#fem frank Iero

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FEMCR plus (fall out girl)

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[maomilaa]

crystal clear - hayley williams

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Hiii I wan wonder if you could write for 2019 gerard way and fem reader were there a age gap just dating headcannons are good 💕💕

HIII YES OFCCCC

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DATING 2019 GERARD WAY

FEM READER X GERARD WAY

warnings:none just age gap and fluff

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• he would spoil you at any chance he gets what’s the point in having all that money if he can’t use it

• calls you darling,baby,babe, or princess

• comic book dates while listening to him talk about the art of all of it

• cute art museum dates with your morning starbucks

• speaking of starbucks runs yall would go every morning to starbucks he’s a coffee guy what can he say

• if you loved to read he’d take you to any books store

• hand gently on your leg always in the car while you control the music

• would definitely collect records and if you do too there would be a lot of thrift dates or dates at the record shop

• hanging out with mikey’s kids whenever he comes over

• definitely a cuddler in his sleep and will pull you closer and nuzzle up

• he would let you play with his hair

• in his eyes your his princess he’d do anything for you

• not afraid to go out and by your tampons or pads

• will get you some comfort food if your cramping and will come home and make you a nice pallet in the bed

LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT PART 2

[r0garlick]

you have no idea how much pleasure I got while doing this fem v of dd boys, but i hope you like them as much as i do🤲🫀

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Someone draw Fem frank and mikey in this outfit

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[yourfavealbumisgender]

The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance is a Pansexual Trans Woman!

requested by anon

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She's my kinda boy, and I'm her kinda girl or whatever Gerard Way said

[centralperkspoison]

I Can See You - G. Way

PAIRING: Gerard Way x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: sexual references, a little fluffy.

SUMMARY: You and Gerard have known each other for years. When you finally confess to him, everything works out! But how do you keep it as a secret? (Based loosely on I Can See You by Taylor Swift)

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

OTHERS: me posting? whattttt?! this was highly inspired by the song I Can See You by Taylor Swift, so I recommend listening to that while you read. Also, I haven't posted a fic in like a year this is crazy. also!!! not my usual work, not that much fluff just more back story. idk i have wrote in a while so im sorry!

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YOU KEPT EVERYTHING PROFESSIONAL. You and him only showed your true emotions behind closed doors. You'd brush past each other in the hallways most of the time ensuring to not let anyone catch on.

Of course, you and Gerard were friends to the public eye. You and him were the two lead singers of My Chemical Romance, but what happened behind closed doors stayed there.

You'd moved next door to the Way family when you were fairly young, quickly becoming friends with the two brothers despite the slight age differences; Mikey was three years older than you and Gerard was six years older, which is why in the beginning everything had to be quiet. But of course, you had kept your feelings for the nerdy older brother hidden since you were six, so that wouldn't be too hard.

When the band began recording for Bullets you had just turned eighteen and Gerard was almost twenty-five, which is when it first started.

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"Why don't I understand basic song structure," You groaned. "You clearly have it down."

Gerard scoffed, "I do not have it down whatsoever, I just actually ask for input unlike someone who's stubborn as hell." He laughed. 

It was only the two of you on the bus, the rest of the guys were inside a restaurant buying breakfast while before you traveled four hours to only record half the album for Bullets.

"Here, bring it over so I can look at it." He said, sitting up on the couch on the bus. You slowly walked towards him, hoping he wouldn't realize who it was about. You silently hoped he couldn't tell, then sat next to him and handed him the lyrics you had written so far. He began analyzing them and handed them back to you.

"It's good, but the bridge should have more meaning. You've described this person in such a beautiful light, then the bridge is just happily ever after? Include some of the struggle in the relationship." You nod, beginning to write. He watches you closely from over your shoulder causing you to face the other way and lay down on him so he could get a better view. This was nothing unusual for you two, it was normal for you to lay on him or anyone else in the band.

You took his words into consideration, then started writing lyrics along the lines of 'If only he knew,' and 'I could see you being my addiction, you could see me as a secret mission.' along with some more context.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" He called, you could feel his heart speed up from your spot on his chest. "Yes, Gee?" You say, looking up at him. "Who is this about?" He asked quietly, playing with your long hair. You dropped your pencil and sat up, facing him. "Is that really important right now?" "I mean not really, I'm just a bit curious." He says with a slight smirk across his face. You just shrug and walk to where you were sitting previously to the whole song structure conversation. Once you sit down, he began speaking again.

"I mean of course the description sounds a little similar, short black hair, hazel eyes, crooked smile," He says, walking behind your chair and gripping it and looking down at you from over the back of the tall chair. "I would say Frank, but his hair doesn't exactly fall under that category anymore, and when you think about it, I'm the only one with short black hair now." He smirks. He already knew, but he was just trying to play around and have a little fun before he had to make his own scary confession.

"God, okay Gerard, the song is about you." You roll your eyes trying to make it come out as if you're not afraid to say it. "Wait, you're actually admitting it?" "Yes, I have a big fat crush on you, now can you please just turn me down already so I can get over it sooner." You sigh, and he walks around your chair so you two are facing each other now. 

"(Y/N), I'm not rejecting you," He smiles. "C'mere." He says, opening his arms for a hug, and you quickly throw yourself in his arms. You two linger in the hug for a while before you take a step back and look up at him. You two were so close your noses were touching. 

"May I?" He asks, moving his hand up so he's cupping your jaw. You lean into his touch and nod.

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After you two established your feelings, your situationship turned into a relationship that ranged from sweet moments to insanely sexual ones, not that you had a problem with that, of course. It was just difficult keeping it from your best friends.

Eventually, fans began sniffing the two of you out. How you would always sit next to each other in interviews, when you were on stage you would always seem as if you were singing to him and he was singing to you, when they watched Life On The Murder Scene every time there was a video on the bus you'd have your legs sprawled out on top of his or you'd be laying on him, and even away from the bus he'd always send you looks.

You started seeing the fans reactions on Twitter in the two of your comment sections.

(Y/N)(Y/L/N): Day off with my boys! <3

mcrlover616: OMG R U AND GERARD DATING

frerard4li4e: Gerard belongs to Frank, girl. Back off.

bugmomma24356: You and Gerard are so cute ug! <3

After trying to cover up everything to the best of your abilities, nothing made them believe you, even your own band mates started thinking the two of you were together, so you two had to act more distant. 

No more laying on him, no more lingering hugs, and definitely no more making out on stage just to "make the crowd go wild". 

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The two of you had to be entirely secret for almost a year now, and it was the first night of your new tour, Rise Against the Black Parade. 

Gerard brushes his shoulder against yours in the hallway while you two walk into the dressing room, shooting you a look. "Oh sorry, (Y/N)." He says quietly and slides his arm across your back before sitting two seats away from you in the dressing room. 

Makeup took a while, but you and Gerard were the last to finish. Once your artists left the room he sprung up to lock the door, and quickly met you in the middle of the room. 

He rested his hands on your hips and you hand your arms on the back of his neck, while he pressed his lips to yours aggressively. You parted from him for a moment, "Now don't go messing up our makeup," You smirked. "We can fix it ourselves." He grunts, picking you up and placing you on the counter.

