#illi mcmillin x reader

[livin-on-the-webways]

and the good times keep coming

pairing - illi x fem!reader

summary - while caught in the throes of your period, illi pays a late night visit to try and remedy your troubles.

word count - 1.1k

warnings - tw periods, fluff, established relationship, fem pronouns used for illi, mentions of kissing, proofread (somewhat)

a/n - so this isn’t the official illi fic I’m currently working on but I wrote this because I am suffering right now and wanted to focus on something that wasn’t my body screaming at me. also, I haven't written in a long while so im a little rusty. enjoy <3

An ache had settled just below your spine. 

It was all encompassing, as if it were trying to reach around you. The iPod you once clutched onto as a form of distraction now lay on the floor, along with your cheap tangled earbuds you had replaced about four times now. You had knocked it down earlier, probably when you had managed to drift off for more than a few seconds. Pain rippled through your lower back, its suddenness causing you to whimper. 

It was Friday night, yet you were anchored to your bed like a frail, Victorian child. You glanced over at your bedside table, to find your movie ticket still patiently sitting there. It was for a special throwback screening of Evil Dead II, which premiered at the local theater downtown over an hour ago. By lunch tomorrow, your friends will be itching to talk about it, and you’ll have to sit there, and hear them drone on and on, and act like it didn’t sting just a little bit. 

“Fuck this,” you muttered, cringing as another surge of pain coursed through your abdomen. You clenched onto the sheet, as a slight tremor ran down your body. A faint sob broke through your lips, as the heavy ache seemed to sink deeper the longer it carried on. You curled forward, hoping it would stall the pain enough for you to take a breath. 

After a long, tormenting minute, the cramps eventually subsided to a dull throb. You sniffled, and drew a shaky breath, pushing down the queasy feeling of your stomach threatening to crawl up your throat.  

A gentle knock came from your window, startling you out of the position you had been in for the past half hour. You groaned, propping yourself up on your elbow as you peered out the window. Through the dark, invasive shadows of the night, you could make out a bright, familiar face grinning at you. 

Illi shook a plastic bag in her hand and hurriedly motioned for you to unlock the window. You sluggishly crawled out of bed and dragged your body over to her. As soon as your finger lazily flipped the hatch, she dug her fingers beneath the window and pushed it up. You stepped back, watching as she clumsily climbed over the windowsill, nearly stumbling into your room. 

“You think after a dozen times you would be a natural at this,” you teased, reaching out to steady her. 

“You’re not the one who has to crawl up a drainpipe every time,” she said, turning to shut the window. She whipped around to face you, her infectious, gummy smile warming the pit of your stomach. A few loose, black strands of hair framed her soft face. You reached forward, your fingertips brushing against her cold cheek as you pushed the strands of hair behind her ear. 

“What brings you here so late, anyway?” you asked, letting your hand travel down her arm. Illi cleared her throat, struggling to fight against the crimson heat rising to her face. 

“Well…uh,” she stammered, before lifting the bag. “You mentioned you weren’t feeling great earlier.” 

You softly smiled. “You didn’t have to do all that.” 

“You’re my girlfriend,” she stated. “Am I supposed to let you suffer in peace, or something?” 

“No, but you should have given me some time to prepare.” You glanced down at your current outfit, which was a baggy pair of shorts, and a wrinkled T-shirt with a tea stain on the front. You felt your face heat up, as you immediately began to fiddle with the edges of your shirt.

“I look like a mess.” 

Illi’s gaze was affectionate, as she scanned you up and down. “I’ll admit, it’s a cute look.”

You rolled your eyes, prepared to reply when a sharp pain as sudden as lightning shot through you. Illi immediately reached for your arm, as you gritted your teeth and hunched forward.

“Shit,” you hissed, gathering in a sharp breath. “I’m sorry, I was hoping the Tylenol would have kicked in already.” 

“Don’t apologize,” she said, frowning at you. “It’s not like you can help it. Come on.”

Her hand found yours, as she interlaced your fingers and carefully brought you back over to your bed. You crawled back onto the mattress, finding the familiar spot you were in before Illi had arrived. Within a few seconds the pain quelled, leaving your body exhausted and limp. 

“Fuck god,” you muttered, staring up at the ceiling. Illi chuckled, her palm coming to rest on your upper thigh. Her fingertips tickled, as she absentmindedly drew shapes against your skin. The sensation lulled your body, allowing you to sink further into the mattress. You blinked, fighting against the urge to doze off and instead glanced over at the bag now resting her hip.

“Are you going to show me what you brought, or leave it a mystery?” you asked, gesturing over to it.

Illi smiled and dumped the confines of the bag onto your bed. Revealing various candy bars, and convenience store brand snacks. A VHS fell on top of it all, no doubt crushing the rolls of smarties randomly littered throughout.

Illi plucked it from the pile, presenting it to you. “I know you were looking forward to see that movie today, so I figured we could watch it here instead.” She blushed as she spoke, glancing away from you as you took the tape from her.

On the front cover was a skull, with warm brown eyes looking at the viewer. Below the image, in red lettering, was the title Evil Dead II. You looked up at Illi, to find her eyes still avoiding yours. An overwhelming surge of affection swelled inside you, squeezing at your tender heart. You sat up abruptly, tossing the tape onto the bed as you hooked your fingers onto Illi’s jacket. Her eyes widened as you drew her closer.

“Come here,” you barely muttered out, before your lips collided. Illi sighed into the kiss, her shaky hands grasping at the back of your shirt. You could faintly taste the bitter pallet of her last cigarette on her warm tongue, mingling with the sickly-sweet coating of her sheer cherry ChapStick. Her hands slowly wandered, as she took her time carefully dragging her fingertips to rest on your hips. She lovingly squeezed your hips, coaxing you closer. Your heart thudded rapidly in your chest, as the taste of her clouded your mind.

You reluctantly detached yourself from her, your eyes sweeping over the sheen of ChapStick now coating the outer edges of her mouth. Her wide eyes drank in the sight of your panting form. You softly smiled and pulled her down to rest on the bed with you, leaning into her side as she draped her arm over you.

Your lips grazed the surface of her cheek, before pressing a chaste kiss.

“Thank you,” you whispered, moving to rest your head in the crook of her neck. You could feel the imprint of her gummy smile pressing against your forehead.

Perhaps spending your Friday night at home wasn’t such a waste after all.

[axl-gets-creative]

illi mcmillin drabble 🖤

requested by @fawn-ehehehehehe <3 (love when my friends match my freak frfr) AND ALSO YALL BETTER NOT BULLY ME OK I TRIED IM SUPER DUPER NERVOUS ABT POSTING THIS ALR THIS IS MY FIRST POSTED SMUT THIS IS AN ACCOMPLISHMENT LET ME HAVE THIS😿😿💔💔💔

I think this kinda went from a drabble to a kinda smutfic?? Idk but it's way longer and more detailed than a drabble should be so atp this is like a rlly unprofessionally written fic but fuck it we ball 👅 ANYGAYS-

Remember kids illi mcmillin is fictional and not Gerard Way <3

Afab Illi mcmillin (she/her) x afab *but gender neutral* reader (no prns used)

Contents/cw: semi public sex, strap ons, vaginal sex, making out, anal plugs, bathroom sex, handcuffs, leashes, use of cunt in reference of the vagina,suggestive language, and guhhhhhh I fogor

Illi has been thinking about you all morning, staring at you any chance she got to do so, just letting you linger in her thoughts rent free. It's sweet really it is,

But the thing is, her thoughts on you this time weren't exactly.. safe for tumblr-

No, not at all, not one innocent thought in that head of hers, to be exact. God she was just so so horny she needed to get you in her dirty little paws as soon as possible!

