#mychem x reader

[hearts4golbach]

[ghoulgirlwrites]

So Don’t Hate Me, Trust In Me

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader

Era: Danger Days

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: ~1500

Summary/Request: So I was thinking about a Frank X fem!Reader (she/her) during Danger Days era, where they are really close and it's obvious they like each other, and Frank is more forward with liking her, but she's insecure bc she doesn't have any experience with relationships and intimacy (even just handholing and stuff), and is worried he'd be disappointed, maybe even something like she's not good enough for him. And he gets her to talk about it to him and is really understanding and reassuring, and willing to give her time and space, but she feels better after the conversation and wants to try. So basically angst to fluff?

A/N: I LOVED writing this one. It was one of the first fics I worked on in getting out of my hiatus and it was just everything I wanted in a request (particularly Danger Days Frank). Enjoy!

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You’d just started a new job as Frank’s guitar tech. It was a dream job for you, since you wanted to work with bands and travel around the world, but you were too shy to get onstage yourself. MyChem were currently on tour promoting their newest album, Danger Days, and you were excited to work for them, since you’d been friends with Frank since shortly before Revenge had come out.

But the best part of the job was getting to work with Frank. The rest of the band was super nice and welcoming, but Frank was so generous and he seemed to care about making your job easier whenever he could. Every time you switched out a guitar for him, he’d grin at you as if you were his personal savior. When you’d first started working for Frank, you’d been nervous that it would affect your friendship, but it had only brought you closer.

However, you were trying to be cautious because you knew you were starting to fall for him. You figured that he was just nice to you because he was nice to the rest of the crew, but you often caught yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him or to run your fingers through his hair, which he’d taken to wearing longer, down to his shoulders. You knew you couldn’t act on these feelings because you figured he’d never like you back and saying or doing the wrong thing could put you out of a job and you really wanted to keep working with him, not just because of your crush.

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You were just about finished setting up before MyChem took the stage for tonight. You handed Frank his first guitar and he put his hand over yours on the neck of the instrument, holding you in his hazel eyed gaze.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome.” You felt proud that your voice didn’t tremble and you prayed he didn’t notice your hand shaking beneath his.

He turned to head to the side of the stage, but then ran back to you.

“Did you forget something, Frank?” You asked.

“Yeah. I just wanted to say you look really nice tonight,” he said.

Your cheeks burned as you averted your gaze. “Thanks.”

You watched him play his heart out, still bewildered from the compliment he’d given you. It wasn’t the first time, but usually his praise was about your work. Your stomach fluttered at the idea that he noticed how you looked. You usually dressed for comfort, in jeans, band shirts, and hoodies and you weren’t dressed that differently tonight, apart from the fact that you were wearing your favorite hoodie. You liked it because it was comfortable, but you also thought that it brought out the color in your eyes.

The show was nearing the end, when Gerard started walking around the stage as he spoke into his microphone.

“So before we play our last song, we wanted to give a big thank you to our crew who do such an amazing job at every show. Thank you to our merch, our lights and sound people--”

Frank cut in. “And I just wanted to call my guitar tech, Y/N, to the stage for a minute. Y/N, where you at, girl?”

Your face burned as you shrunk back, but you saw Frank walking over to you, his guitar still slung around his neck. He lifted one hand, beckoning you gently with one finger. “Come on,” he mouthed, his lips curling in a sweet smile.

You sighed, walking onstage to a crowd of thousands, who were all screaming for you. ‘Bet they’d scream for just about anything if Frank told them to,’ you thought bitterly to yourself. But all thoughts went out of your head as Frank took your hand and led you over to his mic so he could talk.

“This is Y/N, my amazing guitar tech, she keeps me in line all night, can we give her a big round of applause?” Frank asked the crowd, lifting his arms up towards the pit. You blushed over his comment about “keeping him in line all night,” and hoped the stage lights didn’t show how red you felt.

The crowd went wild once again and your face burned even more as you felt Frank wrap his arm around you and pull you into a hug, discreetly kissing your cheek. It was such a quick peck that you were almost sure you’d imagined it, but when Frank pulled away from you, he was blushing too, but grinning, the corners of his hazel eyes crinkling.

Frank finally let you go and you escaped to the sanctuary of backstage. You hadn’t wanted to hurt Frank’s feelings by running away, but it made you nervous being in the spotlight. And that kiss on your cheek had made your heart soar, but now you felt nervous. What did it mean?

--

After that night, you tried to keep yourself busy and limit your interactions with Frank. You didn’t know what his intentions were and you were scared you weren’t good enough for him. You had never really dated anyone and you knew he’d had quite a few relationships, so you were also afraid that your inexperience would be a turnoff for him.

It was hard to totally avoid him though, especially since you worked for him and you’d seen his face fall enough to know that he’d noticed and wasn’t happy about it, but you couldn’t help it.

Finally, he cornered you one day backstage while one of the opening bands set up for their set.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he murmured.

Your heart stopped. You were caught. There was no avoiding the conversation now. You swallowed hard. “Frank, I…I’m sorry. Can we talk about this somewhere more private?” As you said this, you saw Gerard out of the corner of your eye, looking over at the two of you, his eyebrows furrowed. Gerard was hard to miss these days, with his bright red hair.

Frank nodded and you let him take your hand and pull you away from everyone else. Once you’d stopped walking, he held your hand in his still, loose enough that you could let go if you wanted to, but tight enough that you could sense that Frank didn’t want to let you go.

He sighed. “Look, I--I’m sorry if I scared you off that night when I called you onstage, but I just--I wanted to show you how special you are to me and how much I like you, I just didn’t really know how. I didn’t plan on kissing your cheek, it just happened, so if you’ve been avoiding me because of that, I’m so sorry. I never want to make you uncomfortable and I want you to know that we’ll do whatever you want. If you want to pretend this never happened, we can do that, if you want to leave tour--”

You’d been listening to him ramble, your heart fluttering in your chest as he said everything you’d hoped to hear from him, but when he mentioned you leaving tour, you had to stop him. “Frank, I don’t wanna leave tour.”

His face lit up with a cautious sort of hope. “You don’t?”

You shook your head, offering him a small smile. “No, I don’t.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank God. So what is it then? I miss you and I want us to be good again.”

You sighed. “I like you too. I like you so much that it scares me. A-and I could tell you liked me too and that scared me even more.”

He frowned. “Why? You never have to be afraid of me, you know that.”

You bit your lip. “I know. It’s not that. It’s just that…you know I’m not very experienced when it comes to this kind of thing. And I’m insecure that I’ll screw it up, or that I won’t be good at…you know.” You trailed off, blushing furiously.

His full lips curved in a slight smile, his hazel eyes full of warmth and love for you. “Y/N, you’re going to be amazing, because you’re amazing. But we can slow things down, I can…I can back off a little if that’s what you need.”

You nodded. “Not too far back though,” you whispered, smiling slightly.

He reached his hand out to yours, linking your pinky with yours. The simple, gentle touch felt amazing.

“Better?” He asked, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, reaching up with your other hand to brush his hair out of his face. It had grown down to his shoulders and you loved the way it looked, even when it obscured his beautiful eyes. “Thanks, Frank.”

He smiled. “Of course.”

The two of you took things slow over the next few months. Frank was unendingly patient with you, which made you feel brave enough to progress your relationship. You still worked for him, since it gave the two of you the chance to spend a lot of time together and travel around the world. You loved watching him play music and jump around the stage like a maniac. And after every show, he was yours, and that was all that mattered.

[retrouvaiiled]

Boyfriend's Brother (Hell To Pay)

Warnings: Mikey being a weird stalker, Reader cheats on Gerard, unprotected sex, usage of toys (rope, collar, vibrator), light dacryphilia, slight degradation, odd amount of praise, sir kink, pet names (pretty girl, little girl, hun, sweet girl), non canon confident Mikey, Tell me if i missed anything!

A/N: I love hate this. The ending is rushed as hell and im sorry. Im also sorry if the formatting is fucked. Not proofread, but revised. Sorry. This was also my first time ever writing a whole ass fic. 

Word count: 1.9K 

Your boyfriend's brother, Mikey, was, well, an odd boy. 

You often caught him staring at you from the other side of the room, and for some reason everywhere you went, he was there. Even at the times you weren’t at their mother’s house, you would catch his lanky, pale figure in the distance. It was like he was always hot on your trail, and your boyfriend, Gerard, didn't even notice. 

You guessed he was just busy, with all the comic & music shit going on. As he often hung out in the basement of his mother’s house working on comics, writing music, and doodling in his free time. Of course, he made time for you, but, lately, he was becoming more & more distant as his job became more & more stressful. All that time he wasn’t able to spend with you giving you time to bond with his little brother, Mikey.

“C'mon, Mikes, just watch it, for me?” You pleaded as you were both set up on the couch trying to pick a movie to watch. You wanted to watch The Corpse Bride, but Mikey complained you had watched it with him around 5 times already. “Nope, we’re watching The Exorcism.” He said, poking you when he saw your disgusted expression. 

“Really? The Exorcism? You’re such a weirdo, Mikes.” You said, grimacing as he popped the DVD into the DVD player. The intro rolled in and you curled up against the armrest, feeling as if it was most definitely not right to cuddle into your boyfriend’s brother. 

You awoke as the credits were rolling out, seeing Mikey directly next to you. You jumped off of him, knowing you did not cuddle into him while asleep. “Aw, you didn’t like you were all cuddled against me, hm, sweetheart?” He said as he lifted your chin with the tip of his finger. The nickname sent a shiver down your spine, as Mikey was usually never this confident around you. 

“Mikey, this is not okay. At all.” You said, getting up and backing away from the couch, going to head to the basement where Gerard was, before you felt a rough grip on your wrist stopping you from moving. “If you go and snitch on me to Gerard, I will never let you see the light of day again.” He said, causing you to whine pitifully under his gaze. “I-I won’t! Just– let go.” You said, before quickly running off as his grasp loosened.

You sighed in relief as you closed the basement door behind you, seeing Gerard on the bed reading a comic. Your beloved boyfriend set the comic down when he saw you, “Anything wrong, hun?” He asked, god, you forgot how much of a sweetheart he was while he was so wrapped up in his work. “Nothin’, Mikes was just bein’ weird after we watched The Exorcism.” You excused, sitting on the bed. “You know he gets like that, it's just a Mikey thing honey.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist. Little did you know, Mikey was listening to the whole conversation on the other side of the door, and there was hell to pay when he got his hands on you. 

You came out of the basement in the middle of the night to use the bathroom & get Gerard a snack as he couldn’t sleep. But your luck went against you, and you ran into Mikey. You tried to walk around him, but he quickly grabbed you. “Oh no sweet girl, you aren’t running away from this.” He said, pinning you against the wall. “You really told Gerard, and thought I wouldn’t find out? You’ve got hell to pay now, little girl.” He said, chuckling as you scurried away once he let you go. 