The two of you were in there for a total of five minutes before someone started knocking on the dressing room door, causing you to jump like two teenagers caught by parents. "Hello? Who's in there, we need to change!" You hear Frank say from the other side of the door. The two of you quickly check your makeup to make sure it wasn't messed up, then you walked to the door to unlock it before turning to Gerard.

"You know, if stopped hiding... it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." You said and he began to shake his head. "The age difference, (Y/N)." "It's six years, Gee. At least it's not like twenty or thirty like some other couples." You say, causing him to shrug. "I guess it's not the worst thing in the world." 

You walk over and unlock the door allowing Frank to come in with the costume cart. Once he realized it was the two of you he gasped. "You?" He said pointing to Gerard, "And you?" He said pointing to you. You turn to Gerard and tilt your head. "Yeah yeah, big deal." He said walking over to wrap an arm around your waist.  That night was one of your best shows yet. You two started showing affection on stage once again, you put your emotion back into your lyrics, and you even got a chance to preform the song you wrote for Gerard that started the whole relationship.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Am I supposed to be impressed? - Frank Iero + Gerard Way x Reader

Pairing: Platonic Frank Iero + partner Gerard Way x Reader

Warnings: Strong language - angst

Word Count: 805

“You’ve still got it Gee!” I smile, jumping around playing the guitar riff to Bulletproof Heart. Mikey comes up behind me playing his bass, nodding at me and grinning. Danger Days was my favorite album we released. Mikey and I were always super close back in the day, hanging out whenever we had free time on tour.

“Away from here!” Gerard sings, finishing the song and most importantly, our soundcheck. 

“That was epic. The fans are gonna go crazy when they hear us,” Frank puts down his guitar and walks around the stage. We all know that both the fans and us are going to have fun, we’ve waited over 6 years for this to finally happen. Walking across the stage he connects his phone to our bluetooth speaker, putting on Revenge, the album that reminded me of him the most. In all honesty, Frank and I were the closest when the band was still together. We went on little adventures wherever we toured and worked together the most when writing. 

“Frank! Hey, uh. Can we talk?” I ask looking back to see Gerard helping Mikey with his amps. 

“Okay,” he turns to look at me, still sitting on the edge of the stage. 

“I just–I’m glad we’re back together. I missed hanging out with you.” I join him on the floor turning to face him. He looks pissed off at me. Like I did something unforgivable. “I went to some of your shows with Gee. We think your music is really great.” It was. His music was amazing. Frank’s own thing that really showed how he felt. 

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” He snaps at me like I said something wrong. Honestly the last thing that I wanted to happen was for me to lose Frank. He was my best friend, I didn’t want to lose my best friend. 

“Don’t talk to her like that man,” Gerard comes up behind me and rubs my shoulders. 

“Maybe just give us some space Gee.” I rub his leg and he leans down for a kiss which I return. 

“I love you,” he whispers into my ear before disappearing to the greenroom. 

“What the fuck is your problem Frank?!” I shout after making sure no one can see us. 

“You’re my fucking problem. I fucking liked you. I loved you. And out of all the people out there, you just had to…” he shouts back at me, “You just had to fall in love with him. Out of all. The fucking. People.”

“You’re a dick Frank. You know I liked you and you did nothing about it. It is not my fault that Gee decided he wanted to get to fucking know me better. I’m sorry if that hurt your feelings,” I move to leave but he grabs onto my arm. 

“Don’t leave!” he bursts, “I missed my chance I clearly fucking understand that. I’m sorry that I’m so pissy about it but fuck, I miss being your friend.” I miss being his friend too. I miss spending time with him. I miss laughing at him everytime he broke a bone or made out with Gerard on stage. 

“Can we just go back to normal? Please? You’re my best friend Frank and I love that but I also love Gerard and we’ve done really well over these last few years.”

“We can go back to normal. But I’m not putting up with you kissing him. I swear if I see anything.” He raises a hand at me in warning. 

“You won’t,” I laugh. 

“Ray ordered pizza if you guys want to come back and have some,” Mikey pops out from backstage. Frank immediately stands up excited yelling, “Pizza!”

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Requests open!

[rdiowx]

Me after getting the 30th female reader ask this month

Idk if you guys know how to fucking read but i DONT WRITE FOR FEMALE READERS AS I AM NOT A WOMAN MYSELF NOR WAS I BORN FEMALE

THAT IS ASKING A MAN AND A GAY MAN AT THAT, TO WRITE FOR WOMEN (a nonbinary man but my point still stands)

[maomilaa]

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fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25218358

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UNAPPROACHABLE ゚☆

Frank iero x Fem!reader

(Summary: she was terrifying, no one should be that kind of perfect. But he didn’t care. She didn’t scare him.)

(This is set in the Im Not Okay (i promise) music video universe and it’s loosely based on it. So they are all seniors in high school besides Mikey who is a junior.)

(Warnings: lots of fluff, a lil angst, a little physical violence (not in the relationship), and cursing)

(Words: 4412)

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She’s the schools most unapproachable girl. Her pretty hair and bright eyes make gazing at her almost uncomfortable, because no one knew what would happen if she caught you. But that was the problem. People would just assume who she was.

How she behaved. Because putting in the effort to find out who was under the porcelain structure she upheld in the halls was to taxing of an idea. Which means no one knows besides her small group of friends that she is a genuine and kind girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly.

No matter who it was she would always greet a person with a smile. An optimistic shield surrounded her in her daily life to hide the anxieties that riddled her brain when she was behind closed doors. She knew no one would truly ever understand or like her for her because no one ever cared enough to find out for themselves.

That was till she met him.

He didn’t give a fuck who she was when he sat down in the chair next to her, during a random third period. He just new he was annoyed.

“Mr. Iero please move yourself away from Mr. Way and Mr. Toro. How about…. Hmm, ah yes. Next to miss (l/n).” The older woman hummed as she turned away from the ineligible chicken scratch she was writing on the board. The noises coming from the back row distracting her.

“Ugh…” he whined picking up his notebook and a banged up pen, bringing it to the table next to the girl. A loud thud sound echoing in the room as he sat down dramatically.

His notebook was covered in sketches and what seamed to be paragraphs of what stylistically, the girl assumed to be poetry. A few staples holding the corners on for dear life.

He looked up at her and all she could do was what she did best. She gave him a soft smile, hoping to make him feel at ease in his new chair at the front of the room. He just rolled his eyes and started to hit his pen on his notebook in a drumming fashion. Which explained why it looked almost chewed up.

She adjusted herself in her seat making sure her uniform looked straight. She could feel his eyes boring into her every few seconds. But she couldn’t help but do the same. The way he looked made her head go all fuzzy. He didn’t look like the rest of the people at the school. From his haircut, to his lip ring, to the way his uniform fit. She was entranced.

But for the first time she would be the one caught staring.

“Why do you keep looking at me all weird.” He asks in an almost offended tone. He sees her eyes widen as she quickly removes her gaze from him. He could tell she’s never been called out so blatantly before. He found it almost funny.

“Oh! Im sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rude.” She apologized profusely. He saw her sink into herself. Her confident façade melting away at his words. He felt a little bad. She almost seamed terrified of her self because of what she had done. Which frankly wasn’t a big deal. He was pretty much doing the same thing. He was just better at hiding it. As he looked at her eyes, he sighed and softened his gaze.

