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robinrunsfiction · 3 years ago

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They Can Fix Me Proper With a Bit of Luck

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~1,660 Author’s Note: TW for mentions of broken bones (nothing graphic, it's not even really described), hospitals, all that sorta medical stuff. Also I did a tiny bit of research, but if it's inaccurate, it's because I've never broken a bone (knock on wood).

Every night of the tour so far (YN) had climbed up and down the ladder to the platform that held her drum kit without a second thought. She had no reason to worry, the crew was diligent and safety was always the first concern with all the pyrotechnics and everything going on. But an illness had swept through the crew, leaving the ones who weren't sick to do the jobs of multiple people. And that was a recipe for disaster.

The ladder felt secure when (YN) had scaled it before the show, and when the show was over she was buzzing with the high of another great show. But as her feet met the rungs, the ladder slipped out from under her, sending her crashing nearly six feet to the floor below.

(YN) cried out in pain, but could hardly hear herself over the roar of the crowd, still cheering following the last encore song. Crew members hurried over as she tried to stand, but couldn't put any weight on her right leg.

"What happened?" Gerard was the first from the band to reach her. Panic was written all over his face.

"Ladder fell while she was climbing down," someone explained.

"Why wasn't it secure?!" Gerard shouted, the panic turning to rage as the rest of the band and the tour manager Ashely arrived to see what happened.

"Jesus (YN)!" Frank looked wide eyed when he arrived.

"Can you move your foot?" Ray asked.

(YN) shook her head, wincing in pain.

"We need an EMT over here now!" Ashely shouted, going into full mama lion mode.

It took one glance from the stadium's EMT to determine that (YN) needed to be seen in a hospital as soon as possible. After a quick squabble between Ashely and Gerard over who should ride with her, she was rushed to the emergency room, x-rays were taken and pain medicine administered. After waiting what felt like an eternity, the doctor came in and confirmed the worst: her ankle was broken, and she'd be in a cast for at least six weeks, and she'd need surgery immediately to keep the bones from healing incorrectly.

Maybe it was the adrenaline wearing off, or the painkillers they administered kicking in, but when the doctor walked out of the room leaving (YN) and Ashely alone again, (YN) completely broke down.

"They're gonna kick me out of the band!" She sobbed. "They're gonna leave me here and send me home and get a new drummer and I'll never see them again!"

"Oh sweetie," Ashely brushed the hair back from (YN)'s face. "No one is gonna kick you out of the band! I'm sure they're all really worried about you."

(YN) continued to cry, not noticing Ashely digging into her purse and pulling out her phone. "Look at all the messages I have already!"

She glanced over and saw unopened text messages from all the guys, and the little number at the top of the phone indicated that wasn't all of them. She sniffled. "Can I see?"

But as she was about to hand her the phone, a nurse rushed into the room. "Ok, (YN), I'm here to prep you for surgery. Ma'am, you'll need to go to the waiting room."

"No problem, I have calls to make, but I'll be here when you're done," she said reassuringly.

"Tell them I'm sorry," (YN) pouted.

"You have nothing to apologize for dear!" She smiled sympathetically before leaving the room.

After the surgery was completed (YN) was wheeled back into her room to recover. As she started to regain consciousness, she could hear soft voices. When her eyes opened and adjusted to the brightness of the room, she realized it was her bandmates and Ashely.

"Hey guys," she mumbled.

She noticed Gerard was on one side of her bed, Ashely and Frank on the other. Gerard was the first to hear her. He had looked worried, but the worry changed to relief when he realized she was awake.

"How are you feeling, sugar?" Gerard asked.

(YN) just sort of groaned in response, her head not awake enough yet to form much of an opinion.

"Give her a minute," Frank scolded Gerard. "Ow! What was that for?" He rubbed his ribs where Ashely elbowed him.

"He's just worried, be nice."

(YN) managed to sit up a bit, dragging her obnoxious new cast along. "Why're you all still here? Aren't you supposed to be in… someplace else?"

"We couldn't leave you behind!" Ray said brightly, joining the others.

"We canceled the next show," Gerard explained.

The words jolted her from her fog. "No!"

"It's ok sweetie, everyone understands, and just wants you to heal," Ashely said, placing a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

"What about the rest of the shows? I'm sure I can figure something out, I mean if the drummer for Def Leppard can play with one arm-"

"I called Tucker, he said he could fill in for the rest of the tour," Frank explained.

"And no one is kicking you out of the band. You can even stay on the road with us if you'd like," Ashely said, answering her questions before she could ask.

(YN) nodded, not noticing the look being exchanged between her bandmates.

"You thought we'd kick you out?" Mikey asked. He almost sounded a little hurt.

She glanced up, feeling her cheeks burning. "I… I dunno. I was on a lot of painkillers and emotional."

"We would never kick you out of the band, especially not for this," Gerard said, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.

She smiled, both at the sentiment and the feeling of her hand in his. What was even better was how he didn’t let go. (YN) was certain that just about everyone that Gerard came in contact with developed a crush on him, it seemed impossible not to. At least that’s what she reasoned so she didn’t feel guilty for the feelings she harbored for him.

Having the band, her closest friends, with her in the hospital room made the situation so much less miserable, but try as she might, she couldn’t help the grogginess that was tugging at her eyelids. Soon she'd drifted off to sleep again.

When (YN) woke up, she wasn’t sure how long she’d been out, but it seemed brighter outside the window and a lot quieter. She realized that only Gerard was still by her bedside. It took her a moment to register that he was doing something to her cast.

“Wha are you doin?” She mumbled sleepily.

He looked up with a start. “I wanted to make your cast pretty for you.”

(YN) sat up so you could see better, and found an amazing skull design with roses around it. "Gee, it's amazing," she murmured.

He smiled. "You like it?"

(YN) nodded. "I'm almost gonna be sad to have it cut off in two months or whenever."

A faint pink dusted Gerard's cheeks, as he turned back to his work. “Maybe they can save it, or I can redraw it for you.”

“That’d be nice,” she said before pausing. “Not that I don’t enjoy your company Gee, but where’s everyone else?”

“Visiting hours are over,” he said, not looking up from what he was doing.

"Wait, then how'd you get them to let you stay? Were you hiding in the bathroom or something?"

"I said I was your husband and they didn't question it," he said with a smile that clearly conveyed how clever he thought he was, while you blushed feverishly.

"That's how rumors get started, ya know," you mumbled.

Gerard shrugged. "They can't say anything, right? Hippo or whatever it’s called."

"HIPAA? I think that means they can't talk about your medical stuff, not, ya know, public record stuff."

Gerard paused in his drawing, before shrugging. "Oh well."

(YN) laughed and flopped back against the pillows. “You could at least take me out before claiming my hand in marriage.” The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them.

Gerard glanced up at her, eyebrows raised, a smile forming on his face. “That so?”

(YN) panicked internally for a moment before nodding. “Yea.”

“Well, next day off we get, let’s go get dinner, just you and me.”

“You won’t mind waiting for me to hobble around on crutches?”

“You were the only one who always waited and walked with me when I had to use the cane.”

“You noticed?” (YN) found herself blushing again.

“Of course,” he replied. “I kinda loved it because we got to be alone for a bit.”

“Oh,” she laughed lightly.

Gerard got up from the chair he was sitting in and sat on the side of the bed, taking her hand. “I feel like an idiot for not realizing how I felt, I think I was lying to myself. But when I saw you hurt, it broke my heart. I realized I wanted to protect you, and keep you safe, and,” he paused. “I really like you, (YN).”

A proper grin spread across (YN)’s face, the first since the show ended the evening before. "I really like you too Gerard."

"Can I kiss you, please?" He asked, almost pleading.

"Of course," (YN) smiled, as Gerard leaned in, his lips meeting hers. He kissed her with deliberate care, like he hoped it would somehow heal her broken bones. When they finally pulled back, they were both blushing lightly.

"Ya know, you're probably not gonna be able to climb up into your bunk anymore," Gerard said, unable to hide the smile playing at his lips.

"Oh you're right," (YN) nodded.

"I guess you can share with me," he replied smugly.

"Are you sure you didn't sabotage the ladder as an excuse to get closer to me?" She smirked and he laughed.

"It was purely coincidental, scout's honor," he replied.

"I doubt you were ever a boy scout, but good answer," she replied, pulling him in to kiss her again.

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 3 years ago

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B*tch

A/N: Alright so I know the whole Pro Rev fight was obviously Pro Rev and not Warped Tour but I’m just changing the timeline so now it’s Warped Tour. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Singer!Reader Word count: 2,777 word Warnings: Angst, swearing, fighting, pettiness... the whole nine yards.

If there was one big positive about Warp Tour, it was being able to tour with both your boyfriend’s band and your own.

But the show tonight was off, you noticed. Of course you knew Gerard was sick, you were awoken the night before while sleeping on the tour bus at 2 am to a call from Frank, which you answered, and took in the bathroom. There you were explained to that Gerard was feeling terrible, throwing up, and was overall not doing well.

You managed to calm him down, his frustration growing because the very next show was the professionally recorded one, and he knew it was going to be beyond difficult to give 100% of himself.

But that night, as you stood off to the side in the VIP section of the show, you could already tell he was breaking down internally. He was sweating a shower after one song, turning bright red. His voice was slightly off, it sounded a little strained. Worst of all, his stage persona was easily battling with his internal frustration at himself.

Everything escalated quickly when not even 15 minutes into the performance he and Frank got into a fight. You could barely watch as Frank attempted to crawl on Gerard, not uncommon for the two of them on stage as you quickly found out, but when Gerard became violent by pushing him aggressively to the ground and wrestling for a few seconds, you knew this wasn’t your Gerard.

The rest of the show didn’t go much better. The crowd was pathetic, maybe a hundred or so of the people there actually choosing to involve themselves. You knew My Chem produced the bets shows when the crowd was extremely interactive, but tonight they were not.

The four of them wrapped up the show, all walking backstage and Gee going immediately to his trailer. You and your band had already wrapped up your show, so naturally your first instinct was to go find Gerard. On your way you ran into Frank. “Hey, Frankie, are you alright?” You asked, grabbing his arm lightly.

“Hey, Y/N.” He responded with a very light smiled, “Yeah, I am, I think.” “I don’t know what Gerard did I-” “Hey, don’t apologize for him, okay? He’s just really frustrated right now.” You nodded.

“I’m going to talk to him, try and get him to calm down a little.” Frank nodded once.

“Just be careful, okay?”

“Yeah, of course.” You sighed, walking away and back to their trailer, where Ray and Bob were outside. “How is he?” “We have no clue.” Bob answered.

“He just stormed in.” Ray added on.

“Alright,” You sighed, opening the bus door and slowly closing it. “Gee?” You lightly called out, no one responded. “Gerard?” You called out again. You slowly walked in, making sure not to be obnoxious in the process. You saw him sitting in the back of the bus, near one of the makeshift living spaces. “Gee?” You asked once more, him choosing to completely ignore you despite being three feet away. “Darling, what’s wrong?” You asked, slowly approaching and sitting next to him. You could hear him sigh. “I’m just so damn frustrated,” he said, “Everything today has become fucked.”

“Hey, Gee,” You placed your hand lightly on his knee, “It’s alight, babe. You did your best.” “My best?” He snapped at you, “My fucking best, Y/N? That’s pathetic if you think that was my best. Do you think that low of me?”

“I never said that-” “Well it really sounds like it.” He quickly moved himself further from you, “Sometimes you’re just so damn unsupportive, Y/N. I’ve always been so fucking supportive of your career and then when I need comfort about mine you say my worst is the best I can do?” “Gerard, I never said that.” You tried to stay calm.

“Well it was clearly implied.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Gee, I know you’re not happy about your performance. But it was just one.” “Yeah, a recorded one.”

“You’re also incredibly sick.” “Not an excuse.” You were on the verge of giving up, he was being extremely difficult and beating himself up, but it was also your duty as both his girlfriend and a person to try and calm him.

“C’mon, Gee, don’t beat yourself up so much-” “Would you stop?” He snapped again, “Y/N you can be a bitch sometimes.” Your eyes went wide, you couldn’t see any regret in his face.

“Fine.” You said, standing up, “I’ll go.” You marches out of the tour bus, his words you tried to brush off your shoulder. You knew he was just in a terrible mood and needed some sort of excuse to blame his lack of performance. But deep down the words really did sting. And you knew he knew it too, and that apart of him wanted that feeling to stick to you.

“How’d it go?” Frank asked when you stepped out closing the door.

“Not well.” You said barely above a whisper.

“Oh,” He said, “You wanna talk about it?” You shook your head.

“Thanks, though.” You said goodbye, walking to your own trailer.

There you walked in, heading to your bunk to lay down, staring at the ceiling. You thought about Gerard’s words. Maybe you were annoying, you thought, actually you are.

“Y/N?” You heard your band mate Jay come in. “Where are you?” “My bunk.” You stated. He walked over.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, seeing tears on your face.

“Nothing,” You sighed.

“Don’t lie.” “Fine, it’s just Gerard and I got into a little argument.” “About what?” He asked, “What did he do to you?” He now asked more firmly.

“You don’t wanna know my stupid problems,” You responded, “It’s too annoying.” “Annoying? What?” He asked again, “Dude, you’re confusing me.”

“It’s just Gerard called me-” You sighed, “Never mind.” “Tell me.” “Fine,” You reluctantly stated, “He’s just in a really fucking bad mood and called me annoying and a bitch.”

“You’re definitely not a bitch, and you’re not annoying.” He clarified, “And I will punch the shit out of him if I see him.” “He’s just in a really bad mood-” “Not a good excuse to take his immature anger out on you.”

“Still, it’s not usually him.” He sighed.

“That’s what they all say, but if you insist.” You knew to an extent Matt was right, everyone knew you were a sensitive person, but especially Gerard. He had been with you in your most vulnerable moments.

But all that seemed to fade away at the moment at the thought of the dreadful word seeping into your ears, by your own boyfriend. Bitch.

And he out of everyone knew best you were a feminist to the max. You never slut-shamed women, only built them up. You, in fact, wore corsets frequently on stage. Not to objectify yourself, but the take back the power of your sexuality. People ate it up, and most young women who you talked to managed to see it in the same light.

So why on earth did he think his terminology would do anything but dig himself a bigger grave? You got he was in a bad mood, you got why, but there was no need to take it out on the girlfriend who was just trying to be helpful.

“Fuck!” You muttered into your pillow in frustration. You didn’t know how to get all the built-up tension he had handed to you on a silver-fucking-platter out of your system. So you did what any petty girlfriend did.

You grabbed your guitar, pen, and notebook to write a song about a douchebag.

It worked pretty well. In fifteen minutes you had practically dragged this mystery man of a character through the mud and back. You hoped the song wreaked of the dick-move Gerard had just pulled. And you hoped when you released it Gerard would know exactly what you were talking about.

It really wasn’t meant to be personal, more of a venting mechanism that turned to be a really good song. You played it for your bandmates who immediately flooded to the barely acceptable makeshift studio on the back of your bus, as most bands on tour had adapted to that sort of lifestyle, and in an hour you had a completed song. “We could release this tomorrow if we really wanted to.” Jay raved with a smile. You smirked.

“No, I’m waiting to see if Gerard continues his dick phase or grows up and gets out of it.” You smiled, “I’m not really willing to risk our entire relationship off of a single song I used to get my anger out about a petty fight.”

“Yeah, well, he started it.” Jay spoke up again, and you couldn’t respond, because you knew he was right.

The next day had arrived too soon, and, well, no apology from Gerard. Not even a single look in the eye. Apparently he had made up with his bandmates, great, but was refusing to even acknowledge your existence. He was acting like some petty eight grade mean girl.

“We’re doing it.” You ran up to your band, “We’re adding the song to the set, because I know Gerard’s gonna be there today."

“How would you know?” Vickie, one of your other bandmates asked.

“Frank told me,” You softly smiled, “Apparently, he’s still not over whatever the fuck he thinks I did to him, so he’s gonna be there to vent. But I’ll give him something to be pissed about.” “Wow,” Jay smiled, “I didn’t know you had that much middle school level petty revenge in you.” “I am a little bit of a bitch,” You admitted, “But my boyfriend shouldn’t be the one telling me that.”

It was only a few hours before your set came up, and of course you were going to make this hell on earth for your boyfriend and the pride he carried so proudly on his shoulders at the moment. You were gonna knock this weird, asshole funk out of him, even if it meant some element of public embarrassment.

You put on your tightest, black corset. The one he had always reminded you was his favorite. You put on your black skinny jeans that hugged your body perfectly. And you had done your hair just the way he liked it, in light curves. Yup, you were literally going to drag your boyfriend through a 45-minute hell.

Your set was going great, the crowd riled up as you aggressively flipped your hair in all the right ways, moving your hips and shaking your ass maybe more than usual. But the already prominent look of fury on Gerard’s face kept you going.

“We wanted to surprise you guys a little tonight.” You spoke into the microphone, taking a brief break and sipping on your water bottle. “Because we have a new song we wrote, and we wanted to know if you guys think it’s good enough to release.” You smirked as the crowd went wild. “This track is called, Bitch.” You smiled as you looked over to the VIP tent making direct eye contact with Gerard as his face dropped immediately getting it. You saw Frank next to him practically choke on air.

You played through the whole song, making sure to definitely put your fury and anger into it as you stole glances from Gerard as his face contorted and continued to grow in even more fury. You couldn’t tell if his new shade of red was due to the heat or his anger.

And finally when it was finished, again, the crowd went wild. You happily smiled, looking over one more time in victory, but instead you saw your boyfriend storm away and Frank smirking right at you. Yup, you had just won this battle.

But a fucking war was awaiting.

As soon as you got off stage you had let your band know you were going to head back to the bus to change. The corset and melted makeup on your face with now tangled hair was not a look you necessarily wanted to be seen in off of stage, so they resorted to their own drinking fiasco as you found refuge in the AC filled bus.

You walked up the steps, approaching the cool air as it swarmed your body with a pleasant sigh. But before you could even get to the bunk area of the bus you were quickly pushed against a wall as you let out a surprised gasp. “Jeez Gerard!” You scolded, “I thought you were a murdered or something.” “You wanna explain your little stunt out there?” He asked, inches from your face as his hands pinned your wrists down to your side. His face was filled with tension and anger as you searched his eyes for a bit of mercy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You responded, smugly.

“Oh humor me,” He scoffed, “You wear your tightest fucking corset so half of your boobs are out, you do your hair in the sexiest way you could, wear your skinny jeans, and then sing a song about me?” “Oops.” You smirked.

“I can’t believe you.” He let go still eyeing you.

“What? You’re allowed to take your anger out on me but I can’t take mine out on you?” “Mine was different-” “Oh no to the fuck it wasn’t!” You snapped, “You called me a bitch and then kicked me out of your fucking bus after I tried to help you because you were being a complete dick to everyone who cared about you, but no, I’m the asshole here.” You fired, “I know I’m a fucking bitch, I don’t need my douchebag of a boyfriend to rub salt in the wound.” Just like that his face softened, and suddenly it made sense.

Of course he had to hit the worse fucking button he could.

“Oh Y/N I’m so sorry I-” “Yeah, sure.” You scoffed, “You’re about a day too late, bud. We’ll see how I’m feeling after I get over the whole objectifying and gaslighting comments.” You nudged him to get through and made your way out of the bus.

“Hey Y/N!” You heard Frank run up to you, “That was amazing, I mean, just great! You gotta release that song!” You smiled with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I’m not sure how happy Gerard would be. It took him that entire performance, a brand new song, and a fucking explanation of his wrongdoings to get it.” Frank looked almost conflicted. “What?” You asked.