After the encounter, you weren’t able to sleep for days. Late most nights, you found yourself dripping in arousal over the thought of your boyfriend’s brother fucking you dumb over snitching on him. It was so fucking wrong. It was vile, fingering yourself imagining your fingers were replaced with Mikey’s, as you lay next to your boyfriend who was deep asleep.

A week after the encounter, Gerard announced he had a business trip of some sort to attend and would be gone for a week. A whole week of just you and Mikey in the home (as their mother was almost never around). And as Mikey said, you had hell to pay. 

The first day of Gerard being gone, Mikey was already messing with you. When you came out of the basement, Mikey had you pinned up against the wall, just as the encounter before. “Now that your Geebear isn't here, what are you gonna do? Hm?” He asked, causing arousal to pool in your panties just from the rasp in his voice. “Cat got your tongue?” He said after you didn’t answer, his hand slipping to the crotch of your shorts and rubbing it slowly with his hand.

“Like that? You like your brother’s boyfriend rubbing your pussy through your tiny shorts?” He growled, groping your ass as you whimpered like a lost puppy. His hand eventually slipped into your shorts, rubbing your bare pussy as he whispered into your ear. “Look at that, the slut is wearing no panties around her brother’s boyfriend. This is what you wanted all along? Hm, Slut?” He whispered, licking the shell of your ear as you moaned out. 

“This– This isn’t right Mikey. I can’t– I can’t do this.” You said despite the gasp that escaped you when you felt one of Mikey’s fingers slip inside of your tight cunt. You moaned when he moved his finger, languidly thrusting his single finger inside of you. “Oh yes, you can.” He said, pulling his finger out and hoisting you up on his hip as he carried you down the hall to his bedroom. 

You squealed as he threw you on his bed, but was quickly shushed by Mikey. “Shh, sweet girl. Don’t want the neighbor hearing your slutty moans, do we now?” He asked, receiving a slow shake of your head in response. “That’s right, baby.” He said, getting up and going to the oddly large black box in front of his bed, and pulling out a rope, a collar with a bell on it, a blindfold, and the common vibrator. “What's that for?” You asked, gulping, stunned he had all this shit. “Oh, you didn’t think I was vanilla, did you?” He asked, chuckling lowly. 

Mikey pulled your shorts & shirt off, admiring your body as he slid his hands down your smooth skin. “So, so pretty.” He murmured to himself before tying your hands to the bed frame. Mikey clipped the collar around your neck and stood back for a second. He stared at you, loving how pretty your body was. It took him a second to snap out of his trance, grabbing the vibrator and turning it on to one of the higher settings.

“No cumming til I say so, you got that?” He asked, holding the vibrator to your clit. “Oh– Fuck, Yes! Yes sir!” You said, words separated by broken moans as Mikey tortured your clit with the strong toy. Mikey decided to test the waters, slowly sliding two fingers into your cunt, groaning as your cunt squelched around his fingers. “You’re so wet, baby.” He growled, increasing the speed of his fingers. 

The urge to cum grew as he went along, and the fact he was messing with the settings on the vibrator wasn't helping at all. You tried your best not to cum, but as holding back became painful, you let go, forgetting the fact you were told not to.

Mikey almost immediately removed his fingers, but flicked the vibrator up to the highest setting without a word. Mikey laid a hand on your stomach when he saw you squirming when the sensations became too much. “Don’t move too much, pretty girl, it won’t feel as good.” He whispered, nipping at your ear. 

It was so fucking wrong that you were into how sweet Mikey was, it was almost like he was waiting for this, knowing exactly what toys to get, what to do to you, say, etc. It oddly turned you on, how much he craved to have you. Nobody except for Gerard had ever done anything like this for you, and it made your stomach swarm with butterflies and arousal pool in your panties.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Mikey talking to you again, “You thinkin’ bout something sweets? Better not be that Geebear of yours.” He said, lifting your chin up with his finger. You moaned at the nickname, but whined as Mikey pulled the vibrator away from you and flicked it off right as you were about to cum. 

“‘M sorry, just don’t want you to cum before I get my dick in that pretty little cunt of yours.” He said, shuffling out of his sweats & boxers in the blink of an eye. You gulped as you saw his cock spring free from his boxers, Gee was pretty but, Mikey, oh Mikey. He was long, and thick, and so veiny and pink, he was so– pretty.  You wished you could get him in your mouth, but that was for another day.

You felt his tip slide in between before he slid halfway in, waiting for you to adjust before bottoming out.  He gave you a second before you gave him the nod and he bottomed out and fuck, he felt just as good as he looked. “Fuck, Mikey.” You breathed out, throwing your head back. Mikey took the initiative and started thrusting slow, languid thrusts. He loved the way the collar jingled with every thrust he took, that being the main motive of him speeding up. You moaned out his name as he slowly sped up, the rough pace most definitely capable of giving you whiplash.

Mikey whispered praises into your ear as he continued at the pace he set, the jingle of the collar he clipped around your neck bouncing off the walls of his small room. “Y’like that, my little puppy? Hm? You like your boyfriend’s baby brother fucking you like he never could?” He asked, and in the heat of the movement, you nodded. You could tell he was close and he could tell you were too, so he sped up the pace, his thrusts becoming rougher as he was close to breaking.

The second you came, he came right after. After he pulled out and laid down next to you, you got up and started to get your clothes back on. “You– You’re not gonna tell Gee, right?” You asked anxiously, sliding your shirt on without bothering to put your bra on. “And risk losing my fucktoy? Hell no.” He said, smirking cockily at you. But the smirk was wiped right off his face as the both of you heard a car door slam outside. 

You made your way out of his room with a slight limp, seeing the door open to a very tired Gerard. “What’s got ya home so early, sugar?” You asked, “It was canceled last minute,” he groaned. He noticed your limp as you walked over to hug him. “Oh nothin’, just fell.” You said, knowing Mikey was watching you from his door. “Can we just lay down and cuddle?” He asked as you both walked down the hallway. “Sure, Geebear.” You said, walking past Mikey and seeing him smirk at you. And with that, you guessed, maybe he wasn’t as odd you assumed. 

Do not translate, plagarize, or edit any of my work and post it to here, or another platform. If I see anyone has done so, you will be blocked and reported. XO

[gghoulishdelight]

"At the End of the World, or the Last Thing You See.."

pairing: mikey x gn!reader x ray

genre: fluff xtreme!!

a/n; based off of a dream i had, except not ghost of u mikey cuz i dont want him to die

/ look at these nerds<33 luv them /

"micheal james way, stop messing with your hair before i pin your hands down!"

mikey jumps at the stern sound of your voice coming from the entrance of his dressing room, a sheepish look on his face as he meets your glare through the mirror he's facing. he couldn't help himself, he was nervous and he didn't feel as if his hair looked like it should, but then again, he wasn't all that interested in costume design like you were. you technically weren't their costume designer, but you were definitely the one who ran around making sure everything looked according to plan when they had photoshoots and videos. his hands drop back down to his sides under your stern glare before you have the chance to make your threat come into fruition, his face turning the slightest bit pink as he heard gerard's giggles echoing from their own dressing room. god, he's never going to hear the end of this.

"if you would stop messing with your hair, you wouldn't have to be teased by your brother and i could finally help ray get his hair into a ponytail before you lot have t' go onstage," you scold the taller way brother while you fix his hair in place again, having to stand on your tiptoes the tiniest bit so you can reach. speak of the devil, mikey thinks as ray pops his head into the room, curious to know what's being said about himself. he grins at mikey through the mirror, silently giggling at how silly the two of you look right now and venturing into the room further.

"i heard my name, what's up?" ray's gentle voice draws your attention away from mikey for the time being, your face softening as you look at him and smile sweetly. ray always had a calming effect on both his partners, no matter the situation.

"nothin', just your boyfriend here can't seem to stop messin' with his costume long enough that i can help you get ready," you tease a little more lightheartedly this time, earning a little grin from mikey. he stays quiet as you trail your hands down from fixing his hair to gently cupping his cheeks, only letting out a little hum of content when you reward him with a gentle peck on the lips.

ray clicks his tongue in mock disappointment as he wiggles his way behind you, resting his chin atop your head and wrapping his arms around your midsection to pull you in close. "let me guess, you already threatened to pin his hands down?" he teases with a grin, only to giggle when you turn your head away from them both to try and hide the blush dancing on your cheeks. mikey takes this as a chance to start peppering soft kisses along the side of your neck, smiling at the way you try to squirm out of ray's grasp.

"guysss, c'mon! you gotta go out in 15, and i still needa fix up ray!" you complain in a whine, yet there's no actual bite behind your words, just soft love and warmth for the two. they end up letting you go after a few more seconds of affection, but only after mikey steals one last kiss from you.

"thank you," he whispers almost silently, taking your hand and tapping thrice on your palm, his silent way of saying 'i love you' when he didn't have the words to say it aloud. you just smile, tapping back and grinning widely at the way his eyes light up at your understanding. you don't think you'll ever get over the way he seems so fascinated with you responding in turn. he and ray share a kiss before you tug ray out of the room, only to be met with gerard and frank mockingly 'making out' (aka pretending to kiss and moan while also giggling their asses off) outside of frank's room, clearly pretending like something unholy had been happening between the three of you. you just sigh and bite back a grin, ignoring ray's noise of protest at their actions as you drag him away from the scene and into his own room, only to blush furiously at frank's shouts of "use protection!".

you don't know what you'd do without these guys, even if they tormented you to no end.

[deadsetromance]

RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN

(not my gif!)

party poison x gn!reader

summary: nearly a year after you left the diner, you find yourself back in zone six. this time, you've got bad news.

warnings: open ending (ish), general mentions of violence, mentions of death, language, non-edited writing

note: and finally...the last part! i planned to publish this earlier, but i got sick, so i had to take a break from writing :( either way, i had so much fun writing this, and i hope you enjoyed it <3

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your car sped through zone six, and you cursed yourself for not being able to drive faster. it was a matter of life or death, and you sure as hell hoped to beat the phoenix witch to your destination. besides, you owed this particular group of killjoys a favor.

☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎

you left the diner early in the morning.

carrying nothing more than your blaster and the clothes on your back, you had disappeared into the sand. following jet star's directions, you headed south until you found route guano. from there, you hitchhiked the zones, sticking with any group of killjoys that would take you in. 

riding solo through the zones was rough. sometimes you managed to cruise with a pack of 'joys for a day or two, but you were alone more often than not and always in need of supplies. you spent sleepless nights by dying fires or crammed into cars overflowing with killjoys. 

you managed to get your hands on a car of your own, after winning a high-stakes bet. from then on, you spent your days driving through the zones, often making deliveries for carbons. at night, you bundled up and slept in the back seat or hit the red line when dracs got too close for comfort. 

there was a constant nagging in the back of your mind that told you to keep an eye out for red hair. you asked around when you pulled into a village or made a stop at tommy chow mein’s, but all you got was radio silence. it had been nearly a year since you had last seen party poison and his crew, and you were starting to think they never existed.

you never found your crew either.