“No I’m sorry that was rude… I guess. You’re fine. I’m just annoyed.” He explains softly, causing her to look over at him.

“Cause she moved you from your friends? Yeah that sucks.” She agreed looking down at her hand with a tingling feeling in her cheeks. The way he looked at her made her feel things she hadn’t before. His eyes are a bright hazel color that stand out in contrast to his rich black hair. His lip ring made staring at his lips almost impossible and she didn’t understand why.

She wasn’t used to being the one who was nervous. Normally being on the receiving end, but he was screwing with her head. She just didn’t know she was doing the same. He was in utter shock by the kindness the undeniably pretty girl next to him was giving off. People who looked like her where normally the type to shove him in lockers and aggressively nudge his bag to the floor as he walked in the halls. Or throw food at him durning lunch. But she didn’t seem like that. She greeted him with a smile and treated him like a human. He couldn’t help but feel all bubbly inside.

“Yeah but it’s okay I guess…. Im Frank by the way.” He smiles causing her insides to melt.

“Im (y/n), it’s really nice to meet you.” She says returning the favor.

“You too.” He grins trying not to show the joy on his face.

And as they both looked away, staring at anything but each other, they wouldn’t realize this was the beginning. Over the next few weeks the once boring 3rd period seamed to become each of their favorite class of the day.

Small talk became genuine conversation. Leaning into each others presence rather than cowering away in awkward fear of friendly rejection.

“So your in a band?” She exclaims. The excitement consuming her voice. He nods, a wide smile resting on his face.

“Dude that’s so cool. I’ve always wanted to be in a band.” She continues.

“You should come by a practice. We could use an audience for once.” He chuckles slumping further back into his seat.

“That sounds great.” She said pulling out her phone, flipping it open.

“Our next rehearsal is after school, you wanna hitch a ride?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Yeah I’d like that.” She smiled.

The two boys sitting in the back of the classroom gave each other a knowing look. As the school bell rang everyone got up and grabbed their bags. With out even thinking about it she gave him a hug.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot after school, okay?” She smiles and the boy nods, stunned into place.

“Yeah yeah, sounds good.” He stutters out and she walks out of the room.

The two guys walk up behind him and pat him on the back.

“Holy shit!” Ray exclaims.

“She uh, she’s coming to watch us practice.” Frank says turning to the two guys.

“No way she didn’t think it was lame?” Gerard says running his hands threw his shoulder length hair.

“No she actually said it was really cool.” He explains and they boys eyes widen.

“Wow, okay. Then we need to tell Mikey.” Ray says. The others nod in agreement and head out the classroom door to find the junior way brother.

After the school day was over they all headed into the parking lot to find (y/n) leaned against the wall her uniform jacket held in her arms with a pair of headphones over her ears.

The boys walk up to her and Frank taps her on the shoulder bringing her out of her daze.

“Oh hey! Are we ready to go?” She asks scanning the group of boys in front of her.

“Yeah let’s go.” He says holding out a hand and leading her to his car. Everyone pilling in.

“Do you mind if I play some music?” Frank says and points to the radio.

“Yeah, you’re all good.” She responds. He turns the radio on and nirvana starts playing. The boys all look at each other a little worried she might not like the type of music they do. That is till she starts humming along. Causing their eyes to widen.

“So uh, you like Nirvana?” Ray asks.

“Yeah, plus this is off the unplugged album. It’s one of my favorites.” She says getting visibly excited by the topic.

“No yeah, it’s really good.” Ray says.

“Ugh this is so cool!” She exclaims.

“What is?” Frank asks with a small laugh.

“It’s just… none of my friends are into this stuff. Well, I guess till I met you guys. It’s nice to have people I can relate to.” She smiles softly causing the rest to grin.

“We’re happy you’re our friend.” Gerard smiles.

“Yeah, we really are.” Frank says quickly looking over to her from the drivers seat. A warm smile on his lips. She couldn’t help but look at his lips and wonder if his lip ring would feel cold against her lips.

Feeling the heat rise to her cheeks she looks out the window and sees the street they’re driving down.

“Hey I live a few doors down. Do you wanna stop by real quick. I kinda wanna change out of the uniform if it’s not to much trouble.” She asks politely and they all agree that it’s fine. They then pull in-front of her house.

“Okay so my parents are gonna be out of the house till around 10 with my siblings. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.” She says walking up the stairs to her room. Nerves wrack her body as she heads upstairs. This would be the first time they would see her in clothes outside of school. What if they thought she was lame? They where so much cooler than she was. At least that’s what she thought.

She walked into her room closing the door quickly. She pulled out a pair of grey cargos and a tight white spaghetti strap shirt. Putting them on she grabbed her chucks and her bag. Lastly grabbing her black cardigan she opened her door only to find Frank in her doorway, his hand up in a knocking position.

“Oh sorry, I was just gonna ask where your bathroom was… but wow your room is so cool.” He says enamored by the atmosphere and she steps aside so he can observe further. The posters of bands like Led Zeppelin, Bob Marley, and Pearl Jam adorning her walls. Small pictures of people covered the lose space fallowed by plants strung all over the room. A leather jacket and multiple pairs of black boots on the floor by her dark green lounge chair in the corner. Her bed was unmade and covered in pillows and blankets. A small Teddy bear, that was visibly old, lying next to her pillow. A desk covered in makeup products and an old mirror on the other wall.

“Oh thanks. Whenever I go to the record store I like to get a new poster so my walls look a little cluttered. I’ve had to start putting them on my celling.” She says blushing hard over the fact that an attractive boy was in her room.

“It’s cool as fuck to be honest. Do you have people over often. This seams like such a chill hang out spot.” he looks to her and asks.

“Oh uh no actually. I don’t really have that many friends.” She awkwardly chuckles trying to ease the tension. He looks to her confused.

“How? Everyone at school loves you. And I see you with other girls in the halls.” He asks as his brows furrowed.

“Those are just what I like to call.. school friends. They are fun to hangout with when we are at school but they don’t really ever want to hang out outside of that. I guess I’m used for their school rep. Plus I’m always told I’m very… unapproachable. I don’t really understand why.”

“I don’t find you unapproachable.” He smiles taking a step closer.

“You are probably one of the coolest girls I’ve ever met.” He continues taking another step closer. The room got thick with tension. Her breath hitched and she look straight into his eyes. Neither of them really knew what was about to happen. But before they could find out Mikey knocked on the door way.

“Hey we better get going. Me and Gerard’s mom will be home in a few hours and we wanna get a good practice in. Oh sick room (y/n).” He smiles and walks back down the stairs.

“I- uh guess we should get going.” She says and heads out the door him following close behind. He couldn’t help but notice her arms and they walked down the stairs. His eyes widened.

“You have tattoos?” He asks extremely surprised.

“Yeah I’m planning on getting another before prom but I haven’t gotten around to it.” She says causally and his heart starts beating faster. She was so cool and she didn’t even realize it.

“Speaking of which where did you get your lip pierced? I’m thinking of getting a nose ring.” She asks.

“Oh I- I did it myself in Gerard’s basement, but the place I get my tattoos done has a good piercer. I can take you if you’d like.” He says as they head out to the car.

“That sounds awesome.” She grins and his heart stops. The color of her eyes in the sun made him weak.

