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chemnections · 11 months

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Can I ask you something? I’m not trying to start anything but why is it okay for Frank and Mikey to repost fan art from 3 Cheers era but Lola can’t repost fan art for the record the account was made to promote? The sole purpose for the account was for Hesitant Alien. Yeah it was a decade ago but 3 Cheers is one year short of two decades ago. I understand Lola , Gerard and Lynz isn’t everyone’s cup of tea (I follow none of the three) but it seems hypocritical to not react the same way when Mikey and Frank do it over 3 Cheers or even Electric Century and Pency Prep. Like I said, I’m not trying to start anything, I’m just trying to understand your posts.

that's okay, i understand my posts can seem a little out of no where if you don't have the background context.

first thing is that hesitant alien was born out of the band break up. gerard was the only member signed to their record label of warner brothers for a solo album - he might have cut a deal as mcr was falling apart behind the others backs but either way it was warner brothers keeping gerard and tossing the others aside hoping that gerard solo would be profitable if mcr wasn't going to continue.

the other thing with the album being born from the breakup is that he took the opportunity to write some shady songs, mainly pointed at frank because between them was the highest point of conflict. lyrics to millions and get the gang together are probably the most blatant. drugstore perfume is also very shady. he would announce as 'being about a girl whose never leaving jeresy - this one was apparent to both be aimed at his mother who he was having conflict with and frank's wife, jamia (fans will often look at the fact that jamia unfollowed gerard on twitter during the band breakup but still follows everyone else including bob as a sign of conflict there. but gerard has shaded her in the umbrella academy because if five is frank, the dolores the mannequin represents jamia. it's safe to say that jamia is a stable down to earth person, the comparison is very sexist.)

the other thing with the breakup is that frank came out rough. he was looking rough during danger days, too. frank wrote stomachaches all on his own - i think he might have brought someone in for some of the drum tracks - but ultimately its all him. and it was fucking good and he got signed to a label all on his own. but if you look up his first live performance with the cellebration, he looks scared. despite being in so many bands and have done solo projects. with pency prep he was the front man so that wasn't even new to him. but the conflict at the end of mcr clearly took away a lot of his confidence to the point he was unsure if he could really do what was second nature to him. he has talked in interviews thinking about not returning to music after mcr, he talked about considering being a writer or even a mailman. he really had to rise from the ashes.

gerard did get help on the album, from james dewees, doug mckean and others. his solo live shows are also hard to watch, he seemed so unsure of himself when he doesn't have the mcr members supporting him. (even though getting rid of the band was supposed to fix his problems). he was a hesitant alien indeed.

so with that context in mind - the behaviour of when frank and mikey repost fan art is very different compared to when 'lola' reposts fan art. frank and mikey truly don't repost a lot of art. it is different posting mcr fan art because that is their life work - and when they were all united. they both don't have separate accounts dedicated to promoting their old solo albums. frank often uses his projects to encourage gerard to get back into music. electric century never really got its feet off the ground in the sense they never toured. they would never go on a 88 fan art repost spree to their story in the middle of the night. they both do not encourage fan art with fans' declarations of love and would not repost something like that. they keep healthy boundaries with fans.

lola is not a person. who is running the could is concealed from fans. lola encourages fans to profess their love to it by reposting and liking those kind of fan messages on mass - even though the fans don't know who they are saying that too, just a representative husk. (unless they do but that's a whole other issue).

lola is an account made for the promotion of hesitant alien, but has been converted to gerard's 'spokesperson', which is a strange move as he has a career outside of hesitant alien. what do new umbrella academy fans make of it - it's confusing. especially when gerard does have his own instagram who he could just hire a tech for to update it for him. but that's the thing, it doesn't have the anonymous animosity factor.

also lola is willing to promote ray and mikey. but lola would never promote or even acknowledge frank - until the reunion tour.

lola also comes alive to promote themselves and bask in fan attention at strategic times, like when frank is working on his projects. it is a way to take attention, shade as well as remind of an ugly time by way of a record that was not kind to frank at all.

essentially, the lola account is hostile under a layer of plausible deniability.

right now, this behaviour suggests that it is lindsey behind the account. when lindsey was on her public account she was notorious for shady tweets and bread crumbing. i'm not sure how much you know about lindsey, but she is dangerous to fans and the people around her she has a problem with. as much as i wish not to talk about her, i believe it's important to warn other fans to steer clear away from her. and try to deter some of the underhanded manipulation by calling it out.

#anon #lolaandg #no way lynz way

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cuntboyraytoro · 1 year

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Call me Than, Jinx or Puppy

my ao3

this is a sideblog so i cant follow back or send asks from here

franksclitpiercing -> cuntboyraytoro

He/They/Xe/It/neos (use any with me)

Obese bitch who ❤️ chubby emo men

85% dom top and 15% sub bottom

Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, The Used rpf & horny poster

own posts are tagged #Mors Loquitur

19 years of age (Minors DNI)

DID System host

aroace polyamorous transexual faggot (fictosexual/romantic and aegosexual/romantic and proculsexual/romantic)

KINKS AND SHIPS UNDER CUT

I have 2 ocs i ship with everyone (Xen, Drummer of MCR and Jae, Bassist of MCR) posts about them will be tagged with #WarpedTourPolycule

i write x reader (amab mostly) and other things. asks and requests are open

Fav ships: Frerard, Peterick, Rayrard, Ray/Frank/Gerard, Gerbert, Frerardbert, Poly!FOB, Petekeytrick, Bert/Jepha, Poly!Used, Gerard/Andy, Selfcest, Geetrick, Joe/Ray, Bert/Ray/Gerard/Frank, Grant Morrison/Gerard, Grant/Gerard/Frank, Gerard/Jamia/Frank, Andy/Joe, warped tour polycule

Fav kinks and tropes: Chubby, Piss, Emeto, Blood, Spit, Chocking, Feminization, Hardcore bdsm, Priest, A/B/O, Mafia AU, highschool AU, teacher/student (no underage), hate sex, enemies to lovers, bully/victim, urethra play, first time sex, dacryphilia, selfshipping, puppyplay, age difference armpits, sweat, dubcon that turns into enthusiastic consent, nerd x jock, medical kink, nurse x patient, doctor x patient, nurse x doctor, mommy/mistress kink, sir/master kink, humiliation, corruption kink, size difference, macro/micro, belly bulge, girlbulge, t4t, ball worship

DNI: Waycest shipper, underage shipper, terf/swerf/whatever they are called, racist, you enjoy MSI, you like lyn-z/brendon urie/bob bryar, you sexualize age regression, you think calling men she and baby girl is “problematic” and “weird”, you demonize bert (kys)

Will Probably block you if: you write feederism, you write daddy kink, you write fem!reader / only afab gn!reader, you write scat

#about me #bandom rpf #rpf safe #rpf friendly #mcr rpf #fob rpf #my chemical romance rpf #fall out boy rpf

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new2fivesauce · 2 years

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Until My Heart Explodes - Frank Iero

Howdy,

This is just a small smutty chapter of a series I had been working on a long time ago. The synopsis was that Spencer (Gerard and Mikey's sister) was ex-drummer for MCR. She departed the band suddenly, but came back hastily during the recording of Black Parade due to Gerard's drug addiction, Mikey's alcoholism, Ray (and Bob) possibly quitting the band, and Frank, her best friend with benefits, suddenly being engaged. I never completed it, but if anyone is interested, I can post the chapters that led to this one.

Pre-Black Parade Era

Warnings: nothing much other than a little smut and Frank being a cheater

Words: 2k

It was past midnight and the lady at the reception desk had eyeballed him with the most shameful eyes ever. Frank ignored her as he sauntered towards the elevators. He probably looked a bit sketchy in his dark clothing, dyed hair, and remnants of eye makeup, but who was that lady to judge? He mumbled miserably under his breath as the elevator eased to a stop at his floor. He read his sloppy handwriting on his key card, read the numbers on the doors, and then prayed to the key card gods that his key worked when he stopped at the room that was supposed to be hers.