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the sun beat down on the sands as you drove past the picket fence, and into zone six. there was a reason you didn’t drive out here often, the same reason dracs didn’t bother to patrol way out here. it was nothing but sand for miles.

few killjoys camped out in zone six, partly because it was so out-in-the-open, and because there were still spots where radiation hung thick. sure it was the safest place in the zones, but it was also the emptiest. you could drive for miles without seeing anything, no people, no buildings, nothing. it made you realize how lucky you were when you came across the diner. 

now, you’d be lucky if you were heading in the right direction. you avoided route guano after you heard it was being patrolled, and you were as good as lost, the map lying next to you useless. your fuel gauge was in a steady decline, with the cherry pit in your stomach growing by the second. you were running on nothing but a quarter tank of fuel, and pure adrenaline. 

zone six was a killer, but you were a killjoy on a mission, and you’d be damned if you didn’t try to make it out alive. 

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your car was kicking up too much sand. 

you’d be visible from miles away, but it didn’t matter to you. you couldn’t afford to slow down. not when your car was about to die on you, and definitely not when you could see the diner. or at least it looked like the diner, you were still too far away to be able to tell. you didn’t have any other choice but to drive straight toward it. 

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you made the drive in less than two minutes. you were sure your car was about to burst into flames, but you had made it to the diner. party poison and his crew scrambled out the door, guns drawn in a hellish parallel. you would have laughed if you weren’t focused on slamming on the breaks to prevent running them over. 

suddenly nothing was fast enough. you couldn’t get out of the car fast enough, couldn’t run to stand in front of the group fast enough. you couldn’t hurl yourself into party’s outstretched arms fast enough. 

killjoys were cold and callous, living fast and dying young. they didn’t show affection easily, if at all. only hippies and those new to the zones openly brandished their fondness. you didn’t know why you were hugging party poison, and he didn’t know why he was hugging you, but it just felt right.

“long time no see tumbleweed” 

☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎

you would have loved to say in your little piece of heaven wrapped in party poison’s arms, but you knew what you had to do.

“you have to get out of here,” you spoke, pulling yourself out of his hold and back to the car. “there’s a cloud of at least a hundred dracs coming your way,” they were on edge again, stiffening as hands tightened around blasters. “i counted five scarecrows, but who knows how many more there are.” you began to throw supplies from your car into a pile.

“now?” they looked panicked, unprepared. you knew dracs never patrolled out in zone six, so why now?

“yeah, i was riding ahead of ‘em. i’m sure they saw my dust trail.” 

party poison was quick to snap into their leadership role. any worry he had shown before was gone, and his directions were firm, “alright, you guys get the supplies, i’ll bring the car around”

“you got it party.” the others rushed inside, and you could hear the clatter of cans and strings of curses as they gathered what they had. 

you moved to follow the others inside and help out as best you could, but the redhead had other plans. with one hand he pulled you in the direction of the garage, while the other fumbled with the keys.

“you came back,” they breathed, turning to look at you.

“i had to,” you offered little more than a shrug as you helped load supplies into the trunk. “i couldn’t let it go all costa rica here, i owe you.”

he stopped your busy hands, holding them in his. his eyes were soft as he smiled down at you. you knew there wasn’t much time, but you could wait a minute. 

“i looked for you,” you grinned “no one knew anything. i half thought you were a mirage”

“ghoul went mad when i wanted to keep looking for you. said i should just let you go,” he countered, laughing at your teasing expression

"well, i’m here now aren’t i.”

“yeah. you gonna ride with us, or do you need to take your car back to your gang?” he turned back, throwing in the last of the equipment. his eyes were hopeful as he slid into the driver's seat.  

“i uh, never found the rest of my crew. and i don't think my car can last another chase.” grimacing, you turned to look at your smoking car, before jumping in the passenger seat next to him.

“that blows. but hey, the offer still stands, if you want to run with me…with us, you’re welcome to.” with a smile, he laced your fingers together and pulled out of the garage. 

“yeah, i think will.”

that was it then, your decision had been made. you’d ride with them till the day you died, running from dracs and shooting to stay alive. you’d run with the fabulous killjoys till the stars fell from the sky, and the world ended. whatever came first. 

[heaveaux]

im back again… with another request!

i dont have much of an idea for this one buttttt how about hc’s for frank ( fluff + smut ) with fem!reader

perhaps british!reader too as i am from the UK

thanks!

I never really write hcs so I hope this is good! If I’ve accidentally somehow not written headcannons and I’ve got confused, tell me ^^

frank iero x fem British reader

summary- just some fluff and smut hcs!

warnings- smut

fluff

•He likes it when you wrap your legs around him whilst cuddling, especially in the winter because you act like a blanket then

•Obviously you two wear matching halloween costumes for halloween-

•He hates seeing you sad so he always goes out of his way to spoil you and make sure you don’t wear a frown for at least the next week

•Somehow whenever you two shop, you lose him and when you find each other, he’s always gotten something for you, whether it’s flowers or a giant teddy

•You have a collection of giant teddies which Frank claims he got for you so you’d never be lonely but you two can’t be separated

•Sometimes he tries to copy your accent and you try to copy his

•He’s always touching you, he at least needs to have a hand on you at all times and when he doesn’t, he complains

•You two never even threaten to leave each other because you two just wouldn’t be able to function without each other

•You two both wear each others clothes and sometimes people have to point it out because neither of you notice

•If a girl were to come up to Frank you would stand behind Frank and jump on him, same thing would happen with you

•Whenever you take him to the UK to visit your old friends he always looks around like he’s never been there, when actually you’ve taken him many times

•He pretends to hate the UK but actually he quite likes it there

•Your British friends always copy Frank’s accent and you join in, he gets all pouty and threatens to go back to NJ without you and when you say that’s fine, he runs over and hugs you begging you not to leave him

•He always drinks a lot of tea in the UK claiming that it’s the only place you can get tea

•You always use British slang to confuse him, especially slang that’s sexual because you’d expect him to know all sexual words in all different languages and slang /hj

•When you go back to America, he always gets you the same gift

•If you two were to break up, you’d be back together within the same day, no matter the time

smut (kind of fluffy at the end)

•Frank tops you, but you always say he’s lying when he tells the rest of the band

•The guys always make bets like whether you two have certain kinks, it’s weird, but it’s funny

•He is always checking you’re okay and that you want to continue

•His dick is slightly larger than average which he always brags about to you

•He loves to tease you in public but when you tease him he gets annoyed, not like, in an angry way though

•Sometimes when you come home from work you hear him moaning your name, no matter how stressful your day way, that always makes you smile

•He likes to make sure you’re happy during sex and sometimes cracks some jokes

•Once you asked him to fuck your bunda as a joke kind of because you knew that he would have no clue what that meant and he didn’t know what it meant (If you don’t know what bunda means, it just means ass)

•You have a sex playlist that you listen to while having sex which includes punk rock shit and some music you two have made

•You two aren’t sure whether to have a kid, but if it somehow happened, you’d both want to keep it, and would

•Gerard made you a sex music tape as a Christmas present (and sexy lingerie for Frank)

•Frank actually ended up wearing the lingerie and you sent a picture to Gerard

•He got back at you by sending Gerard a picture of you dressed up as a stupid cartoon character (You pick which cartoon character, as long as it’s weird like a minion lmao)

•Frank gave the lingerie as a present to you on your birthday as a gift, but don’t worry, he washed it first

•Frank is very passionate about aftercare

•After having sex, he’ll have a bath with you, get you both your favourite drinks and watch something with you, but you’ll most like just fall asleep on him

•He rarely edges you or teases you during sex because he loves seeing you happy and he loves having a nice time with you

•He loves boobs. He will squish them, only yours, and lie on them, they’re so comfortable and he loves leaving hickeys on them

•If he feels like you aren’t having a good time then he’ll stop and check on you

•He likes hitting your ass is you’re alright with it, he likes to do it when you’re out too, especially when he feels like other people are looking at you the way he looks at you

I’m hoping this was good, I’m pretty proud of this! Sorry if the smut ones were too fluffy, I couldn’t help myself 😓 I love fluff….

[spidermando]

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Meeting The Parents (Gerard Way x reader)

Request: “prompt two for the angst list please! (desolation row gerard)”

Prompt: “If you make one more pop culture reference I will skin you.”

Summary: Y/n's parents are coming over for dinner and meeting Gerard for the first time, Y/n is freaking out and Gerard calms them down

Author: Zoe

Reader: I tried to make the reader gender neutral, let me know if there are any slip ups

Word count: great question

A/n: Trish has like 64 requests on her own individual account, so she's not taking mcr (possibly emo trinity, but don't quote me on that) requests on this account. Therefore, mcr (maybe emo trinity, trish please correct me) will be my forte on here! You're stuck with me, guys, I'm sorry

(That was a joke)

“Where are the fancy plates?”

Gerard strolled into the kitchen. Your eyes were glued to the empty cabinet in front of you.

“What fancy plates?” he asked.

“Y'know, the ones with the little roses on them. Where are they? They're not in here.”

“Really?” Gerard teased. “Maybe if you look a little harder, they'll appear. Maybe it's some sort of Neverland magic. Just believe..”

You sighed heavily and turned to face him.

“Gerard, I swear, if you don't-”

“-Relax, Doll,” he interrupted. “They're on the table.”

You stared at him blankly before walking past him to the table. Gerard followed you and leaned over the back of one of the chairs.

The truth was that you were incredibly nervous. You and Gerard had been dating for about three months and it was finally time for him to meet your parents. They were coming over for dinner and you were not prepared emotionally.

Gerard watched you fuss over the table decorations for a few moments before chiming in.

“Y'know, if you put that candle next to that one, all of this would kinda look like Aslan.”

“Gerard. Not helpful.”

“My bad.”

“Where are the knives? They were just here.”

You started frantically looking for the knives you had misplaced.

“Doll.”

“No, I'm serious, they were right there on the-”

“Babe.”

You looked up at him and watched him point to your hand where, lo and behold, you were already holding the knives.

“Oh.”

Gerard shook his head, his black hair falling in front of his eyes. He straightened up and walked over to you, taking the knives out of her hand and putting them on the table. He slipped his own hands into yours.

“What's going on?” he asked.

“Nothing's going on,” you defended. “I'm just trying to get everything ready.”

