Emo Band Imagines

Lonely (dad!Gerard Way x daughter!Reader)

Requested by: @Frank_Joyriding_Iero

I am so sorry it took me so long with this! Life's been really crazy! I hope this turned out okay, I stayed up all night writing :D

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"I just need you to stay here, just for this weekend, okay?"

You were honestly used to him saying this. He was your twenty-something father from a rock band, and he could hardly take care of you. So you stayed with his friends, or with people who owned whatever venue he was going to. You were only five, yet he didn't care who he left you with, seeming to think that his choices didn't have consequences.

The most time he spent with you was driving to different cities for his tours with his band, My Chemical Romance, But it seemed like a lot of the time, you were spending more time with his friend, and bandmate, Frank.

You had bonded with Frank a lot, and he treated you like you were his own child.

Of course, you loved your father, and though you were usually uncomfortable with the people he left you with, You weren't mad at him. You were only five, so you didn't really understand that was happening, anyway.

"But daddy...I wanna be with you."

"I know...but I'll be back." He Said. "These people are friends of mine, they'll take care of you."

"Your friends are mean." You Said, causing the few people in the room to look at your father questioningly.

"Honey.." he said. "Don't say that. They're nice people."

"I don't want you to go." You Said, looking down at your feet.

"Aw, come here." He said, holding out his arms to hug you.

You shook your head, turning and running into another room.

Your dad wanted to run in after you to tell you that it would be okay, But instead, he averted his eyes from the room you ran into, shaking his head.

"She didn't mean that." He said to his friends, chuckling nervously.

You watched from the other room as he left, your eyes beginning to fill with tears. You swallowed them away as your small hands curled into fists.

He didn't care about you, did he? He spent most of time drinking or gone. It was clear that you weren't his first priority.

As the years passed, your dad's band mate and friend, Frank, seemed more like a dad to you.

You hung out with him nearly every day, even on yours, where Frank decided he'd start sneaking you along.

That then turned into partying with Frank and the rest of the band, while your dad went out drinking.

"Take the shot!"

You shook your head, laughing. "Easy."

You lifted up the small shot glass, downing the alcoholic liquid inside.

Frank grabbed one as well, laughing a bit. "You're just like your dad."

You rolled your eyes. "Don't Say that." You Said. "Besides, if dad found out about you sneaking me here...he'd kill all of us."

"I'd make sure the blame would be on me." Frank said, downing what was in his shot glass.

You shook your head. "I'm thirteen. I make my own choices now."

"I'll tell him I brought you against your will."

"Good luck with that."

Mikey came onto your and Frank's bus, looking at both of you and sighing.