He wasn’t worried about her having given him the wrong room number. He was worried that he transposed the numbers and that he could possibly be trying to creep into some unknown person's room. He inserted it; when the red light flashed green quickly, he pulled it out and turned the knob. He sighed in relief as he pushed the door open. The room was dark, but he knew without a doubt that he was in the right room. It smelled of peonies and cherry blossom lotion, a hint of chamomile tea, and clothes’ starch. Frank kicked his shoes off as he closed the door silently. He locked it and then began to tiptoe to where the bed was. His eyes took a while to adjust to the dark but when they did, he noticed the ironing board next to the TV, clothes ironed and folded for the next day. A suitcase close to the bathroom door. Lotions, makeup, and charging phone on the nightstand. Her sleeping body was enveloped under the thickest comforter. Frank pulled his jeans and t-shirt off, leaving himself in just his boxer briefs. He inhaled silently and then crawled under the covers. He scooched over until he could embrace her. He wrapped his arm around her midriff and pulled her close. The smell of her coconut shampoo, although so familiar with it, nearly drove him over the edge.

Spencer was not like any girl he had ever been with. Her confidence and self-esteem blew through the roof. She knew she looked good but wasn’t cocky about it. It was one of the things that drew Frank to her. Also, the fact that she was a sex goddess in bed. Frank’s mind wandered to all the places they’d fucked. Her naked body and faces of pleasure had remained ingrained in his mind. But it wasn’t only her looks and talent in bed that had kept him interested in her. She was intelligent, feisty, funny, and a bit difficult to read. He had always loved the challenge of trying to figure out her next move. His mind suddenly darted to Jamia… his fiancée. Guilt filled his conscience. He sighed heavily. Jamia was a pretty girl and underneath the baggy clothes, her body was fantastic. But she lacked confidence. Their sex life wasn’t all that either; It was pretty vanilla and she hadn’t made any indications that she wanted to spice it up. She was the safe choice. Gerard’s fuck up had opened his eyes and scared him shitless. He suddenly felt the need to settle. Other than that, he could say he was okay with their relationship…

Spencer awoke with a start, her body jolted before it tensed from the heavy weight of someone embracing themselves around her. Frank felt her shift, shushed her, and placed a kiss on the crown of her head. Spencer, realizing that it was only Frank, relaxed and eased her body back to mold herself with him. Frank smelled of cinnamon, cigarettes, and coffee. Even at whatever ungodly hour it was, Frank strangely always smelled of coffee. Spencer drew in his scent and quickly fell into slumber again. It took Frank’s non stop fidgeting to wake her up again. She turned her body sluggishly, her eyes still closed. Frank grabbed her by the hip to pull her flush to his body. He brought his face to hers and pressed his lips to her lips. Although drowsy, Spencer didn’t mind the slow, intimate, yet hungry kisses. Frank’s hand wandered from her waist to her bare thigh. She was in his favorite sleeping outfit: undies and an oversized t-shirt. He squeezed her thigh and a soft moan escaped Spencer’s mouth into his. He was fucking turned on and ready to take her in that moment, but that guilt gnawed at him again. Frank pulled away and she whined. He chuckled. “I missed you.” He whispered to her. She nodded as she gently opened one eye to look at him. He bit his lip as he watched her face. Since her argument with Ray and her departure from the band’s temporary housing while they recorded their third album, it had been easy for them to be together when and where they wanted. Even though nothing more than kissing had happened, tonight was definitely different. There was electricity in the air. Months of separation led to the built-up sexual tension they both were feeling suddenly. Spencer sat up. She gave Frank a small push, making him land completely on his back. In the shadow of the night, Spencer looked just as gorgeous as ever. She pulled the shirt she was wearing over her head, exposing her body to him. She straddled him, her warmth making him instantly hard. He smirked up at her. The only thing stopping them now was their underwear. Spencer returned the crooked smile. She grinded against Frank and made him whimper. “I missed you too.” She whispered to him before Frank flipped them over and attacked her lips. The kiss was hard, hungry, savage, full of saliva, tongue, and teeth. Frank bucked into Spencer, causing a gasp to slip out of the both of them.

The guilt that had chewed at him had grown almost nonexistent as his hands roamed his lover’s body as if it was his first time touching her. Although they had done this countless times, he was always nervous with Spencer as if it was their first time.

“Please…” Spencer groaned as he peppered kisses along her chest and gripped her waist while the other wrapped around the back of her neck. “Please, Frank… I’m so goddamn horny. Please, fuck me. I need you. I miss you. Please.”

Her whispered whines had Frank almost in pain. How could he have let her go? How had he gone so long without her body against and inside her? His dick throbbed, aching to get inside her. He slid off her boyshort underwear in a swift movement.

The soft moonlight that filtered through the window curtains was the only light in the room, but Frank could see Spencer glistening for him when he spread her legs open. She was fucking beautiful, lying on this hotel bed with dim illumination. Frank’s mouth watered as her pussy clenched around nothing.

Spencer was looking up at Frank as he admired her. His eyes were staring down at her most vulnerable part with such adoration. She’d never seen him look at her in that way. She slowly brought him back to reality, when she reached one of her hands to rest on his thigh. He blinked himself back to earth and with a weary smile, he pulled his briefs off.

He settled in front of her entrance, his tip teasing her. Spencer tried to press him into her, but he tsked and pinned her legs down into the soft mattress. “Patience, babe…” he softly said.

She managed to prop herself up on her forearms, just as Frank eased his tip in. Her head tilted back, eyes half-closed, her bottom lip tucked between teeth.

They gasped collectively as Frank eased in till he was at the hilt. Frank was well endowed and given the time it’d been since their last encounter, he gave Spencer a few seconds to adjust to his length and girth.

She didn’t finish collecting her thoughts though as Frank snapped back and slammed vigorously into her. He held her thighs apart, her heels digging into the back of his thighs. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and it was driving Frank crazy. She felt so damn good around him. Her soft velvet walls clenched tight as he felt her first orgasm beginning to form.

Spencer tossed her head left and right, strung out from the ecstasy. Incoherent words tumbled out her mouth but the only thing Frank could make out was his name and the occasional “fuckfuckfuck.”

Spencer suddenly looked at Frank wide eyed. Frank didn’t stop, just slowed his rhythm down. He knew she was close, he knew the exact way her pussy felt when she was almost there, but he wasn’t ready for her to climax.

He pulled out. An exhausted whine left Spencer as she propped herself up again. Frank didn’t say anything. He just raised a finger and twirled it once in the air. She struggled into a sitting position before turning facedown on the bed. They knew each other so well, they didn’t even use words.

She balanced herself on her hands and knees but Frank leaned forward to push her hands from under her making her drop down to her elbows.

“You should know better.” He mumbled lowly into her ear as he pulled himself back. He spread her legs apart as he placed a hand on her lower back slightly pushing down to angle her ass up more. He groaned at the sight. Her arousal was dripping from her core. He took two of his fingers to swirl it around. It was warm and sticky.

“You look so pretty like this.” He said as he teased her entrance. Spencer didn’t reply. She only exhaled in anticipation. Frank’s fingers wandered upward towards her other hole. He teased the puckered entrance by pressing in gently with his thumb. His mind wandered to the couple of times they’d tried anal and his dick twitched.

Spencer tensed at the sensation of his thumb entering her back entrance. She was not opposed to it but she wasn’t warmed up and Frank had edged her. She needed an orgasm and she wasn’t going to get it that way.

“Please…” she whimpered as Frank lazily began to massage in and out of her. It felt good but she needed more. “Need you. Need to cum.”

He didn’t need her to beg anymore than that. He was close himself just seeing the way he was toying with her. He hooked his thumb in her ass as he guided himself back into her soaked entrance. Spencer sighed in bliss as he picked up his pace. She groaned as Frank eased his thumb out of her back hole and gripped the soft skin of her hips and butt to guide himself into her the way she liked.

Another several pumps and Spencer could feel the familiar knot in her stomach start to form. “I’m almost there.” she moaned into the pillow beneath her head. Frank kept his pace, his eyes already adjusted to the dim room and able to make out the way Spencer’s folds were fluttering around him.

“I’m gonna–” Spencer mumbled, a white flash spread across her closed lids as her body caught the wave of her orgasm and caused her shudder. Her body began to grow limp as Frank finished himself into her just as the euphoria settled over her tired body.

Their bodies collapsed next to each other. They both gasped for air as the high dissipated. When their heart rates had gone back to normal, Frank and Spencer got comfortable once again with Frank spooning Spencer as he had before.

