#mikey way x reader fanfiction

[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]

heyyy um so i was wondering if u could do a version of ur jealous fic (gerard x ieros reader) but with Frank and a mcr f!drummer plss 🤞🏼

Drummer Girl - Frank Iero x Drummer!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy

Word Count: 1222

A/N: Lots of requests now that I've posted about not having requests lmao here's an mcr request for youuuuu uwu

It was one of those nights where the air felt electric, the stage lights were burning hot, and the energy of the crowd was almost overwhelming. The show had been one of our best—I could feel it in my bones as I pounded out the last beats of “Helena,” sweat dripping from my brow as Gerard held that final note with his whole chest. My hands were sore, my arms ached, but it was worth it.

As soon as the lights dimmed and the crowd erupted into deafening cheers, I stood up from my drum kit, grinning like an idiot. Frank was the first to bounce over to me, his guitar still slung over his shoulder, and pulled me into a quick, sweaty hug.

“I love you!” he shouted over the noise. His voice was raspy from screaming backup vocals, and I could barely hear him, but the wide smile on his face told me everything I needed to know.

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” I shot back, smirking.

Frank gave me a mock glare before flipping me off and jogging toward the side stage where the rest of the guys were already heading. My heart did a little flip as I watched him go. We'd been a thing for a few months now, though we’d been careful to keep it quiet. Dating your bandmate wasn’t exactly a recipe for a drama-free life, but with Frank? It felt worth it.

Backstage was a whirlwind of chaos, as usual. Crew members were running around packing up gear, and the band was basking in the post-show glow, sweaty hugs and pats on the back all around. I grabbed a bottle of water and leaned against a wall, letting myself decompress for a minute. That’s when Jason, one of the tech guys who’d been with us for a while, came over.

“Hey, killer set tonight,” he said, offering me a fist bump.

“Thanks, Jason,” I replied, bumping his fist. “You guys made us sound amazing out there.”

He grinned, his cheeks a little red. “You make it easy. Honestly, though, you’re insane on those drums. Ever thought about doing a solo project? I’d kill to mix for you.”

I laughed, brushing off the compliment, but before I could reply, I felt a presence at my side. I turned my head to find Frank standing there, his expression unreadable.

“Hey,” I said, smiling at him. “You good?”

“Yeah,” he said shortly, his eyes flicking to Jason. “We’re heading to the bus soon.”

“Cool, I’ll be there in a minute.” I turned back to Jason, who looked like he suddenly regretted coming over. “Anyway, thanks again. You’re the best.”

Jason gave a quick nod and backed off, muttering something about cables needing wrapping. I watched him go, confused, before turning back to Frank.

“What was that about?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” he muttered, but his jaw was tight, and his eyes were still fixed on where Jason had been standing.

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” I pressed.

Frank finally looked at me, his eyes sharp. “Do you really think it’s cool to let that guy hit on you right in front of me?”

I blinked, taken aback. “What? He wasn’t hitting on me. He was just being nice.”

Frank let out a short, humorless laugh. “Yeah, okay. Sure. ‘You’re insane on those drums,’” he said, mimicking Jason’s voice in a way that wasn’t remotely accurate. “You don’t see it?”

I crossed my arms, feeling my own irritation bubbling up. “No, I don’t see it, because it wasn’t there. And even if it was, so what? It’s not like I’m interested in him.”

“That’s not the point,” Frank snapped, his voice rising. “The point is, he shouldn’t think he can talk to you like that.”

“Like what?” I shot back. “Complimenting my drumming? God forbid someone notices I’m good at what I do.”

Frank’s face fell slightly, but his shoulders were still tense. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. “Frank, you’re being ridiculous. Jason’s just a friend. He’s never crossed a line, and he’s not going to. Can we not do this right now?”

For a moment, Frank didn’t say anything. Then he muttered, “Fine. Let’s go.”

The walk to the bus was tense and silent. I could feel the frustration radiating off Frank, but I was too annoyed to try and break the ice. By the time we got on the bus, the rest of the band was already settled in, Gerard and Ray playing some weird card game while Mikey scrolled through his phone. They all looked up when we came in, their eyes flicking between us like they could feel the tension too.

“Everything okay?” Gerard asked cautiously.

“Peachy,” I said, forcing a smile before heading to the back lounge. I needed space, and I didn’t trust myself to keep my cool around Frank right now.

I sat down on the worn-out couch and leaned my head back, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.A few minutes later, I heard the door creak open. I didn’t need to look to know it was Frank.

“Can I come in?” he asked quietly.

“Door’s open,” I replied, not opening my eyes.

He hesitated before sitting down next to me, not too close but close enough that I could feel the heat of him. For a while, neither of us said anything. Finally, he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” he said. His voice was small, almost fragile. “I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to make a scene.”

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him. He was staring at his hands, his fingers twisting the rings he always wore.

“Why did you?” I asked softly. “What’s really going on, Frank?”

He sighed, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “I don’t know. I guess I just… I get scared, you know? You’re amazing, and you’re gorgeous, and people notice. And sometimes I feel like it’s only a matter of time before you realize you could do better.”

My heart clenched at the vulnerability in his voice. I reached out and put my hand on his, stilling his nervous movements.

“Frank, that’s not going to happen,” I said firmly. “You’re the one I want. Not Jason, not anyone else. You. Okay?”

He finally looked at me, his eyes soft and filled with something that looked like hope. “Okay,” he murmured.

I leaned in and kissed him gently, letting the touch of my lips say everything I couldn’t put into words. When I pulled back, he smiled, a real one this time.

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“Just don’t do it again,” I said, but my tone was teasing. “Or I might have to start throwing drumsticks at you during practice.”

He laughed, the sound light and easy, and the tension that had been hanging between us finally broke.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter and bad jokes, and by the time I fell into my bunk, I felt lighter. Frank might have his moments of insecurity, but so did I. And as long as we could talk it out, I knew we’d be okay.

Because at the end of the day, he was worth it too.

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REQUESTS OPENNNN

[deaddovediner]

Shower Haze (!older brother Mikey Way x !younger sister reader)

warnings/triggers: Incest, Fingering, Shower scenes, Overstimulation, Dirty talk (kind of), Use of Y/N, Praising, Just overall filth and I mean it :3

word count: 2016

Dead Dove Do Not Eat!

School was exhausting, and when you came home all you were thinking about was taking a shower and then taking a nap; but of course your older brother, Mikey, had to be having a shower at that exact moment.

"Mikey! Hurry your ass up! I want to shower too-" You shouted and knocked against the bathroom door, the sound of water flowing from the shower the only sound inside.

"If you want to take a shower this much, then come in! The door is not locked, we can shower together, I won't mind it." Mikey called back from the bathroom.

Would it be weird if you took a shower with your older brother? You haven't seen him naked since the two of you were small. After some thinking and hesitation you went back to your room to grab your towel and change of clothes; fuck it. Were you really about to shower with him?

You went back to the bathroom, the water still going, indicating Mikey wasn't even near being done. With a big breath you slowly opened the door, with your eyes closed. Even though you were about to shower with him, that doesn't mean you want to be blinded by your brother's dick.

"You know, you can open your eyes, or are you going to shower with your eyes closed? You've seen me naked before- I don't know why you're making this weirder then it already is." He commented, and you could hear the smirk in his voice, you just knew he was grinning like hell.

"Okay, fine!" You opened your eyes to the steamy bathroom you are so familiar with. He was in the shower. Thankfully the steam covered most of the glass, and you didn't see his package, only his soft curves and that slutty waist you were always so jealous of.

You put your towel next to his and set the clothes down on one of the shelves in there. He didn't pay you much attention as you stripped your clothes and threw them in the laundry basket; now came the awkward part.

As he was soaping up his body, you slid open the glass door and stepped in the shower. Thankfully it was big enough for the two of you. At first you just stared at the wall, trying to shower in peace beside him; but Mikey grabbed the shower head turned the water on fully cold and poured water all over you.

You were left speechless, jaw left open and frozen in place; the cold made your skin have goosebumps and your nipples hardened. At last, you tried to stop the laughing Mikey by throwing hands at the shower head but it was hard to, when ice cold water was flowing against you everywhere.

"MIKEY! Stooopp! Please-" You were still trying to stop him, whining, and finally after some other moments of torture he put the shower head back into it's holder. You heaved a sigh and it was almost out of relief, but then you remembered the fact that you're showering with him... naked.

"Do you always shower like it's the fucking south pole next street? Or did you just wanted to give me a cold welcome instead of a warm one?" You confront him and he turns to you fully and gives you one of his shit eating grins. You're keeping heavy eye-contact with him, it's almost like he's challenging you, but why does it feel like that? Why would he challenge you? Daring you to look down, examine him.

"Why not both? But yeah, I start with warm water then I switch to cold. You should've seen your face!" He chuckles and you're contemplating to give him a small smack, but you won't.

"That's weird y'know? Might be even more weirder then us showering together- I mean, who the fuck showers with their sibling at this age? Hm, Mikey?" And at that exact moment, his eyes dared drop lower then your gaze. It was a weird feeling, seeing him look you up and down, the look in his eyes different. He's not thinking of you that way right? Right?

Your gaze almost drops too, just to make sure he's not thinking of you like that, but you hold yourself back. Instead, you reach behind him for the shower head. Turning the water hotter and pushing some shampoo on your hair to wash it. You almost forgot Mikey was in the shower with you, when his hand stops yours at washing your hair, and he takes over when you let him. He softly massages your scalp along with washing your hair and it felt heavenly.

It was almost a fully innocent and sweet moment, but when he was done and he rinsed your hair out with the water he hugged you from behind, and that wouldn't be too bad- except. He was hard. His erection trapped between the two of you just like how you were trapped in the hug.

Not that you dared move, shock and disgust freezing you in place, paired with something else that you didn't even wanted to admit to yourself. Something dark that's always been locked up in your mind, now coming to surface.

"Mikey..." It was only a small whisper, a warning, but even you didn't know what for.

"Please, you've grown so much, you look so beautiful now, your body fully grown. You're my sweet little sister, so innocent and pure. You wouldn't say no to your brother, would you?" His voice rings in your ears as he holds you tighter, and you notice the way he's softly moving against your back, grinding against you; and his breathing gets shaky.