“Cool cool.” He says and hops in the front seat driving to the way household.

They get there and head to the basement where they find two guitars, a bass, 3 mics and drum set.

“What do each of you do?” She asks as she takes a seat on the couch in the corner.

“Well Mikey plays bass, I play guitar, Frank plays Rhythm guitar, and Gerard sings.” Ray explains.

“I’m so excited.” She leans back into the couch as they each set up. The sounds of tuning and some screeching from the amps ended with a soft “one. two. three.” Which was very misleading for the sound this band made. The sound was almost violent, but it was still so beautiful that you enjoyed it. Making you re think things about yourself. She couldn’t help but stare at Frank as he played.

He was almost manic in his movements. The way he swung his body around as he played, never in one spot for long. His faces made him look almost pleasured by every stroke… of his guitar that is. She felt butterflies in her stomach as the song stopped and he looked to her. She could see a sense of what seemed to be nervousness on his face. Like he was waiting for her approval. But the large smile on her face made the heat rise to his cheeks.

She liked it.

After that day she went to every single practice. She was their number one supporter. Her and Frank grew really close because of it. Every practice he would offer her a ride home. And every time he would pull up to her house and she’d ask if he wanted to come inside. With a smirk he would nod and they would go up to her room. She would put on a movie and they would ignore it. They would sit and talk for hours. About everything. Things like old crushes, arguments with their parents. They would tell deep secrets and embarrassing stories. Every time it would start getting a little to late he would tell her his mom would be worried and she would walk him to the door. And there would be this moment. They would look into each others eyes and for a second it felt like a magnet was pulling them together. He would look down to her lips, and just think ‘how could something look so soft?’ And he’d have to stop himself from leaning in.

He’d take a step back and thank her for her time. He’d walk to his car and sit down roughly placing a hand down to the wheel while rubbing his other across his face. He just didn’t have the balls to do it. She was to good to be true. But she would also back into her house and shake her head in frustration. She just didn’t understand why she couldn’t make the first move. He seemed to cool for her.

This one day she was standing in the halls at school when one of her friends walks up… and just slaps her straight across the face.

“You bitch!” The red haired girl yells as the noise of the slap echos threw the space.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” (Y/n) says holding a hand to her cheek.

“Why does every single guy I like always want you!” She screams.

“Except you are so goddamn unapproachable they don’t even want to do anything about it. Just watch you from afar like perves. And I’m left alone for no good reason!” She cries.

“I’m sorry I-“ (y/n) tried to say before the girl slaps her again.

“No! Don’t fucking apologize! This is why none of us actually like you! Just stay away from me!” She yells and storms off.

The entire hall way was silent as they stared at the girl with red cheeks and glossy eyes. Four guys run up to her and lead her out of the school to the parking lot.

“(Y/n) are you okay?” Mikey asks concerned as Frank and Gerard sit her down on the curb. Her breathing got heavy and she looked up to Frank. In a swift feat of emotions she starts to sob. Frank looks to the three guys.

“Hey guys you should go back to class, I’ll sit with her.” He says.

“Are you sure?” Ray asks.

“Yeah we”ll be fine.” He reassures and they nod, walking back into school. Frank sits down next to her and she leans her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t understand what’s wrong with me.” She says through tears and he rubs her shoulder.

“There is nothing wrong with you.” He sighs.

“I just don’t understand. Why am I so unapproachable. I don’t try to be. I go through life with a promise to be kind and it repays me with loneliness.”

“You’re not unapproachable. You never seamed that way to me.” He smiles down at her.

“Which I don’t get. You are the only person at this school who treats me like I’m a real person.”

“I guess it’s cause you’re, we’ll don’t take this weird, but you’re really pretty. And I guess people are intimidated by that. But everyone treats me like shit at this school so before I knew you. To me you just seemed like everyone else. But now that I know you, you don’t intimidate me. You just leave me in awe.” He confesses, running his hand through his hair. His face bright red. I nervous chuckle leaving his lips.

“Do you really see me that way?” She says turning towards him, wiping her tears away with a soft smile.

“Well yeah, and I don’t understand how you don’t. You’re just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the out. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” He says, bashfully looking down. His voice getting soft enough it ended in a whisper.

“Frank.” She sighed.

“Yeah?” He asks looking from his lap to her eyes. And what he saw left his heart yearning. No one had ever looked at him that way before. He could see the emotions pooling behind her eyes. The pleading they held for him. He knew what he should do. But she didn’t let him make the first move. Well, more like she didn’t give him the chance.

She placed her hand to his cheek slowly caressing it with her thumb taking in the way he looked. His eyes where so bright the hazel color was all she could think of. She leaned in as his eyes fluttered shut. The feeling of his cold lip ring causing a shiver to go down her spine. His lips where surprisingly soft as they moved together with hers. He couldn’t help but move his hand up to the nape of her neck. The feeling of her skin sending him into orbit. The soft sound of surprise leaving his lips made her stomach flip. They slowly moved apart and he looked at her with surprise.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever met.” She said in a soft, yet sincere, voice. His cheeks practically glowed red as he leaned his forehead against hers.

The next few months they where always together. And for the first time in a while they where happy.

They would go to concerts together and sneak out to get tattoos. He went with her to get her nose pierced. He thought she looked so badass he got a nose stud. Afterwards they made out in his car, only to leave a few noticeable marks on each of their necks. Her mother noticed before she did and Frank was banned from the house for a week. Much to Gerard and rays amusement.

They had weekly movie nights after rehearsals. They would sit and talk barley watching and when the fell asleep with their limbs tangled together covered messily in blankets, her mother would walk in to tell her it was time for Frank to go home. Only to find them peacefully asleep. So she would call up franks mom and explain, leading to multiple unplanned sleepovers and very awkward family breakfasts in the morning.

That was till she started noticing him being a little distant. He would start to actually watch the movies on movie night and he would leave afterwards. Even telling her rehearsal was cancelled two or three times, when she knew from the others that it wasn’t.

“Hey Frank.” She said as they sat together in her dark green chair listening to the soft sounds of her record player spinning in the corner.

“Yeah.” He said mindlessly fiddling his lip ring with his teeth. As she traced his tattoos she sighed.

“Are you okay? You just seam a little… spaced out lately.” She asks softly. He looks to her and she could see a flash of sadness behind his eyes before he looked away again.

“Oh I’m fine, just a little tired I guess.” He says dismissively. She could tell he was lying and so she pushed a little.

“I’m mean are you sure? Cause-“

“Yes Im sure just drop it okay.” He snapped a little and she sat in shock her fingers leaving his arms. The large green chair suddenly feeling to small for the both of them. She got up and was about to leave the room to give him a break when he continued, stopping her in her tracks.

“It’s just… I saw you 3 weeks ago. You where standing on the field with one of the players. And he was touching your arms.” He says sitting up and her heart dropped. He though she was cheating.

“That wasn’t what you think it was.” She says taking a step closer to him.

“Oh yeah? And what was it?” He said standing up.

“He was hitting on me and touching me without my permission. I told him to stop because I have a boyfriend. Is this what’s been bothering you?” She explained her heart racing.

“Well yeah. Cause to me it just looked like my girlfriend was being asked out by someone who was more in her league than I am.” He says and frustrated tears well up in his eyes. He couldn’t get over the feeling he wasn’t enough for her after actually seeing her with someone like that.

