Imagine My Chemical Romance fighting over you and trying to impress you (Alternate Endings)
Based on this prompt from Anonymous: Can you please do an imagine where all of MCR has a crush on the reader, and they like try to impress the reader/try to win the reader over? Maybe like an alternate ending situation?
This was not what you had thought coming on tour would be like. You were here to have fun, to play some shows, to meet some fans - even though you weren’t nearly as popular as the other bands that were on this tour, you still had hope that you had some - and to learn more about the business from the more experienced musicians. Instead, you found yourself being the center of attention from each member of My Chemical Romance. It was any fans dream, obviously, but to you it was just annoying. There was only one of them that you had feelings towards and trying to let any of the others down always seemed to end up in drama. Even backstage right now, with an hour to go before the show, there were arguments bringing the mood down about who would come on and play a special guest start in your set just to be close to you.
But thankfully, you caught eyes with the musician that you felt the closest to. He stopped the squabbling completely, though the others did not, and approached you. “Want to get out of here?” He asked. You accepted immediately, taking his hand, and allowed him to lead you outside for a little while.
Gerard Way
It was hot outside, blazing in July but he took you out to a park that was near the venue and had a little lake which cooled the temperature down a bit. He wiped sweat off of his forehead and then got down on his knees in the grass. You joined him, laughing as he attempted to roll up the sleeves of the sweater that he was wearing but they kept falling back down.
“Allow me,” You helped, rolling them up and securing them by his elbows.
“I made you a little something - it’s back on the bus so I’ll have to give it to you after the show.” Gerard said, knuckles going through the green grass under him. He looked shy, it was sweet.
“Great, now you’re going to have me distracted the whole show. You gotta tell me what it is.” You pressed.
Gerard laughed, avoiding looking at you. “Alright, it’s a drawing of you dressed as Batman and I’m Wonder Woman.”
“Knee high boots and all?” You laughed, trying to hide it behind your fingers.
“Of course.” Gerard giggled.
“I’ll love it and keep it forever,” You promised, knowing that it would be damn good if it was drawn by Gerard. “You should get the real costume though, you’d look hot.”
Mikey Way
“Come on,” Mikey said, holding a finger to his lips to urge you to be quiet. It would be much easier to get away if the others didn’t notice, and you two silently slinked your way out of the concert venue and out into the open air. It was the hour of twilight, the stars starting to show in the sky, a mist lightly rolling on the streets and only the sounds of excited, cued up fans interrupted the tranquility.
Now that you two were finally alone, Mikey reached up and cupped your jaw, thumb swiping across your cheek. He always thought you had the best skin, was always commented on it.
“I got you something, it’s back in the bus though so I’ll have to give it to you after the show.” He admitted.
“A present for me?” You asked, slightly surprised. “You know my birthday was a couple of months ago, right?”
“I know, but I saw it and I thought of you. Alright, I’ll ruin it for you. It’s the Blu-Ray video of the entire eclipse from this year. I know you were bummed we didn’t get to see it because we were overseas-”
“That’s so thoughtful.” You said, your jaw dropping. You had only mentioned it once before, that you were disappointed you weren’t able to see it and yet he had remembered. “You’re the best Mikey, thank you.” You leaned up to him and kissed his left temple, leaving his grinning.
Frank Iero
Frank didn’t just take you to outside the venue, he covered himself with a hat and took you a restaurant that was nearby. You argued that the show was going to be starting soon and he told you flat out that there was plenty of time.
The restaurant had a back patio, to which the two of you went for a bit of privacy in case any of the fans were coming out to try and get something to eat. Frank even pulled out the chair for you, and you took a seat.
“Get anything you want,” Frank said, smiling. “It’s just a small price to pay for some alone time with you.”
“I’ll take you up on that,” You said, but you didn’t open the menu. You just looked over at Frank, staring into his hazel eyes as he did your own. You took a deep breath in and then let it out as you realized this really was the only alone time you two have had since you met.
“So remember how we stopped in New York a couple of weeks ago and Ray and I went out for a while?” Frank asked. You nodded, tilting your head in confusion. “I got something for you, sort of.”
“Like a present? Frank - there’s no need for that.”