So there you were, getting dragged into schools bathroom, illi locked you in one of the stalls with her and kissed you hard without hesitation.

But of course, you consented to all of this about a minute ago, as I say consent is sexy kids! but we don't have the time to write that do we? Nope! nuh uh!! we need to get this drabble drabbling and the sluts slutting! Now, where were we?

She kissed you so hard its like she was fuckin feral and you loved it, the way she gripped your waist hard but gently at the same time, ugh! she made you so hot ya just can't stand it! You started to get impatient and she noticed that and new exaaaactly what to do...

She broke the kiss and quickly reached into her bag to pull out a strap with the dildo pre-attachted, an anal plug, a leash and collar, a pair of handcuffs and a small container of lube, who the fuck brings this shit to school?? Illi mcmillin does! A girl always comes prepared <3 (How does she not get cought tho??)

So she turned you around so you faced the wall of the bathroom stall, pulled down your panties, and dolled you all up in her cute little toys as you whimpered, progressing to light moans as she put the plug in you (with lube ofc)

Illi loved using all this stuff on you, she thinks you look so pretty with all this stuff on you, the cuffs, the leash all of it, you're her sweet little slut!

She then put on the strap, which was easy being she wasn't wearing tights under her skirt that day (and neither where you), and turned you back around to face her. She asked you if it was okay for her to penetrate your cunt and you said yes (consent is sexy kids 🗣️📢) and just like that her "dick" is right up in there! Yay!!

She wasted no time with fucking right into you, slow but deep, tugging lightly at the leash as you whimpered softly. You squirmed in the handcuffs as she pulled in and out, increasing her pace slightly.

Illi started to pick up her pace, your small sounds soon became louder, shame she had to shut you up so no one hear :( she loves your noises..

She was fully fucking you with the strap now, hand over you mouth, pulling on the leash harder. As risky as it was to be doing in school, you loved it so so much!!

She kissed all over your neck as you let out muffled moans and curses into her palm. the sensory of everything was enough to make you collapse, the way the plug felt in your sensitive hole, the feeling of the collar tugging at your neck, the way the handcuffs made your wrists slightly red, the way illi thrusted hard into your cunt, God you loved it, and she loved it just as much!! She was rough but so kind and gentle at the same time..

soon you started to feel yourself getting close, you tried to tell illi but you could barely get your words out, but she understood! a girl can just tell those kinds of things ya know? (Gerard ref 👅)

So she kept pounding into you, slightly harder this time, pulling the leash a bit more too. she was getting close herself, oh of only you knew how much she got off on this!!

you twisted your hands around in the cuffs as heat boiled in your core (and illi's,) and after a couple more extra hard thrusts, oh god it's everywhere!!! You both came at the same time, pleasure washing over your bodies in a euphoric haze (A/N ok pop off Shakesqueer)

After a moment She cleaned you up and took the off (and out) the toys and such. once you both had your clothes back on she gave you a loving kiss on the forehead, she's so sweet <3

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(a/n) YAYAYAYAYAY LETS GO LESBIAN'S 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️📢📢📢📢📢🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

*ehem* SO-

OH GOOD GOLLY MY FIRST POSTED SMUT 😰😰😰😰😰😰 I have no clue how it took me 6 days to finish a literal DRABBLE but like I said fuck it we ball (it's taken me a matter of months to have progress on my other wips so this is kinda an accomplishment 💀) BUT YEAH I HOPE U LIKE THIS FAWN!! 🖤🖤 sorry I kept u waiting 😭 I hope y'all like this too guhhhh have a good day/night/evening :D *ascends into stardust*

Also if I made any typos or anything pls tell me !

[literallyjonathandavis]

IM TRYING TO LOOK AT ILLI MCMILLIN FICS ON WATTPAD BUT ALL THATS SHOWING UP IS WWE SETH ROLLINS X [insert wrestler here] FICS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT 😭 HO GET OFF OF WATTPAD AND GO TO AO3 WATTPAD IS SHIT BRO

[otherone12]

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Gerard Way x Brazilian!Reader (fluff)

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★ My Chemical Romance

-> My Chemical Romance × Reader

☆ Merry Christmas, Guys!

(Head canons) - Words Count: 1.160 - Fluff - WARNINGS: None Summary - Just some Christmas head canons (they/them Reader)

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☆ ♡ Valantines Day ♥︎

(Head canons) - Words Count: 2.050 - Fluff - WARNINGS: None Summary - Cute small fics about Valantines Day with the boys (they/them Reader)

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-> Gerard Way × Reader

☆ I Can Help You With That

(Current Era!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 1.195 - Fluff - WARNINGS: Big Age Gap Summary - You are his daughter best friend since ever, and always go to their house. One day, Gerard finds out that you are a comic writter, but you are also in some kind of art block. He says that he could help you if you wanted to and, well... this end up a bit different than you both expected. (they/them Reader)

☆ I Can Help You With That (pt2)

(Current Era!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 1.232 - Fluff/SMUT - WARNINGS: Big Age Gap Summary - You and Gerard met again, but this time things went further. (she/her Reader)

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☆ Comics and "Something"

(Current Era!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 1.570 - Fluff - WARNINGS: Age Gap Summary - Your brother worked with Gerard for a while, but you've never really met him until now 'cause you live in another country (Brazil). Fortunately, Gerard is gonna stay at your brother's home for a week, to work on a new project. You both don't know what happens when you've seen each other, but it was CLEARLY something. (she/her Reader)

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☆ If You Don’t Like My Chemical Romance, Wait Outside For Your Girlfriend.

(2007!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 1.526 - Angst/Kinda Fluff? idk - WARNINGS: Abusive Relationship Summary: You have a shitty boyfriend who bother you when you're in a MCR concert. You're in the front row of the show and Gerard notices all that situation. (I imagine this with the 2007 Gerard era, but it doesn't really matter, except for the show's setlist, because it will be songs from Bullets and Revenge). (she/her Reader)

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☆ What Would They Do, If They Just Knew

(Current Era!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 1,905 - Angst/Fluff - WARNINGS: Big Age Gap Summary: You are a famous actress who was dating Gerard for about 2 years, but you haven't turned your relationship public yet, because of all the issues that this could bring to your career. However, you both were hired to some Comic-Con, and you don't know whether or not this is the right time to tell'em about it. (they/them Reader)

☆ What Would They Do, If They Just Knew (pt2)

(Current Era!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 1.290 - Angst/Confort - WARNINGS: Big age gap and anxiety content Summary: The good and bad results of this revelation. (they/them Reader)

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☆ Why Me?

(Any Era!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 1.310 - Fluff - WARNINGS: None Summary: You finally get the chance to meet your favorite comic artist, you just didn't know that he would end up finding your nervousness cute enough to ask you to go out with him. (they/them Reader)

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☆ Backstage & Makeup

(Revenge!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 1.015 - Fluff - WARNINGS: None Summary: You’re MCR’s drummer, you and Gerard are dating and he's cute. (there's nothing more to say to describe this, just that he does your makeup). (they/them Reader)

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☆ Fuck Off!

