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thewordworrier · 6 months

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This Place Is Too Crowded - Too Many Cool Kids

From this post by Ieromoon 🖤 Word Count: 2,060 words. Notes: ~ Title from: 22 [Taylor's Version] - Taylor Swift ~ A little, soft insight into the relationship between the guitarist and the tour manager. Reading through my massive files the other day and I decided that this could probably work as a stand alone. This is the kinda thing I mean when I talk about writing scenarios/situations/snippets.

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[Revenge Era, clearly.]

“Alright darlin’s,” Shelly closed the door to the green room behind her, bringing in and handing out a few things they’d asked for. “How’re we all doing in here?”

“Not bad, Shell!” Lux was practically vibrating - she always got really excited for live shows, no matter how small they might be.

Gerard glanced at their excited drummer, a small smile on his face. “Did you find out the numbers?”

“The…” Shelly blinked at him. “Oh! The numbers!”

Frank sipped his drink, returned it to the table and went to pick at some of the food.

“Yeah,” Shelly continued. “It’s a big crowd out there. Like, massive.”

“How massive?” Mikey piped up from the corner.

Frank stopped, putting down whatever it was he’d been considering eating, suddenly not that hungry.

Shelly hummed, pausing for a moment, which made the whole band look at her. “Seven and a half thousand people.”

“Seventy five hundred?” Lux repeated.

She watched as Shelly had to actually pause and visibly buffer as she computed and retranslated that verbal assault, before Shelly nodded in confirmation.

“Wow.”

“That’s almost insane,” Ray bounced his knee a little, sitting next to Mikey.

Frank, who had been pacing the room slightly, made his way to the couch opposite Gerard, slowly sinking onto it, not really hearing as the rest of the band and Shelly started talking about… Whatever it was. He didn’t pick up on that as he started trying to fight back his fight or flight - heavy on the flight response.

Shelly was half listening to Gerard as he started comparing the size of the crowd to… Other things, and half watching Frank, having noticed him slowly sink onto the couch. It was like all the energy had been sucked out of him and that was unusual.

Gerard could tell that her attention was wavering - he was after all quite familiar with what it looked (and felt) like when she gave him her full, completely undivided attention, so he glanced over at his bandmate, who had started massaging his inner elbow. Gerard hurriedly looked over to Shelly to see that she had already noticed this and was already by Frank’s side, leaning down to speak, no doubt softly, in his ear. He looked up at her and nodded before getting to his feet and following her out of the room.

Shelly led him down the corridor slightly. “Privacy or open space?”

“Privacy.”

“Okay,” she nodded, opened a door and checked inside before tugging him into a smaller dressing room.

Once inside, Shelly let Frank hurriedly pace for a moment or two.

“Frankie.”

He stopped and turned to see her within arms’ reach instead of over by the door. She smiled softly and gently before she reached for him.

“C’mere,” she whispered.

Frank didn’t really need telling twice - he wrapped his arms around her and leant his chin on her shoulder. She hummed and started to rub up and down his back, feeling his hands move to her waist.

“It’s alright,” she murmured. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he echoed her volume. “I shouldn’t be nervous like this. It’s not like I have to remember the words as much as Gee, while putting on a show at the same time, or remember the rhythm like Lux or -”

“Frank.”

He hummed and slid his arms back around her waist.

“Don’t be like that,” Shelly continued, guiding him over to a table, pulling out the chair and making him sit in it. “You’re allowed to be nervous. It’s okay to be nervous.”

“I think it’s more than just nerves, I think it’s actual fright,” he sat down as she made him and automatically went back to massaging his inner elbow.

Shelly leant against the table. “That’s allowed too, you know.”

Frank sighed and his gaze dropped to the floor.

“Darling,” Shelly whispered, moving close enough to rest her hand on his shoulder. “It’s alright. I get that it’s a lot of pressure, it’s more than alright to be nervous.”

Frank hummed to show that he was listening before leaning his head against her hand a bit.

“What do you need me to do?” She asked, moving closer. “You need another hug? You need me to stand in the press pit?”

“I don’t think you’ll need to do that,” Frank shook his head gently as he looked around the room, catching sight of the two seater couch.

Shelly watched him as he moved, going to sit on the couch instead of in the chair. He settled comfortably before patting his lap.

“I could do with that other hug though.”

“And that involves me sitting in your lap?” She asked, pushing herself away from the table and heading over to sit with him.

“Mm hm,” he patted the spot between him and the arm of the sofa, getting her to sit almost bridal style with her legs over his lap. Once she was settled, he shifted to lean his head against her shoulder, shuffling closer to her neck.

Shelly hummed softly and let him do as he wanted - she was pretty guilty of that with all of them, to be perfectly honest though. Once he stopped shifting around, she felt him snuggle against her and wrap his arms around her waist tightly.

“Is that better?” She whispered, one arm going around him while the other stroked his hair, specifically the shorter part of his mohawk.

“Mmmm.”

Shelly giggled softly at his contentment. “Hmn, well, okay, but don’t fall asleep there. You do have a show to play after all.”

“I know,” Frank mumbled, sniffing her a bit. “You smell nice, you know.”

“Thanks, I should hope so,” she gently scratched the side of his head, running the tips of her nails through the sides of his hair again - she knew that he liked this because a) he would wriggle a bit every time she did it and b) he’d told her.

“Do you think you’ll buzz this off again or do you think you’ll grow it out?”

“Think I might start growing it out now, but I haven’t fully decided yet,” Frank hummed as she petted him. It really was helping. “I think I’m still a bit nervous.”

“About the hair or the show?”

“The show. If I don’t like the hair, it’ll grow, or can be cut or whatever.”

“Mm, that’s right. It does that.”

“You’re not allowed to cut yours though,” Frank lifted his head from her shoulder and moved his hand to tuck some loose hair behind her ear. “We don’t get to see it down enough to admire it as much, but it’s so nice when we can.”

Shelly went a little pink, both at the compliment and his proximity. The position could almost be considered fairly intimate by most people’s standards but… They were close. He’d looked after her when she’d been bleeding once or twice, and she was always looking out for him because of his sensitivities. And she’d do that even if it wasn’t a part of her job too. Plus, he was in a relationship and Shelly wasn’t a homewrecker. She wasn’t like that. And actually, she knew he wasn’t either - no matter how much he flirted with her, she knew that he’d never cross that line. He loved Jamia too much, and Shelly tried to keep some resemblance of professionalism. The key word there was tried because, she really did, but she was so fond of them all already and so protective of them. And, more importantly, she guessed, she was incredibly dedicated to getting the best for them to help their career.

“Is that your way of saying that you want to get your fingers in my hair?” Shelly asked him.

Frank grinned at her. “It’s so pretty though. I like playing with it.”

“That does seem to soothe you,” Shelly shifted a bit so she could check the time on her phone. She frowned at the screen for a moment before pocketing it and starting to pull some of the pins out of her hair.

Frank lit up when he realised what she was doing, and started to help untwist her hair until it was looser and he could coil it around his fingers. He hummed. “Thanks Shell.”

“It’s alright Frank,” she glanced down at his fingers. “I just hope people don’t talk.”

Frank ever so gently tugged on the lock of hair coiled around his fingers to get her attention. “Hey, don’t worry about that. You know we’ll fight that. I’ll fight that. We’ll fight for you Shell.”

She smiled softly. “Thanks Frankie. I appreciate that.”

“I mean it y’know,” he unwound her hair from his fingers and tucked it behind her ear. “I’ll fight for you. We all will.”

Shelly held her arms out and Frank more than willingly pulled her into a hug, letting her lean against him this time. He hummed and leant his cheek against the top of her head.

“I really do appreciate that,” she mumbled.

“We appreciate you,” he squeezed her. “And I appreciate you especially.”

They sat together, cuddling, for a few more minutes before Shelly moved so she could check her phone again.

“How are you feeling?” She asked.

“Prepared to fight,” Frank grinned at her. “Not just for you, but like, instead of flight.”

Shelly beamed. “Yeah? Good! You know you’ve got this.”

“Yeah.”

“And hey,” she removed herself from him, got to her feet and helped him up. “If I get my way, this number of people will be small in comparison to your future audiences.”

