#pete wentz x mikey way

[grayvineyard]

@dxngerfangs our functional idiots 🫶

[bindtorturekillme]

are we interested in a Petekey one shot because I'm about half way done writing it and I think I need someone else to read it lmao

[sibsteria]

Where is my mind?

Mikey Way x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn't hear Mikey hop over the fence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, but-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Probably for the best.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay, i’m alive.” You shrug.

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

“Sure.” You giggle.

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

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

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

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

That said…

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

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

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

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

No.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another weird fucking moment for the books.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nah..not enough.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ll get outta here soon, promise.”

“Hope so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His hand on your hip grips you a little tighter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is this happening?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the hell are you doing?

This is your best friends, brother.

But it feels so, so, right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“O-okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were taking Mikey Way’s virginity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baby?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What do you even do about this now?

[romanticfistfightz]

i am the same i was in 2018 (drawing petekey)

[werewolfsknn]

not going to lie, got one comment that was encouraging towards x readers. so i’m taking requests :3 asks are open.

i won’t write smut as i just don’t think that’s something i’d like to focus on? but i’ll writer for gender neutral or male, fem, whatever reader :). bandom specific.

ILL ALSO WRITE AUS AS WELL. I LOVE THEM SORRY.

[barringtonishigh]

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Nothing yet!

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Andy Hurley:

Late Night Walk (M!Reader)

Headcanons (GN!Reader)

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William Beckett:

Nothing yet!

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Adam Siska:

Nothing yet!

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Mike Carden:

Nothing yet!

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The Butcher:

Nothing yet!

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Michael Guy Chislett:

Nothing yet!

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Ryan Ross:

Best Friends to Lovers Headcanons (GN!Reader)

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Jon Walker:

Nothing yet!

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Dallon Weekes:

Starry Skies (GN!Reader)

Streamers (GN!Reader)

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Gerard Way:

Infodumping (M!Reader)

Baby. You're A Haunted Movie Theater (M!Reader)

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Mikey Way:

Nothing yet!

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Frank Iero:

Buzzed (GN!Reader) (TW// cancer)

Snuggles & Sniffles (F!Reader)

You're Safe (F!Reader)

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Ray Toro:

Nothing yet!

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[father-of-all-motherfuckers]

day one of drawing random bandom ships kissing in my notebook during class until someones notices !

today i spun a wheel with all the ships i could draw of and it landed on...

wentzross (pete wentz x ryan ross ) !

now i dont wanna have to spin this wheel everyday during class so,

choose what i should draw next!

(i'll release both todays and tmrws tommorow! !!)

[xxx-scars-on-my-neck-xxx]

Dat 1 couple...1 of them iz an introvert

[release-the-mccracken]

Whatever Mikey Way has going on, it drives men crazy

[stumped-on-bennington]

The Kind of Human Wreckage That You Love

Summary: Frank got jumped by a couple of weirdos and as been acting strange ever since. Gerard and the rest of the guys try to take care of him, but to no avail. That is until they get a visit from Pete and Patrick.

Vamp!Frank

Word count:1500

It all started when Frank got into a fight with some weird guys from across town. He was jumped by these dudes who thought they were from the 1920s or something. Since then he has been acting really weird. Sleeping all day, getting weird cravings, and overall looking really sickly and almost dead. Gerard, Mikey, and Ray were doing everything they could to help him, but Frank was refusing to see a doctor. They were at their wits end until Gerard was approached by Pete and Patrick.

“He isn’t sick, but there isn’t a cure.” Pete told Gerard.

“What are you talking about? Frank just has a really intense stomach flu or something, we have it under control.” Gerard said, defensive over his friend. 

“What stomach flu makes a man look dead? Makes him sleep all day and gives him uncontrollable urges at night? I can already tell you that about this time he has cold sweats, is shaking and vomiting up anything you're trying to give him.” Pete growls, ready to pounce on Gerard. 

