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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: My_Chemical_Romance, Bandom, Fall_Out_Boy, Panic!_at_the_Disco Relationship: Frank_Iero/Mikey_Way, Ray_Toro/Gerard_Way, Patrick_Stump/Pete_Wentz, Ryan Ross/Brendon_Urie/Dallon_Weekes, Andy_Hurley/Joe_Trohman, Ryan_Ross/ Brendon_Urie, Ryan_Ross/Dallon_Weekes, Brendon_Urie/Dallon_Weekes, Frikey -_Relationship, Peterick_-_Relationship, Mikey_Way/Pete_Wentz_-_past Character: Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way, Ray_Toro, Mikey_Way, Frank_Iero_Sr., Linda_Iero, Donna_Way, Donald_Way, Bob_Bryar, Patrick_Stump, Pete_Wentz, Joe_Trohman, Andy_Hurley, Dallon_Weekes, Brendon_Urie, Ryan_Ross Additional Tags: Light_Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Awkward_Mikey_Way, Student_Mikey_Way, Bottom Gerard_Way, Alternate_Universe_-_Magic, Maybe_Could_Be_Classified_As Magical_Realism, Implied/Referenced_Underage_Sex, Implied/Referenced_Drug Use, Everyone_Is_Gay, Adult_Gerard, Adult_Ray_Toro, Teenage_Mikey_Way, teenage_frank_iero, Alternate_Universe_-_College/University, Photography Major_Gerard_Way, Culinary_Arts_Major_Ray_Toro, Gee_does_comics_and_stuff as_a_side_project, College, Sharing_a_Room, Sharing_a_Bed, Dorms, Shared Dorms, Mikey_Way_does_not_like_cafeteria_food, Gerard_And_MIkey_Have Different_Dads, Homophobia, Internalized_Homophobia, Half-Siblings, Implied/Referenced_Masturbation, trace_amounts_of_puns, Polyamory, Top Dallon_Weekes, Switch_Ryan_Ross, Bottom_Brendon_Urie, Eventual_Smut, Vampire_Pete_Wentz, Asexual_Patrick_Stump, Alternate_Universe_-_Vampire, Strangers_to_Lovers, Friends_to_Lovers, Developing_Relationship, Established_Relationship, Pretending_to_be_straight, Other_Additional Tags_to_Be_Added, Underage_Smoking Series: Part 6 of bandom_2018-19, Part 1 of monster!verse Stats: Published: 2018-03-15 Updated: 2018-03-16 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1111 ****** the get up kids ****** by danstroya Summary mikey way, pizza lover and video game enthusiast has seen some pretty weird shit in his fifteen years of life, including his loner brother actually getting a boyfriend, and finding out that he has a loner brother, but so far, frank iero takes the cake. Notes when the idea for this fic was first put to paper, it was going to be just teenage frikey fluff 'n' angst, with no minor or major background relationships, but i decided it needed the whole emo trinity. i dunno how many parts there’ll be, but i promise i’m finishing this fic. just gimme a month or two. ***** I. ***** MONDAY, OCT. 25th 6:53 P.M.   mikey lazily flipped through the channels, watching a variety of shows and infomercials appear on the screen, but none caught his eye. not that he was looking for something interesting to watch. he just needed to pretend he was so engrossed in finding something so his parents wouldn't suspect he was listening in on their conversation. of course, like any other fifteen year old, he eavesdropped on them all the time, mostly because he hated, hated when they kept secrets. today they were talking about someone called gerard. "donald, he just wants to visit, stay a few days maybe," his mom said, and mikey was about ready to stop listening and go blast some music in his room when his dad spoke up and his interest gravitated toward the conversation again. "i don't want your accident of a son coming into our home." the tension in the room was thick enough to cut through and suffocating, and mikey expected his mom to get pissed or something, however, she stayed silent. "he's a fag donna. I don't want him turning mikey into one too." mikey felt his heart hit his stomach, and he got up off the couch, deciding he'd rather not listen to his dad's homophobic shit anymore. neither seemed to notice the front door opening and closing as they carried on with their argument, and mikey was glad they hadn't because the rapidly cooling autumn air filling his lungs was exactly what he needed right now.   FRIDAY, OCT. 30th 1:45 P.M.   ”mikey.”  mikey’d been kinda dozing off on the swing with one hand clenched around the rusted chain, but hearing his name jolted him back to full consciousness, made him jump in shock and he ended up landing on his back with the chain twisted around his ankle and pete wentz laughing at him. “christ mikey, you look like a racoon, have you been pulling all-nighters again?” pete asked while attempting to light a cigarette. unfortunately the wind was not on his side today and kept blowing out his matches. nobody could figure out why he didn’t use a lighter and he always rambled incoherently when asked. ”yeah, i guess you could say that.” mikey mumbled, disentangling himself from the swing and hauling himself up off of the sharp gravel chunks, cursing when one of the pointy little bastards pierced the skin of his hand. ***** II. ***** Chapter Notes alright, before we jump into part número dos i feel like i should clarify their ages. mikey, pete, patrick, and frank are in their early teens. ray, ryan, and gerard are in their early twenties. brendon and andy are in their late twenties. dallon and joe