Shelly didn’t see the look he gave her as they made their way back to the others. It wasn’t a look of fear, it was more a look of affection and, almost admiration? Her belief in them was so strong, so unwavering and… It was kinda incredible.

She stopped outside the door to the room the others were in and looked at him. “You good to go back in?”

Frank held up a finger in a ‘wait a minute’ signal before glancing around. Shelly tilted her head as she watched him do this before he kissed her cheek.

“Now I am.”

Shelly giggled softly, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. “Hmn! Okay then!”

They headed back into the greenroom with the rest of the band, who all looked up as the door opened. She stood aside and ushered Frank in first. The rest of the group all relaxed in union as Frank returned to them looking much, much better - more relaxed and happier.

The band greeted them both before returning to their previous conversations. Frank goes to sit next to Gerard and Shelly returns to her paperwork, although she does look up to check up on Frank every so often.

“Better dude?” Gerard asked quietly.

Frank nodded before he glanced up at Shelly. He caught her looking at him and grinned at her. She smiled back, shook her head slightly and pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“Yeah,” Frank turned back to Gerard before he tilted his head towards Shelly. “She…”

Gerard’s face broke into a bright smile, almost too quickly. “She’s quite something.”

Frank smiled slyly. “Quite something. A good something?”

“Oh yeah,” Gerard kept his voice kinda low, looking over towards Shelly to see her changing into sneakers instead of her heels. “Definitely a good something.”

“She’s definitely good to look at, huh?”

Gerard hummed appreciatively but focused on his hands in his lap for a moment. “She’s more than that though.”

“Yeah,” Frank smiled, less of a grin and way more of a soft, genuine smile. “She’s the real deal, a proper diamond.”

“A platinum piece,” Gerard said. His voice was soft, almost wistful and he was half watching Shelly pull her hair back into a simple ponytail instead of pinning it back and up like it was before she’d gone to soothe Frank.

Frank nodded as they watched Shelly step outside the room with her phone. “Absolutely. We really have to keep a hold of her.”

“Totally agree,” Gerard said quietly.

Shelly returned, closing the door quietly. “Alright guys, ten minute warning! Almost time to go…” She paused and frowned a little, sounding a little unsure. “Kick some ass? Shred some faces?”

“God you’re so cute,” Frank laughed.

“Either way, almost time to go and put on a show.”

#She Speaks #She Writes #my fanfic #MCR fanfic #this was written in August 2023

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rpf-bat · 4 years

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To Join The Black Parade

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 11. Prompt: “Death Parade”.

You receive an unexpected phone call, from your old friend Gerard. He asks you if you’d like to play a role, in the upcoming music video, for ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’. But, when he sees you on set, something comes over him, that neither of you ever expected.

You sat in the studio, in front of a blank canvas. You glanced up at the diploma, hanging in on the wall, in the corner. It was proof that you had graduated from SVA, with a Bachelor of Fine Arts. But, despite being certifiably good at art (on paper), you still felt like an impostor, on days like this, when you had no inspiration at all.

Your brush hovered over the empty white space, when, suddenly, you were interrupted, by the sound of the phone ringing. As soon as you saw who was calling, your expression brightened.

“Hi, Y/N,” greeted the familiar voice of Gerard Way. Simply hearing your old friend speak, was enough to make your spirits, instantly lift.

“Hi, Gee,” you smiled, moving the phone closer to your ear. “How have you been?”

Even though you talked on the phone all the time, you hadn’t seen him in person, since last summer. He had briefly returned to New Jersey, to play a Warped Tour gig. You’d hung out with him afterwards, backstage. It had been so fun - and yet, so fleeting.

“I’ve been good,” Gerard replied jovially. “I’m sorry for calling you so early, though.”

“It’s not early,” you chuckled. “It’s like, eleven o’clock.”

“Well, here, it’s only eight,” Gerard reminded you.

The East Coast was no longer his home base. He had moved to Los Angeles, a few years ago, when his band started to take off. This put him in the Pacific time zone, three hours behind you.

“How’s California treating you?” you asked. “Still staying in that weird haunted house?”

“Nah, we’re done recording the album now,” Gerard updated you. “We’re actually getting ready to film the music video, that’s gonna go with the lead single.”

“Oh, cool!” you said, interested. “What’s the single’s title?”

“It’s called ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’,” Gerard revealed cryptically.

“What’s the Black Parade?” you asked curiously.

“I have this concept for the video - well, for the whole album, really,” Gerard explained. “This guy is like, dying of cancer, and Death comes for him, in the form of his favorite childhood memory.”

“The memory is….a parade?” you guessed.

“That’s right!”, Gerard confirmed. “I kind of based it off, like, when my dad would take me and Mikey into the city, at Thanksgiving time, to see the Macy’s parade.”

“Oh, of course,” you nodded. As a fellow New Jersey native, only a ferry-ride away from the Big Apple, you had grown up going to the parade every autumn, too.

“So, this whole, like, procession of marchers, is gonna welcome The Patient into the afterlife,” Gerard went on.

“That sounds amazing,” you said honestly. “I can’t wait to see the video, when it’s finished.”

“That’s actually what I was calling you about,” Gerard confessed slyly. “We’re gonna have a lot of extras in this video shoot. Like I said, a whole parade of people. I was wondering, if you might want to be in it?”

“You want me to be in the music video?”, you repeated, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” Gerard grinned. “I just thought, it would be really nice, to see you again, and have you be a part of this whole art project with me.”

Art project. That was one way to describe it. Gerard was a big Hollywood star now, with fans all over the globe. But, he still talked about the album his band was working on, in the same way, that he used to talk to you about the comics he wanted to write. Deep down, he was still the same storyteller that you used to see in class every day.

“Gerard, I would love to,” you accepted the offer, immediately. “I’ve missed you. It’s going to be so great, to hang out again.”

“I can’t wait,” Gerard said happily. “Don’t even worry about the airfare, I can get the label to fly you out.”

“Thank you,” you said giddily. You couldn’t wait to see your old friend again.

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The flight to Los Angeles was long, but uneventful, and the day of the video shoot, arrived before you knew it. You gasped, when you walked in, and saw the set. There was a huge parade float, surrounded by a desolate, gray landscape. You wondered how long it had taken the set designers to put it together. You felt nervous, as you watched the other extras milling about, most of them already in costume.

They’re real actors, you thought anxiously. I’m just some random person.

Your nerves eased, as soon as you heard a voice behind you.

“Y/N, you made it!” Gerard said delightedly. You turned to face him.

“Whoa!” you gasped. “Your hair!”

“I know, it’s a big change,” Gerard laughed, running his hand through his short-cropped, bleach-blonde locks. Last time you had seen him, his hair had been dark, and down to his shoulders.

“What do you think?” he asked, seemingly a little self-conscious.

“It’s very different,” you said honestly, “But, I like it. A new look, to signify a new era!”

“Exactly,” Gerard nodded. “See, I knew you would get it….I gotta tell the guys you’re here. They’re gonna be psyched, to see you again.”

“I’m psyched to see Mikey, and Frankie, and Toro again, too,” you grinned. They were all old friends of yours.

“Oh, but first, I gotta introduce you to the director,” Gerard remembered. “His name’s Samuel Bayer. He’s amazing - he’s the same guy that directed the music video for ‘Bullet With Butterfly Wings’, back in the day.”

“No way!” you gasped. ‘Bullet’ was your favorite Smashing Pumpkins song.

“I know, right?” Gerard grinned. “And just last year, he did some really cool videos with Green Day, like ‘American Idiot’. I’m so happy that we were able to get him to work with us, on this video. I think it’s going to be amazing.”

“You’re such a flatterer, Gerard,” said a dark-haired man, walking over to you. “Hi, I’m Samuel.”

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself, shaking the director’s hand.

“I heard you’re an SVA grad, too, right?” Samuel smiled.

“Yeah, Gerard and I both graduated in ‘99,” you nodded. “You went, there, too?”

“Yeah, I was in the class of ‘87,” Samuel explained.

“Wow...small world.”

“For sure,” Samuel laughed. “Anyway, Y/N, are you ready to get changed into your costume?”

“What am I going to wear?” you wondered.

