Fic: Worth It 1/1 (My Chemical Romance, R, Mikey/Alicia)
Title: Worth It
Status: Complete
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Word Count: roughly 2,000
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in or related to My Chemical Romance. They're real people for god's sake and this so very much not-real. Especially the Mikey being female and lesbian parts.
Pairing: girl!Mikey/Alicia, girl!Mikey/girl!Pete
Rating: R
Betas and helpers: 1001cranes for the beta ariadne83 for the crazy and giddy_london for the post that pushed me to finally write this.
Authors Notes: I've never done femslash before so, lets hope this is okay. I blame my friends and this picture - along with all the others where Mikey has Shane from the L Word hair.
Warnings: Lesbian sex. Style skirting the edge of not!fic
Summary:Fun fact about Michelle "Mikey" Way. She's a lesbian. A big one.
Stop me if you've heard this one.
So, once upon a time in New Jersey there was this guy Gerard Way and his little sister Michelle, but everyone calls her Mikey. In the beginning, Gerard kinda keeps to himself and lives in his mom's basement and Mikey's a bit of a scene slut of the lesbian variety. Gerard wants to save lives and she wants to be in a musician - like Joan Jett or Pat Benatar or fucking Morrissey. So its no surprise when one day they start this band together with these other guys, Matt and Ray and Frank.
They practice and Mikey may not be the best bassist ever alive (she thinks that may be either Flea or Les Claypool) but she can more than keep up and together My Chemical Romance is pretty fucking special. She knew that it would be when she let Gerard have the name she came up with.
As is the case sometimes when a group doesn't suck, over time the band gets more successful. They make an album and they go on tour and shit's tough because they're tired and hungry and broke as hell all the time and they smell awful. Some of the guys have girlfriends they leave behind and some of the guys are Gerard so, there's that, and Mikey's mostly not thrilled with the lack of pussy on the tour because damnit she's twenty-one and she's got fucking needs. But there's usually at least one bi-curious hetero-flexible scene queens at most shows and so Mikey makes her way through the pool surprisingly limited pool of beautiful emo girls in the eastern states a few times before Gerard starts to worry if she's not maybe a female misogynist. (Which she's not. She's just got skillz, yo.)
Frank's like way over invested in her conquests. That's mostly because he's totally in love with his girlfriend Jamia back in Jersey and like, he doesn’t wanna cheat or anything but tours can get boring and even when they get buses there's no cable. Plus, he's of the opinion why buy porn when he can just catch glimpses of Mikey making out with random girl A through Z instead. Also she's pretty sure he misses the hunt so he kinda, like, actively cheerleads her sex life and Barney-Stinson-style wingmans for her on tour after tour.
"So, hottie in the Avenged Sevenfold shirt told me she thinks you have beautiful breasts," Frank tells her at an after party one time.
Mikey has to laugh. "How'd that come up?"
Frank shrugs and bounces on the balls of his feet. "I was talking about your breasts."
"I told you not to do that." Mikey sighs because really, she shouldn’t need to have that conversation again. It’s a blanket policy ranging from what its like to wear a bra (he stole hers once and wore it for a week - it was never the same), if one was bigger than the other (the left was bigger), if hair grew on her nipples, if she preferred nipple twisting to biting and whether or not it was fair that guys got to walk around shirtless if they had man boobs. She doesn’t mind talking about any of those things, its just that Frank tends to fixate.
"Right. I know. But now you know she likes them!"
"Everyone likes breasts, Frank. You like them. I like them. Hell Gerard likes them and he'd rather cut his dick off than fuck a girl with it."
"Still! It came up. It also came up that she wouldn't mind seeing yours, what with thinking they’re great and all."
Mikey has to think about it. But she hadn’t gotten laid in two cities at that point so she sucks it up and asks, "Which Avenged Sevenfold shirt? There's like six."
Frank claps like a spastic seal than points, hugely and obviously across the room. "The one with blue hair," he proclaims and jesus, she’s fucking hot. The blue hair thing works on her, especially with the purple-red lipstick and the butchered shirt.