“You know I would never do that to you Frank. Why wouldn’t you just talk to me sooner?” She asks. And he heard her words. And they made sense to him but the feeling where still bubbling up inside.

So he called her the one thing she told him she hated.

“Cause you’re so unapproachable when it comes to this stuff! You’re just little miss perfect!” He exclaims in a moment of anger. Mostly with himself.

The gasp that left her lips sounded like an echo in the silence.

But the look she had when her eyes widened, brimming with tears, had his brain shut off. He knew he messed up and quickly softened his features. Starting to walk closer to her.

“(Y/n) I’m sorry I-“

“You where the only person who never called me that… who never treated me that way.” She said as the tears burned her cheeks.

“(Y/n)- please I didn’t mean it. I was just overly emotional.” He says, his voice soft.

“Why would you say that.”

“It’s just. It’s the only thing about you that is even a little imperfect.” He sighs.

“I’m not as perfect as you like to think. You’re just blinded by how you feel. The first time I kissed you, it was because you saw me for who I am. Just like everyone else. I have insecurities, I have problems and I’m not perfect.” She says and sits down on her bed as he steps closer to her.

“I know it’s just… everyday. We walk through the halls and people cant help but give me weird looks. This one guy even threatened to beat my up after school if I didn’t leave you alone. Every time your absent they throw food at me during lunch. And I just can’t help but wonder why your with me.” He says and his lip starts to quiver. She looks up at him and realized she had never seen him cry. His voice was shaking and his eyes got red. She had seen him get teared up but never like this. He looked so…. broken.

“Frank, why didn’t you tell me…?” She asks and he takes a step closer.

“I just didn’t think it would matter. But then I thought I saw you with that guy and I got scared.” He says as he steps down onto his knees in front of her. Pleading with his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I should have said something.” He exclaims softly.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you told me though. People are horrible. But all that matters is I love you and nothing is changing that. No stupid football players or mean girls. Cause to me you are beautiful. Inside and out.” She smiles as he looks up at her. She leans down and places a kiss to kiss lips.

“I love you.” He whispers into the kiss. And they pull away. She places her forehead to his. Just like the first time they kissed, and he smiled at the memory.

“I love you more.”

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Tied and blindfolded

Pairing: Mikey x [gn, afab] Reader Word count: ~ 1 500 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's a new thing Mikey wants to try. Kind of content: Blindfolding / Handcuffing / Dom and sub dynamics / Breeding kink / Rough

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          “This okay?” Mikey asks as he secures your wrists are well attached to the headboard, but not tightly enough to hurt. You blink, giving the restraints an experimental tug then nod at him. “Okay.” He reaches for a strip of fabric, which he wraps around your head with a light touch, covering your eyes. “Safeword?”

“Doves,” you mumble. It’s a little uncomfortable at first to dive into this, mostly because it’s unknown, but you trust Mikey enough to know he won’t do anything you don’t want to even if you got your movements and your vision limited.

A breath escapes your lips slowly as you feel him move and the mattress sink under you a little until he is sitting between your legs. It’s kind of embarrassing how he’s seeing you like that, exposed, with your thighs over his, but everything also feels so good at the same time because each touch of his is amplified. His hands are warm, running flat across your skin and rising shivers. They go up your stomach, cupping your breasts briefly, then go down again; your hips shift in anticipation. It’s difficult knowing what he’s doing next, giving the element of lack of prediction to each touch.

You gasp and arch your back when Mikey’s lips meet your torso, a few inches below your breasts as he holds onto your waist. His lips slowly go up and, suddenly, there’s tongue—a soft sound escapes your lips as he licks a stripe from the lower side of your breast to your nipple, snatching more sounds from you when his lips wrap around your nipple to suck softly on it.

“M—Mikey...” You gasp, arching your back into his touch and you finally start noticing how much you miss being able to use your hands since you’d probably be pulling him closer by now. He takes advantage of it, of course, taking his time. His tongue runs flat against your nipple, slowly, making your body tingle and the anticipation grow, which just intensifies more at the moment he lets his teeth graze your nipple. “Please...”

Mikey doesn’t answer. Not like he has to. He wraps his lips around your nipple again and sucks on it, then starts moving his lips around your breast, stopping at a spot so he can suck and nibble—a hickey? Is he leaving a hickey there? You breath shakily, almost hissing.

Mikey’s mouth keeps going lower, though, until you can feel his breath over your lips.

Right...

You squirm once Mikey presses his mouth to you, his tongue running against your clit just the right way while his hands hold onto your thighs to keep you open for him and, yet again, the fact you can’t use your hands annoys you once again. Mikey just has you at his mercy, and at the same time it can be agonizing, it’s also so fucking hot. His mouth knows exactly what to do, and the way each touch of his is intensified at the suppression of your vision, it easily has you moaning and rolling your hips against his tongue in a hope he will do more and more.

Kisses are left on your clit, your lips, then the inside of your thigh, where he also dares to nibble gently on the skin, knowing how sensitive it can be.

“Mikey...” You whisper with a moan, arching your back, and it’s a matter of seconds before his lips are locked to your clit again, licking and sucking as if it’s the first and only chance he ever gets to do this.

“Seems like it gets you pretty excited.” He chuckles, and the mattress shifts a little until you can feel him return to the sitting position between your legs like earlier. “I told you you’d like it.”

You just groan in response. It’s very much enjoyable despite how teasing it can be. “Please, Mikey.”

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Mikey sounds like he’s grinning, probably looking at you with hungry eyes; you shiver at the thought. “What? You want to be filled up nice and good soon, don’t you?” His hands run up and down your thighs gently, in a contrast to his dirty words that almost make you choke on your own spit.

“Mikey,” you mumble again, squirming as his hand squeezes your hip.

Soft, long kisses are pressed to your chest, right under your collarbones, and you tug at the restraints in an attempt to free yourself and touch Mikey, but it does nothing. A groan of frustration escapes your lips as you feel him wrap your legs around his waist as if nothing is happening then continue to probably suck marks on your chest. Fucking unfair.

“Please, please, please,” the chant escapes your lips in hushed whispers sometimes distorted by moans, finally coming to an end with a louder moan when Mikey’s cock presses against your pussy. The words that escape your lips aren’t quite clear, slurring and running into one another with how Mikey’s hands hook under your knees to bring your legs up and let his hips thrust forward; his cock runs against your clit just nice, but it’s still not enough. Your thighs quiver under his touch, threatening to close around nothing if his grip isn’t strong enough.

“You look so pretty like this,” Mikey groans, his hips pushing against yours more.

Mikey’s finally doing it, after all. His cock pushes in, gladly welcomed, sending sparkles down your body and making both of you moan. He doesn’t even give you time to adjust, just starting to rock his hips against yours in an uncertain pace that quickly gains a rhythm as his grip tightens on your thighs.

Your hands wrap around nothing, just forming into fists that leave behind crescent shapes into your palms and almost hurt too much, but it doesn’t even matter because the feeling of how Mikey fucks you, reaching into all the nice spots... It’s easy to just become a mess under him. Even more, with all the stimulation from earlier that already had built up the pleasure inside you, it’s easy to get lost now. The strings of moans helplessly escape your lips and cut through the room over the wet, obscene sound of skin against skin.