“Oh, you’re going to love it,” Gerard gushed. “We had Colleen Atwood design all the costumes for us. She’s incredible.”

“She’s the same lady, who designed the costumes for Edward Scissorhands,” Samuel added informatively.

“Whoa,” you gaped. This really was an all-star film crew. Did you really belong here?

“Here’s your outfit,” Samuel smiled, handing you in the garment bag. “Go ahead and get changed, we’ll meet you back here in five.”

“O-okay,” you gulped, suddenly unsure, if you could pull the role off - no matter how small it was.

“Don’t worry,” Gerard assured you. “I know you better than anyone, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll do great.”

“Thanks,” you said softly, calmed by his words.

“I have to go fake-sing for the camera,” Gerard chuckled. “I’ll see you soon.”

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You took the garment bag into the bathroom, unzipping it, to reveal the costume inside.

The jacket, you noticed, was black, with a marching band style collar - pretty similar to what Gerard was wearing, when you walked in. The only difference was that yours was sleeveless. Instead of pants, your jacket was paired with a black skirt.

You hesitantly changed into the outfit. You flushed, when you looked at yourself in the mirror. The skirt was short - almost too short.

You didn’t wear things like this very often. You constantly got paint on your clothes, so you never wanted to wear anything too fancy. It would just get ruined. Most of the time, you could be found in oversized sweaters, and ratty jeans.

I can’t refuse to wear it, though, you told yourself. Even if it feels kind of uncomfortable….Gerard spent a lot of time and money to bring me out here. The least I can do, is play my role, without complaining.

You walked back onto the set, your legs feeling cold and exposed. Gerard and the band had just wrapped a scene on the float, miming playing their instruments.

“Cut!” Samuel called. “Okay, I think that was a good take!”

Done with his part, Gerard strolled back over to you.

“.....Wow,” he gaped when he laid eyes on you, his eyes widening.

“Wow, what?” you blinked, feeling self-conscious.

“Wow, you look amazing,” Gerard said, blushing. “I...I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear something like this before.”

“Oh, you think it suits me?” you asked hesitantly. You hadn’t expected this reaction.

“Absolutely,” Gerard complimented. “Have you been...working out?”

“Oh, you mean, my legs?” you realized, blushing. “Yeah, I’ve been jogging a lot…”

He stared at your uncovered thighs, making your cheeks turn hot.

“Ah, there’s my Fear!” Samuel smiled, walking over to you.

“Fear?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, you’ll be playing the role of Fear,” Samuel explained, “and this young lady here, will be playing Regret.”

He indicated a petite actress, whose costume was identical to yours. “Regret” gave you a friendly wave.

“As soon as you’re done in the makeup chair, you ladies can do your scene with Lukas,” Samuel directed.

“Who’s Lukas?” you asked.

“Lukas Haas is playing The Patient,” Gerard explained. “He’s a great actor.”

“Oh, our main character,” you nodded. “Ok, I guess I better head over there!”

You were surprised, how Gerard’s eyes seemed to follow you, as you walked away. It was almost as if he didn’t want you to leave his side.

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“Ok, we’re going to start moving the parade float forward!” Samuel announced. “Processioners, I need you to start walking forward, beside it, okay?”

You stood in line, and at his signal, you and the rest of the ‘parade’ began to march forward, towards the camera. You tried not to glance up too obviously at Gerard, who was standing on top of the float, beside you. The guys were up there with him, in matching marching band jackets. You had to admit, it was a striking look.

Lukas stumbled towards the front of the parade, wearing his hospital gown and slippers. He looked confused, and sad - a befitting expression, for a character, who was supposed to be newly deceased.

“Ok, cut!” Samuel called out. “Gerard, you’re going to lean over the side of the float, and put the medal on Lukas, okay?”

“Ok,” Gerard nodded, dangling a military-ish cross on a chain. “Like this?”

“Perfect,” Samuel praised. “Now, I need my Fear and Regret, to come stand on either side of Lukas, okay?”

“R-Right,” you stammered, moving to the spot on Lukas’ right that Samuel was pointing at.

“Now, Fear and Regret are going to kiss The Patient on the cheek,” Samuel explained.

“They’re what?” Gerard frowned, his expression turning suddenly sour.

“It’s in the script,” Samuel reminded him.

“Just on the cheek?” you clarified.

“Yeah,” Regret confirmed. “You do one, and I’ll lean in, and do the other, at the same time.”

“Oh, okay,” you shrugged. “I can do that.”

Sure, it felt a little awkward, since you’d just met Lukas twenty minutes ago. But, at least it wasn’t on the mouth, or anything.

Samuel signaled for the camera man to start filming again, and you leaned over, in sync with Regret, and planted a peck on the actor’s face.

“Cut!” Samuel shouted. “Ladies, I’m sorry, I need you to do that again.”

“Why?!” Gerard demanded. “I thought that take was fine.”

“Because you were making a face in the background,” Samuel groaned.

“N-No I wasn’t!” Gerard denied, blushing.

“You were,” Samuel insisted. “You’re supposed to have a neutral expression, and be looking at the camera. But, you were looking down at them instead.”

“You were pouting, dude,” Frank teased. “Come on, let’s try it again.”

You repeated the take, leaning over, and kissing Lukas’ cheek again.

“Cut!” Samuel called again, looking frustrated. “Gerard, the rest of the band was looking at the camera just fine. You’re still staring downwards, with that surly expression.”

“I’m not surly,” Geraed argued. “I was making a totally normal face.”

“No, he’s right,” Mikey shook his head. “You weren’t looking, where you were supposed to look at all.”

“Let’s give it one more try,” Gerard sighed. “I promise, I’ll get it right this time.”

I hope so, you thought with a frown. How many times, am I going to have to put my lips on this guy’s face today?

“You know what,” Samuel shrugged, “why don’t we just take a break for lunch, and try again in thirty?”

This was fine with you - you were already bored, with the repetition. You wished you knew what was throwing Gerard off.

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You found Gerard by the craft services table, listlessly eating a handful of Cheetos.

“Are you okay?” you asked him softly, as you filled your own plate with snacks.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Gerard insisted. “Don’t worry about me.”

“What is it that you’re having trouble with?” you wondered. “I mean, all you’re doing in that scene, is standing still up there, right?”

“Yeah, it shouldn’t be this hard,” Gerard frowned. “I don’t know….something about watching you plant one on Lukas, is just getting on my nerves.”

“Why’s that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I….I don’t know,” Gerard blushed. “I just don’t want you touching him, for some reason.”

“You’re the one, who called me, and asked me to play this specific role,” you reminded him.

“I know I did,” Gerard acknowledged. “I just….I didn’t think it would bother me this much.”

“Why does it bother you?” you asked. “Like, what is it that goes through your head, when you see me do that?”

“I guess I feel…..jealous,” Gerard admitted shyly, dropping his voice, so only you would hear.

“.....Jealous?” you repeated, heart pounding. What was he saying?

Gerard’s whole face turned red, and he stared downwards, suddenly very interested in his shoes.

“....Gee,” you whispered, touching his arm. “Look at me...are you telling me, that you wish, I was kissing your cheek, instead?”

You two had been friends for almost a decade now, but he had never made a move on you, or given you any indication that he desired anything more, than a platonic relationship. But….the truth was, you’d always found him incredibly handsome.

Gerard’s hazel eyes glanced up, hesitantly meeting yours.

“As soon as I saw you walk out here, in that skirt,” Gerard confessed, his voice soft and husky, “I wanted to kiss you, on far more, than just your cheeks.”

“....You want to kiss me on the mouth?” you realized, your face and body going suddenly so hot.

“God help me, I do,” Gerard breathed.

“.....Do it,” you said breathlessly. Secretly, you’d wanted this, for years.

“But, there’s people all around us!” Gerard said shyly.

You looked up, and saw that he was right. Actors and actresses were starting to form a line around the table, eager to grab food to snack on.

“.....Come with me,” you said impulsively, and dragged him by the arm, into the powder room, where you’d gotten changed earlier.

“Y-Y/N, what are you doing?” Gerard stammered. “This is the girls’ room…..I’m not supposed to be in here….I don’t want to get caught….”