"Fuck. Nice work, Frank."
"I am my lady's humble servant," Frank beams at her and bows a little. Mikey ends up eating the blue haired girl out on the sink of the girl’s bathroom. She fucks Mikey into the door and that’s pretty much how it is in every city.
The shows get better as they get better and she spends her time on stage fucking tearing it up because that’s what they do. She does her best with Gerard, wishing she could fix him, knowing she can't, and fucks her way through every sound, guitar, bass, drum and lighting tech, musician, merch girl, and venue staff member with a pretty face that'll look at her twice.
There's a few interviews where some asshole reporters from some shitty local magazines no one reads anyway will make comments about being her being a girl and asking about if she's a lesbian to which she doesn't answer because her mom asked her not to, they've got cousins who might not be understanding. This usually leads to Gerard grabbing the reporter’s attention and going off on the feminist tirade that Mikey probably should be delivering but Gee's a lot more eloquent than she is. Plus, there's lots of chicks who speak up and not enough men like her brother touting the novel idea that girls are, ya know, equal with boys, even on the Emo/Rock scene. So Mikey spends a lot of time in interviews trying to make herself look as unengaged as possible and only talks about the music.
None of that means shit as she watches Gerard spiral out. She's powerless, hell they all are, as Gerard crashes and burns. Matt gets kicked out and everything's weird and they're starting to get, like, actually famous which doesn’t actually help things and so maybe she slows down with the girls a little, but only a little.
The whole fucking band exhales when Gerard dries out. They make a video - real one, not a jury-rigged POS like Vampires - start touring again and their record starts to crack numbers that make Brian giddy when he calls, which he does, all the time. Gerard spends almost as much time on the phone with Brian as he does with his therapist and Mikey knows that it can’t just be work even though she totally buys that they haven’t done anything.
And then there's Warped 05 and Petra "call me Pete, fuck the gender norms, my femininity isn’t defined by an absence of the masculine, I'm not some rigid patriarchal fuckpuppet" Wentz. For about two months that summer, Mikey's really fucking into Pete. Like, a lot. Like she fucks her semi-exclusively the whole tour (but shit happens like that thing with Christina Guiterrez. That was an accident, nothing actually happened but if it did, Mikey was drunk so it doesn’t count anyway.). But it's just the one tour because despite her gate-crashing gender-blending sexuality-fluid persona that is just as real as the Pete who's floating in a sea of anti-depressants, Pete's in love with her very male lead singer. Eventually, everyone knows, she is going to chill the fuck out and let Patrick marry her.
And that's the way it should be. Mikey knows that, believes that. She knows two people who are right together when she sees it but if Pete doesn't ask her to be a bridesmaid when that day finally comes, probably fifteen years from now, she will shove her foot so far up Pete's ass that she'll taste leather. That doesn't stop the break up from sucking balls though.
After Pete there's a few months or so where Mikey lets Frank turn on his extra wingman superpowers (best exemplified by the time he managed to wrangle not one, but two actual bonafide, seen-them-on-the-website Suicide Girls back stage, both of whom had fucking tongue studs - she's doesn’t feel she's sufficiently repaid Frank for that one). It's fun. It's easy. She maybe breaks a few hearts along the way but never on purpose. Aside from that little detail it’s all fucking good - Gerard's sober, Bob’s more than settled into the group and life's pretty awesome.
Then she meets Alicia. Alicia with dark hair and big eyes(both of which remind her a tiny bit of Pete and make her wonder if maybe she doesn't have a type after all) and the razor sharp sense of humor. She's a bass tech. She's smart. She's funny. She’s talented. And last but definitely not least, she is motherfucking beautiful in a way that makes Mikey’s breath catch, no for real. Sometimes she’ll look at Alicia and actually cannot breathe.
She also becomes a good friend fairly fast. And she won't let Mikey fuck her.
"Your dyke drama's legendary," Alicia says with a smile that's flirty as fuck and also steady and backed with fucking steel. “I’ve got enough drama on my own.”