“Frank…” Spencer whispered, hoping that Frank hadn’t fallen asleep yet. He hmmmed as he leaned into head and kissed her hair. “Is this going to be the last time?”

Spencer felt Frank stiffen the arm that was draped over her side, completely unaware that that was what she was going to ask him.

“I don’t know, baby.” he answered weakly. He brought her closer to make her feel less insecure and he figured it did because her breaths became slow and deep not long after that.

He laid restless against the person he figured was his one true love. He just knew they weren’t anywhere close to making anything official; Spencer had made that clear when they’d first started with their benefits relationship.

The guilt that had vanished temporarily was starting to creep up again. He closed his eyes, pressed his forehead to Spencer’s head and hoped that feeling would be gone by the morning.

#frank iero #my chemical romance #my chem #mcr #frank iero imagine #frank iero smut #until my heart explodes #mcr imagine #my chemical romance imagine

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wrenmustdie · 2 years

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Full list of public!Frank Iero music endeavors, listed chronologically

On Spotify:

Pencey Prep

Heartbreak in Stereo

My Chemical Romance(1)

I Brought You My Bullets,You Brought Me Your Love (Iero’s guitar playing is only in two tracks off this album, listed below, however he provides backing vocals for several songs throughout. Most notably: Skylines and Turnstiles.)

Honey This Mirror Isn’t Big Enough for the Two of Us

Early Sunsets Over Monroeville

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

Life on the Murder Scene

The Black Parade

The Black Parade; The B-Sides

The Black Parade / Living With Ghosts

Reggie And The Full Effect(1)

Last Stop: Crappy Town

Leathermouth

My Chemical Romance(2)

Conventional Weapons

Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

Every Snowflake is Different (Just Like You)

Reggie And The Full Effect(2)

No Country For Old Musicians

Solo(1)

Compilation Album “Friends”; Fadeaway Records

2.5mg Just Ain’t Enough for Me

My Chemical Romance(3)

Fake Your Death

Frnkiero and the Cellabration

Stomachaches

Low Road

Kingdoms Crumble (Featured on 1 song.)

Three Storms

Death Spells

Nothing Above, Nothing Below

Frank Iero and the Patience(1)

Parachutes

Solo(2)

Compilation Album “Music for Everyone”; Collective Confusion Records, Sub City Records

Getting Into Heaven Can Be Hell

Frank Iero and the Patience(2)

Keep the Coffins Coming

Frank Iero and the Future Violents

Barriers

Heaven is a Place, This is a Place

Joe Bob Briggs and the Lone Stars

Monster Mash

My Chemical Romance(4)

The Foundations of Decay

Not on Spotify, Not Listed Chronologically:

Pencey Prep

Long Walk to Forever EP

Cotton Candy

Home

Heroine Slow

The Secret Goldfish (Acoustic)

Death of the Lionheart

Fat and Alone

Leathermouth

Myself (Bonus Track from XO)

Bloodnun

(Self-Titled)

Solo

Kerrang! Does Green Day’s American Idiot

Extraordinary Grrl

Frankenweenie Unreleased

This Song is a Curse

For Jamia

XMAS SUX

Sector 12

Everything Falls Apart

I Am A Graveyard

Attention Reader

The Homeless Gospel Choir (ft. Frank Iero)

Crazy

Frnkiero and the Cellabration

give me liberty, but give me depth

Frank Iero and the Patience

Helter Skelter

Two Minutes To Late Night(?)

This Charming Man

The Lovecats

Hybrid

Steve Weil and the Disco Kings

American Nightmare

My Chemical Romance (Not all of these may actually have Frank Iero guitar/vocals but I’m including them anyway)

Dreams of Stabbing and/or Being Stabbed

Like Phantoms, Forever EP

The Mad Gear and the Missile Kid EP

We Don’t Need Another Song About California

The Drugs

Sister to Sleep

Someone Out There Loves You

Zero Percent

Na Na Na (Simlish)

Not including mcr covers bc fuck trying to find all of those and figure out who’s doing what

#wren screams to the void #//text #frank iero #pencey prep #mcr #reggie and the full effect #leathermouth #save #working on a YouTube playlist with all of the songs

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portalmcr · 11 months

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Interação de Frank no Twitter: Reverb (29/06/2023)

"ei amigos, perdão eu estava no ensaio com a Dunes ontem e quando eu cheguei em casa eu só capotei. mas caraiiii a loja da reverb foi rapidona!!! brigadão lauren e o pessoal da reverb por me receberem e por arrumarem uma loja ótima. cês são rad! obrigado também ao pessoal que conseguiu pegar alguma coisa!!! eu adoraria ver/ouvir o que foi pra quem e porque vocês escolheram determinadas peças; eu espero que vocês as amem tanto quanto eu as amei. se você é um desses birrentos da internet e ficaram com raiva porque as coisas esgotaram rápido, eu sinto muito. já passei por isso com outras lojas que acabaram ou quando artistas que eu curto fazem um lançamento limitado desses. pode ser bem frustrante, especialmente quando já tá no seu carrinho e acaba indo de comes, mas mais pra frente eu devo fazer outras coisas desse tipo porque cá entre nós… ainda tem uma porraaaaaada de coisa que eu guardando. e por último, se voce tá com raiva que a gente fez uma loja: hahahahahahahaahhHAHAhahahHAHAHAH💃 KTF 🖤xofrnk ah e mais uma coisa: Fuck Whoever Started This Shit, a música onde eu toquei guitarra pro álbum da Liquid Death está no ar, é simplesmente um banger, o vídeo tá bem incrível e o chá de palma sem braço* deles tá um sabooooooor"

*(adm: Armless Palm Tea é um sabor de chá da Liquid Death)

Na descrição do produto: "Eu achei essa guitarra numa loja vintage em Hollywood antes de um show que eu ia fazer com a Patience no Troubadour. Eu nunca toquei uma Rickenbacker antes mas totalmente me apaixonei por essa cópia legalizada do Japão. Eu toquei ela um pouquinho na loja até que percebi que a gente ia se atrasar pra passagem de som e na minha pressa eu decidi deixar ela lá no último minuto. Eu imediatamente me arrependi da minha decisão porque pensei comigo mesmo, "Claro, é uma Rickenbacker, posso encontrar uma outra hora em outro lugar... Mas quando vou encontrar uma como essa novamente?". Então eu liguei pra loja e negociei por telefone e mandei uma amiga minha pra loja com um apanhado de dinheiro pra buscar a guitarra antes de subir no palco aquela noite. Usei ela no palco pelo resto da tour. (Obrigado, Anissa!)" - Frank

Pessoa: "Tô tão feliz que consegui pegar uma guitarra tão legal rápido o suficiente na loja de @/FrankIero na @/reverb. Será um lar amável pra ela aqui. 🖤" Frank: "🖤 essa é muito incrível. nunca vi uma como essa antes ou desde então. divirta-se com ela 🖤"

Pessoa: "Eu ainda NÃO CONSIGO acreditar que consegui pegar uma guitarra!! Estou tão grato e ainda um pouco em choque mas prometo que ela está em boas mãos, estou tão empolgado pra criar e tocar música que amo nessa coisinha :D" Frank: "Isso! Ok, então, essa foi um dos primeiros protótipos da Phanto que tem a cabeça dividida e a parte elétrica aprovada (adm: papo técnico de guitarrista). Ainda me lembro de receber ela no correio na casa em LA que eu e Bob alugamos enquanto fazíamos o Conventional. Um sentimento louco finalmente segurá-la.🖤"

Pessoa: "Meu Deus, cara, por que você tem tantas guitarras? 😭" Frank: "Jamia?"

(esse Tweet ficou indisponível porque a pessoa privou a conta) Frank: "Foda! Ok, essa Harmony é incrível, definitivamente fui pra lá e pra cá pra conseguir ela. E a jaqueta que usei na Swarm Tour do MCR na Europa. Certeza que comprei em Praga, uma das minhas cidades favoritas de todos os tempos. Boa aquisição! 🖤"

Pessoa: "Você tem história pra cada luvas sem dedos que você vendeu?" Frank: "Ehhh não tenho certeza. Provavelmente umas mais que outras. Eu sempre usava somente uma, só na minha mão direita porque no início do MCR a ponte da Les Paul feria minha mão quando eu fazia palm muting (adm: uma técnica de guitarra onde a pessoa encosta a lateral da mão nas cordas, perto da ponte da guitarra) e eu cansei de colar de volta minha pele. Então a luva oferecia uma pequena proteção."

