tags: x reader, headcanons, ooc, bandom, fluff, smut, nsfw/sfw, afab reader, gender neutral/nonbinary reader, gerard way, mikey way, frank iero, ray toro, tour bus
a/n: out of my usual writing format ik, but i wanted to try a list instead of paragraphs,, lmk if yall like it! ^^
SFW !! —♪
→ drummer!reader who never gets asked a lot during interviews (everyone's too focused on vocals & guitar, that's ok though because you and mikey have something to bond over!)
→ drummer!reader who somehow became a fan favorite (being afab made you stand out amongst your male counterparts,, you never expected the attention, after all, you're always in the back of the stage)
→ drummer!reader who always has the best outfits/hair/style (maybe a part of why you're a fan favorite, also going off of the whole "being in the back thing" since maybe you feel a need to be more showy so people notice you
→ drummer!reader who always sits down to find something written on their snare drum
→ drummer!reader who decorates their bass drum with gerard's art
→ drummer!reader who has a subconscious fear of frank whenever they're performing (he dove into your set once, and you haven't been the same since... other than that, you adore the guy!!)
→ drummer!reader who tried to learn ray's part, only to realize why they're a drummer after all...
→ drummer!reader who begs the band to have more auxiliary percussion parts (then got somewhat jealous when mikey played a tambourine for that one concert...)
→ drummer!reader who lost their practice pad and now steals their band mates' personal items to drum on
→ drummer!reader who's the reason why everyone now has noise cancelling headphones... (you can't help it! besides, shouldn't the band be glad you're practicing??)
→ drummer!reader who rushes temper whenever they're mad at the band
→ drummer!reader who drags tempo when they're drunk (the band had to ban alcohol from you cause of this, but hey, at least it helped gerard with breaking his addiction!! looks like less alcohol came with some perks after all)
→ drummer!reader who changes their parts ever-so-slightly every time (no one's noticed yet,, who even pays attention to drums anyway...)
→ drummer!reader who's not allowed to drive if the band's song is playing because their muscle memory kicks in (ray practically threw you out of the drivers seat for this one... you're pretty sure they broke the gas pedal too, since the other members have complained that it's "too easy" to push down now,, oops!)
→ drummer!reader who shares clothes with the rest of the guys (partially to help with their dysphoria, partially just cause, but mainly because their own clothes keep going missing,, it's not like someone stole them though, right...?)
→ drummer!reader whose bandmates get jealous when they see them talking to another band (they sometimes have a fear of losing you to another band, and you've practically become a staple to mcr,, but one member gets more jealous than the others, and for different reasons...)
NSFW !! —♪
→ drummer!reader who's heard practically everyone jerk off in the tour bus
→ drummer!reader who's also been eavesdropped on while jerking off (by who? you can make a guess...)
→ drummer!reader who gets their dirty clothes stolen (you thought by a fan, little did you know it was an inside job)
→ drummer!reader whose obsessive fanbase tries to take upskirt photos of them while they're sitting down at their drumset and playing
→ drummer!reader who's sometimes objectified as the only afab (and made to wear slutty outfits)
→ drummer!reader who bangs louder than they bang their drums
→ drummer!reader who gets off using their drumsticks sometimes (stroking? fucking? humping? idk, you decide!! bonus: the same bandmate that steals your clothes steals your drumsticks and licks them!)
→ drummer!reader who secretly turns their bandmates' amps up to feel the vibrations while they're sitting behind their kid (during rehersal you're practically getting edged, on-stage you literally have full-on orgasms!! but everybody else just thinks you're really into the music....)
a/n: sorry this was a short one guys ><" but i hope yall liked it! lmk if i should explore the secret perv bandmate thing more, cause i do have some ideas for a storyline with that,, also i meant to make the nsfw section longer, but i kinda ran out of ideas (i might come back and edit this tho)
fun fact orange is actually my third least favorite color, idk why i used it for this theme
♱ Gerard gets super clingy when he’s sleepy, he’ll whine every time you toss and turn while cuddling, wrap his limbs around you and whisper soft incoherent words before eventually falling asleep
♱ He’s very nervous and always asks for consent for small things like “can I have a kiss?” Or “is this okay?”