“I don't wanna hear it, Y/n. I haven't seen you this nervous since our first date. What's really going on?”

You sighed, bringing your gaze to the floor.

“I'm just.. I don't know. This is the first time my parents are gonna see you. I don't want them to hate you, you know?” you answered, your gaze still on the ground. Gerard was silent and his jaw clenched.

“Are you embarrassed that I'm your boyfriend?” he asked quietly. Your head snapped up to meet his gaze.

“What? No. God no. I love you so much and I want them to love you too. My dad lived under a rock for most of his life and my mom is convinced that all singers are bad influences.”

Gerard chuckled softly. “What's your dad's name? Patrick Star?” he joked.

“A metaphorical rock, you dork,” you retorted. You tried to act annoyed, but the smile on your face gave you away. Gerard returned the smile, happy you were no longer freaking out as badly as you had been before.

“I'll tell you what,” Gerard began, taking your hand and lacing his fingers together with yours. “Tonight, when your parents get here, I'll be the perfect gentleman. I'll take their coats, I'll serve drinks, I'll tell them how sweet and kind you are, I'll even call them sir and ma'am.”

You giggled at the thought of your emo icon boyfriend in his leather jacket and ripped smashing pumpkins shirt and black skinny jeans calling someone “sir.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “That would be amazing.” Gerard pressed a soft kiss to your lips which you gladly turned. He let go of your hands as there was a knock at the door. He walked over to open it.

“Wait, one more thing,” you sighed, turning around to face him at the door. He raised his eyebrows at you.

“If you make one more pop culture reference, I will skin you.”

Gerard laughed at the unexpected threat and nodded.

“I'll do my best.”

[cursivetalk]

The Taste Of Ink

Mikey Way X F!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: you're a tattoo artist who just got a walk in client who requests a wrist tattoo. It takes you a moment to realise who's sitting in front of you though

The woman flinched a bit away from the tattoo needle, I was pressing on her shoulder blade. She kept smiling though, probably trying to laugh the pain away.

"Only a little longer,"I told her, concentrated on the left wing of the angel I was putting on her skin. She nodded her head and squeezed the seat with her right hand.

My nose was almost touching her skin as I tried to get the faint lines as precise as possible. To distract her I talked to her and hummed along to the song that was playing in the background. "Do you have any plans for today?"

She nodded, relaxing just the slightest bit. "Yes, I want to go out with my girlfriend this evening to this fancy new restaurant at the corner. The tattoo's a little surprise, I hope she likes it."

"I'm sure she will," I told her and took the needle away to gently rub antiseptic on her skin.

She hissed once again but stayed perfectly still. I took off my rubber gloves and tossed them in the bin. "You wanna see it?"

"Yes, please."

So I guided her to the mirror in the staff room and held up another so she could see herself properly. The moment, she thanked me enthusiastically with a hug, I heard the familiar jingle of the door, telling me that another customer just walked in.

"A minute please!" I shouted at them.

Then, I turned back to my current customer who was smiling from cheek to cheek. That was the best part of the job, next to the art itself. Seeing the customers so happy with their new tattoo. "I love it, thanks again."

I took her to the register and gave her the obligatory talk on after care and what she should and what she shouldn't do in the next few days.

After she left the store, I turned around to the new person who was waiting patiently and looked at the pictures of the tattoos on my walls. "Can I help you?"

The first thing I noticed about the man was that he was pretty tall and had bleached blond hair that fell into his face as he turned around. He was wearing sunglasses though we were indoors. Strange. But not as strange as some other customers so I shrugged it off. Maybe he was hungover. In that case I would have to send him home, getting a tattoo like that wasn't a good idea.

But he seemed familiar. Had I tattooed him some time already? A quick scan of his body told me that no, I couldn't find anything. At least not from my gun.

"I uh, wanted to get uh, a tattoo. Do you accept walk ins?" He stumbled over his words as if he was getting shy. Aww. And I had heard his voice somewhere already. This was getting slightly creepy.

Shaking the feeling off, I nodded with a friendly smile. "Sure. Do you have decided on a tattoo already or do you want me to design you one?"

The skinny man took out a folded picture from his jeans pocket and handed it to me. "I'd like this please."

I opened it, my professional smile turning into a huge grin. I knew this spider, it was from the newest album of My Chemical Romance that came out a few weeks ago.

Already going to my computer to scan it, I asked in a playful tone: "Also a mychem fan? The album's pretty awesome, right?"

To reasons unknown to me, the man chuckled, seeming to have lost his shyness. Well, worked for me. At least I hadn't scared him off with my chatter. "I would say so."

Confused, I looked up at him. What should that-oh fuck. How could I have been so blind? My Chemical Romance was my favourite band and I didn't recognise the bassist? What was wrong with me?

Mikey fucking Way wanted me to tattoo his newest album's cover on him.

Fuck, stay calm.

I heard him giggle and decided to not do the, y'know, normal thing of maybe a bit fangirling or something and instead stared him down. It wasn't as effective as I intended it to be due to me blushing madly at the same time. Very professional.

But I was also very stubborn, so I turned back to my computer and looked for a better version of the spider to blue print it. "Where do you want to have it later?"

"My right nipple," Mikey said with a straight face.

I choked on air and whipped around to stare at him, mouth slightly agape. Then, he started to laugh madly. "I'm joking, I'm joking! God, your expressions are hilarious."

"Yes, very funny to play with your fan's little heart," I muttered bitterly around the smile I couldn't entirely hide, "but seriously, where do you want it? And do you want to get the tattoo in one sitting or more?"

"What would you recommend? And I thought my right wrist would work," he said and extended said hand to me. I quickly measured how big the spider had to be and showed it to him.

For a split second, I was tempted to tell him something along the lines of 'at least five sessions' but then my rational part of mind kicked in. Or rather the responsible one that would torture me with guilt if I went through with the first option. "I think one or two would suffice, depending on the pain. There it is!"

The last exclamation was directed at the print that came out. Mikey had taken off the sunglasses by now and was peering over my shoulder to watch me.

To be honest, I didn't know why I was so calm, considering that I always had a tiny thing for him. Maybe I was still in shock that Mikey Way actually was at my tattoo parlor to get a, well, tattoo.

I made him sit down on the chair and put the print on his wrist gently. He followed all of this curiously. "That okay?"

"Yeah, it looks great... Oh, sorry I forgot to ask for your name. I'm Mikey." I thought it was pretty cute how he pressed his lips together in embarrassment. And how he introduced himself despite the fact that we both knew that I knew who he was.

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you. If you haven't already figured, I like your band," I told him, suddenly very focused on adjusting the print carefully. These things needed to be done properly after all.

Mikey giggled. "Yeah, the music kinda gave it away."

"Huh?" I asked and then noticed the song that I had been humming along to subconsciously was Teenagers. "Oh, uh, yeah."

Who was stuttering now? Damnit, I was not a teenager anymore, stop this shit right now!

"Should I start or do you have any second guesses?" I asked as I put the ink into the tattoo machine.

Mikey shook his head. "Nope."

And he hissed as I made the first point. "Shit, Frank said that it would be barely noticeable."

I giggled. "Well, he has a bit more tattoos than you to be fair and is most likely more accustomed to it."

For a while, I worked in silence until Mikey spoke up again. Or rather pressed the words through his lips. "Fuck that hurts."

"Should I talk to you? It distracts most of my customers enough from the pain," I offered somewhat shyly. Yes, he intimidated me a bit but to be fair, he was in my favourite band, okay?

"That'd be awesome," Mikey said through gritted teeth as I hit an especially sensible nerve.

I thought for a moment as Famous Last Words started playing. Should I seriously fangirl to him about his music? Ah fuck it, I couldn't think of anything else. "I always loved this song so much. It gives off so much pain but always so much hope. It's a great ending for an album in my opinion and Gerard's vocals are just heavenly."

To my surprise, Mikey nodded along understandingly. "Yeah, it's awesome especially when we're only jamming around and Gee starts with these vocals out of nowhere. The first time I heard the song, it was so intense and I remember how he called me that day to hear my opinion on it. I think I might have actually cried."

Of course, I knew the story behind the song but that Mikey would talk about it so openly wasn't something I expected. But it distracted him from what I was doing to his wrist and I got to talk to him. I wiped away some ink.

"That's the thing that drew me - and probably most of your other fans - in. The sincerity in your songs and how you can portray every emotion so authentically that we can feel them with you."

Mikey leaned back in the chair and now stared at me and not at what my hands were doing. We talked about their music a little more and I felt myself drifting to my private live or the lack of it. Mikey listened intently and offered some stories himself or laughed with me.

He was an even more sweet person than I thought he would be and after the first few awkward minutes, we were chatting freely, me completely forgetting that I fangirled about him mere minutes ago and now just enjoyed his presence.

By the time I was finished with the outline, Mikey's arm was completely red. I put away the tattoo machine and looked at him as I shook out my hands. "I need a break and change the paint for the colouring. Do you want to finish it in one go or make another appointment?"

"I think a break would be perfect. Maybe we can look afterwards but at the moment it's okay, pain-wise," Mikey said after a little inspection of his arm. Before he could touch it, I slapped his hand away with a stern glare.

Then, I nodded and got up to make myself something to drink. "You want a Coffee too?"

His head perked up with a huge grin. "Coffee?"

His reaction was answer enough so I went to the backroom and made two cups of the hot drink.

As I came back, Mikey was on the phone with someone and had walked a little away so I took out my own phone to distract myself in the meantime. I sat down on one of the sofas and scrolled through Tumblr as I waited for my coffee to cool down.

Mikey came back shortly after and grinned at me. "That was Frank. He told me that he wanted to get another tattoo and asked whether you'd have time for him next week."

Once again, I choked on my drink. "What?"

"We're staying here because of the concert and we have the rest of the week off," Mikey said as if that would explain it.

What was next? Gerard coming in randomly to have a little chat with more coffee?

I collected myself and went over to my calendar and skipped through it. "I'm mostly free so he can come in whenever you've got time."

"Cool," Mikey nodded contently and typed away at his phone. Then, he took the seat next to me and nursed his cup.

This time, the silence was peaceful as we drank slowly. I caught myself feeling more than relaxed in Mikey's presence and not only because I was a fan. Throughout the last half an hour, I had gotten a glimpse at the Mikey that wasn't in a famous band and just himself. And as cliché as it sounded, I wanted to get to know him more.

To distract myself from these fantasies, I got up again and rinsed the cup off. Mikey followed me like a lost puppy.

"I didn't want to just put it down somewhere and make a mess," he stated and pushed me to the side gently to rinse his own cup.

Twenty minutes later that we had spent talking (no, I didn't know why he was waisting his time here with me but I certainly wouldn't question it), Mikey asked if we could maybe fill in the tattoo on another day as it felt pretty sore by now.