Pessoa: "Onde você guardava todas essas coisas?" Frank: "Minha casa, por isso precisei fazer uma loja na Reverb."

Pessoa: "Quão difícil foi abrir mão dessas guitarras?" Frank: "Não foi muito fácil. Definitivamente eu colocava coisas numa pilha e depois tirava e depois colocava de volta e depois... Mas enfim, guitarras e instrumentos precisam ser tocados. Eles merecem fazer música com alguém e eu simplesmente não tenho horas suficientes pra tocar todos eles."

Pessoa: "Comprei isso! 🖤🖤" Frank: "haha Legal! Passei tantas horas em pé atrás dessa coisa! Conhecendo muitos de vocês e falando merda. Essa era a estrutura de vendas de merch por muitas tours nos tempos de Cellabration/Patience. 🖤👻🖤"

Pessoa: "O que te ocorreu pra vender uma bolsa pra roupa suja? Design legal, inclusive." Frank: "Então, em muitas das grandes tours os promotores de eventos ou patrocinadores fazem itens exclusivos de tour que eles dão somente pra banda ou pra equipe daquela tour em particular. Normalmente essas coisas são bordadas com o nome da banda e com as datas. Essa foi da Black Parade e eu achei que alguém gostaria de ter."

Pessoa: "Como você lida em saber que alguns imbecis e revendedores e o que seja podem ter posto as mãos nas guitarras, porque elas nem são minhas e eu estou estressado só em pensar que podem estar com alguém que estrague tudo." Frank: "Olha, tem muito idiota por aí. Já tive coisas roubadas de mim e vendidas no eBay e depois pedido pra assinar a coisa pela pessoa que comprou. É de partir o coração mas só tem algumas coisas que posso ter o controle. Pelo menos esses itens vocês sabem que são legítimos e posso provar pra vocês."

Pessoa: "Ainda triste que a camisa "Piss" do Milton Keynes não estava disponível." Frank: "hahah ainda tenho essa. 🤷‍♀️ quem sabe um dia"

Pessoa: "Comprei essa hoje. Parece que foi bem amada, mal posso esperar pra pegá-la!" Frank: "haha Aww foi sim. O primeiro show que fiz usando ela foi a primeira vez que a Cellabration tocou no México. Senti como se fosse uma grande conquista e acho que foi, levar sua banda pra outro país é sempre um marco. Jamia disse que eu deveria ficar com essa... 🤷‍♀️ aproveite."

Pessoa: "Vocé ainda tem essa camisa por aí? Ou se perdeu no tempo? 💔" Frank: "Acho que essa ainda tá na minha (acumulação) coleção pessoal."

Pessoa: "Inclusive, tem alguma fita cassete da Death Spells por aí ainda?" Frank: "ooof nem, essas eram muuuito limitadas. Só fiz manualmente tipo umas 30 dessas. Certamente tenho minha cópia, inclusive."

Pessoa: "Me surpeende como você lembra do que você usou em qual show ou que guitarra você tocou onde etc, especialmente com tantos shows que você tocou em bandas diferentes etc" Frank: "Sabe, James Bowman disse a mesma coisa pra mim hahah é a única circunstância em que posso dizer que tenho uma boa memória. Esses totens carregam memórias pra mim de alguma forma. Posso olhar pra uma camisa, um par de sapatos ou uma guitarra e saber exatamente onde comprei e onde usei. Qualquer outra coisa é um borrão."

Pessoa: "Eu consegui comprar uma guitarra de @/FrankIero. Eu sofri um acidente em 2019 que causou dano permanente nos nervos do meu braço e eu não pude tocar violão desde então por muitos motivos. Senhorita Elvira ainda é um violão que funciona e parece que ela tem histórias pra contar. Acho que é a hora. Elvira vai pra um bom lar e vai se juntar aos acúmulos que moram aqui." Frank: "🖤🤦‍♂️ Caaaara essa eu considerei pesaaaado. Aproveite, ela é belíssima."

Pessoa: "Eu escolhi essa guitarra do clipe da Segunda Guerra Mundial, mas você já usou ela pra alguma outra coisa ou não era o som ou tom que você normalmente gira em torno? De qualquer forma, estou super empolgado em ter ela!" Frank: "🖤 ah merda, boa compra!! Na verdade eu só usei ela no clipe de The Ghost of You, é uma guitarra tão linda que acho que não queria estragar ela? Meio estranho agora que penso nisso, pra ser honesto. Mas ficou pendurada na minha parede como uma relíquia por um longo tempo e depois foi pra você!"

Pessoa: "Comprei esses dois pra minha filha e minha esposa (e pra mim também). Tivemos que vender nosso antigo Microkorg anos atrás e estou feliz em ter um novamente. Grandes fãs do Reggie também." Frank: "É isso ai!! "Sempre uma boa ideia ter alguns microkorgs por aqui!!!" 🖤 boa compra"

Pessoa: "Estou curiose pra saber quantas guitarras você ainda tem depois de vender tantas 😳" Frank: "Não tenho que te dizer nada! 😬"

Pessoa: "Você ainda tem todas as coisas que os fãs te dão?" Frank: "Nossa, não TUDO. Seria insanidade. Eu fisicamente não conseguiria. Absolutamente não tem como"

Pessoa: "Acho que ainda restam pelo menos uma dúzia." Frank: "😂😂😂😂. 📈" (no gif: "esses são números de iniciante)

Pessoa: "Comprei isso :') pra que você usou essas malas? Elas vão virar decoração na minha sala 👌🏽" Frank: "hahah Aí vamos nós, essa é uma relíquia da porra!!! Primeiras malas da vida, primeira tour, passando pela Pencey, MyChem, direto pra Death Spells. Me serviram bem. Preciso mostrar isso pra Sara, ela vai se cagar toda quando ver isso 🖤"

Pessoa: "Você ainda tem esses? 💖" Frank: "Claro!!"

Conteúdo retirado do Twitter de Frank Iero

Tradução por Marin

#my chemical romance #mcr #portalmcr #frank iero #swarm era #reunion era #twitter #frank iero reverb shop

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mychemicalficrecs · 4 years

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What I've Been Reading Lately (Jul/Aug '20)

Just For Christmas by pikasafire, Gerard/Mikey, 1k, Teen And Up Audiences. Mikey and Gerard share a kiss under the mistletoe.

they drew blood by endlessnighttimesky, Frank/Gerard, 1k, Teen And Up Audiences. Needles just aren't Gerard's thing.

Make Babies and Accidental Songs by allyndra, Bob/Frank/Jamia, 5k, Teen And Up Audiences. Neither Frank nor Bob is the pregnant one, but they seem to be the ones doing all the freaking out. And they can't even blame the hormones.

Not Today by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd), Alicia/Mikey, 1k, Explicit. They don't play today.

If You Don't Have Anything Productive To Say, Suck It by gala_apples, Spencer/Gerard/Mikey, Gerard/Mikey, 2k, Explicit. Spencer kisses Mikey the first time because he's being a brat. Gerard knows exactly how to respond to Mikey's bratting.

measured out in miles by orphan_account, Gen, Fun Ghoul/Party Poison, 3k, Teen And Up Audiences. motorbaby learns how to drive.

i'm dreaming by femmefatal, Fun Ghoul/Party Poison, 344 words, General Audiences. It snows. In the desert.

are you ready for more by romanticalgirl, William/Mikey, 27k, Mature. Mikey doesn't know what he wants. And then William tells him.

Fragile by throwupsparkles, Mikey/Pete, Frank/Mikey/Pete, 19k, Mature. “Frank thinks you’re mad at him,” Pete says, sitting on the closed toilet seat lid. Mikey opens his eyes and sighs. “I thought we agreed that bath time was me time.” Pete grins. “I’m sorry to interrupt your sparkly bath bombs.” “I used the unicorn one this time,” Mikey says, holding up his hand to show Pete the glitter that was still stuck to his hand.

the return of post-hardcore punk by dapatty, Trojie, Gen, 4k, General Audiences. MCR need a drummer for their reunion show. They find one, but there are caveats.