Frank says she likes the challenge. This is totally true. She fucking loves the challenge. There aren’t many left. But it’s not just that. There’s something about Alicia that makes Mikey relax like she’s sliding out of all the bullshit into the real reality.
After she meets Alicia, Mikey stops screwing around. Period. She hasn’t even gotten a kiss yet but she knows, she knows that she doesn’t want anyone else like she wants her. She doesn’t know how she’s going to convince Alicia of that but it doesn’t stop her trying.
By the time they hit the last two weeks on that leg of the tour and Mikey’s getting kinda desperate. Frank advocates seduction. Gerard’s all about the grand gesture - it worked for him and Brian, he says. Ray thinks that she should just go talk to her. Bob has no comment and wants to know why they’re even talking about this when it’s a hotel night and they could all be taking showers.
Mikey goes with Bob’s plan, showers, and steals one of Frank’s wife beaters. It’s worn out and practically see-through which is kind of the fucking point. She doesn’t know if Alicia’s going to be at the party everyone (meaning the people who were on uppers, coke, or didn’t just get off a bus after ten hours only to perform for a crowd of thousands of screaming teenagers) is going to be at. But she might be, and if she is, well, then Mikey’ll try. And if she’s not, she’ll get really fucking wasted and probably won’t mind.
But she is there. She’s there with two friends and Mikey does three shots (no more no less) to steel herself before she goes over. Mikey only shakes a little as she pulls out a move that would mortify Pete (“So fucking Old Guard Mikey, jesus fuck, you sad little baby butch”) and asks Alicia to dance.
Alicia smiles at her, that flirty-solid smile that Mikey’s fucking dying over and climbs to her feet and lets Mikey pull her onto the dance floor. It’s less dancing and more grinding but Alicia’s got her arms around her neck and their faces are close together and Jesus, Mikey just wants to kiss her.
“I’ll make it worth it,” she shouts over the raging music and Alicia blinks at her, confused. “The drama. I swear to God, Alicia, my drama’s fucking worth it. I’ll make it worth it.”
Alicia doesn’t say anything. She goes pulls Mikey forward by the front of Frank's threadbare shirt instead and kisses Mikey, vacuuming out all the air from Mikey’s body with her mouth and her tongue and her hands sliding up under Mikey’s shirt to cup her bare breast. They fit Alicia’s hands fucking perfectly and when she drags her thumb over Mikey’s nipple, Mikey’s knees actually give a little.
“You better.”
And Mikey does. She really fucking does. It’s not the easiest thing in the world, old habits are hard to break, but it’s worth it for her. Frank’s crushed, all “How can you do this to me” and “don’t you even care” and all that shit because Mikey’s changed his lesbian kissing line up from buffet to single entrée but Gerard’s giddy. He loves love. He’s a Care Bear masquerading as a human being and is a bigger girl than she is.
Things are far from fucking perfect. Mikey’s on the move all the time and Alicia can’t always come with and that fucking sucks but it’s working. They’re actually working, as a couple. They really are. When she falls apart at the Paramour, Alicia’s there afterwards, holding her together and keeping her from shattering into a million pieces. And when she stops wanting to die all day, every day, she goes back to trying to be worth it because Alicia definitely is.
When she calls Frank and asks him to share maid of honor duties with Gerard, she gets a twenty minute rant on how marriage is death. Jamia snatches away the phone, tells Mikey that Frank will call her right back and hangs up and presumably yells at him for the additional twenty minutes it takes the phone to ring again. When Frank calls back, he apologize, shouting his I'm sorry loudly away from the phone so Jamia can hear. Then they get to talking about the important things like how Mikey asked and if Frank gets to pick the strippers for the bachelorette party.
“You sure?” Frank asks, mostly teasing but a little not.
And there’s no fucking question. Of course she’s sure. “You’re wearing a dress,” Mikey says instead. “I’m thinking hot pink and stiletto heels.” Then she lays her head in Alicia’s lap and hits the speaker function so that she can hear him rant too.