“Y/N, you know Gerard is very naive about women, correct?” He asked and you nodded, “Like he’s very sweet, most of the time, but sometimes he just doesn’t get it, ya know? He’s great in domestic, nice moments. The 99% of what a relationship is. But he’s so bad about addressing his own problems and conflicts that he’s even worse when it’s with someone else. I’m not saying that you need to fix this now, I’m not saying anything you did was wrong, but just consider that maybe.” You nodded, understanding. Gerard had never been great with women.

So as you walked away from Frank the thought lingered heavily in your mind, battling between what you should do. You wanted nothing more than to run back in there and kiss him, but you also wanted to make the principle of it right too.

He had fucked up. Big time. And it took him more than it should have to understand at the very least that he really hurt your feelings. But you were helplessly in love with this man and also knew you couldn’t live without him no matter how much your better judgment pushed to be accepted.

With your pride still high and no logic running through your mind, you march right towards your boyfriends bus, rushing in to thankfully find him right there drawing something. It was one of his own coping mechanism. He looked up to see you, immediately standing and trying to figure out why the hell you were here and what the hell you were going to do.

With no hesitation, you slammed his lips onto yours, and after a bit of confusion on his part, he happily obliged. “Fuck you.” You muttered to him. “I love you. And I really hate it sometimes.”

“I love you too,” He murmured, kissing you back. “Release the song.” He stated pulling away. “Please let the entire world hate me for a couple of days. I think I really do deserve it.” You smirked.

“Alright,” You smiled, running your hands through his hair, “Only if you insist.”

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babymetaldoll · 3 years ago

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Danger days - Chapter two: "I'm the kinda that you wanna"

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x OC + My Chemical Romance.

Word count: 5.5K

Summary: Joey faces MCR after their awful first meeting. Matthew supports whatever she decides to do with her life. Gerard is still kind of an asshole, and Frank tries his best to be a better person.

Warnings: Cursing.

A/N: WOW!! I can't believe you are actually reading this!! thank you for the love!! I was gonna post this tomorrow, but... here it is.

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::: Los Angeles, October 14th, 2010 :::

Mikey ate his breakfast alone, sitting at the kitchen island. He was thinking about the daily schedule, the band's upcoming tour, and clearly, the severe problems in his marriage, the one subject he kept trying to avoid.

His wife was still asleep, and he didn't want to be around when she woke up. He knew it only meant another fight. Whenever they were in the same room, it always meant an argument, and Mikey was tired of it all.

It was clear they had to get a divorce, but neither of them had brought it up just yet.

He and Alicia had grown apart in the latest months. It was hard with him touring for so long and his wife staying home, persuading her own future in the music industry. And after so much time apart, they were both tired of trying. It just wasn't working anymore.

Frank and Ray were staying at the same hotel. They drove together to the practice studio, doing their best to agree on their ideas about Joey. But they weren't really on the same page at all.

- "Just don't be an ass, ok?"- Ray said when he parked outside the studio, and Frank immediately lit a cigarette.

- "Yeah, whatever,"- Toro got out of the car and closed the door, staring at his friend leaning against the wall to smoke alone- "I'll be right there."

Iero grabbed his phone and read the messages in a vague attempt to think of anything else. But that didn't help at all; Joey parked her car just before him that very second.

- "Shit!"- the two of them said at the same time. Frank put on his dark sunglasses, and Joey grabbed all her things from the passenger seat.

- "I can't catch a break!"- she argued as she opened the door and decided to get over the horribly awkward moment- Hey!- she smiled and waved as Frank nodded- "How are you?"

- "Good, you?"

- "Good..."- and it was still awkward- "So, thank you for inviting me again,"- and Frank nodded again, not saying a word- "I'll... head... inside then."

Joey tried to smile, but it was too uncomfortable to bear. So she ran away.

- "Did you catch the game last night?"- Mikey asked as he sipped his coffee, while Ray grabbed a guitar and started tuning it.

- "No, I played video games until late."

- "What are you playing?"

- "Red dead redemption"

- "Cool, and Christa?"

- "She's back home with her parents,"- Ray kept turning the guitar and never noticed Mikey's sad face- "And Alicia?"

- "She's home. She was sleeping when I left."

- "Is everything ok?"

- "Yeah"- and again, Ray was so concentrated on his guitar, he didn't catch a glimpse of Mikey's sad look.

- "Hello"- Joey walked in, and the two guys smiled- "Am I too early?"

- "No, you are just on time,"- Ray stood up and grabbed a cup of coffee- "I got you this."

- "Oh! thank you!"- Joey was surprised by the gesture- "You shouldn't have."

- "I owed you,"- Toro kind of blushed as Joey held the cup and took a sip.

- "Black, no sugar. How did you know?"

- "I didn't know if you liked cream, and I got a lot of sugar on a side"- Ray quickly answered and showed Joey a bunch of sugar bags on a tray.

- "You nailed it."

- "Hey"- Mikey kinda whispered in a low voice- "I'm sorry, I thought you were getting us coffee and stuff yesterday."

- "Dude, it's ok, don't worry,"- Joey smiled and kept drinking her coffee- "Now I know if I get the job, I can get you black coffee with almond milk to brighten your day"- and he chuckled.

- "And thank you for coming over again."

- "My pleasure,"- Joey answered and stayed quiet looking at the two guys- "So... I saw Frank outside."

- "Yeah, he was smoking, and Gerard should be right here by now,"- Mikey took a look at his wristwatch. It was almost noon, and he knew his brother was going to be late.

Gerard was driving and smoking, trying to devise anything to avoid going to the studio and doing another audition with that woman. He didn't want to. Why? Way really didn't know. It was something inside of him that made him feel like he should stay the fuck away from her 'cos something terrible might happen. And he didn't want to find out what it was.

- "Hey"- Frank waved at Gee when he walked out of his car- "You are late."

- "Yeah, I didn't want to come,"- and Iero chuckled- "What are you doing here?"

- "I didn't want to get in just yet."

- "Is she here already?"

- "Yeah... she got here all happy like fifteen minutes ago."

- "Fine... let's get this over with,"- Gerard walked in and did his best not to look annoyed, which was virtually impossible, 'cos he couldn't stop frowning.

As soon as they walked into the studio, the image was Joey, Ray, and Mikey laughing like they were already best friends. And that got Gerard even more upset, if possible, and because of no reason at all.

- "Hey!"- Mikey stood up and hugged his brother.

- "Hi, nice to see you again,"- Joey reached out for Gerard's hand and smiled to do the same with Frank.

- "Thank you for coming,"- he whispered and cleared his throat. The drummer looked around at the band and started the speech she had prepared in her mind the whole morning.

- "Guys, I just wanted to clear the air here. If you don't want me to do this and you just called 'cos Tucker asked you to, there's no need to go through all this shit. I can go home, no hard feelings or anything"- and the band stayed quiet. Ray looked at Frank and waited for his words.

- "Joey, we just... why did you call Tucker? that was so rude!"

- "First of all, I didn't call him, he called and annoyed me for ten minutes before I told him what happened. And second, you were rude, you barely looked at me, you didn't even pay attention to what I did, and you clearly made up an interview to ask me to leave."

Joey directed those words looking right into Gerard's eyes and just spit the words, knowing that wasn't really gonna help her get the job.

- "Tucker didn't really lie, guys,"- Mikey said and tried to ease the mood- "You were rude at her, and I'm sorry to tell you, she's the best we've had so far."

- "Do you honestly think we can work together after what happened with Tucker?"- Gerard asked her, and she shrugged.

- "If you deal with the fact you were rude to me, then yeah, I've got no problem with it,"- and Frank huffed at that answer.

- "You made us look bad in front of a friend."

- "No, you looked bad in front of me, and when Tucker asked how had it been, were you expecting me to lie and tell him it was awesome? come on!"- Joey frowned, knowing that ship had sailed already- "This shit is high school all over again!"

- "I feel the same!"- Ray said and stood up- "Ok, let's get this straight, you two were assholes! And that's the main problem here! if she did or did not call Tucker to tell him about it, that's not the point!"

- "But dude!"-Frank tied to argue, but Ray stopped him.

- "No! this is our job, and we have to be professional. So now you are gonna be a grown-up, and you are going to apologize for being an asshole with no reason to her, 'cos she just came to apply for a job, ok?"

Ray looked more like a dad than like a band colleague at that point.

- "Sorry, Joey"- Frank whispered and looked down at his shoes. Ray looked at Gerard and raised an eyebrow

- "I'm sorry I was a jerk"- he mumbled

- "And I'm sorry I told Tucker you were assholes. He was really excited about the audition, and he was just trying to help me out. It clearly didn't work out, but he meant good."

Joey tried to be as nice as possible, thinking shit had gotten way too bad to even think about playing with this band.

- "Ok, now I'm gonna go so you can continue your drummer hunt."

- "Wait!"- Mikey held her arm and cut her a smile- "You should jam with us for a while."

- "I don't think that's a good idea. This got too complicated. And whether I'm good or not, I don't want this to be awkward for you. You are looking for someone to work with, it's your band, and you should be comfortable with who you choose."- Joey smiled and grabbed her bag- "I just wanted to thank you for apologizing and for caring about what happened. I'm gonna tell Tucker you are all very nice."- she joked, and the band looked at each other.

- "No, really, stay. We didn't ask you to come because of Tucker. We did it because we really want to give your audition another go,"- Frank's word surprised Joey. She wasn't really able to say a word back; she just nodded and smiled.

- "Great!"- Mikey clapped once and grabbed a bunch of papers from his bag- "I printed you some of the sheets of our songs,"- Joey held them and read them

- "Cool"

- "So... wanna warm-up?"

- "I already played two hours before I left the house."- she whispered, embarrassed of her confession- "Sorry, I just have this weird routine. I work out, eat and play in the early morning, just to get me through the day not killing anyone."

And Mikey chuckled. Frank kinda bit his lips to don't smile. He found it funny.

- "Great, then let's set us up,"- Ray smiled and walked to grab his guitar- "We remembered you were left-handed, so Mikey and I rearranged the drum set for you,"- Gerard raised an eyebrow staring at the scene.

- "Why is Ray so nice with her? Is he crushed on that girl? no way! he is a married man! married guys don't have crushes! it is impossible".

Joey read the music sheets and nodded. She had studied most of the songs, and though she had never been a huge fan of the band, she liked it enough to easily follow the tempo of each tune.

Gerard looked at her playing and hated the fact Mikey was right. She kept following each change they were doing and even threw a few herself that worked perfectly. He hated it 'cos she made it fun, and he wanted to hate her. Very childish of him, but yet, that's how he could describe it.

Frank looked at Mikey and then at Ray as they all played "Thank you for the Venom" and knew in his guts this was it. Musically this is what they needed. And also knew it was a shitty situation 'cos he had already made an enormous fuss and didn't really know how to fix it.

- "Shit!"- Ray said as soon as the song ended.

- "Yeah, that was great."- Gerard said and smiled. He knew he couldn't get away with it. Shit worked. And it worked awesomely- "Can we do "Parade"?"

- "Sure, just let me read it first. That's a long one,"- Joey said and grabbed one of the sheets. Mikey walked to his brother and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to admit it.

- "I hate you."- Gerard whispered.

- "I know, just say it"

- "No"

- "Say it"- Mikey raised an eyebrow and kinda chuckled.

- "You were right. She's good,"- Gerard whispered, and his brother nodded.

- "God damn, I'm right!"

- "Ok, let's do this before I totally forget it..."- Joey said and smiled- "And who's gonna play the G note?"- the whole band stared at her, and she shrugged- "G note, not G spot, don't get scared"- Gerard chuckled, and he hated himself for it- "Come on pervs, let's do this!"

Somehow, Joey felt a little more in place between the guys, probably 'cos being a drummer, she was pretty used to hang out with men, from her teachers to classmates. She used to have girl bands growing up, but she found it easier working with guys professionally.

- "So, lunch?"- Ray asked and left his guitar aside. They had been jamming for over two hours.

- "Nice, I'm starving,"- Mikey did the same and turned to Joey- "Wanna come?"- she froze and looked at the whole band from behind the drums- "We are gonna go grab something to eat."

- "Yeah, then we can continue the practice,"- Gerard added and walked to the door. Joey kept in silence and looked at Mikey, smiling sweetly.

- "Ok... sure."

- "Great!"- Ray smiled- "Come on, are you a fan of Indian food? There's a fantastic place a few blocks from here!"

Frank sighed and walked outside to light a cigarette. He was sure Ray had a thing for Joey, and that upset him, most of all 'cos, just as Gerard had thought, Ray was a married man, and a happily married man, he shouldn't care about Joey that much. He was way into making her feel good. And that made Frank uncomfortable. And most of all, like a jerk for being mean to her in the first place.

- "Hey"- Joey appeared by his side all of a sudden and scared the shit out of him- "Sorry!"

- "I didn't know you were coming behind me."

- "Everybody had to pee. Apparently, they all have a small bladder,"- Frank grinned, lit a cigarette, and offered Joey one- "Thanks, I quit a few years ago."

- "Really? why?"

- "'Cos I stopped breathing... and found out I was asthmatic, which made total sense when I gave it a thought"- Frank nodded.

- "I shouldn't smoke either. My lungs are shit; I'm a bronchitis magnet."

- "I feel you"- Joey opened her backpack and took out her coconut butter hand cream. Frank looked at her and sort of smiled.

- "Do you want some? it's gonna be good to keep those tattoos from washing away"- Frank left the cigarette on his lips and grabbed the cream.

- "You are not even in the band yet, and you are making me use hand cream."

- "Tell you, what if I get the job I'll make sure I'll keep you moisturize every day,"- the young woman winked at him and saw the rest of the band walking towards them. She didn't notice Frank's face, who had turned purple after those words.

Matthew took a look at his clock as he walked outside the set. Joey should be back home by then, so he dialed her number and waited.

- "Hey, Akumu!"- he heard Joey's cheerful voice at the other side of the line and smiled.

- "Hey, Yami! How was it? Did you get the job? were those guys nice to you? are you ok?"

- "You are not gonna believe this, but we talked about it, and I have the feeling things are pretty much clear between us."

- "That's great, dorky! What are you doing now? are you back home?"

- "No, we came to grab something to eat, and then we'll continue rehearsing."

- "So you are still with the band then?"- Gubler was surprised, but happy things were working.

- "Yeah, and how's the reading going?"

- "Good, we've been at it the whole morning, now I'm about to eat something, and then I'll keep reading my lines."

- "Looking like a maniac pointing a fake gun made with your fingers?"

- "Just like any other day"- Matthew made a pause as he kept walking in circles, thinking about his girlfriend hanging somewhere with that band- "Hey, are those guys being nice to you?"

Joey looked back at the table where the band was eating and nodded, knowing her boyfriend couldn't see her.

- "Surprisingly, yes. They are all being very friendly. They apologize for being assholes yesterday."

- "Wow, really?"

- "Yeah, we had a weird deep talk in the morning. I think shit is cool now."

- "I'm glad, Yami."

- "Yeah, I've got the feeling they might actually give me the job."

- "That would be awesome."

- "I know! Anyway, Akumu, I have to go. I gotta do my best to be nice with these guys."

- "Please, don't be too nice. They don't really deserve it,"- Matthew joked, and Joey chuckled.

- "You are right, but mama needs to work."

- "But daddy can take care of you,"- Joey chuckled, making her best to process that information.

- "I love you so much, Gubler, but I can deal with this on my own."

- "I know you can."

- "Thank you."

- "I just wanna help."

- "Your support and love are all the help I need to make it."

- "So, what are we gonna do?"- Mikey asked his brother, and Gerard cleared his throat, looking at Joey talking on the phone on the other side of the diner.

- "I know you want her to stay, guessing Ray is dying to work with her,"- Gerard raised an eyebrow at his friend, and Frank nodded.

- "Yeah, you are way into that chick."

- "No way! I'm just trying to be nice 'cos you've been jerks."

- "Oh, come on!! you've got jizz all over your underwear!"- Frank's comment made Mikey laugh and almost choke with his lunch.

- "Dude, you went too far!"- Ray argued, disgusted- "And no, I don't have a crush on her, I just feel bad you made her so uncomfortable, and I'm trying to make it up for her."

The band looked at him in silence as Mikey kept coughing.

- "Dude, are you ok?"- Joey asked as she sat back at the table- "Do you want some water?"- and she reached out her glass to him, who took it and drank most of it.

- "Thanks"

- "What happened?"- the young woman asked, and Mikey smiled, breathing a little better.

- "We were talking about jizz"- Gerard covered his face with both hands as he heard his brother talking, and Joey laughed, nodding.

- "I'm so happy I was far away from you,"- Joey said and closed her eyes, pretending to be disgusted- "Anyway, Matthew says hi,"- she smiled at the band and continued eating.

- "Is he on set?"- Frank asked, staring at his food.

- "Table reading, tomorrow they start rehearsal and all those things I don't really remember 'cos I love him, but sometimes I don't follow all the steps into the shooting process."

They all smiled and nodded in silence for a moment. Gerard looked at Frank and lift his brows. Iero sighed and nodded.

- "So... do you wanna play with us for the next couple of months?"- Gerard just put out the question and stared directly into Joey's eyes. She looked at him surprised and didn't know what to say- "We have a very long tour, so we have to compromise to make it work."

- "I thought you hated me."

- "I don't hate you, none of us hates you... we just started with the wrong foot, but I think we can make it work,"- Gerard finished his words, nearly whispering. Joey's heart was racing. She couldn't believe she got the job, this was by far the best job Jo had ever have, and she couldn't wait to tell her parents. They were gonna be so proud.

- "I would love to play with you guys, thank you for the offering,"- Joey answered and grinned- "And again, I'm sorry for Tucker and all that shit."

- "Nah, forget it"- Ray quickly replied- "We know you are right for the band right now."

- "But if you are gonna be with us, we have to talk about the legal agreements"- Mikey said- "I hate that part, but we have to talk with our lawyers, do the paperwork."

- "Sure, not a problem."

- "And we are gonna need a tutorial to learn how to fucking spell your last name,"- Frank added and make everybody laugh. He looked at Joey smiling, and it felt like those few seconds were in slow motion, without any reason. Iero knew he was going to remember that particular moment for the rest of his life. He just didn't know why yet.

- "Yeah, what's the problem with your last name? when I called you yesterday, I had to practice it for a half-hour."

- "And you misspelled every single fucking letter in it, sorry"- she said to Ray and took a sip of her coke before she answered- "It's from Iceland, dad's from there. And my mom is from Colombia, which explains Maria Josefina ... I know, weirdest mix ever."

- "Wow, and what the fuck the last name thing?"- Frank asked and finished his food

- "Well, there your last name is defined by your father's name, so my dad's name is Sveinbjörn Sigmundsson"- the whole band stared at her with a blank look on their faces.

- "Sorry, what?"- Frank asked again

- "Sveinbjörn, it's a very common name."

- "Sure! sure it is!"- Iero laughed, and so did Joey.

- "Anyway, over there, your surname is your father's name and, in my case, the noun daughter, in Iceland, dottir, so my last name is Sveinbjörn, my dad's name, plus dottir, get it? Sveinbjörndottir, 'cos I am Sveinbjörn's daughter"- Gerard nodded and asked

- "And if you were a boy?"

- "I would be Sveinbjörnson... what's your dad's name?"

- "Donald"

- "In Iceland, you would be Gerard Donaldson"

- "Shit! my name would suck in Iceland!"- Frank grabbed his head and scratched it- "I would be Frank Frankson!"- and he burst out laughing

- "Dude! you are so lucky you are from Jersey!"- Ray said and turned to Joey- "So Maria Josefina is your mom's heritage and Sveinbjörndottir your father's."