I nodded understandingly; I had already figured that he would say this. "Yeah, you can come together with Frank or make an appointment if you want to."

"I think I wanna come back on my own," Mikey said with a cute grin and leaned on the counter as I typed out a receipt.

He payed still smiling but stayed where he was. "Sooo, do you come to our show tomorrow?"

"No, it was sold out before I could get tickets," I told him, feeling strangely guilty as if I was letting him down or something. Which was ridiculous.

"Oh," Mikey sighed but then scrunched up his face in confusion, "wait what? I thought we weren't sold out."

Before I could say anything else, he had pulled out his phone again and went away. Out of the door and down the street. Okay?

Confused, I stared at the place he had been standing in and sighed heavily. That was fast.

I went to clean up the place to distract my thoughts from circling around a certain bassist who was a little too cute for my liking. How was I supposed to not get a crush on him if he was such a sweet person to talk to? Okay, I met him today for the first time but still. I would like to see him again. And I wasn't saying that I was in love with him, that'd be creepy. Just wanted to see him and not because he was famous but because he was a great person. I was ranting again. Inside my head. Oh God, I needed to get out more.

Before my mind could spiral down in scenarios that certainly would never happen, I distracted myself by sorting the register only to see that Mikey left his sunglasses. At least he would come back somewhere between now and next week so I would see him again.

I didn't get halfway through the register as the work phone rang. It did this only like once or twice a year so naturally, I jumped and acted a little belated.

"Hello, tattoo parlor Y/L/N?" I answered the phone.

"Hey, it's Mikey. I forgot to ask for your phone number so I took the one that was on your door. Anyway, I talked with our manager and apparently there was some trouble with the tickets so do you still wanna come?" Mikey all said in one rush, so I had to decipher for a moment what he all just said.

Did he just offer me tickets? And did he imply that he wanted my phone number? Did that mean that he wanted to stay in contact? Y/N, you have to answer his question!

"Uh, uhm sure. But you didn't need to do so much because of me, really," I told him embarrassed. At least Mikey couldn't see me blushing.

The bassist chuckled quietly. "No problem. Just come to the venue and tell them your name, I saved a ticket under it for you. The guys love the tattoo by the way."

This man would be the death of me, I was sure. First, he came to my tattoo parlor, then he was just an angel, talked with me for at least three hours straight while listening to everything I said and making me laugh and now he gave me tickets for my favourite band and he complimented my work. I actually had to sit down.

"Thank you, that means a lot to me"

"You're welcome, Y/N!" Another voice shouted from somewhere behind Mikey. Maybe it was Frank but I wasn't sure. Oh my God, the fact that they knew my name meant that Mikey had talked about me.

I giggled lightly and stroked a few loose strands of hair out of my face that was still burning. And back to thirteen year old girl it was.

"Dude, just ask for her phone number," someone mumbled in the background and immediately after that, I heard the bang of a door and Mikey clearing his throat nervously.

"Uhm yeah. Sorry about them." His voice was now significantly more quiet.

Okay, he was nervous. Because he wanted my number? "Were they serious? You want to have my number? As in staying in contact?" I couldn't help but ask.

Now, it was Mikey's turn to giggle. God, when did we go back to being awkward? "Sure. I had fun today, apart from this needle piercing my skin multiple times of course. You seem to be a cool person to be around and I wanted to keep talking to you. Sorry by the way that I ran out so fast."

"Uh, no problem," I stuttered out after a surely too long pause. Then, I gave him my phone number for what he thanked me again.

We ended the call after that and after Mikey wished me a good night and told me that he was looking forward to seeing me again.

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Part two

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SandB Series

Alpha Werewolf!Taehyung x Mate!Reader

Chapter 10.

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Tag-List: @jvcqneliue​, @gooplibrary​, @imaforeigner​, @wickizer​, @mychemical-friendship, @justmewondering, @stories1907​, @stressedinmedschool247​, @taeslittletiger​, @claireelise19​

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Everything moved so fast in your eyes. You couldn’t begin to understand how you ended up here. You pull at the chains that keep you bound to the wall before whining. 

The sound earns a multitude of eyes on you and Taehyung is quick to check on you before running his hands through his hair. 

You were strung up naked against the wolframite wall, your body shaking like a leaf as he fixes the blindfold on your eyes. Your body was still running hot, your skin feeling like you were in the presence of the sun at this point.

“Tae, unchain me!” You cry out, warm tears coasting over your cheekbones as you tug harshly against the chains that bind you.

His hand presses to his mouth as he flinches. 

“I can’t baby. I’m sorry. We don’t know how to fix you, yet.” He whispers and the sound of his voice brings a deep based growl from the base of your throat surprising even yourself.

He feels at a loss. This has never happened before, or not that he’s heard of anyway. Gold eyes were normal upon entering these hallowed grounds. It happens to human mates that are the only one for their counterpart. The symptoms of heat were also normal, he expected it. He was excited for it even, but this- the blood red eyes like you had the Parvovirus was something completely new and terrifying.

He can’t begin to understand the strength you gained. It took six werewolves that could lift over a ton to even pull you off of him. 

He stomps his foot angrily as he covers his face with his hands. 

He doesn’t understand the science behind it, he doesn’t understand anything and it frustrates him to his core. 

“So you’re saying this began after she took the Axelite?” The royal physician asks for the fifth time.

Arms wrap around your mate’s chest, holding him back as he bares his teeth at the question. 

“If I say my answer again, I will rip out your jugular and feed it to the wild beasts in the forest.” He seethes through clench teeth as his nails begin to sharpen themselves. 

The physician seems calm at the sudden aggression thrown at him but it’s no surprise seeing as how he has taken care of werewolves and lived to tell the tale many times over.

“Fix my fiance, she’s fucking dying over there. Our pups need her!” Taehyung says as he balls the doctors shirt up in his fists.

Jeongguk and Jimin pull him back as the doctor approaches you again. You can smell him, which is shocking because your senses were never the best. You can smell his fear and his inquisitiveness. It’s astounding you can even tell how he feels from a simple scent. 

Above all you can hear everything so clearly. You know whenever Taehyung takes a step or when Yoongi taps his fingers to his knee. You can hear the pups clothes rustling as they flail their arms or legs.

“What hurts the most?” The doctor asks as he presses his hand to your shoulder.

The touch of someone other than Tae makes your stomach violently ill, the queasiness coursing through you as you press your head back to the wall.

Your chest rumbles with a low growl and Taehyung pulls the doctor away from you before biting his bottom lip nervously.

“Everything hurts. My cunt, my head, my skin.” You mumble as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

The royal physician looks over at Taehyung’s aunt who sits passively on the chaise lounge holding one of the recently born girls. He tilts his head to outside of the room and she nods before following him out of your bedroom.

“Baby. I’m so sorry.” Taehyung whispers to you, his shoulders are deflated at a loss of what to do.

You tug harder on the restraints at the sound of his voice, your tongue licks at your lips before baring your teeth almost viciously.

“I want to hold my babies.” You growl and he whimpers gently before nodding.

“I know, baby girl. I’m so sorry.” He whispers before looking at his pack. 

The others don’t meet his eyes, staring at the floor as he goes through the bouts of hopelessness and anger. How could they fix you if this has never happened before? 

You can hear the physician whispering to your mate's aunt. You hear him tell her that there might not be a cure. It might be something you’re stuck with if they can’t come up with a solution and even through all of these mind muddling feelings, you feel yourself deflating at those words.

Taehyung hears them too and he kicks the wooden chest at the end of the bed, creating a hole in the now splintered wood.

The bedroom door reopens and you hear unfamiliar footsteps that accompany the others as they enter. 

Tae’s head lifts up at the intrusion before raising an eyebrow as an older woman with stark white hair follows behind the physician. 

Without a second thought, he lifts the blindfold off of you. 

“Are you crazy?!” Taehyung yells as your eyes snap open. 

Your blood red eyes dance around the room before finding purchase on your mate and you pull so harshly at the restraints, the wall groans almost giving way to your tugs. You growl at him, the sides of your mouth foaming before snapping your teeth hard in his direction.

He swallows thickly, his eyes beginning to well up with tears as Jeongguk and Jimin press you into the wall with their shoulders.

“Ah.” The voice is melodic and you pry your eyes away from your fiance before being met with amethyst colored irises. 

The woman before you was so breathtaking and so shrouded in her own white glow, your eyes squinted as if you’re looking head on into the sun. 

“My Lady.” She whispers and you feel yourself relaxing at her gentle voice. She sounds of wind chimes and bird songs and your head tilts as she approaches you. 

“This is the leader of the Fae, Raeuna.” Soojae announces and Taehyung steps forward protectively as she runs her hand over your cheek. Whether it was to protect you or her, he still couldn’t begin to understand.

“I see.” She murmurs as she curls her hand before a glass vial appears within her palm. 

“Do you feel pain, My Lady?” She asks as you feel your body molding into the wall and the werewolves before you.

Her question begins to bring back your troubles and your skin flares with pain as you groan. She begins to frown as one of your newborn daughters begins to cry. Your head snaps up and you pull your hands so hard against the metal that it snaps into shards. 

“Oh Jesus!” Jimin yells as the rest of the pack charge to keep you still. 

Your growl emanates throughout the room, the sound shaking Taehyung’s heart as he picks up your daughter and places her to his chest shushing her all the while. 

He eyes you nervously as you kick and thrash at the men as they dig you deeper into the wall, their heels skidding against the floor as you battle them. 

“Let me go. She needs me!” You scream before grabbing on to Namjoon’s hair. He groans at the tug, his jaw clenching to withstand the pain. You barrel your forehead to his and he whimpers at the pain before passing out, his body slipping through the countless others as he falls to the floor. 

You crack your neck before zoning in on your fiance as he ushers his aunt out of the room with two of the pups in tow. 

“Can you help her?” The royal physician asks Raeuna as she cups your cheek lovingly. 

Your fiance stares at you with pleading eyes as he backs up farther into the room with your daughter to his chest.

“Baby.” He whispers sullenly and above all the screaming and commotion from the werewolves holding you down, you can still hear him. 

“I can.” The Fae says and once more your body begins to shut down at the voice of her. She sounds so ethereal, so absolutely entrancing. 

“Wolf Prince.” She beckons him forward and you growl as he steps closer to you. 

He lays your daughter down on the bed before flinching as you snap your teeth at him. 

“She became this way after taking the Axelite?” Taehyung can almost vomit at the question as he hears it now for the sixth time. His nerves were shot to shit and it rattles him to the core to see you so fucking vicious.

“Yes.” He mumbles as you growl at him.

“Please help her, I-I don’t know what to do.” He begs the Fae as she smiles sweetly at you.