“Then be real quiet, then,” you shushed him, and pulled him in for a searing kiss.

His shyness seemed to melt away, as his lips crashed into yours. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tighter, as the kiss deepened.

“....Gee!” you gasped, coming up for air. You never saw this coming from him.

“Y/N, I want to make you mine,” Gerard panted, eager to taste your lips again. “Mine, and mine alone.”

You kissed him again. Your hands twisted into his newly short hair. You’d wanted this forever, but you never expected it to actually happen. He tasted so sweet, and his touch was so startlingly possessive.

“Honey,” you purred, grabbing him by his jacket collar, “I’m already yours.”

#gerard way x reader #gerard way imagine #gothtober

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mychemicalficrecs · 4 years

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hey! ur blog is hella cool, do you have any summer of like era petekey fics, especially angst stuff? tysm!

Thank you so much, Nonny! I found some stuff for you :D

Angsty Mikey/Pete Summer of Like

Suddenly Last Summer by romanticalgirl, 12k, Mature. On summer never ends. One summer never begins. One summer is the Summer of Like

is your button fly a metaphor by rivers_bend, 8k, Explicit. written for the prompt: Pete is always his own worst enemy.

white teeth teens are out by marilynmansonfuckme, 1k, Teen And Up Audiences. we wouldn't be seen dead here in the day / i guess you're lucky that it's dark now

Better Off as Lovers by young_thrills_and_kills, 918 words, Not Rated. Pete sits up so quickly that he nearly slams his head into the bunk above him— Patrick’s bunk, he remembers distractedly. “Gerard?” he asks, disbelief coloring his voice. ~~~~~~~~ Pete's an insomniac. Gerard wants to talk about his brother.

white denim jackets by avapacifica, 2k, Teen And Up Audiencess. Mikey doesn't want things to end with Pete, but he knows they have to

Better Off As Lovers by thecelliabration, 1k, Teen And Up Audiences. He doesn't—can't—continue his sentence. Mikey squeezes his fingers, tight. "I know," Mikey murmurs. "I know, Pete."

Symphonies of the overdosed by DisasterSoundtrack, 5k, Mature. Each and every line Pete writes is about Mikey. About how his hair falls over his forehead. About his black T-shirts washed in the sink and how he needs two cups of coffee in the morning to function. Every line is truth and truth alone, every line about the friendship that is too real and the something more that is not real at all. Pete waits in a hotel lobby in New York City for the ‘what if’ he loves the most. For the best he’ll never know. Pete waits for something that is never going to happen.

Songs About Hips and Hearts by sinuous_curve, 4k, Teen And Up Audiences. So, the point is, sometimes Mikey forgets she's a girl and it's really not that big a deal because even when someone they're touring with suddenly realizes that she is female with actual functioning female parts, nothing happens. Because she is also a girl with one older brother whose scary as shit in his own particularly odd way and three additional older brothers by proxy who have no compunctions about killing to defend her honor.

Bang the Doldrums (Summer of like) by justsomeperson, 16k [WIP], Explicit. What starts out as a good friendship with Pete Wentz quickly derails into something that Mikey Way never imagined was possible when agreeing to play at Warped Tour 2005. Because suddenly creaky bunk beds and dusty sheets aren't that bad anymore when you have someone to share it with. The summer of Mikey Way and Pete Wentz. The summer of like. (Or: The entire Petekey story based off of Warped Tour 2005, from beginning to end)

I Want To Be Gay by orphan_account, 1k, Teen And Up Audiences. Pete knows it's a dumb thing to want, but he has his reason.

What We Used To Be... by apieformydean, 4k, Teen And Up Audiences. Pete opens the door, and he can see a lanky man leaning against the wall next to it, blond hair ruffled, head hanging low, arms supporting him so he won't fall. His glasses are dirty as he glances up at Pete and he smiles a smile only very drunk people can pull off. “Hey, darling.” he greets dreamily and Pete catches himself staring. However, he mumbles a reply. “Hi Mikey.”

#mikey/pete #petekey #angst #summer of like

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Ok I’ve had this idea in my head for weeks and I trust you to write it. Person A: I’m in love with (person B)?! Why didn’t you tell me? Revenge Frank x reader during warped tour. Where the reader does merch for either my chem or another band and she’s kinda girlier (soft emo? Idk) and frank keeps finding excuses to talk to her and the band keeps teasing him about it. Just lots of awkward but cute fluffiness. Sorry it’s so long I’ve had this idea for weeks and can’t get it out of my head.

Summer of Like, Summer of Love

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female ReaderRating: GeneralRequested By: @scrolling-my-life-awayWord Count: ~2,400Author’s Note:I love this request because I’m biased toward the early to mid-2000s as this is when I discovered FOB, MCR, all of them really! Also this request gave me an excuse to look at pre-hiatus FOB pics, revenge era MCR, and my own facebook photos for inspo! Also a little background Petekey for fun!

On the 2005 Warped Tour, the heat of the summer sun bakedeveryone alive during the day, and the parties revived everyone at night andtonight was no exception. You were only about a week into your first majortour, running the merch booth for the hottest new band, Fall Out Boy. You weresipping on a cup of stale beer as you looked around at all the band members,roadies and groupies who were partying after the last sets of the nightfinished.

You tried to pick out anyone you recognized when suddenlyyou thought you spotted a face that looked familiar. There were tons of bandsyou loved on the tour, but more than any other band, you really wanted to meetthe guys from My Chemical Romance, and you thought you saw them across the way.You could have sworn for a second Frank was even looking your way.

“Hey, (YN), wanna go grab some food?” Your cousin Patrickasked, seeming to appear out of thin air.

“Jesus, Trick, you really have to scare me like that?” Youjumped.

“Sorry, you wanna go grab something to eat or not?”

“Yea, I suppose,” you said setting your mostly empty cup ona table before following Patrick toward the van waiting to take the band out toget dinner.

From across the parking lot, Frank watched you walk away.

“Hey Mikes, what’s that one band you can’t shut up about?”

Mikey thought for a second. “You mean Fall Out Boy?”

“Yea, we should check them out tomorrow.”

The next day Frank, Mikey and Gerard were standing just offstage as Fall Out Boy performed.

“Who are you looking for?” Gerard asked as he watched Franklooking around at everyone but the band on stage.

“No one,” Frank replied snapping back to attention. “I’ll beright back,” he replied wandering off.

“Wasn’t this his idea?” Gerard asked his brother whoseattention was glued to the band, specifically the bassist on stage. “Never mind,”he muttered to himself.

Frank’s suspicion was correct. The girl he had spotted thenight before was singlehandedly working the Fall Out Boy merch booth, but atthe moment she wasn’t busy since all the fans were watching the band play.

“Hi, what can I- oh my God, you’re Frank Iero. Sorry, I justlove your music,” you gushed, blushing crimson.

Frank laughed and looked down to keep from blushing himself.He was used to girls fawning over him, throwing themselves at him, but this wasdifferent. He was certain you were the cutest thing he had ever seen.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Umm, what’s your name?”

“(YN),” you replied. “Sorry, again, you just startled me.”

He laughed again. “Are you gonna be at the party tonight?”

“Yea, usually am,” you replied, starting to notice peoplewere standing back, looking at the merch. “I’ll see you there?”

“Yea, I’ll see ya,” Frank said before waving and headingback to the backstage area before he got mobbed by fans.

Knowing that Frank was probably going to come talk to you atthe party tonight, you decided to put a little more effort into yourappearance. You had been avoiding wearing makeup during the day, since it wouldjust melt off in the heat, but now you made yourself up, and pulled on a pinktank top and a denim mini skirt.

You found Patrick and Joe by one of the kegs and Patrickpoured you a beer. You talked for a while before Pete and My Chemical Romancearrived. Everyone introduced themselves and you couldn’t help but notice Frankhad come to stand over by you.

“(YN), you need a refill?” Patrick asked.

“No, I’m good thanks,” you replied as some more people cameover and started talking. You spotted a picnic table close by and sat down.Much to your delight, Frank followed.

“So, is that your boyfriend?” Frank asked almost shyly.

“Patrick? Oh my God, no! He’s my cousin! He got me the jobmanaging the merch booth because I just graduated college and don’t have a jobyet.”