- "Exactly, and that's why Joey is the best way to avoid people getting mistaken with my name."

- "Seems legit"- Gerard said and looked at everybody smiling. He turned to Joey and tried to study her face for a moment. Sure, her skin was paperwhite, and her eyes were slightly green, but she didn't look like the classic island chick you might imagine. Maybe there was too much Colombia on her.

- "What is it?"- she asked him when she found him staring at him.

- "Nothing"- he blushed and finished his coke- "I was just... trying to find any Icelandic feature on you"- she frowned immediately and didn't answer a word, obviously upset- "Sorry..."

Gerard drove back with Mikey. He wanted to avoid Ray being too nice at Joey, 'cos it still bothered him. And Mikey needed to talk about anything random with his brother to keep his mind busy.

- "Hey, maybe we should do something tonight"- Mikey asked his older brother.

- "Like what?"

- "I don't know... wanna go out? Maybe see some bands? Peter told me there are a few cool shows around this week."

- "Yeah, sure, let me ask Lynz if she wants to join us? what about Alicia?"- Mikey looked over the window and cleared his throat.

- "No, she told me she was meeting some friends tonight."

- "Everything ok?"

- "Yeah, it's all ok"- Mikey wasn't even making an effort to sound ok, but Gerard didn't notice- "So, thanks for what you did."

- "What did I do?"

- "You took an executive decision for the band"

- "I hope Frank doesn't kill me"

- "He won't"

- "And I stand by the fact Ray has a crush on her"

- "I don't think so"- Mikey's phone hummed, and he lazily read the text, "I'll stay with my parents tonight." Just what he needed, a confirmation of his lie. His wife was going to be nowhere to be seen that evening.

- "Hey, Lynz asked me to get something for dinner. Wanna grab something with us, and then we can go out?"

- "Sure."

Frank wouldn't stop talking. At some point during lunch, he just stopped trying to hate Joey. He ended up making joke after joke from the minute they got into the rented car until they reached the studio. He was so nice even Ray got worried. But then he thought Frank was probably overcompensating that girl for being such an ass before.

- "Ok so, Tucker ran naked from the studio, got into the car, and drove to get a burger wearing nothing but a cap?"- Joey nearly peed laughing at Frank's story.

- "Yeah!"- he reassured, laughing too- "And the studio was in this basement, and the family of our friend lived upstairs and completely saw him running around mooning everyone"- the drummer couldn't stop laughing, picturing her friend running naked all over.

- "Shitface never told me that story!!"

- "Oh, it's a good one!!!"- Frank chuckled and turned to look at Joey in the backseat- "So why were you touring with him?"

- "'Cos I had an awesome band, and we opened for Thursday for a few dates. I was still in college back then, and Tucker was like my older brother. He taught me a lot and saved me when I was drunk a couple of times, primarily for getting into fights."

Frank smiled and kept looking at Joey for a few seconds, and she cut him a big grin.

- "How come you don't have a band right now?"- Ray asked her and forced Frank to turn around and look at the road.

- "How says I don't?"

- "Do you?"- Joey laughed for a second.

- "No. My last band broke a few months ago, and I've been working on a few projects, but I haven't found people cool enough to share it with,"- Ray and Frank nodded in silence as they parked outside the studio.

- "Ok, kids. Back to work"- Ray said and opened the door. Joey did the same and smiled at Frank when he let her pass before him. She was sure he was extra nice to make up for being such an asshole with her before. And Frank was sure he had to stop being so nice at her 'cos he felt he was about to overstep the line, but he couldn't stop. It was like he stopped hating her to fully endorse a friendship with the girl one minute to the other

- "Get your fucking shit together, Frank."

Around five-thirty, Joey got into her car and sighed. She was exhausted and yet so fucking excited she felt she could run back to her place yelling. She had to wait until she was somewhere safe though, the band could walk out of the studio any minute, and it would be too embarrassing. Embarrassed herself in front of the band's first day working with them was something she wanted to avoid. It was too soon to show her real colors. No need to let them know she was a dork just yet. They had a whole tour to find out.

As she drove back home, she thought of everything that had happened that year. It surely didn't have a great start. Moving to Los Angeles to try to give it a go in music had been hard, really hard. If it hadn't been for her parent's support, she wouldn't have survived. But then she met Matthew, and it felt he could make everything better like magic. On top of that, she now had a real job playing with a huge band. That was a huge reason to celebrate.

- "So, what do you guys think?"- Gerard looked at the band and raised both eyebrows- "Is this shit gonna work?"

- "I don't see why not"- Mikey simply answered and grabbed his phone. Zero news from his wife. Not surprised either- Rehearsal was pretty well

- "No, I mean touring with a girl."

- "Oh, knock it, I thought we had passed that stupid problem,"- the youngest Way looked at brother pretty pissed- "Just grow up!"

- "Aren't you a little too sensitive?"- Gerard frowned and sat back on the couch.

- "No, I'm just tired. I don't wanna hear any more shit about how weird it will be touring with a girl or if Ray has a crush on her."

- "He totally does"- Frank quickly said, chuckling, though he felt slightly out of place saying that considering now he was extra nice with her too, and he didn't have a crush on her.

- "Very mature,"- Ray didn't pay attention to those words and looked at the band- "What we should be doing is preparing the setlist for the tour."

- "Is Brian coming tomorrow?"- Iero asked, walking around looking kind of bored.

- "Yeah, he said so, at ten, I think, to see the venues, schedules, crew. The usual,"- Ray answered and kept typing on his computer- "So, setlist?"- Frank's phone rang, and he walked away immediately.

- "Does anyone remember the name of the movie we watched the other day at my house?"- Gerard asked, looking at the ceiling.

- "The setlist"- Ray repeated.

- "No, it was the Hayao Miyazaki about the little girl."

- "Spirited away"- Ray quickly answered- "Now please! the setlist"

- "Do you think she was tripping?"- Ray looked at Gerard, annoyed, and closed the laptop- "What?"

- "I'm trying to work here, and you are not even listening!"

- "No one is. Why are you blaming me?"

- "Because you are not helping!!"

- "Wanna do the setlist, let's do the fucking setlist"- Gerard grabbed a notebook and a pen and started writing down the name of the songs- "There! A fucking setlist!"

- "What the fuck is your problem?"

- "I have no problem!!"- Gerard kind of shouted.

- "Can you guys please stop yelling?"- Frank asked, annoyed as he turned around, covering the cellphone and giving his bandmate a severe look.

- "Sorry"- Gerard whispered and look down at the sheet of paper.

- "What is going on there?"- Jamia asked her husband.

- "Shit has been kind of tense these last couple of days."

- "Why? preparing the tour?"

- "Yeah"

- "Did you guys find a new drummer?"- Frank sighed and walked outside to smoke a cigarette.

- "Yeah, we signed one today"

- "Great! What's his name?"

- "Joey, with an unpronounceable last name,"- Iero closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he added- "And it's her name... we booked a girl for the tour"- Jamia stayed quiet, processing the information- "She is friends with Tucker, he recommended her, and she is the best drummer we had."

- "Is she nice?"

- "Yeah, and her boyfriend is very nice too,"- Frank knew he had to add the boyfriend factor into the conversation quickly- "She is dating the nerd guy from Criminal Minds."

- "Really? he is hot"

- "I guess... anyway, we've been dealing with the drummer issue most of today, so shit is kind of sensitive."

- "Why? Someone didn't want to work with her?"

- "Well... I didn't"- Frank murmured

- "Why not?"

- "'Cos... I don't know. We've never included a girl in this band."

- "Maybe it's an excellent chance to do something different."

- "Wait, you are not upset we are touring with a girl?"- Frank frowned, not getting his wife's attitude.

- "Why should I?"

- "I don't know? 'cos bitches be crazy?"

- "Franklin Anthony Iero! you take that back!"

- Why are you middle naming me for?"

- "That was sexist!"

- "Sorry, I just thought you were going to be against this whole idea"

- "I think it's cool"

- "Really?"- Frank was in shock- "You are not going to freak out?"

- "No, I'm not going to freak out."

- "Thank you"

- "Besides, she has a really hot boyfriend. Do you think she can introduce him?"

- "Jamia Iero!!"

- "What? It's not like I'm gonna cheat on you. I just wanna stare at him... I bet he is tall"

- "Ok... that's weird for someone who has been a little too sensitive over fans lately,"- Frank joked, but that might have been just a huge mistake.

- "What are you saying? That I'm a psycho about girls around you?"

- "No, no, no honey, it was just a joke"

- "An awful joke"

- "I'm sorry"- Frank took a long drag of his cigarette and sighed- "How are the babies?"

- "Sleeping... I was gonna eat dinner and go to bed too 'cos I'm too fucking tired."

- "You should. Is your mom staying at home with you tonight?"

- "No, Evan is here today. He did some grocery shopping and cooked dinner"

- "He is awesome"

- "Yeah, he is on diaper duty until one, so I better get some rest"

- "Go, honey, talk to you tomorrow, ok?"

- "What are you gonna do tonight?"

- "Drive back to the hotel and play videogames with Ray"

- "Exciting"- Frank chuckled at his wife's words and stubbed out his cigarette.

- "Love you, honey"

- "Love you too"

Jamia was full of it. She hated the idea of Frank touring with a girl, but she knew making a tantrum was worse. They had had too many arguments about female fans already. The last thing she needed was to start a new one. But how was she going to deal with this new drummer? She seemed to be a major threat.

Joey walked into her apartment and jumped around in hyperventilation. She had tried her best to control her emotions all the way back home, but after she closed the door behind her back, there was no way she could stop her excitement.

- "I can't fucking believe this!!"- she yelled and jumped around the place until she finally laid on her bed and hugged a pillow. For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel like a loser. And for the first time ever, she could call her dad and make him proud, giving him the news of her new job.

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hallelujah-lockandload · 3 years ago

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Spin the Bottle

Another Ray x Reader! i think i kept the reader pretty neutral if not a little feminine but mostly neutral.

Uhh rated T? making out

There was some party happening tonight, which doesn’t surprise me at all, and the boys begged me to join them. The party is no surprise because the boys just dropped their second album a few months back and between the concerts and interviews, they get invited to parties left and right. This one, I was told, is going to be a lot smaller. More intimate aka probably like back in the basement days where it's just the boys and a few other people. But you can never be sure so I’m going to dress hot anyway, maybe try and get my crush's attention but also fail and get other people's attention. It will be fine.

I got dressed in a dark red glittery tank shirt that showed off my chest nicely and paired it with some black skinny jeans and vans. I look nice but practical because I have a feeling that I could get thrown up on if Bert is there and I don’t want my nice shoes getting vomited on. No one wants that. Besides looking hot and trying to get my crush’s attention, I should probably make sure my boys don’t get too drunk either. Gerard has been having problems lately, and Mikey but Gerard’s just a bit worse. Frank is Frank and he does what he always does but knows when to stop. And Ray…. Well Ray’s a really good guy but he knows how to have fun. Plus if he’s drunk tonight then I might get the balls to confess to him or try and hit on him. I’m not really sure which is more likely, but if I get tipsy I know I’ll probably try to do something.

I grab a ride to the house party with Frank, who makes sure to compliment me on my top. I roll my eyes but tell him thanks and that he looks like he’s ready to get laid. Frank just laughs because at this point he's only really horny for one lady but they aren’t together yet. Which essentially means free reign of making out with people till she says yes, or he ya know actually asks her out seriously.

Reaching the house Frank immediately ditches me in favor of looking for his future wife as he likes to call her. I of course decide to grab a drink to get the night started and try to find people I know. After an adventure to the kitchen to obtain some alcohol, I wander around the main floor of the house for a while looking for anyone I know. I spot Gerard but he literally has his tongue down Berts throat so I elect to pretend that I did not see that and walk outside to clear my head and check out the fancy pool.

Soon as I’m done with my first drink I grab another and head back inside to look for Ray. Am I feeling confident to try anything yet? No. Am I going to end up cuddling into him being tipsy like usual? Probably. I tossed back the rest of my drink and headed down stairs so see the basement. It reminds me of Gerards just nicer.

“Hey y/n! Come play spin the bottle with us!” Frank yelled at me from one of the chairs by the couch.

Walking over I saw that Mikey and Ray sat at the couch and some girls were sitting near them or on the floor, and some boys that I didn’t recognize either. “Why?” I asked as I stood next to Frank.

“Cause it's just kissing? I don’t know, just come on. Spin like one time and then you can go back to mingling or whatever the fuck you were doing before,”Frank sassed.

I rolled my eyes, “Fine but if I don’t like who it lands on I’m not kissing them.” I gave Frank a sarcastic look meaning I’m not kissing him for shit.

“Okay okay, just spin.”

I reached down to the empty beer bottle on the table and spun it hard. We all watched as it went round and round and began to slow down. As the bottle came slowly spinning to an end it landed on Mikey. Before I could even say anything Mikey reached out and turned it so it was facing Ray.

“Mikey!” I whined pretending to be hurt.

“You weren’t going to kiss me anyway,” Mikey said leaning back against the couch. His face telling everyone he was impressed with his own quick thinking.

I looked to Ray and he seemed as shocked as I was by Mikey’s move, his cheeks red with embarrassment like mine. Welp. I’m tipsy enough to know this is a bad idea but also tipsy enough to know without the alcohol I will never make a move on Ray. I sigh through my nose and make my way over to Ray on the couch.

“Y/n, you don’t actually have to,” Ray started as I approached him.

I put a finger up signalling his silence and took a seat sideways in his lap. This causes Frank to wolf whistle at me, but I elect to ignore it in favor of finally kissing Ray for once. I turn my body slightly to face him better and reach up with a hand to hold his face. It’s now or never. I tilt my head up and press my lips against his. I can hear a few whistles and woots behind us but I try to only focus on Ray in front of me. His lips are warm against mine and his hand is warm on my thigh. I pull away after a second, spin the bottle is just for one kiss after all, and stay there centimeters away from his lips with my eyes closed. Savouring the feeling of Ray against me.

Then Ray presses his lips against mine, pushing against me and wrapping his other arm around my waist. One of my hands grips into his shirt while my other hand slides up his face and into his wavy hair. It’s a needy kiss, with tight gripes and presses and force. The need for air causes me to pull back from him, hollering and whistles erupt behind and next to us. I look into Ray’s eyes, there was embarrassment at the yelling but also passion. Maybe he feels the same way.

I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Meet me upstairs.” Before pulling out of his embrace. “Well that was fun,” I said to the group. “Enjoy your game.” I walked away heading towards the hallway to sneak up the stairs without the boys noticing.

I lean against the wall next to the stairs out of sight so no one would question why I was up here. I look down realizing I just kissed Ray and then asked to meet him in private. God that sounds like such a booty call and not just a ‘hey can we talk’. Ughhhhh. I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes willing the blush and embarrassment to go away. I stay like that for a while, wondering if Ray is even going to come up when I hear someone clear their throat. I open my eyes and turn my head to the sound to see Ray standing a few steps down from the top looking at me.

“Uh, hey.” I say quietly.

“Hey.” Ray walks up the last few steps before stopping in front of me.

The tension is thick and it's unclear who moved first but our lips are pressed together feverishly with grabby hands pulling the other closer. My back is pressed roughly against the wall as he kisses down my neck and back to my lips. My hands tangle in his hair and shirt pulling him as close to me as physically possible and it still isn’t close enough. His hands are at my waist pulling me to him while he bites my lip. I tighten my grip in his hair as I lean forward smashing my lips back against his. I don’t even bother stopping the small moan coming from my throat as Ray grabs my ass with one hand and tightens his grip on my hip with the other, pulling my waist against his hips. It’s easy to tell Ray’s as turned on as I am. I lean forward into him making him take a step back, letting me free off the wall. Ray’s hand leaves my ass for a moment before I hear a door opening next to me and Ray’s coming back to rest on my other hip.

Ray pulls away for a moment to pull me with him into some random bedroom before pushing the door closed and pinning me against it with his hands and his hips. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him down to me, our lips crashing together. It was a bit clumsy with teeth slightly clinking from the urgency of getting our lips back together. It felt like I was drowning in his kiss but that I needed it to live. Ray’s hands slide under my shirt but stay at my hips for a moment, as if waiting for me to tell him to stop, before sliding up to my waist. My skin tingles at the touch and I can’t help but press forward into him. I slide my hands up his shirt and over his pecs before sliding them into his hair. Ray slides a hand across the small of my back bringing me slightly off the wall and arching into him. My hand tightens in his hair which makes him moan lowly as we deepen the kiss.

I pull away, “Wait, wait. I need to say something first.” I can feel my cheeks are set aflame not just from what I’m about to say.

“Oh, uh okay.” He nods, taking his hands out from under my shirt and resting them on my hips.

“I like you. Like. Like like you.”

“I like you too.”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah really. Please go out with me. I think I would die if this was just a hook up.” He chuckled awkwardly at the end, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, while the other stayed at my waist.

“Yes. God yes. I want to go out with you.” I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for another kiss.

Ray pulled away for a moment. “Good.” He smiled and leaned back down kissing me, pressing me back against the door.

#Ray #ray toro #ray toro x reader #mcr fanfiction #my chemical romance #mcr

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gerardswetgaydreams · 3 years ago

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Doctor/nurses Mcr x patient reader

Konnichiwa creatures, Y'all don't have to take this oneshot seriously this is just a joke and it's randomly made. Plus, this fanfic also makes no sense because it's based on a moment when I played a roblox hospital roleplay game. Enjoy.

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You have a crush on someone, but they like someone else. And it broked your heart and made you sad. 2 days later, you ran to the bathroom and vomit a lot of blood and flowers. You have the hanahaki disease. It was a huge emergency for you, so you called 911 and they took you to the hospital right away.

There you were, lying in a wheel bed wearing a face mask. A doctor with black hair was pushing you to a surgery room. As you got there, he carries you to the bed and attaches the IV and heart monitor to you. "Name?" He asked. "Y...Y/n..." You coughed blood. He quickly removed your face mask and replaced it with another.

"Oh shit... bad news... If you talk, you start coughing blood so when you're having a conversation with someone right now, you have a sheet of paper and a pencil." He said, pointing at a table with a paper and pencil, close and next to you. "Ok y/n, I'm doctor Frank. Nice ta meet ya." He greeted, waving. You waved back.

"Hey, I have another bad news for you sadly..." He stated with a sad sigh. "Since you have the Hanahaki disease, death is possible for you. So you have to take surgery to survive..." A teat left your eye after hearing that. You were extremely scared, surgery was your biggest fear out of everything. "But before we start your surgery, there will be nurses that will do stuff to you before that." He finished.

Minutes later, a nurse with brown hair and glasses arrived and he's also wearing a face mask. "Hey y/n, I'm nurse Mikey. If you have something to say to me, feel free to write on that sheet of paper." He said. You nodded. "So as you see, I'm holding 3 red pills. They will help you fall asleep for a very long time, 10 hours." He said. Before you even think, he just stuff the three pills into your mouth and then you fell asleep.

Later, two surgeons, one who's really hot and has red hair and one who has poofy dark hair arrived. They have the tools for the surgery. One of them locked the door behind them and closed the lights. One of them turned on the light in your spot. Mikey and Frank were sitting on the chairs next to you, they are going to watch while Gerard and Ray do your surgery. And yes. Duh, they cut you up.

