Emo Band Imagines

Sweaty ~ M.W.

(A/n: short but at least something. Takes place in 2010 or something)

Your smile grew as you watched your boyfriend play his bass on stage. He always seemed to build up his energy and looked so happy.

"Thank you, San Diego!" Gerard yelled into the microphone before dropping it and walking away, running a hand through his hair. When he was close enough to reach, he ruffled your hair mumbling a 'hey shorty' and walked away again.

Frank nodded towards you and Ray flashed you a smile.

And then Mikey came. He tackled you into a very tight hug, squeezing out every little bit of oxygen in you.

"Mikey-" you gasped. "-can't breathe."

Immediately he let go of you and held onto your shoulders, stretching his arms. "Sorry."

"Please take a shower." You cringed.

Your boyfriend gave you a confused look, quirking his eyebrows.

"You're sweaty." You giggled.

He made an look of realization and shrugged. "I don't care. Besides you love it."

"No, I don't- Mikey, stop. No" you warned him as he came closer to you, trying to hug you again.

Meanwhile the 3 other boys watched you. Frank cringed while Gerard drank out of his water bottle simply saying "yikes."