#what i've been reading lately #gerard/mikey #frank/gerard #bob/frank/Jamia #alicia/mikey #spencer/gerard/mikey #fun ghoul/party poison #william/mikey #mikey/pete #frank/mikey/pete #gen

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burymeinblackemily · 4 years

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What a beautiful wedding I'm so happy for them ❤️

#MCR #My Chemical Romance #Gerard Way #Frank Iero #frerard #Mikey Way #Ray Toro #Bob Bryar #Lynz #Jamia #frerards wedding #MCR memes #killjoys

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incorrect-mychem-quotes · 6 years

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Ray: I wasn’t sure what kind of chocolate you liked, so I bought all of them.

Christa: Ray, there are like.. three hundred boxes here.

Ray: I panicked, okay?! Valentine’s Day can be very stressful!

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hollygolightlyclub · 5 years

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Gerard Way's (Vampire) Detective Agency series by jjtaylor [163k all together]

Explicit | Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Pete, Alicia/Mikey, Bob/Ray, Jamia/Lynz

Pete, in Decaydance Mansion, with a yarrow stake. Frank and Gerard, in the greenhouse, with a plant of questionable origin. Bob, everywhere you look, with a gang of assassins for justice. Vampires, valets, pamphlets, haunted furniture, dub-thrall, disembodied voices, zombie couriers, and sinister rituals.

Listen, this one's world building is incredible. It has these little blips about the universe in between chapters too, which I love.. I also really liked how Frank and Gerard's relationship was paced, and just the relationship in general. And PLEASE for the love of god read the sequel, The Detective's Secret!!! It's EXTREMELY important to the series, u get SO much more out of the plot than the first installment. The rest of the additions are just confetti, but there's def some cute extras in there as well. Anyway. I am begging!!! Please read, like I'm obsessed. It's very possibly my favorite fic series forever and ever, tbh 👀

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 3 years

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Illicit Affairs

A/N: Okay so the ages and timing on this story don’t make much sense but just overlook that, maybe? I don’t know you’ll see but just try to ignore it if you can for the sake of the story. Also I know it’s been forever since I posted but it’s because I’ve been working on this series, so yeah. Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Reader Word count: 2,488 Warnings: I don’t think any.

Your Uncle Frank was one of your number one supporters through it all, and by far one of your closest family members.

You had known him since you were 13, as he and your Aunt Jamia (who was your mother’s sister) had met early in high school and had been dating since. Now that you were 20 and in college, triple majoring at NYU, he was once again your biggest supporter, helping you financially at every opportunity he could. You always felt so guilty for the thousands of dollars he insisted on paying monthly to help you get through college with little to no student debt, but he was insistent.

And of course you knew that money came from his now wildly successful band My Chemical Romance. You had been to a few My Chem shows, but had surprisingly never actually met any of the guys, besides Ray who you accidentally met while dropping off some coffee for Frank at the recording studio. You were actually a pretty big fan of their music, but you never broadcasted that your uncle was Frank Iero. That remained pretty private.

But here you were, driving to one of their shows for the soundcheck from Frank’s New York apartment, which you were staying at for the summer because A. You were taking summer classes and B. He offered to pay you to dog/house sit while he was touring, since Jamia consistently had work that sometimes meant she had to travel.

You pulled up to the large venue, showing security the backstage pass that Frank had given you, before being escorted into the main arena, where empty spaces for chairs lurked open, a few maintenance and sound people running around and fiddling with various things. You looked up to see some of the guys sitting down in a circle having a conversation. Frank noticed you almost immediately, getting up with a big smile and running up to you, engulfing you in a hug, and you hugged him back. “How’s my favorite neice?” He asked and you lightly laugh.

“Great, you?” You asked and he smiled back.

“Great.” It was funny to be shorter than Frank, only be a few inches, but still, making you the shortest in both the family and in most social situations. He walked you over to where everyone else was, introducing you in general as everyone got up to shake your hand. You already knew Ray, who gave you a hug, but you had never met the other three.

First was Mikey, who seemed shy and a little awkward, but was pretty adorable. Then came Bob, who seemed chill, and finally Gerard. You had to admit he was pretty handsome both on and off stage, but you pushed some confidence forward so you wouldn’t chicken out. “I’m Gerard.” He shook your hand with a kind smile.

“Y/N.” You responded, shaking it back. You could see your uncle eyeing the both of you from the corner of your eye, but you weren’t totally sure why. Was your crush on Gerard that obvious. You pulled away a moment, somewhat nervously with the conscious that at least your uncle knew, meaning other people probably did too.

You all sat down in a group as the guys began asking questions about you and what you were doing in school. All of them (besides Frank who already knew) were extremely surprised as you triple majoring, but you couldn’t help and notice how Gerard was fixated on you the entire time. After a bit of explaining stuff about you, everyone split up to go do their own thing. Ray, Mikey, and Frank all went off to begin tuning and testing their stuff while Bob did the same, but Gerard stayed back with you for a few minutes.

“Hey, this could be totally weird and awkward and not cool and you can totally say no,” Gerard began, quietly to you when no one was around, “But would you mind if I got your number? I mean I could ask Frank but your his niece so that might be awkward and-” “No, no, it’s fine.” You lightly smiled, as if to reassure him. You pulled a sticky note and pen out of your backpack, writing it down, “Here.” You smiled at him, handing it over. “But I would advise you don’t tell Frank, because he might, ya know-” “Yeah, yeah, trust me, I know.” He said and the two of you lightly laughed. “Are you gonna be at the show tonight?” He asked and you nodded, “Cool, cool. Have you been to one before.” You nodded again.

“A few times, actually, I’ve just never gotten to meet you guys.” You lightly smiled.

“Cool, cool.” He responded. You could tell how awkward both of you felt, each of you having the urge to keep the conversation going but it just wasn’t there. “So I should probably go and start sound check, ya know. But it was awesome meeting you, Y/N.” Gerard smiled.

“You too.” You smiled back.

“I’ll see you around?” “See you around.” You lightly waved as he jogged the other way.

You ended up excusing yourself and saying bye, with the excuse that you had more school work to do, when in reality you just needed some air as your mind continued to process the idea that the Gerard Way just asked for your number. He was so nervous and cute about it that in a way it made you all the more happy getting to know him briefly, but he was nothing like how he was on stage. The confidence that seemed to erupt in him was all wiped away as he just seemed like a nervous outcasted teenage boy in a band, which maybe to an extent he was.

Gerard, on the other hand, was set on the idea that he had just fucked over any shot he had with you. And from what you had explained, you seemed like the perfect girl. Not only were you absolutely gorgeous to him, but you were kind, funny, and smart. And you seemed to have some tom boy in you, which only made you that much more attractive to him to send him mind into overdrive. He wasn’t sure that the perfect girl ever existed, until you walked in.

And he was shocked that you were single. Sure, you had a lot on your plate and probably not enough time for a relationship, but any boy or man would be insanely lucky to have you. But there he stood, mentally punching himself at how stupid he acted. And ideally he would have gone and ranted to the guys, but the moment Frank heard he was interested in you, he knew he was dead meat. Frank may have only been 5′6 but he could pack a punch if he wanted to.

And besides, you were eight years younger than him. And while that didn’t matter to him, and clearly to you it didn’t either, that would most likely be looked down upon by most other people. “It’s pretty obvious.” Mikey came up to him behind the stage, “You’re just going to have to deal with the wrath of Frank eventually.” The two looked over at the short man who was clearly pissed in some way.

It wasn’t until that night at the concert that your worries fluttered away. You had invited a few friends, who were all jumping, screaming, and dancing as you did the same in the pit. Gerard had taken the crowd by his hand with ease starting with their opener, and flawlessly sang and entertained everyone. You were genuinely having the time of your life, and even when the show ended you were still riding high from the buzz of adrenaline that the show gave.

You ran back stage, giving Frank a hug and he hugged you back. “You guys did awesome!” You sighed out, still in awe with a huge smile on your face. “It was absolutely incredible.”

“Thanks, Y/N/N.” Frank smiled back down at you.

“Y/N/N?” Ray asked, with a confused look.

“Yeah, it’s been her name in the family since she was like two.”