In the middle of the surgery, it was too late. All 4 of them were interrupted when your heart monitor flatten. You officially passed away. "THEY'RE DEAD!" Frank cried with sorrow in his tone. Gerard ripped the IV that was attached to you off and threw you out the building now that your dead. Instead of your body just lying there and bleeding, it just rot immediately and stopped existing.

-the next day..-

A women named Kayla randomly got pregnant. She went to the hospital immediately and told doctor Frank that she was pregnant. He took her to a room so she can push the baby. Mikey, Gerard, and Ray entered the room to help out except Gerard and Ray aren't doing surgery ofc. As Kayla pushed out, it was you. You were reborn. "Guys.. I think somethings off.. That baby looks like the one with the Hanahaki disease yestersay..." Ray said. All 4 of them took a close look and saw that it was actually you. You were alive again, but as a baby who was born in a random person. "IT'S Y/N!!" Mikey yelled, panicking.

Gerard lost his shit and went crazy. He pulled out a large knife to kill you. "THE BABY MUST DIE!!!!!!!!" He screamed. He ran to you, about about stab you but the 3 of them held back at him, trying not to let him go. "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE, BROTHER!?" Mikey growled. "LET ME GO AND LET ME KILL THEM!! THEY NEED TO DIE!!" Gerard growled back, but the 3 didn't listen and just kept holding him tight.

Ray dragged Gerard out of the room and locked the door before Gerard attempts to get in. Gerard was angrily banging at the door, screaming at them to open it up. "Miss, we're sorry but your baby has to grow up. Right now." Frank told Kayla. "W-what!?" Mikey entered the room with a bag of food. He places them on a table and picks the food up. He ran to you and stuff the food to your mouth. "EAT!! COME ON, EAT!!!" He yelled. You munched on the food but nothing was working. You are still a baby.

"NOTHING IS WORKING!" Ray cried. "WTF IS HAPPENING TO MY CHILD!?" Kayla worried. Gerard's insanity exposed. He laughed and finally smashed the door open. The 4 of them eyed him, shocked and scared. Gerard laughed insanely and pulled out his knife and ran to you. And he stabbed you to death. The end. You are no more.

What a lovely story ^^

#mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way #frank iero #mikey way #ray toro #patient #doctor #hospital #my chem #reader #cute #joke fanfic

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rpf-bat · 4 years ago

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Tell Me I’m An Angel

Pairing: Ray Toro x Reader

Genre: Drama

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 6. Prompt: “Not An Angel.”

Ray is your bandmate, and one of your best friends. In your opinion, he’s an absolute angel. But, after your boyfriend does you wrong, Ray shows you a side of himself, that you never saw coming.

You had just played another sold out show, and now you and your bandmates were outside the venue, busy signing autographs for your fans. A nervous looking teenage girl approached you, holding what looked to be a handmade plush toy in her hands.

“Look, Ray, it’s you!” you pointed out, chuckling.

“Whoa, you made a doll version of me?” Ray realized, taking the knit figurine from the excited fan. “That’s so cool! Thank you!”

Kids gave you art all the time, but you never stopped being impressed by the creativity of your fanbase.

“I’m so glad you like it!” the fangirl squeaked. “I worked really hard on it!”

“It looks just like him,” you complimented. The girl beamed, delighted that her favorite drummer had praised her.

“Why do I have wings, though?” Ray asked, pointing at the doll’s back.

“It’s because you’re an angel,” the girl explained.

“Me? An angel?” Ray repeated, blushing. “Come on….there’s no way!”

“It’s true,” you grinned. “You really are pretty angelic.”

You’d known Ray for a long time - even before Gerard formed the band. He was one of your best friends, and he had the biggest heart, of anyone you knew. He seldom swore, and never raised his voice, even when the guys were getting on his nerves. You really didn’t know anybody sweeter.

“You guys are too much,” Ray mumbled, flattered. “Did you want a picture?”

“Yes! Please!” the doll maker said excitedly. You and Ray posed with her, and the camera clicked. Then, you sent her on down the line, to get pictures and autographs from Frank, and the Way brothers. Another fan - this time, a college-aged guy - approached you.

“Hey. Y/N, will you sign my CD?” the fanboy asked.

“Sure!” you nodded, grabbing a pen. “Anything special you want me to write on there?”

“How about your number?” the guy flirted.

“Sorry,” you laughed, “I can’t! I have a boyfriend back home!”

Tomorrow, you’d be playing a show in East Rutherford, New Jersey - just fifteen minutes from your hometown in Belleville. You’d finally be able to see your boyfriend, Jesse, for the first time, since the tour started. You’d been on the road for three months now. You couldn’t wait to visit Jesse, and give him a hug and a kiss. You’d missed him so much.

“Aw,” the fan shrugged, “your boyfriend is a lucky man.”

“Isn’t he?” Ray agreed, surprising you.

You were so caught up, in your daydreams of seeing Jesse again, that you didn’t notice the hint of sadness, in the guitarist’s eyes.

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The next morning, you parked your car in front of Jesse’s house, giddy to surprise him with your return. It was so good to be home again. You had so many stories to tell him, about how the Black Parade World Tour, was going so far. You wanted to know how he had been doing, since you last saw each other, too. Had he missed you, as much as you missed him?

I’m gonna give him the BIGGEST hug, as soon as I walk in, you thought happily, bouncing up the steps to his front door. You pulled the spare key that he had entrusted you with, from your pocket. But, nothing could have prepared you, for the sight that met your eyes, as soon as you walked through the door.

Jesse was half-naked on the couch….and he was straddling some random, blonde woman! He was kissing her, with a disgusting passion.

“What the hell?!” you gasped.

“Y/N?!” Jesse’s head snapped up, as he dragged his lips away from the mystery girl. “Fuck!”

“Who the hell is Y/N?” said the blonde, climbing off the couch.

“I’m his girlfriend, you whore!” you screamed, feeling horrified and betrayed. “Jesse, how could you?!”

“His what?” the blonde girl gasped. “Jesse, you said you were single!”

Hot tears stung your cheeks, as you stared at the man, you thought was your soulmate. “I can’t believe that you would cheat on me…..you said you wanted to marry me, Jesse!” Had it all been a lie?

“Lady, I’m sorry,” the woman stammered, buttoning her blouse. “I swear to ya, I would never have banged him, if I knew he had a woman….”

So they’re definitely having sex, you realized. How long had been this going on? Had it started, even before you went on tour?

“I’m outta here,” the blonde decided, heading for the door.

“Andrea, wait!” Jesse cried, getting up to go after her.

“Are you kidding me?!” you gasped, grabbing him by the arm. “You’re going to fight for your stupid side piece, and not me?”

“Y/N, I’m really sorry,” Jesse sighed. “I didn’t mean to sleep with Andrea...It just sort of happened. I still love you, though…”

“Bullshit!” you cried. “If you loved me, you would have been faithful to me, you scumbag!”

“I still want to be with you,” Jesse insisted. “I can stop seeing her, now that you’re home. She’s nothing. You’re the one who’s really special to me.”

“You’re a fucking liar,” you cried, barely able to see him, through your tears. “If you do this to me, while I’m on tour, then what we had was never special to you at all. You and I are done.”

You stormed out of his house, slamming the door behind you. You felt as if you’d left your shredded heart on his floor.

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You were driving down the road at ninety miles an hour, desperate to put some distance between you, and what you’d just seen. The image of him, on top of that girl, was burned into your retinas. It made you want to tear out your eyes. Not knowing what else to do, you picked up the phone, and called your best friend.

“Hi, Y/N,” Ray answered the phone immediately. “What’s up? Are you okay?”

“No!” you cried. “I’m not!”

“What’s wrong?” Ray asked softly. “I thought you were going to spend the day with Jesse, until it was time for soundcheck?”

“Jesse’s two-timing me!” you confessed, your heart breaking over again as you said the words. “I just caught him in bed with some other girl!”

“Oh my god!” Ray gasped. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I’m serious!” you sobbed. “I seriously wanna drive off a fucking cliff, after what I just saw!”

“Don’t say stuff like that!” Ray said, sounding concerned. “Where are you? Do you need me to come over there?”

“No,” you sniffled. “I’m gonna pull over, and collect myself, before I do something stupid.” You could barely see the road, through your tears. “Once I calm down, I think I’m just gonna drive to the house. I want to be alone for a little while.”

“Are you sure?” Ray asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, wiping your eyes on your sleeve. “You’re with your family right now, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I’m hanging out with my brother, and my abuela today,” Ray admitted. “But, if you want me to come over, I can…”

“No,” you interrupted. “Your abuela hasn’t seen you since February. I’m not going to make you ditch her, and come help me, deal with my problems.”

“I would, if you really needed me to,” Ray said seriously. “I can’t imagine what you must be going through right now…Jesse’s a bastard, for doing this to you…”

“It’s okay,” you sniffed. “I mean, the show must go on, right?”

“Can you really play a show, in this state?” Ray questioned. “If you want, I can call the venue, and ask them about postponing the gig.”

“No, Ray,” you shook your head. “We can’t cancel a gig, the day of. I won’t do that to the fans. I just have to find a way to deal with it. I’ll see you at the venue.”

“If you say so,” Ray sighed. You disconnected the call, and prayed that your hands would stop shaking, long enough to let you hold your drumsticks.

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Hours later, you’d dried your tears, and put on a fresh coat of eyeliner, to replace what had streamed down your face. Your heart still felt stomped on, but you were ready to rehearse. You hoped that practicing for the performance, would take your mind off of Jesse’s infidelity.

“Hey,” Ray said, putting a hand on your shoulder, as you walked into the venue’s dressing room. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay tonight, Y/N?”

You pulled him into a hug, desperate for his reassurance. He held you close, and rubbed your back gently, trying his best to comfort you.

“I gotta be okay,” you shrugged. “You guys are depending on me, to keep the beat. If I can’t drum like I’m supposed to, it’s gonna throw everybody else’s timing off, and the set will be ruined.”

“I’m not worried about the set,” Ray shook his head, pulling away from you, so he could look you in the eye. “I’m worried about you, Y/N. Not as my drummer, but as my friend.”

“...You’ll be my side, right?” you said, your voice wavering. “If I start to lose it, I can just look across the stage, at you.”

“Of course I’ll be right there,” Ray promised you.

“As long as you’re with me,” you assured him, “I can get through the night.”

“Okay,” Ray nodded. “I know it’ll be hard, but you can do it. Have you got your show clothes?”

“Fuck,” you realized. “I left them in the car.”

“It’s okay,” Ray replied. “You still have plenty of time to go grab them, and get changed. The others aren’t even here yet. It’s not like we can start rehearsal without them.”

“True,” you agreed. “Alright, I’ll be right back.”

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You grabbed the garment bag from your backseat, cursing yourself, for being so distracted.

I really am gonna screw up the show tonight, if I’m not careful, you thought miserably. Your heart still ached. Why wasn’t I good enough for him?

You told yourself to stop thinking about it, and walked with the bag, back into the venue. You were about to turn the corner, and walk back into the dressing room, when you heard the sound of raised voices. You stopped to listen.

“Jesse?” Ray gasped. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”

Your stomach dropped. He was here? Now?

“Last week, Y/N sent me a ticket to the show, and a backstage pass,” Jesse explained. “So, security let me right on through.”

“Yeah, she gave that to you, before she knew you were a cheater!” Ray snapped. “Get out of here - you’re no longer welcome.”

“No,” you heard Jesse refuse. “I want to see her. She didn’t let me explain what happened…”

“There’s no explaining what you did,” Ray said coldly. “I can’t believe that you would sleep with some other girl, while she was away on tour.”

“You guys were gone, for three months,” Jesse reminded him. “A man gets lonely.”

“A real man, would stay true to his girl!” Ray argued. “Y/N is such a beautiful, kind woman….if you had her, I just don’t understand how you could possibly want anyone else.”

You blushed. Did he really think that highly of you?

“She’s been on a tour bus, with four big ,strong men, this whole time,” Jesse accused. “I wouldn’t be surprised, if her loneliness got the best of her, too.”

“She wouldn’t do that to you,” Ray defended you. “You should know her better than that. She never laid a finger on me, or anybody else.”

“That’s because I got a bigger cock, than any of you nerds,” Jesse smirked. “No matter how many other girls I fuck, Y/N is gonna come crawling back to me, at the end of the day, because I….”

His cocky words, were cut off by a loud crashing sound. You ran into the room, wondering what it was you'd just heard.

You found Jesse on the floor, blood dripping from his nose. Ray was standing over him, with a raised fist, and an expression like nothing you’d ever seen before, on his face.

“Oh my god,” you gasped. “Ray, did you punch him?!”

“I told you, Y/N,” Ray said quietly. “I’m not the angel that you think I am.”

Jesse stood up, spitting blood from his mouth. “I’m gonna beat the shit out of you for that, Toro!”

“No!” you cried, jumping between him and Ray. “You leave him alone!”

“Get out of my way, Y/N,” Jesse commanded. “Your friend sucker punched me - I need to pay him back, by breaking his jaw.”

“Don’t touch him,” you growled, staring him down. “You get out of here, right now, or I’m calling the police.”

“Fine,” Jesse spat. “You’re not worth it, anyway.”

You watched him walk out the door, knowing that you would never see him again.

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You and Ray were now alone in the dressing room. You stared at him, still scarcely believing what you’d seen. He was the tallest, and physically strongest, member of My Chemical Romance. But, you’d never expected him to throw a punch at anyone.

“I’m sorry that you saw that side of me,” Ray apologized. “You know that I’m normally not a violent person.”

“Of course not,” you shook your head. “Ray, you’re one of the most peaceful people I know.”

“I just couldn’t stand it,” Ray explained. “He had hurt you so much, and he didn’t even look sorry! I couldn’t let him get away, with hurting somebody I love.”

“Love?” you repeated. “I mean, I know you love all your bandmates, like they’re your siblings, but…”

“No,” Ray sighed. “Gee, Frank, and Mikey...they’re my brothers, but the way that I feel about you, is different.”

“Different how?” you asked.

“Y/N, I love you,” Ray confessed. “The way you loved Jesse….the way he was supposed to love you.”

“.....Oh,” you gasped, not knowing what to say.

“I’ve loved you, for so long,” Ray went on. “But….you were with Jesse, and you seemed happy with him. I’m not the type of guy who would ever steal someone else’s girlfriend.”

He’d been burying his feelings for you, all this time, you realized. That must have hurt him….

“I’m sorry for telling you this now,” Ray said, shame-faced. “You’re already trying to process, everything that just happened with him, and now I’ve dumped my stupid feelings on you, too. It’s okay, if you can’t love me, in the same way, that I love you. As long as you’re still my friend, I’ll be happy.”

“But….what if I do love you, in the same way?” you asked softly, cupping his cheek, in your hand.

His eyes widened in confusion. “Y/N…..you just ended your last relationship, like, eight hours ago. There’s no way that you’re ready to jump into another one.”

“I should have been with you, all along,” you whispered. “Ray…..you’ve always been so good to me. You were always by my side, through thick and thin. You would never, ever hurt me the way Jesse did.”

“Of course I wouldn’t,” Ray said, his brown eyes staring into yours. Why had you never noticed how gorgeous they were?

“But,” Ray hesitated, “I don’t want to be just some rebound to you.”

“No,” you insisted. “Ray, you’re so much more than that. You’re the one who always had my back, even when nobody else did. You’re kind, and loyal, and selfless. And….I never let myself think about it, because I was taken. But, god, you’re so handsome. You’re the only man, who truly deserves me. You’re the one that I want.”

You pulled him into a kiss. He hesitated at first, as if unsure this was real. But then, realizing it was true, and not a dream, he wrapped his arms around you, and held you tight. He tasted like coffee and churros. His lips felt incredible against your own.

“.....Whoa!” a voice interrupted. You pulled back, embarrassed, as Gerard and Mikey walked into the room.

“I was gonna say, that I’m sorry we’re late,” Gerard blinked, “but, what the hell, did I just walk in on?”

“Y/N, are you cheating on Jesse?” Mikey gasped.

“No,” you shook your head. “Jesse was cheating on me. It’s a long story, but….he and I broke up. Ray and I are dating now.”

“A-Are we?” Ray stammered, an edge of hope in his voice.

“We are,” you confirmed, and sealed the commitment, with another brazen kiss. You didn’t care who saw it - it would be far from the last.

#ray toro x reader #ray toro imagine #band member reader #gothtober #fuck...I just barely got this done before midnight #I'm sleep deprived and hopped up on Red Bull so I have no idea if it turned out well or not

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yourcoffindoor · 4 years ago

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Bulletproof Heart Pt. 3

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

AN: Without further ado, here’s part 3! Sorry if there’s any typos that I missed, I kind of speed edited this one. I have one more part planned for this series, so the end is coming up soon. Hope you enjoy!!

From city to city, crowd to crowd, the tour continued on, and you went on with the show, your unwelcome encounter with Alex only making you more tenacious, more determined to outperform every band there.

You put on an unaffected front, making it seem as if you couldn't care less that he was playing Warped tour as well. Gavin was the only band member who knew about your history, and he fluttered about you like a mother hen ready to offer comfort or homicide at the drop of a hat. He would regularly attempt to gauge your feelings, but it only served to make you withdraw deeper into yourself, denying that could ever be shaken by his presence.

But the truth was you were shaken. You were scared. Scared that you would one day see that face smirking at you from a crowd and freeze, unable to ignore a presence so heavy and halting like a storm cloud threatening a downpour.

And then there was Gerard. You hadn't seen him since your first show, but your thoughts turned toward him again and again. What must he have thought that day, when Alex forced his way between you? When you stormed off alone? If he had tried to come and speak to you since that day, you hadn't heard anything. Did he think that there was still something left between you and Alex?

It was that thought that caused the most pain every time it crossed your mind, and you hated yourself for it. At night when you were alone your thoughts went around and around in the same infuriating cycle, from not caring what anyone had to think about you, to anxiously wondering if Gerard had someone else he was sharing that crooked smile with. You never let the words cross your mind or leave your lips, but your heart beat constantly with the hopeful thought: Please don't think that I could have feelings for anyone else.

Meanwhile, the Parties never ended--in fact they seemed to grow in boisterousness, picking up attendees like a tornado gathering wind. Your band mates went every now and again to socialize, but They held no value for you. Primarily because the chance of running into Alex was far too high-- You knew he would never miss an opportunity to get shit faced, and he would probably be skulking around in hopes of seeing you there, ready to latch on and torment you further. But beyond that, the chance of running into Gerard was likely to be less than zero.

That didn't stop your band mates from encouraging you to loosen up, hoping to pop the contemplative bubble that you'd encased yourself in for weeks.

"I'm gonna head out. What are you up to tonight? You should take a break from everything." Gavin suggested before heading out one night, despite knowing full well you'd die before you'd agree.

"I'll find something to keep me busy."

"I'd tell you to come with, but I know a certain someone you're crushing on won't be there."

"Oh really?" You flipped through a book on the table in front of you, playing dumb and failing miserably at it. "I do not know to whom you are referring."

"Yeah poor guy. Frank told me that there's too much pressure to drink here, so he's always in the bus alone. Bored. Desperate for human contact."

You gave Gavin the side-eye. "Alright alright, we get it."

He laughed. "Their bus is five down on the left. Y'know, if you feel like it. Thank me later." He said, darting out the door before anything could be thrown at him.

You rolled your eyes and flipped through the book, trying to read and forget the information that was just dropped in your lap. You remembered when you and Gerard had last spoke, how shy he looked when he attempted to invite you over before being cut off by Alex's sudden arrival.

Maybe a quick stop wouldn't hurt, you thought to yourself. He was in the middle of asking me to anyway...

Before you knew it you were on your feet, flinging on a jacket and taking a step outside. It would be the nice thing to do after all, since he can't leave the bus...