Frank tried to keep his cool and not let a relieved smilewash over his face. “Oh, sweet. What did you major in?”

“Marketing with a minor in graphic design. It was kind of amiddle ground. My parents would pay for school if I majored in something Icould get a job with.”

“So, what do you wanna do with it?”

You sighed. “I dunno, maybe get a job at an ad agency or-”

“No no, not what do your parents want you to do, what do youwanna do?” He asked, looking dead in your eyes. You stared back, a slow smilecreeping across your face. You were surprised he was able to see through yoursafe, but boring response.

“I wanna design band merch, and logos, and album art, all ofit. That’s why Patrick put me up for this job, he knows I’ve been obsessed withthis for years.”

Frank smiled once he heard the truth spill from your lips.“That’s so cool, I’d love to see your work some time.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I have a sketch bookback in the bus I could show you.”

“Hey (YN), Frank, we’re going to a party, wanna come?” Peteshouted before Frank could reply.

“Wanna go?” Frank asked you.

“Sure, I could use a change of scenery.”

The party was at an over-full house, and most of the peoplein attendance were from the tour as well. The stench of stale beer and weedwafted through the air as music blasted through speakers.

“So much for a change of scenery,” you muttered as youfollowed the gang through the crush of bodies.

“Should have stayed outside, it was cooler out there,” youheard Ray comment behind you.

“Come on,” Frank said taking the lead, charging through thecrowd toward the back of the house. Soon you had escaped into the backyard andinto fresh air.

“This is better,” you commented, straightening your skirt.

Both bands assembled outside around a fire pit that someonehad started but left unattended. Gerard and Andy watched over their friendslike two sober babysitters as everyone got drinks and sat around the fire. Youfound a lawn chair and got comfortable. You weren’t sure if you should try tojump into a conversation, but again Frank made his way to you, pulling up hisown chair.

“Is this your first time being on tour?” Frank asked.

“Yea, I’ve worked some of their local shows and helped makeshirts for them and stuff, but this is the first time I’ve gotten out on theroad. It’s such a different experience. Do you like it?”

“Yea, being in front of the crowds is amazing, but anytime Ican do anything with music I’m happy.”

“Being on this tour I’ve seen a lot of awesome bands, butyou guys are the best. Like, your energy on stage is incredible,” you toldFrank.

“Thanks,” he replied with a grin, again looking down,feeling a blush on his cheeks.

As you and Frank talked, you both leaned closer together, withyou occasionally getting up the nerve to place your hand on his arm, and hewould look you in the eyes adoringly. Neither of you quite believing what youwere experiencing between you.

“Do you think they see what’s going on between them?” Gerardasked.

“I have no idea,” Ray replied with a laugh as he tookanother swig of his beer.

“Just don’t think you can steal our merch girl, she’s the onlyone who can put up with them,” Andy said nodding to his band mates.

“As long as Pete doesn’t runaway with Mikey,” Gerard said with a laughand a glance toward the bassists who had wandered off from the group.

It had been a couple weeks since the start of the tour and Frank wasstill going out of his way to hang out with you when he could, and your crush onhim was as strong as ever. Even though so many people looked at you and how youdressed, or did your hair, and thought you didn’t belong with the punk or emo scene,Frank made you feel like you belonged because he looked past that and got toknow you. And as Frank got to know you, his feelings deepened for you as well.

You had been in your bunk, listening to music as you drew inyour sketchbook when you heard Mikey and Pete leaving the back of the bus.

“Wait, Mikey, are you going back to your bus?” You asked,scrambling off your bed.

Mikey stopped almost out the door. “Yea, why?”

You handed him the folded piece of paper. “Its just a designidea I thought Frank might like,” you explained.

Mikey smiled knowingly. “Sure.”

When Mikey arrived back at the My Chemical Romance bus, hefound Frank reading in the back.

“Here,” Mikey said handing his band mate the piece of paper.

“What is it?”

“Its from (YN),” the words barely left Mikey’s mouth beforeFrank snatched the paper from him, a grin forming on his face.

“Oh this is so cool,” he said in awe.

“What is it?” Gerard asked as he and Ray came into the backof the bus.

“(YN) made something for Frank,” Mikey answered.

“It’s a cool design of my name,” he said still studying thedetails around the letters of his name, running his fingers over the lines. “Ishould write her a song to thank her,” he thought aloud, momentarily forgettinghis band mates presence.

“Damn Frank you’ve really fallen for this girl,” Ray saidwith a laugh.

“What? No, she’s just super cool, and really cute, andalways smells good and she’s easy to talk to.”

“And you never stop smiling when she’s around, and she’s allyou can talk about when she isn’t, and you wanna write a song for her,” Gerardsmiled, hoping his friends mind would go where he was leading.

Frank sat for a moment and then a look of realization washedover him. “I’m in love with (YN)? Why didn’t you tell me?” Frank exclaimed.

“I think you’re the only person who never noticed,” Mikeylaughed.

“What am I gonna do?”

“Ask her out like a normal human being?” Ray suggested.Frank shot him a look that said that was the stupidest thing he had ever heard.“What? It’s really not that big of a deal. I mean, I could ask her out if Iwanted to.”

“No!” Frank shouted, jumping up. “I’m gonna do it.”

It was nearing the fourth of July, so almost everyone whoshouldn’t have been allowed near explosives had purchased fireworks. Frank was scanning the crowd nervously looking for you. Thenhe spotted you looking uncomfortable with some guy talking to you. You caught Frank’seye and felt relief wash over you as he came your way.

“Frank! There you are!” You said jumping up and wrappingyour arms around him. To your surprise he hugged you back just as tightly. Overyour shoulder Frank glared at the guy who had been talking to you and he tookthe hint to get lost.

“Thanks for that, he was really bothering me,” you said whenhe pulled back and saw the guy was gone.

“Its no biggie,” he replied smiling. “I got your design bythe way, it’s amazing, thank you.”

“No problem. I still gotta show you my whole sketchbooksometime when we aren’t so busy.”

“I’m not busy now,” Frank replied.

You smiled and nodded. “Yea, come on then,” you said headingtoward the buses. As you moved through the dark you felt Frank’s hand graspyours and you smiled, butterflies soaring through your stomach.

When you made it back to the bus, no one else was around. Youwent back to your bunk and pulled out the notepad. You switched on the lightand sat down on the sofa next to Frank.

“Ok, so this is my favorite so far,” you said flipping to apage with Fall Out Boy logos. “I did a few for My Chem too,” you said turningthe page.

Frank examined everything on each page carefully, notletting you rush past, even if you argued that the ones he was looking atweren’t good.

“Pete should give you a job at his label, these are awesome, you reallyhave a lot of talent,” he said looking up at you in awe.

You shrugged. “I’m afraid my style isn’t edgy enough for alot of bands.”

“Nah, it’s cool, and I think you could be edgier if youtried. Its there under the surface, I can tell.”

“Thanks,” you laughed.

“I’m serious, you’re awesome,” he said looking in your eyes.It was now or never. “Umm, (YN) do you wanna go out with me sometime?”

You were shocked and then thrilled. “Yea, yes, that would becool,” you grinned.

Frank grinned back and suddenly you were both leaning in,lips inches from each other.

“Oh (YN) you’re here- oh shit sorry,” Patrick rambled realizingwhat he interrupted when you and Frank both sat bolt upright.

“What’s up Patrick?” you sighed, looking over at yourembarrassed cousin.

“They’re starting the fireworks soon, I know you alwaysliked them,” he replied, looking at his shoes.

“Thanks,” you replied sincerely. Patrick waved as he walkedout. “Umm, do you wanna look at the fireworks?”

“Sure,” Frank replied with a smile. Anything to spend a little more time with you.

You found a spot back from the rest of the people gatheredaround watching the amateur pyrotechnics. You and Frank sat down on thescratchy grass and Frank wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You looked upat him and he smiled down, and you felt yourself leaning in again. When yourlips finally connected with his, you couldn’t help but smile. You pulled back fromthe kiss, the grin still plastered across your face.