♱ Every time you finally come home to him after a long day he likes to talk about his day and shows off his sketches shyly hoping for your approval and praise
*NSFW WARNING*
♱ Before you and Gerard started dating he loved to touch himself, he touched himself almost everyday, he loved humping his bed and pillows, sometimes when he was super horny he would find anything he could stick his cock into and uncontrollably thrust into it before finishing rather fast due to still being inexperienced
♱ Gerard lost his virginity to you and still isn’t sure he’s ’doing it right’ but does everything he can to please you even if he does have a very low tolerance and will cum before you do
♱ He still has his humping tendencies but he now likes to hump your legs, heat, and sometimes face along with his bed and pillows
♱ Gerard still jerks off from time to time since he has a high libido but now that you two are dating he prefers fucking you and putting all his energy into trying his hardest to make you cum, he will lay there and keep going until you finally reach your peak… even if that means he breeds you a couple times
♱ Gerard has always been vocal and kinda loud. He whimpers, begs, and cries even though he’s embarrassed and shy. He couldn’t control the sounds that came out, they were always guttural cries that were unrestrained.
♱ His size was average but slightly smaller than others, you love it but Gerard always feels insecure about his size. The amount of sperm he produces makes up for it though, it was slightly more than average but not too overwhelming.
A/N: Hai guys this is my first time writing headcannons, I haven’t made a fic or anything related in about a year so I’m sorry if this wasn’t great leave sum suggestions tho! I love hearing feedback
summary: In an attempt to start racking up money to pay off your student debt, you decided to apply to every job on campus. Well, every job you were interested in, at least. Out of all your options, you were most intrigued by working at the radio station. You'd be hidden from sight, it's low effort, and you got paid to listen to music. What more could you want? Luckily, you were accepted! New jobs, however, require advancements in your socialization; you just hoped you'd get along with your coworkers...
tags: x reader, mcr x reader, gerard x reader, ray x reader, rayrard if you squint, gender neutral reader, drabble, fluff, use of y/n, college au, this isn't even really a ship fic lowk, bullets era, basement era, early mcr, pre-revenge era, i'm not fucking proofreading this, raw ass fic, this is buns
a/n: wrote this cause i was listening to my campus radio today and one of the guys had a very cute way of talking,, also his voice kinda sounded like gerard's and ray's
SFW ! <3
You stood in the door frame, waiting for either of the guys to notice you. They were both drinking and smoking, with whatever music they were broadcasting blasting through the radio. You were sure this wasn't the most optimal work ethic; this scene made one hell of a first impression. The two men seemed to be zoned out, not really paying mind to anything else but the track playing (and whatever substance they were ingesting). You shifted awkwardly, hoping the sudden movement would catch their eye. You were sorely wrong. The dark-haired one watched as the curly-head swallowed another gulp of his beer. He raised his eyebrows, holding up his cigarette.
"Want a hit?" he offered the taller man, who responded with a nod. The guy with the cigarette smirked.
"Shotgun," he said, before taking a long drag out of it and making his way towards his coworker. The other man grimaced, seemingly annoyed by his friend's antics, though not bothered enough to properly fight against it.
You felt like you were intruding on something. Perhaps this was just their way of bullshitting each other, and it wasn't that deep, but you decided to announce your presence anyway. You cleared your throat, hoping that would snap them out of it. Thankfully, it did.
The cigarette-holding man stumbled a couple steps before letting out his smoke in a cough, aiming in no particular reaction. He was obviously shocked that both him and his fellow employee were unaware of the third party witnessing the situation. The curly-haired man sat up straighter in his chair, and attempt to look more professional, though it was quite futile after what had just occurred.
You decided to relieve the situation of its awkwardness. "Um... hey," you began, "I'm Y/n, I got hired here. Uh, I think."
The dark-haired man was still coughing. Taking the lead of the conversation, the curly-head stood up and spoke, "Oh, yes. We saw your email yesterday. We're so glad to have you!"
He extended his hand towards you, "My name's Raymond. But just call me 'Ray'." You were impressed by how quickly he could clean himself up. Shaking your hand with a firm grasp, he nodded towards his coworker. "That's Gerard," he explained.
Gerard had finally stopped coughing. He put out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray then raked his hair out of his face. Like Ray, he offered you a handshake. "Hey, nice to meet you," he said with a smile. "You can call me 'Gee', by the way."
