What was it that had caused his brothers to tease him so much?

“Mikey, if you don’t mind me asking, what did you ask Donnie about?”, you finally asked. You felt Mikey stiffen a bit in your arms. For a second you thought he would retreat into his shell, but instead he loosened up slightly, before finally turning to look at you, his eyes flickering across your face.

“I- I asked Donnie if he knew… uhm… how humans have, you know… sex”, he stammered, a blush washing over his face, his eyes locked onto a fixed point behind your head, before he lowered his head to hide against your neck once more. “I just wanted to know how to make you feel good, to thank you for always being so sweet and nice to me”.

You didn’t want to laugh, but you did. It was not a taunting laughter, but a warm carefree one. One that made Mikey look at you, not in fear of rejection by his own girlfriend, but comfort. He did really like your laugh.

“And you call me sweet”, you said, your eyes and smile shining bright at him. “I’ve never experienced anybody being so nice and sweet with the thought of sex”.

A smile spread across Mikey’s blushing face, as he started mindlessly tracing your collarbone once more. But even while being a blushing mess, Mikey managed to find his boyish charm once more. “So is that a yes to sex?”

You laughed once more, this time louder. Probably loud enough for Mikey’s brothers to hear out in the living area. Mikey could feel all the fears that had grown from his brother's words, washing away ever so slowly at the sound of your beautiful laughter ringing through his bedroom.

“Yes, Mikster, that is a yes”.

Mikey beamed as he brought your lips together, enjoying the well known feeling of your lips moving against his. Make out sessions weren’t a new thing for you and your boyfriend, as they often happened whenever you and him had a quiet time alone. But they rarely got that heated. It was normal for him to churr while you did so, but this time it was loud, vibrating though his chest.

It didn’t take long before Mikey had gotten your shirt off, eagerly palming your still covered breasts with one of his three fingered hands, grinding his crotch against your still pant covered center. You chuckled at this, finding his eager inexperience adorable. Just like the first time you kissed, Mikey was not scared. He was happy and eager, having a hard time holding his enthusiasm back.

You broke from the heated kiss to place kisses along his neck, feeling him shiver against you at the feeling. His hand halted around your breast, and his small movements against your core became unsteady and lost rhythm. His breathing became erratic, and you enjoyed the small sounds that escaped him.

You felt something hard press against the inside of your clothes thigh, and you smiled having a pretty good idea of what it was.

You let go of Mikey’s neck, arching your back so you could reach behind your back to undo your bra. Mikey stopped every movement and watched you, his eyes wide once your bra was off and laying on his bedroom floor. You chuckled at Mikey’s expression, taking one of his hands in yours, moving it back to your chest. You maneuvered his hand, to show him how to touch your nipples. Once again you felt him move against you, his eyes focusing on his fingers around your nipples.

“Just like that, Mikey”, you breathed out. “You’re doing amazing”.

This comment did something to Mikey. His hips shuttered against you, his face contorted and he let out what you could only describe as a needy yet satisfied moan. The feeling against your thigh was unmistakable. He had just ejaculated onto your pants.

Mikey’s eyes widened in panic, before he dared to look down. The unmistakable white substance on your thigh, just above his still hard penis made his shoulders hunch as he tried to avoid your eyes once more. But to his surprise you simply chuckled, pulling him down for yet another kiss before giving him a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay Mikster”, you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “It happens more often than you would think. Besides…” You let go of his face so you could move your hands to the buttons of your pants. “... I would have to take them off anyway”.

Mikey let out a happy sigh of relief, before kissing you once more. “Holy Chalupa, I love you so much”.

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“We should say sorry to him”, Leo said, watching his brothers as he played with his own fingers in unease. “He did ask for help”.

Donnie nodded in agreement, eyes falling to his feet with guilt. “It’s a pretty sensitive subject and we just made fun of him”.

“I’m not saying sorry for anything”, Raph said, hands behind his head. “When he says something so ridiculous, he cannot expect me not to make fun of it!”

“Raph, Mikey came to us with an honest question and in need of help. What we did was not okay”, Donnie said.

“As if it’s going to happen!”, Raph said. “He is a turtle - a mutant turtle. She is a human girl - a very non mutated human girl! They might very well have a relationship going, but they could never-”.

Raphael stopped mid sentence, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. The sudden noises coming from Mikey’s room left him and his brothers motionless in surprise. Schreaking from Mikey’s bed, accompanied with what very much sounded like moans, and your voice telling Mikey how good he was doing, left no doubt in their mind.

“Well”, Leo said, catching the eye of a shocked and somewhat disgusted Raph. “Seems like he figured it out”.