Patrick put an arm in front of Pete, holding him back from Gerard before speaking. “We know what's wrong with him, but it’s not as simple as just treating it like a cold.” 

Just then Patrick gets a text on his phone. “Shit, there’s rumors of another swarm that’s been picking people off by Make-Out Point. We have to go re-group with the guys.” Patrick tell’s Pete, putting his phone back in his pocket and pulling out an old beaten up journal. “Here, you're going to need this. This will tell you everything you need to know to help out your friend and to protect yourselves.” 

Gerard takes the journal skeptically, but willing to try anything at this point. He flips the journal open, seeing pages upon pages of recipes, rituals, and other entries. Gerard looks up to question the two, but the strange duo is gone without a trace. 

Gerard takes the journal back to the rest of the guys, showing them the entries and telling them what Pete and Patrick had told him. 

“This thing says to mix holy water, garlic, and human blood and to give it to him, man. I don't know about this.” Ray says, flipping through the pages.

“I read one of them that said we have to have a weekly visit from a priest to come and bless him. Even has a number of a priest that quote ‘understands the situation’ end quote” Mikey says, mocking the entry that he was referring to.

Just then Frank stumbles into the room, covered in sweat and clutching his stomach. “Let's do it.” He says, nearly falling.

 Gerard bolts up, rushing to stabilize his friend and guide him to a chair. “No dude, this is just a bunch of psycho rambling. Whatever you have, we can fix it with some cold medicine and rest.” 

Frank growls, “We’ve been trying cold medicine for weeks now. I sleep all day, there isn’t any more rest I can be getting! ...I’ve been having nightmares when I sleep, they’re all the same. Flashes of me covered in blood, and you guys laying lifeless at my feet.” Frank’s expression softens, “I’m tired of this and I’m willing to try anything at this point.”

Gerard looks at Frank with a sorrowful expression. “Ok.”, he says.

“Wait, seriously? You’re going to go through with this crazy stuff?” Ray says, a little shocked at Gerard’s willingness to comply with the odd manual.

“We have to at least try. If it doesn’t work then we stop.” Gerard says, giving Ray a serious look. 

Ray sighs, “Fine, But i'm not going to be the one bleeding for this, ok?”

“I’ll do it.” Mikey says, everyone turning towards him. “I’ll supply the blood. Luckily it doesn’t seem like we’ll be needing that much.” Gerard gives his brother a thankful smile.

“Ok.” Gerard says, “Let's get to work then.”

With that Ray, Mikey, and Gerard get to work following the instructions in the journal. Gerard calls the number in the book and informs the priest of the situation, Mikey starts the concoction that they are to feed to Frank, and Ray starts collecting all the crucifixes he can find. By 11 PM the priest finishes blessing Frank and the other preparations have been finished. 

“Here, we go, Frank. Now this probably isn't going to be pleasant.” Gerard says, bring the cup to Frank's mouth, letting him sip the mixture. As soon as the liquid touches Frank's lips, he starts coughing violently. Gerard pulls the cup away and rubs Frank’s back, trying to sooth his friend. 

“I told you this was a bunch of horse shit!” Ray says, “This entire journal was just some weird, sick prank from those guys! Just some freaks that-” Ray stops at the sound of Frank chugging the liquid. The three turn back to Frank, who is now standing, the bottom of the cup in the air as he swiftly gulps down the mix. With a loud sigh, Frank finishes the ghastly drink, crushing the plastic up in his hand. 

The three men stare in disbelief. Frank, who was nearly a corpse mere seconds ago, is now standing strong before them, looking as youthful as ever. Frank uses his sleeve to wipe the residue from this mouth, leaving a bloody streak across his face. “That’s better.” He says, dropping the cup to the ground.

“You were saying?” Mikey says, turning back to Ray. 

