MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^Are you thinking of me? | G.W. | (1/2)

(A/n)

Requested by yebroimemo

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It feels like it was just yesterday when I finished SVA and got a job as a cartoonist and started the band sometime later. A sigh escapes my lips along with a quiet happy chuckle as I squeeze past people to go grab myself a bottle of water before the concert starts. Besides it being a great day at all – since we're opening for Fall Out Boy for the first time –, I'm sure the others could notice my good mood is also due to another reason, considering these specific looks sent my way now and then. There's this excitement in my chest, mixed with nostalgia, making me crack a smile almost involuntarily whenever I think about it and easily get me lost in thoughts.

"(Y/n)? Earth to (y/n)?" Along with the sudden voice, there's a hand waving in front of my face and averting me away from my thoughts; I apparently dazed off while staring at my water bottle. Pete grins once I catch his gaze.

"Hi, Pete." I roll my eyes, opening the bottle then taking a sip of it.

"What are you so thoughtful about?" He has a small smile on his lips, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the wall. He seems to be as excited as my bandmates and me.

"Oh, that." A grin pulls on my lips again at the thought and having this question finally asked feels like if someone just gave me a fucking prize. I quickly proceed to grab my phone. "Ten years ago," I tell him after finding the wanted pic – it's a pic I took with Gerard Way after a concert in 2007, when I was fifteen. "It just feels like if it was yesterday, I was so damn happy that day. I love MCR a lot, even if it's been four years since, well," I shrug with a chuckle, putting my phone away again after he nods.

"You like it?" Pete asks with certain amusement and I nod, blushing a bit as taking another sip of the water.

"I've been a fan for a long time, I've got some merch and CD's, most of it I could mainly just buy recently. I wish I could've gone to another concert when they were still together, but..." I shrug, a sigh escaping my nose. "There's nothing I can do now, but it's fine."

"That's so nice," Pete says with a hum in a weirdly suspicious tone, eyes holding certain entertainment or amusement. It's not very clear. His answer leaves me without reaction, not knowing what to say – to offer a small smile and change the subject or question his weird manners –, but he's speaking up again before anything else. "Hm, y'know, do you wanna come over to my place tomorrow? To hang out, I mean. I thought that, how I'm staying in the city and you already live here, we won't be that tired tomorrow, so..." The smile on his face isn't as innocent as it's supposed to be.

"Yeah..." I trail off, narrowing my eyes at him in an attempt of figuring out what's up, but he does nothing. "Of course, it'd be nice. Just... text me about time and shit later, I won't remember it if you tell me now."

Pete nods in response and the conversation can't go further due to my name being called from somewhere else, meaning it's probably time to get ready for going onstage. He doesn't say anything else or even change his expression under my lingering gaze and I just walk away at once after muttering a goodbye.

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I met Pete in the studio some time ago and befriended him, what leaded to the opportunity of opening for Fall Out Boy sometime later. We're not that close – at least yet –, but I guess you can call it a good friendship; I'm really glad I met him and not just because of how he ended helping me with my band.

The thought of going over to Pete's place had really vanished from my head, buried under everything I had to deal with earlier today and it just comes back to me with the message he sends me while I'm just lying down on the couch and staring at the ceiling. A curse leaves my lips as I stand up after replying, rushing to get myself ready to go and trying to remember the way there while changing.