You shake your head no viciously, but you're still not fighting against his hold on you, a sick part of you likes this. Why is your body betraying you like this? You know it's wrong, you know that it's disgusting, yet when he starts to move harder against you, you can't help but lean into him. You shut your eyes closed and frown at the idea of really doing this, however you're already giving in to him, only a few more touches here and there and you'll be on your knees, sucking your big brother off.

"Mm Y/N- just give in already, I know you want it too. Please-" His voice is needy, and the way he says your name almost makes your knees buckle. This is way too much to process right now.

"Mikey, you're my brother, I can't- we shouldn't." Your voice cracks and you're noticing just now that you're crying. The small tears rolling down on your already wet face. Why are you crying in the first place? Is it because you don't want him, or the exact opposite and you're scared of yourself?

One of his arms leaves from where he held onto you, to caress your face, his touch so soft and light you thought it was just a hallucination. Yet again he moves against you, reminding you of what is going on, and the small breathy whine he makes, pries your eyes open. The sound sending a shiver down your spine, and it makes you wonder how his actual moans would sound like.

"Y/N, let me touch you- please, please ple-"

You take one of his hand and slowly lead it south, to your already wet opening. His breath hitches and you lean into his touch; you let his fingers explore your insides without shame. For a good second you forgot he's your brother, the way his fingers curl in an overly precise way, hitting all the good spots makes you whine just for a bit more; and you can't help but start riding his fingers on instant.

"Look at my little sister, she's practically riding her brother's fingers, such a good little sister. You make my dick so hard, I'm all worked up because of you, can you feel it? The way my cock is yearning for your attention."

"Ugh- mhm, yes I can feel it. But Mikey, we shouldn't be doing this..." A moan slips as he keeps hitting your G spot over and over as you're trying to speak. Your brain is telling you no, to stop this, but your body is craving more of this.

"But Y/N- I know you want it. You're already riding my fingers, just look at yourself. I'm your big brother, I know what you want better than any guy out there. Just please, let me do this for you." His voice is something you already loved, and the way he's saying these sentences into your ear whilst his fingers are moving in and out of you, it's just such an out of body experience as pleasure consumes you. His fingers stop right before you could cum though, he wants to hear you say it, and you feel like you might say it.

You're writhing with the duality of the moment, you both want to let him make you cum and run out of the shower because this is so wrong... But you have to decide; and you chose the latter. So you finally give in and just nodded for him to continue.

"Please- Mikey, let me cum... I- I need it, I need you." There, you said it for him, and... you liked it. However, he doesn't need you to say it twice, without further ado he goes back to fingering you. His pace a lot more faster now, building you up for orgasm. 

"You feel amazing around my fingers Y/N... your tight little pussy is clenching around my fingers for dear life. Such a good little sis for me, aren't you?" His other hand lets go from your waist and goes to rub your clit softly, just to stimulate you more, now that you gave in completely.

"Y- Yes Mikey, mhm- awh, just let me cum... please-" You were desperate for that release by now. Desperate enough to reach back and wrap a hand around his dick. A whimper left him at the sudden friction as you stroked him once, twice.

"Y/N- if you keep doing that I'll have to fuck you, and we don't want that to happen. Do we? No, we don't. That's for late-" But that just encourages you to stroke him harder, stopping his sentence where it was. His hands stopped working too and that made you whine, at last you figured if you wanted to cum you can't have him between your hands.

"Mmm- Mikey, you keep stopping just before I cum... Okay, I won't touch you, just- Please." He gave your earlobe a soft suck and went back to fingering you, those long and delicate fingers, driving in and out, curling just when he knew he had to and his other hand rubbing your clit softly.

From all the build up already, it only took him a few more faster thrust until you came undone over his fingers. A shudder went through you and your sight went pitch black for a second, you cummed moaning your big brother's name in the shower. 

Yet he wasn't near done, no, he kept going, overstimulating you until you begged for him to stop. 

"Mikey, no! Stop- please, don't." 

"What now little sis? You want me to stop? You were begging me to continue not long ago, why should I stop now?" He was teasing you, the motherfucker knew you were overstimulated. So you just grabbed his hands and tried to stop him.

"I already came, you're overstimulating me- Stooop." Another shudder went through you, and you felt your knees buckling in on themselves. 

After he made sure you were really over the edge he pulled his fingers out and stopped. You leaned back into him, letting your body relax from the intense orgasm he made you feel. A few minutes passed by in silence as the water still flowed from the shower head. You gathered some energy into yourself and finished showering. 

But when you left the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself, Mikey didn't leave. No, he stayed in there even after you dressed and left. You didn't know what he was doing in there, but you had the slightest idea that he was jerking himself off.

[m1lkywaywritey]

Girl jeans

Relationship: Mikey way x afab reader (written with this ^ mikey era in mind but you can imagine whatever!)

Tags: Making out, blow jobs, face fucking, love bites, moaning, whimpering, oral sex, Mikey way's slutty waist, pretty boy, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, loud sex, established relationship

Summary: Your boyfriend Mikey tries on your jeans and they make his waist look super duper sexy

A/N: This took so long to write idek why ughhh, inspired by a post that said boys should bring back wearing girl jeans (and i took it literally lol), anyway i feel like the end is a little rushed but enjoy!!

Word count: 3512

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There were a lot of things you loved about your boyfriend Mikey: his stupid hair, his dorky interests, his silly laugh. But thing that always got you was his slutty fucking waist.

Every time the two of you fucked it was almost all you could focus on. Whether it was watching him try not to buck up into your mouth when you gave him head or watching him rut into the bed while eating you out - you were fucking addicted to those hips. You hadn’t actually mentioned to Mikey your fascination with his waist but he had to have known by the way you moaned while marking his entire lower abdomen up with hickeys.

You woke up rather abruptly when Mikey tore open the curtains letting the light flood into his messy room. A groan escaped your mouth as you covered your eyes with his pillow. You had hoped for a slow start to the morning with Mikey - you know, stay in bed together for an hour, eat breakfast together all domestic and stuff - but apparently Mikey had other plans. With your head buried into his pillow, you could hear him scrambling around the room, rummaging through drawers and piles of clothes.

You rolled over to look at him leaning on your elbow - eyes squinting slightly, still trying to adjust to the brightness. “What’s got you in such a rush babe?” You asked with a sleepy voice, fighting back a yawn.

“I forgot about band practice today, Gee only just came in and told me, and I can’t find my fucking jeans” he said clearly stressed out.

“Oh crap, what time have you gotta leave?” You asked, partly sharing his concern.

“In like an hour” he was being so damn dramatic, the way he was acting you’d think he had to leave in 5 minutes.

“Mikes, I’m sure you’ll be fine” you said, unimpressed, resting your head back onto the pillow. 

“Okay but I really can’t find my jeans” you watched as he searched a couple more clothes piles and still couldn’t find them. You were slightly amused by the lanky boy getting so frantic.

“You could just wear my jeans if you want?”

“Are you serious?” He replied, a little stunned. “But what are you gonna wear?”

“I’ve got a pair of shorts in my bag, don’t sweat it. Plus I’m wearing your top so it’s a fair trade.” You shrugged like it was just a normal offer but you could hardly hide how much you wanted to see him in your low-rise jeans, just the thought of how hot he’d look turned you on.

“I don’t know, are they even gonna fit Y/n?” 

“Only one way to find out.” You said reaching down to pick them up from beside the bed and chucking them over to him. Mikey scoffed as the clothing hit him in the face, playing fake hurt. He turned to face away from you to get changed into the jeans. “Oh come on Mikes, like I haven’t seen you naked like a hundred times” he started laughing at your annoyed tone as he slipped off his sweats.

“I’m putting on a show of my ass for you, what you don’t like it?” He joked, stepping into the jeans. You knew he was fucking with you but you wouldn’t say that you weren’t enjoying your view. You shifted to sit up on the edge of the bed, shamelessly gawking over your boyfriend’s sexy body. You crossed one leg over the other and leaned back slightly on your hands, eyes raking up and down. He pulled them all the way up doing a little jump to pull them over his ass which made you chuckle.

They were already low rise jeans but FUCK Mikey’s height meant they sat even lower on him. They were showing off that one feature you loved so much about him and when he did a little fashion show spin to show off the jeans, you couldn’t ply your eyes away from his hips, subconsciously biting your lip. The way the jeans were barely staying up because they were meant for someone with a little more curve, the way the light shining through the window highlighted his v line and his subtle abs, the way you could see his happy trail almost all the way down. Fuck, his happy trail was so sexy.

You must have been ogling over him for a while because when you finally snapped out of it Mikey was standing with his hands on his hips with a look of disbelief on his face, trying to stop himself from laughing. You even noticed your mouth was a little dry from having it agape a little too long. After a few seconds of silent communication through your eye contact, you stood up, walked over to him and crashed your lips into his. 

Mikey let out a small gasp at the sudden contact before he whined into the passionate kiss. One of your hands raked through his hair, tugging slightly, and the other came to rest on his lower back, caressing around his hips and your fingers dipping just below the waistband of the jeans. You used your lower hand to press his body flush against yours - needing him impossibly close.

“Fuck- You got this turned on from me wearing your jeans?” He asked, slightly stunned by the intensity of your make out. His hands roamed your body, snaking under his shirt you were wearing to grip your waist then moving them down groping your practically bare ass.

“Don’t act like I can’t feel your fucking semi right now” you teased, moving your body to please his growing erection. Mikey let his head fall back with a low groan, leaving you to litter his neck with kisses. You sucked on a particularly sweet spot, making sure to leave a hickey. “What’s the band gonna think when you show up to practice marked up all pretty, wearing my jeans, hm?” You hummed into his ear.

“Fuck” he whined out. 

“Oh, I bet you want them to know, don’t you? Want them to know how good I fuck you?” You said, word muffled against his chest as you trailed down to his over his body. Mikey whimpered out a pathetic “Please…“ in response and moved his hand onto your shoulder, pushing slightly to guide you down to your knees. You giggled a little at how needy he was being, you loved how much he wanted you - you would’ve loved to give in but you couldn’t blow him just yet, you wanted to see just how needy he was first. 

You sucked bruises into his lower abdomen, taking your time with each one like you were creating some bespoke artwork on his skin. Every mark you left, triggered a low mewl from Mikey, a non-verbal plea for you to stop teasing and suck him off already. You shifted slightly, face now level with his cock, just the denim and his boxers between you. He whined out in anticipation wishing you’d just pull them down and let him fuck your throat - but he knew you weren’t gonna give into him that easily. Instead you nosed his dick through the fabric and gave him open mouthed kisses - leaving wet patches on the denim. His breathing became heavier and more erratic every time you moaned against him - the vibrations driving him crazy. 