“Holy shit I do love you,” Frank said, his eyes wide. Youlaughed and the smile on your face grew even larger. He grabbed your face andpulled you back into another kiss, the momentum of which caused him to tumblehim back into the grass with you laid out on top of him. Needless to say, neitherof you saw much of the fireworks that night.

Masterlist

#frank iero x reader #frank iero fan fic #frank iero fan fiction #frank iero imagine #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fan fiction #fall out boy fan fic #fall out boy fan fiction #petekey #scrolling-my-life-away

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bandandpunkwritings · 5 years

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pierce

ship: gerard way x reader (but also just good times with the whole band)

type: fluff, comedy

era: bullets

(once again, the picture is just the era the writing takes place in.)

sitting on the tour bus with your boyfriend and his band, you sighed out of boredom and shifted, leaning against gerard’s shoulder. “awww, look at y/n and gerard! how,” frank paused to make a fake gagging noise, “adorable!”

with a groan from gerard and a snort from you, gerard shifted and gripped onto your torso tightly. “don’t bully us.” gerard muttered with a smirk. “frank, leave them alone.” ray elbowed him in the ribs.

an idea racked your brain, but you tried to resist. when you stood up and stretched, gerard looked up at you with a confused expression. “where are you,” pausing to yawn, he pondered “going, y/n? you smirked and ruffled his hair, walking to a cabinet. “just having some fun.” you muttered but loud enough for the boys to hear.

grabbing a needle and a lighter, along with a small travel mirror and bottle of dollar store rubbing alcohol, you stood back up and sat down in the small kitchen chair next to mikey, you sighed. “hey, gee?” you called across the bus. “yeah?” he called back.

“do you think i’d look good with a lip piercing?”

you snorted at his slightly shocked face, “you’re not doing it yourself, are you?” he stood up and plopped down across from you. “actually, that was my exact plan.” you snickered back to him. gerard shrugged. “you always look amazing.” he squeezed your knee under the table and you smiled. “who wants to hold the mirror?” you giggled as frank ran over and held it. “i have a still hand.” he proudly noted.

“yeah, whatever.” gerard muttered. taking the long needle and igniting the flame of the lighter over it, afterwards soaking it with alcohol, you sucked in a breath of preparation. soaking your lip-area with more alcohol and lining the needle up in the position you needed it to be in, you took another shaky breath.

at this point the whole crew was crowded around the run down, tiny, torn tabletop, watching intently as you prepared yourself. suddenly jabbing the needle through your skin, you grabbed a small black hoop out of your pocket and slipped it in. “owwww..” you pouted. “y/n, that was so badass!” gerard looked at you in awe as you snorted.

“just some ice will do and the swelling will go down.”

“ice ice, baby.”

“shut the fuck up, frank.”

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mcrfanficsforall · 6 years

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Sick!fic Fic Rec

Frank/Gerard

the pros and cons of breathing

Sometimes, Frank is really grateful for his failure of an immune system.

Man Flu

Gerard has a cold.

Soup

Coffeeshop AU! Frank is a struggling (or maybe just thrifty) sole proprietor, and when he gets sick, he tries to keep the place open. Longtime customers and acquaintances-on-their-way-to-friendship Waybros are horrified, and Gerard gets Mikey to take over operations while he gets Frank tucked in and hydrated.

it's a Love Story (you'll be the prince, i'll be the princess)

When Frank is well and truly sick, he dreams.

With This Fever (Yeah)

For some inexplicable reason, Frank’s not sick, even though Gerard’s been moaning about his flu-like symptoms for the past couple of days and it usually doesn’t take much more than someone saying the word “flu” for Frank’s shitty immune system to just curl up in a corner and raise the white flag. So Frank’s enjoying playing nurse for once, getting to be the one who fetches tea and tissues and scarves instead of the one who needs to be taken care of.

Infected With The Past

Frank got sick so many times as a child that as an adult being sick just makes him feel scared and out of control.

In Sickness and In Health

Frank's never been one to let sickness keep him from hooking up on tour.

I've Barely Been Gone

Gerard gets really worried when his fave barista isn't at work for three days in a row.

Bound by Limitations

Just another day on tour and Frank's sick (again)

want to take you on the road

yobrothatssick Prompt #16 - Van days. Frank's just joined the band and has been playing through a fever every night of their first mini-tour because this band is the best thing that ever happened to him and he CAN'T FUCK THIS UP BY BEING SICK. Frank thinks he's fooling everyone, but Gerard definitely notices.

Against the Wind

Frank is the tutor for the two young children of Michael and Alicia Way. He has always been sickly, but when he begins to fall seriously ill he tries to hide it from his employers, terrified he will lose his position and have nothing. When Michael’s older brother Gerard unexpectedly returns from the continent, however, his problems only grow.

I don't know where to go (but you gotta be there)

Written for prompt number ten of the yobrothatssick challenge: Frank and Gerard work in an office building together. One day, Frank doesn't show up for their smoke break. And then again. Where is he? What can Gerard do? What happens NEXT?

It's Got Me On My Knees

Revenge-era Tour AU. Frank is sick but won't admit it. Gerard just wants to take care of him, but Frank isn't having it.

All the While You Hold the Key

Frank is in an arranged marriage and/or a mail-order bride type position (with Gerard), and is... secretly sick and hiding it! (10.573 words)

A Sound of Far-Off Music

Prompt: 77 - Secret Garden-style AU where Frank is the sickly son of a reclusive Lord, hidden away from the world because his family believes he will never, ever get well. So he stays in his room with his guitars and his books, basically just waiting for the time when he gets so sick that he wastes completely away. Then Gerard comes to stay at his manor (bonus points if there is also Mikey and they are ORPHANS) and accidentally discovers him one night during a storm, and they become friends and bond over music, and Gerard basically out-stubborns Frank and forces him to believe he can get better. And he does! And then they make out!

opposite over adjacent

for prompt #21 at yobrothatssick, the sick!Frank challenge: "Judge me if you will! I really want teenage!bedridden!Frank and older student!reluctant tutor!Gee."

The One That You Are Looking For

Frank gets silver poisoning. His pack protects him.

Lovely Way to Burn

Frank is no stranger to sickness. He's been wheezing his way in and out of hospitals since he was a kid, but things are different now. He was already pulled from two assignments due to illness, and the third time is the charm. Three strikes and you're out.

second word, one syllable

yobrothatssickPrompt #60. Frank loses his voice and has to use notes, texts, charades, etc. to communicate.

I've got the cure you're thinkin'

Written for the yobrothatssick challenge, prompt #9 - High School AU. Frank's spending the afternoon in the nurse's office YET AGAIN, until his mom can get off work and pick him up. Gerard's the new kid and shows up (drunk, not that the nurse notices) and claims the other bed. GO!

I ain't gonna sing you lullabies

Like almost every other man on the planet his bouts of the manflu reduce him to a pitiful, sniffling (and smelly…smelly-er) bundle of misery.

Sick Again

Van days. Frank is not getting sick, because he'd just been sick, and it wouldn't make any fucking sense at all for him to be getting sick again.

Frank/Frank

it's not the life it seems

Frank woke up struggling to breathe.

He sat up in his rumpled bed, fighting against the oppressive pressure in his chest. There wasn't enough air. He heard himself gasping and choking, felt the congestion and blockage in his lungs stealing his ability to inhale. What little air he managed to draw in jammed in his throat and suddenly he couldn't exhale, could only wheeze in more air as his chest expanded and dizziness made his head spin.

Prompt: 44. TIME-TRAVELING FRANK GOES BACK IN TIME TO TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF. Clearly this should end in h/c self-cest.

Frank/Ray

The Best Boyfriend Ever

Frank gets sick again. Ray takes care of him.

Gen

No “I” in Nurse

The whole band takes care of Frank when he gets sick on tour.

You Just Missed The Sun

@gerardway sickness has reached 'delirious" level, Borderlands 2 isn't helping

Gerard is sick. Mikey looks after him.

Code in By Doze

Frank is sick. Again.

#frerard #my chemical romance #mcr #fic rec #sick!fic

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ao3feed-joshler · 6 years

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Hello, Mr. Cupid

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2KhXBgy

by LifeOfABridesmaid

Honestly, Patrick needed some time to sort things out-- alone. But maybe having Pete there might not be so bad.