The four men read through more of the journal, following all the instructions to a T. Preparing more mixtures and rituals to help keep Frank stable. They even found a number to a blood bank that had shady practices so that Mikey wouldn’t have to keep bleeding for the holy water mixture. The group stayed up until 5 in the morning making everything so Frank could be comfortable. About an hour before sunrise, they got a knock on the door.

Gerard answered the door, a wooden stake and crucifix ready. He slowly creaked the door open, revealing Pete and Patrick. The two immediately notice the items that Gerard is holding, Pete hissing at the sight of the crucifix. 

“So, you actually followed my instructions.” Patrick says, a slight smirk on his face. 

Gerard put away the crucifix. “So, you knew what was wrong with him because he’s also one of them.” He says, motioning towards Pete. “And you're trying to hunt all the other ones to reverse it all, right? That’s why you had all those instructions for weapons in there too.” 

“That’s right.” Pete says.

“So now what, you’re here to take out Frank too?” Gerard says, clutching the stake in his hand.

“No, no. Nothing like that.” Patrick says, raising his hands. “Your friend is safe. So long as you keep his urges under control, then we have no reason to come after him.” 

Gerard lowers his weapon, feeling a sense of relief. 

“But, we could really use you guys, if you're willing to help. We’re always looking for more people on our side. The more of us there are, the quicker we can go through the bad ones and get our friends back to normal.” Patrick says, hopeful.

Gerard thinks for a second. “I’m sorry, but we can’t. Frank never has been one to have very good control. If we go out and try to do what you guys do, I'm afraid that he’ll get carried away and cause more trouble than help.” He says, with an apologetic expression. 

“No worries, we understand.” Patrick says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a slip of paper. “But if you ever change your mind, or if you just need some help, give me a call.” 

Gerard takes the paper and stuffs it in his pocket. Pete and Patrick turn away and begin to walk off, but before leaving, Patrick stops.

“Oh, and if you hear anything about any attacks or turf fights, don’t hesitate to call!” Patrick says, calling over his shoulder. With those final words Patrick begins walking off into the night. Pete lunges into the air and jumps rooftop to rooftop, disappearing just before the sun rises. 

Bonus!:

~A couple weeks after Gerard’s last encounter with Pete and Patrick.~ 

“Any word from the hunters?” Mikey asks his brother. 

“Nothing. I’ve tried calling and texting, no answer.” Gerard says. There has been a spike in activity around their side of town, more and more lurkers at night, making it hard to get supplies for Frank.

The four men jump as there is a knock at the door. The group ready themselves with weapons, crucifixes, and holy water as Gerard opens the door. Standing before them are the hunters, only this time they’ve changed, moonlight reflecting off their fangs. 

“We’ve hit a bit of a snag in the extermination process.” Patrick says, his own pair of fangs hanging in his mouth.

“Let’s get training then.” Gerard says, allowing the group to enter their dwelling.

[grayvineyard]

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[thewinniecollectivv]

introduction ^^^

i never made an intro post so here it is! hi guys, i’m winnie, i’m 18, and i like to write :3

i like to write all kinds of different things, including fan fiction which i’ll eventually link my ao3 when i grow a pair but that’s not anytime soon

i lovelovelove music and mcr is my favorite band!!! i want to post music reviews as well as my poetry, so send me songs and albums you like and i’ll give them a full blown review of lyricism, instrumental, and overall production. as well as my enjoyment ;p

i like to draw, crochet, play my bass guitar (her name is phoebe), bingewatch movies and tv shows, and make references to things nobody understands but they make me laugh so i don’t mind.

i am a clinically diagnosed autistic with very strong opinions lol, just as a disclaimer to anyone who decides to interact and finds that i come off as rude. i don’t always understand tone online so well so prior apologies for that.

i hope to see some familiar names, don’t be afraid to send an ask, a song, or anything else you just want to tell me!!

- winnie <3

[sibsteria]

Our lady of sorrows…

Mikey Way x Fem!Reader, Secret!xReader

part two

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

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

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

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

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

Yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, that would be for Frankie, later.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Had you left the house, completely?