“Okay, Y/N/N.” Ray smiled at you and you smiled back. You couldn’t help but look over Ray’s shoulder, seeing Gerard standing back with Mikey drinking lots of water, for obvious reasons. You briefly excused yourself to go talk to them.

“Hey,” You walked up to Gerard and smiled, he immediately looked back, putting his water down and smiling back at you tiredly. “You did awesome.” You preached, “Like, actually, you did insane.” “Thanks.” He lightly laughed, “Glad you enjoyed.” You nodded. “Hey Mikey.” You looked at the skinny boy who waved back.

“You did pretty great too.” “Thanks.” He smiled, saying goodbye and departing from the two of you shortly after. Gerard pulled out a box of cigarettes, taking one in his mouth, and motioning them towards you, a way of asking. You shook your head.

“I’m alright, thanks.” He nodded, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and lighting the stick. He took a deep breath in, letting the smoke come out through his mouth only a few moments later.

“So you don’t smoke?” He asked next, casually. You shook your head, “Smart.” He lightly smiled. “It’s pretty fucking annoying.” You lightly laughed.

“Thanks for the advice.” You smiled.

Only a few seconds later you were called out by the rest of the guys, sitting outside their tour bus and drinking some beer. You noticed Gerard had none, and opted for just some water, you doing the same instead. For you it was pretty obvious, you were 20 and weren’t of the legal age to drink. But for Gerard it would seem off to most people, but of course Frank had told you all about how only a few months prior he was an alcoholic and had gotten sober, so naturally you didn’t blame him one bit for skipping out on the alcohol.

“Hey Y/N, want some?” One of the guys on tour asked. You shook your head. “Oh c’mon, it’ll be fun!” The guy continued to insist.

“Nah, I’m alright.” You said. It was pretty annoying when guys asked you to drink, because you knew that it was to get you to a point of being drunk only to get laid. Or even worse, the fear that the drink could be laced. Either way, you weren’t taking a chance.

“Are you sure-” “Hey man, back off.” Gerard, who was sitting next to you, spoke, “She said no.” “I’m pretty sure she can speak for herself.” The dude smirked and fired back, thinking he did something.

“And she already did speak. She said no.” He said firmly, more aggressive this time, “You’re on this fucking tour because you’ve been hired by my band. So I would suggest you leave her the fuck alone before you lose your job, buddy.” Gerard snapped. The other guys eyes just went wide, walking away in surrender.

“You didn’t have to do that, ya know?” You looked over at him, and he gave you a confused look, “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it, but it happens all the time.”

“Well it shouldn’t.” He sighed, “But you’re smart enough to know that. No offense, and this is not meant to be sexist, but a lot of girls your age don’t know that.” “Yeah, I know,” You admitted, “I’ve seen it happen one too many times.” Both of you obviously became slightly uncomfortable with the situation at hand, prompting Gerard to begin another conversation.

“So what do you like to do?” He asked, “Outside of school, of course.” “I don’t know,” You sighed, “I love to write, I have since I was younger. Reading goes a long with that, I’ve read comics since I was a kid too. I know that probably sounds stupid but-” “You read comics?” He asked, slightly shocked. You nodded, “What kinds?” “I started out with Marvel, since my dad collected Marvel as a kid. Then I got into DC, Watchmen in specific, I never got into the Justice League because I didn’t really see the relevance of it, but I liked the Avengers a lot.” He nodded and smiled.

“That’s pretty cool, ya know. Not really stupid in my book.” He lightly laughed, “I actually went to school to be a comic book writer.” “Really?” You asked, adjusting yourself in your seat and he nodded. “No way.” “Yeah, I did. But it was a rough time in the comics industry and nothing really worked out.” You nodded, understanding.

“Do you still do anything with comics?” You asked next.

“Yeah, I do.” He said, “In my free time I love to draw, I have this current project I’m working on, I’m not sure what it’s going to be called, but it’s like this weird super hero family type thing, but they’re all adopted, and this guys makes his kids a super hero team? That probably doesn’t make a lot of sense.” You lightly laughed.

“Not totally, but what I get from it, it sounds pretty awesome.” You admitted, “I think that would be pretty cool, and original. Which is something everyone wants when it comes to comics.” He nodded.

“It probably wouldn’t be hard to get it published now with this whole band thing.” You nodded.

“Well, if you ever need a second opinion on it, don’t hesitate to ask. Although I know it can sometimes be hard to show off your work.”

“I’ll definitely take you up on that.” He smiled. You got a vibration from your phone, which you checked. It was one of your friends, but glancing at the time your anxiety rose.

“Shit,” You muttered, “Hey, so I know we were just starting to actually talk and all, and I really don’t want to end that, but I kinda have to get back and-” “Hey, hey, don’t worry.” Gerard lightly smiled, “You’re really busy. It’s totally fine.” “You sure?” You asked again and he nodded.

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded, “Here, let me at least walk you out to your car.” “No, you don’t have to do that-” “Trust me, it’s alright.” He insisted, getting up and walking besides you under the night sky.

“It was really great meeting you.” You smiled up at Gerard as you two stood outside your car.

“You too, Y/N.” He smiled down. “This may be too soon, and it probably is, but I asked for your number after like five minutes of knowing you so I guess we are moving fast. Anyways, I’m rambling.” He stuttered a little, “But would you want to go out with me sometime.” You smiled.

“Yeah, of course.” You responded, “Just text or call me and we’ll work something out.” “Oh, okay, awesome.” He smiled. “Bye Y/N. Get home safe, okay?” “Bye, Gerard, and I will.” You said and got into your car.

#gerard way #gerard way fanfiction #mcr gerard #my chemical gerard #gerard way x reader #gerard way x you #gerard way x y/n #my chemical romance #My Chem #my chemical gee #my chemical romance x reader

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thoughts on the theory ‘drugstore perfume’ is about being a closeted trans woman?

i’ve never heard that interpretation before, drugstore perfume to me reads as a diss track. i can see how that can be seen when the lyrics are about a mediocre feminine existence. but i think he means it in a mean way, honestly. when gerard was touring hesitant alien, there is a clip of him introducing the song being ‘about a girl who’s never leaving jersey’. gerard being someone who always wanted to get out of jeresy and then did, it is a very personalized insult. if i had to make an assumption about who is the woman who is ‘never leaving jeresy’ i would say either his mom or jamia or both. while it seems he has repaired his relationship with his mom now, there was known tension especially around the hesitant alien era so to speak. she lives in jeresy. and realistically his childhood was a rough one. understandably parental relationships aren’t always easy. and i add jamia, who also lives in jeresy, because clearly there was conflict there during mcr’s break up, gerard was the only mcr member jamia unfollowed on twitter during it, she continued to follow everyone else - even bob. in the umbrella academy if five is frank that implies that delores - the lifeless mannequin- is jamia. that tells me that gerard isn’t above shading frank’s wife and since hesitant alien is his mcr breakup album that includes all the shade that implies.

the song would probably be nicer if it was about being closeted.

#anon #drugstore perfume

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thewordworrier · 3 years

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Born Bob Dylan - Part Three

Story Main Page - see this for warnings, etc.

Word Count: 1,709 words.