are in their early thirties. to be specific: mikey (15) frank (15) pete (15) patrick (16) ray (25) ryan (24) gerard (21) brendon (27) andy (29) dallon (31) joe (33) yes, there are some pretty large age gaps, but age gaps are to be expected. they aren’t massive age gaps like twelve, thirteen years apart (i think the largest is six or seven years.) the reason i decided mikey and frank should be so young is because i currently fit in their age group and i feel like i could properly portray the whole crushes, homophobic parents, and general early teens shit because it’s the same shit i’m going through. ((minus the vampires, magic, and ghosts.) if their age is an issue, try to pretend they’re older.) also pete’s text talk in this makes me wanna cringe into nonexistence, but it’s necessary because i can’t imagine pete texting w/ proper grammar and all that shit. jeez he texts like most of my friends do. See the end of the chapter for more notes TUESDAY, NOV. 3RD, 2018 9:37 P.M.   pete-za dude u awake   mikey heard his phone go off, and he dove off of his bed and onto the floor where it lay, silencing the snitchy little shit before his parents could hear the annoying ass text tone. once he’d silenced it (honestly he wasn’t sure how he’d managed to hide the fact that he had it even though he was grounded, given how many times it’d gone off loud and obvious,) he typed up a reply that was a tad more sarcastic than he’d been aiming for   moikeyway *dude, are you awake? and no, i’m obviously asleep and texting you unconsciously.   there was a five minute pause before pete responded that mikey used to progress a little farther in Skyrim, but unfortunately the burial site was up some huge ass mountain and five minutes was not enough time. thank the daedra for subtitles, otherwise playing without sound would be a challenge and a half.     pete-za go fuk urself milky way   pete-za anywys i wnted to know if u wnted to sneak out 2nite   moikeyway that depends, where are we going?   pete-za woods duh   moikeyway alright, i’ll pack my flashlight and a jacket.   pete-za flshlights r lame but i know ull brng it anywy   moikeyway you’ll thank me when you aren’t tripping on roots, jackass. also, have you considered learning proper english?   pete-za we can’t all have perfect english grades way   moikeyway you could if you put the effort in, wentz.   pete-za hney im to pretty fr effort   pete-za cya in 5 min   moikeyway you’re already outside, aren’t you?   pete-za mybe   moikeyway i’ll be roght out.   moikeyway **right   TUESDAY, NOV.  3RD, 2018 9:53 P.M.   ”so what did you want to come out here for?” mikey asked, kicking at a rock and sending it skittering through the bed of leaves and dying grass that covered the forest floor. “i wanted to find slenderman,” pete said jokingly, bending down to inspect some footprints. “dude, those are ours,” mikey said, shining the flashlight on them. pete groaned and pulled mikey closer by the sleeve of his jacket. “look dude, there’s a third set and the imprints aren’t from converse, which we’re both wearing.” he gestured to the scuffed and dirty black chucks on mikey’s feet and his own hot pink ones. “oh whatever, stop trying to scare me.” pete looked up at him, shrugging. “fine, we won’t inspect the suspicious footprints,” he said, and made a grab for the flashlight, which mikey didn’t particularly care about but he’d rather keep it out of pete’s hands, so he leapt away and pete slipped and fell on the leaves and damp earth. “motherfu-“ mikey jammed a fistful of leaves pete’s mouth and he spit them out, gagging on the taste of slug slime and leaf mold. “watch your language, little boy.” when pete’d finally managed to rid himself of any microscopic leaf pieces he glared at mikey, holding up his middle finger while wiping his spit covered lips with his other hand. “little boy my ass. last i checked, i’m a few month older than you, little boy.” for a solid minute they glared at eachother, then they were laughing, the sound echoing through the trees and falling upon the ears of someone just ten feet away, perched up in the branches of a tree. “let’s get moving before you start trying to inspect the next set of suspicious footprints.”   WEDNESDAY, NOV. 4TH, 2018 8:49 A.M.   “i can’t tell if that’s eyeliner or dark circles from lack of sleep,” pete said, slamming his notebook down on the desk next to mikey, claiming it for his own until next wednesday until their teacher switched the seating arrangements up again. she’d made it a habit to move her students around once a week because it apparently prevented mischief, except she let them pick where they sat which was a major flaw in her plan. ”’it’s lack of sleep, asshat.” mikey muttered and lifted his head up off of the desk. pete looked like he’d gotten plenty of sleep, the lucky bastard. how exactly he’d done that mikey wasn’t sure because they’d been out until at least three in the morning. Chapter End Notes this chapter feels rushed and low quality but no matter how many parts of it i rewrote it just didn’t fix, so maybe it’s just me being paranoid? Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!