 The lit fire in the room crackles loudly as you begin to zone out into her amethyst irises, watching them swirl and sway with ease. It’s like watching a purple ocean, with low tides and misting horizons.

“I can help her. But, I have one question for you.” He feels himself teetering on the edge of psychosis. She speaks so slowly, so calmly he begins to think that she can’t grasp the bloodcurdling situation at hand.

If his pack lose control over you, who knows what could fucking happen? Who knows how damaging the results could be?

“Anything.” He says quickly as he watches your body go lax against the wall.

“Eyes on me, My Lady. That’s right.” She whispers before caressing your cheekbone with her thumb.

“Is she always fertile?” Raeuna asks and Taehyung does a double take of her face, seemingly shocked at the question.

“Y-Yes.” He replies and that answer seems to appease her as she opens the vile in the palm of her hand. The liquid is pearlescent and shimmering as it swirls on its own within the confines of the glass.

“Are you sure this will help her?” He asks quickly as she brings the vile to your lips. 

“Oh yes. This will help out My Lady in ways you could never imagine.” She replies as you part your lips for the viscous liquid. 

A sweet taste lingers on your tongue as she tips the bottle upwards. The liquid is icy cold as it careens down your throat. Your eyes squeeze shut and there’s a lapse in your thinking, your mind going completely blank before collapsing into the arms of the pack.

“Y/N?!” Taehyung calls loudly to you as he pulls you from Jin’s arms.

“When she wakes, she’ll be her old self again. Maybe even better than before-”

“Who are you to tell me how she should be?!” Taehyung barks out to the ethereal woman as he lays you down on the bed beside Rina. 

She hums at his words before sitting down on the chaise lounge his aunt was sat in previously. 

“When she wakes I must speak with her.” Raeuna says before fixing her dress as it pools at her feet.

Your fiance runs his hand over your cheek before pressing his lips to your forehead. His lips linger for a while as he hugs you to his body. He was frightened, so completely lost throughout that time. And, he realizes he would be a shell without you. 

The pack leave quietly as they whisper to one another at the strange events that have just taken place.

“Can you please explain why this happened?” The physician asks as he pulls out a leather bound book and a fountain pen.

Raeuna looks away from you before laughing gently, the sound is like water bubbling to a surface before breaking. 

“This will never happen again.” She says, putting her hand on his wrist stopping his hand from inscribing.

Taehyung’s eyes falter to the woman before sitting up straighter.

“And why is that?” He asks as he pulls the covers over your naked body.

She smiles sweetly at him before looking at your sleeping figure. 

“Because she’s one of a kind. She is unlike everyone and yet, she is above everyone.” The Fae Elder says before crossing her legs demurely. 

An eyebrow raises on your fiance as he crosses his arms. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t quite understand.” The physician whispers as he closes the leather book.

“Everything will be explained when My Lady wakes from her slumber.” Raeuna says before producing a glass of purple water and taking a sip as her eyes narrow at your sleeping form.

You wake with a jump, your body springing up in the large bed. 

“Hi.” Taehyung whispers to your right and you turn your body quickly to him. You scramble to hug him and he chuckles as he presses your head to the base of his neck. His large hand runs comforting swipes over your back, his lips pressing to your temple repeatedly as he rocks you against him.

You whine in his arms, hugging him so tightly he groans with a chuckle. 

“I guess you kept some of that strength, huh?” He asks as he pushes some of your hair behind your eye. He kisses your lips sweetly, his plush warm lips pouring out his emotions as he holds you close. 

“So you’ve awoken.” Raeuna says as she enters the room. 

You smile at her before bowing your head, your thoughts subconsciously drifting to how calming and serene her eyes were as she helped you. 

“My Lady.” She whispers before approaching the bed. She sits on the wooden bench at the end before extending her hands and you take them happily as Taehyung runs his lips over your mate mark. 

“Thank you for helping, I-I don’t know how you helped me but I’m so appreciative.” You say earnestly as you squeeze her hands.

She hums happily before her smile widens. 

“Anything for royalty.” She replies before patting the back of your hand.

You nod before looking at your fiance and smiling, “He told me he was something of royalty.” 

The Fae Elder laughs before tilting her head, her wavy white hair falling into her eyes as she giggles. 

“Not the Wolf Prince. You. The Lady.” She says before sitting up straighter. 

Your breath catches in your throat before leaning into her touch. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” You whisper as his lips stop caressing your skin to pay attention to her words.

“You come from a long line of Fae Royalty, I can see it in your skin and your eyes. I can hear it in your voice and see it in the aura around you.” She says as you clutch onto her hands harder. You swallow before widening your eyes at her.

“So...You’re saying that she’s one of the Fae? She’s a magical creature?” Taehyung clarifies as he puts his hand on the small of your back.

Raeuna nods before wrinkling her nose at your hopelessly confused expression. 

“Shall I explain, My Lady?” She asks as you pull the sheets around your naked form tighter.

“Please.” You say before looking to your right as your mate gives her his full attention.

“When the world was dawning and brand new, there were lines of Fae Royalty that held precedence over many others. Some Fae lines tied to the land, to the fertility of soil . Some Fae lines were tied to the waters, instilling life in the vast oceans and lakes of the world. Some lines were tied to the fertility of the people- your people. The blood of the Fae in your line has been muddied over the years, breeding with all sorts of humans or hybrids but your blood still sings of times gone past. Your blood still sings of royalty even in this human body. This is why the Axelite did not work on you, for you’re not just human. You’re royalty and Fae Royalty at that.” 

Your jaw drops open at her admission and your hand presses to your mouth as you gasp. 

“Wow.” Your mate whispers before crossing his legs and listening intently.

“You probably have untapped potential coursing through you that you don’t know that you have. But, the Water of Life I have given you will bring some of those gifts to the surface over time. Of this I have no doubt.” She says before producing a small vile, the same as before. 

“Does that mean our pups are royalty?” Taehyung asks as he brushes your hair over your shoulder. 

She smiles widely, her eyes closing tightly as she nods. 

“Yes. All of the Fae are praying for their safety. We are behind you My Lady, in everything. You can count on your line.” Raeuna says, bowing her head to you. 

You can barely understand the situation but you bow back before clearing your throat. Is it hot in this room or is it just you? 

“Come to the Amaranth Forest when you have time, we would love to have you sit in with the Council.” She says before standing.

You take in the crystals that cascade from her white hair. They shimmer and glint as she stands tall, her hands clutch together before giving you a heart warming smile that makes you feel comforted. 

“My Lady.” She says.

She is gone with the wind before your very eyes. With wide eyed you look over at your mate as he whistles loudly. 

“Who knew I was marrying a royal fertility fairy.” He mumbles, earning a laugh from you.

He tackles you to the bed before chuckling and kissing you gently. 

“We’re going to need to talk with the pack.” He whispers against your lips as you hook your arms around his neck.

“Later?” You ask as you spread your legs. He situates himself between them before smirking.

“Later.” 

[ghoulgirlwrites]

Oh Baby, Let Me In

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Era: Bullets

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: ~2400

Summary/Request: if your requests are still open, would you be able to write a frank iero x reader fic in bullets era and the reader is gerard and mikeys little sister and frank likes her but doesn't want gerard and mikey to find out bc they'd get really mad?? (I hope that makes sense lol)

A/N: So sorry you had to wait so long for this, I hope it’s worth the wait! I got a little carried away with this, but I’m really proud of it. Enjoy!

--

You’d just gotten home from your last class of the day, when your older brother, Mikey, ambushed you.

“You’re coming to band practice later today, right?” He asked.

He and your other brother, Gerard, had started a band called My Chemical Romance with their friend Ray. You thought it was kinda cool, but you didn’t want to give your dorky older brothers too much credit.

“Why? I know what you guys sound like,” you whined.

“Well, we’re adding a guitarist, this really cool guy who does stuff Ray can’t do!” Mikey said.

You sighed. “Alright, fine, I’ll go.”

They’d been renting a practice space a few minutes from your house, so after dinner, you all headed there. Ray was already there, talking to…a really cute guy?

The cute guy in question turned fully towards you when he heard you and your brothers come in. His bright hazel eyes locked onto you and his jaw dropped slightly. You self-consciously tucked a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Frank, this is our sister, Y/N. Y/N, this is our new guitarist, Frank,” Gerard said, gesturing between the two of you.

Frank broke out of his apparent stupor to take your hand in his, shaking it lightly.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said.

“You too, Frank,” you said.

“Alright, if you’re done mooning at my sister, can we get started?” Mikey asked, causing you and Frank to blush.

Frank nodded and went over to where a guitar sat in a stand. He picked up the guitar, slinging it around his neck.

Throughout the entire practice, you couldn’t keep your eyes off Frank and it seemed like the same was true for him. He kept his eyes on you pretty much the whole time, even spacing out when someone spoke to him.

When band practice ended, Frank bounced over to you, a grin on his face. “What did you think?”

“You were awesome,” you said. Your cheeks burned as you wondered whether he was asking what you thought about the band as a whole. “I mean…you make my brothers’ band sound halfway decent.” Nice save.

His grin widened, the corners of his hazel eyes crinkling. “Thanks! I think I’m a little less nervous now than when I first auditioned.”

You nodded. “That’s good.”

“Maybe that’s because you’re my good luck charm,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You blushed. “Maybe.”

“Maybe you’ll just have to come to all our practices and gigs so I don’t suck,” he said.

“You won’t suck,” I said.

He tilted his head to the side. “Will you come anyway?”

“Sure, Frank,” you said.

“Y/N, come on, it’s time to go,” Mikey called.

“I gotta go, they’re my ride home,” you said.

“Kay. Bye, Y/N.” He waved at you.

“Bye, Frank,” you said, returning his wave over your shoulder as you walked away.

You climbed into the backseat of Gerard’s car, which was strewn with art supplies.

“Frank seems nice,” you said.

“He is. But stay away from him,” Gerard said, staring at you through the rearview mirror.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “You guys wanted me to meet him so badly, but now you want me to stay away from him? Makes sense.”

“We didn’t think you guys would hit it off,” Mikey said.

“Guys, I’m not twelve, I’m an adult, I’m allowed to flirt with a cute guy if I want to,” you said.

“Yeah, you guys flirt, then date, then he breaks your heart, we break his nose, and then we’re back to looking for a rhythm guitarist,” Gerard deadpanned.

“Well, lucky for you, none of that’s going to happen,” you said.

“If he asks you out, will you say yes?” Gerard asked.

“We just met!”

“Will you?” Mikey probed.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Well, don’t,” Gerard said.

You groaned, hitting your head against the headrest behind you. There was no getting through to those two. You loved your brothers, really, you did. But they were way too overprotective, especially when it came to you and their friends. It was like they didn’t trust you to hold your own or something. But you’d prove them wrong. If Frank was interested in you, you decided to go for it, and there was nothing Gerard or Mikey could do about it.