- - - - - - - - - - “Wh- why?” “Because you’re only human,” he said, his voice still so quiet and gentle. “Despite what we used to think, you’re only human. You think and feel and hurt and make mistakes like the rest of us.” Shelly frowned as she took this in, absent-mindedly chewing on the inside of her cheek. Gerard noticed this and tapped the dimple she was creating by her actions, which made her stop. “What?” She had to let her cheek go to speak. “Quit that.” He tapped her cheek again. “Hmn.” “I see you haven’t grown out of that habit,” Gerard said, raising an eyebrow. “I see you haven’t grown out of being a nag about it,” she retorted with a grin before giggling. “No, I don’t do it as much, I don’t think. But old habits are hard to break sometimes.” He nodded. “That’s true, I know.” “What did you mean, ‘despite what we used to think’?” She asked, letting go of one of his hands to gently run her fingers through his hair, checking the roots more than anything. “I think this needs re-dying again soon.” “I was going to ask you about that actually, ‘cause I think you’re right.” He tried so, so hard to resist closing his eyes and leaning to her touch; she’d always been so gentle with him. Always. “As for the other thing? We, as in the band as a whole, would always regard you as some kind of… Saint.” Shelly’s eyebrows almost met her hairline. When she spoke, she sounded incredibly amused. “And why is that?” Gerard grinned. “Mostly because of your patience. Especially with Frank.” Shelly couldn’t help it, she laughed. “God, he was such a little terror.” “I know. I think he still is.” “Mmm, he is. Poor Jamia. He’s like an extra kid. Maybe even an extra two.” Gerard laughed. “You’re not wrong. I think she’s expressed that once or twice. She wouldn’t change him for the world though.” “Yeah, I know, they’re so stupidly in love it’s ridiculous,” Shelly mused before blinking rapidly and moving away from Gerard, going to look through her handbag. He watched the expression on her face change and his eyes followed her as she moved away from him. He cleared his throat and continued. “Not just because of your patience with Frank though. Your patience with all of us. I know we all tested you at some point.” “It was my job though Gerard. I didn’t really mind. You were all so good to me; I could let you get away with testing me once or twice,” she dropped herself onto the sofa again and unzipped her bag. She shook her head and pulled her organiser out of her handbag instead. “You were always very good at your job. We really appreciated you. I don’t think we ever showed it enough.” “Financially, you showed me more than enough,” she said quietly, flicking through the pages in her lap. “You paid me very handsomely for my time. And you were always so respectful and kind to me. All of you. That’s more than anyone in my position could ever really ask for; to have her, or indeed his, charges actually listen to them and respect them.” “Difficult not to respect a woman who was working her ass off to help us, to better us. You were on our side; we learnt that very quickly and started to appreciate it even faster.” Gerard watched her smile as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear, her eyes still very focused on whatever was written on those pages. He heard her hum, possibly in agreement before she scribbled something on the page currently open to her, tucked the pen away and put the organiser on the table in front of her. Upon second thoughts, she closed it and leant back into the cushions. “In addition,” she said quietly. “Working for you guys is a very nice, glossy feather in my cap.” He laughed and shifted to sit on the side of the bed closest to her instead of the end. “Yeah, I suppose it would be.” “Definitely would be if I used it,” she said quietly. “I suppose I still could. If I wanted to get back into this scene. I don’t know if I’m too old for it though; I don’t think I have the energy levels and… Physical persuasion skills that I used to.” Gerard dropped the shoe he’d just finished unlacing and spluttered. “I.. Um… I don’t think you’d need to use those thi- that skill as much nowadays.” Shelly heard his correction and laughed before she snuggled back into the ‘too many’ sofa cushions. “Yeah, you used to splutter like that back then too.” He sighed and went to put his shoes next to hers before moving closer to the sofa. He noticed that she’d closed her eyes and was about to say something when she spoke first. “This is probably the most comfortable sofa I’ve ever sat on. Which is good, as it means it’ll be comfortable to sleep on too.” Gerard blinked rapidly. “What on earth does that mean?” She opened her eyes, blinked slowly a few times and looked over at him. “Um, I’m going to take the sofa? You’re the performer, you need the bed more than I do. Besides, we both know that I can sleep almost anywhere.” “Shell, I - ” “Plus,” she had a little grin on her face. “Aren’t you getting on a little bit now? You need the bed for your old bones.” His mouth dropped open and it took him almost a whole minute to compose himself. “Hey! You’re not that much younger than me.” Shelly was giggling to herself and when she managed to calm herself enough to speak, her voice was so full of the pure fondness she had for the man on the other side of the room. “Oh, Gerard. You know that I’m kidding. You know that I don’t really think that.” “Hmm, I suppose that, because it’s you, I can let it slide.” She looked up and he smiled a little at her. “I’m still taking the sofa.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “You really don’t have to.” “Well, I’m not letting you take it. You need to be comfortable and well rested to perform.” “And you need to be comfortable and well rested to do your job at the level you’re happy with,” he countered. Shelly opened her mouth to correct him, but closed it just as quickly and hummed. “Hm, okay, maybe I do have high standards. But who’s to say that the sofa isn’t going to be comfortable enough?” Gerard sighed. “God, you’re even more stubborn than you used to be. Look, just share with me? It’s not like we haven’t done it before. Besides, the bed is huge.” “Hmn,” she pushed herself to her feet and went to stand at the end of it. She stayed quiet for a few minutes. “I bet Frank would still find a way to take up almost the whole thing though.” “Oh, most likely, but he’s not here. You are still just as small though, so it’s not like the cramped conditions of a tour bus bunk.” He watched her look up at him and he noticed that her face was a light shade of pink. “So it’s not like we’re going to be too much in each other’s personal space or anything.” “Not that we haven’t been before,” she said, leaning forward a little to smooth her fingers over the duvet cover. “But that was a ‘needs must’ situation, I think.” “I would feel a lot better if you shared with me instead of sleeping on the sofa,” he confessed quietly. “Because, while the sofa may very well be comfortable, I don’t think you should risk it. I don’t want to see you in pain.” A small, wry smile tugged at her lips and she swallowed down a laugh. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” “Probably not, no.” Shelly sighed deeply. “Fine. I won’t sleep on the sofa.” “Or the floor.” She eyed him to see him raising an eyebrow at her in question. “God damn it Gerard, you and your browline. Fine, fine, I won’t sleep on the sofa or on the floor. I won’t force myself to stay awake so I don’t have to sleep; so we don’t have to talk about this again. I will share the damn bed with you.” Gerard grinned at her and she was reminded of the time she had sat with him while he explained the concept of The Umbrella Brigade to her. He’d been so excited to talk about it and actually, she’d been really interested to hear about it; she’d always been curious about what he was drawing when he was hunched up in a corner, scribbling away. She had never pushed him though, always just thrown a sort of “drawing again, pretty boy?” kinda comment across the room, or table while she was doing paperwork. He’d make an affirmative noise and she’d smile and say “if you’re ever comfortable, I’d like to see sometime.” It only took a couple of exchanges along those lines before he’d believed that she was actually interested and started opening up to her with his art; showing her little bits here and there. She had figured out that he had been building himself up to showing her something bigger, and she was right. One day, when she’d sat next to him on a couch on the tour bus, she listened to him explain his characters and their powers and was ever so delicate with the pages he was handing her to look at (which he had most certainly noticed and so deeply appreciated). She listened to him with her whole self and he had just been so excited and so… Proud with what he was creating. And he had every right to be, so she’d told him that and he’d gone incredibly pink but he’d smiled, sinking down into his hoodie a little. She was pretty certain that she’d lost a piece of her heart to him that day. Even though she knew she wasn’t supposed to.

#She Speaks #She Writes #my writing #fanfic #BBD fic #July 2021 #August 2021

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Grown to Love Secrecy - Chapter Three (Petekey)

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Summary: Mikey Way hates Oscar Wilde but Pete Wentz convinces him to read The Picture of Dorian Gray.

Chapter Three: The Tyranny of an Old, Loveless Man

It’s been a few days since Mikey and Pete’s first night together on the bus. It was an awkward endeavor, but Pete found it quite charming, seeing how nervous Mikey was and how much Mikey wanted to make him happy. He couldn’t help but smile the whole time he was with Mikey.

For the following days, things have been pretty quiet amongst the bands and their missing bassists. One always off with the other but this doesn’t mean that their performance has faltered if anything their new sparked friendship sparked between the two has set off speculation amongst fans and it drives them crazy to be able to sneak a peek at the hottest new bromance in the scene. Don’t even get me started on when the bands would join each other on stage and perform together, fangirls everywhere go wild.

The sun, the music, and the romance (well, mostly on Mikey’s side) has created the perfect summer for the two. Sure, there are some awkward moments of Mikey questioning their relationship status and Pete’s heart thinking for his dick or maybe the other way around. However, these aren’t things that you communicate with the guy you make out with sometimes. So, much like themselves, their feelings stayed in the closet.

Pete conjured up this crazy idea of having their bands being able to hang out with each other and create bonds within the two groups after they leave Texas. Making plans at going to some waterparks before and after their sets to cool off in New Mexico. Maybe watch the sunsets or see some movies as most friends do. And It was during this time where Pete has an inner monologue with himself everyday about his feelings for Mikey.

