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[youcantstandit]

Milkshakes? Sex? (Mikey Way x Reader)

Mikey Way x Reader (gender neutral)

Basically : short imagine , all fluff , day in domestic life w Mikey

Warnings! mentions of sex, light cussing

  “I’m bored.”

 As an attempt to gain his attention, you poked your boyfriend’s cheek. He made no move to respond, as he was too busy trying to finish his school paper.

  “Hey, Mikey, Mikey!”

 You had moved to sit on his lap, and acted as a barrier between him and the dreadful paper on his dining room table. Ever since Mikey received the acceptance letter to one of the local, but more prestigious universities in Jersey, he’d spent all of his time trying to keep his grades up so he could have a go at a scholarship.

 Although you knew it was important to him, the studying was almost taking over his life. You thought Mikey worked hard, and you were sure he would get the scholarship he deserved. He just needed a little break every while, and thankfully, you were there to give it to him.

 Finally realizing that you were trying to get his attention, he glanced up at you through his thick glasses. His bubblegum pink lips were slightly parted and he had a dazed look on his face as so smartly mumbled,

  “What?”

  “I’m bored,” you nonchalantly repeated while throwing him an annoyed look.

  “You’re always bored,” his add and raised eyebrow didn’t help.

  “And you’re always writing a paper.”

 The corner of his mouth tilted up cutely, as he knew you had a point. You had won him over.

  “What do you want to do, lover?”

 You marvelled over the options: get milkshakes, have sex, watch a movie, have sex, go out for a stroll, or have sex.

  “Let’s fuck,” you bluntly stated.

 He briefly choked on his own spit at the abruptness of your statement, and you giggled at how flustered he suddenly got.

  “I-uh, I mean, like right now?” A dusty color shadowed over his cheeks.

 You giggled even more, and Mikey suddenly beamed at how beautiful you looked. Your smile lit up his world and he would do anything for you. He mirrored your smile and chuckled a little bit too.

 He then leaned forward and slowly captured your soft lips in a sweet kiss.

  “Maybe later,” Mikey thought aloud, “I’m actually kind of hungry right now.”

 Milkshakes it is, you thought.

 You grabbed his hand as you stood, pulling him out of the dining room and into the kitchen. Once arrived, you placed your hands on your hips and looked at him pointedly.

  “We can make something, or order,” you ran a hand through while pondering.

  “Yeah, you know what happened last time we tried to make something,” Mikey shook his head with a slight chuckle.

 Both of you shuddered a little at the mention of how horrendous the mess his kitchen was after the catastrophic previous event. The food was shit too.

  “Order it is,” you decided quickly.

 Mikey made his way up to his room so he could set up some video games, while you moved to call one of the local shops that delivered. You followed him upstairs once the call was done, and found Mikey bent over while putting Call of Duty in his X-box for the two of you. As per routine, you sat down on his bed, patiently waiting and enjoying the view.

  “You know, you should stand like that more often,” you smirked, giggling slightly when he jumped a little and hit his head on the shelf above.

 He turned around slowly and carefully stood up, rolling his eyes but smiling a bit in the process.

 You took in his appearance as he did so; his auburn hair was standing up and flying everywhere, while his face tinted a shade of pink from the position he was in. His shirt had also risen up at the bottom, and some smooth pale flesh of his midriff was exposed. His eyes were twinkling just at the sight of you.

 He finally smiled a full grin, crooked teeth and all, and you were momentarily stunned at how attractive he was.

  “I love you, even when you say stupid stuff like that,” Mikey mumbled.

 You grinned at his confession, not missing a beat in your response.

  “Good, because you’ll be hearing a lot of it.”

x

[characterxreader]

The M&M Game (MikeyWayxBandMember!Reader)

Request: Hey could you do some mikey way where the reader is a member of mcr and they're on tour and mikey has a crush in the reader? thanks! *hugs & kisses*

  The bus ride to the concert stage was long, silent, and fairly humdrum. Your finger pads tapped the edge of your seat as you nearly lulled to sleep. Blinking, you abruptly sat up tall, hoping no one noticed. A snicker in beside put down your expect. “Nice save there, (Y/n),” said Bob.

  You only rolled your eyes. “Shut up, Bobber.” He wrinkled his nose at the nickname and left you alone. Dying to do something, you turned to your friend Mikey, who seemed to be working on something in his seat. “Hey, Mikey, I am so bored.”

  With his back turned, he responded with, “Sorry, I’m kind of busy.” Mikey had been working on that little something in his bag for quite some time--since Black Friday.

  You huffed loudly, tilting your head side-to-side. “Ugh, this is taking forever!”

  “Maybe if you go to sleep like your brain wants you to, it’ll take less time,” Bob teased.

  “Yeah, whatever. I’ll try it.” Crossing your arms, you leaned your head back and squeezed your eyes tightly shut. “Night-y-night.”

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When you got to the hotel, the rest of the band was complaining about having to share two rooms with each other, while you got your own room. “This isn’t fair. Why doesn’t (Y/n) have to share?”

  “Because, Bob,” started Gerard, “she’s a girl.”