“So good,” you mumble, humming softly at how good it feels. The sensation just spreads through all your body and pools down on your lower stomach into something so good, making your toes curl and your thighs quiver.

“That good?” Mikey chuckles breathlessly. He takes a pause, unfortunately, but he uses it to let go of one of your legs and his breath fans over the side of your face as he goes back to moving, letting his hand slip between the two of you, pressed to your torso just below your waistline. “You gonna look just pretty with a round tummy, y’know? Carrying my kid. I’m going to make sure I fuck you just well so it happens,” he whispers at the same moment his fingers meet your clit and fuck—

You arch your back, trying to push your hips into Mikey’s touch even if your motions are just fruitless, only at the mercy of his heavy, fast thrusts and the way his thumb presses and rubs against your clit. You can feel your climax build up faster than it usually would, probably given to how damn sensitive you feel with your eyes covered and your hands restrained.

“M—Mikey, I’m...” You can barely speak, babbling a little. The pleasure rushes through your body and lets the thoughts slip away from your grasp, but you try to gather yourself together again. “Close, Mikey—”

“Oh, you need to hold on at least a little,” he breathes, “because I’m not.”

A whine escapes your lips in response, but you can’t do anything about it either way. It approaches with how merciless Mikey continues being, ignoring the way you clench around him and squirm, your breath becoming labored and quicker until you arch your back and feel your eyes roll back with how the pleasure crashes onto you.

The mix of curses and Mikey’s name barely sound like proper words as you cum, in an orgasm that ends up feeling longer and more intense than you’re used to, but also so much better. It’s enough to send your mind blank to a moment until you’re brought back to reality by how Mikey continues invested in fucking you despite how your moans gain a whiny edge. His thrusts stutter, growing sloppy until he moans and you can feel him coming, still moving heavily and slowly until his hands pull away from you.

“Fuck,” Mikey breathes. He shifts around for a moment until you feel the restraints loosen around your wrists and the light of the bedroom is almost blinding after spending so long with your eyes covered; he seems to notice it and move right in front of the light to make shadow cast over you. “How’s that? You fine?” He leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a couple soft kisses before you can answer.

“That was great...” You admit shyly.

“Try again later–type?”

“Definitely.”

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Killjoys Never Die 15/15 - Save Yourself

Chapter Summary: There is only one way out: the way forward. And BLI does everything in their power to stop you. What nobody saw coming was your backup. Pairing: Fun Ghoul x fem!Reader Chapter Word Count: 4 360 Series Warnings:  mentions of drugs; poor mental health; suicidal tendencies; insecurities; throwing up;  jealousy; slavery (?); experiments on living humans; mentions of eating disorder; graphic descriptions of: violence, injuries, torture, death

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Recap: You had made it into BLI’s headquarters, freed Kobra, but on your way out directly walked into BLI’s trap.

You had made it so far, into the very heart of BLI, had found Kobra, but it had been a trap all along, and now a SCARECROW-unit had opened their fire on you.

You did not know how, but like a miracle the first salve of shot missed you, as you all simultaneously turned to run for the doors. Where would you go from there? Outside more SCARECROWs were waiting, and you had no idea where the Youngbloods were, whether they were even still alive. One step after the other, you reminded yourself, as you covered Jet and Party, who dragged Kobra along. First you had to make it to the doors.

Blindly shooting over your shoulder, you followed them. Judging by the noise behind you some of your shots even found their target.

The closer you got to the doors, the better you could make out the scene behind them. An explosion had set fire to a building across the square. Countless BLI vehicles and what looked like hundreds of SCARECROWs and DRACs had crowded between you and that building. Flames were lighting up the night, flashing cold-white lights from the cars flickered over the facades of the surrounding buildings.

There was nowhere you could go. Even if you made it out of this building, you were as good as dead. The DRACs outside would have surrounded you within seconds. The SCARECROWs behind you were closing the distance between you too fast. It was hopeless. This would be the end.

That was when Fun, being the first one in the group, reached the doors.

“Go,” he shouted, holding it open for Jet and Party, who dragged Kobra along between them. The poor guy looked like he was about to pass out.

Fun waited until you were past him, and shot you a smile.

“Save yourself, I’ll hold them back” he shouted at you, alarming you.

He wasn’t gonna do the stupid thing, which he had promised you not to do, was he? He just couldn’t, couldn’t! Still in full sprint, you tried to come to a halt, but you were already outside. And then Fun pulled the door closed between you.

“Fun!”

You scream alerted the other three, who also came to a stop, as you turned around to properly take in the situation. The glass of the door separated Fun and you. He was locked in with the SCARECROWs, you locked out, forced to watch from the other side of the glass.

He was trying to buy time, just like four years ago. He was sacrificing himself, breaking his promise to you. Because you had promised each other nobody would be left behind.

Everything else faded to the background, as you stared at him through the glass. His lips moved, saying something. You could not be sure but you were certain it was along the lines of “Can’t let you die.”

Anger bubbled in your chest, as you watched him turn his back on you, firing at the SCARECROWs who had almost caught up with him, bringing down one after the other. You remembered the huge scar right above his heart, where the blaster shot had hit him when he had been killed. History would not repeat itself, you swore to yourself. Fun would not die, sacrificing himself to save his friends. He would not die in an attempt to buy you time by protecting these doors. You would not let him die. You just couldn’t. As in a trance you lifted your own blaster, aiming at the glass, at a spot where Fun would not get hit, and fired.

Along with your first shot, suddenly the facade of a house several dozen feet to your side exploded into rubble. You could not be bothered, as you fired a second, a third shot. The glass did not splinter. Jet and Party had joined you, still holding up Kobra between them, firing at the glass relentlessly.

You ignored the SCARECROWs behind you, who had finally taken notice of you. You ignored the way the house next to the headquarters had a hole blown into its walls, ignored the white tank that suddenly rolled into the square.

No, not white. It once had been, but now graffiti and paintings were splashed all over it, the most prominent a first holding up a hand grenade. The tank moved surprisingly fast, until it was in the middle of the square, before it started firing. Not ammunition in the classical sense. It fired at the buildings, at their white facades, and wherever it landed a hit, colour exploded. Reds and greens and yellows and blues and purples and pinks.

The tank was followed by a pick-up truck, rattling over the rumble of the destroyed facade. A once blue pick-up truck with Sandman behind the wheel, Soul Punk on the passenger seat, and Novocaine and Phoenix setting of fireworks from the back of the truck; fireworks that flew to the sky, exploding into a million stars of purple and gold. They whooped and cheered over the noise of the vehicles, over the terrified screams of the SCARECROWs who had never seen this much colour in their lives.

And then came the Killjoys; shouting battle cries, and singing hymns of freedom, following the tank and the truck, dressed in the colours of the rainbow, armed with grenades of paint, and grim smiles. There were hundreds of them, swarming the square, washing over the white of the SCARECROWs and DRACs like a wave over the beach, leaving nothing in their wake but colours.

You saw none of it, did not bother. All you saw was the glass that would not shatter, the glass which separated Fun from you, the glass that trapped him with the SCARECROWs. Each shot by them that missed him was a blessing. He fired at them, while you, Party and Jet fired at the glass. But you were just as much in danger as Fun. Not all SCARECROWs had submitted to panic at the sight of the tank and the colours, instead heading straight your way.