He promised himself that he wouldn’t hurt after Jeanae. He wouldn’t bend over backwards for another person because he’s the only one that gets hurt in the end and the only one that’s painted as a terrible person. But even so, his feelings for Mikey grow as they stay up late and talk about what the future holds for the both of them and their bands. Both of their widely anticipated third albums and the tours after Warped. Will they ever tour together again? Will they be happy (together)? Does anything they do matter? They are a bunch of existential motherfuckers.

Pete brought up the idea of marriage and Mikey scoffed at the idea which bewildered Pete.

“I don’t think marriage will ever be for me. When my parent’s divorced, it made me believe that love wasn’t as magical as most think it is? Will it really heal everything? Will having someone love me replace the hatred I have for myself? I don’t know.” Mikey looked up at Pete, finishing his mini tangent before his voice faltered and he looks away from him. “Plus, I don’t think I’ve met the person that I’d want to marry yet.” He didn’t want to think what he said was true as he would like to have a potential future with Pete. Marriage? Maybe not but it doesn’t mean that he wants to rid his life of Pete. He’s one of his closest friends and even if this fling isn’t anything but that, he’d still love to have Pete around.

Pete was silent. He didn’t know why he was so upset. Friends with Benefits shouldn’t hurt this much. The benefits of being Mikey’s friend is the occasional make out sessions behind porta potties at Warped and gross, sticky hand jobs and head in gas station bathrooms with the side effects of falling in love with a man that doesn’t believe in the magic of love and what it can heal. Pete shakes his head, who was he kidding. He was the one to initiate this whole idea of a fling with him, why he so upset? This was his grave and now, he must lie in. Or is it his bed? Well, it might as well be grave with the way that this relationship will the death of him.

“Sorry, I was thinking of… stuff.” Pete responded. ‘Yeah, that’s smooth as hell, Pete.’ He thinks to himself sarcastically, mentally facepalming.

Mikey let out a breathy laugh and Pete swore his heart could burst.

“Yeah, ‘stuff’.” He sits up and moves his hands up to make air quotes, “I can tell. Every time you’re deep in thought, your eyebrows squish together, and you bite your lip and look off into the distance. You’re kind of spaced out, deep in your own world. I think it’s pretty cute.” Mikey shies away from Pete and scoots to the end of his bunk.

Pete smiles and crawls toward Mikey, grabbing his thighs and pulling him into a kiss. The couple kiss for a few moments before they pull away, their breath heavy and their faces hot. Their noses are still in contact with each other as they lose each other into their eyes. They swear they can get high off just being around each other. They lay there for a while before they recollect themselves.

After they come down from their high, they get back to working on Pete’s mission to get Mikey to fall in love with Oscar Wilde (and maybe fall in love with him too).

“Alright. So, what chapter did you read up to last time?” Pete asked as he waited besides Mikey who’s flipping through the pages of the maroon-colored book that the pair have been invest in for the past week.

Mikey skims the book as he answers, “Uh, I don’t remember. I think we left off at the part where Lord Henry was saying some bullshit about his selfishness and how Dorian was like charmed, so he ditches Basil to hang with Lord Henry.” Mikey shakes his head at Dorian’s naivety. How can he leave the one man that seems to care for him for some other person who’s clearly not good for him?

As the pair read the rest of chapter three and move onto their transition into chapter four, Pete couldn’t help but notice the similarities between himself and Lord Henry. From his own perspective, he’s charming and witty yet so destructive. Almost everything good in his life has been ultimately destroyed at his own hand. He’s surprised that the band has lasted as long as it did. Maybe it was the other guy’s efforts into keeping the band afloat or maybe the band is what keeps himself sane. Hopefully, he isn’t the Lord Henry to Mikey’s Dorian. However, Mikey doesn’t see himself as that way. He hasn’t gotten that far into the book to find a character to relate to yet, he finds them all to be either too obsessed with someone else or self-obsessed and he doesn’t think that he’d ever find someone to fall that madly in love with to obsess over.

Despite, Mikey’s constant jabs at Gerard for loving Oscar Wilde so much he can see where Gerard in high school was coming from. This book is amazing and tugged at his heartstrings in a way that was too embarrassing to admit to anyone but himself. And well, maybe Pete. He is his boyfriend. In a way. Maybe. Probably. I don’t know.

While Mikey was having his third relationship crisis of that week, Pete couldn’t help but watch him. He realizes that he’d like Mikey around longer than the summer allows. But would Mikey want that? Is that what’s the best for either of them? Pete shakes away those thoughts of self-doubt. Why wouldn’t Mikey want to hang out with him and the guys? They’re best friends and Mikey’s pretty close with everyone else in the band.

Mikey could feel Pete’s gaze on his face, feeling himself grow hot before he turned to face the older man, “Anything wrong, Pete?”

Pete quickly snaps out of his own mind and shakes his head, “Sorry. Thinking again, aha.” He exhales before he speaking softly, “So… Mikeyway. Would you… and the rest of My Chem like to… I don’t know, erm, hang out tomorrow? Like all of us. As a group.”

Mikey was a bit startled by this proposition; their bandmates hardly hang out with each other off stage. It won’t be that hard to convince them though, considering all they do is hang out with Jamia at merch, sign autographs, hang with the fans, and mess with Cortez.

“I mean, sure? I think tomorrow will be great. I’ve heard New Mexico has the best sunsets.”

Pete smiles, “It’s a date.”

“Alright, who the fuck ate all my Cocoa Krispies” Bob exclaimed entering the main room on the bus. The rest of the guys looked up at him confused while Frank as stoic as ever without peering from his magazine answers, “Yeah, so what if I did it? It wasn’t labeled.”

This set Bob off and the rest of the guys and they all got into an argument over how the labeling system is bullshit and that if you know it’s not yours to not take it. All the guys except Mikey. This isn’t unusual behavior for him as he tries to avoid all conflict if possible. This was evident to Gerard and the guys when some drunk guy punched Gerard without warning and Frank tried to run up on the dude while Ray was holding him back. Leaving Mikey nowhere to fade into the background talking to some girl he took home later that night.

However, Gerard was skeptical, he hadn’t spoken all morning even during rehearsals, he didn’t even leave a few snarky remarks at Frank or Gerard as he usually did. It was odd.

Later after the bands small quarrel, they decided to take a small break and go on a walk while Gerard said that he’d rather stay with Mikey, leaving just the two of them on the bus.

Mikey on his sidekick, texting whoever the hell he’s always texting. Gerard guessed it was the guys from lostprophets or maybe the dudes from Fall Out Boy or Adam or Geoff or the countless of girls that ask for his number that he gives out on the random. He’s surprise that Mikey hasn’t gotten his number leaked yet. Mikey chewed on his lip as his fingers stayed frozen on the keyboard of his sidekick, glancing up at Gerard ever so often.

Gerard was the first one to break the silence, “So, do you have any plans for today?” Mikey kept his eyes glued to the sidekick, scanning the screen as it has the answer to Gerard’s question. Mikey sniffled a bit almost as if he needed some time before he spoke then he wiped his nose with the sleeve of his “Mikey” hoodie. He was prone to allergies, no matter what time of year it was, hay fever is one of his biggest enemies.

“Uhm,” He looked down at his sidekick once more before closing it and setting it to the side, “Pete and I were talking last night. You know, how he’s always trying to make me read The Picture of Dorian Gray? Well, we’ve been hanging out a lot and I know, I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to talk to you guys or hang out with you guys much.”

Gerard nodded along as Mikey spoke, agreeing with everything he said as yes, Mikey did hang out with Pete a bit too much to his liking and he hardly hung out with the band unless Pete is with him. It bothered him a bit, but Frank already said that he shouldn’t speak on it so he’s going to leave it at that.

“And he feels bad and wants us to all hang out as a group. Not just us performing onstage to rile up the fans or anything. Not My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy. Just a couple of dudes from Chicago and Jersey.” Mikey picks up his sidekick, reading the message that’s displayed before him but before he texts back a response, he looks back up at Gerard, “We can all go out to a waterpark far from Warped and we can just relax and swim and be us.”

Gerard smiles, “Yeah, I’d like that. I think the guys would like that too.”

Mikey smiles back at his brother, “Awesome. I’ll let Pete and the rest of the guys know.” Mikey jumps up from the booth and towards the back of the bus.

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