(Current Era!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 2.200 - Angst/Confort - WARNINGS: Legal Age gap; family issues. Summary: Your parents discovered that you’re dating Gerard, and they definitely don't approve of it, because of the way he acts on stage. Anyway, They ask you to bring him to meet them, you did… this end up in the worst way possible. (they/them Reader)

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☆Oh, Baby... You're Mine (Dead Dove!)

(Vampire!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 2.090 - SMUT - WARNINGS: Blood things, pet names? Kidnap, AFAB SMUT! Summary: The boy in your class is shy and weird, but you've always been nice to him, making him create an obsession. The problem is he's a little weirder than you thought… I mean, he literally drinks blood, and wants YOU and YOUR blood, and he won't take "no" for an answer. (she/her Reader)

☆Oh, Baby... You're Mine (pt2) (Dead Dove!)

(Vampire!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 1.830 - SMUT - WARNINGS: Blood Kink, dom/sub dinamic, pet names,Kidnap, AFAB SMUT! Summary: You wake up after your transformation, distraught and desperate for more answers. Gerard wasn't rude, but he was far from nice, you argue with him... he didn't like it at all. (she/her Reader)

☆Oh, Baby... You're Mine (pt3) (Dead Dove!)

(Vampire!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 1.510 - SMUT/Fluff - WARNINGS: Kidnap, stockholm syndrome! AFAB SMUT! Summaty: You finally started to succumb, and truly fall in love with him. Could this be the beginning of a beautiful romance? (she/her Reader)

☆Oh, Baby... You're Mine (pt4) (Dead Dove!)

(Vampire!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 4.190 - SMUT - WARNINGS: Kidnap, pet names, degradetion, spanking, stockholm syndrome! AFAB SMUT! Summary: He finally let you out, but external interventions made things take a bad turn. (no spoilers here). (she/her Reader)

☆Oh, Baby... You're Mine (pt5) (Dead Dove!)

(Vampire!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 2.740 - SMUT - WARNINGS: Kidnap, pet names, degradetion, toys, denied orgasms, stockholm syndrome! AFAB SMUT! Summary: After the jealousy outbreak, you couldn't stand Gerard's duality anymore. So you decided to argue with him and see if, at some point, he would feel sorry for you and let you go. (she/her Reader)

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☆ Such A Pretty Morning

(Any Era!Gerard Way)- Words Count: 1.085 - Fluff - WARNINGS: None Summary: Just a short fluff cliche imagine... cooking together and cuddling… no big deal. (they/them Reader)

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☆ High School Stuff

(Basement!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 2.850 - Fluff - WARNINGS: None Summary: Gerard alwas has a crush on you, but you're part of "popular" world, so he didn't get any hope to be with you. Little did he know that you liked him as much as he liked you. (I know that canonically basemant gee would already be an adult, but in this fic he is like 17 years old.) (they/them Reader)

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☆ I’m Awkward, Not Dangerous!

(Basement!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 3.000 - SMUT/fluff - WARNINGS: afab SMUT, awkard Gerard. Summary: It suppoused to be another day, but things turned a different when Gerard invite you to watch a movie in his basement, let's just say he REALLY likes you, and you discovered this in the creepy way possible. (she/her Reader)

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☆ I Don't Need A VIP Pass!

(DangerDays!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 900 - Fluff - WARNINGS: None Summary: You are a non-public Gerard's partner, 'because you never really cared about put this under the spotlight, 'cause you love each other and thats enough for you. He invited you to see MCR's concert, but you didn't found him anfter the show. Looking for him, you went to the "meet & great" area, but you haven't a VIP pass. (They/Them Reader)

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☆ Wait, Are You In A Band?!

(Basement!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 6.400 - Angst/Fluff - WARNINGS: None Summary: After a late cheer practice, you wa- WARNINGS: Nones walking home, but you herd simomething comming from your neighbor's basement. Was he... singing? Maybe he wasn't just the weirdo kid at your school.(She/Her Reader)

☆ Wait, Are You In A Band?! (pt 2)

(Basement!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 3.680 - Fluff - WARNINGS: Blood Summary: Your boyfriend is the leader sing of a band, and his band's first show, unfortunally will be in the same moment as your cheer practice. A couple lies, a stage dive, and a bit of blood, made that moment memorable.(She/Her Reader)

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☆ Black Coffee

(Basement!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 2.730 + 5 Drabbles - Fluff - WARNINGS: None Summary: You've finally talked to the quiet, awkward guy who always comes to the coffee shop where you work (those drabbles are about him being awkward/cute/nerdy with his new - and first - girlfriend). (She/Her Reader)

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☆ You Are Perfect

(Any Era!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 1.820 - Fluff, Smut. - WARNINGS: SMUT, Chubby!Reader. Summary: You felt insecure about your body, but Gerard did his best to make you feel loved, pretty and enough. (this is basicly a fluf smut... there was no much backstory) (She/Her Reader)

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☆ Drink Me Hot, Like A Liqueur

(Any Era!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 5.100 - Smut. - WARNINGS: SMUT, Blood Kink, handjob. Summary: You met Gerard in college, and from the start he caught your attention because of his dark ways. So you decided to follow him, he was exactly what you expected him to be. (He/Him Reader)

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☆ The Longest Tour

(Current Era!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 3.000 - Fluff - WARNINGS: Big Age Gap (she is 22 or something like that, and he was 45, i guess... no grooming and no pedo stuff, amen) Summary: Your dad, Frank, knew that you and Gerard have been dating, but when Gerard invited you to be on the tour with them, Frank didn't like the idea very much, after all, seeing his friend with his daughter is a bit (too much) strange and he still wasn't 100 percent in agreement with that. Well, considering that you barely get to see each other under normal circumstances because of your busy schedules, you accepted, and went to the tour with them. (This one has no angst or else, 'cause the relationship is not a secret... i'ts just a silly fluff fic, with cute moments with Gerard while Frank being "overprotective").(She/Her Reader)

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☆ Happy BDay, Gee!!

(Current Era!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 825 - Fluff - WARNINGS: Age Gap! (reader 20-ish and Gerard 48yo) Summary: A cute fic to celebrate Gee's birthday. (She/Her Reader)

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☆ You're Not In This Alone

(Current Era!Gerard Way) - Words Count: 3.200 - Comfort - WARNINGS: Eating Disorder Summary: Gerard noticed you are acting different and avoiding meals, so he did his best to be close to you, even during the tour. (She/Her Reader)

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-> Mikey Way × Reader

☆ I Never...

- Words Count: 1.672 - Angst - WARNINGS: jealous Mikey Summary: You start to date Mikey, and when you meet his friends and his brother, he starts to be a little too jealous, and that's become possessive and scarry. (they/them Reader)

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-> Frank Iero × Reader

☆ We Were Meant To Be, Supposed To Be

- Words Count: 1.530 - Angst/Fluff? I realy dk - WARNINGS: None Summary: You and Frank dated for a while before he joined MCR, but when you two decided to go separate ways, the different worlds didn’t work well together and you broke up. Years later, your lives collide again, but this time you’re not that young anymore. (This supposed to be a DD era Frank, but if you wanted to change it, be your guest). (they/them Reader)

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☆ Red Wine

- Words Count: 1.778 - Fluff - WARNINGS: Blood thigs Summary: You found a funny good-looking guy in some date app. Even you tought it was dangerous, you agree to met him in his place, there you found out that he is not exclectly the 'human' you tought he were. (they/them Reader)

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☆ Let's Be Alone Together

- Words Count: 4.850 - Fluff - WARNINGS: Big Age Gap, afab SMUT (a little scene, not big deal). Summary: Your dad is one of the members of MCR staff, so you went to the reunion tour with them. You alwas has a crush on Frank, but you didn't expected that he would fall for you.