You would not make it, you suddenly realised once more. The enemy was all around, and even with the help of whichever mysterious force the Youngbloods had brought out to play, you would not make it, not all of you.

As if to prove you right, the SCARECROWs behind you opened fire, their shots so barely missing your head that you could smell where it had singed your hair. Jet turned around, and fired back at them, but it was no use. There were simply too many.

If this was the end, you could at least say you went down fighting for the people you loved. And maybe an end like this was not too bad, with the flashes of blasters left and right, the white lights of the BLI car lights, the colourful fireworks in the sky, the colour and life of the Zones washing over the dead white of BLI.

A blaster shot from behind your back missed you so narrowly, that the white fabric of the BLI suit jacket turned brown from where it had been burned, just as the glass you had kept firing at relentlessly suddenly splintered, crashing to the ground.

Launching forward, you grabbed Fun through the splintered glass, and pulled him out backwards, your fingers twisted into the fabric of his jacket. As you turned around, you finally got a look at the scene in front of the BLI headquarters for the first time.

Colour and light were driving out the night, songs and triumphant howling roared through the air and right in the middle of it the tank, fat red letters splattered over the side. “American Idiots”. A myth, a legend, the story Killjoys told themselves to fall asleep at night. The rebels that lived on the narrow sliver of land between Battery City and the sea, the heroes who freed those citizens who began doubting BLI. None of those stories were myths, as the scene before you proved. You had never seen so many Killjoys in one place, and most likely never would again. They had come here, together with the Youngbloods. To save Kobra. To save the Fabulous Killjoys. To save you.

You only had a moment to take in the scene before the pick-up with the Youngbloods came to a screeching halt, blocking the SCARECROWs direct line to you.

“Jump in,” Novocaine shouted.

You did not have to be told twice. Party and Jet hauled Kobra to the back of the truck, trying to stay low enough to stay out of the SCARECROWs’ line of fire. Novocaine and Phoenix helped pull the others on board, before Party extended his hand to you, but you shook your head, pointing to Fun. No way would you leave him to get on last, he might just have another stupid idea. Party did seem to think the same, because he quickly grabbed Fun’s wrist and pulled him up, before both of them reached for you, helping you in as well, Fun tucking you immediately into an embrace.

You had not even sat down yet, when the truck already started driving again, accelerating so fast that you almost fell over, and off the back. Quickly Fun tightened his hold on you, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he could, keeping you from losing your balance, and dropping both of you to sit down.

“What the hell were you thinking,” you hissed at him, turning in his arms to be able to look up at him.

His eyes found yours, soft, and full of love.

“Couldn’t let you guys die there,” he answered, his face mere inches away from yours. You were wondering if he thought of kissing you. You sure as hell were tempted to kiss him, no matter how mad you were at him. Not the moment for such thoughts, you reminded yourself. “Not again. Least of all you.”

While the truck was racing over the square, Novocaine and Phoenix closed the back end of the truck, so nobody would fall off. You were heading right for the tank, as you could tell, now sitting squeezed between Fun and Kobra. Kobra’s body was strangely cool against yours, weakened from the years of malnutrition and torture, whereas Fun’s was hot from all the running and fighting he had done.

On top of the tank stood three figures, still firing what looked like paint balls, at the members of BLI, who were running around like a scared chickens, no order in their rows, as they were splattered in paint.

“Killjoys never die!” Soul Punk shouted from the front of the truck, a phrase that was repeated by the other Youngbloods.

It seemed to be a signal, because suddenly one of the Killjoys on the tank, one with dishevelled black hair, and black eyeliner, lifted a megaphone up.

“Killjoys never die!” He shouted through it, and as if on command, all the Killjoys on the ground suddenly began moving back towards the hole in the facade through which they had entered the square.

The truck took a different route though, sped off into the opposite direction and into one of the broad streets between the sky scrapers.

The last glance you got at the square before you turned the first corner showed you the extent of the damage that had been done.

The glass doors to the headquarters were broken, nothing left but shards on the ground now. The facade of the building next to it had broken down completely, where the tank had driven through it. The last Killjoys were just climbing over the rubble, the tank itself with its three Killjoys on top, the American Idiots, bringing up the rear.

The rest of the buildings were covered in paint that ran down the walls and collected in puddles of colour on the ground. The SCARECROWs and DRACs had crowded in the square, bathed in paint, still panicking, still running around aimlessly. They had been overrun. Terror had settled deep in their hearts. Within less than three minutes their precious, once white heart of the city had been turned into the most colourful place in all of the northern hemisphere.

Then they were out of sight.

Anxiously you waited for the sound of sirens, motors following you. Everyone seemed to do the same.

It was the groan of Sandman, over the rushing wind and the panting of the old truck’s motor, which drew your attention away from your fear of being followed.

“Hey, everything alright there,” Party asked. He had his arm wrapped around Kobra, but now he was stretching to see into the driver’s cabin where Sandman and Soul were sitting.

Doing the same, you found it was Soul behind the wheel instead of Sandman. You could have sworn it had been the other way around.

“Yeah, might need Jet to stich me up later,” Sandman answered, sounding both pained and amused. “Took a blast to the shoulder for you.”

The two had probably switched places after Sandman had gotten shot.

The last part was directed at Kobra, their eyes meeting, and Sandman grinned happily at the sight of his old friend.

Kobra had dropped his head to Party’s shoulder in exhaustion, but smiled too.

“Didn’t ask you to,” he answered. It sounded so awfully right to finally hear his voice again.

“I know. Still wouldn’t want it any other way,” Sandman answered, before he twisted back to sit more comfortably again.

Once the conversation had died down, you focused back on the noise around you. Wind, the motor of the truck. No BLI cars, no SCARECROWs or DRACs. No one trying to stop you from leaving the city.

The tall houses shot past, and you scanned the people around you.

Phoenix and Novocaine were sitting opposite you together with Jet. They all seemed to be as anxious to leave Battery City as you were.

As long as you were within these walls, you were in a lot more danger than literally anywhere in the Zones.

Next to you, Kobra had leant against Party, who kept his arm wrapped around his younger brother. On your other side, Fun was still holding onto the hand he had offered you when he had pulled you on the pick-up truck.

The truck was going as fast as its motor managed, and a few minutes later the tall, dangerously looming walls that marked the edge of the city, came into view. As you were driving closer and closer they seemed to lean down to you, as if they were to collapse on top of you at any moment.

You could feel yourself holding your breath, as you entered the tunnel underneath them, as you seemed to accelerate more and more. There was a barrier Soul just drove through, leaving wood and metal to splinter and fly through the air like a last reminiscence of the fireworks earlier. The tunnel was lit up with lamps, brighter than the night beyond, so when the end of the tunnel came into view it was just a growing black hole you were heading for.

You felt dizzy with relief. Finally you would be out of that damned city. The Youngbloods had saved you. You had Jet sitting opposite you, smiling at you as if to say ‘We made it. We really made it’. There were Party and Kobra, the latter’s shoulder pressing to yours, still cool, but slowly growing warmer and familiar. Oh, how you had missed him. And on your other side there was Fun, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close. You had them back, all of them. You were complete again, free.