--

A week later, MyChem had their first gig with Frank as a member. You’d been to another of their practices, in which Frank flirted with you again, but he was more cautious, as if he too had gotten scolded by your brothers and didn’t want to risk anything. But you couldn’t deny that the forbidden nature of whatever had sprung up between you and Frank made it all the more exciting.

“You nervous?” You asked Frank as he and the others prepared to go onstage.

He grinned. “Not with you here.”

Gerard cleared his throat loudly and you rolled your eyes at him.

The band played an incredible show. You couldn’t take your eyes off of Frank, the way he put everything into his performance. Afterwards, you were hanging out with them outside the venue. It had been warm outside when you’d left the house, so you hadn’t thought to bring a jacket and were now regretting it.

“I’m cold!” You whined.

“Well damn, Y/N, I don’t control the weather,” Mikey said.

“Here, take my jacket,” Frank said softly, shrugging out of his dark blue jean jacket. You’d been admiring it earlier, noticing it was covered in pins. He draped the jacket around your shoulders and you gratefully shoved your hands into the sleeves, ignoring the looks Gerard and Mikey were giving you. The jacket smelled like smoke and coffee.

“I like your tattoo,” you said, brushing your fingers against the anchor above his right elbow. His skin erupted in tiny goosebumps beneath your fingertips.

He bit his lip, looking down at your hand as his cheeks turned red. “Thanks. I’m planning on getting a Black Flag symbol soon. I really like them.”

You felt your eyes light up. “Me too!”

He grinned and looked down again. That was when you noticed that your hand was still on his arm. Worse, Mikey and Gerard had noticed and didn’t look happy. You hastily brought your hand back down to your side, blushing just as red as Frank.

--

A few days later, Gerard and Mikey had dragged you to another band practice, although you were more than happy to tag along this time since it meant you got to see Frank, even though it also meant Gerard and Mikey would be watching you like hawks.

Once again, you were captivated watching Frank play his heart out. It also seemed like he couldn’t keep his eyes off you either. Sometimes you’d catch his gaze, making you both blush and look away momentarily.

After practice was over, everyone was standing around talking. Frank headed towards you, grinning. He brushed past you and you felt his hand near your hip, slipping something into your jacket pocket. You looked up at him and he winked, putting one finger to his lips, which were still curled up in a mischievous smile. He turned to talk to Ray, who was standing a few feet away from you.

You glanced around to make sure Gerard and Mikey weren’t watching, since you weren’t quite sure what Frank had put in your pocket and you had no idea how they’d react if they saw it. Thankfully, they were busy talking to their drummer, so you carefully extracted the object from your pocket.

It was a cassette tape with a note taped to it.

Dear Y/N,

I made you this tape because I really like you, but I knew I couldn’t say anything because Gerard and Mikey are already on me about it, so this is a close substitute. Some of these are songs I know we both like, some are songs I think you’ll enjoy, and some are my own songs that I may or may not have written with you in mind. I hope you like everything!

XOFrnk

You read the track listing he’d written out, finding songs from Thursday, Misfits, and Black Flag, among others. Then there were two songs listed that you weren’t familiar with: All I Want Is Nothing and She’s the Prettiest Girl At the Party and She Can Prove It With a Solid Right Hook. You figured those were the songs Frank had written and it made your heart flutter that he felt comfortable enough to share them with you. You slipped the tape back into your pocket, smiling to yourself, and began counting down the minutes until you could go home and listen to the tape.

Later that night, you put the tape on and lay in your bed while you listened to it, smiling at Frank’s choices. He’d been right, you did like the songs he’d picked with you in mind. Then you got to the songs he’d written. You couldn’t help but nod along, smiling so hard that your cheeks ached a little. You couldn’t believe how sweet his songs were, but you could, because he was a sweet boy. And of course, you knew you liked him too. As the final notes of She’s the Prettiest Girl faded out, leaving you in silence, you resolved to do something to show Frank that his feelings were returned. Who cared what Gerard and Mikey had to say?

--

The band had another gig, so of course, you went along. You could tell Gerard and Mikey were a little suspicious of you, since you didn’t used to be this enthusiastic about the band, but you were past the point of caring. You were also excited because you had a plan to tell Frankie how you felt about him and tonight, you were going to set that plan in motion.

As you all packed into the van to travel to the venue, you slipped Frank a note, much like he’d slipped you the tape. He looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed, but you just smiled and shook your head. The note read, “Don’t go into the venue right away when we get there. I have something to tell you. XO Y/N.” You hoped he’d read it before it was too late and would wait outside for you.

When the van arrived at the club where the gig was at, the others all piled out of the van to help the crew bring in equipment. You pretended to be looking for something in the backpack you’d brought with you and you heard Frank assuring the others he’d be right there, he just needed a smoke. Thankfully, none of the others decided to join him and soon, it was just the two of you.

You hopped out of the van and stood in front of Frank, who was sitting on the hood. Now that you were alone with him, his piercing hazel eyes on you, you were at a loss for words.

Frank sighed. “Look, Y/N, if you’re about to say you don’t see me that way, or that we should just be friends, or something like that, can you just get it over with? This is killing me.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you took a deep breath and crushed your lips to his. He froze for a moment, clearly stunned, but then he returned the kiss, snaking his arms around your waist. You noticed immediately how well the two of you fit together.

Gerard’s voice broke through the haze of the moment. “Hey guys, I was just wondering--what the fuck?!”

You and Frank jolted apart as if electrocuted and immediately turned towards Gerard. One of Frank’s hands still lingered on your hip and you could feel him shaking. You grabbed his hand and held it in yours.

“Frank, what the fuck?” Gerard asked.

“I’m sorry, I--”

Gerard cut him off, his face growing red. “I specifically told you not to go there.”

“I didn’t--” Frank began, but Gerard cut him off again.

“She’s my sister!”

Frank squeezed your hand. “Yes, and she’s the most amazing girl I’ve ever met.” You glanced at Frank, noticing the fiery look in his eyes.

“She’s also standing right here,” you said.

Frank glanced at you, his eyes wide in fear, as if afraid that he’d overstepped.

You sighed. “Frank, go inside. I’ll handle this.”

He frowned at you, not moving.

“Go!” You said, letting go of his hand.

He glanced between you and Gerard for a moment, a stricken look on his face. But then he seemed to decide it was better to let you deal with Gerard and reluctantly went inside. You and Gerard both watched him go. Once you could no longer see Frank, you turned to Gerard.

“Listen, I really like him and I know he really likes me, but he didn’t wanna act on it because he was afraid of what you’d do to him. Please, just let me have this,” you said.

Gerard sighed, looking down at the ground for a moment, then back up at you. “You’ll let us know if we need to kick his ass?”

You snorted. “I don’t think you could even if I asked, but sure.”

He rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“Shall we go in and tell Frank he gets to live another day?” You asked.

“Sure,” he said and the two of you went into the club.

You went over to where Ray, Mikey, and Frank were waiting. Frank still looked terrified for his life but you went over to him and took his hand. Mikey glared at the two of you, but you shook your head, glaring back.

“Frank?” Gerard asked.

Frank gulped. “If you’re going to beat me up, can I at least have a ten second head start?”

Gerard chuckled. “I’m not gonna beat you up, it’s fine.”

Mikey raised his eyebrows at Gerard.

“Really?” Mikey and Frank asked in unison.

“Yes, really. I guess if Y/N’s gonna date someone, it may as well be someone we already like,” Gerard said.

“Wait, date?” Ray asked, looking between you, Frank, Gerard, and Mikey. “Jeez, no one tells me anything!”

“Thanks, guys,” Frank said, looking much more relaxed.

“C’mere,” you said, pulling him into you. He eagerly leaned in to kiss you, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“Okay, throwing up now!” Mikey said.

You ignored him, as everything around you melted away. All you knew was Frank’s arms around you and his lips on yours. And that’s exactly how you wanted it.

[retrouvaiiled]

ray toro in bed hcs

yes i will be making one of these for each mcr member. do not ask me to make one for gee, frank, or mikey bc there will be one for each one of them later on. 

for the first couple months he would be quite vanilla, he would be way too scared to open up about his kinks.

after he opened up, he would fuck the life out of you. 

he would most def be into overstimulation and bdsm (and dacryphilia buttt we wont talk ab that.). he would love seeing you squirm and cry as he held a vibrator to your swollen clit, with the rope constricting your movements. 

hes sweet until hes not. 

he calls you angel, pretty, baby, good girl, honey/hun, darling, etc. even when you’re not in bed he adores calling you angel.

his favorite thing to do is fuck you while holding a vibrator to your clit while its on the highest setting, no doubt. 

he might also be into exhibitionism, would def fuck you on the tour bus while the other boys are out partying and could come back at any point. 

SO into cockwarming. whenever hes working on writing riffs n other shit while you’re needy he’d def have you sit on his cock until he’s done, n would praise you for not moving at all.

“good girl didn’t move at all, want me to fuck you now?” 

praising 24/7. 

ok thats lowk short im sorry </3 will feed u more later 

[robinrunsfiction]

I know you wrote Frank x Reader a lot (and you’re amazing at it) but is he your fave MyChem boy to write for? Why or why not?

Hmm, that is a good question!

I think I sorta go through phases of who I feel like writing for, and lately I've been in a Frank mood which has contributed to a lot of my Frank fics actually getting finished and posted. I think Frank and Gerard are the easiest for me to write for because they have a lot of interviews out there making it easy to connect with their personalities and to get a better characterization of them. And easy writing is my favorite type of writing 😅

But as a Mikey stan, I make myself a little sad sometimes not writing more for him. Like I feel like I get him just as much as the others, but I sorta know those stories won't get as many clicks as Frank or Gerard so I keep a lot of the stories either to myself (like my OC x Kobra stories) or I never finish them because I don't think people will really care. I joke I'm "the only Mikey stan on tumblr" and it really feels like it sometimes 😔

[deadsetromance]

GRAVEHEAD

(not my gif!)

party poison x gn!reader

summary: while waking up to a group of hostile killjoys is scary, what’s even scarier is the fact that you have no idea where to go next

warnings: general violence, mentions of death, slightly ooc, language, non-edited writing.

note:  here’s part two! writers block was a bitch, but i think this is as good as it’s going to get, so i’m happy with it :) keep an eye out for the final part!

