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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?
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