It took a bit of searching, but you finally found a bus with My Chemical Romance painted on its side in large black letters. Your heart did its familiar flutter as you walked up to the door, raising your hand and giving a rapid succession of knocks.

You heard a slight shuffle from inside, and after a few moments Gerard answered, his face changing from one of confusion to a soft smile as he shook the hair from out of his eyes.

"I hope this isn't a bad time," you said sheepishly, "I was told I could find some good comics here."

He flicked his spent cigarette to the ground, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth. "Is there ever a bad time for comics? Come on in."

You followed him inside, and he stopped suddenly. "Aw shit." he muttered.

"What is it?" you asked, concerned.

"I just realized we're fucking slobs."

He wasn't wrong, you observed with a laugh. The interior of the bus was divided into piles of organized chaos; clothes tossed into piles on the floor and empty chairs, makeup left open and scattered amongst soda cans by every available counter space. A few stray guitars sat soundless, happily resting until their next performance.

Gerard was obviously a bit embarrassed by the state of the place, as evidenced by the faint red blush that clouded over his nose and cheeks.

"Yeah, so its not exactly Buckingham Palace in here..." he joked, one hand anxiously running through his dark hair. His bashfulness only endeared him to you further.

"Well my bus actually IS Buckingham Palace, and it looks just about the same so don't feel too bad."

"Perfect. Anything to make you feel more at home." He mused, relocating some crumpled clothes from a small sofa nearby. "Have a seat, your majesty."

"I haven't seen you around in awhile." You noted as he hastily shoved things into cupboards.

"I've basically turned into a hermit when I'm not performing. Since I can't step outside without seeing a bottle, I don't really have much choice."

So Gavin was telling the truth. Hm.

"Well, the hermit lifestyle is probably underrated anyway."

He laughed softly. "Oh for sure. And I'll show you whats been keeping me busy this whole time."

Gerard shuffled to the back of the bus for a moment before returning with an armload of comic books, laying them proudly on the table in front of you. "These are some of my current favorites," he began after taking a seat beside you, close enough for you to admire the look of sheer happiness in his expression as he spoke. He was clearly in his element. "This one here has some of the best coloring I've ever seen."

You must have stared at him for a bit too long because he caught your affectionate glance and paused.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," you said, immediately breaking eye contact as heat flooded your cheeks. "Its just nice to hear you talk about them. You're so passionate about it."

He laughed. "Well its also nice to talk about them with someone who gets it."

You felt like you could fly right out of your skin. Everything about him made you feel a sense of belonging that you hadn't found with anyone else before.

"Hey when do I get to see that comic you said you were working on? I think you mentioned that the last time I saw you."

"Oh you remembered! Uh, one sec, I'll pull it out."

He wandered back into the unknown void that was his bunk, and came back with a folio filled to the brim with concepts, sample panels and character sketches.

"I'm pretty proud of this. Its a work in progress so uh...be gentle."

You knew Gerard was talented, but you were taken aback at the skill and creativity that had gone into this endeavor. Here he had created a world entirely his own and you were drawn in immediately.

"Gerard this is fucking fantastic! Seriously I need a full length comic right now."

"Right now? I'd rather talk to you."

You and Gerard talked as if you'd known each other forever. You found him to be witty and charming, but most importantly sincere; and the conversation flowed with ease.

"You know I'm a little surprised. I wouldn't have expected a guy like you to be alone in his bus on a big tour like this."

He laughed. "What do you mean?"

"I mean there's a lot of bands here that seem like they're only motivated by the attention they can get from girls. You're not like that."

"Its never been about that for me. I find those guys just as annoying as you do." He paused for a moment, hesitating as if he was unsure if he should continue. "Speaking of annoying...That guy, Alex--"

"Oh, yeah, sorry about him. I didn't even know he was gonna be on this tour since I haven't spoken to him in ages. I'm doing my best to avoid him."

"You seemed pretty upset when I saw you last. Just wanted to make sure he wasn't bothering you or anything."

You paused for a moment, replaying his words in your head to process them. Gerard not only noticed your reaction to Alex, he remembered and was concerned?

"So you guys aren't like...a thing anymore?"

"NO," you said a bit too eagerly. "I mean no, definitely not. I'd have to be crazy."

"Good," he replied softly, "I mean, I'm glad as long as you're happy."

You realized you had been making eye contact with his lips, the pair of you inching closer to each other with every syllable.

Your breath slowed, and you tucked a strand of stray hair behind your ear. "And...there's no one that you're involved with?"

"No," he confirmed without missing a beat, "but there is someone I have in mind."

If there was a speed limit for heartbeats, you would have been violating the law. Your next words came out almost as a whisper. "And who would that be?"

Hazel eyes flashing, Gerard cupped the side of your face with one hand, and you instinctively moved closer to meet his lips. The kiss felt like it was part dream, too good to be true as endorphins flooded your veins, a heat kindling in your stomach. You couldn't begin to tell if it lasted seconds or minutes, but still when your lips parted, it felt too soon.

"Oh." was all you could say, and the pair of you merely grinned, satisfied to be silent in the aftermath.

You caught a glance at your watch. 1:05 AM.

"I can't believe I have the willpower to do this," you began reluctantly, "but If I don't head back now I'll end up living here."

"I don't see the problem." he remarked, and you punched him in the arm.

"Thanks for a great night." you pecked him on the cheek, and before he had time to react, you jumped up and made your way towards the door.

"Come back anytime for more talk about comics!" he called after you with a laugh.

Your cheeks were buzzing and a warmth spread through your veins, giddy from your night with Gerard. You paused outside of your bus door, taking a deep breath to try and steady your heartbeat. You didn't want to rouse any suspicion from your band mates-not yet anyway. You just wanted to keep this moment to yourself for awhile.

After you cooled down, you quietly opened the door, hoping nobody would notice you sneaking in and that you could hop straight into your bunk. Instead you were met with Gavin and Liz sitting down on the sofa, looking very concerned.

"Hey," you said with hesitation, "Everything alright?"

They shared an uncomfortable look.

"Y/N, I'm not sure how to put this..." Liz began, fumbling with her fingers in an attempt to find the right words.

"What's going on?" you felt the blush from only moments ago drain away into cold dread.

"Its Alex," Gavin explained, "He and his band have been going around with a camera getting girls to flash them in exchange for backstage passes..."

You rolled your eyes. "So he's still trash. What does this have to do with me?"

"Well, the thing is, he's been telling people he has video of you. And him. Together. And that its gonna be included with the rest of the fucked up footage they're recording."

Your pulse started racing, erasing your giddy buzz from only moments before. You slumped into the nearest chair, trying to gather your thoughts.

"I never even knew I was being filmed..." you said softly. Nausea bubbled in your stomach as you were unwillingly dragged back into your intimate memories, a place you had successfully moved on from in recent years but whose impact you could never truly erase.

"Are you ok?" Liz asked, her voice low and gentle as though she was afraid you were about to shatter. Those words were all you needed to be set off.

"No. No I'm not fucking okay." You stood up suddenly from your chair, pacing. "Do you know how hard it was to leave that situation? Do you you know you much I struggled to make a life an a name for myself? How I had to rebuild myself after him? And now this?" You were shaking, your voice trembling with pent up emotion. "This was supposed to be an amazing, once in a lifetime experience. The beginning of everything for us. So why can't I just be left the fuck alone!"

Your band mates called after you as you stormed to your bunk, pulling the curtains tight behind you and burying your face in your pillow. For the first time in a long time, you let yourself break down, your unhindered sobs turning your pillow into an ocean.

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writingforyourpleasure · 5 years ago

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Warning : A lot of fluff ahead NSFW / smut but like fluffy

« Gee are you home ? » You shouted in your lobby getting off your shoes .

The dark haired men peeked his head at the end of your hallway glancing at you without saying any words , like a shy child, you laughed. Once your boots off your feet you walked over to the living room, where you guessed Gerard was sitting since he was still watching you as you walked over. As you entered the room you were greeted by the sight of Mikey and Ray slumped on your couch facing you, while Gerard and Frank were in two armchairs with their backs just in front of you.

« Ho hey guys, What’s up ? »

You weren’t surprised to see them here since it was Saturday night and they usually hang out in your loft the weekend when you were off to work, and sometimes stayed over . It was already 3am30 and judging from all the empty beer bottles and pizzas box on the coffee table between the two duos they’ll probably all were gonna stay over for a sleepover . But you were used to it from now . Plus they were always fun to be around since you became friends with them pretty soon after you guys first meet.

You kissed them hello, starting by Ray and Mikey and finishing with Frank and getting up going in the kitchen . A bottle of beer in your hand you went back to the living room where you sat on the carpet , listening to what Frank explained to Ray while as Mikey did the same as you. You suddenly heard a whisper on your left trying to catch your attention.

« Why am i the only one not allowed to have a kiss on the cheek ? » pouted Gerard.

You rolled your eyes , taking one of the last slices of pizza on the coffee table.

« Because You already get to see me everyday Way. »

As if he agreed he returned his attention on the discussion soon after that. You and Gerard known each other during a party where neither of the two of you really knew someone. Both of you stayed all night next to the alcohol table, so you decided at some point to talk to the guy, the two of you talked for a while it was nice. You both got along really well and as the party flowed you approached the subject that you were trying to move out from your parents house and already made some visits, then Gerard’s face brightened and told you he was too. The night moved fast as you changed topics along it and around five in the am during a very drunken state of mind you both made this crazy plan to visit apartments together and split the month rent. After that the owner of the house kicked you out, and Gerard accompanied you to your parents house on walk. You , then, asked if he wanted to crash at your place , being already six am and being still slightly drunk even if the walk helped. He accepted and you both got into your 1 place bed , both of you just in your t-shirts and underwear.

After that night you and Gerard saw each other pretty often and soon he became one of your closest friends. You didn’t talk about the drunken idea to move in together before six months after that night. You found an apartment within a month and moved in together in a old red bricks lot on the third floor. That was a little over one year ago .

You got up joining Frank who went in the kitchen at the research of more beer bottle for all of you. You saw him looking lost in the middle of your kitchen.

« Here. Take one , I’ll take the other. » You said grinning at him, pointing at the two beer pack of six behind the bin. He gently smiled and nodded in agreement giving you one of the two and taking the other one under his left arm and followed you back to the living room where Gerard was the first to grab a bottle from his pack. You sat yours on your right, near the armrest of the couch on Mikey’s side. The night went along nicely, Frank, Mikey and Gerard were discussing music while you and Ray were at one of the two windows of your living room smocking while talking about the little birthday party he was having at your place since he still lived at his parents house . Gerard and you told him immediately that he could make it at your place when he started talking about his birthday. You weren’t the kind to often go to parties, but you knew it would only be a small thing and you trusted Ray more than any of the guys.

Later, around five in the morning, you all agreed to go to bed being all pretty smashed . Since you only got two bedrooms on opposite sides of the apartment, your bedroom being close to the entrance and the kitchen, Gerard’s room was close to the office and the kitchen. One of the boys, when it wasn’t you or Gerard turn, had to crash on the couch, while two duos would be sleeping in the bedrooms. Tonight, was Frank’s turn to sleep on the couch, you end up sharing a bed with Gerard this time, while Mikey and Ray would share one.

« Your bed or mine ? » You said glancing at your roommate as the rest of your friends were gathering up in the kitchen and Frank already was asleep on your couch snoring a little bit.

« Huh does it bother you if we take mine this once ? It’s just, whenever one of us is not sleeping with them , I always told the guys to sleep in mine not to have them destroying your room so… » He said pursing his lips questioningly.

« No it’s completely fine ! And they can use my room whenever they need , it doesn’t bother me the slightest you know ? They’re my friends too after all. » You smiled.

You went to your room to grab a faded gray large T-shirt with the Tarot’s signs on it, plus a basic yellow panties and your toothbrush. You went to Gerard’s room to change, while he was explaining to Ray and Mikey that they were going to sleep in my room. You got out of the room, after brushing your teeth, heading to the living room and hugging your friends goodnight . Gerard got into his room to change, as Mikey and Ray went to theirs and after that you turned off the rooms lights. You kissed Frank’s forehead before adjusting his plaid and joining Gerard to his room.

Once the door of Gerard’s room closed the dark ate the room, you couldn’t see shit, and were seriously struggling to find the bed. You could hear Gerard’s chuckle and helped yourself by the sound of it, you made it alive to the bed . You were starting to discern forms into darkness of the room, like Gerard’s body frame which was facing you in the large bed.

You felt his breath on your lashes. Wash he really this close ?

« Hey ? » you whispered ,as if inhaling was forbidden, to your friend looking into oblivion .

« Ya … ? » Breathed out Gerard with a dry throat.

« Do you remember how small my teenage bed was ? »

He chuckled at the memory of it. « I sure do ! Every time we were laying on it , I wandered when one of us will fall off of it. » You both chuckled quietly trying not to make too much noises for the others.

« We did fall in the end, remember ? » he quickly added.

« How could I forget ? » you laughed smiling at the memory

« It’s freezing cold… » shivered Gerard. You knew he was right because you were in January and you and Gee never turned up the heater because it costed too much and you nearly arrived to pay rent every month so this luxury was clearly out of reach for both of you.

« Is it ? »You said with a mischievous smile on your lips before landing both of your freezing feet on Gerard’s legs.

He hissed at your attack squirming beneath your touch while you chuckled devilishly . You stopped yourself realizing something.

« You only are in your boxers ? » you breathed out thinking out loud. Your throat was dry.

« And you, in your panties , so ? » He brushed off amusement clear in his sooth voice never above a whisper since you started talking.

« Yeah but I always did ! You never slept without your Pj’s pants before , unless you didn’t bring them with you ! » You huffed, still not moving away your feet off his skin.

« Really ? … Never paid attention »

Suddenly, as you and Gee were confined in silence, you started to be more than aware of the situation. You both were kinda drunk, not much dressed and very close, chest almost touching. Something started playing with the hem of your shirt tugging slightly on it, so you started playing with the hem of his shirt too , not really knowing what to expect . Then your hand brushed slightly against his hipbone, skin meeting skin, his breath came to a stop. You got scared.

« I’m sorry I shouldn’t had-«

« It’s okay … » he reassured you , shifting closer to you, both of your chests colliding together and your nooses bumping against one another.

Your fingers started tracing little stars on his abdomen and you were furiously blushing, thankfully it was too dark for him to see. His long fingers slipped under your shirt to settled under your breast drawing the limitation of it. You moved one of your hands to his right nipple playing with it between your thumbs as his breathing grew heavier. He copied your movements and your breath hitched in you throat.

« Can I ? » You whispered ,tugging on his shirt, the odor of alcohol floating between the two of you . He slowly nod, giving you the green light you needed to. His shirt was thrown somewhere on the ground as he did the same with yours. Once both bare chest, you showed both of your arms around him sighting happily as you felt each other skin. Soon a pair of hands came up to your jaw stroking it sweetly , an awkward silence of hesitation hanged between the two of you , until his lips landed on yours and it felt right, your mind was peaceful and you couldn’t get enough of it . Then you slide your tongue inside his mouth tasting nicotine and cheap alcohol, not that you minded. You had to admit it, Gerard was a pretty good kisser. Once his tongue slides against yours, everything seemed to get more passionate and want was radiating from both of you, you straddle him , pressing both of your hands against his naked chest to maintain him against the mattress telling him not to move. You grind against hip a little unsure of your movements, his hands came to your hips accenting your action as both of you yelped at the friction. You were quite taken aback by the feeling that washed you over, feeling his bulge against your core , but you came back to your sense pretty quickly , giving him a chaste kiss , descending to his neck and starting to suck his pale skin giving a few tongue strokes against it. He grunted against your ear , sending shivers through your whole body. You moved to his right nipple biting it sweetly, you felt him tense beneath you , his grip on your hips much more tight . You started to grind on him once again much more confident now, your breath grew heavier, each seconds that was passing by, as did Gerard’s . You looked at his face , he had his eyes closed and his bottom lip between his teeth as his hips meet yours. His hands started to touch your chest caressing it gently , you grinded even more against him, his hands weren’t so gentle after that. His eyes flew open looking at you with dilated pupils and glassy eyes and an expression on his face that you hadn’t had the chance to ever see before. Gentle yet, full of want. You kissed him once again , wrapping him in your arms . You both continued to make out a little dizzy coz’ of the alcohol and the sensation of him just inhibiting all your senses. Gerard was now sitting with you still straddling him . Here you were making out at 5am30 with your best friend on his Stars Wars bedsheets with 3 of your friends sleeping not far from you. But you didn’t really needed a reminder of that , you just needed to remain silent. Hard to do when someone very hot is panting slightly against your right ear and licking slightly your neck. Your own breathing was becoming more pronounced and faster. His hands were all over the place. You kissed him once more biting into his lips and soon both of your tongues were moving in sync, his hands moved from your belly to your hair pulling it shyly, earning a groan out of you. You copied him pulling slightly at his hair , earning a yelp from his side. You broke the kiss to take a breath , and both of you just looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds still loudly panting . Your right hand traveled from his dark locks, to his belly ,then resting calmly against his hip , to finally brush over his length above his underwear . His forehead felled against your right shoulder, hiding his expression of pleasure from you , he bite back a moan , panting even louder instead. You gave a few hesitant strokes before going for it entirely, sliding your hand under the cloth . You started your movements at a slow pace, his mouth landed on yours sharing a needy kiss as you pleased him . You slowly opened your eyes to admire his face , his eyes were closed , his mouth hanged open his cheeks were colored by a soft shade of pink . It was mesmerizing. suddenly his finger found their way to your core sliding under your panties . You yelped surprised by the cold finger sliding in ,at a slow pace matching yours, against your clit . His eyes opened and for the first time you saw his pupils glassy and blown with lust , surely matching yours . He rested his cheek against yours whispering to your ear.

“Jeez , Y/N , What are you doing to me ?”

Your moaned in response , concentering on your task. His breath was itching and tickling against your ear.

“ You’re , so hot Gee…You’re doing so w-well … I …. I -I want you to cum for me lo-love.” Your breathed just above a whisper , having difficulties to think clearly your mind racing with sinful thoughts.

Gerard moaned loudly catching himself a little too late to be quiet . Your movements were much faster now and his moan maked you moaned but quieter in response. Your panting , breathing and moans were like a song to your ears, you felt so intimate and connected with Gerard at this very moment. His digits were circling around your clit making you lean into his touch . He flashed you a cocky grin. You pleased him teasing him too ,by spreading his pre-cum all over his length and playing with his head moving at a very slow and torturous pace, at the same time your left hand find it way to his hair locking itself into his dark locks petting his hair gently before pulling it earning a low moan from him. You were now the one having a cocky grin on your lips as you pulled his head out of the side of your cheek admiring him for a few seconds before pulling his hair, yet again. His eyes looked really glassy now as if he was on the edge of crying from pleasure , his mouth forming a perfect “o”. It suited him, you thinked. Your strokes became sloppy and his were faster . You felt the orgasm building into your stomach , the heat of it was such a pleasant thing . You know it would be a strong one at the sensation of it in your lower half and the delicious buzzing running through your ears .

“G-Ge-Gee I….I’m clo-close” You whispered closing your eyes feeling it building up .

“No, No babe look at me . W-w-want to se-see you” He stuttered out .

You shut your eyes open , your lips parted as his fingers were pushing you over the edge , finally you came hard , still trying to be quiet but not sure it worked , Gerard’s name on your lips as he caught you with his lips . You strokes were faster and even more sloppier than before and Gerard came a few minutes after you biting your shoulder to mute his strong moan . You loved it and kinda hoped it would leave a mark on you . Love bites were your favorite thing even if you didn’t tell a living soul about it .