Status: Complete
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Word Count: roughly 2,000
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in or related to My Chemical Romance. They're real people for god's sake and this so very much not-real. Especially the Mikey being female and lesbian parts.
Pairing: girl!Mikey/Alicia, girl!Mikey/girl!Pete
Rating: R
Betas and helpers: 1001cranes for the beta ariadne83 for the crazy and giddy_london for the post that pushed me to finally write this.
Authors Notes: I've never done femslash before so, lets hope this is okay. I blame my friends and this picture - along with all the others where Mikey has Shane from the L Word hair.
Warnings: Lesbian sex. Style skirting the edge of not!fic
Summary:Fun fact about Michelle "Mikey" Way. She's a lesbian. A big one.
Stop me if you've heard this one.
So, once upon a time in New Jersey there was this guy Gerard Way and his little sister Michelle, but everyone calls her Mikey. In the beginning, Gerard kinda keeps to himself and lives in his mom's basement and Mikey's a bit of a scene slut of the lesbian variety. Gerard wants to save lives and she wants to be in a musician - like Joan Jett or Pat Benatar or fucking Morrissey. So its no surprise when one day they start this band together with these other guys, Matt and Ray and Frank.
They practice and Mikey may not be the best bassist ever alive (she thinks that may be either Flea or Les Claypool) but she can more than keep up and together My Chemical Romance is pretty fucking special. She knew that it would be when she let Gerard have the name she came up with.
As is the case sometimes when a group doesn't suck, over time the band gets more successful. They make an album and they go on tour and shit's tough because they're tired and hungry and broke as hell all the time and they smell awful. Some of the guys have girlfriends they leave behind and some of the guys are Gerard so, there's that, and Mikey's mostly not thrilled with the lack of pussy on the tour because damnit she's twenty-one and she's got fucking needs. But there's usually at least one bi-curious hetero-flexible scene queens at most shows and so Mikey makes her way through the pool surprisingly limited pool of beautiful emo girls in the eastern states a few times before Gerard starts to worry if she's not maybe a female misogynist. (Which she's not. She's just got skillz, yo.)
Frank's like way over invested in her conquests. That's mostly because he's totally in love with his girlfriend Jamia back in Jersey and like, he doesn’t wanna cheat or anything but tours can get boring and even when they get buses there's no cable. Plus, he's of the opinion why buy porn when he can just catch glimpses of Mikey making out with random girl A through Z instead. Also she's pretty sure he misses the hunt so he kinda, like, actively cheerleads her sex life and Barney-Stinson-style wingmans for her on tour after tour.
"So, hottie in the Avenged Sevenfold shirt told me she thinks you have beautiful breasts," Frank tells her at an after party one time.
Mikey has to laugh. "How'd that come up?"
Frank shrugs and bounces on the balls of his feet. "I was talking about your breasts."
"I told you not to do that." Mikey sighs because really, she shouldn’t need to have that conversation again. It’s a blanket policy ranging from what its like to wear a bra (he stole hers once and wore it for a week - it was never the same), if one was bigger than the other (the left was bigger), if hair grew on her nipples, if she preferred nipple twisting to biting and whether or not it was fair that guys got to walk around shirtless if they had man boobs. She doesn’t mind talking about any of those things, its just that Frank tends to fixate.
"Right. I know. But now you know she likes them!"
"Everyone likes breasts, Frank. You like them. I like them. Hell Gerard likes them and he'd rather cut his dick off than fuck a girl with it."
"Still! It came up. It also came up that she wouldn't mind seeing yours, what with thinking they’re great and all."
Mikey has to think about it. But she hadn’t gotten laid in two cities at that point so she sucks it up and asks, "Which Avenged Sevenfold shirt? There's like six."
Frank claps like a spastic seal than points, hugely and obviously across the room. "The one with blue hair," he proclaims and jesus, she’s fucking hot. The blue hair thing works on her, especially with the purple-red lipstick and the butchered shirt.