“You’re so perfect baby” you mumbled against him, looking up at him through your lashes. He gazed right back at you, starry-eyed, totally entranced by you. Bringing your hand up to palm his base, you sucked his tip through the fabric. His head thread thrashed back with a loud moan and a long string of pleases. He was almost at this breaking point and you were satisfied with his begging.

You unbuttoned the jeans - making a point to not pull them down all the way - and untucked him from his boxers. He looked painfully hard by this point, completely flushed and several beads of precum leaking from his slit. With just a few kitten licks  over his tip a series of ‘thank you’s spilled from your boyfriend’s mouth as his hips threatened to buck forward and he caressed your head.

“Be still for me, yeah baby? I’ll tell you when you can move” you cooed pumping your hand up and down, achingly slow. All Mikey could do was nod eagerly, whimpering and desperately trying to stifle any movement in his hips. He ran one hand through his hair and nestled the other in yours.

You continued to pump your fist as you nestled your face at the base of his cock. You licked and teased his balls, breathing his the heavy scent of arousal that hung in the room, before slowly running your tongue up the underside of his shaft and finally taking the head past your lips. The noises Mikey was making were borderline pornographic and you hoped to god no one could hear what was going on. You pressed further down until you had all you could take in your mouth, your nose was just shy of being pressed against his abdomen. Bringing your hand up to cup his balls, you flicked your tongue and hummed against him - trying to give him all the stimulation that you could.

With every passing second, Mikey struggled even more with your request to stay still - even at this leisurely pace. He was relishing in every sensation, drowning in the pleasure. As his hips stuttered slightly, you gagged around him slightly and shot him a stern look. “Fuck, I’m sorry, please let me move baby” He whimpered out helplessly - far past the embarrassment of begging.

You pulled off him completely and he groaned at the loss of contact. “You think you deserve it, hm?” 

“Ye- Yeah” He whined out desperate for stimulation but knowing better than to jerk off himself.

“I don’t know…” You teased in a sultry voice, feathering your fingers over him - god you felt evil. Mikey was fully locked in on staying still, eyes screwed shut as he pleaded with you needily. Fuck, you were trying so hard not to give in but he sounded so damn pretty.

“What do you want baby?”

“I want you, I want you”

“More specific pretty boy” You purred, bringing your hand back up to stroke him.

“Please, let me- let me fuck your mouth.” He moaned out, you were a little shocked at his vulgarity but you were eager to comply with his pleads.

“Go ahead baby” You said, mentally preparing yourself for an attack on your throat and taking his tip in your mouth once again. An abundance of thankful phrases flowed from Mikey’s mouth as he brought his hands to cradle your head, steadying his grip in your hair. 

He was trying really hard to keep a steady pace and start slowly, appreciating that it could be painful for you. However, it didn’t take long for him to get lost in the sensations, pushing harder and faster with each draw of his hips. One harsh thrust causing you to gag around him. He cried out weightless apologies as he continued to make you choke around him, his caring side trying to fight the indulgence - and losing. 

Drool spilled down your chin, seeping from the corners of your mouth, but by this point you didn’t care how messy it was as long as you could make him cum down your throat. You hollowed your cheeks around him and he tightened his grip on your head, speeding up again. The noises stemming from your uncomfortable throat only spurred him on further. Your eyes pricked with tears, breathing sharply through your nose. He couldn’t be far from cumming now, his hips stuttered and his moans were (somehow) getting louder. He cried out your name - along with numerous curses - and let his head lull back.

With just a few more thrusts he coated your mouth with thick ropes of his cum, groaning as he did so. He pulled out and you jerked him, letting the last drops of his release fall onto your face - which you promptly gathered with your finger and licked off.

You stayed on your knees for a second to catch your breath, staring up to admire him before he tucked himself back into his boxers and offered you a hand up. He cradled the back of your head and neck, pressing gentle kisses into your lips. “I’m sorry babe, are you okay? Did it hurt?” He asked sweetly.

“I’m okay Mikes,” you giggled “and don’t be sorry, that was fucking hot.” You deepened the kiss bringing your arms up over his shoulders, hand caressing up into his hair and down his back. He laughed into the kiss and brought his hands down to your hips, guiding you backwards until he lowered you down onto the bed. He shifted you to lay fully on the bed and positioned himself between your legs. As he hovered over you, he planted kisses across your neck and felt you up under your shirt with one hand (well, more like his shirt that you were wearing.)

You shifted in an attempt to remove your shirt but Mikey put his hand on yours to stop you. “Hey, I kept your clothes on for you, you should keep mine on too.” He said holding back a laugh. You rolled your eyes at his suggestion, you knew he was only doing it to annoy you. He seemed damn proud of his teasing too and you just wanted to wipe that damn smirk right off of his face.

You couldn’t stay mad for too long however as he began to nose at your tits through the shirt. Even with the fabric barrier, he knew exactly where to touch and kiss to make you squirm beneath him. Expertly mouthing at you, leaving numerous wet patches on the t-shirt, he kept a firm grim on your hips stopping you from grinding up into him. You writhed beneath his touch, whining desperately for him to move his loving further down.

Eventually, he complied. He settled with his head between your thighs, keeping that grip on your waist as he sucked bruises onto your legs and your abdomen- purposefully avoiding where you wanted him most. Whimpers and pleas of anticipation from you fell upon deaf ears for what felt like an eternity until his face finally came to your clothed pussy. Just the feeling of his breath made you whine out.

He pressed his face up against you, lazily kissing against you with a sharp inhale. “Fuck-“ You caught him whisper. He was trying to see how long you’d last but with seeing how soaked your underwear was, he couldn’t hold himself back. He pulled them down and immediately started lapping up your arousal. He moaned into you - the vibrations triggered a long groan from you as you tangled your hands in his hair, pushing him almost flush against you.

His tongue circled your clit so skilfully you could’ve sworn he was a gift from god. When he moved down to dip his tongue into you, his nose was perfectly hitting your clit. A long train of curses tumbled from your mouth, you didn’t care who heard you at this point as long as Mikey never stopped eating you out. Your body tried so hard to buck into him and close your thighs around his head but his grip was too strong. 

Mikey could almost feel the neediness coursing through your veins and it turned him on eternally, he was inevitably hard again already. His arousal did not go unnoticed by you at all. You watched as he rutted into the mattress, his hips moving in sync with the rhythm of his tongue against you. Every time your eyes began to roll back in pleasure, you willed yourself to stay focused on him. Staring at his waist as he fucked the mattress through blurry eyes. You would never get tired of watching him get off on you.

Your bliss was ever-growing as the pressure began to build in your womb. “Mikey- Oh my god- I’m gonna cum don’t fucking stop-“ you cried out, pushing his head even closer to you. 

Mikey released his grip on you, and your thighs practically clamped around his head. Your back arched into him as you humped his face, riding your orgasm as it crashed over you, Mikey’s tongue never stopped or faltered through it. You covered your mouth with one hand in a (very poor) attempt to muffle your deafening moans. With a few last bucks up into his face, you relinquished your cage on his head and stared up at the ceiling, totally dizzied from your orgasm.

After you had gathered your breathing, you weakly lifted your head to look at your boyfriend. What a fucking sight. There Mikey was, breathing heavily, a mix of your juices and his saliva smeared all around his mouth, hazy eyes staring up at you dazed in admiration. He’d never fucking looked better.

You chuckled at his messy state, sitting up and leaning in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. As he sat up, your suspicions were confirmed, he was fucking rock hard. “Have we got time to- ?” You asked flicked your eyes down to his erection, hoping he’d get the hint.

He didn’t even bother to look at the time before he shifted you to rest up against the headboard and untucked himself from his pants. He didn’t waste a second before pressing right into your sensitive hole, eliciting a choked moan from you as you screwed your eyes shut.

He thrust in and out, knowing exactly the angle to hit to rile you up. You were both moaning, sweating messes by this point - both sensitive from your previous orgasms. Mikey bit his lip, trying to focus on getting you to your climax before he thought about his - which was proving quite difficult as he had been working this hard on while eating you out as well. 

As he sped up his movements, the headboard bashed against the wall with every push into you. Even as he held the headboard to stop it, the bed still creaked loudly from the force of his thrusting. You stared down, watching him go in and out of you at a rapid pace, jaw slack - completely intoxicated with the way his waist looked snapping into you.

As he pounded into you, you could already feel that familiar pressure building inside of you. Mikey sensed it from the way you spasmed around him and he moved his other hand to rub circles on your clit. That was it for you, your head fell as your eyes rolled back - you were totally engrossed in the feeling of him it was like nothing else existed. You felt him paint your walls with another load of hot cum and you felt euphoric. Like you had been put on this earth to be fucked by him.

He collapsed, laying against you and the room fell silent with no sounds of sex bar the deep breathing as you both came down from your highs. 

You were both coming back to your senses, you remembered that Mikey actually had somewhere to be soon, he was so lost in you he seemed to have forgotten. “Shit Mikes, How long til band practice?” He jumped up at your question as if it had snapped him back into reality. 

“Shit, shit, shit” He mumbled as he scavenged around his room for an acceptable, unstained top to wear, landing on the anthrax one he wore almost every damn day. He turned on his straighteners and got to work on his guy-liner and you chuckled at his little diva routine. You got up to get ready as well and you slipped on your shorts.

“Can I come with you to band practice today?” You asked, you had nothing else to do and you got along well with the guys so you couldn’t see why not.

“Yeah of course” Mikey said assessing his hickeys in the mirror.

“I can’t wait to see their faces when they see those baby” You giggled. 

“Did you have to give me so many Y/n? I look like a fuckin cheetah” He said playfully.

“You look so pretty… and your ass looks so good in my jeans,” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, “Come on, we’re gonna be late”

The two of you rushed downstairs, quickly grabbing some breakfast before running out to see Gerard leaning against his car. He looked very unimpressed and impatient - you wondered how long he’d been waiting for you both.

Before you could even start to apologise or make excuses for your tardiness, Gerard cut you off, “Y’know what, I don’t even wanna know, get in the damn car.” You and Mikey exchanged a slightly guilty look before doing what Gee told you to do. At this point who were you to argue with your driver?