“It’s not something I can physically give you. Just show you.” That made you even more confused, up until he stood up, awkwardly pulled up his shirt and showed you a fresh tattoo - still peeling a little bit but mostly healed - of your band logo. You opened your mouth in surprise.
“What - why?”
“Now you’re stuck being friends with me because I’ve got that.” Frank giggled. “And you’re honestly fucking amazing so it’s something I don’t mind having on me forever. Impressed by me yet?”
“You do amaze me, that’s for sure.” You said, still in disbelief.
Ray Toro
Instead of standing outside of the venue like you thought you were going to do, Ray lead you towards a costume store. It seemed like one of the pop up ones that appeared whenever Halloween was close. You hadn’t even had the chance to think about a costume yet, all you knew was that you had a show that night and you wanted to dress up at least a little bit.
“Do you know what you want to dress up as?” Ray asked, browsing the store without leaving your side, leisurely taking a stroll through the aisles.
“I haven’t given it much thought,” You admitted, stopping to look at a vampire costume. “I can’t do anything too ... gothy or anything because Gerard might think I’m trying to be him.” Ray laughed at that and agreed.
“I can think up some really good ideas. I’ll tell them to you but ... there’s a twist.” Ray said, putting his hands behind his back and did his best to look innocent.
“What’s the twist?” You asked.
“They would be couples costumes and the other half of the couple would, hopefully, be me...” Ray trailed off.
“You’re really going to have to impress me with these ideas then.” You mused, smiling.
Thirty minutes later, you both exited the fitting rooms, wearing your couples costume. It wasn’t quite complete because the hair wasn’t right, nor the make up but the actual outfits. “I remember you saying that Wolverine had one of your favorite comic covers, I didn’t think you would try to emulate that.” You said, looking at his X-Men suit.
“You remembered?” Ray said, surprised since that interview had been years ago. “You made a really good X-Men as well.” You had dressed in your favorite costume. It didn’t exactly match but showed you were part of a team.
“I’ll just come out and say it, Ray. I’m impressed. This is going to be a great Halloween.”
Bonus Bob Bryar
Bob kept holding your hand as you went out into the crisp, autumn hair. There was a street fair going on a block over and silently, you both agreed to go there.
“You’ve known the guys for a while, do you think they’ll ever stop fighting?” You asked, nervously. “If something happens to the band, I’ll never forgive myself.”
“It’ll stop once you make it stop.” Bob said, reaching into his pocket with his other hand to count out the change that he had in there. He seemed satisfied. “Once you either tell them which one of us you like or tell us that you don’t like any of us. They won’t press it.”
“You sure?” You asked.
“Positive. Come on, we have a little time, let’s have some fun.”
You didn’t let go of Bob’s hand and he didn’t let go of yours. He bought you two churros with your favorite topping and then stopped in front of a ‘pop the balloons’ game. He counted his change again and then grinned. “I’ll play.” He told the barker.
You always knew that these games were scams but you took a couple of steps back to avoid being in Bob’s way. Surprisingly, he was quite good at this game. He threw the darts and all four of them hit targets, and all four of the balloons had popped. Even the game manager seemed surprised.
“Four balloons - that’s one of these prizes here,” He said, sweeping his hand over the medium sized plushies. “Or try your luck again and go for the large!”
“I want one of those.” Bob said, pointing at one of the smaller plushies that happened to be your favorite animal.
“Those are for two balloons, not -”
“So I’ll take two of them, then.” Bob shrugged. The game manager handed them over and Bob gave you one of the little stuffed animals. “We have matching ones now.”
“I’m very impressed.” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek.
Imagine Mikey Way’s face when you walk down the aisle towards him.
You weren’t normally the sort of person that followed tradition but in this case, it felt appropriate. Your father was by your side, but you paid him no mind. You had a bouquet of flowers in your hands but in all of your excitement, your nose hardly paid attention to the smell rising from them. No, you were looking straight ahead at Mikey. Your husband to be.
He wasn’t full out smiling, but the side of his lips were curled up. That was the look that you knew and loved. That was the true sign that he was happy. That expression couldn’t be faked and it brought a blush to your own cheeks.
Your father left your side and you went to your rightful place by Mikey’s. It took everything in your power to stop yourself from jumping into his arms and kissing him right there and then but you had so much more to do before that. The vows, the I Dos. Weddings required a lot of waiting for the good parts.