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☆ Fuck It, I Love You!

- Words Count: 2.175 - Fluff - WARNINGS: None Summary: You and Frank are bandmates, but for some reason he keep being annoying. (Bullets!Frank) . (she/her Reader)

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-> Ray Toro × Reader

☆ Record Store

- Words Count: 1.230 - Fluff - WARNINGS: None Summary:It was supposed to be another ordinary trip to the record store, but your plans are interrupted when a guy with a cup of coffee bumps into you. (they/them Reader)

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☆ Director's Cut

- Words Count: 2.020 - Fluff - WARNINGS: None Summary: You were working on a horror movie side project, and you needed help to make it happen, so you finally found someone who really understands the subject and is willing to help you. Maybe this time working together has turned this partnership into something more. (this is realy cliché, 'cause i think it suits him) (she/her Reader)

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☆ Twelve Days At Studio

- Words Count: 5.715 - Fluff - WARNINGS: SMUT Summary: Your best friend Frank invite you to be with him and his band mates during the recording of their first album. But someone caugh your attention during those twelve days of recording. (she/her Reader)

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[zombiebeatz200]

Where's the illi mcmillin x female reader fanfics

[peitosesocialismo]

muito se fala sobre a illi mcmillin mas ninguém pra fazer um illi x fem! reader eu quero minha namorada!!!!!!!

[livin-on-the-webways]

you put a spell on me, baby

pairing - illi x fem!reader

summary - your night takes a turn when the one person you've been pining after shows up at the biggest Halloween bash of the year.

word count - 3.9k

warnings - no use of y/n, light angst (I couldn't help it), fem pronouns used for illi, first kiss, mentions of underage drinking, reader and illi are teens, use of og character, somewhat proofread (might be grammar/punctuation errors)

a/n - the official fic is finally fucking here. im slowly trying to get back into writing, so things might sound clunky for a minute. hopefully you all enjoy it cause this is as close as I'll ever get to writing for vamp gerard.

Students lingered in the hall, buzzing with anticipation for the upcoming weekend. Their chatter invaded your ears, as you managed to pick up on fragments of conversations. Everyone seemed to be babbling about the same exact thing. You peered down at the paper in your hand that had been slipped into your – and everyone else's – locker. 

RANDALL’S HALLOWEEN BASH

SAT - 8 PM 

It seemed as if most of the school had been invited, as you spotted the same hue of orange paper in other students' hands today. 

“I’m not letting you sit this one out.”

You glanced over at Jess, who stood beside you, leering at the other students behind a pair of shades. 

“I’m not going, end of story,” you stated, hoping to leave it at that. 

She scoffed. “As if you have anything better to do.” 

The pulsing need to argue against her simmered inside of you, but you swallowed it down for another day. You stuffed the invite back inside your locker, before promptly shutting it. Students began to disperse from their social groups, drawing out their goodbyes. A few left in pairs, their hands linked together as they seemed to float down the hallway. Even though the sight made you roll your eyes, a familiar pang of want lodged itself inside your chest, splintering your heart. 

“See, that sad look is exactly why you need to go,” Jess said, interrupting your moment of self-pity. 

“I don’t even have a costume, Jess.” The idea of going to a stuffy party and possibly having someone spill their drink on you made your stomach coil. Yet the sight of Jess’s pleading, Bambi eyes was already beginning to break down whatever unstable wall you had formed during this conversation. 

“You’re being a buzzkill.” Jess pouted, facing away from you. A moment passed as you two watched the remaining students gradually break away from their friends. You casually glanced over at Jess, unnerved by her silence, only to find a knowing smirk on her face. 

“I bet you-know-who will show up,” she sang, nudging you with her elbow. 

“Don’t even go there, Jess.”

“Oh, come on,” she groaned. “You’ve been pining after her for a year now.”

“That’s… That’s not true,” you stammered.  

��Yes, it is, and it’s starting to become pathetic.”

You flushed at her comment, yet knew any further argument would only prove her right. Jess and you have been attached to the hip for years, having grown up right next door to each other. If there was one person who could see right through your facade, it was her. 

“Fuck,” you muttered, slouching against the lockers. “Have I been that obvious about it?” 

“To me, yeah you’ve been pretty fucking obvious about it,” Jess said, pressing her shoulder against yours.

Your stomach twisted at her words, and for a solid minute you believed you might vomit. You could envision yourself hunched over as you spilled a lifetime of memories on the cold, freshly waxed floor. Maybe then Jess would take pity on you and forget the party entirely. 

“Stop slouching,” Jess said, nudging you. “This is your chance to finally talk to Illi. It’s starting to depress me seeing you like this.”

You sighed, staring down at your scuffed sneakers. “I doubt she’ll even show up, Jess.” 

A beat passed as your mind wandered back to yesterday morning when you were stuck in class, struggling to keep your drowsy body upright at your desk. You had merely glanced out the window to watch the tawny autumn leaves as they swept across the parking lot. The scene must have lulled you to sleep enough to where someone felt the need to violently shake your shoulder. You remembered snapping up and looking beside you to find Illi’s wide eyes and hand hovering over your arm, as if you had startled her.

Looking back now, you were pretty sure you didn’t even say anything to her. Just straightened up and stared ahead at the teacher, praying that she couldn’t hear your erratic heartbeat.

Fuck, Jess was right. It was starting to become pathetic.

“Why don’t we just ask her?” Jess suggested.

You glanced up. “Wait, what?”

“Hey Illi, Frank!” Jess called across the hall, waving her arm around like a flag.

You looked over, to see Illi and Frank walking down the hall, and glance over at you two. Illi muttered something to Frank, and before you had time to prepare, they were heading your way.

“What are you doing?” you hissed at Jess, which only earned you an eye roll.

“You’ll thank me one day,” she mumbled, before putting on a bright smile as they approached.

You clenched your fists, as Illi now stood across from you. Her stark black hair hung down to her shoulders, framing her soft pale face. The school blazer she wore was left unbuttoned, showcasing the thick red and blue striped tie enforced on every student to wear.

Frank peered over at you, his relaxed demeanor doing little to quell the anxiety sitting in your stomach.

God, you might seriously vomit now.

“I see you got an invitation,” Jess began, gesturing to the paper sticking out of Frank’s front pocket.

He shrugged. “Most of the school did.”

“Are you two going?” she asked.

You gnawed on your bottom lip, silently wishing the earth would swallow you up and bury you beneath the layers of concrete and dirt. Jess seemed comfortable however, as she was leaning back against the lockers, peering up at the duo behind her shades.

“I don’t know,” Frank said, looking over at Illi. “We haven’t found a good enough reason to consider going.”

A flood of relief and disappointment washed over you, splintering your heart.

“Oh,” Jess replied, subtly frowning.

“What about you two?” Illi suddenly spoke up, her eyes traveling over to you.

You cleared your throat and looked down at your shoes again to avoid her gaze.