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[misfits-in-motion]

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 — ☾

[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

[hearts4golbach]

UPDATED MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE MASTERLIST HERE.

cheers peers!

[lucajayms]

i sincerely apologize for the rant

pre bullets gerard plsplsplspls!!!! they have an office crush at cartoon network then she moves away without telling anyone and they replace her (CUBICLES BEST SONG EVER) so then he just keeps wondering what may have happened, until mcr are playing like in another city during revenge era then mikey sees her in the crowd before a show and he goes to gerard right before going onstage and its like hey gerard remember that girl you talked about 24/7 in 2001, shes here tonight. and gee just freaks out while trying to play down the whole performance becase hes scared she wont like the whole fake blood/gay/screaming thing. then they finish the performance and he goes to find her and shes like all happy bc she knew he was gonna do much better things than to work at a shitty office. and shes a big comic book artist and does really weid like blood and vampire stuff so shes so happy that gerard also does weird blood vampire stuff. and then theyre happy and then the umbrella academy happens and yea

yea youre free to ignore this, i just have too much free time to imagine shit like this 👍

HELP I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH!

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"Maybe you could draw her more like this to bring out the background more so she's not just stiff," I instructed him. Gerard is a very talented artist, he just has a little bit of trouble deciding what to put where.

"But I feel like if she was a little different, due to her design, she'd go flat," Gerard argues, putting his pencil where he was describing.

I sigh as I place my hand delicately to my chin, trying to see what he's talking about. The deadline is soon and he's not done pitching these characters. "Honestly, Gerard? Whatever feels right. You'll get her."

"You sure?" He asks, seeking confirmation in my words.

I smile, nodding my head, "Yeah. Deadline is tomorrow, just do whatever feels right!" I say before I'm off to my cubicle to continue my project.

I knew he was looking at me. For weeks now, it had become a pattern—one I could almost draw if I could figure out how to capture that lingering gaze in ink. He thought he was subtle, keeping his distance and asking me barely relevant questions about some “project” or “character design” he’d been working on. Gerard was charming, though; there was no denying that. Quiet, a little too good at staring at his desk, and adorably oblivious to how easy it was to read him.

“Hey, uh, (Y/N)?” I looked up from my sketchbook, where I’d been mindlessly drawing a graveyard scene—something I had an odd fascination with lately. Gerard was standing there, hands stuffed in his pockets, wearing that awkward half-smile that looked better on him than it should.

“Gerard,” I said, glancing up with a smirk. “To what do I owe the honor?”

He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I…uh…just wanted to see what you were working on.”

I flipped my sketchbook shut, even though I knew he was dying to see what I’d been drawing. “Just some stuff. You’d probably think it’s too creepy.”

“Try me.”

Maybe it was because I wanted to test him, see how he’d react to what was under the surface, but I opened the book back up and turned it to face him. His eyes widened as he took in the vampires, blood, and dark cemeteries I’d sprawled across the pages.

“You…actually drew all of this?”

I shrugged, trying to keep my cool. “It’s not much. Just whatever’s in my head.”

He laughed, this soft, surprised sound. “Whatever’s in your head is amazing.” He paused, his eyes lingering a second too long.

I grinned, leaning back in my chair. “Well maybe not everything, Way.” I tossed my pen onto my desk, feigning nonchalance. “Can’t have too many weirdos like me around. Bad for the office’s reputation.”

And that's why I left.

Maybe I should’ve told him I was leaving. I hated the idea of going without a goodbye, but part of me figured I’d see him again. He’d get over it. Life had a way of carrying people in different directions, and honestly? I couldn’t stand the thought of another month behind that desk. I needed to be somewhere I could let these ideas out, somewhere that didn’t expect me to keep my weirdness behind a closed sketchbook.

The day I left, I watched the office fade from my rearview mirror, fingers tapping the steering wheel as a familiar guilt crept in. I didn’t leave him my number or my address or even a hint of where I’d gone. Some part of me hoped he’d figure it out. But after that, there was just silence.

Gerard

She left without a word. Just…gone. I tried to keep going like I didn’t notice, told myself it wasn’t a big deal. But the absence gnawed at me, creeping into every sketch and unfinished character. (Y/N) was gone, and I had no clue where she’d gone or why. I stopped asking questions after a while, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The thought became like an echo in my mind, constant and inescapable, pushing me to drown it out with anything I could find.

And I did.

One show after another, one drink, one line, whatever I could find to keep the silence at bay. The stage helped a little—at least there, I had the lights in my eyes and the noise blocking out the mess in my head. I’d stand in front of the crowd, hands dripping with fake blood, trying to exorcise whatever pieces of myself felt missing. But then the high would fade, and I’d be left in a dark room, trying to ignore the question that refused to die.

Where did she go?

I kept the band going, kept pretending it didn’t matter, kept letting the weight build. It wasn’t like I had any choice. The shows were packed, and the screams of the crowd felt like both a relief and a punishment. They had no idea. No idea that some days, it felt like I’d never get off this damn ride, that maybe I’d crash and burn right here. But something shifted in 2004. I couldn’t explain it—maybe it was seeing my friends’ faces or feeling the burn of another empty night. But I knew that if I kept going like this, I’d lose everything. I’d lose myself.

I finally made the decision to clean up, and in August 2004, I was clean. Free. My body hated me for it, and my brain wasn’t much friendlier, but I had to get clean. I couldn’t keep living on the edge of destruction. Every day after that, it felt like I was shedding pieces of the person I’d become just to survive. By the time I left, I was…well, I was alive. And that had to be enough.

It had been nearly a year since I’d gotten clean, and for the first time, it felt like I could really breathe on stage again. I could look out at the faces in the crowd and see them. Really see them, not just the blur of movement and lights I’d been numbing myself to. This was what I’d always wanted. This was where I wanted to be.

"MANHATTAN!" I scream into the mic and the crowd before more goes wild. "We are going to FUCK SOME SHIT UP TONIGH!"

And as I say that, Mikey plays the beginning of Give Em' Hell Kid. The set goes without hiccups, the crowd is perfect, and the most I've seen in a few weeks. Right as we leave the stage before the encore, Frank grabs me by my collar.

"Holy shit, Gee," He starts, and concern bubbles in my stomach. Did I do something wrong?

"What? What is it?"

He shakes his head vigorously, "I don't know if I'm tripping, but I swear to God I saw the girl you keep drawing in the crowd."

Fuck.

"What?!" I exclaim.

"Thirty seconds to encore!" One of the stagehands yells.

"Frank, where did you see her?" I ask, frantic. There's no possible way she could be here tonight. Why would she be here tonight.

"Our left, by the barricade. I think?" He explains, looking up to recount exactly where he saw her. My heart thuds against my ribcage as Frank’s words sink in, and I feel my throat tighten. (Y/N)? Here? After all these years?

"Ten seconds!" the stagehand yells, clapping his hands. Mikey shoots me a quick look, and Frank gives me a small, reassuring nod. There’s no time to think or even process—I’m barely holding onto the last traces of composure as we rush back on stage. I grab the mic, trying to get my focus back on the crowd, but every nerve in me is lit up, wondering if (Y/N) is really here tonight.

“MANHATTAN!” I shout again, forcing energy into my voice, hoping it’s enough to cover the wild surge of emotions that’s slamming through me. “YOU READY FOR ONE LAST ROUND?”

The crowd screams, and the band jumps into Helena, the encore I should be ready to pour my soul into. But all I can think about is her—her face, the way she used to sketch, her laugh. The lights are blinding, and I try to keep my focus on the crowd, but my eyes keep searching, desperate to find a glimpse of her. I don’t know if I’m imagining it, but by the end of the song, I swear I see her—a flash of her hair, bright eyes, her face half-turned away in the crush of people, but unmistakably her.

The song ends, and we give a final shout before exiting the stage. As soon as we’re out of sight of the crowd, I turn to Frank, breathless.

“You’re absolutely sure it was her?” I ask, gripping his shoulder.

“Fuck, I don't know how accurate your drawings are,” he says, his voice serious. “Bit it was her, Gee. I’m sure of it.”

“Holy shit,” I breathe, running a hand through my hair as the adrenaline surges through me again. "Where do I even start looking?"

Frank raises an eyebrow. “I’d start by getting your ass back out there before she disappears again. You just finished the show. You’ve got maybe five minutes before the crowd starts spilling out.”

I don’t waste another second. I dart down the steps, half-running, half-pushing past crew members as I head toward the audience exit. It feels like the longest, most insane few minutes of my life, weaving through the backstage area until finally, I’m in the thick of the crowd, scanning every face I can. And then—I see her.

She’s lingering by the side of the barricade, glancing around, half-smiling to herself like she might leave at any moment. She’s a little older, a little different, but I’d know her anywhere. I take a deep breath, feeling my hands start to shake, and then I call out, loud enough to cut through the noise.

“(Y/N)!”

She turns, her eyes finding mine, and for a moment, it’s like everything around us goes still. Her face lights up, and I swear I feel that same electricity that ran between us in the office all those years ago.

"Oh my god, you guys did so good!" She laughed, too, shaking her head. “Gee, look at you! Rockstar Gerard. I always knew you’d end up doing something wild, but I never expected…” She gestured at my blood-stained shirt and smeared makeup. “This.”

I rubbed the back of my neck, heat creeping up my face. “Yeah, well, it’s, uh, a little different from Cartoon Network, that’s for sure. But I never thought I’d see you at a show.”

“Oh, please,” she grinned, giving me a playful nudge. “I knew you’d be doing something big. You were always too talented to be stuck behind a desk, remember?”

I laughed, surprised by the surge of relief that came with her words. “Guess it’s been a while since anyone told me that.”

She softened, and something flickered across her face. “I'm sorry I disappeared. I had to move, and things got in the way, and…” Her voice trailed off, and she shrugged, a little awkwardly. “I never thought we’d run into each other again.”

“Same here,” I admitted, looking down. “But I’m glad we did. Even if it’s, uh…” I glanced at my blood-streaked hands, shaking my head. “Like this.”

She laughed, a bright, genuine sound, and I felt my nerves ease a little. “Honestly, I kind of love it. I’m doing comics, Gee. Lots of, you know…gory, bloody, vampire stuff. Seems like we’re both into weird stuff now.”

“Every time I go into a comicbook store, I look for your name.” I say, feeling a familiar spark of admiration light up in my chest.

