You threw clothes around your bedroom the next night, trying to find something that would pass as acceptable at a Frank Iero party. You wanted to prove that you could hang with the rebels and hold your own. You finally settled on an outfit, a striped t-shirt, a black skater skirt, knee-high socks, and combat boots. So, you threw the skirt and socks into your bag, put on a pair of old jeans, and threw a hoodie over yourself. Your mom eyed you carefully, but you ignored her.
In your car, you texted Mikey and told him you were on your way. As you drove in silence, you thought about how nervous you had become. You were unsettled by the idea of being trapped in a house with dozens of strangers who were either high or drunk off their asses. It made your chest tighten, and you suddenly found yourself struggling to breathe some. Once your boots were laced up, you fixed your hair and shut your eyes.
You took a deep breath and tried to calm to insane pounding inside of your chest. A knock on your window startled you, but you were relieved to see that it was only Mikey.
He opened the door for you and helped you out. You rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment, then hit his shoulder playfully. Upon entering, your nose was greeted with an unpleasant, earthy scent.
It was a scent you smelled on Frank all the time, but it was never this pungent. You gagged a little, and Mikey moved you into the kitchen where the air was little fresher. He grabbed a plastic cup and filled with a caramel-colored liquid, mixed it with Coke, then handed it to you.
You tried to take a sip, but the entire contents of the cup were knocked onto your shirt and the floor when a broad-shouldered boy slammed into you. Mikey looked uncomfortable, unsure of whether he should try to help or just leave you be. You left the kitchen in search of a bathroom. But there was no way you could ever find it because the house was packed wall-to-wall with people.
You had to push past tall boys and tall girls, punk boys and grunge girls, just to find an open space to fit your body. You finally spied Frank in the dining room with Gerard and Ray. You tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to you, very happy. Welcome to the greatest party the Iero house has ever seen!
He was very obviously pleased with how many people were there and how well it seemed to be going. He had a joint held between his index and middle finger. He offered it out to you, but you declined right away. The smell of the alcohol finally hit your nose and you began to panic. There was no way you could go home smelling like a bottle of rum and provide your mother with a rational, logical reason as to why you reeked of booze.
Your heart began to race again. If she found out that you had lied, you would never be let out of the house again. Frank watched you as you panicked internally. He furrowed his brow, concerned.
You look really pale. One of your ogre friends made me spill my drink all over myself. Frank looked a little upset. Frank walked you to the bathroom, and you promptly locked yourself inside. You tried to wipe off the excess liquid and dry the area between your breasts that had now turned sticky from the syrup in the drink. You sat on the ground, pulled your knees to your chest, and started to cry.
This was a mistake. They had been your friends since middle school, and you had skipped out on plenty of parties, so why was tonight so different? You reached up and unlocked the door, allowing him inside. Just remember that I love you and that I will be there all the time okay? The two of you walk hand in hand around the house and straight into the backyard where everyone was gathered already. Mikey let go of your hand and walk straight up to Gerard, the two men hugging each other close and you can see how much Mikey missed his big brother.
You stand there, unsecure again, before Lindsey is walking up to you, extending her hand. Before you met Mikey you had dreamed of this moment. Meeting Gerard and thanking him for everything that he had - unowingly - done for you.
But now you just blush and awkwardly hug him back. After everyone is seated the food is given out as suddendly you feel a tug on your sleeve and turn around to see Mikeys niece looking at you, eyebrows knit together. You were always very insecure aboyt talking about your career because you actually followed your childhood dream but were afraid that it would not work out in the end. But so far I am waitressing in a restaurant. Who will do the illustrations?
You had always been extremely ambishious about your writing and drawing and you knew that you were talented so talking about techniques and drawing styles and color shemes and all that with Gee was comfortable territory for you. Just then you feel another tug on your shirt and once again you turn around to face Bandit. It is perfectly okay to eat meat if you want to and if you like it. If someone decides not to eat it, it should not be because of preasure but beause someone truly understands what it means and why he would be doing it.
Bandit nods and extands her finger, letting it glide along the tatoo that you were trying to hide earlier. You smile and sit back on your place, picking on your food not really hungry anymore. You look around and see all the petty full looks that you were recieving so you got up and excused yourself from the table. As Mikey pulled you into a hug and you saw his family smiling at you, you thought that maybe everything would be alright.
Originally posted by sarcastic-bubble. Keep reading. His lips tasted sweet, as if he had eaten a spoon full of sugar. When you eventually pulled away, you felt the blush burn that had crept onto your cheeks, but when you opened your eyes, Mikey was slightly blushing too.
He was still leaning over you, hair hanging down on both sides of his face, and when he opened his eyes as well, he smiled at you shyly. Reaching up to brush his hair behind his ears, you took in his expression. He looked vulnerable like this, as if he was trusting you with everything he had, like there was nothing separating his soul from yours.
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. I will NOT be listing all or even remotly all of my WIPs, bc there must be over a hundred, hidden in various folders over several devices. Here a select few only some of them bandfics. Part One. Maybe it was mean. Maybe Mikey did not deserve it. But then again maybe he did. If he had not tried pressuring you into telling Ray how you felt about him, you might have told him about the turn of events, of how you had accidentally confessed your feelings for the guitarist, how you had kissed while watching the sunset.
But because Mikey had teased you, you did not tell him. But you told Ray about what Mikey had been up to, and Ray being Ray, came up with a plan on the spot. As much as it pained both of you not to be able to finally kiss and hug whenever you wanted, you decided you should wait until the following evening before revealing the newest development.
Keep reading. Thank you for reminding me. Summary : Ryan and the Reader have been broken up for a while when Dallon randomly meets her and she tells him how she feels about Ryan.
Dallon chewed on his lower lip as he stepped foot into the brightly lit studio. Ryan was, as so often sitting behind his drums, but just like the past couple of weeks, he looked gloomy.
He did not even look up at his bandmate, he only tapped the sticks against one of the drums, but there was no rhythm or pattern behind his actions. Had Dallon still been wondering whether or not he should actually stick to his promise, so was he now sure he had to. Throwing his jacket over one of the chairs next to the door, he pretended to sound indifferent when he spoke up.
I only noticed bc i was listening to the beatles and wanted to reread a ryan s. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!!! Hope you guys enjoy! Pairing: Batman! Gerard x Catwoman! Reader Word count: 2, Warnings: Angst, minor fighting, swear words, injury, mentions of blood. Posts Chatter Archive. Until you started playing!
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