“Uh-

“Hell yeah,” Jess interjected, beaming up at them. “We already got our costumes planned and everything.”

Illi made a noise in the back of her throat and glanced over at Frank, silently communicating to him. You curiously watched, trying to understand the subtle rise of his brows.

“Well, uh-maybe we’ll see you there,” Frank said, shrugging.

“If you see us, don’t be a stranger,” Jess said, winking at him. She then nudged you with her elbow, encouraging you to say something.

“Y-Yeah,” you stuttered, weakly smiling over at them.

Illi tilted her head at your reaction, a subtle smile forming on her lips. Frank nodded, his gaze shifting over to you one last time before the pair walked off, heading for the exit doors.

As soon as they were out of sight you sagged against the lockers, feeling as if the floor might come out from beneath your feet any minute. Jess reached over and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“So, you still feel like skipping out on the party?”

You sighed. “I hate you so much.”

*

You frowned at your reflection in the mirror as you fiddled with the strings on the back of your corset. A dozen plastic gold beaded necklaces were draped around your waist, along with a maroon-colored scarf. The white, off shoulder dress you wore came to the knee, exposing your black fishnets and boots. Every breath felt constricted, as if someone had wrapped their arms around your lungs.

“Pirates, huh,” you commented, looking over at Jess.

Her costume was almost similar, as a yellow scarf was tied around her hips instead.

“You look hot,” she said, toying with her hair. 

“I can barely breath,” you mentioned, trying to loosen the corset.

Jess ignored you, solely focused on cleaning up the edges of her eyeliner. You took this moment to look around Jess’s childhood bedroom, that served as a treasure trove of memories for you. Photos of pop singers cut out from magazines littered the walls, alongside family pictures and stickers that were beginning to fade. A mountain of pillows sat on her purple bedspread, looking like a soft heaven of clouds that you would rather be laying in right now.

Taped to the mirror across you was a photograph of you and Jess as kids, posing in front of the chain-link fence that surrounded the local public pool. You smiled, momentarily thinking back to that time. The sight of your bright eyes, and silly grins now a relic of the past.

“I remember how scared you were of the diving board,” Jess said, grabbing your attention. A wistful smile grew across her painted lips as she gazed at the photograph.

You snorted. “Yeah, whatever.”

Jess then fully turned to look at you, her eyes warm with affection. “Promise me you’ll try and have fun tonight.”

“Jess-

“Promise me.”

You sighed, looking back over at the photograph. For a moment, you half-heartedly believed you could reach your hand through it and step back into the moment. When the future wasn’t everything just yet, and every conversation didn’t lead back to “Only one summer left, kiddo, what are you going to do?”  The longer you stared at the two little girls, the further the memory felt.

“Yeah, okay,” you caved, giving her a reassuring smile.

Jess threw her arms around you, the familiar scent of her lavender perfume wafting into your airways.

“Okay,” she breathed, pulling herself away from you. Her sunny grin pulled at your heartstrings, a perfect replica of the girl in the picture.

Jess then intertwined her fingers with yours and dragged you out the door.

*

The Craftsman styled house looked as if Halloween threw up on it. Orange lights outlined the front door, where a poster of a Jack-O-Lanters face hung grinning at you. Various carved pumpkins, and ghoulish Halloween statues were strewn about the front lawn that looked as if it hadn’t been raked in a week or so. The muffled sound of music could be heard streaming from an open window somewhere.

“Randy really went out this year,” you said, approaching the front steps.

“He’s a senior,” Jess explained, ringing the doorbell.

A guy dressed in a varsity jacket, and a wolf mask opened the door. He beckoned you both inside immediately and was gone before you could ask him where the bathroom was.

“Was that him?” you asked.

Jess just shrugged and walked further into the house as you blindly followed her. Upbeat pop music poured from a speaker somewhere in the house, the sound barely rising above the mindless chatter that surrounded you. Your eyes swept over the mirage of costumes that people wore, some elaborate and thought-out and others that looked as if they came from a clearance rack from Party City.

Girls batted their eyelashes up at eager boys, who clenched onto solo cups. Somewhere in the house a group of friends erupted into boisterous laughter, causing every head to turn. Hungry to join in and be a part of it. You maneuvered your way past the cluster of warm bodies, finding yourself in an open kitchen with oak-colored cabinets, and an island in the center.

Open bags of chips and soda bottles covered the surface of the island, surrounding a giant bowl of candy that sat in the middle. You also noticed loose wrappers, and half-bitten chocolate bars left forgotten on the counter as well. A few people milled around in the kitchen, snacking on potato chips.

“I’m going to get us a drink!” Jess said, shouting over the music.

You nodded, too hyper aware of the other busy bodies in the room to notice her walk off. Their disinterested eyes flickered over at you, scanning the threads of your costume. Heat rose to your face from their wandering eyes. You swallowed, glancing away to instead focus on the crumbs left on the counter.

The bumping music pulsed with your heartbeat as you stood there, attached to the snack table. Jess had wandered off, leaving you utterly defenseless. You huffed, searching for her through the tightly packed crowd of teenagers. As you continued to scan the crowd, your eyes flickered over to the front door when a new group walked into the party.

You squinted, trying to make out their familiar faces through the costumes. As they awkwardly shuffled their way through the hallway, it hit you. It was Illi’s group that you often saw her hanging with around school. Frank stood in the middle, dressed in the same uniform you saw him in every day. His eyes darted around the room as if searching for something.

His eyes then locked on yours, and a sly grin overtook his face.

Frank said something to the group, prompting them to glance over at you. A familiar head of black hair popped up from behind him, her eyes immediately brightening once they found yours. Illi wore a short, sleek cape with a red lining on the inside. Her lips were painted a similar color, with a thin crimson streak running down the left side of her mouth. The dark eyeshadow she wore shimmered beneath the warm glow of the house.

Frank approached you first, with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Nice costume,” he said, giving you a dopey grin.

“Uh-you too,” you replied, glancing over his school uniform. You fiddled with the beads around your waist, as the group nudged their way into the kitchen. Illi, and two guys you couldn’t put a name to moved to stand beside Frank. One of them had a mess of curly hair, while the other peered at you from behind a pair of wiry glasses.

“Oh.” Frank cleared his throat and gestured over to the others. “This is Ray, and Ili’s brother Mikey”

You waved, sheepishly smiling over at the others. They seemed to be analyzing you, their gleaming eyes knowing something you didn’t.

“Where’s your friend?” Frank asked.

“She left-

“I’m back-oh, you guys made it!” Jess suddenly appeared from the crowd, holding two red solo cups. You clenched your jaw, as she pushed the cup into your hands, ignoring your hard stare.

“So,” she began, scanning the group, “what made you change your minds?”

Frank’s eyes flickered over to you, so briefly you wondered if you had imagined it at first.

“It was a last-minute decision,” Ray said, offering no further explanation.

 You sloshed around the drink in your cup and took a tentative sip. Its bitter pallet immediately coated your tongue, causing you to scrunch your nose in disgust. You harshly swallowed the liquid, feeling as if it might come back up at any minute.

“Randy went cheap on the beer,” Jess explained, before taking a sip from her own cup.

“There’s beer?” Frank inquired.

Jess nodded, as a grin spread across her lips. “Yeah, it’s in the garage. Come on, I’ll show you.” She motioned for them to follow her, throwing a wink your way as she – once again – vanished into the crowd.