“Yeah, well,” she shrugged, but her smile told me she was proud. “I kept drawing, kept pushing for it, and here we are. I got some stuff out that's been somewhat successful, but you—you’re the one really living the dream.”

It felt surreal, standing there with her, years and miles from where we’d left off. She was still (Y/N)—the girl who got me, who somehow saw through everything. But she was different, too. Confident, sharp, like she’d grown in ways I never got to see. And she was right here.

We fell into silence, the crowd thinning around us. Finally, I took a deep breath. “You know, after you left…I wasn’t great, to be honest.”

Her brow furrowed, and she gave me a sympathetic look. “I figured,” she said quietly. “It was a pretty messed-up time for both of us.”

I nodded, knowing she got it. “Yeah, I got pretty lost for a while. It took me…a lot to get back on track, but I’m good now. Clean, you know? And I’m just trying to keep my head on straight, one show at a time.”

She smiled, reaching out to squeeze my shoulder. “Good,” she said, her voice full of warmth. “That’s what you deserve, Gerard. You don’t need anything dragging you down.”

I felt something click into place then—a kind of peace I hadn’t felt in years. “Thanks, (Y/N). Really.”

She grinned, glancing around like she was taking in the whole scene again. “Hey, I think we’re due for a major coffee catch-up. I want to hear everything.”

I chuckled, feeling that old sense of ease wash over me. “Deal,” I said, grinning back. “But only if you show me your sketchbooks. I wanna see all the vampire blood and gore.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “You got it. Only fair, since I’ve got a feeling you’ve been drawing me for years anyway.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, and together, we walked out into the night, talking like no time had passed at all. And this time, I knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

(Y/N)

What a fucking life. Leaving Gerard like that in 2001 did something to me, you know? Fucked me up. I felt really fucking bad.

But it's okay. We're good. And by good? I mean my boyfriend is the fucking lead singer of My Chemical Romance. Like, who gets to say that?!

After their final tour ended, Gerard was bugging me more and more about his comic that he was writing and that he desperately wanted me to illustrate for it. Apparently, he had been working on it for around three years, and he wasn't getting anywhere by himself.

"I don't know, baby. I got deadlines," I always say, but God, who could say know to that pretty face of his.

And so I finally agreed to illustrate The Umbrella Academy.

And boy, did that change my life.

[littlesunshine1223]

KOBRA KID HEADCANONS??????

Kobra Kid NSFW Headcanons

- he prefers to be in charge but he does have his moments where he wants to be a good boy for you

- he might look like a twink to most people but the second the two of you are in the bedroom it’s a whole different story

- the only times he’ll submit to you completely is if he knows you’ve been having a rough day or if it’s your birthday

- he has a temper (just like Party Poison) and if you piss this snake off enough you’ll feel his bite because you won’t be able to walk the next day

- tug his hair, mark him up with hickeys, leave a perfect handprint on his ass, and edge him till he’s about to cry if you want him to submit for the night

- *Slaps roof of car* this bad boy can go for many many rounds and great potential to make you unable to walk properly for a week

- if you wear his jacket then go lay and spread out on his motorcycle then he will go feral and he’ll have to be drug off you

- his neck, sides, thighs, and chest are his most sensitive spots and if you leave hickeys on any of those places then he’ll get hard by just the sight or even when it’s mentioned

- wanna tease him and turn him on bend him over the nearest surface and whisper what you want to do to him/what you want him to do to you or simply wear his clothes and wait for him in your shared bedroom

- The other Killjoys in the diner threatened to kill you and bury you in the sand when they saw a big hickey on Kobra’s lower neck and collarbone but now the two of you never hear the end of it from Ghoul who likes to tease the two of you

- once he gets between your legs he doesn’t want to get out and if you try to pull him away he’ll whine like a dog and almost start crying from the thought you didn’t like him going down on you

- just reassure him and give him a few kisses and he’ll be on top of you in no time as he rails you into the mattress while praising you and giving you sloppy kisses

[2therazor]

smut prompt 8 x tbp era mikey way??!?!??! i feel lile tbp mikey is just so dirty nasty tbh like hes so dom idgaf

ignorance is your new best friend

"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."

(prompts originally from @delusionisaplace)

anon i could not agree with you more… so here we are!

w/c: 2,210k

content warnings: afab reader, rough sex, dom!mikey, brat reader, reader is a sound techie for the band lol, also mikey is kinda a jerk sorry, angry sex, kinda angst but a happy ending

a/n: (finally writing this like three months later.... oops.. sorry...) not proofread, so there may be some grammatical and mechanical errors. also don't rlly know if I like this one... oh well!

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mikey had always liked to act oblivious. oblivious to your antics, more so. all day you'd been following him around backstage like a sad dog wanting attention, but still, he paid no mind.

was he ignoring you on purpose? trying to push your buttons? trying to see just how far he could get before you would fall right back into his arms (and bunk) for the night.

you tried not to dwell on it, after all if something was wrong mikey would say something, right? you dragged your feet around backstage to the catering table, picking at the stale sandwiches left behind.

"jesus, what's wrong with you dude?" a voice came from behind you, and from none other than frank, possibly the most nosy friend you've had in your life.

you quickly turned around, trying to hide the empty feeling that mikey was ignoring you. you had been sleeping together for some time but had never really had the "what are we?" conversation. you had kind of hoped it stayed that way though, you were just a sound tech for the band, but had known mikey for years.

shaking your head you murmured, "i'm fine frankie, besides it's not really your business anyways" slowly walking away from the catering table, head down. you loved frank, but you didn't really have the energy to gossip about your tragic sex life at the moment.

before you could walk even three steps away, a foot was placed in front of yours, causing you to look up, face to face with frank.

"you're annoying, you know that right?" his smile wide and as stupid as ever. you really weren't getting out of this one, were you?

surrendering your pride, you take a deep breath in, then sigh. "it's mikey, he's kinda just been ignoring me all day. it's pissing me off, and he won't really tell me why either. i dunno, I just wish he'd talk to me about it instead of acting like I'm some plague-ridden peasant or something."

frank looks at you a moment, studying your expression. for a moment, it looks like he's about to say something. then he just reaches out, puts his hand on your shoulder and calmly says: "it's not you, I promise. mikey just has a lot of things he needs to tell you, but instead of telling you, he likes to pretend his feelings will just magically disappear. but he's kinda a fucking idiot so…" he trails off then slowly pulls you into a hug.

you could probably cry, but whatever deep dark secret frank just shared was way too cryptic. what did he mean it wasn't you? what did he mean mikey had things he needs to tell you? it was all too confusing. god you wish mikey would just grow up and tell you instead of ignoring your advances all day. nonetheless, you let go of frank and wipe a small tear forming in your eye. "thanks frank."

"yeah," he rubs your back a bit. "just don't tell mikey I told you, or you might find my guts by your door tomorrow morning." he grinned, dragging his feet on the concrete behind him.

"five minutes everyone!" a loud voice rings from behind you. sound check was done, now it was time to sit through an hour and a half long show and pine over mikey for most, if not all of it.

you sigh, heading to your side of the stage. this was going to be the longest hour and a half of your extremely short lived life.

the show had come to an end, and you weren't really upset anymore, just very very bitter. you needed to talk to mikey or you would drive yourself insane the rest of the tour. so as soon as he stepped off stage, damp and sweaty hair, you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him aside.

he glanced down at you, a smug look on his face. "hi.." he started.

"why have you been such a dick today mikey? you've been ignoring me since we got off the tour bus, and you won't even tell me why?"

again, he just looked down at you and smiled cockily. "you like it when I play games though don't you? you love having to beg for my attention," he leaned down so his mouth was in the shell of your ear "you love having to beg for my cock, don't you?"

fuck. he was such a fucking asshole. this is the whole reason he was doing this? to piss you off so you'd fuck him?

"grow the fuck up mikey. if you have something to say to me just say it. we're not 16 anymore, ignoring so i'd fuck you is beyond low."

"that's funny you say that," his hand reaches for your chin pulling it up so it faces him. "because you fall for it every single fucking time" before you can retort, he pulls you in for a kiss. not a tender one either, quickly opening your mouth with his tongue and grabbing you by the waist. your knees are weak, your heart is beating fast. he's right. you fall for it every goddamn time.

he pulls away for a second, setting his bass on a stand. "come with me to the dressing room, we have like 20 minutes max"

annoyed and horny, you oblige, quickly pushing your way past the rest of the sound crew and a few other unrecognizable faces.

as soon as the door swung open, you didn’t even have time to think before mikey pressed his lips against yours. the whole situation was so juvenile. sneaking off to make out, him ignoring you so you’d fuck him. you tried to ignore the pain in your chest as he slid his knee to your core.

you stifled a moan at this, grabbing his hair, pulling him in harder. if he wanted to get you worked up, he was gonna have hell to pay.

“god, you’re so pretty like this.” he breathed heavily into your neck after feverishly breaking the kiss holding you two together.

“are you gonna keep teasing or are you actually gonna get me off mikey?” you pushed your pussy further onto his leg, grinding on him as he casually left marks that everyone would defininintely give you shit for later.

“fuck,” he stuttered, moving his hands to remove your jeans finally.

you smiled lightly, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. you moved your hand to grasp his black locks once again, just to bask in the small noises he made, just for you. a ping of jealously hit your chest, just the thought of him making these sounds for anyone else made you want to fuck him harder.

he swiftly took off your underwear after making a show of taking off your jeans, pressing two fingers inside of you before you even had time to think.

“only i get to see you like this, you’re mine” he whispered in your ear as he worked another finger inside of you, slowly moving his thumb around your clit.

that sentence alone almost had you falling apart on his skilled fingers. you shuddered a breath at his possessiveness, knowing that deep down, no matter whoever the fuck else he was sleeping around with, you were his regardless.

“mikey please” you pleaded with him, not even really sure what you were begging for at this point.

“what baby? what do you want from me?” he spoke softly, genuinely sounding sincere. it broke your heart a little more than it should’ve, honestly.

you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but bit your lip as hard as you could trying not to cry.

“shh… it’s okay baby. i’m sorry for being a dick all day, i’ll give you what you want. does that sound okay?” he brought a hand to your cheek, stroking it slowly.

you gulped quietly, nodding your head back at him.