"Fuck. Nice work, Frank."
"I am my lady's humble servant," Frank beams at her and bows a little. Mikey ends up eating the blue haired girl out on the sink of the girl’s bathroom. She fucks Mikey into the door and that’s pretty much how it is in every city.
The shows get better as they get better and she spends her time on stage fucking tearing it up because that’s what they do. She does her best with Gerard, wishing she could fix him, knowing she can't, and fucks her way through every sound, guitar, bass, drum and lighting tech, musician, merch girl, and venue staff member with a pretty face that'll look at her twice.
There's a few interviews where some asshole reporters from some shitty local magazines no one reads anyway will make comments about being her being a girl and asking about if she's a lesbian to which she doesn't answer because her mom asked her not to, they've got cousins who might not be understanding. This usually leads to Gerard grabbing the reporter’s attention and going off on the feminist tirade that Mikey probably should be delivering but Gee's a lot more eloquent than she is. Plus, there's lots of chicks who speak up and not enough men like her brother touting the novel idea that girls are, ya know, equal with boys, even on the Emo/Rock scene. So Mikey spends a lot of time in interviews trying to make herself look as unengaged as possible and only talks about the music.
None of that means shit as she watches Gerard spiral out. She's powerless, hell they all are, as Gerard crashes and burns. Matt gets kicked out and everything's weird and they're starting to get, like, actually famous which doesn’t actually help things and so maybe she slows down with the girls a little, but only a little.
The whole fucking band exhales when Gerard dries out. They make a video - real one, not a jury-rigged POS like Vampires - start touring again and their record starts to crack numbers that make Brian giddy when he calls, which he does, all the time. Gerard spends almost as much time on the phone with Brian as he does with his therapist and Mikey knows that it can’t just be work even though she totally buys that they haven’t done anything.
And then there's Warped 05 and Petra "call me Pete, fuck the gender norms, my femininity isn’t defined by an absence of the masculine, I'm not some rigid patriarchal fuckpuppet" Wentz. For about two months that summer, Mikey's really fucking into Pete. Like, a lot. Like she fucks her semi-exclusively the whole tour (but shit happens like that thing with Christina Guiterrez. That was an accident, nothing actually happened but if it did, Mikey was drunk so it doesn’t count anyway.). But it's just the one tour because despite her gate-crashing gender-blending sexuality-fluid persona that is just as real as the Pete who's floating in a sea of anti-depressants, Pete's in love with her very male lead singer. Eventually, everyone knows, she is going to chill the fuck out and let Patrick marry her.
And that's the way it should be. Mikey knows that, believes that. She knows two people who are right together when she sees it but if Pete doesn't ask her to be a bridesmaid when that day finally comes, probably fifteen years from now, she will shove her foot so far up Pete's ass that she'll taste leather. That doesn't stop the break up from sucking balls though.
After Pete there's a few months or so where Mikey lets Frank turn on his extra wingman superpowers (best exemplified by the time he managed to wrangle not one, but two actual bonafide, seen-them-on-the-website Suicide Girls back stage, both of whom had fucking tongue studs - she's doesn’t feel she's sufficiently repaid Frank for that one). It's fun. It's easy. She maybe breaks a few hearts along the way but never on purpose. Aside from that little detail it’s all fucking good - Gerard's sober, Bob’s more than settled into the group and life's pretty awesome.
Then she meets Alicia. Alicia with dark hair and big eyes(both of which remind her a tiny bit of Pete and make her wonder if maybe she doesn't have a type after all) and the razor sharp sense of humor. She's a bass tech. She's smart. She's funny. She’s talented. And last but definitely not least, she is motherfucking beautiful in a way that makes Mikey’s breath catch, no for real. Sometimes she’ll look at Alicia and actually cannot breathe.
She also becomes a good friend fairly fast. And she won't let Mikey fuck her.
"Your dyke drama's legendary," Alicia says with a smile that's flirty as fuck and also steady and backed with fucking steel. “I’ve got enough drama on my own.”