Frank nudged the other two guys in her direction, before shooting a look over his shoulder at Illi. You watched, wide eyed as Jess left you behind…again. Illi stood across from you now, alone and quiet.

“Great,” you muttered. Against your better judgement you took another swig of your drink, grimacing at the sour taste. It – thankfully -- went down smoother the second time.

Illi cleared her throat. “Do you go to parties a lot?”

“Not really,” you answered, clenching onto the cup.

She nodded, pursuing her lips at your answer.

You began to gnaw on your bottom lip again – missing the flicker of Illi’s eyes -- as you glanced around the room for distraction. A collage of Halloween decorations was strewn around the house, from colorful streamers to balloons that bounced off the edge of people’s feet when they danced.  Others were either too busy locking lips or confined to a corner sneering at the other partygoers behind the rim of their cup.

Someone brushed against your arm, causing you to jump. You whipped around to find Illi with one hand gripping onto an unused cup and the other reaching for a bottle of soda.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered.

Illi softly smiled. “It’s alright, I forgot you startle easy.”

“Right…” you trailed off, turning away from her.

You could imagine Jess, somewhere, mentally screaming at you to get your act together. If she hadn’t ditched you, she probably would have keeled over from the awkward atmosphere by now. With a deep breath, you took a large gulp from your cup, the liquid courage burning all the way down your throat.

For Jess’s sake, you would try and be less pathetic.

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” you mentioned, struggling to keep your voice from shaking.

Illi blinked, looking over at you from behind the rim of her cup.

“I mean-I see you guys together in the hall, but I didn’t…” you trailed off, feeling your face burn the longer she stared at you.

“He’s a couple years younger than me,” Illi said. “Our parents thought it would be easier if they transferred us to the same school.”

“Are you two close?”

“Yeah, we’ve always been close growing up,” she said, a warm smiling settling on her face. Illi glanced off into the distance, eyes glazing over as if contemplating something.

“You know,” she began, “I’m glad they stuck us both in the same school. I think I would have lost my mind if I had to endure all the private school bullshit alone at first.”

“I get it,” you said, thinking back to your first year. “That’s sort of how I feel with Jess.”

Illi opened her mouth to speak when a warm body crashed into you, spilling their drink down the front of your dress. You gasped as the chilled liquid seeped into the thin fabric. The culprit – a stocky, short boy dressed as a discounted mummy – glanced between you two, standing like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” he said, voice muffled by the bandages around his head.

“Nice going, asshole!” Illi snapped, glowering at him. He shrunk back from her cold stare.

You grimaced at the pungent scent of cheap booze on your skin. It violently cut through the floral perfume Jess had doused you in before you two left the house. Suddenly it felt as if a thousand eyes were on you, taking in the sight of your ruined dress. It didn’t help that Illi’s voice had risen over the music, drawing attention from the other partygoers. Your vision was beginning to blur, the longer you stood there.

“Watch it next time,” Illi said, her biting tone causing the boy to flinch.

You swallowed and balled your fists, as an unfathomable weight settled in your chest. Without a word, you turned around and pushed your way through the small crowd that had gathered in the kitchen to watch Illi and the mummy argue. Their eyes followed you, swelled with pity – yet there was a faint shine of amusement behind it. Your bottom lip quivered, as the tight bundle of nerves you had gathered inside of you was beginning to loosen.

Not far behind, you could make out the faint call of your name before the music drowned it out. You pushed ahead, until you reached a glass sliding door that led to a dimly lit patio. Relief washed over you, as you drew the door back and stepped outside, welcoming the cool hand of autumn that immediately brushed against your face.

You stood on the patio, that was nothing but a wide slab of concrete and a few plastic chairs, surrounded by a dewy grass lawn that resembled the one out front. Someone slid the glass door shut behind you, as the music fell to a quiet distorted muffle.

“Are you alright?” Illi asked from behind you.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m sorry I just needed… some air.”

Illi shuffled over to your side, her warm presence brushing against your shoulder.

“You’re shaking.”

 “I think his drink must have had ice cubes in it or something,” you joked, faintly smiling over at her.

Illi’s eyes glanced over your damp dress, as a thought passed over her face. With a sigh, she untied the silk ribbon that connected her cape. You watched, curious by her actions, as she moved to stand in front of you.

“It’s not exactly a jacket,” she said, draping the silk cape of your shoulders. Your heart stuttered from the proximity, as her fingers worked to retie the ribbon. Its material was cool to the touch and smelled faintly of cigarettes. Illi’s hands, however, were as cold as the autumn breeze. You shuddered, the slight bit of contact causing your stomach to twist. The tips of her fingers gently grazed your neck, as she finished tying off the ribbon.

“You …You didn’t have to,” you stammered, feeling your throat tighten.

“I didn’t,” she said, looking back at you. “I wanted to, though.”

The dim, glow of the patio light splashed over Illi’s pale face. Your eyes wandered over her features, from the slight red tint of her cheeks to her wine-stained lips. You’ve never been this close, and it would be so easy to just lean in.

“Illi…” you breathed, unsure of what to say.

Her eyes flickered down to your lips, entranced by the sight. She leaned forward, the tip of her nose gently nudging against yours. Your heart leapt up your throat, as her soft lips nervously met yours. The kiss was unsure, and clumsy, yet you couldn’t help but melt into it. Your hands came to rest on her hips, slightly pulling her forward. Her chest bumped against yours, as she reached up to dig her fingers into the fabric of the cape, somehow tugging you closer.

Your tongue slid over her bottom lip, humming from the sweet palette of her cherry lip-gloss making your head dizzy. Illi groaned into the kiss, as her hands slid up to cradle your face. It was almost overwhelming, as the scent of her washed over you, dulling your surroundings. You pulled back, panting from the suddenness of it all, and tried to think back to the party, yet you could barely recall where your night began as the taste of Illi whirled around your heavy mind.

Illi rested her forehead against yours, her hot breath fanning against your chin. Her fond eyes traced over your face, as a giddy smile bloomed on her lips. The once perfectly applied lip gloss now smudged.

“I’ve been trying to work up the courage to do that all night,” Illi confessed, before pressing a faint kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You went wide at her words, as they echoed around your head. Then, out nowhere, you began to laugh. Your head fell forward to rest on her shoulder, as you struggled to bite back the grin on your lips.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, pulling back to look at you.

“I’ve been crushing on you all semester,” you explained, beaming at her. “Yet all it took to get a chance to kiss you was for me to smell like a mini bar and nearly have a panic attack.”

“It doesn’t sound romantic when you put it like that…”

You giggled, and leaned forward, causing her eyes flickered down to your lips again.

“All things considered though,” you said, pulling her closer, “I would really like to kiss you again.”

Illi grinned, and leaned into you, like a flower drawn to sunlight. The party, and muffled music droned on until it faded away completely.

tag list: @fagatron-4000 and @mat-of-superwholock

[livin-on-the-webways]

thrills me, moves me

pairing - illi x fem!reader

summary - it’s supposed to be a simple movie date, but illi just can’t seem to keep her hands off of you.

word count - 1.7k

warnings - no use of y/n, fluff, established relationship, fem pronouns used for illi, heavy making out, groping, pet names, whiny and pathetic illi

a/n - thank you for all the love on my previous illi fics! I’m currently working on a request for gerard so I hope to have that finished sometime soon. also there will be a gn!reader in the next illi fic, I promise!