:-:

Patrick wakes up one dreary morning on the Save Rock and Roll tour to find that he can suddenly read minds (and talk to animals, but that's not important), and a whole world of strange occurrences unravels before him. Pete Wentz can make anyone fall in love, and more importantly, there is a high school graduate drag queen who is determined to make life in the band miserable.

Or, I suck at writing angst and instead give everyone superpowers.

Words: 4050, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, My Chemical Romance, Twenty One Pilots

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley, Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie, Dallon Weekes, Butch Walker, Tyler Joseph, Josh Dun, Gerard Way, Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz, Josh Dun/Tyler Joseph, Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie, Andy Hurley/Joe Trohman

Additional Tags: Peterick, Everyone has cool powers eventually, Ryan Ross studies drag queens, Brendon Urie is half demon, I made an original male character r u proud of me mom, lots of inner monologue, THE VILLAIN IS A DRAG QUEEN, HIS NAME IS CASEY, Patrick is a smol bean, everyone is a smol bean, Really slow plot progression, I. DON'T. CARE WHAT U THINK AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT MEEEEE, I sent this fic to my language arts teacher and she is proud, Patrick can read minds sometimes, Umm Pete is like a human cupid, WHAT'S THE WORST THING I CAN SAYYYYY, SRAR era onward, When will this story end I have no idea, Maybe when they all grow old and die, That's a happy ending, Right?, All the characters have too much free time, My language teacher taught us to show, not tell, Anyway I'm dead inside, Read my story, Oh yeah and there's Ryden, and Trohley, and maybe Joshler, i don't know yet

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2KhXBgy

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #joshler

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ao3feed-ryden · 6 years

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Hello, Mr. Cupid

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2KhXBgy

by LifeOfABridesmaid

Honestly, Patrick needed some time to sort things out-- alone. But maybe having Pete there might not be so bad.

:-:

Or, I suck at writing angst and instead give everyone superpowers.

Words: 1897, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, My Chemical Romance, Twenty One Pilots

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley, Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie, Dallon Weekes, Butch Walker, Tyler Joseph, Josh Dun, Gerard Way, Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz, Josh Dun/Tyler Joseph, Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie, Andy Hurley/Joe Trohman

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2KhXBgy

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #ryden #brendon urie #ryan ross #slash #ryan/brendon #panic! at the disco #ao

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mychemicalficrecs · 4 years

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Any fics that are set during Bullets or maybe some where Gee does comics instead of MCR? Thanx for all the work you do to keep us sustained during quarantine lol!

You’re welcome, Nonny! I don’t keep track of what era a fic is set in in my bookmarks, so I had to rely on ao3 tagging to answer this. I’ll make a separate list for your second request!

Bullets Era

Demolition Brothers by SinnerInSaintsClothing, Gerard/Mikey, 3k, Explicit. "He always ended up here, Mikey thought to himself. He couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t wake up in Gerard’s bed." On tour, when high and drunk off their asses, the Way brothers always seem to end up with one another. A sick and twisted addiction to loving one another too much, and in all the wrong ways.

Like Nicotine by YourCoffinDoor, Gerard/Reader, 936 words, Not Rated. You get a light for your cigarette from Gerard after a show, and you get a little more than you asked for.

Hunting With Bullets by Oni216, 21k [WIP], Mature. Having a band is the perfect cover to fight evil that lurks in the dark. It provides distraction, a reason to live, and decent lyrics for no one to fully understand. And it takes its toll. It always takes a toll.

this deep puzzle moon by reclist, Frank/Gerard, 787 words, General Audiences. The house party is at its peak, Gerard lost sight of the chick that invited them over after the show. She might be getting it on with Mikey somewhere in the house, but Gerard would rather not think about it. He goes back to the living room in search of the other members, but he can’t find any of them, so he leaves heading to the backyard. There’s a body lying flat on the ground in the far back of the backyard, Gerard realizes it’s Frank when he gets close enough to recognize the Black Flag shirt he’s wearing.

Future Self by shadowhive, Ray/Ray, 859 words, Explicit. It was still so strange, seeing his face on another man. It wasn’t like looking into a mirror, with his reflection staring back at him, this man... this future version of himself, looked different.

Not That Kind of Post-Horror Movie Girl by gerardsjuarez, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Not Rated. During a tour in 2003, the band is holed up in a motel room that, more than likely, had seen more Motley Crue after-parties than actual people. To pass away the time before bed, the band ends up switching on the premiere of Ghost Adventures and some* take it more seriously than others*. *some: Gerard *others: anyone other than Gerard

Cyanoacrylate by grosss, Frank/Gerard, 3k, Explicit. "Yeah, well, I wasn't masturbating onstage, idiot." Gerard protests, running his tongue over his cracked lips. The problem is, Frank isn't wrong- Gerard likes to think he has a shred of dignity, a little bit of tact, but he does love to put on a show, and he'd probably jump into the Atlantic without clothes on in the dead of winter if Frank so much as looked at him the right way. "But you'd do it for me." It isn't a question, and Gerard just nods, suddenly hyper-aware of the knife again, clutched in Frank's hand next to his right ear.

on the shoulders of giants by Trojie, Ray/Gerard/Mikey, 1k, Explicit. 1. Gerard Way/Mikey Way/Ray Toro, Hair pulling

Third Time's The Charm by orphan_account, Frank/Gerard, 10k, Explicit. Frank wants to try something with Gerard and he only has a few more chances to do it ~or~ The one where Frank and Gerard have sex in the bands van ~or~ The one shot where Frank eventually snowballs with Gerard

We Toast to the Apocalypse by WizardGerard, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Jamia, 3k, Explicit. A fic about that one house party fight. You know the one.

The World Is Ugly by Frnk, rockforfrnk, Frank/Gerard, 16k, Mature. Gerard is adjusting to being a trans male on the road as they tour the Bullets album and he is super shy. Frank, on the other hand, is all about getting high and drunk between shows. What will happen when Gee and Frank hookup?

The Mess We've Made by ViciousVenin, Frank/Gerard, 122k, Explicit. Gerard isn't sure where his life is going. It feels like the world is shifting and changing around him and he's stuck in place, unable to move forward. But when he meets a guy at a club who tells him he's meant for something better, Gerard wants to believe him, and suddenly he's taking steps he never thought he would.

can't sleep tonight (as long as I still) by Trojie, Gerard/Mikey, 5k, Mature. Gerard is bad at asking for what he wants, or taking what he needs, or remembering what he took.

In Which Frank Is Shy by orphan_account, Frank/Gerard, 16k, Explicit. Bullets Era. "Of course, Frank knew he shouldn’t be too surprised, he’d felt that Gerard was big when they messed around in the van but that had been through layers of clothes so he’d just kind of underestimated how big it would actually be. He couldn’t help mentally comparing it to his own..."

Life on the Murder Scene by BattyJade, Gerard/Reader, 36k [WIP], Mature. Reader is an artist working for Brian Schechter, designing album covers, and reluctantly being trained to be an assistant manager. Then one day Brian introduces her to some members from a band called My Chemical Romance and he decides they're the perfect band for her to start with. Now, having convinced them to sign with Reprise she begins to work with them, even if Gerard can't seem to stop staring at her. Can both of them hold back their growing feelings as they're pushed closer together by the close quarters on tour?

Dig, If You Will, A Picture by geeraymes, Ray/Gerard, 2k, General Audiences. Prince, pizza, and kisses.

Soul Mark by HinaSohma, Frank/Gerard, 3k [WIP], Not Rated. Everyone is born with a soulmark, and Frank is itching to know what Gerard's is - after all, how can you not believe in soul mates?

Some Hearts Are Gallows (I'm Not Here For Hanging Around) by blindlyseeking (orphan_account), Frank/Gerard, 24k, Mature. My Chemical Romance. The name even had that vibe to it: we’re going to conquer the motherfucking universe. It was like The Beatles or Bikini Kill. It was a name that pinned you against a wall and said, “You better remember me.” And she is a part of it. Gina, Michelle, Rae, Maddy, and Frankie are just getting their new band off the ground. The girls are leaving Jersey for the first time on tour. But Frankie has been head over heels for Gina since day one and in a blur of autumn, Polaroids, house parties, whiskey sours, car rides, and cassette tapes 2002 becomes the year that change everything.