You both took several minutes to find your breath again and riding off your orgasm . You gently stroked his hair. His arms were still warped around you. He placed a lazy kiss against your neck, still not letting you have a proper look to his face. Before you knew it , he sunk down into his mattress bringing you along in his fall . You were now cuddling against his chest, you blushed furiously at this . You knew it was probably stupid given the situation, but it was somewhat almost as much intimate than what the two of you just did . Yet it wasn’t like You and Gee never cuddled up like this , but usually it was with more clothes between the two of you.

“Shit , it’s f’king cold in here …” Gerard’s voice seemed to wake you up from you thoughts , because as soon as he said it , you shivered, well it could have been because of him too but you could feel the cold air of the room dancing on your skin . Gerard showed you off his chest to get up , looking for your clothes . Somewhat the room seemed ten times colder without the feeling of his chest rising up and down against your ear. You were now just laying on the right side of his bed looking up at the celling and the dozens of neon stars glued to it . You heard him shuffling around the room looking for something much warmer than what you dressed yourselves in to sleep.

“Find it ! “ He said victoriously showing off two grey sweaters and one black jogging .

The mattress sunken once he was back in bed . You quickly dressed yourself up taking the grey sweater and the black jogging , leaving him the second sweater and only his boxer but he didn’t seemed to mind much. As he went to finally lay down again , a shy knock made itself know coming from Gee’s bedroom door. You and Gee shared a look of terror , praying for it not to be the guys telling them that they heard everything …. Mikey mostly .

“Guys I know you’re up , I heard you walking around the room earlier .”

It was Frank.

You gave a questioning look to Gerard .

“Huh.Yeah dude ? C’mon in?”

“Finally! “Frank opened the door loudly not caring all that much if he were to wake up Ray and Mikey and walked up to the bed before laying between the two of you without even asking . As always Frank . Nothing surprised you coming from him anymore, and you didn’t even meant it in a wrong way.

“What’s up Frank? “ You said playing the nonchalant card hoping he hadn’t heard anything from earlier.

“Well I just woke up to a freezing to death room , Here is what’s up Y/N!” He said afflicted. ”Sooo….. I was hoping to stay in here for the night if that’s okay with you? “ You gave a curious look to Gee nodding slightly not minding all that much.

“Yeah sure dude …” Said Gerard quietly smiling weakly at Frank then giving you a long stare while Frank was shuffling up in a curious position .

“Goodnight guys” You said sticking up to one side of Frank , giving a small smile to your best friend .

Frank was already falling asleep by now .

“Sleep tight Y/N…” Smiled Gerard before closing his eyes.

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 5 years ago

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Dared - Mikey Way x Reader

Request: Hey, could I request uhh Mikey x reader, the reader is dared by Gerard to make Mr Emotionless ™ cry? Go crazy author-chan I have a feeling this is gonna be hilarious Word count: 2 690 A/N: don’t even ask me about when on the timeline this one is… “Remember the laughter” exists, they are on a tour and none of the guys (except maybe ray?) are together with their wives? (what a cruel world that is)

“No!”

“Come on, it’s gonna be fun,” Gerard whined laughing.

“Making Mikey cry is not fun,” you argued, “it’s just evil!”

“Nobody said it has to be sad crying,” Gerard replied, still convinced it would be incredibly funny to see you try to make his brother cry.

“Why, Gee, why would I do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know, it’s about time Mikey remembers he has emotions for once, also,” lifting his eyebrows at you, he grinned, “it would give you the opportunity to spend some time with him.”

Rolling your eyes, you glanced over at Gerard. He was the only one who knew about your feelings for Mikey, and you really regretted telling him, because he teased you about it every time he possibly could.

“You just want to annoy your brother,” you shrugged, and got ready to turn away.

“Come on, (y/n), I dare you!”

“I said no,” you replied, admittedly pissed off by now, and walked away, leaving Gerard alone.

He just laughed, knowing you would try to win this dare anyway.

And he was right. Even though you knew Gerard knew you would try, you could not quite let go of the idea. So you made up your mind about different things that made you cry. Sometimes you cried over sugar-sweet cat videos, or one of these animal rescue videos. You wailed over dramatic, or happy romantic dramas, you cried about music that made you emotional, you even teared up over reports of nature catastrophes. Thinking about it, you actually cried a lot. And that list did not yet involve all the times you cried about missing your family while you were on tour, or the heartbreak over Mikey.

You knew that the news reports about the catastrophes would not help with your plan. Just a few weeks ago you had all watched the news together, and there had been a report about the fires in Australia, but while you had been fighting back tears (had you been worried for the humans, the koalas, the nature in general, or about how the annual fires were getting so much worse every year because of the climate change?) Mikey had just watched unimpressed, his fingers fiddling around, as if he was trying to remember songs he usually played on the bass. You remembered that so vividly because you had been distracted from the news by it, and had watched him for a while; he had beautiful hands.

The next thing you thought of was music. You knew Mikey loved music, after all he was making music himself. You even knew what kind of music he loved, but you didn’t know what kind of music made him especially emotional. So you began with what you knew, and that was what he liked, and what made you emotional. And that landed you at one song Ray had written; the last song of his solo album. Sure you felt weird as you walked up to Mikey’s bunk bed, with your mobile in hand, asking if he knew that album made by one of his closest friends of over a decade, but you did it anyway.

Mikey was even happy to see you, and immediately scooted aside to let you crawl into bed next to him. That alone made butterflies flutter in your stomach, but between the two of you it had always been a normal thing to cuddle up sometimes, be it to watch a movie on the Ways’ couch or because one of you had had a nightmare. While you played the song for him, trying not to give into your own emotions, you watched him closely. His eyes were focused on the still image of the video on YouTube, and his hand, which was resting on his stomach, was slowly tapping along the rhythm. When the song eventually ended, he smiled slightly, his eyes soft, and turned to look at you. Quickly you blinked away the tears at the corner of your eyes.

“I really like this song,” he told you, and sat up a little, “it’s one of my favourites off Ray’s album.”

“Yeah, definitely,” you agreed with a little nod.

“Oh, is that a cat video?”

Mikey placed his hand over yours, which was holding the phone, and angled the screen so he could see better which videos had been recommended by YouTube to watch next.

“Yeah, it is,” you agreed, remembering that cute cat videos were also on your list of things that made you cry, “wanna watch it?”

“Always,” Mikey grinned.

He scooted around in the narrow bed of the tour bus, until he asked you to lift your head so he could place his arm under your neck. After you had settled back down, with far too fast beating heart, snuggled close against Mikey, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, you continued watching animal videos.

Sometimes you both laughed so hard you almost ran out of breath, sometimes there were so cute videos that you almost cried yourself (Mikey showed no reaction at all), there were videos where you just rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh because it was too ridiculous, and you even watched some of the animal rescue videos that usually reduced you to a puddle of tears, but Mikey just watched. Yeah, sometimes he laughed if something was funny, but he was never even close to tears.

The next evening was movie night, where you saw your last chance to make Mikey cry. After that you would have run out of ideas, and you would have to admit Gerard had won this dare. Luckily it was your turn to choose the movie, so you chose the most emotional movie you could think of, one that always made you cry. Much to your surprise Gerard, Ray and Frank were not opposing the choice, and Mikey did not care. He claimed he was fine just hanging out with everyone. You tried to find a place away from Mikey, because the movie was very romantic, and watching a romantic movie sitting too close to the man you had been in love with for ages was surely no good idea, but somehow Mikey had found a way to squeeze himself into the tiny gap that was left between you and Frank, and now sat pressed against your side, watching the movie, his arm casually dragged over your shoulder, as if it was nothing. Maybe to him it was nothing, not to you.

Throughout the movie you noticed that you were not the only one who was getting emotional about the story. Gerard quietly sniffled at the sad and romantic parts, and Frank even went to grab a handkerchief to blow his nose; Ray just wiped away the tears with the back of his hand. The only one who seemed not to care at all was Mikey, who simply got up once the movie was over.

“Good story,” he commented and stretched his hands above his head. Did he even have the faintest idea what that shirt riding up a little over his stomach, revealing a tiny strip of pale skin, did to you? Hopefully not. “I’m gonna go read in my bunk.”

Slowly the group dispersed, leaving only Frank and you in the end.

“Wanna go for a walk,” the guitarist eventually asked, “I need some fresh air.”

You nodded, and got up. Together you grabbed your jackets, and climbed out of the bus. The parking lot you were standing on was empty; a few frozen over puddles were glistering in the cold moon light.

Frank and you walked side by side, quietly talking. He told you about his girlfriend Jamia. You had known he had liked her, but he had kept it a secret from everyone that they were together. Now he was worried about how tour would affect their relationship, and as well as you knew Frank, you would not have imagined him to be so scared about messing this up.

“But did she say she doesn’t want you to go on tour,” you asked, trying to be rational.

“She said she’s going to miss me,” Frank recalled, wiping his eyes, “and that she wished she could come and visit.”

“See, but not that she doesn’t want you to go, right?”

Frank shook his head no. “But what if she thinks that she implied enough for me to-“

“Then call her!”

By now you had made your way back to the bus.

“You are amazing,” Frank smiled sadly. He seemed not convinced yet, but he agreed it would be best to call Jamia.

“Don’t worry, it’s all gonna be alright,” you encouraged him.

“I love you, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know,” you grinned and wrapped your arms around him.

Just in that moment you heard a quiet gasp, and when you pulled away from Frank, you saw Mikey was standing in the open door to the bus.

“Gerard made hot chocolate for everyone,” he spit, his eyes full of anger and disappointment.

But instead of turning around and walking back in, as he should have, considering his brother had made hot chocolate, he jumped down the stairs, and brushed past you, disappearing in the night.

“What-“ confused you looked after him.

“Oh shit,” Frank ran his hand over his face.

“What was that,” you asked, turning to Frank.

“He thought I was hitting on you,” he groaned.

“But you and Jamia-“

“He doesn’t know that, remember,” Frank looked up at you, “you should go after him.”

“Why would- what would he- what’s even going on?”

“Just go after him, alright? Tell him that we’re just friends, put things right- whatever, just go look for him.”

You did not even wait for Frank to say anything else, you just darted after Mikey, following him into the direction he had run of to.

Luckily you did not have to search for long. Mikey had only worn socks and his pyjama, so the stony and cold parking lot had slowed him down soon, and you found him leaning against a lamppost. His back was turned to you, his hands lifted to his face, and he was panting.

“Mikey?”

A few feet away you came to a stop. Your lungs were burning from inhaling the cold air so fast, and panic rose in your chest at seeing Mikey standing there, clearly upset.

“Leave me alone,” he sounded chocked up.

“Not before you talk to me, what’s going on?”

“Why don’t you ask your sweet darling Frank that?”

Mikey swirled around, and stared at you angrily. His raised voice was intimidating, but the tears that were running down his cheeks broke your heart.

“What are you even talking about? Frank-“

“Frank knows exactly how I feel for you, he knows exactly that I’ve been trying to ask you out since forever, and then he goes and steals you away right in front of my eyes, without giving me a heads up about it first. You know, he could at least have had the decency to let me know he was gonna try to win you for himself. That would have sucked too, but at least it would have been honest!”

Confused you stared at Mikey. “Frank and I-“

“It’s okay, just- give me some space, okay? It’s not your fault, he’s a great guy, he’ll treat you very good,” Mikey assured you, before turning away from you.

“Would you just listen for one fucking second,” now it was you who was angry. You were not sure if you had heard correctly when Mikey had said he had feelings for you, but for now it seemed like the bigger problem was that he assumed you and Frank were a thing. And that he did not even give you time to explain made you angry. Quickly you took a few steps forwards and grabbed him by the elbow, turning him back to you.

“Frank is worried about his girlfriend Jamia, not wanting him to be on tour for so long, and I told him to call her. He thanked me, and said that he loves me. As a friend.”

Mikey looked at you for a while. The orange light of the street lantern painted his tears as drops of sunlight on his cheeks. You could feel him move slightly underneath his pyjama shirt, which you still held in a tight grip. His eyes were rimmed with red from crying, and his lips quivered slightly before he eventually spoke.

“You and Frank… you’re not… you’re not…”

“We’re not in love, we’re not a couple, we’re not together...” you helped out.

Mikey bit his lower lip.

“You don’t love him?”

“No, I don’t,” you replied.

An idea came to your mind. You could tell Mikey right now, this was the perfect moment to tell him how you felt for him.

“I love you.”

Wide eyed you looked up at him; both of you had spoken at the same time.

Mikey’s jaw dropped slightly as he stared at you.

“What,” he whispered, and you could swear there were tears welling up in his eyes again.

“I said I love you,” you repeated softly, slowly releasing your grip on his pyjama shirt, running your hand up to his upper arm instead.

“Oh,” his eyes trailed off for a moment, before he looked at you again, “can I… can I kiss you?”

You could feel yourself smile involuntarily at his question, and suddenly feeling shy, you nodded.

Mikey lifted his hand to your chin, and carefully pulled your face closer to him before he closed the last inches, and gently connected his lips to yours. Hesitantly he kissed you, still not sure if it was what you wanted, but when you moved the hand on his arm further up to his neck to pull him closer, he decided he was done with holding back. Wrapping his free arm around your waist, he pulled you into his chest, holding you as close as possible. His lips were soft, his body warm, a strange contrast to the stinging cold air surrounding you both. You could feel his chest moving with every breath, felt how a tear that had still been clinging to his cheek, ran down to your lips, giving the otherwise sweet kiss a salty flavour.

When both of you were out of breath, you slowly pulled away, leaning your forehead against his.

“We should go back, it’s freezing out here,” you suggested.

“You’re right,” Mikey nodded, “come here.”

Wrapping his arm around you, he guided both of you back to the bus, into which you quickly climbed. Inside you were hit with warm air, and the delicious smell of hot chocolate.

“(y/n), I called her! She really isn’t mad, she’s actually happy for me that I get to- woah, Mikey,” Frank stopped his enthusiastic rant as he saw Mikey’s still red eyes, “did you cry?”

“Oh, you did-“ Gerard came out of the tiny kitchen, ready to praise you for successfully fulfilling his dare, but bit his tongue as he saw Mikey’s arm around you. Instead he quickly changed his tone to one of concern, “are you okay?”

“I’m now,” Mikey smiled, and let go of you so you could take of your shoes and jacket, while he pulled the cold and wet socks off his feet. “Is there any of that delicious hot chocolate left?”

Gerard disappeared into the kitchen again, and came back holding two big mugs with steaming hot drinks, whipped cream with chocolate sprinkles topping everything off.

“You are our saviour,” you joked, and took the one of the mugs from Gerard, walking over to one of the sofas, and dropped down on it, Mikey sitting closely next to you.

“So…” Gerard looked between you curiously, a shit eating grin on his face already, “you two are-“

“Not your business,” Mikey shut up his brother, but you could hear him smile while he talked, and wrapped his arm around your shoulder again.

“Calm down,” Gerard laughed, “It’s just a question.”

“Well, if you need to know-,” Mikey sighed, but sounded amused.

And then he pulled you in for another kiss.

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c0ffee-gh0ul · 4 years ago

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The Dumpster Fire of Hurt: 01 - Brother

TRIGGER WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of stabbing

I felt something hit the back of my head. I turned around to find a tin foil ball on the floor, and Frank and his friends laughing at me.

I gave them a scowl and threw the tin foil ball back at them. Bullseye! It hit Frank right in the forehead. I chuckled to myself, turning back towards the lunch table.

“Nice one, Gee.” My brother, Mikey, says to me.

“Thanks.” I chuckled.

“Don’t you wish Frank would get off your back sometimes?” Lindsey asked.

“I mean, yeah, but, at the same time, no. It’s fun to mess with that little shit.” I laughed.

“I have to agree with Gerard on this one, Linds.” Bert said.

“But, he could be a nice person, you know? I just don’t understand why you guys mess with him all the time.” Lindsey sighed.

Bert and I started cracking up. We laughed so hard, we could barely breathe.

“I’m serious!” She said.

“Yeah, I kind of agree with Lindsey.” Mikey mumbled.

“We have a complicated past, okay? I have methods to my madness.” I explained. Mikey’s expression became more calm and Lindsey shrugged.

I knew Mikey trusted me, but Lindsey seemed more hesitant. I didn’t care anyways, it was my life.

The bell rang and we all rushed from lunch to our classes. Mikey and I headed to science, while Lindsey and Bert went to geometry.

Mikey and I sat at our usual spot, in the back of the first column of desks, which happened to be next to Frank and his friend James’ desks.

Just our luck, the teacher assigned partners for a project. Thankfully, I wasn’t stuck with Frank. But, poor Mikey was. And I was stuck with James.

“Good luck, Mikey.” I said as we were going with our groups.

“You too.” He mumbled, going over to Frank’s desk.

I glanced over at Frank and Mikey starting their work as James sat down next to me. “Give me a second…” I said to James, getting up and walking over to Frank and Mikey.

I tapped Frank’s shoulder and he turned around.

“‘Sup, asshat?” Frank chuckled, looking up at me. I raised one eyebrow at him, then looked around me, to make sure no one was paying attention to me. I slowly leaned down to Frank’s face.

“Don’t you dare fucking hurt my little brother. Got it?” I said in a low hiss, pointing in his face.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t hurt the quiet one. At least he wouldn’t get in my face.” He scoffed.

“I would if I had to…” Mikey said under his breath. I don’t think Frank heard him.

“I’m serious, you fucking dickwad. Don’t lay a single finger on him.” I growled.

“Yeah, got it.” Frank rolled his eyes, scoffing.

I went back to my seat with James and we began discussing the project. It was uncomfortable the entire time. He was definitely a weird kid, but in sort of a cool way.

Once the day finally ended, Mikey and I met up in front of the school to walk home.

“Hey, uh, I’m actually gonna go to Frank’s house to work on the project.” Mikey told me, looking at me as if asking for approval.

“Uh… Okay.” I was hesitant, but I can’t really stop him. I already warned Frank.

I walked home by myself, but Frank lived in the same neighborhood so Mikey wasn’t too far anyways.

I got home and immediately went to my room and listened to music. Usually Mikey would try to convince me to do my homework, or at least get me to help him with his. I just wasn’t in the mood.

I ended up falling asleep while listening to music. When I woke up, it was nearly 8pm. I went into the living room where my mom was watching tv.

“Hey, uh, mom?” I said, peering through the doorway.

“Yeah?” She replied, looking in my direction.

“Did Mikey get home yet?” I asked.

“No, I don’t think so. Where did he go?” She asked, muting the tv.

“Down a few blocks to work on a school thing with someone… It’s getting kinda late, though. I’m gonna call him.” I said, walking out of the doorway and into the kitchen to grab my phone.

The dial kept ringing. And ringing. And then voicemail. That wasn’t like Mikey. He usually always picked up the phone before the third or fourth ring. I tried calling a second time, and it went to voicemail again.

I got tremendously worried. It was late at night, and our neighborhood wasn’t the safest at this point.

“Mom, I need to borrow your car.” I said, standing in the doorway of the living room again.

“Okay. Keys are on the hook next to the door. Drive safe!” She responded.

Drive safe, my ass. I was looking for my baby brother. I drove as fast as I could to Frank’s house. I almost hit a few trash cans on the way, but Mikey was more important.

I practically pounded Frank’s front door down until he came to the door.

“What the fuck do you want?” Frank looked me up and down with a scowl on his face.

“What did you do to Mikey?” I said sharply.