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

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

Where R U? U Ok? We need 2 talk

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

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

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

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

You sighed quietly, debating a reply.

Talk tmr, nite

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

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

He better get some sleep, too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hummed in agreement.

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

“So true it stings.” You half smiled.

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

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

And the day you left.

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, it goes without saying.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grabs your wrist, ever so gently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes…why?” You question, slowly.

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

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

“And?” He bites his lip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ha!” You scream down Frank’s ear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What might that be.”

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

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

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

“Make sure to turn some heads.”

“I will.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He uses the entrance behind you, announcing himself.

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

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

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

For now, he would have to behave himself.

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

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

You saw the entertainment sign as you neared.

Tonight at ‘Puzzles’:

Introducing-

Fall Out Boy !

(appearances from My Chemical Romance)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m in.” Mikey.

“Fine, you’re paying.” Frank.

“I can’t say no.” You.

“I’ll just take a beer.” Ray, smart.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You watch as they all pick up their instruments.

You run to stand in between Gee and Mikey.

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

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

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

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

And then…

Patrick.

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

Damn it.

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

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

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

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

The pressure is on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What about Mikey?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck.”

“I know-“

“You fucked Mikey?”

“Yeah, last night and-“

“Dude!”

“What!”

“I always thought it would be Gerard.”

“Shut up, you did not.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“He is like a damn brother to me!”

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

“Rude!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, Mikes.”

There is a nervous pause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A guilt that you still love Patrick.

A guilt that he doesn’t know anything.

A guilt that you love him.

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

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

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

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

You panic. He deserves to know the truth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who-

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

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

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

“Thank you.” You whisper back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your heart hangs heavy with all of tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m trying, I’m trying.”

“To let you know how much you mean”

“As days fade and nights grow”

“And we grow cold”

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

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

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

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

Everyone starts putting their equipment back into the van.

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

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

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

“I’ll do it.” You laugh.

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

“Yeah, I’ll do it.”

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

“Finally!” Gerard kisses your forehead.

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

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

What a night you are in for.

[glue-factory]

bandom x pokemon au

This whole thing got way out of hand and overdeveloped into a full blown brainrot and I blame @grayvineyard for indulging me (who made LOVELY art for this au <3)

Bear with me, set roughly in the 1st/2nd gen of pokemon so Kanto/Johto except for the pokedex, there's a mix of those just because. Technically thought out for geetrick with a side of petekey in mind, but also a shit ton of gen.

Here are the basic foundations:

-> pokemon teams

Gerard's champion team: Espeon, Typhlosion, Nidoqueen, Parasect, Mismagius and Salamence

- His Espeon is blind due to a surprise ambush kinda critical hit by a venom type back in his teens.

- Lots of rumors ensued from this, but they don't like talking about it.

- She guides herself by psychic waves/a psychic mental map and through both the mental bond with her teammates and Gee.

Patrick's: Ninetails, Togekiss, Staraptor (uncanny resemblance to Pete...), Venusaur, Ursaring, Luxray

- Although his team overall seems big and scary they are all sweethearts, extreamely nice

- Meanwhile he's small and snarky, the meanest out of them all

- Ninetails has an attitude problem. she's a princess and she expects to be treated as such (it's Patrick's fault really from spoiling her rotten when she was a little vulpix)

Mikey's: Jolteon, Arcanine, Ampharos, Milotic, Butterfree, Xatu

Pete's: Ambipom, Gliscor, Gengar, Sunflora, Honchkrow (uncanny resemblance to Patrick...), Coralina

Ray's: Magby, Houndoom, Charizard, Victini, Chandelure, Clefable

- it's a mystery how he found Victini, he refuses to explain, just showed up with them one day and that was that

- very smug about it when he uses them in battle (unofficial ones only, the league doesn't allow them in his elite team)

- bane of Gerard's existence how Ray babies them around (Victini enjoys this very much, he gets extratreats and hangs on his shoulder/head), like cmon, that's a fucking legendary!