The truck sped towards the black hole that was the night beyond the tunnel without slowing down, and the second the cool night air hit your faces, the smell of desert sand filling your noses, the people around you erupted in cheers. Soul Punk kept driving, but everyone was cheering and laughing, hugging each other. You were all alive. You had made it.

But before you could join in on the celebration, there was a tuck at your shoulder, and a moment later warm lips pressed to yours.

You did not think twice as you twisted around so you could kiss Fun back, just pressed yourself closer to him, wrapped your hands in his hair and pulled him in. He smelled of motor oil, and sweat, and pine trees. All these years you had dreamt of kissing him, all these nights you had spent next to him, wondering if maybe he felt the same. And now he was kissing you, breathless and euphoric about the life you finally felt pumping in your veins again.

You laughed as you kissed him, felt his lips pull into a grin too, but he refused to pull back. You had been separated for too long, he had been ready to give his life just so you had a chance to live, and you had proven that you could survive without him dying for you. That you did not want him to make such a sacrifice.

In the back of your mind you remembered the promise he had made you, that he would not try to sacrifice himself, and that he had broken it. But that was secondary now. Because he was kissing you, and your whole body tingled with endorphins, making you dizzy, but still you could not pull away from him, from his chapped lips, his rough hands holding you close.

You could feel his heartbeat, his strands of black hair whipping around you in the wind. When he pressed his tongue to yours lips, you almost flinched in surprise, but parted you lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth, running over your own.

Fun tasted of freedom, of life, of safety, of love. Nothing in the world would be able to compare to it. His hands found their way through the layers of your clothing, past the once white BLI uniform, and under your normal clothes, until his palms were flat on your waist. Rough hands on delicate skin. You could tell he savoured the feeling of you under his hands, of the life he could feel under his fingertips, and he sighed quietly into the kiss as you cupped the side of his face, pulling him closer to kiss you deeper.

His heartbeat thrummed in his hands, his lips, against your palm as you held his face. He was alive and warm and kissing you as passionately as if he had longed to do it for years. Little did you know that he actually had. His whole body was tense, from trying to hold you to him as close as possible, but at the same time he seemed to relax into your touch; strong muscles and scarred but soft skin. And when he eventually pulled away, lips pulled into the biggest smile you had ever seen on him, you knew that – no matter what happened – you would never be separated from him again.

“I love you,” he breathed over the rushing of wind, just loud enough for you to hear.

You leant in, kissed him again, gentler this time, whispered the words back against his lips, and he tightened his embrace on you, smiling at the confession.

When you finally pulled away, you felt like you were drained off all energy. You had not eaten since this morning, had crawled through sewers, ran up stairs, had thought one of your best friends had died, not once, but twice, had run down stairs, had fought your way out from behind a line of enemies, and still somehow none of this was as exhausting as the feeling of relief to find out your feelings were reciprocated by Fun.

Leaning your head against his shoulder as the truck bumped over stones and rocks, racing through the nightly desert, you found the stars in the sky above you were shining brightly, untouched by the damage BLI caused. It was a comfort, knowing that nothing could touch that beauty, and even if they were not always visible from earth, they would always be there.

Fun brushed his hand over your arm, and rested his head against yours. He whispered something, and almost the words would have been lost to the wind, but you still caught them.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

They made your cheeks heat up, and quickly you turned your head, pressing your lips to the side of his neck.

“Neither will I.”

The sun was rising by the time you had made it to Zone 6. There was no reason to return to the Diner. It had been compromised, you knew that. If BLI had not burnt it to the ground as they had claimed, they at least knew where you had been staying, and it would certainly be swarmed by DRACs in a few hours. Instead Soul had stirred you further to the south, to a small shed, one you had not seen in years. There was one last good bye to make, before you would leave the Zones. It had been decided that you would all go East. To DEMA.

Soul did not drive too close to the shed, just close enough to be able to make out the details. Party was about to jump off the truck, when Kobra pointed to the roof of the shed.

“She’s there.”

Against the brightening horizon you could make out the shape of a person sitting on the corrugated iron roof. At the sight of the stopped pick-up, they stood up. Brown curls stood up into all directions, and they lifted a hand to their eyes, to help them see against the rising sun.

Jet and Kobra got up too, and Fun offered you a hand, as you all stepped to the edge of the truck.

It had been four years since you had last seen the Girl. You had never dared coming back. All she knew was that the men who had protected her had died. She did not know they were back.

Until now.

Even from the distance you could see how surprised she was, and then the relief.

“Wanna get closer,” Soul asked from behind the wheel, but Party shook his head.

Lifting his hands to his mouth he shouted: “Killjoys never die!”

It took a moment, but then the Girl repeated the gesture.

“Keep running!”

Her voice was quiet, clear like a small bell in the cool morning air. It tucked at you heart, and you wanted to run over to her, and hug her for hours, to explain all that had happened. But that would have to wait.

There was a new mission that needed to be taken care of in order to stop BLI from producing new weapons, new nightmarish technology. You needed to leave to protect her. She knew that. She had always known that. She had always been so much cleverer, so much stronger than a child of her age should have to be. And now she also knew that you were not alone anymore.

The truck began moving again, and quickly you all sat down, waving at the Girl until she disappeared in the distance.

There was purpose again, a new goal: Bring down DEMA. There were crews who had requested your help. There were people you wanted to protect, who you cared about. People who loved you as much as you loved them. There was a new fight, a new battle in an ongoing war. You had won the last one with the help of your friends and a mysterious group you had thought were nothing but a legend. You had lost many times, but now that you had won once, and you would win again. For the Girl. For the American Idiots. For the Youngbloods. For Party. And Kobra. And Jet. For Fun. Fun, who had his arm wrapped around you, his head sunk to your shoulder as he dozed off.

You ran your fingers through his hair. Fun. Fun who you always had thought disliked you, but simply did not know how to deal with his emotions. Fun, who got jealous easily, until the moment he knew your heart belonged to him, who was so protective, so fragile, so strong, so stubborn, so loyal, who loved so hard, so much, so deeply. And he loved you.

You kissed his hair, and buried your nose in it, inhaling the same scent that had brought you peace so many nights. Motor oil. Pine trees. You had almost lost him today again. You had been so close to losing everyone. But after all these traps BLI had prepared for you, you still had made it out.

Taking another deep breath against Fun’s hair, you settled in a way that allowed you to both bury your nose in it, as well as keep your lips pressed to his head.

Around you the others, except for Soul who was driving, had already fallen asleep, neither of them having mentioned anything about Fun and you, maybe because they had assumed it was no new development. At least that was what you imagined they might think considering the conversation you had had with Soul about Fun the night before you had gone to Battery City.

Relaxing, engulfed by Fun’s warmth and the safety he provided, you closed your eyes. New adventures were waiting, but this time you knew you would face them side by side with your friends, with the people you trusted with your life. No, they were more than friends, had always been more than that. They were family.

As the pick-up truck kept speeding east, into the rising sun, into a new chapter of your lives, towards a new danger, a new adventure, you could not help but smile against Fun’s hair as you realised that even after your friends had died, they had all come back to life. Maybe there was some truth in that saying, you thought, as morning sun beams, wind and Fun’s hair tickled your face: Killjoys never die.

The End

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