Back Seat by orphan_account, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Mature. The van was small enough as it were. It felt even more claustrophobic when Frank and Gerard were up to no good on the back seat. No time to give them any privacy. My Chemical Romance was on a tight schedule to get from A to B, and so they just had to try and ignore what they were doing.

When You're Too In Love To Let It Go by frerardestiel, Frank/Gerard, 9k, Explicit. Traveling the States with his band is probably the best thing Frank ever experienced. Not that with Pencey wasn't good, because it was, just - the dudes in My Chem are his family and this band means more to him than everything else in the world. The only thing that sometimes keeps him awake at night and makes him want to drown into a bottle of beer (or two, or three) is that maybe he feels something else for one of his bandmates. He doesn't think he really wants to be Gerard's brother.

#gerard/mikey #gerard/reader #frank/gerard #ray/ray #ray/gerard/mikey #frank/jamia #ray/gerard #bullets era #fic rec list

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Like A Secret In Your Throat

Pairing: none

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @bipolardonnie. “could you do a oneshot where drummer!reader accidentally outs herself as liking girls in an interview and the band help her and defend her with the media backlash?”

“So, I’m loving the new look,” the interviewer commented, eyeing the marching band-esque uniforms you and your band had donned to promote your new album, The Black Parade.

“Thank you,” Gerard smiled, running a hand through his newly blonde hair. “I knew some of the fans were going to complain when they saw it, because they really loved the aesthetic of our last album. But, to inaugurate this new era for the band, we wanted to do something different.”

“I guess time will tell if it’s a good decision, or not,” Mikey admitted.

“Some of us have made questionable fashion decisions in the past,” Ray chuckled.

“Oh, like when you straightened your hair?” Frank teased.

“Ray, your hair was never meant to be any straighter than I am,” you laughed.

The interviewer’s eyes went wide, and your laughter died on your lips when you realized what it was you just said.

“Y/N…..did you just imply that you are not straight?” the interviewer asked, shoving their microphone in your face.

Fuck, you thought. How could you have been so stupid as to let something like that slip out?! Your bandmates all already knew that you liked girls, but you hadn’t officially come out in a press conference, or anything like that, yet. You didn’t want the drama that would come with the inevitable scandal.

But, now it was too late. You couldn’t think of a single way to convince the reporter that they’d just misinterpreted what you said. You had no choice but to come out on national television.

“I’ve……had relationships with women in the past,” you confessed. That was vague. It almost made it sound like you didn’t want to date more girls in the future.

Why should I pretend like that’s the case, though? you frowned. I’m not ashamed of my sexual orientation. I shouldn’t have to lie.

You never had outright lied about your sexuality, in any interview. It just hadn’t come up. And you didn’t want to be the one to broach the subject first. You could already imagine homophobic parents telling their kids they weren’t allowed to listen to MCR anymore. You could see angry, Bible-wielding protesters picketing your next gig. Shit, what if your dumb confession made your band’s new album flop?

The live studio audience had gasped when you dropped your bombshell, and now you could hear them whispering to each other. The spotlights suddenly seemed so bright. The interviewer was looking at you like she wanted you to say something else, but you didn’t know what to say. You wanted to just run backstage to the green room and never come back.

“So what if Y/N dates girls?” Frank said suddenly, grabbing the mic from the reporter. “I just want to say that nobody in My Chemical Romance gives a shit. Y/N is a kickass drummer, and we’re her friends, no matter who she dates.”

“If any of our fans have a problem with Y/N’s orientation,” Gerard added, taking the mic from Frank, “we don’t want them at our shows, either. We’ve always been against any kind of bigotry. I think anyone who’s a fan of our band already knows that.”

“Is that why you and Frank kissed onstage during your last tour, Gerard?” the interviewer asked. “Is Y/N the only LGBT member of the band?”

You rolled your eyes at this. The so-called “Frerard” shippers you kept seeing in the forums on MCR’s website were ridiculous.

“Hey, Y/N,” Mikey joked softly, poking you in the arm. “Now that you’ve come out and stuff, maybe the fangirls will stop writing fanfiction about you and Gerard.”

“They’re still writing porn about me and Gerard, even though everyone knows I date girls, too,” Frank laughed.

“That’s true,” you grinned. Your bandmates were keeping your mood up, despite the shocking revelation you’d just made.

“Let’s talk more about your lesbianism, Y/N,” the interviewer insisted, wresting her mic back from Gerard. “How many women have you dated? Are you seeing someone now?”

“She’s not,” Ray answered for you. “So, hey, fans of ours who are girls! And also like girls! If you’ve got a crush on our drummer, here’s your chance!”

You blushed, burying your face in your hands.

“Hey, you’re a rock star now, Y/N,” Gerard laughed. “Think of how many girls you could get!”

“As if we’re the kind of band who got famous just to get girls,” you snorted.

“Yeah, we’re really not in this for fame, or women, or money, or anything like that,” Frank said seriously. “It’s about the music. Like, for real, what we came onto your TV show to talk about tonight is our new album, not who Y/N dates.”

“Our album is called The Black Parade,” Mikey reminded. “It’s going to be released on October 23, 2006. I hope you go out and buy a copy!”

“You must know,” the interviewer accused, “that people are going to wonder if Y/N chose now to come out, intentionally, to give your band publicity.”

“As if I would ever say it like that on purpose!” you snapped. “The last thing I want is to take attention away from the wonderful music my band and I spent months composing together!”

Truthfully, you were terrified of what people were going to say about you now that they knew the truth. You were cursing yourself for your stupid slip of the tongue.

“Y/N isn’t manipulative like that,” Ray agreed. “She would never try to attract negative press.”

“If people say negative things about our band because of Y/N’s sexuality, I don’t want them listening to this new record anyway,” Gerard insisted. “I don’t think this is going to hurt our sales, anyway, because our fans are great kids, who are always very tolerant and respectful of one another.”

“Even if it did hurt our sales, I don’t care,” Frank commented. “I’m not in a band because I want to sell records. I’m in a band because I love playing guitar with my best friends.”

“Some of the drum parts Y/N composed for our new songs are really great,” Mikey complimented. “They go with the guitar riffs Frank and Ray came up with, and my bass playing, really well.”

“You…..you can’t just go back to talking about your album as if Y/N didn’t just drop a total bombshell,” the interviewer protested.

“Yeah, we can,” Frank smirked, stealing the mic again. “So we’ve got this song called ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’…..”

“Y/N, do you identify as a lesbian? Or are you bisexual? Pansexual, perhaps?” the interviewer tried to steer the conversation back.

“……Yeah, ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’ is a great song,” Gerard went on, ignoring the interviewer completely. “I’m really excited for the single to be released, because….”

“Y/N can’t just refuse to answer my questions!” the interviewer cried, growing frustrated.

“Actually, she can if she wants to,” Mikey said calmly. “The world doesn’t have the ‘right to know’ everything about her sex life, ok?”

“It’s ok, Mikey,” you said, summoning your nerve as you took the mic back. “I’ve thought about it, and…..I don’t want to hide who I am anymore. I want to be proud of it. I want every girl out there, who loves My Chemical Romance, and loves other girls, to know that nothing is wrong with her, because I’m just like her. And I’m not scared to say so.”

Representation mattered, you realized. There weren’t a lot of openly gay musicians in the scene right now. Maybe you needed to be the first.

“You’re being really brave, Y/N,” Ray said softly, too quiet for the camera crew or the audience to hear.

“Thanks, Ray,” you whispered back. You were grateful that he, and all of your bandmates, were being so supportive of you. If they hadn’t had your back, you weren’t sure you’d have had the nerve to say what you said next:

“My name is Y/N! I’m the drummer of My Chemical Romance, and I’m here, and I’m queer, and I ain’t going anywhere!”

The studio audience clapped for you, and so did the four men sitting by your side. Whatever Fox News, or whoever, had to say about this, you knew they would always stick by you. And it was the opinions of these friends, who you’d spent four years now touring the country with, that mattered. Not anybody else’s.

#band member reader #queer reader #i wrote this in a rush tbh so I hope it's alright

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