“The hell you talking about?” He raised one eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“You fucking heard me, you little shit,” My voice grew louder as I got closer to his face. “Where the fuck is Mikey? What did you do to him?” I yelled. The whole neighborhood could probably hear me. I didn’t give a single shit.

“I didn’t do shit!” Frank yelled back. “Get the fuck outta my face before I punch you.” He threatened. “Mikey left here almost an hour ago.”

Panic settled in. Mikey could be anywhere. He could be dead for all I knew.

“Come on,” I grabbed Frank by his wrist and dragged him to my car.

“What’re you doing? This is kidnapping!” He said.

“Too bad. You’re helping me find Mikey.” I said, opening the passenger door and letting go of his wrist.

“Why do I have to help?” Frank complained, getting in the car anyways.

I came around to the driver’s seat and got in. “Because, you dipshit, you were the last one who had any contact with him and he won’t answer his cell.”

“Fine.” Frank sighed, putting his seatbelt on.

I started driving in the general area looking for anyone who looked like Mikey.

“Are you even looking? Or are you just daydreaming like the little shit that you are?” I scoffed at Frank.

“I’m looking! I’m not that much of a dick.” He replied.

Yeah, okay.

After almost an hour of searching, I pulled off to the side of the road and rested my head on the steering wheel. I didn’t want Frank to see me cry, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

I was sobbing. My face became hot and tears practically poured out of my eyes. I kept my head on the steering wheel so I wouldn’t have to look at him.

Suddenly, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I flinched.

“It’s gonna be okay. We’ll find him.” Frank muttered.

I didn’t think his voice could reach such a gentle place. It was almost comforting. It was nearly as if he wasn’t even himself.

I kept crying. I could barely catch my breath. He gently rubbed my shoulder with his hand. I never thought I’d be so vulnerable around him, someone who I had despised for years.

“He could be dead…” I cried.

“No, we don’t know that for sure…” Frank said sweetly. “Come on, we gotta keep looking.” He tried to encourage me.

I picked my head up and wiped my tears away. I started to drive back toward the house and I saw Mikey walking, only a block away from our house. I immediately pulled the car over and ran out.

“Mikey!” I yelled, grabbing him in a hug. “You’re okay.” I whispered, holding him tight.

When I let go of him, he looked at me with pain in his eyes.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

He was hesitant. “Some guys jumped me on the way home… Just a block away from Frank’s. I tried to take the shortcut.”

“Who were they?” I asked worriedly.

“I-I don’t know… But they took my wallet and my phone. They threatened to stab me if I didn’t,” He sighed, looking down at the ground. “So I gave them my stuff… And I ran as fast as I could until I could barely breathe.”

“Come on, let’s get you home.” I said, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and walking to the car. “Frank’s here too.” I said before we got in.

“‘Sup, Mikey,” Frank said.

“Hi.” Mikey croaked out, climbing into the backseat.

“I’m gonna bring Mikey home first, since it’s only about a block away.” I told Frank, putting the car in drive. He nodded.

After dropping off Mikey, the entire ride to Frank’s was silent until I parked in his driveway.

“Well, uh,” I cleared my throat. “Thanks for helping me.”

“Yeah, um, no problem.” Frank nodded and just barely smiled.

We sat there for a moment, neither of us talking. All that could be heard was the chirp of crickets outside.

He got out of the car and walked up to his front door, slowly, almost regretful. But he went inside anyway, carefully. I waited until the door closed, and then drove away.

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years ago

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CAN I GET A FRANK X READER FIC WHERE THE BAND GOES OUT FOR LUNCH AND Y/N STAYS AT THE BUS AND SLEEPS IN FRANKS BUNK AND THEY GET BACK AND FRANK SEES HER AND JUST GETS INTO BED WITH HER AHD HOLDS HER AND ITS ALL FLUFFY

Hold You Here

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anons Word Count: 2,000 Author’s Note: I’m combining this with another similar request, which resulted in a longer story! I hope everyone enjoys! TW for a brief mention of Gerard’s addiction struggles in 2004

To be in a band meant that your bandmates were your most intimate friends. Hours, days, weeks spent cramped together in small confined spaces meant that everyone saw each other at their best, worst, and everything in between. Platonic physical affection wasn’t an unusual occurrence and neither was sharing beds so that the fewest number of hotel rooms could be reserved to save money, curling up under a blanket together while watching a movie on the bus, not to mention all the on-stage antics, it was all taken in stride.

It also helped that everyone looked out for each other, but it seemed as if Frank looked out for you more than the others. When things became hectic, or when you were suffering from one of your migraines, he’d always be the one checking up on you to make sure you were okay. Spending hours up late at night talking with him was one of your favorite ways to pass time on the bus. You’d developed quite the soft spot for the chaotic guitarist.

The band had been touring what felt like non-stop for ages, but especially now that Three Cheers was out. It had been a very long, hot summer full of meeting fans, rocking out, and if you were being honest with yourself, way too much partying on everyone’s part. You were feeling pretty burnt out, but the success of the band made it worth it.

Now it was the last week of Warped Tour 2004 and you could tell summer was ending by how quickly the nights were cooling down. As usual when the tour was stopped over for a couple nights, both a bonfire, and most of the bands, were lit. You were standing as close to the fire as you could without melting the rubber on your chucks trying to keep warm.

“Hey,” Frank said, walking over to stand next to you.

“Hey, how’s it goin?” You asked

“Good. Cold?”

“Yea,” you rolled your eyes. “I decided to dress cute, and now I’m freezing my ass off.”

“Who were you dressing up for?” Frank asked, unzipping his hoodie.

“No one really,” you replied, watching as he took off the sweatshirt. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you warm,” he replied.

“You don’t have to,” you started as he put it over your shoulders.

“Too late,” he replied with a smirk that faded into a soft smile.

You looked up at him, in the dim light of the bonfire and you felt your heart skip, like a switch had been flipped. That soft spot you held in your heart for him suddenly felt overwhelmed, like the quiet feelings were now screaming in your ears.

“I bet it’s warmer on the bus,” you suggested, deciding to lean into the moment. You just hoped you were gauging the situation correctly.

His eyebrows went up in surprise, but he nodded. “I bet you’re right, wanna go back?”

“Yea.”

The walk across the parking lot was silent, as your hands brushed against each other’s, shoulders bumping occasionally. Climbing into the bus, you wandered to the back and confirmed no one else was around, and when you turned back to Frank he seemed a little nervous.

“Ya know you do look really cute. Like not just tonight, like all the time,” he said.

“Thanks,” you replied, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously. You were in your 20s, why were you suddenly feeling like a middle schooler talking to their crush?

“Wanna watch a movie or something?” He offered after an awkward silence hung between you.

“Sure. Nothing scary though, I’m tired of horror.”

“How can you be tired of horror?” Frank asked with feigned shock.

“Because that’s all we watch and we’ve watched almost every movie we have 100 times over.”

Frank started flipping through the stack of DVDs that the band had accumulated through countless tours. “What about ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” he asked.

“Yes,” you nodded eagerly, plopping down on the couch and pulling off your shoes.

Frank put the movie in the DVD player and turned off the lights, sitting next to you. You glanced over, trying to gauge what he was thinking. He glanced back and you snapped your eyes back to the tv. As the movie progressed, Frank casually put his arm over the back of the couch and you settled into his side.

“I wanna go play paintball, like real paintball, some time,” you said, watching Kat and Patrick’s date on the screen.

“We should go then,” Frank replied.

“Just us? Or,” you trailed off.

“Yea, I mean unless you wanna invite other people.”

You looked up at him, and he was looking back down at you. "No, just us," you said softly.

"Cool," he said with a goofy smile.

You had to bite your lip to keep from giggling, but in that moment, the energy between you shifted. Frank started to lean in and you closed your eyes as his lips met yours. At first the kiss was soft and tender, almost tentative. But then his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer and your hand ran through his hair as he deepened the kiss.

When you finally came up for air, you couldn't help the smile on your face when you saw how happy Frank looked. "That was fun," you laughed.

"I've been wanting to do that forever," he said, running a hand through his hair, smoothing it down.

"Well we should do it again sometime," you replied.

Just then, loud, drunken voices could be heard outside the door to the bus and you both jumped apart.

"They're in here makin' out or something," Ray shouted over his shoulder with a giggle. You knew there was no way they could have seen you two just minutes before, but the joke still rattled you.

"No they weren't," Mikey said disbelievingly, as he and Gerard followed.

You glanced at Frank who was shaking his head at your bandmates before he changed the subject to something totally random. Things had literally just started with him, and it felt fragile. The last thing you wanted was to have it all fall apart like nothing happened, and be left wondering forever what could have been.

The next day, nothing about the prior night was discussed between you and Frank, but it had been a busy day of press, playing, and meeting fans. When you were climbing back into your bunk, completely exhausted, you spotted a folded up piece of paper on your pillow. You closed the curtain behind you and turned on the small light above your bed. When you unfolded the note, you immediately recognized Frank's scrawling handwriting.

(YN), all I've been able to think about today is how your lips felt on mine and wondering when I can feel it again. I can't remember anything that was said to me because I was thinking about how I'd rather just be talking to you. I hope sometime before the end of this tour we can hang out alone together again.

XO, frnk

You bit your lip to keep from squealing with delight.

The last few days of Warped Tour were just as much of a blur, and when that tour was over, you were quickly shipped off to another one. Gerard was struggling and the whole band was impacted. Everyone dealt with it in their own way, and luckily you had Frank to brush away the worried tears when your brain wouldn't quiet enough to let you sleep at night.

Soon after, Gerard got the help he needed and when he rejoined the band, you were immediately sent back out on the road. Everything felt a little brighter that fall.

You and Frank were as good as ever, but still keeping your relationship quiet. His hand would find yours when no one else was around. You'd each sneak into each other's bunks and spend the nights cuddled together. Then there was the series of excuses as to why you two should share hotel rooms, which included Mikey texting too much, Ray talking too much, and Gerard keeping the light on all night drawing, among others.

So when you were blindsided with a migraine one morning, you were not at all pleased. The pain throbbed through your head as nausea rolled through your stomach. You groaned as you slid out of your bunk and stumbled to the front of the bus, which was obnoxiously bright, to the cabinet holding the medicine.

"There's sleeping beauty," you heard Ray laugh, but you just grunted in response. You grabbed the bottle of Excedrin and silently prayed they'd do their job quickly as you took a dose.

"You ok?" Frank asked as you slumped down on the couch.

"No, migraine."

Your bandmates groaned, knowing how much of a pain, literally and figuratively, they were for you.

"So you don't wanna go grab lunch?" Mikey asked.

"Please don't make me think about food or I might get sick."

"Do you want me to stay back with you?" Frank offered. It didn't even register how much concern he was showing toward you.

"No, I just wanna sleep and hope it goes away before we have to play tonight."

"Ok, we'll leave you alone. Come on guys," Gerard said, shooing the guys out. You glanced up and saw Frank giving you a sympathetic look before leaving the bus.

You dragged yourself back to the bunks, closing the door to the main room behind you and looked at your bunk. There was no way in hell you were climbing back up into it. Instead climbed into Frank's.

You pulled his blanket over you as you curled up in a ball facing the wall. His pillow smelled faintly of his shampoo, but not enough to make you feel sick, or maybe the medication was finally kicking in.

It felt like no sooner you'd fallen asleep that you heard voices in the front of the bus. You wondered how long you’d been out, but didn’t care enough to check the time. Before you could drift off again you heard the door opening and closing softly. Shuffling steps stopped behind you and then you felt someone climb in the bunk behind you.

"Hey," Frank said softly, his arm wrapping around your side.

"Hi," you answered, a smile forming on your face for the first time all day, not that he could see it.

"Feeling better?"

"A bit. Not 100% yet, but better than earlier."

"Mind if I nap with you?"

"Please do," you replied.

Frank drew the curtain shut and settled in behind you. He brushed aside your hair and placed a soft kiss on the side of your neck before giving you another quick squeeze.

You drifted back to sleep for a while, and when you woke up again, your headache was mostly gone you were relieved that you'd be able to play that night without feeling awful. As you stretched your legs out, Frank shifted, pulling you tighter against him.

"Better yet?" He murmured sleepily.

"Yea," you said, not moving more, afraid of disturbing the comfortable cocoon you two were in.

“So at lunch the guys were talking,” Frank started.

“‘Bout what?” You asked, rolling over.

“Us.”

“Oh?” Your heart rate going up.

“We went to this café for lunch and I got you a cupcake, it’s in the fridge by the way. And they were just wondering if there’s something going on between us.”

“What’d you say?”

“I just brushed it off, they were just giving me shit.”

“Oh,” you said, suddenly feeling a little dejected.

“Do you still wanna keep us a secret?” He asked.

“I dunno," you mumbled. "Do you?”

Frank intertwined his fingers with yours. "It's been kinda fun this way. But I also kinda wanna tell everyone I know that I'm the luckiest dude in the world BECAUSE I'm with you."

“Let's decide later,” you replied. “For right this moment, let’s just enjoy this.”

"Good idea," he replied with a soft smile before leaning in and kissing you lovingly.

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 4 years ago

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Jealousy

A/N: I got this idea randomly and wrote it in like an hour. Hope you guys like it! (Also, if you’re seeing this right after it’s posted, Happy New Year!) Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Reader Word count: 1,505 Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

You were never one for dinner parties, or anything remotely formal. But when your closest of friends asked both you and your fiancee to attend, you couldn’t say no.

You felt as though your black dress was a little too much, maybe a little too scandalous, so you paired it with a thick light pink cardigan, one shoulder being bare and held up by a small spaghetti strap. Modest. You were sat next to Frank, Ray besides him, Mikey besides him, as you were all at a trendy restaurant in Manhattan, 12 of you all surrounding a rectangle wooden table. The empty seat to your left was saved for your lover, Gerard, who was currently as his parent’s house, his mom calling him because there was an “emergency” (their WiFi router was just unplugged) and was now stuck in traffic.

The lights were dim and the ambiance was much of excitement and enthusiasm. You sipped some of yours chardonnay casually, listening intently to the various conversation being passed around. You couldn’t help but notice one girl, who all three boys besides you had warned you about. Her name was Savannah, tall, thin, and blonde. Not that there was anything wrong with that, it was just an observation. You had to admit she was pretty, but clearly she thought she was all that, judging by her attitude and larger than life ego.

She had, apparently, been trying to get at Gerard for years, but he kept friend zoning her. Her Barbie-like everything was too much for most to handle, let alone Gerard. Yes, your fiancee was insanely hot, you had to admit, but he was a complete dork at heart (all the more reason you loved him), and would probably not match well with a real life doll.

“So Y/N,” One of the guys, Cam, began, “How’s your job going?” He asked, “Miss ‘Big shot English professor’.” You all lightly laughed.

“Great, actually,” You nodded and smiled, “I just got promoted to one of the Chairs of the Department.” “No way.” Your friend Sam smiled brightly at you, “For real? That’s huge! And at Rutgers?” You nodded again.

“Yeah it’s kind of crazy. I mean it’s great, I love what I do, but the slight addition to my paycheck also made it great.” Everyone laughed.

“And I’m sure the short commute makes you-know-who happy.” Another one of your friends smirked. Obviously, everyone knew it was Gerard, other than Savannah, who seemed to naive and obsessed with herself to care.

“Oh yeah,” You smiled at the thought of him, “It’s not more than 25 minutes from where we are, and usually around 10 to his parents.”

“Show us the ring!” Cam insisted, as it had only been a few weeks that you had been able to call Gerard your fiancee. You proudly showed off the large emerald cut diamond that he had picked out for you, surrounded by smaller diamonds. A few people whistled. “Holy shit that’s huge.” You nodded and smiled.

“He did great.”

“Dude, he was worried for weeks about proposing.” Frank explained, “Non-stop it was, ‘what if she says no?’ but we all knew you would say yes.” You nodded to that too.

“I mean, he’s so perfect, I couldn’t have said no.” You lightly laughed.

“How did he propose?” Sam asked.

“We were just sitting on the couch, eating take out.” You began explaining, “It had been a really long day, I had a bunch of kids who didn’t turn in their essays which turned my lecture on Faulkner into a lecture on time management, and after I finished he just got down on one knee. It was honestly so perfect, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.” “Not more formal?” Savannah asked, as if judging you in a way, “Ya know, more special?” “I think that’s pretty damn special, still.” Ray began, everyone besides her agreeing, “I mean, to each their own, that honestly embodies your relationship so well.” You lightly laughed and nodded agreeing.

“Boring.” She sighed and rolled her eyes. You were never one for using misogynistic terms against other women, or in general. It was the feminist in you. But maybe you could make an exception this once in calling her a bitch.

The group ended up splitting up into sub-conversations, two or three people talking together about various things. “So,” You heard Savannah from across from you ask, “Got any plans for a wedding?” “Not yet,” You shook your head, “He and I have got so much going on at the moment, we’re not super worried about a wedding.” “Well ya know a wedding and marriage would make your relationship all legal and whatever, right?” She asked and you awkwardly nodded.

“Uh, yeah, that’s why we’re engaged.” You lightly laughed at what you thought to be the ridiculous and unnecessary explanation.

“Well, ya know, I would just be worried about him, I don’t know, getting bored.” “Bored?” You asked, “Our relationship is very stable.” You clarified. “Well with a girl like you-” “You mean a woman, like me? A successful woman like me?” You corrected and she seemed to be taken aback for a moment. Just then some of the table erupted in cheers. You looked up to see your fiancee walk in, leather jacket and black jeans, shaggy black hair going in every direction with a huge smile.

“Finally you’re here.” Mikey sighed, “It was like we were on the edge of our seats. For you.” He eyed him which Gerard did back. He went around the table quickly shaking people’s hands and hugging them. Obviously, Savannah got a slightly different idea as she kissed him on the cheek which made him visibly uncomfortable and he nervously laugh. He immediately noticed you, his smile turning into a genuine one as he leaned down and gave you a loving kiss which you happily melted into, him sitting next to you right after and placing his hand on your lower thigh, which was partially exposed due to the short length of your dress. You looked up only briefly at Savannah, her mouth now wide open and her eyes in shock. You smirked a little to yourself, turning back to Gerard.

“So, you fixed your parents emergency?” You lightly smiled sarcastically and he lightly laughed with a smile, nodding.

“Yeah, because their router being unplugged was life or death.” He rolled his eyes, “They’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.” You lightly laughed, placing your head on his shoulder.

The conversation was vibrant and fluent as food came out and you continued to drink some. You ended up switching over to water as Gerard always did so he didn’t feel as alone and isolated with everyone else drinking. Plus two glasses of wine was enough for you. You continually noticed Savannah’s eyes graze both you and Gerard, in a way of disgust. So, naturally, you decided to take matters in your own hands.

You slipped off your cardigan, claiming it was “too hot”, and letting your curves show. You looked over at Gerard who looked you up and down once, biting his lip and you lightly laughed. “What?” You looked at him innocently.

“You know damn well what.” He sighed in frustration. You nudged him playfully and he lightly smiled, placing his hand further up your thigh and giving it a squeeze.

It was only a few more minutes before everyone was saying their goodbyes, your dinner had been paid for with all drinks, and everyone was leaving. You placed your cardigan back on, saying goodbye to everyone. “Let me know about the wedding, alright?” Savannah asked as you two finished up your departing encounters, her voice laced with bitterness.

“Oh, yeah, of course!” You smiled, trying to rub it in a little more, “When we make it, ya know, legal.” You said, grabbing Gerard’s hands and saying goodbye to the greater group, waving. You couldn’t help but notice her tight face with squinted eyes and a frown as you two left hand in hand.