“just- let me eat you out first. please?” he went to kiss your neck again, sucking down another bruise on your skin.

you nodded, trying really hard not to cry this time. he was so caring and sweet, even when you knew he wanted nothing more than to fuck you over the dressing room table.

he picked you up again, your legs wrapping around his hips as he carried you over to the dresser to prop you up.

once he set you down, you looked down at him as he started working you open once again, with his tongue this time. and god did he know how to use his mouth. you briefly locked eyes with him as he worked he licked a stripe up your pussy, occasionally adding a finger. your hand flew to his hair as he added two fingers and worked you open with his tongue. he was absolutely perfect in the dim glow of the dressing room.

“fuck mikey, i-i’m close.” you breathed heavily as he showed no signs of stopping.

“then come. come into my mouth baby, please. please i want you so bad.” he whined.

and just hearing his pleading, your hand gripped his hair tighter as you shook above him. he wasted no time undoing his belt and you couldn’t even register he had too, taken his jeans off as he pressed gentle kisses and lovebites up your thighs.

he grabbed a condom from his discarded jeans, quickly rolling it on and stroking himself a few times. he captured your lips in a kiss, brushing a stray strand of hair from your eyes.

“hey. you’re so beautiful.” he laughed

“yeah yeah,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “are you gonna fuck me now or what?”

“maybe if you’d stop being such a brat.” he was closer to your face now, slowly taking your features in.

“what, are you gonna make me beg again?” you scoffed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“nope. just gonna fuck you until you cry baby.” and with that, he pushed into you, hard.

your breath stuttered as he continued to pound into you at an unforgiving pace, he was really serious about holding that promise, wasn’t he?

“fuck baby, you’re so tight, open your legs… wanna see you,” he grunted as he bit your shoulder lightly.

you moaned again, pushing him in further with your legs.

he didn’t slow down at all, fucking into you at a brutal pace. “tell me you’re mine. tell me you belong to me.”

“fuck, i’m yours mikey. all yours, please,” you whined, feeling yourself tighten around him.

“and who’s the only one that gets to see you like this?” he added, not faltering his pace as he continued to pound into you.

“you, you and no one else mikey-” you felt the tears that you held back earlier, threaten to fall again. you wanted to tell him so badly that you loved him, and you had secretly hoped he had felt the same way about you. sure, you were his during sex but the thought of being his all the time was making you cry.

“god, you’re so fucking pretty when you cry for me baby,” he wiped your tears gently with the back of his palm. “-m, really fucking close baby.” he added as he connected his lips to yours again.

“mikey please come-” you broke the kiss to say, letting more tears fall from your eyes.

“fuck!” he threw his head back as you felt him twitch inside of you. you came shortly after seeing the dark bruises you left on his neck.

after a few minutes of you both recollecting yourselves, mikey pulled out throwing the condom in the trash a few feet away. he slowly inched towards you again, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“i’m sorry for being an asshole earlier, i just- sometimes i don’t know how to deal with my feelings and-” he blurted out.

“mikey,” you cut him off and said sternly.

“is this you scolding me or?” he started

“god,” you laughed at the absurdity of the situation, running your hand through his hair. “mikey, i like you. and i’m really tired of pretending that i don’t because it genuinely hurts me every time we hook up. i want you, i want to be with you..”

“fuck. i thought you would never say that to me. i thought that maybe if i was just a dick to you my feelings would go away but obviously that was terrible of me.” he caressed your cheek again, looking into your eyes.

“i love you mikey.” you said without thinking, your heart stinging after, scared he wouldn’t say it back.

“i love you too. i’m tired of sneaking around with you, i want to take you out and show you off, you know? i think i’ve been in love with you a little longer than i’d like to admit…” he smiled as he ran a hand through your hair. “i’m still gonna be mad at you for this, just so you know.” you smiled as you pulled him in for another kiss. he returned the kiss, sliding his hand down to your waist. and just like that, your doubts and worries washed away.

[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 :)

//

Hope you liked this!!

REQUESTS OPEN

[deaddovediner]

Popularity's Sweet (x fem reader part 1)

Remember when I asked y'all about a series? Uhum, yeah. I did it :3

triggers/warnings: a tiny bit of humiliation, use of Y/N, masturbation, disgusting things, exaggerated writing, filthy things (will be worse from part to part dw guys)

word count: 3096

Not that much but Dead Dove Do Not Eat

It's been hell of a week for you and your friend group (mostly you and Mikey). College sucks when there's no drama and you actually have to learn and study. However the weekend came and it was finally time for you and Mikey to catch up on the week's tea. It was always a good time to just hang out with him, exchanging the rumors that are going around campus that week. Mostly about who fucked who, but sometimes things got juicy and if there was a breakup or cheating involved the two of you most definitely knew about it.

I guess you could say the two of you were quite popular, you and Mikey were the iconic duo, in your friend group. Sure, there was the whole group, but the two of you just really didn't care that much about the others. So as you usually would, you picked out a gorgeous outfit, texted Mikey and headed out to sit in a diner, waiting for him.

"Hey Mikes! Just a heads up: I'm in the Corner's diner. In our usual box. See ya! XOXO" Sent, 10:23AM.

"I'll be right there! It's just. Gee's been a pain in the ass, but dw. I'm coming! XOXO" Sent, 10:25AM.

With that reassured, you sat back in the box and waited for him to show up. The waitress took your order and as always; you ordered the same. Then she disappeared behind the double door to the kitchen, the small diner filled in with the soft jazz music and chatter of the people inside.

You were just gazing out the window, looking at people passing by. It was a small town, you almost knew everyone, and if you didn't knew someone, Mikey knew them. Some time passed, the food you ordered came and finally the small bell above the diner's door rang softly as Mikey stepped in the diner. Followed by- wait, no. Why is he here?

Behind Mikey, Gerard showed up, his chubby form following after Mikey. The two Way's walked up to your box and sat down. Mikey across you, and Gerard next to him.

"Hey Mikes! I didn't know you would be bringing guests. But uhh-, sure. Hi Gerard." You greeted them in that sickly sweet tone, dripping with venom. You gave Mikey a judging look but that was all covered up by a sweet fake smile. Mikey knew your thoughts on his brother so it wasn't all the news for him.

"Yeah, I know- Sorry Y/N. It's just, I had to bring him along, Mom's been picking me on why I'm not taking Gerard anywhere when I have so many friends, so she kind of ordered me to bring him along." He explained as he picked some of the food you ordered and shrugged.

"I won't be a- a bother... I swear." Gerard also joined the conversation. It was rather pathetic, really. His sweater dirty, his hair greasy, there were bags under his eyes and he smelled awful. The way he was avoiding eye contact even though he was speaking to you almost made you huff a laugh, but you couldn't. That would ruin your charm. 

So, instead you just gave him a small wave, like it was nothing, even though deep down you knew this was a big deal. You shouldn't be seen with him, let alone in a diner. You wouldn't want rumors about you dating Gerard. Just the thought made you shiver, which pulled you out of the zone out.

"Okay, so. Where were we? Oh yeah! I heard that Kaylee's been seeing Joe; but remember that party at Cindy's? Yeah- he said he was dating Sarah. So guess who's cheating who now? It's insane. I mean I knew that Joe and Sarah weren't the perfect couple, since Sarah constantly fucked around with Joe's brother, but I didn't even think about Joe. I guess he grew some balls... huh." 

"Oh my- he didn't. Did he? No way! Man, if Sarah finds out, he's going to get his ass beaten. I'd love to watch that fight." The two of you leaned on the table and conversed really intensely, mostly about the new rumors and breakups. All the drama going around both the town and on around campus.

You were able to lock out the fact that Mikey's weird older brother was sitting right there, and it was just like you wanted it. Mikey even showed you this MySpace user who is most likely new to the town just like to the group that belongs to this town. He had potential, and you and Mikey placed bets on who he'll fuck first. You or Mikey. 

The thing is, you did not pay attention to Gerard, at all. So you didn't notice when he took out a sketchbook from his messenger bag. After a while, he just started sketching while the two of you talked over food and left him out completely. Like he was just a ghost. He at first just did small doodles, ideas for comics, then he turned to a blank page and didn't knew what to draw. When he looked up from the sketchbook, looking for something to draw, he saw you across from him, all beautiful and perfect.

He admired your beauty without your knowledge, he examined every small detail; your face, the small creaks of your lips, how your lashes moved when you smiled, everything. The small details no one noticed, but him; and once he was done measuring you, he knew he had to draw you. You were just so drawable. It was like a call for him, the way he could just stare and you wouldn't even notice because you were too busy talking shit about this one girl in your class. 

It made him feel things, things he's never felt before. So, he picked up his pencil and started sketching you, making sure every small feature was just like in real life, the texture of your clothes and your healthy flawless curls of hair, styled exquisitely. You were the opposite of him, super popular, put together, clean and pretty.

It was all he could ask for to be even this close to you, even though he was only a third wheel, taking a glimpse of the life he'll never have. It took him some time to really capture your aura, your gorgeousness, but after some time he was happy with the product, and just then he realized what a creepy thing is to do this. 

Drawing someone you don't even know, without their permission, for your own needs. He blushed and closed the sketchbook. Sinking it into his bag, hopefully no one payed attention to him; for once he was grateful to be invisible. But there was a shift in his pants and he knew he was fucked right there and then.

He actually enjoyed the fact that he did this. It might seem innocent if someone opens his sketchbook, but in reality he really just drew you because he adores you, and he might even use that drawing for other reasons than just admiring. Sometimes when you would come over to Mikey, he would just listen to the two of you talk and jerk off to your voice in his basement room.

He was already addicted to you, yet he didn't even knew your full name, or what your favorite color was. He was a creep, and he found himself getting hard just by looking at you. He had to go home. Soon! He wouldn't want anyone to see his erection on show.

Mikey and you finally finished exchanging the rumors of everyone and shit talked enough about the people who deserved to be shit talked about. The food you ordered was gone and everything was lovely, except for one thing.

Gerard.

He's been acting even weirder then usual. Sure, you knew he was an awkward freaky nerd, but every time you even looked his way, it was like he was squirming in his seat. You tried to not pay much attention to it, like before, but it was hard to, when he made it so damn obvious something was not right.

"So uh, Gerard- Do you have any rumors? Oh, wait... you probably don't, since you don't even have a life-" The comment you made towards him was probably his last drop of water to the overflow. With that constant blush on his face he snuggled out of the box and stood up to leave without a single word spoken. Little did you know it was just the perfect excuse for him to leave.

