vampymikey

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his knees omg o(≧▽≦)o he´s so cutee

day 1391 x

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omg, i´ll do this for summer it´s so cutee

today i present u: red roots gerard way 😺

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found pencey preps angelfire and i think i miss this kind of sites + some pics of mini frank i found there

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let me break this awkward silence

bullets! mikey way x f!reader

a/n: there needs to be more mikey stuff here plss ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

she’d known the way brothers for ages now, long enough to see them go from garage rehearsals to playing tiny clubs with questionable lighting and ceilings low enough to hit your head on, she'd been there, always somewhere between a friend and a professional chaos instigator.

especially with mikey.

mikey, who always avoided the spotlight like it might burn him. mikey, whose hands were shaking while he played bass. mikey, who she sometimes caugh looking at her and immediately glanced away like he hadn’t been staring at all.

they'd gotten close in that weird, slow way people do when they hang out too much. coffee-fueled afternoons on the brothers’ porch, watching horror movies, fighting over mixtapes, making fun of frank until he flipped them off. and even though she caught him looking, blushing, fidgeting and cracking awkward jokes, neither of them ever said anything.

mostly because mikey looked like confessing anything might physically kill him.

so when he called her and nervously invited her to a show by saying, and i quote “i mean.. you don’t have to come, obviously. i just thought... it might be cool. if you did”, she said yes before he could finish mumbling.

the venue was literally a shoebox with speakers. black walls, one dying spotlight, and it smelled like cigarettes, sugar and who knows what else. she squeezed herself through the mess of bodies until she spotted mikey, pacing at the edge of the stage.

his bass hung low while he cracked open a beer with a tremble.

“mikey?” she called him.

his head snapped up. eyes wide. pink cheeks. “you came!”

“i said i would, didn’t i?”she gave him a crooked smile and stepped closer.

“oh. right. you did.” he scratched the back of his neck, then immediately tripped over his own shoelaces. she caught him by the arm before he could faceplant.

“theres no way,” she laughed, “you’re drunk already?”

“i’m preparing,” he said, very seriously. “it’s part of my process.”

“oh, what is it? your sacred bass ritual?”

she smiled at him. “you’re gonna do great. promise.”

and somehow, that made him smile too, one of those soft ones that took over his whole face, which was weird considering that it was him.

the set was pure, joyful mayhem, frank even tackled ray mid-song. mikey barely looked at the crowd, just glanced toward her now and then, like checking to make sure she was still there.

after the show, all being sweaty and shaky, she found him again. he didn’t even get a chance to overthink it, she just threw her arms around him.

“you guys were insane,” she said into his shoulder.

he hugged her back, careful but warm. “i think that was one of the best ones yet.”

back at the ways’ house, things devolved fast.

frank was trying to walk across the couch cushions and kept falling into ray’s lap. ray was yelling about someone eating all the ice again and gerard had passed out halfway through a monologue about who knows what, while she was squished on the floor, back pressed against mikey’s chest, his arms draped loosely around her shoulders.

every time she laughed, he leaned in a little more, breath warm against her ear.

gerard blinked awake just long enough to smirk at them. “weird that mikey lets you be that close. he won’t even let me high-five him anymore.”

“gerard,” mikey hissed, flushing from the neck up.

she laughed while ray pushed frank from the sofa, “you two and your teenage romance”

ray then yelled, standing with a soggy ice bag while it dripped into him and the carpet. “why is the entire bag of ice just water now?! frank did you eat the ice again?!”

“maybe,” frank said from behind the couch.

gerard sighed. “don’t get angry man, it’s just ice, i’ll go buy more. mikey, come with me.”

then he paused, smirking.

“actually, you go too.” he nodded at her, winking like a cartoon villain.

so somehow, she and mikey ended up walking alone under flickering streetlamps, the empty streets a little too quiet, his jacket sleeves too long for his hands.

“i’m sorry about.. well all of whatever was that,” he mumbled. “they are uhm, well i don’t really know.”

“oh come on, they are so fun to be around,” she said.

he glanced at her sideways. “you think?”

“yeah. it’s nice. like... messy? in a good way.”

he stopped walking.

“can i tell you something?” he asked, voice soft.

she nodded. “only if i can tell you something after.”

he took a breath. “i, um... i’ve liked you. for a while now. like-a while. and i didn’t want to be weird about it. but i think about you all the time. and you’re really funny and pretty and cool, and i never know what to say around you, i get all nervous and-”

“mikey way,” she cut in, stepping forward. “i have been in love with your awkward, adorable, hoodie-wearing ass for months.”

“wait, seriously?!”

she nodded. “can i, uhm, maybe kiss you?”

his breath caught. “wait. what? are you serious? gerard didn’t put you up to this, right?”

she laughed. “i would never mess with you in this way.”

right there on the sidewalk, lit by the hum of a neon shop sign, her lips found his warm, soft, slightly chapped ones, and he melted. his hand found her cheek, the other her hip, and he smiled into the kiss like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

when she pulled back, he was grinning. “holy shit.”

he took her hand, swinging it lightly. “let’s skip the ice. i wanna hold your hand the whole walk home.”

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POV: Gerard casts a spell on you then shows you his cool drawing

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just created this cause my chem obsession is back