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tiredofsunnydays · 9 hours ago

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thrills me, moves me

pairing - illi x fem!reader

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

word count - 1.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That night was still the highlight of her fucking life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it any good?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, tried to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ll just rewind it, baby.”

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

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

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

#i love this #illi mcmillin

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tiredofsunnydays · 12 hours ago

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This is probably not going to make sense or get to the people I want it to, but I’m still going to go on my knees and beg. Please please please people who are going to The My Chemical Romance concerts, please please please be on your best behavior. I wasn’t there a couple years back to see how people acted back then, but I know our fanbase is known as one of the most annoying when it comes to music fan bases. I don’t think I have any say in that idea, I’m not too sure, social media is the way I’ve interacted with this fanbase. BUT I just went to Vidcon to see SMOSH, and I can say I was severely disappointed with that fan base. They were insanely disrespectful, rude, attention seeking, etc. old men were trying to get in a fight with me and my friend who are small 19 year olds. It opened my eyes because I’ve never interacted with a fan base that was like that before. It was a harsh reality to see that not everyone is caring and kind even when we all like the same things and just want to see the same people. I’m over here like can’t we all just get along ☹️. Anyway back to MCR, it’s sort of the same thing with the SMOSH fandom, a lot of millennials, along with Gen Z. Theater kids, gamers, Emos, Punks, just a lot of different groups of people. I also know that since the pandemic, concert etiquette isn’t really a thing. I am actually so scared of going to this concert because what if people do end up ruining what would have been a great time because they cannot control themselves. Don’t forget it’s not only your $200s on stage. It’s all of ours! I’m hoping to make so many friends at this concert because I’ve seen what this fanbase is like. It’s full of fun, creative, funny, and amazing people who I appreciate. So if someone tells you to cool it down a bit, maybe reconsider and do it. If someone is saying you are making them uncomfortable by touching them or taking space up that isn’t yours please listen. Please drink water, take your meds, eat something before the concert, and for the love of God, SHOWER!!!!! scrub your armpits, undertheres, and everywhere else. Put on perfume or cologne, and maybe a nice scented lotion, AND DEODORANT, BRING SOME WITH YOU PLEASE!!! Anyway, there’s my rant. Be kind and respectful to each other, we’re all brothers, sisters, and siblings of the Black Parade <3

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