"Oh look at you now! Poor baby, he can't even bear a little judgement. Yeah, go home and cry about it! Weirdo." You called after him, and without hesitation he left the diner. But when he walked past the window you noticed something, which made you realize what was wrong. His pants... his bulge to be more precise. 

Oh! Oh.

Did he get hard because you were mocking him? Or was it something else? You'll never know. Or maybe you will. Who knows.

"Is he always like this? I swear Mikey, I don't know how you do it. All due respect to you." You said with a snicker. Then you chuckled a bit, at the thought of Gerard having to walk all the way back home with a boner.

"Yeah he pretty much is. But I don't mind him, he's always in his basement room. Drawing comics or reading them. Nothing too exciting or cool but better then a jock or whatever. At least I don't have to deal with him, too." Mikey answered as he pulled out his flip phone and dialed a number. 

He put the phone to his ear and mumbled a few words. You couldn't hear what he was saying or who he was talking to but it didn't take longer then two minutes. While he was talking you asked for the check and payed. 

Gerard however, he was almost running, his pace of walking no longer slow enough to be called walking. When you called out to him as he was leaving, it made him even harder. He was cursing under his breath, most of the curses directed at himself for being such an idiot, and for the fact he actually liked you bullying him.

It confused him, but he was also sure that this was a good thing. Wasn't it? He finally found someone who made his body react this way, but at what cost. He has to lurk in your shadows without you knowing just so he could have his own needs fulfilled. Yet- that aroused him, the fact you were his little secret when it came to getting off on something.

Sometimes even just thinking about you would get him rock hard...

~~^^~~

As soon as Gerard arrived home, he rushed down to his room, taking two steps down each, on the stairs at the same time just to get down there as fast as possible. He locked his door, threw his bag down on the floor, took out his sketchbook and plopped himself down on his bed. 

The Star Wars sheets scrunched under him as he leaned back and sighed. Was he really about to do this? Was he really about to jerk off to you, again? He shook his head a bit, shushing those thoughts away and without further ado he unbuckled his belt, undid his fly and pushed his pants down to his ankles.

His hand went to curl around his hardening over his boxer. The smallest friction of his touch made him shiver, his erection so hard that it almost hurt.

With his other hand he managed to open the sketchbook to that page with the drawing of you, and now that he only had this, he cursed himself for not drawing you without your clothes...

At last his hand went under his boxer and cupped his balls, the feeling absolutely heavenly. He freed his shaft from the textil and pumped a few strokes down on it. Already feeling the way it was twitching, your effect on him was quite the unusual. His eyes never left his other hand which had the sketchbook in it, examining the drawing of your precious form, your plump lips and those perky tits that sat perfectly in every dress and shirt he's ever seen you in.

He imagined you, here as he was slowly stroking himself. He liked the idea of you just watching, and the freak in him wanted to act upon it, however his skills at socializing was not the best, so he had absolutely no chance at wining you over with his nerdy demeanor. This was all he had, a sketchbook and good imagination.

As he pictured you sitting there, by the end of the bed while he was in this dirty act, slowly teasing himself, precum eventually sliding down on his dick and onto his hand. He imagined you slowly stripping those clothes you had on in the diner.

First you removed the dress, then your bra. But he didn't knew exactly how you looked naked, so he didn't picture all of the details... Yet that was enough for him to fasten up a bit on his throbbing cock. Now, building up for his orgasm. He finally put down the sketchbook, only for his other hand to cup his balls as he stroked himself even faster. 

Small moans and whines fell from his lips as he kept stimulating himself, his mind not leaving those thoughts of you, about you. He's thinking of how beautiful you were, and how he'll never get you, he's the nerd no one likes. Why would he get you?

Then his mind wandered to the way you humiliated him, it sent a wave over his cock, he rocked his hips up into his hand, searching for the pleasure he knows he'll never get from you. More whimpers left him as he teased his tip, it was so sensitive by now it made him shiver again.

Gerard's hands were all over himself, the one he stroked himself with, curling over his size, bringing it up and down faster and faster as he was reaching his climax. His other hand playing with his balls, feeling the way it was already tightening, a sign he's close to cumming.

"Mngh- fuck.. Y/N- ah" As he moaned your name his dick softly pumped in his hand as he came and released himself over his hand, he could feel the way his balls emptied; and he stroked his hand slowly, enjoying every second of his release.

Once he was over his high, he dared open his eyes to the mess he made, cum was all over his hands, and he swore he never came this hard before. Something was different, was it because he got hard cause of your humiliation? Or because he was fantasizing about you? No, he already did fantasize about you before, either way, let it be anything, this was the best orgasm he ever had.

It took him some time to actually gather himself to clean it up, and he didn't bother with much of it. Just some tissues and a wet towel, no one will notice those spots on his bed anyways.

He was so pathetic, cleaning up after himself because he just jerked it off to his brother's best friend. He even felt bad after it, blushing to himself in his room that reeked of cigarettes and sweat mixed with the smell of old comic books and newer ink.

After all the "cleaning" he laid down and read some of the newest Batman comics before falling asleep, even though it wasn't near sundown.

~~^^~~

"So who was it?," You asked Mikey as the two of you left the diner, he'd walk you home and then tomorrow you'd go over to his place. "Who did you call?"

"Ah, no one really important, y'know, just the usual." He answered trying to act all nonchalant, but it wasn't working, you knew him way too well. He was hiding something, you could see the way he was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, a habit he picked up not too long ago.

With a soft bump to his shoulders and with a smug grin you protested. "Nooo, I know you Mikes! More than your own brother, now- Who was it? Was it a guy I know? Be honest with me, you know I'll find out about it sooner or later."

"Fine, fine, fine. It was Pete, y'know, the guy from warped tour? The one you actually approved of." It took you a few moments of thinking then it clicked, oh yeah. That Pete Wentz guy, he was really nice to Mikey and when the two of you were at Warped you told Mikey that he should give Pete a chance. 

You guess he actually did give him a chance, which is really great considering you wanted the best for Mikey.

"Oh my gosh! Mikey, that's actually really good! Do you two talk a lot or are you catching up now? I wanna know EVERYTHING, every small detail. I can't even believe you didn't wanted to tell me about it..."

"This is exactly why I didn't tell you about it, I love you Y/N but you're really a pain in the ass when it comes to my love life. Anyways, yeah we've been catching up on stuff. He texted me not too long ago, I think a few weeks prior and since then we've been chatting, calling. Y'know, the normal stuff." As he was explaining it while walking you couldn't help but continue grinning , you were right about Pete. He was a good match to Mikey.

"I told you! Even back then, I told you that Pete was a great guy, and he has his eyes for you, Mikey! You can't be that blind now can you?" You chuckled a bit then stopped walking to look at Mikey, he also stopped walking and turned to you, his glasses sitting at the end of his nose so you push the glasses up a bit for him, a kind gesture. He gave you a wonky smile and took a big breath.

"I don't know Y/N, it's all really complicated. I mean, he's not from here, and we only met so much at Warped, sure he was good company and I like him too- I, I just don't know... If I'm really going to do this I don't want to fuck it up for once." You nodded at him.

"I know how it is Mikey, trust me. Pete is worth it though, and if you wanna talk about it or if you need advice I'm always here y'know." You caressed his back and started to walk again.

"Yeah- thanks Y/N."

"Of course!" 

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Aftershow

Relationship: mikey x afab reader (specifically danger days mikey !!)

Tags: Making out, thigh riding, handjobs, love bites

Summary: You love watching Mikey perform and you especially love it when he takes you into his dressing room after a show

A/N: TWO FICS IN ONE DAY??? thats crazy, girl jeans took me over a week then i crank this out in the same day. For that reason, this is super short but yeah, hope you enjoy! (and yes i did write this solely because of my thighkey obsession, leave me alone)

Word count: 1044

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Watching Mikey perform with the boys would never get old. Even when observing from the wing, the atmosphere they created was incomparable. You focused on the way Mikey threw his head back when he played, how he leaned into the guitar with his awkward knees and how his fingers skilfully worked up and down his bass. He looked so sexy and when he shot you a loving look during summertime you could’ve melted.

After finishing up the encore with Vampires will never hurt you, the buzzing energy had began to fizzle out, the crowd filtering out of the venue after a long night of screaming lyrics. Frank and Mikey came off stage right, where you were waiting for him and he enveloped you in a deep kiss, dipping you dramatically - still excited and pumped up from such a great show. You laughed in to the kiss as he brought you back but still didn’t let you out of his arms. Frank stared at the both of you with an unimpressed look on his face.

“Yikes get a room guys” He said jokingly, feigning a disgusted tone. 

“Good idea Frank” Mikey replied laughing, grabbing your hand and quickly dragging you towards his dressing room. 

“See ya later!” You called out to Frank from down the hallway, he let out a sigh akin to a disappointed parent and went to find Ray and Gerard over on stage left. “You were so good out there tonight baby” You said, directing your attention to Mikey as he continued eagerly guiding you to his dressing room, aching for some privacy.

As soon was you reached the room, he had you up against the now locked door, kissing you passionately. His keen tongue roamed your mouth and as he let out a few throaty groans, you wondered how long he was thinking about doing this during the show. You were both being incredibly touchy, his hands ran up and down your sides and squeezing at your waist while you scratched at his back and ruffled his hair pulling him in closer.

Neither of you broke the kiss as you travelled across the room, over to the comfy chair in the corner. You walked Mikey over backwards and used your palm to push him down onto the chair, immediately sitting on his lap, positioning yourself to straddle one of his legs. 

In the movement of your snogging, you found yourself grinding on his thigh. It wasn’t something you’d actually spoken to Mikey about, but you fucking loved his thighs and how they looked in his tight ass jeans. With every back and forth of your hips, your jeans created sweet friction on your clit - you whined into his mouth trying to chase the pleasure.

Mikey moved his attention to your neck, painting hickeys on your skin. “You gonna cum from just riding my leg sugar?” He asked in a honeyed voice. You nodded feverishly, moaning as he palmed your ass, guiding your hips to steady your rhythm. Your knee rubbed against his hard on with every forward thrust, Mikey grunting as it did. It gave you a taste for his moans and you only wanted more from him so you reached down to smooth over his length through his skintight jeans. 

You got exactly what you wanted, Mikey let a long, deep moan into your neck, the vibration making your hairs stand on end. Mikey’s beautiful noises only became louder and more frenzied as you untucked him from his trousers and began languidly stroking him. His whimpers begged for more and you were keen to give it to him.