1 | 2 | 3

there was no code of honor in the zones, no honor amongst thieves. this meant that the man in front of you could shoot you if he really wanted to. you knew that some killjoys were trigger-happy, shooting before anyone could say a word. you hoped this wouldn’t end like that. 

the sound of your heart pumping in your ears made you dizzy. there weren’t many possible outcomes–you either lived or died–and the longer you waited for something to happen, the more you were sure you would be dead. 

you were more than surprised when he slowly, slowly, angled the blaster away from your face. it wasn’t set aside yet, and they kept it in their hand just in case, but it wasn’t as much of a threat. still, you didn’t dare move even the slightest bit, and you kept your focus trained on the gun.

his eyes were fiery as he questioned you. “what are you doing in here?”

maybe it was because you hadn’t been shot yet, or even the events of the night before that left you stunned.

“i asked you a question. what the hell are you doing here?” he jabbed the blaster in your direction as he repeated his question. his finger danced on the trigger, leaving you no choice but to answer. 

“i- i was looking for shelter, and i thought this place was empty…” you held your breath, waiting…“‘m not looking for trouble, honest.” 

the group was unreadable, their masks staring unblinkingly at you. what if they didn’t believe you? what if they didn’t care? what if…. your life balanced on a series of what-ifs. but all your worries couldn’t prepare you for what happened next. 

what if they let you go?

☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ 

the one with the curly hair was the first to approach you. he passed you a can of power pup, a wet rag, and even offered to bandage your shoulder. you hadn’t realized you'd been shot. he treated you (and your wound) with a smile, before leaving you alone in a booth.

they had already started eating by the time you had cleaned yourself up, but they had left an empty seat for you at the table. whether they let you sit with them out of pity, or acceptance you weren’t sure. you sat with them anyway.

“where’s your crew?” the one with the tattoos asked, halfway through his can of power pup. you hadn’t touched yours yet.

“sorry?” you weren’t able to process the question before the group made hearty sounds of curious agreement.

“where’s your crew? d’they know where you are?” he was beaming with curiosity, and it made you feel sick. should you lie to him? make him think that you have somewhere to be?

“uh…they were dusted in a firefight. last night actually.” the table fell silent and you pushed your food around.

“oh..”

☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ 

they didn’t talk to you much after you told them what had happened. they kept to themselves, shooting pitiful looks your way, and whispering amongst themselves. 

you sat on the counter, watching the curly one–who you learned was called jet star–flip through a magazine.  

“what zone am i…are we in?” you asked, looking up from the blaster in your lap.

“we're smack in the middle of zone six. ‘bout as safe as the zones can get, ‘cause dracs don’t bother to come all the way out here.” 

“six?…er, how far is route guano from here?” 

“’s about an hour's drive south from this place. it’ll take longer on foot though,” he said, turning to look at you with concerned eyes “why’d you ask?”

“don’t want to spend too much time in one place. plus i figure it’s best if i get out of your hair…”

“it’s getting late and it’s not an easy walk. you’d never make it before sundown, and walking at night is a death sentence.” you frowned at what he said, but you knew he was right. “kobra probably could've driven ya, but the cars busted.”

“oh…”

you were about to speak again when someone called for him. “hey jet, i gotta transmission for you from dr. d!”

“shit!” 

and so you were alone again.

☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ 

the sunset was pretty, the sky painted brilliant shades of orange and red. you had a perfect view from your spot on the front steps of the diner. 

you heard someone walking up to the door, “hey…mind if i sit?” it was the redhead–party poison–standing in the doorway.

“go for it,” you smiled awkwardly, shuffling over to make room on the stairs.

“hey, i’m sorry for earlier. it’s just…strange when you come back from a supply run and a ‘joy you’ve never seen before is covered in blood, asleep in a booth.” 

“naw…it’s alright. no hard feelings or anything.” you knew you would have done the same thing if there was an unfamiliar killjoy in your hideout. that’s just how things worked.

“oh okay… ‘m sorry about what happened to your crew. do you-what happened?” his question seemed innocent, and you knew he was trying to help. but your mind flashed back to the swarm of dracs, laser beams, and the screams of your friends. it was too much for you to think about, and you looked down at the sand as your grief washed over you. 

“i can’t really remember… we pulled over to check out a satellite, and all of a sudden we were swarmed. few of ‘em made it to the car and got out, but they left me n’ the others. it’s really just a blur….”

you didn’t speak for a while after. instead, you both sat pressed up against each other listening to the sound of the wind whip against the sand. 

party poison spoke up again, as the last light began to fade from the sky. “jet told me that you were asking for directions to route guano?”   

“oh, uh yeah,” you didn’t think he’d ask, nor that jet star would have told him. wouldn’t they have wanted you to leave sooner? “i didn’t want to overstay my welcome. the sooner i leave you guys alone the better y’know?”

“hey, it’s no problem. i mean killjoys gotta help each other out,” they shrugged, acting almost like he offered his hospitality to every wayward killjoy he found. “and anyway, if…if you wanted to join our crew, you’re welcome to. i mean you lost your group and all.”

you were silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. he seemed genuine…but still, you knew your crew was out there. “i-i don’t want to be too much trouble. i think i’ll just stay for the night, and make a break for the highway tomorrow.”

“where will you go?”

shit. you hadn’t thought that far ahead. “i dunno. could try to hitch a ride from someone, and go on a ghost hunt lookin’ for the others. maybe i’ll ride solo for a little while.” 

the surprise on his face was evident. and you understood why. 

killjoys didn’t live long. they had a life expectancy of three years once they made it out of battery city. if they were lucky.

lone killjoys–those who were reckless enough to go it alone, or those who had given up–hardly made it for half of that. without a crew, a killjoy riding solo was as good as dead.

“be careful,” he said, pushing up off the stairs, and heading back inside the diner. 

“i’ll try.” with one last look over your shoulder, you followed him. 

you’d be gone by the morning.

[heaveaux]

Haha this is horrible

This era mikey ^

Mikey way × reader

First fanfiction after my deleted ones lol

he/him reader, slightly? enemies to lovers, Ray Toro's younger brother and their newest guitarist

summary: You and Mikey hate each other but it changes ig

you never knew why you hated him, he didn't know why he hated you, it just… happened?

Ever since you were young you looked up to Ray, despite being his taller, younger brother, he was so interested in music, so you became indulged in the subject too, learning guitar. It took a while, but you became a pretty good guitarist. As you and Ray grew older, you found friends and he found friends, both of your groups being majorly interested in music.

Gerard sipped on his drink and quickly sat up, hey Ray, you have a brother right?' Ray looked at him, concerned, and nodded slowly 'And he can play guitar?'

‘Where are you going with this?' Ray crossed his arms. Frank swung on his seat impatiently with his legs crossed.

‘Well I kinda want some more guitar for the background because I think it’d sound good and we’d need him urgently because we have our first show in 2 months, y/n will need practice and, like 800 people are coming!’

Ray thought for a second and nodded ‘yeah, I’m sure he’ll be willing to take up the offer’

Mikey looked up suddenly ‘WHAT, WE CAN’T JUST-‘ Gerard cut him off as Ray went up from the basement to see y/n. ‘Mikey c’mon I want another guitarist for the band! It’s too late anyway, y/n will be our new guitarist and you can’t do anything to stop that from happening!’

You came down with Ray happily, towering above all of them as frank looked up in awe at his short height of 4’8 (I’m pretty sure that was his height st the start of the band but idk, he was like 4’9 at the time of filming helena) Mikey rolled his eyes and stood up as everyone else did to begin practice. 

1 month went by and you were all eating lunch together, in silence. ‘So um, how are you all?’ Ray asked, trying to break the silence. ‘Shit’ you grumbled, ‘my head hurts, because I hit the door frame with my head because I forgot to duck’ you pouted. Mikey blushed, he thought the face you did was really cute but would never admit it in a million years. Frank laughed and Gerard giggled a bit. ‘Idiot’ Mikey rolled his eyes. ‘Oh shut up’ you did a grumpy, sassy teenager face at him (I hope you understand what I mean 😭) it went silent again and you caught Mikey looking at you so you stuck out your tongue at him. 

‘Bitch’ he rolled his eyes again and you flipped him off ‘why did they even let you in the band?, you’re so annoying’ honestly, it kinda hurt you but you knew you were annoying so you didn’t comment on it, you just continued eating, trying to annoy him slightly. It kind of worked but then you all just carried on with your day.

It was the day of the show and more people had ended up coming, a total of around 5,000 people were there and you were getting kinda scared, but you had a couple drinks and the fear vanished, you were sober enough to play, but you knew you’d do some things you may regret later on. 

The show began and Gee spoke to the crowd as you guys began playing the beginning of the first song, vampires will never hurt you. 

A few songs later you had the stupid idea to kiss Mikey. You held the side of Mikey’s cheek gently and the crowd went wild, Gerard got confused and looked at both of you and then so did Ray. The song ended and neither of you noticed, the only sounds were coming from the crowd screaming. You put both hands on Mikey’s face and smashed your lips against his, he wrapped his arms around your neck and you slipped yours around his waist. Ray was gonna murder him, but you looked so cute together, he couldn’t lie. You both broke the kiss and you smirked at him, kissing him again and biting his bottom lip whilst both swaying from side to side on your feet slightly. Gerard was making stupid comments the whole time with frank and Ray only stared angrily, his brother was making out with one of his best friends?! ON STAGE! You and Mikey stopped kissing and Mikey nodded at Gerard to begin the next song.

After the show you all went to a club and you got dared to drink a whole bottle of whiskey, you didn’t end up finishing it but you did end up telling Mikey you loved him, making out with Mikey once again and throwing up in the toilet and having to get carried back to ‘the Way house’ by Mikey, not that he minded, you looked so adorable when you were sleeping(/passed out 😭). 

You ended up waking up while it was still night and everyone was about to get into bed, including the owner of whoever’s bed you were laying in right now. ‘Hey y/n-‘ ‘wait is this your bed Mikey?!’ You looked at it in disgust though you didn’t actual mind the fact that it was his one bit, in fact, you were pleased it was his bed. ‘Yeah, but I have a question’ he stood awkwardly (that cute stand where his legs face each other 😭) and then came to sit by you on the bed. 

‘umm, when you said you loved me, did- did you actually like… mean it?’ He looked around the room whilst biting his lip, waiting for you to say no. You grabbed him and pulled him next to you, holding him tight, ‘yeah’ your answer was slightly muffled from the fact your face was buried in his chest. He hugged you back and you both fell asleep.

In the morning.

‘Sleep well guys?’ Gerard smirked as you and Mikey came into the kitchen whilst holding hands. Ray and frank both looked at you, Ray was looking at you and Mikey ‘evily’ while frank also smirked with Gerard. You turned and put your head on Mikey tiredly as he hugged you ‘shut up Gee.’

The end

I’m so bad at writing fanfic sorry, this is so crap 😭 I loved this idea, I just didn’t make this very well, I have no clue on how to write a quality fanfic, but y’know it’s a good scenario to daydream about?

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