  “Yeah, Bob,” you said in a mocking tone, sticking your tongue out. Then you stared at Mikey, he was talking with Frankie, so you decided not to bother him. “By the way, G, do you know what’s up with Mikey? He’s been ignoring me for almost a whole month now.”

  He shrugged, handing you your key. “I honestly don’t know. You should ask him about it. Anyway, we should get up to our rooms.” You glared at Bob when he started to crack up. He knew something.

  You nodded, grabbing your key card and practically skipping to the elevator. Mikey, Bob, and Gerard followed you, while Frank got the bags all prepared to take upstairs.

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“Hey, we should play a game!” you announced loudly as you stormed into Mikey’s and Gerard’s bedroom.

  Gerard nodded and Mikey hesitated. “I don’t know... Maybe?”

  “Aw, come on, Mikey! Please?” You jumped onto his bed and gave him your best puppy-dog eyes.

  “Well, what would we play?”

  “Truth or dare? M&M game?”

  “What the heck’s an M&M game?” asked Gerard.

  “It’s sort of like the shots game, except with M&Ms.”

  “How many do you have?”

  “Like, a couple.”

  “How much is a couple?”

  “Like... five or six... bags.”

  “Oh, my.”

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“HE LAUGHED. OH, MY GOSH WE GET MORE!” you screamed, jumping up and down on the couch before tossing another small M&M into your mouth. Mikey chuckled, eating his own, while the others complained about how much you were talking.

  “Hey, (Y/n),” said Bob. “I need to grab something--stay on the couch.”

  You thought it weird, but shrugging it off. Tiredly, you rested your head on Mikey’s lap while throwing your feet on Ray’s lap. “Man, I just LOVE Christmas movies--especially Home Alone. Do you like Home Alone, Mikey?”

  “Uh-huh...” He yawned quietly, and you noticed the small blush on his face. Adorable.

  Suddenly, something greenish-white appeared over your head, and it was your turn for your face to turn. “Bobber, please tell me that’s not poison ivy.”

  “Nope. It’s mistletoe.” Your face was a whole new shade of rose. “Now you guys gotta kiss!”

  “Bobby, stop it!” groaned Mikey. “Now isn’t a good time?”

  You realized what he just said and grinned. “Then when’s a good time. I mean, you’re probably a really good kisser.”

  Before he could respond, you rolled off him and Ray and ran out of the room. “See ya!”

  When you got to your room, you slammed the door shut and changed out of your clothing and slipped your red and green holiday pants and a white elbow shirt. Soon, there was a knock on the door. “Coming!”

  You opened the door, and Mikey was standing there, holding the mistletoe over his head. “Now?” He sounded like a lovesick child. He probably was one.

  Grinning, you leaned forward, pecking him on the lips. “Hmm, hmm. Goodie, goodie. See you tomorrow.”

[characterxreader]

Never Again (Mikey WayxReader)

Request: Can you do a Mikey Way imagine where you have a nightmare of your ex boyfriend who beat you when he was drunk and Mikey can't seem to wake you up. Once Mikey wakes you up, you start crying and it just fluff fluff and more fluff. Maybe all from Mikey's POV

Author’s Note: So... I never listened to My Chemical Romance until I got this request. I just thought that if I heard the music I’ll be able to understand the character more... Holy cow, they’re amazing! Thank you for getting me to listen to them! Like, sweet Christmas!

Warnings: Mentions of an abusive ex-boyfriend; night terror

Mikey’s P.O.V.:

  It was just around midnight as I entered (Y/n)’s apartment. I shrugged off my coat and set it on the couch before heading into the kitchen. As I opened the fridge, I heard a soft whimper coming from the bedroom. My eyes lingered toward the door that was cracked open before I walked towards it.

  Once I opened it, my eyes widened. (Y/n) was rolling back and forth on the bed, tears streaming down her face. But her eyes were closed. A nightmare.

  I moved onto the bed, trying to shake her awake, but she wouldn’t look at me. “No!” she cried.

  “(Y/n)!” I yelled, hands on her shoulders as I tried to wake her, but nothing was working. “(Y/n), wake up!”

  With a gasp, her (e/c) eyes shot opened, and she sat up quickly. Her whole body was shaking like an earthquake as her mouth lingered opened. Suddenly, she began sobbing as she realized I was there. I gently wrapped my arms around her, then rocked her side-to-side as she continued crying.

  The front of my shirt was soaked by the time she was finished. I gently ran my hand through her tangled (h/c) hair, making soft noises to calm her down. “It’s OK, (Y/n),” I assured her. “It was just a dream. Just a dream...”

  She nodded slowly, burying her face into my neck. “It was horrible,” she murmured. “He was hurting me... So much... Oh...” Sobs escaped her throat was more.

  My grip around her tightened slightly. Her ex-boyfriend (b/n) was an abusive guy. He would always hit her after a long night at work, and she could never escape. It took her a long time to trust anybody again after breaking up with him. That was, until we met.

  “(Y/n), that will never happen again. He will never come near you--let alone place a hand on you again. I’m going to make sure of that.”

  “Promise?”

  I kissed the crown of her head gingerly before nodding. “I promise. You know I love you, right?”

  As I felt her smile against my skin, she said, “I know. I love you, too, Mikey.”