As you sped up your strokes, your hips moved in tandem and with your grinding growing more erratic, Mikey could tell you were close. He began to bounce his leg in sync with your hips, maximising your stimulation and almost making you see white. Mikey was getting close too, hips bucking into your fist every so often, “You gonna cum for me baby?” He asked, his words strained in pleasure.

All you could get out were a series of breathy ‘yes’s  as you threw your head back, moaning loudly with your eyes screwed shut as your orgasm washed over you. The sight was so erotic - even with all your clothes on - it pushed Mikey over the edge, spurts of his cum likely staining both your clothes.

You leaned against Mikey in a comfortable silence for a few moments before it was broken by a startling knock at the door. “Mikey why is the door locked?” A concerned Gerard called out from the other side.

“I- Uuhhh- Two seconds Gee” Mikey said as he scrambled toward the door - you were lucky you both had your clothes on so there was no need to rush getting dressed in attempt to hide your actions - there was no way he’d know, right? 

Mikey slowly opened the door, putting on his best show to act casual. “What were you guys- ?” Gerard began to ask before he cut himself off. His eyes darted from your sweaty, slightly flushed, guilty faces, to your messy hair, to the bruises forming on your neck and finally to the cum stains at the hem of Mikey’s shirt. Like fuck there was no way he’d know. “Gahh- you guys are disgusting” He said, practically nauseated at the thought. “Hurry up we gotta go” He said rubbing his eyes trying to get the image out of his head before turning to walk down the hall.

You and Mikey shared a guilty look before bursting out with laughter. “Oops” Mikey said chuckling. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before gathering all your stuff to leave. You were the last two onto the bus, having to do the walk of shame as everybody stared at you both - knowing exactly what you’d been up to.

You sat down on the bus couch, leaning your head on Mikey as Ray spoke up, “So… You guys have fun?” He managed to ask the question with convincing seriousness as the rest of them erupted into laughter.

“Shut up Ray” Mikey snapped - trying to be defensive but also falling victim to the wave of laughter sweeping the bus. He opted to just lob a pillow at Ray instead.

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A/N: Sorry it was so short lol i wrote this in like an hour haha. Thank you for reading !!! (also i said snogging in this because i couldnt thnk of another word lmfao TwT)

[misfits-in-motion]

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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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Sober Thoughts.

Pairing:

TBP!Mikey Way x AFAB!Reader.

A/n:

I'm such a slut for drunk comfort, I can't write enough

not proofread

Warnings:

friends to lovers implied, feminine presenting reader, mention of alcohol/being drunk, bad breakup, depression mentions.

Word count:

1.8k

To say the last 2 months had been rough would be putting it lightly. Your boyfriend of almost a year had broken up with you over your mental health. This fact crushed you, sending you spiraling. You didn't contact anyone, didn't leave the house, and rarely got out of bed. Mikey hadn't seen you for a week since the breakup, so he decided to do something about it.

He took the spare house key from under your vase, knocking a few times before heading inside. He found you in bed asleep. He looked around your generally tidy room, which was now a reck. He didn't mind taking down the dirty dishes and putting up the clothes that crowded half of the bed. He wanted to support you in any way he could.

Mikey hadn't heard about the breakup from you, but from your ex himself. He was the type to post everywhere about how grateful he was that he was out of a 'toxic' relationship, so it didn't take long for him to find out.

He didn't want to push, though. For the first week, Mikey texted you nearly every day to see if you'd respond. You never did, so he figured it'd be better if he was there in person.

He crawled into the other half of the bed, making sure to leave you enough space as he lolled off to sleep (despite the fact it was only 7 pm).

You woke up a few hours later, groggily rolling over to see him sleeping peacefully next to you. You flinched, not expecting your best friend to break into your house. You didn't mind, though. A sense of comfort washed over you.

To be fair, you had seen all the texts he sent you. You barely had the energy to respond. Even then, what would you say? The fact that he had even bothered to come over meant the world to you. You knew no one else would try. Not that they didn't care, but they had better things to do. You were sure Mikey did, too, but he still put you first. It was rare. Not even your own ex would've done this. But Mikey did.

You didn't move. You just watched Mikey, as creepy as it was. The sounds of his soft breaths were comforting. You sat up, reaching for your water on your night stand. You relaxed your shoulders. They had been tense since the breakup. Hell, your whole body had been. You noticed that he had cleaned up a bit for you, making your heart swell.

After that night, you had seen Mikey nearly every day. He spent the night frequently, especially on the days he was busy with the band. If you thought you were already close with him, all the time you had spent together brought you even closer. Slowly but surely, you had started to get over your horrid ex. Mikey was your shoulder to cry on, kissing the top of your head as you cried in his arms. He was your rock while you were still trying to get back on your feat.

It became easier to leave the house. You would drag Mikey with you to go get groceries or simply to run to the gas station to get snacks for movie night. You weren't sure how he put up with you, but he did.

Eventually, you had begun to fall for him. You noted every small motion; the way his eyes would flicker down to your lips, how he rested his hands on your lower back, the way hugs were longer than before. You began to question if he felt the same way.

The best thing was, it felt right. He wasn't just a rebound. He was the possibility of something real.

Mikey generally kept you away from alcohol or any other addictive substance. He didn't want to drag you down that rabbit hole, considering you were much more susceptible to it due to your mental state.

He hoped that would stay the same, even though he invited you to a party. Everyone was going (all of his famous friends and the rest of the band), and he knew it would be a good chance for you to get out there again. The most human interaction outside of him was with the guys and at work.

You were skeptical at first, unsure about being around all of those random people. Mikey didn't pressure you, but offered the fact that it might be good for you to truly go out. The hopeful look in his eyes made you cave, and you had actually begun to look forward to it.

The night of, you had finally settled on an outfit. It was a black dress, one of your favorites. You also took the party as a chance to wear your favorite pair of heels (that you spent more money on than you would like to admit).

Mikey was there at 7:45 pm sharp, dressed in his usual party attire. He stepped out of the car and met you on the sidewalk. "You look amazing" he greeted with a hug. His hand rubbed your lower back softly. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, let's go," you smiled. It was a genuine smile, one that Mikey had got to see a lot more recently. "You look even better."

He grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you to the passenger seat. He opened the door for you and helped you in, then you were off.

The house wasn't far, roughly a 14-minute drive from your home. You and Mikey met Gerard out front, who greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hey! I'm so glad you came," he gave you a side hug. "It's nice to see you out."

You nodded. "I'm glad I agreed to come. Why would I miss a night out with my favorite people?"

He shrugged with a smile, shaking his head before walking inside. You and Mikey followed him in.

You examined your surroundings. It was pretty calm. There was music playing, mixed with the noise of a million different groups having conversations. You took a deep breath before following Mikey deeper into the crowd.

Neither of you went straight for the drinks, but you knew you'd get there eventually. When you drank, you didn't drink to get buzzed: You drank to get *drunk*.

Eventually, that's what you did. Mikey never left your side and opted not to drink since he was DD for you. He had picked you up, after all.

With your low tolerance, it only took a few shots to get you tipsy. It made you feel more alive, and it was much easier to speak to people, so you didn't see any problem with taking a few more.

By 10 pm, you were tipping over your own feet. You gripped onto Mikeys arm for stability as he made his rounds speaking to different acquaintances and friends.

Only 30 minutes later, you dragged him back to the makeshift bar in the kitchen. He looked at you skeptically as you poured another shot. "Are you sure you need that?"

You looked over at him, setting the bottle of vodka down and picking up your soda. "I mean," you paused, recognizing your slurred speech. "Not necessarily."

"I think we should go," worry laced his voice. "I'm getting tired anyway, and you're worrying me."

"Don't worry about me, Mikes." You gave him a tight-lipped smile.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Let's get you home," he insisted.

It took a lot of convincing to drag you out of the party, to his surprise. You said goodbye to the guys before reluctantly following Mikey out to the car.

Your eyelids were heavy as you rested your head against the cold glass of the car window. Your mind wandered, thinking of how kind Mikey was to you. Even if you could be a bit annoying, as proven in the past 30 minutes. He was always so gentle. You looked over at him, admiring his features that were emphasized by the moonlight.

He noticed this, glancing over before returning his eyes to the road. "What are you thinking about?"

"You," you blurted, returning your gaze back out the window.

He laughed softly. "Well, what about me?" He pulled into your driveway, placing the car in park.

You shrugged, clumsily climbing out of the car. Mikey met you halfway, catching you in front of the car. He carefully wrapped his arm around your waist, helping you up to your front door.

You handed him your keys after a horrible attempt at unlocking your own door. "I'm sorry," you said quietly.

"Why?" He asked, leading you up to your bedroom. "You didn't do anything wrong," he couldn't help but giggle as you tripped up the stairs, muttering encouragement along the way.

"Dragging you down with me," you laid on your bed, grateful to be home. "You deserve a lot better."

"You're amazing, N/n. You're not dragging anyone down," he reassured, slipping off your heels and tossing them on the floor. "You're the best best friend I could ask for." Your heart stung at the word 'friend.' You couldn't help your hurt expression, or maybe you didn't notice you had one, but Mikey did. "What's the matter?" He asked softly.

You watched him through tired eyes as he rummaged through your closet, looking for comfier clothing. "I love you, Mikey." You blurted, immediately regretting your words.

He turned around to look at you, his expression softening. You told each other you loved each other all the time, but he knew this one was different. He could see it in your face, the way your eyes held a hopeful gaze as you looked up at him. "I love you too, Y/n. But you're drunk, I don't want you to -"

"I love you, Mikes," you repeated, as if he hadn't heard you clearly the first time. "I have for a while now, I just.. couldn't tell you because I can't lose you and," you paused, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Hey, it's okay. I love you, okay?" He sat next to you on the bed, running his fingers through your messy hair. "I love you," he emphasized. Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. "I want to talk about this tomorrow. I don't want you to make any decisions you'll regret right now."

His fear was understandable. You knew what he was thinking: if you agreed to date him right now, you'd simply break up with him in the morning. You knew that wasn't the case, but you didn't push it. You were content in that moment and that's what mattered.

You simply nodded, letting him unzip your dress. He helped you change into pajamas before crawling under the covers next to you. He pulled you into his chest, holding you tight as if you'd slip away. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, rubbing your back softly as you let sleep take over.