Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Re: MCR, Gerard/Mikey - FadedromanticalgirlJuly 8 2011, 01:58:57 UTC
Europe is perfect for his mood. He feels bleak and ancient and made of stone. It doesn’t matter that the tour’s going well. It doesn’t matter that they’ve got songs ideas for the new album and Gee has a vision for the band. All that matters is that Mikey is here and Pete is somewhere else, and the summer ended before either of them were ready, both of them knowing it was over and why, but not liking it.
He knows he’s not the best company in the van, and even Bob and Ray, who are both pretty easy-going, look ready to toss him out the side door and leave him on the autobahn. He tries to stay out of everyone’s way, tries to share the same awe they do at the ancient gothic churches and works of art, but he knows he keeps missing the mark. Frank actually called him out on frowning the other day, telling him that even Mona Lisa was smiling.
He knows things are really bad when they leave him sleeping in the van while Brian finagles a deal with a hotel and restaurant that even their cheap, broke asses can afford. He keeps feigning sleep while everyone unloads, ignoring the talk of showers and the privacy of jerking off with just one or two other people in the room. He huddles in his hoodie, fingers moving over the bartskull charm on the leather wristband Pete gave him.
The van’s quiet again, the merriment converging on the hotel and leaving him in peace. He opens his eyes and jerks as he finds himself staring at Gerard over the back of the van’s middle seat. “Holy shit, Gee. You scared the fuck out of me.”
“Sorry.” He’s frowning, watching Mikey with eyes that don’t miss anything. For a brief, selfish moment Mikey misses Gerard being so deeply involved in his own shit he didn’t really see anyone else’s. “You want to talk?”
“Nothing to talk about. We both knew how it was going to go. No other way.”
“Doesn’t change how you felt. How you feel.”
“I feel like shit. Nothing changes that either.”
“You’re still friends.”
“Yeah. And that hurts probably just as much as if we weren’t speaking. I mean, it won’t in the long run, but now it hurts like a fucking bitch.” He sighs and closes his eyes. “Fucking Pete Wentz.”
“I won’t even say ‘I told you so’.”
“Thanks.” His lips quirk in a reluctant smile. “I’m sorry I’m such a downer.”
“We’re just ignoring you.” Gerard smiles as well and crawls into the back seat, tugging Mikey close. He kisses his forehead and then his cheek and then the tip of his nose. “You’re going to be okay, Mikeyway.”
“I know. I just wish it felt that way.”
“It will.”
“I know that too.” Mikey sighs. “I wish I didn’t feel like shit about that too.”
Gerard guides Mikey’s head down to his lap, petting him, combing his fingers through Mikey’s hair. Mikey feels himself choke slightly, emotion clogging his throat. “It’s going to be okay, Mikes. You and Pete, you’re sweet little dudes, right?”
He nods, closing his eyes tight enough to keep the tears from escaping. “We are.”
“Sweet little dudes last,” Gerard assures him quietly, still petting his hair. “Even when you think things are over, sweet little dudes surprise you.”
He nods again and swallows hard. He doesn’t recognize his own voice. “Thanks, Gee.”
Gerard doesn’t answer, but that’s okay. Mikey’s pretty sure there’s nothing else to say.
Re: MCR, Gerard/Mikey - FadedromanticalgirlJuly 8 2011, 12:33:44 UTC
I was thinking about this, and it just seems like 99% of the postSoL stuff is Pete POV/Pete-centric, and I just wanted to know how Mikey felt about the whole thing. WOES.
He knows he’s not the best company in the van, and even Bob and Ray, who are both pretty easy-going, look ready to toss him out the side door and leave him on the autobahn. He tries to stay out of everyone’s way, tries to share the same awe they do at the ancient gothic churches and works of art, but he knows he keeps missing the mark. Frank actually called him out on frowning the other day, telling him that even Mona Lisa was smiling.
He knows things are really bad when they leave him sleeping in the van while Brian finagles a deal with a hotel and restaurant that even their cheap, broke asses can afford. He keeps feigning sleep while everyone unloads, ignoring the talk of showers and the privacy of jerking off with just one or two other people in the room. He huddles in his hoodie, fingers moving over the bartskull charm on the leather wristband Pete gave him.
The van’s quiet again, the merriment converging on the hotel and leaving him in peace. He opens his eyes and jerks as he finds himself staring at Gerard over the back of the van’s middle seat. “Holy shit, Gee. You scared the fuck out of me.”
“Sorry.” He’s frowning, watching Mikey with eyes that don’t miss anything. For a brief, selfish moment Mikey misses Gerard being so deeply involved in his own shit he didn’t really see anyone else’s. “You want to talk?”
“Nothing to talk about. We both knew how it was going to go. No other way.”
“Doesn’t change how you felt. How you feel.”
“I feel like shit. Nothing changes that either.”
“You’re still friends.”
“Yeah. And that hurts probably just as much as if we weren’t speaking. I mean, it won’t in the long run, but now it hurts like a fucking bitch.” He sighs and closes his eyes. “Fucking Pete Wentz.”
“I won’t even say ‘I told you so’.”
“Thanks.” His lips quirk in a reluctant smile. “I’m sorry I’m such a downer.”
“We’re just ignoring you.” Gerard smiles as well and crawls into the back seat, tugging Mikey close. He kisses his forehead and then his cheek and then the tip of his nose. “You’re going to be okay, Mikeyway.”
“I know. I just wish it felt that way.”
“It will.”
“I know that too.” Mikey sighs. “I wish I didn’t feel like shit about that too.”
Gerard guides Mikey’s head down to his lap, petting him, combing his fingers through Mikey’s hair. Mikey feels himself choke slightly, emotion clogging his throat. “It’s going to be okay, Mikes. You and Pete, you’re sweet little dudes, right?”
He nods, closing his eyes tight enough to keep the tears from escaping. “We are.”
“Sweet little dudes last,” Gerard assures him quietly, still petting his hair. “Even when you think things are over, sweet little dudes surprise you.”
He nods again and swallows hard. He doesn’t recognize his own voice. “Thanks, Gee.”
Gerard doesn’t answer, but that’s okay. Mikey’s pretty sure there’s nothing else to say.
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I ached for Mikey and how badly he was missing Pete, and loved that Gerard stayed there, comforting as much as he could.
“I know that too.” Mikey sighs. “I wish I didn’t feel like shit about that too.”
Yeah :(
This is fabulous.
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I love this. <3
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