Frank says she likes the challenge. This is totally true. She fucking loves the challenge. There aren’t many left. But it’s not just that. There’s something about Alicia that makes Mikey relax like she’s sliding out of all the bullshit into the real reality.
After she meets Alicia, Mikey stops screwing around. Period. She hasn’t even gotten a kiss yet but she knows, she knows that she doesn’t want anyone else like she wants her. She doesn’t know how she’s going to convince Alicia of that but it doesn’t stop her trying.
By the time they hit the last two weeks on that leg of the tour and Mikey’s getting kinda desperate. Frank advocates seduction. Gerard’s all about the grand gesture - it worked for him and Brian, he says. Ray thinks that she should just go talk to her. Bob has no comment and wants to know why they’re even talking about this when it’s a hotel night and they could all be taking showers.
Mikey goes with Bob’s plan, showers, and steals one of Frank’s wife beaters. It’s worn out and practically see-through which is kind of the fucking point. She doesn’t know if Alicia’s going to be at the party everyone (meaning the people who were on uppers, coke, or didn’t just get off a bus after ten hours only to perform for a crowd of thousands of screaming teenagers) is going to be at. But she might be, and if she is, well, then Mikey’ll try. And if she’s not, she’ll get really fucking wasted and probably won’t mind.
But she is there. She’s there with two friends and Mikey does three shots (no more no less) to steel herself before she goes over. Mikey only shakes a little as she pulls out a move that would mortify Pete (“So fucking Old Guard Mikey, jesus fuck, you sad little baby butch”) and asks Alicia to dance.
Alicia smiles at her, that flirty-solid smile that Mikey’s fucking dying over and climbs to her feet and lets Mikey pull her onto the dance floor. It’s less dancing and more grinding but Alicia’s got her arms around her neck and their faces are close together and Jesus, Mikey just wants to kiss her.
“I’ll make it worth it,” she shouts over the raging music and Alicia blinks at her, confused. “The drama. I swear to God, Alicia, my drama’s fucking worth it. I’ll make it worth it.”
Alicia doesn’t say anything. She goes pulls Mikey forward by the front of Frank's threadbare shirt instead and kisses Mikey, vacuuming out all the air from Mikey’s body with her mouth and her tongue and her hands sliding up under Mikey’s shirt to cup her bare breast. They fit Alicia’s hands fucking perfectly and when she drags her thumb over Mikey’s nipple, Mikey’s knees actually give a little.
“You better.”
And Mikey does. She really fucking does. It’s not the easiest thing in the world, old habits are hard to break, but it’s worth it for her. Frank’s crushed, all “How can you do this to me” and “don’t you even care” and all that shit because Mikey’s changed his lesbian kissing line up from buffet to single entrée but Gerard’s giddy. He loves love. He’s a Care Bear masquerading as a human being and is a bigger girl than she is.
Things are far from fucking perfect. Mikey’s on the move all the time and Alicia can’t always come with and that fucking sucks but it’s working. They’re actually working, as a couple. They really are. When she falls apart at the Paramour, Alicia’s there afterwards, holding her together and keeping her from shattering into a million pieces. And when she stops wanting to die all day, every day, she goes back to trying to be worth it because Alicia definitely is.
When she calls Frank and asks him to share maid of honor duties with Gerard, she gets a twenty minute rant on how marriage is death. Jamia snatches away the phone, tells Mikey that Frank will call her right back and hangs up and presumably yells at him for the additional twenty minutes it takes the phone to ring again. When Frank calls back, he apologize, shouting his I'm sorry loudly away from the phone so Jamia can hear. Then they get to talking about the important things like how Mikey asked and if Frank gets to pick the strippers for the bachelorette party.
“You sure?” Frank asks, mostly teasing but a little not.
And there’s no fucking question. Of course she’s sure. “You’re wearing a dress,” Mikey says instead. “I’m thinking hot pink and stiletto heels.” Then she lays her head in Alicia’s lap and hits the speaker function so that she can hear him rant too.