- hatched Magby from the egg himself, and he turned out to be a crazy kid, running around without looking twice, there's always gotta be at least one grown human or pokemon supervising him at all times

- his Clefable doesn’t seem to fit but is the secret trick, knowing fire blast as well as solar beam and water pulse.

-> general context

Professor Way moving into town (Pallet i guess?) with Mikey

She's... Not the best at parenting

cue him journeying through Kanto with Pete and Patrick (suppose they are around 17ish during that as an start point)

Pete as the high-spirited, optimistic trainer who sees the good in everything and fully beliefs in the power of friendship to rise over any challenge coming into his path. Strong trainer, makes friends with everyone, extreamely focused on the experiences the adventure brings, half assedly aims to become pokemon master. (kinda ethan/gold vibes ngl)

Patrick as the other side of the coin, not completely opposite, but a stark contrast to him, where Pete is ambitious in his journey, challenging gyms and aiming for the league, Patrick isn't too sure about his path, is critical of the battling business and more theoretical/book strategic when approaching a challenge. Doesn't mean he has a worse bond with his pokemon. Uncanny, natural gift at battling tho, but honestly doesn't think twice of it ("what like it's hard?"). Lowkey on a midlife crisis at 18 going from trainer to breeder (pokemon daycare worker?) to researcher, boy does not know what he's doing. But it's fine. Mostly.

Mikey's the kid that looks too cool to be a nerd and simultaneously seems like too much of a nerd to be as cool as he is. Has their only braincell for most of the time. Doesn't give a fuck, only he knows what his plan in life is, does he challenge the gyms? does he plan to go into research under his mom? he just vibes. BAMF, keeps the other two out if trouble more often than not. Lowkey mommy issues

Gerard as reigning champion, child prodigy, went on his journey with Ray at 13ish, crowned at 14, practically a legend. Extreamely extravagant, drama queen all around. Lots of rumours about him AND his blind Espeon. Honestly overworked, plus mommy issues (my emotional punching bag <3). A mountain hermit that thinks living on top of a freezing mountain is better than doubling down to the unsurpassable merit of peaking as a preteen. Deep down a sweetheart with a passion for pokemon and training.

Ray takes it easier, one of the elite four, fire type trainer. Local sunshiney, polite guy who Knows What He's Doing. Actually a badass who is tired of everyone's shit. Mostly holds the last braincell he and Gerard have left. Perchant for petting every fire type he encounters no matter how big or dangerous.

Ray and Gerard took out Team Rocket when they were teens, with them now being around 21.

Professor Way centers/ed her investigations on legendary pokemons, devoting most of her time and attention to it. Gerard would try to help out, not really successfully, and eventually developed a weird relationship with them as a concept, slightly obsessed, slightly frustrated, an underlying splinter still dug inside him.

When the Ways were kids there were a bunch of Eevees in the lab for research purposes or whatever. They always played with them and eventually kept one each.

Pete’s jacket’s fluff is made of mareep wool which, paired with his penchant for hugging Mikey’s and Patrick’s electric types, means his always charged with static energy and he’s a nightmare to be physically close to

Mikey Pete and Patrick are little shits and they lure Gee’s pokemon with too many berries

Like Patrick quickly becomes their fave bc of all the treats and how little he gives a fuck about Gerard’s stubborness

Specially after Gee runs off to Mt. Silver for a while and he’s the one who has to periodically hike up to make sure the idiot’s still alive

(He’s fine btw, it was never that serious)

Yeah, I think that’s it for now but it’s ever growing…

[xxx-scars-on-my-neck-xxx]

ITZ THEM TEEHEE XD X3

Despite everything It's still them x_x

19 years apart .

[barringtonishigh]

so uh i was at the pool and saw a life guard and from afar thought he was gabe n got an idea...whos most likely to be a life guard its for something. sigh for the long ass poll. reblog for wider audience.