Despite their initial weirdness, the pair seemed to be quite nice, and you were looking forward to working with them. Just then, the song playing began its outro, a cue for Gee to rush over to his desk to fade out the music. He unmuted his mic, putting on his headset and speaking into it. Gee listed the title of the song, as well as the band that composed it. He then went into a brief history to transition to the next one. After putting it on, he muted himself again, and turned towards both you and Ray.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to rush out of the conversation like that," he mainly apologized to you. You noticed that he had a bad habit of not maintaining eye contact, though you couldn't tell if that was because he was trying to observe you, or if his eyes were simply flicking towards the floor.
"It's alright, don't worry about it," you said, dismissing his concerns with a wave of a hand.
Ray spoke next, "So, uh, I guess we gotta train you or something then?" It was supposed to be a statement, but he ended up delivering it like a question. Both men had an awkward expression. You could tell neither of them were the assertive type, so training someone was a bit out of their comfort zone.
Still, you nodded, answering Ray's not-question-question. "Yeah, hopefully it's not too hard for me to get." You pursed your lips at the end of your sentence. You had no experience with any type of broadcasting job, much less public speaking, so you were slightly nerve-racked.
Ray shook his head, "Oh, don't sweat it. It's super easy." He started walking towards the control panel, and you followed him. Gee stayed close to the both of you.
Gee began the tutorial first, pointing out and explaining what each button, switch, or slider did. Ray then explained how the microphone and headset worked, to which Gee admitted he initially had troubles with (though he had full confidence that you'd get it pretty quickly).
The two then led you deeper into the studio, but not before offering you a beer. You declined, which led them to offer you a cigarette, which you also declined. You felt as though it was too early to engage in either option, though you appreciated their courtesy of offering. Of course, you didn't let either man in on your opinion, since this seemed to be a daily habit of theirs. The two showed you how the collection of vinyl records and CDs were organized: genre, release date, band name... the list went on.
Your initial nervousness surrounding your new occupation faded away as you spent the rest of the day with both Ray and Gee. They were extremely laid back, and like they guessed, you got the hang of the station pretty quickly. For now, they gave you sound effect duty, while you were still adjusting and getting your bearings around the place.
The two were so charismatic, it felt like you'd known them forever. While songs played and the microphones were muted, the three of you chatted, getting to know each other. Eventually, you were persuaded to have a sip of beer, though you didn't put yourself through much more than that.
As the day came to a close, so did the end of your shift. You helped Gee and Ray tidy up the studio and turn off the lights. Just as you were about to leave, the two stopped you.
"Hey, Y/n," Gee called out to you.
You stopped mid-step. "Yeah?" you responded.
Both of them explained how they were part of a local band, and had a show later that night.
"Here, I email you the info-" Ray offered, though you cut him off.
"Why don't I just give you guys my number? I feel like that'd be easier."
You saw a faint blush creep onto both of their faces. They looked surprised - and frankly, flattered - that you'd even consider such a thing.
"Oh, uh, thanks, Y/n," Gee finally spat out, stumbling over his words. Ray nodded, adding to Gee's words. "Yeah. That'd uh- That'd be great," he said with an awkward smile.
Exchanging phones, your fingers brushed momentarily against their clammy hands. You could've sworn they both twitched at the contact. Seriously, it's like they'd never interacted with someone other than each other before. Their behavior didn't bother you, however. If anything, you found it endearing.
After giving the two your number, Gee quickly formed a groupchat between the three of you. Once that was done, you all put your phone back into your pocket, ready to part ways.
"Well, thanks a lot for the help today, Y/n," Ray said, his tone sounded quite sincere, and you felt as though he was more grateful for your help than he should be, considering it was only your first day.
"Hopefully we'll see you later!" Gerard called back to you, already walking with Ray down the hall while you headed in the opposite direction.
"Bye, guys! Text me the info!" you reminded them with a wave, then they were out of your sight.
A few hours later, you were standing in front of your dorm room closet, trying to choose an outfit for the night. Gerard had sent you the address, and Ray sent the list of bands performing as well as the show times. After finally settling on something and getting into it, you checked your phone again. They had sent you something about 10 minutes ago.
G: u coming?
R: its ok if not tho :)
G: yah, dont stress it. well c u @ wrk tmrw anyway
Wow. Neither of them were hiding their desperation. Touching up your hair, gathering your keys, and promptly locking your door from the hallway, you replied to their messages.
look 4 me in the crowd
a/n: this sucks also im high asf rn anyway i hate this but i'm posting it anyway