Gerard began lightly laughing when you two got into the car. “What?” You asked, putting your seatbelt on.

“You’re so petty sometimes.” He lightly smiled, “I love you for it, but still.” “Hey,” You fought back, “I had to make it clear that you were mine. And she was making some very bitchy remarks before you came.” “Oh I bet she was.” He smiled and pulled away. “But that doesn’t matter, she’s just jealous of how perfect you are.” “Oh please,” You rolled your eyes, “You’re not wrong but you kind of are.” He lightly laughed, “But I always have to ask myself how I got someone as perfect as you.” “I got the better half of the deal, still.” He smiled. “You have to put up with me.” You nudged him playfully.

“I love you,” You took one of his hands that was free from the steering wheel, “So much.” “I love you, too.” He smiled, “Even more.”

#gerard way x reader #gerard way #mcr gerard #gerard way fanfiction #my chemical gerard #my chemical romance #My Chem #my chemical gee #my chemical romance x reader

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mychemicalficrecs · 4 years ago

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Hey! Can you come by any Trans Frank or Trans Gerard Fics? Plz no fics that fetishize it.

There’s quite a lot of fic featuring trans characters in mcr fandom!

Trans Frank and/or Gerard

A New Design For X and Y by DeadFreddie, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Explicit. Frank Iero is the frontman in a successful band called Leathermouth, and Gerard Way is a comic writer working for DC. When they meet at one of Frank's shows, their mutual respect for the other's work becomes something a lot more personal. Oh and Frank's a trans guy and Gerard's nonbinary because I'm Trans And I Make The Rules.

Should be Living a Different Life by Chibifukurou, Frank/Gerard, 2k, General Audiences. Ella didn't want to miss hearing her favorite singer Frankie Iero. That doesn't make it any easier to go to the club when she's having such a bad day.

She's Like the Sun (and I'm Hanging On) by myrtlewilson, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Teen And Up Audiences. The Way sisters are like nothing Frank has ever encountered in his life. The three of them meet when he’s ten and to be fair, at that point, the Way sisters don’t even know that they’re the Way sisters themselves.

Let Me Tell You What's Right by fvckmefrankie, Frank/Gerard, 868 words, Teen And Up Audiences. There was no going back now. Gerard knew, he fucking knew something was up, and she couldn’t just lie to him.

I'm still me, Frank by giraffewrites, Frank/Gerard, 4k, Teen And Up Audiences. Gerard can't go another day without telling Frank. He can't go another day without telling him who the real him is. He can't go another day going by a name that isn't his and being called by pronouns that do not suit him.

But Why Do You Care? by frnkuloid, Frank/Gerard, 708 words, General Audiences. “Why do you care?” Frank immediately wishes he could rethink a way to say that a little more politely. God, he is so moronic sometimes. He sits, ponders, Gerard is furrowing his brow at the smaller boy who is now covered in a mountain of cotton and zippers. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but, you seem to be the only one who sticks around even when I’m too depressed to do anything. You could just be using me for my amazing habitat,” Gerard waves and turns his body to look and present the dingy basement they’re both in, “or my washer,” he looks directly at Frank, much more seriously than before, “but I’m pretty sure I need you just as much as you need me.” Gerard smiles, sincerely.

It's 'She' by fvckmefrankie, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Mature. “She,” Frank said, and Bob made a 'huh' sound, and Frank sighed, “It’s she, actually. Not he. She,”

Barely visible stars by giraffewrites, Lindsey/Gerard, 4k, Teen And Up Audiences. Gee had preferred it when she wasn't out to her school. The days when she could just be herself and not have abuse shouted at her as she walked the halls. The days when she wasn't scared of doing such mundane tasks such as catching the bus. And then Lindsey comes along, and maybe everything isn't completely shit for once. Maybe.

A Solid Right Hook by Go0se, Frank/Jamia, 13k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frankie was sick of the boy's certainty that he could talk to them whenever he felt like, was the thing. Five times Frankie Iero got into a fight and once when she didn't have to.

good-weird (gerard/bert/frank poly fic) by picht, Frank/Gerard, Bert/Gerard, 8k, Teen And Up Audiences. “Do you know what polyamory is?” Frank asks, and Gerard shakes her head. “So, like, okay. Polyamory is basically a relationship that involves more than two people. Like, an open relationship and stuff. It can be, like, a relationship where three or more people all love each other, or a relationship that involves multiple people but not everyone in the relationship is involved romantically with each other.” He stops here, with this look on his face like he’s very proud of himself.

My Lovenote Has Gone Flat by tragicivn, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Not Rated. Frank is in leathermouth, and Gerard is his best friend. They follow all his tours, and what if their secret comes out, what if Frank finds out they have a crush on him.

Not The Last Time by Redeemableforsurgery, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Teen And Up Audiences. “What’s up Frankie?” Gerard’s voice was soft and Frank covered his own face with his arm, hand resting on the back of his own head, fidgeting with his own hair. “I just…” he sighed again, not really knowing how to put what he was feeling into words without it turning into a rant, “I just wish it was easy, you know?” Frank is feeling dysphoric in the summer and Gerard cheers him up, short and sweet.

truth is now acceptable by orphan_account, Gen, 453 words, General Audiences. "I'm trans," she tells them, and Mikey looks at her with a raised eyebrow. But there's no disgust in Ray's face, and Gerard is almost smiling.

X-22 by abc04, Frank/Gerard, 75k, Mature. Nothing will ever happen to that boy ever again. She'll make sure of it, even if she has the whole world as enemies. Frank is her everything.

Not That Kind of Girl. by transgendergerard, Frank/Gerard, 1k, Teen And Up Audiences. When Gerard has a bad experience with an interview it makes him have really bad dysphoria for the rest of the day and the next. Luckily his boyfriend Frank is there to make it better.

Crazy 4 U by EarthToQuinne, Frank/Gerard, 9k, Teen And Up Audiences, Explicit. Frank hates Valentine’s Day but really loves Gerard.

Seven by EarthToQuinne, Frank/Gerard, 11k, Teen And Up Audiences. Gerard is in love with Frank but among other things, it's something he can't bring himself to say out loud.

in my time of dying by owbobmyhead, 5k, Not Rated. he just wanted to go home

Trans Gee and cis Frank by CaseyBenSullivan, Frank/Gerard, 10k, Explicit. After dating for a while, Gee finally takes the plunge and lets Frank see that he's trans.

Barriers by Brndn1095, Frank/Gerard, 14k, Explicit. After the Projekt Revolution kiss. You know the one. Frank wants Gerard, seems straight forward enough, but Frank worries Gerard isn't into him because he's transgender.

I Can't Anymore by totallyinnocent, 924 words, General Audiences. Jet and Poison hear a noise coming from outside, they move to investigate and didn't except at all what they found.

#fic rec list #frank/gerard #lindsey/gerard #frank/jamia #bert/gerard #trans characters

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Scream Out ‘What Will Save Us?’

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 15. Prompt: “Catharsis.”

Your band just broke up, and you’re trying to force yourself be okay with that. But, when you visit Frank, at his home in New Jersey, he advises you to be honest with your feelings. You find that he has some things to get off his chest, too.

It had been six months now, since My Chemical Romance broke up. You hadn’t done much since then, except move back to your house in New Jersey, and….sit there. For the last eleven years of your life, you’d drummed for a living, and life had moved to a frenetic pace. There was always another city to travel to, another show to play. But, now? Life was suddenly at a standstill.

You didn’t have to do anything for a living now, you supposed. The royalties alone, could probably sustain you, for years to come. Perhaps a millionaire like yourself, had no right to complain. Bullets You would, after all, kill to have Current You’s problems.

But, having lived at both extremes, you found that being functionally homeless, in a dirty van with your four best friends, was more enjoyable, than being all alone, in this spotless mansion. You hadn’t joined My Chemical Romance to make money. There were other things that mattered more - the joy of spending time with friends, who slowly became more like family. The creative fulfillment, of writing a piece of music, and then having ten thousand fans sing along with the tune. These were the things, that made your life meaningful.

These were the things, that you had now lost.

The Way brothers - who, up until recently, had felt like your own brothers - were still residing in Los Angeles. Ray, too, had stayed on the West Coast. You hadn’t seen them since the decision was made, to disband. You weren’t sure that you even wanted to.

But Frank - good, old, loyal Frank, who had known you longer than any of them - was merely a few miles down the road. Perhaps today was a good day to pay him a visit.

You called him on your cell, and he answered the phone, almost immediately. Like you, he probably had nothing better to do.

“Hey, Y/N,” Frank said in a tired voice. “How are you doing?”

“Alright,” you shrugged. “Just bored, I guess. How are you?”

“Not so good,” Frank confessed. “I’ve been having, like, the worst stomachaches.”

“Oh, no,” you said sympathetically. “Do you want me to bring you some medicine?”

“The doc says I have a bacterial overgrowth of the small intestine,” Frank explained.

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“It means your drug-store Pepto ain’t gonna do shit for me,” Frank chuckled bitterly. “I got prescription pills for it, but it still hurts like a bitch. Some company might take my mind off the pain, though.”

“So...I can come over?” you asked hopefully.

“Please do,” Frank agreed. “It’ll at least give me a reason, to get out of bed.”

You chose not to mention that, at two o’clock in the afternoon, you had yet to find a reason to get out of bed yourself.

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Frank’s house was nowhere near the main road. You had to drive through nearly half a mile of trees, just to reach his front door. He had selected this property partially because he loved nature - and partially because hated people.

You supposed you couldn’t blame him, for trying to avoid having nosy fans show up on his doorstep. The only person who always seemed welcome on his doorstep, no matter the hour, was you.

You found him sitting on his front steps, his acoustic guitar in his hands. The melody he was playing drifted over the air, as you got out of the car, and approached him.

“Is that...Disenchanted?” you recognized instantly.

“,,,..Yeah,” Frank sighed, his inked hands ceasing their strumming. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Frankie,” you frowned. “What made you decide to play that one today?”

“I don’t know,” Frank said sadly. “Doesn’t it feel strange to you? Knowing that we’re never going to play that song onstage again?”

“Or any of them,” you noted. “If I had known that set at Bamboozle would be the last gig we ever played, I would have tried harder, to make it count.”

“You and me both,” Frank said wistfully. “But, anyway….it’s a nice day. Do you want to take a walk with me?”

“Sure,” you nodded, extending your hand to help him up. “As long as you’re feeling up to it.”

“I’ll be fine,” Frank assured you, groaning as he stood. “C’mon.”

You followed him, around the house, through his backyard, and from there, into the woods, that sat behind his home. The trees were beginning to lose their leaves, and the sky has turned overcast, and grey. Summer, you supposed, was just another thing that wouldn’t last.

“Careful,” Frank warned, “there’s a brook up ahead.”

You saw that was what he said was true. The small body of water separated the hill from the valley, in the same way that a garotte wire separated a head from a neck.

“Take my hand,” Frank offered. “I don’t want you to fall.”

You found yourself blushing, as his calloused fingers, intertwined with your own. He pulled you up onto a rock, in the center of the brook.

“Are we going to have to jump?” you guessed.

“Yeah, but don’t worry,” Frank said softly, “I got you.”

He leapt from the rock, to the other side of the brook. Still holding hands, you leapt with him. Just as he’d promised, you made it to the other side safely.

“It’s just a little further now,” Frank assured you.

“What is?” you wondered.

“You’ll see,” he replied cryptically. He could have let go of your hand, but instead, he kept it held tightly in his own. You didn’t mind.

“....Whoa,” you gasped, as you realized, that you’d arrived at your destination. You were at the top of a cliff. From here, you could see the whole city, stretched out before you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Frank admired.

“Yes!” you gasped. “Thank you for bringing up here! The view was totally worth the hike.”

“I’m lucky as hell, to have a hidden gem like this, on my property,” Frank confessed. “I like to come up here sometimes, when I need to think.”

“....What have you been thinking about lately?” you asked, sitting down on a boulder.

“What happened with the band, of course,” Frank admitted, sitting down beside you. “I just….I don’t know. Gerard’s decision felt so sudden. It was like having the wind knocked out of me.”

“Yeah,” you recalled. “It was like….it wasn’t fun anymore to him, so he just….dropped it. Like it was nothing.”

“I’m not gonna pretend, that being in My Chem, was sunshine and roses all the time,” Frank acknowledged. “Sometimes, touring sucked.”

“It did,” you admitted. “I hated the early bus calls, and the jet lag, that never seemed to go away. But, I don’t know. It was worth it, to go through all that, if it meant I would end my day, on a stage with you.”

“I guess it wasn’t worth it to him anymore,” Frank frowned. “But, what can you do? You can’t continue a band, without its frontman.”

“I guess our time was just up,” you shrugged. “All we can do, is move on.”

“I know it was messing up his mental health, trying to write the new record,” Frank said, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “It’s not right for us to ask him to keep doing something that’s hurting him.”

“You’re right,” you sighed. “It’s not fair, to risk causing him another relapse, or something, just because we thought the album could’ve gone somewhere.”

“But now, you and me?” Frank grumbled, lighting a cigarette, and taking a drag. “We’re not gonna go fucking anywhere.”

“We’re right back where we started,” you realized. “Stuck in the same little town in New Jersey, where it all began.”

You and Frank, had been in another local band, called Pencey Prep. That band had broken up, and then Gerard, had asked you two, to join My Chemical Romance. Even before you’d become a member, you’d known just from listening to the demos, that this band would be something special. They’d captivated every soul, in the shitty dive bar, where you’d gone to see them play.

After you and Frank joined their ranks, things began to pick up speed so quickly. Local bars, turned into clubs on the other side of the state. And then you’d attracted the interest of a major label. And then, the next thing you knew, you were playing in fucking Japan. Clubs turned into arenas. Obscurity turned into infamy. You’d done things, you never thought, you would have an opportunity to do. It was a wild ride. And it was….over now.

“It makes me want to scream sometimes,” you said honestly.

“So, do it,” Frank said, exhaling smoke.

“....What?” you blinked, staring back at him.

“Go on and scream,” he suggested. “I mean, we’re in the middle of nowhere. Nobody’s going to hear you, except for me.”

“You’re serious?” you gaped.

“Yeah,” Frank nodded. “Honestly? I think it would be cathartic.”

He had a point - you’d been trying to hold a lot of emotions inside you, since everything went down. Maybe what you really needed, was to let them out.

You went and stood, on the edge of the cliff, and looked out, onto the horizon. You took a deep breath, and tilted your head back.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” you cried.

You turned back, and saw that Frank was laughing.

“....Did that feel good?” he grinned.

“....Honestly, yeah, it did!” you admitted. It felt even better, to see a smile on his face, for the first time today.

“You should just...feel what you feel, Y/N,” Frank advised. “You say we’re supposed to move on, and maybe that’s the narrative the fans want to hear. Like, they’re sad that they’ll never hear their favorite band live again. And it makes them feel better, to think, well, the band members did this, because it’s what made them the happiest.”

“But, we don’t feel happy,” you argued. “At least, not all of us do.”

“What do you feel?” Frank asked seriously.

“I feel….lost,” you described. “Like, I don’t know what my next move is supposed to be. The whole world knew me as My Chemical Romance’s drummer, for pretty much all of my twenties. Now, I’m hitting my thirties and...I don’t know who I am. I don’t know where we go from here.”

“Well, I know that I want to keep making music,” Frank decided. “Even if nobody else wants to hear it, I’ll play it for myself.”

“I want to hear it,” you said seriously. “Did you write something recently?”

“Yeah,” Frank said shyly, stubbing his cigarette out into the dirt. “I actually did start writing a song, the other day.”

“Play it for me,” you pleaded.

“I don’t know,” Frank blushed. “I wrote some lyrics, but….you know I don’t have the gift for singing, that Gerard does.”

“You sang in Pencey,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, that was twelve years ago!” Frank scoffed. “Who knows if I even remember how?”

“I know you can do it,” you encouraged him.

“The lyrics, they’re not all that nice,” Frank warned. “I didn’t write them to be radio friendly. I just wrote them, because I needed to get the thoughts out of my head.”

“You needed your catharsis,” you nodded understandingly.

“Yeah,” Frank sighed. “But….if you really want to hear it, Y/N, I’ll play it for you.”

He took out his guitar, and set it on his lap. Hesitant fingers plucked the strings. You listened, with rapt attention, as he began to sing:

Some things change but they don't get better

I'm so sick and so tired of trying to tell them that

I'll never do it, no I'll never make it alone

But pay no mind, it fades in time

Don't we all?

Someone I love threw me away

But I don't mind, no I don't mind at all

“That’s bullshit, Frank,” you interrupted. “You do mind.”

“.....Of course I fucking mind,” Frank snapped. He looked up from his guitar, and you realized, that he had tears in his eyes.

You moved over to where he sat, and pulled him into a hug.

“It’s okay,” you told him gently.

“It’s not,” Frank shook his head. “I gave my blood, sweat, and tears….my heart and my soul, to that band. I thought you and I were going to be in My Chemical Romance for the rest of our lives.”

“What, like Mick Jagger?” you tried to smile. “Rocking out, even in his sixties?”

“I don’t know,” Frank said, burying his face in his hands. “Maybe I’m the stupid one, for thinking that something like that, could last forever.”

“You’re not stupid,” you said softly. “The truth is….I wanted it to last forever, too. It was the best thing I’d ever done. And now, I don’t know what else I can do with the rest of my life, that could even come close.”

“If I decided to play that song, in front of other people, someday,” Frank asked, “would you play the drums for me?”

“Of course,” you promised. “Frank, I’d jump at the chance to get onstage with you again. You should know that.”

“I feel like I don’t know anything anymore!” Frank said vulnerably. “Everything I thought I could count on, is slipping through my fingers. I feel lost. Just like you said. And I’m aching all the time, Y/N. What if you’re the next thing, that I lose?”

“I’ll never leave you, Frank,” you vowed. “It’s been you and me, from the very beginning. I couldn’t imagine a life that didn’t have you in it….in one way, or another.”

“You met me when you joined Pencey. But now, for the first time in my entire life, you’re not my band mate anymore,” Frank choked. “So…what am I to you?”

“You’re my best friend,” you whispered, pulling him close. “And you could be more than that, if you wanted to.”

“Wh-What are you saying?” Frank gasped.

“Frank….,” you took a deep breath. “The truth is, that I always wanted you. I never told you how I felt, because I thought, if we got into a relationship, and broke up, it would destroy our ability to work together. But….you’re right. We’re not bandmates anymore. So, I have nothing left to lose. I...I love you.”

“You….love me?” Frank repeated, eyes wide.

“Yes.” You put it all out there. “Yes, Frank, you’re the one I love. And if you would have me, I swear to you, I would never throw you away.”

Frank surged forward, grabbing you by the collar, and pulling you in for a passionate kiss. Your startled mouth was suddenly full of his tongue. It felt so good.

“....Frankie!” you gasped, pulling away. “You...you actually want me back?”

“Of course I do,” Frank breathed. “It drives me absolutely fucking crazy, that we’ve both been burying our feelings this whole time, to protect a career, that no longer exists.”

“...Then at least I still have you,” you whispered, and pulled him in again. He tasted like smoke and desperation.

His body pressed against yours as he kissed you harder, pushing you down, against the hard rocks. His hands found the buttons of your blouse.

“....Frank,” you stopped him. “We should go back down, to your house, if we’re going to do this.”

“You’re right,” he chuckled. “My bed is a lot softer.”

“Take me there,” you begged, laying your lips on him again.

“Oh,” Frank promised, “I’ll take you all night.”

#frank iero x reader #frank iero imagine #gothtober #band member reader

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