emo band texts 3 // emo quartet au

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tw // suicide attempt, drug abuse, cutting, mentions of suicide

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wednesday
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apr 14th, 2026
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11:37 PM / 23:37
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The show had just ended, meaning that everyone was out doing something. Well, everyone but (Y/N). She had ended up not playing the show because she was 'sick', so Dallon filled in for her.

When it comes to where everyone is, Dallon, Ryan, and Brendon were probably getting high at a guitar store that was somehow still open at this time of night. Geoff, Awsten, Otto, Mai, Luna, Gerard, and Raven were all at a crappy strip club nearby. Lastly, Mikey was home sick with mono, which Frank also caught because that gay motherfucker could resist kissing Mikey. This left (Y/N) on the bus all by herself, alone in her bunk because she was too depressed to do anything else. This meant that she was also thinking about killing herself like always, but she really wanted to this time.

"(Y/N)?" Gerard called as he walked onto the bus.

(Y/N)'s breathing hitched as she looked down at the mess of both blood and Xanax on her sheet. She tried to stay quiet, but ultimately failed when Gerard had almost immediately found her.

"(Y/N)!" Gerard rushed to get the first aid kit from the bathroom. "God, not again..."

"Gerard," (Y/N) groaned through choked back tears.

"What, (Y/N)? What the fuck do you want?!"

"Fucking— Stop it! Just stop! Let me be!"

Gerard turned back to face (Y/N), his mouth slightly agape and his eyes narrow. "I— Let— Let you be?!" Gerard chuckled, throwing his hands up in frustration. "I almost lost my baby brother, I can't lose you too!"

"Gerard, I don't need your fucking help!" (Y/N) snapped. "Lose me? Gerard, it's not your decision wether I'm around or not, it's mine! Now just— I've fixed everything myself, okay?! Let me do this myself!"

"No!" Gerard raised his voice. "(Y/N), there is no good reason I can think of for you to be doing this, okay? (Y/N), you need professional help! You—"

"Gerard, why can't you just listen to me for once in your fucking life instead of talking over me?!" (Y/N) shouted. "You never got professional help, and you're fucking fine, okay? Just leave me alone, Jesus fucking Christ."

Gerard sighed. "(Y/N)," he started, "I have listened to you tell me you're fine hundreds of thousands of times, and for some reason, I still don't believe you. This, right now? This proves that I was right. You're not okay, (Y/N). It's okay to not be okay, but there's a problem with you acting like you're fine. But now? We both know you have some sort of emotional trauma and I'm gonna try the best I can to help you get some professional help, because I love you, and I can't stand watching you try to kill yourself time and time again."

(Y/N) opened her mouth to respond, but before she said anything, her phone started to ring. Before she had time to react, Gerard swiftly grabbed her phone from her. Mikey was trying to FaceTime her. Gerard looked over at (Y/N) before answering the call, he thought now was a better time than ever to tell Mikey what had just happened.

"Mikey," Gerard breathed out once the call connected. "Please, talk to your fiancée. She really needs someone who is gonna understand her right now."

"Gee, what are you on about..?" Mikey queried, suspicious, even more confused by the fact that Gerard answered the phone instead of (Y/N).

"Nothing, Mikes!" (Y/N) attempted to stop Gerard. "I'm... pretty fucking fine!"

"...What the hell is going on?" Mikey asked. After a few seconds of no response, he spoke again. "Somebody tell me what the hell is going on right now!"

"Mikey... She— She tried to kill herself, Mikes!" Gerard choked back tears. "I'm glad I decided to leave the club early— If I hadn't she would've already been dead by now!"

"Gee— Give the phone to (Y/N)," Mikey demanded. Gerard complies, handing it to the blonde.

"I'm so sorry, Mikes," (Y/N) apologized, failing to hold back her tears as they poured out of her tear ducts. "I was just remembering everything that happened a few years back and I couldn't handle it— I'm sorry."

"Hey, there's nothing you need to apologize for, babe," Mikey tried to comfort his fiancée. "I still love you and I always will, nothings gonna change that. All that matters right now is that you're still alive. Maybe you should come back home..."

"—No!" (Y/N) interjected immediately. "I, uhm, sorry. It's just—"

"No, it's okay, I understand you don't wanna come home. Plus, Mikey already had to go home sick. But I guess this is an excuse for me to come join you guys on tour..."

"Yeah," (Y/N) smiled and nodded, wiping away her tears with her free hand. "I'd like that. And Gee, I'm glad you found me. I would've regret it so much otherwise."

"Likewise," Gerard cracked a smile.

"I'm glad too," Mikey smiled. I'm glad you found me too, (Y/N)."

"I'm so happy with you Mikes, please don't think any of this had nothing to do with you," (Y/N) looked at her fiancé hopefully at the screen.

"I never thought it was. I'll see you as soon as it's possible," Mikey smiled. "I love you and stay safe."

"I love you too Mikey, and I will," (Y/N) promised.

"You better. Goodnight, princess."

"Goodnight."