The Video Vault was lively, as kids dragged their parents through the aisles by the cuff of their sleeves. Music played from a muffled speaker somewhere, the crooning of some 80��s glam singer barely rising over the senseless chatter of customers. Illi silently watched as a giddy group of teenagers eyed a copy of Jeepers Creepers, before casually walking past it. One of them glanced over at her for a brief second, before hastily looking away.

“If you’re just going to stand there, at least fix the keychain display.” “My shift ended 10 minutes ago,” Illi said, lazily leaning against the counter. Her eyes drifted away from the suspicious teenagers and over to Howard, who stood by the cash register. His mud brown hair was clipped back today, the tangled locks resembling a bird’s nest. A pair of thick framed glasses sat perched on the edge of his nose, as he peered down at a clipboard.

“Then why are you still here?” he asked, sounding incredibly disinterested.

Illi deeply sighed, her patience already dangling by a thread. “I’m waiting for someone,” she explained, hoping to leave it at that.

Howard scratched at the patches of his beard – if you could call it that – snorting as if she had told some joke.

“Did your little girlfriend stand you up, or something?” A sly smile grew on his lips, as he looked over at her in amusement. The sight was enough to cause Illi to grind down on her teeth, as she quickly glanced away.

She trained her gaze onto the garish looking carpet, counting its orange threads in hopes of slowing her thoughts. Sometimes Illi wasn’t sure why she stuck around the video store. The pay was crap, and her co-worker Howard had the IQ of a fucking slug. Then she thought back to the time Mikey and her did lawn work one summer, to try and afford tickets to Iron Maiden’s Brave New World Tour.

That night was still the highlight of her fucking life.

Suddenly, The Vide Vault didn’t feel so bad, compared to mowing someone’s front lawn beneath a blistering sun.

“We have plans,” she mumbled. Howard opened his mouth to reply, when a giddy-looking family approached the counter, clutching onto a VHS of Casper, momentarily distracting him.

Illi reached over to fiddle with the keychain display, nervously glancing at the clock. Where the hell were you?

Through the front store windows, she could just make out your approaching figure as you jogged through the parking lot. A heavy looking plastic bag bumped against your thigh, as you hopped up onto the sidewalk. Illi fought against the grin working to overtake her face, as she rushed over to open the door for you.

“Hey,” she breathed out, as you stepped inside. You shyly smiled at her, your eyes briefly tracing over her features.

“Sorry I’m late, I thought I would get some snacks for our movie,” you explained, hoisting the bag up. Through the thin plastic, Illi could make out the vibrant hue of soda bottles and chips.

“A simple text would have worked,” she said, reaching to take the bag from you – ignoring your protests. Illi linked her arm with yours and led you over to one of the aisles with a white, blood splattered sign labeled Horror. You pressed into her side, your warm presence managing to wash over the dull workday, and Howard’s usual snarky attitude. She clutched onto your arm, wishing she could cocoon herself over you.

“Did you have a movie in mind for tonight?”

Illi hummed in thought, pursuing her lips as she glanced over the movie covers lining the shelves. As she scanned the shelf, her eyes landed on the terror-stricken face of Linda Blair as she clutched onto the iron bars of a gate. The ominous title Hell Night jumped out at her, as the red font stood out amongst the deep blues of the cover.

She picked up the VHS tape, presenting it to you. “How about this?”  

“Is it any good?”

“I remember Howard watching it in the back a few days ago,” she said, shrugging.

“It’ll do.” You plucked the tape from her hand and dragged her over to the front counter. Illi giggled at your eagerness, as you slid the tape over to Howard, who looked fed up with the workday already.

Illi’s hold tightened around your arm as she gnawed on her bottom lip, anxious to leave the store. Luckily, Howard said nothing as he rang the movie up. As soon as he handed you the movie and recipe, Illi was already whisking you out the door.

Not before flipping off her co-worker, who only snorted before moving on to help the next customer.

──

Various bags of snacks and candy littered the coffee table. Across from it was the tv, a heavy black box that took a skateboard and three people to haul inside. You were squatting in front of it, causing the fabric of your washed-out jean shorts to tighten around your thighs. Illi flushed, and cleared her throat, adverting her gaze to one of the many bags of junk food. You perked up as the film began to play across the screen and rushed over to the couch.

As you cozied up beside her, Illi pulled the blanket over you two – which was just a handmade quilt from her grandmother – and snaked her arm over your shoulder. She let out a content sigh, as her body immediately relaxed against you.

Illi’s house was quiet – aside from the blaring TV – as her mom was currently at work, and Mikey was staying the night at a friend’s place. It felt like things finally fell into place, where she could have a moment alone with you. Trying to find some semblance of peace was difficult at school, as it was a constant reminder of how separated she felt from everyone else.

Illi felt like some strange stain on the school, as the students either glowered at her or acted as if she were nonexistent. Sometimes she couldn’t decide if she wanted to remain invisible or at least be acknowledged to some degree.

A deep seeded part of her wanted to get away from it all.

Illi shook the thought from her head, and drummed her fingers against your shoulder, trying to remind herself there was another body present. She took a deep breath and focused on the movie.

Well, tried to.

The floral scent of your perfume was beginning to make her head buzz. It flooded her airways, and for a moment she believed she could get drunk off the scent of you alone. Her eyes glanced over at you, to find you completely engrossed in the movie. Your bottom lip was pulled in between your teeth as you stared at the screen.  She zeroed in on the tantalizing shine of your lip gloss, wanting to swipe her tongue across it just to know what it tasted like.

“You’re missing the movie,” you whispered, startling her.

She quietly chuckled and looked back over at the TV. Across the screen, Linda Blair’s character, and numerous others, were now approaching a gated house. Illi’s hand came to rest on your thigh, her thumb stroking mindless patterns against your bare skin. She felt you shudder as you adjusted to rest your cheek against her shoulder.

Despite the dark atmosphere, and tense music of the movie, Illi couldn’t help but let her eyes drift back over to you. She anxiously watched your features, finding herself wandering back down to your glossed lips. They were parted in anticipation, as you focused on the movie.

There was something mesmerizing about you, and Illi found she could be content just watching your reactions to the movie. The widening of your eyes, to the breathless gasps from a tense scene.

Illi’s hand wandered up your thigh, her thumb lazily trailing over your warm skin. She leaned forward and began to press faint kisses against your hairline. The sweet fragrance of your shampoo wafted into her nose, forcing her to choke back a groan. Your presence was overwhelming, as it enveloped her in the small, shared space.

“Illi.” You sighed and moved your head to properly look at her. Your heavy eyelids found hers in the dark room, waiting. Her eyes flickered down to your lips, before she leaned forward. As your lips connected, Illi couldn’t hold back the quiet groan that escaped her. Your hand entangled itself in her hair, gently pulling on the strands as her mouth worked against yours. She greedily swiped her tongue across your bottom lip, attempting to lick at the fruity flavored gloss that now coated her taste buds.

“Fuck, you taste good,” she mumbled against you.

Illi moved to straddle you, gently laying you back against the couch. You were sprawled beneath her, as you wrapped your legs around her hips, pulling her closer. Her hand immediately found your thigh, as she gripped at your skin. The kiss was heated as Illi moaned against you, feeling her head go fuzzy as you tugged at her hair. She broke away panting as she began to trail open mouthed kisses down your neck. You whined, desperately bucking against her.

