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Mikey really doesn't look good; his eyes are red and squeezed shut, I can hear his breath wheezing slightly, and I can't help but notice that the bucket beside him has served its purpose.
I smile gently at him as I walk into his room, sliding my book bag to the floor in the process. "Hey, Mikey baby; you feeling any better?" I ask quietly, sitting on his bed next to him and placing my hand on his forehead. It warms my cold skin, still slightly damp from the rain outside.
He opens his eyes just as I slide my hand down to cradle his cheek. "H-hi, Gee," he murmurs softly, voice slightly scratchy. I smile softly at him, and rub under his eye with my thumb. He lets his eyes slip closed again, and it's not long before his breathing evens out, becoming deeper. I kiss his forehead, then stand up and head to the living room to do my homework.
Somehow, I force myself through both my Math and English, to get to my favorite, art. Our awesome teacher gave us a somewhat challenging prompt. Draw a portrait of something/someone that gives you hope.
Hm…for me, that's hard to decide; at first I think of Glenn Danzig, then Billy Corgan, Bruce Dickinson, Freddie Mercury, and finally Geoff Rickly; none of them seem to fit.
Finally, it hits me: Mikey. My brother, my best friend, the little boy who looks up to me, comes to me when he has nightmares, makes me feel wanted even at my lowest. Smiling, I pick up my charcoal pencil and begin shifting through my favorite memories of Mikey.
I sit up straight and begin; my strokes strong and sure, leaving behind the beginnings of Mikey's face, paying special attention to his eyes and cheeks, the happiness radiating, shinning out.
After two hours, I finish my drawing. Roving my eyes over it one last time, I smile at what I see; Mikey, at his fourteenth birthday, smiling at me as he sees my gift to him: a folder full of all his favorite pictures I'd ever drawn. His eyes bright green in the sun, cheeks tinged pink from the ginormous smile splitting his face.
Satisfied, I carefully tear it out of my sketchpad and place it in my 'Art' folder, then placing that back in my messenger bag. Finally done after two and a half hours, I stand up and stretch, groaning as my back cracks, twice. I decide that I need coffee, thinking about how I haven't had any since this morning.
As I'm grabbing my cup – a birthday present from my Grandma – Mikey stumbles down the stairs, runs into the wall, and trips on the rug in the kitchen. I throw my arms out to catch him, and just barely manage.
Giving a slight chuckle, I pick him up bridal style and pull him closer to me protectively. "Careful, babe; you could seriously hurt yourself." I say before kissing his cheek. I feel him snuggle into my chest and wrap his arms around me. He giggles and lays his head on my shoulder.
"I'll be fine, as long as I have you to catch me whenever I fall. Love you, Gee." He murmurs into my neck before falling back asleep. I smile and walk upstairs to my bedroom, laying him on my bed before stripping down to an undershirt and boxers, finally lying down next to him. I snuggle close to him and kiss his lips softly.
"Love you too, Mikey…" I whisper before I drop off into the world of dreams.
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Couch Therapy
"Hey Gee,"
"Yeah?" Gerard answered.
Mikey tilted his head back a little, just so he could see his brother's face, and gave him a small smile.
"Massage my head?" He asked.
Gerard looked away from the book he was reading and to his brother's face, which was staring up at him from his lap. Gerard snorted, 'cause honestly, Mikey looked fucking adorable like that, with his little puppy dog face pleading for a massage.
Gerard sighed overdramatically and put the book down. He treaded his fingers through his brother's hair, fingernails grazing over his scalp.
Mikey's eyes began to close, not because he was falling asleep, but because the feelin
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Cold? MCR Oneshot
Gerard's eyes darted toward the curtain of his bunk. He could've sword he'd heard something...
"Argh!"
Mikey dived into his older brother's bunk, under the covers, cuddling him tight and shivering. Gerard wrapped his arms around him instrinctively. "What's wrong?"
"C-Cold." Gerard held him closer, rubbing his back to warm him up.
"No wonder, I mean, look at you. Too much surface area, not enough fat," he commented.
"Yeah, and you're so tiny and fat you can use your extra flab to keep a BFG like me warm," Mikey grinned bluntly, earning a shove. "Hey! That's it, I'm not your friend," he sulked, pouting and turning away.
"Aww, come on, Mi
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What is Frerard?
"Junk, junk, junk, junk- urgh, Ryan!"
Frank looked up from Pansy. "What's up, Gee?"
"You know how Ryan searches through fanfictions for ones of him and Bendon now they're back together and... Acts them out?" he grimaced. "Well, the little bitch has discovered "Frerard" and keeps sending me them every fucking day. I swear, Pete needs to control his fucking kids better," Gerard complained.
"Uh... You do know they aren't actually HIS kids, right?" Frank leaned over the edge of the couch.
"Well, what are they? His nephews or something?"
Frank sighed in defeat. "Yeah... What's Frerard anyway?"
"It's what the fans call it when we... When they
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Yay! My writers block took a vacation!!!
So here is a new short one-shot, Mikey and Gee, can be either brotherly love or Waycest. Of course you guys know me, so you may guess what I view it as....
hope you all like it!
Mikey and Gerard Way (C) Themselves
Plot (C) Mine
So here is a new short one-shot, Mikey and Gee, can be either brotherly love or Waycest. Of course you guys know me, so you may guess what I view it as....
hope you all like it!
Mikey and Gerard Way (C) Themselves
Plot (C) Mine
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