Illi, enamored with the very scent of you, dragged her hot tongue along your collarbone. You gasped from the sensation, and threw your head back, giving her more access.

“What about the movie?” you panted, briefly looking down at her.

“We’ll just rewind it, baby.”

Illi’s hands traveled up the slopes of your body, to rest on the swell of your breast. You hungrily pulled her mouth back to yours, your tongue heatedly sweeping over hers. The kiss was dizzying, as she struggled to keep her hands from trembling against you. Illi’s heart thudded in her chest from your frenzy hands as they wandered up her shirt. The slope of your palms slid over her soft stomach, like an artist carefully gliding their hands over a sculpture. Illi whimpered against your mouth, feeling her heartrate spike as your palms traveled up to her chest. She – reluctantly – detached herself from you and rested her forehead against yours. Your hot breath fanned against her face as you peered up at her, eyes blown wide.  A toothy grin spread across Illi’s lips at the sight of your panting form, and giddy eyes.

“Fuck, I really love you,” she confessed, before gently pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. You giggled, the sound like soothing wind chimes to her ears.

The TV’s faint glow illuminated your flushed face, as the movie played on, now completely abandoned.

[axl-gets-creative]

illi x reader headcanons!!

(updated slightly to fit changes in my au)

this is for @fawns-soft-pillows ^^ sorry I couldn't do a fic I just have so much in my drafts and so much to finish and AGGHH 😿😿😿 yk what im saying lol :') hope u like this tho!

Context: you and illi r dating, these are headcanons on exactly that. This is also set in my au, so YES there are vampires and YES yall R the demolition lovers and YES there is genderfuckiness🗣️🔥🔥

Btw these r the exact same hcs I use for my illi x philip (my illiverse frank) ship I just switched out Phillip for reader, so if u wanna imagine it with philli (ship name) u can do that too since it's all still canon lol ><

illi: she/him (demigirl) - reader: no pronouns used (gender neutral reader)

(miscellaneous and highschool based hcs)

you tried to teach her how to dance but she messes up no matter how many times you try lmao

he'll beat up really anyone but if anyone fucks with you he'll make sure to hit em EXTRA hard with that croquet mallet!

roughness is her love language, he always hugs a little too tight or bites kisses a bit to hard, you dont mind tho, just means theres a lethal amount of love in there! ^^

hes morally questionable and it rubbed off on you, ya know killin ya enemies doesnt sound too bad! (ok pop off future demolition lovers)

you researched a lot of stuff about vampires so you could understand her. she knows that and she finds it adorable that you care that much <3

shes actually really smart, school just burns her out a little harder than it would a human.. (nocturnal diva issues💔)

if you forget your lunch or a bully steals or ruins it he'll share his with you

she loves to watch horror movies with you, but if you get scared she'll kiss and tease to distract you.

you find it cute how obsessed he is with his croquet mallet, its his most prized possession (other than you ofc, you're her favorite) there's nothing she loves more (other than u) than banging that shit onto some bastards head (even tho he gets in trouble for it, god forbid a girl has hobbies!!)

you guys like to draw eachother (im giving up on this help)

sometimes her fangs poke your mouth when you kiss :3 (fun fact abt how i write vamps, theyre fangs can go inward when they need to hide them so they look like normal canines but sometimes when they get excited the fangs can pop back out lol. but in ya mouth? youch! *you like it what huh who said that*)

hes always showing you cool underground bands he discovers

As bad as she is at it, she loves to dance with you, it's actually a good mix because your not the best dancer either so y'all just move along however you can lol

(not a x reader hc but I rlly wanted to add this 💔↓)

Illi's transfem (don't tell the others no ones supposed to know her bio gender ok so Shhhh 👅) but her gender is like a game and she's hacking the system, like she's also demigirl, her "other half" is male but sometimes she just is either too lazy to get girled up or jst straight up feels masc that day so she literally looks like a fully pledged guy every now and then, that and she's just a big tomboy and dyke combined, but she's not genderfluid she just feels a tad cis once in awhile, but at the same time she loves to feel girly if she doesn't feeling like doing her ass off and she also loves skirts but mainly bc it'll be super hot and she wants to stay cool but still, she's like half and half, fifty fifty, she's an even number, she's a he, he's a she. It's beautifully confusing

(these next ones r hcs for the demolition lovers part of my au, lilli's the demo woman and ur the demo man but u stay gender neutral big tw for themes of murder and crime, i do not condone those actions ofc)

you guys are literally partners in crime, killing and stealing for eachother is yalls love language frfr

you guys's main goal when you took up murdering was to get revenge on those who wronged you, but a little splatter here and there for funsies doesnt hurt <3

on that note yall never kill innocent people tho, the weakest yalls victim criteria goes is being a sore rude bitch lmao

you died in each others arms in the gunfight ... :(

"vampires will never hurt you" what if illi violently ripped her victims flesh off with her teeth alone? what if you got off to that? what if she knew that? what if your next but in a sexual way?? what if your GAY?!

despite the tagline being "the corpses of a thousand evil men" the devil is a liar of course and knew killing the innocent was your weakness, thus going out of his way to lie about a couple "requests" he added to your list

on that note you caught on to the devils games and tried to deviate from the task to try and spare the innocent targets but when you did that instead of the devil showing up and hanging you (like you thought he'd do lmao) he flat out made sure you got caught and thrown into a jail or something of the sort (something something you know what they do to guys like us in prison something something)

even tho illi was in a coma the whole time that didnt stop the devil from playing games with her too, he plagued her poor brain with terrors straight from hell (i love being cruel to fictional characters)

who you guys were running from in the desert was this cult like (i say like because theres not nearly enough of them to make a cult, its more like a brainwashed homicidal coven) of satanists who made deals with the devil themselves, but bringing victims to him instead of being victims themselves, yall had been on a bunch of wild goose chases but this was far worse then any of the cops and opps you two had shot away

you guys R masked killers, u wear these white masks with eye and mouth holes (cough cough "meta man" Gerard swarm outfit cough) your known (ofc) as the demolition lovers in order to stay anonymous. The only one who knows about your side hustle is milli (Mikey)

Remember what I said about you guys dancing together? Well illi learned to dance eventually, and the sight of u two dancing together actually got ya saved from assignation once, the opps thought yall were too precious to kill XD

WOAH THIS WAS A YAPFEST ‼️ a ways yeah that's all I can think of, I hope yall like these!! ^_^

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M A S T E R L I S T

➛ Gerard Way

reach out for me | gerard way x fem!reader

you've been dancing around gerard's head for a while now.

could you tell me where to go? | gerard way x gn!reader

gerard was no stranger to missing you while on tour, but some days just happened to hit harder than most.

➛ Mikey Way

pending...

➛ Frank Iero

pending...

➛ Ray Toro

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➛ Illi Mcmillin

thrills me, moves me | illi x fem!reader

it’s supposed to be a simple movie date, but illi just can’t seem to keep her hands off of you. MDNI

you put a spell on me baby | illi x fem!reader

your night takes a turn when the one person you've been pining after shows up at the biggest Halloween bash of the year.

and the good times keep coming | illi x fem!reader

while caught in the throes of your period, illi pays a late night visit to try and remedy your troubles.

last updated 6.24.25

requests: open

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if anyone has any fic ideas you might wanna see in the future for illi let me knooooow.

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