#well ok I am not the authority on what mcr is doing

[playgroundeyes]

*holding your hand* no sweetheart, you're wrong, it's not the paper kingdom and never will be <3 *hugs aggressively*

[abrandnewshadow]

2005 mcr newsletter [email] about the founding of skeleton crew

"SKELETON CREW ONLINE

To whom it may concern,

Hello friends, this is Frank from My Chemical Romance. First of all, I would like to thank you all for helping my dreams come true. I cannot express my undying

gratitude for your support of this little band. You have made it possible for four kids from New Jersey and one from Chicago to make a difference in this world. Thank you, thank you, thank you, from the depths of my polluted New Jersey heart, thank you.

Ok, so now that the mushy stuff is out of the way I wanted to tell you about something that's going on in my life. I am clogging up your inbox with junk mail to let you know that I have embarked on a new creative adventure. Over the past few years, I have met lots of extremely talented people… tons of them. The thing is, I have not only become friends with these people, but I have also become a huge fan of the art they create. When that happens, the next logical step is to figure out how to work with them in the best capacity. So I wanted to start a company or companies that would be able to showcase the talents of my friends, my heroes, and the people who inspire me to live each day of my life as if it were my last. What I came up with was Skeleton Crew (skeletoncrewonline.com). Skeleton Crew is a record label, book publisher, and clothing design company. I figured if I was going to do it, I might as well do it all. I have always had a passion for record collecting, especially rare releases. If I'm a fan of the band I have to have it all, it's a sickness really. So Skeleton Crew Records will put out limited edition releases, colored vinyl, picture discs, and things I would want as a record collector. Basically whatever the band wants to do, we will put out. Some of the bands you might have heard of, some of the bands you might not have. The one thing they will all have in common is that I like them, which means they are worth checking out. (I have wanted to start a record label of my own for years, I'm really excited.)

Skeleton Crew Publications will release books written or illustrated by musicians, artists, athletes, and just all around interesting people who have something to say. I want to create a different forum where art and ideas can be presented. With media some of these artists have not experimented with or explored yet. I think this division of Skeleton Crew is the most interesting, and the one to definitely keep your eye on. We will not censor any of the artists, they will have full reign over what they create. (Again the only thing the authors may have in common, is that I am a fan.)

Last, but not least, is Skeleton Crew Clothing. This is not a t-shirt company! I can type it again if you didn't read it the first time…this is not a t-shirt company. I have nothing against t-shirts, some of my best friends wear them, and I enjoy them as well. All I'm trying to say is that Skeleton Crew is a clothing design company; we are in the process of developing a fall/winter line that will involve more than just screen printed t-shirts. You will be able to wear nothing but Skeleton Crew products for weeks straight to any occasion or destination and never think twice about whether your uniform is comfortable, appropriate, or fashionable. The designs are rad, I must say so myself. There are teasers on the website for you right now, but we'll keep you in anticipation of the clothes for a little bit longer.

This is a business that has a greater good in mind, Skeleton Crew will donate a portion of all profits to different charitable organizations, decided upon by the artists we work with. I have a feeling you guys are gonna enjoy what we come up with; at least I hope you do. Skeleton Crew will have a booth on upcoming Warped Tour dates on the East coast. I will drop you guys a short email letting you know when exactly that will be.

Until then, go to the site, skeletoncrewonline.com, you can email us for additional information. So far it's been really fun and hard just developing this project, I can't wait to get things rolling and hear what you guys think. I created Skeleton Crew from my heart and with my friends so I hope you check it out. Thanks for reading, I'll see you at the show.

keep the faith - frank m.c.r. & s.c.."

posted by bringyrbullets on lj

[robinrunsfiction]

Just wondering if you’d be up to writing a Frank Iero x reader fic where they are an absolutely chaotic couple? and just them doing crazy or weird shit and the rest of the bands reaction to it - maybe revenge era? maybe a lil smut in it at some point if you’re feeling that (no pressure lmao)

Chaos Loves Company

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: Mature (smut) Requested By: Anon Word Count: ~1,450 Author’s Note: I hope this is chaotic enough for you Anon! Also I’m dedicating this one to my friend @maria-the-ghoul who ran a half marathon yesterday and I’m very proud of her!

"What was it like joining the band after Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge was completed?" The reporter asked you.

"At first it was a little awkward, but the guys really made me feel like I was one of the crew," you answered.

The reporter nodded. "And is there any truth to the rumors that you're dating guitarist Frank Iero?"

You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face. You glanced around, trying to spot him in the crowd of the fancy record label party that was being thrown in your band’s honor. Reporters from publications were mingling with your bandmates, getting any kind of scoop they could. "Umm, yea, we have been for a while now," you replied tucking your hair behind your ear.

"What's it like being on the road with someone you're dating?"

"It's great! Being able to have someone you care about around all the time is ama-"

You couldn't finish your sentence because Frank had run up to you, throwing you over his shoulder and jumped into the pool that was the centerpiece of the hotel lounge that was hosting  your event.

You swam to the surface the same time Frank did, eyeliner running down both your faces.

"Frank! What the hell?!" You laughed as you splashed him.

"You looked so hot, I thought you might wanna cool off," he smirked and you laughed even harder.

"What the fuck are you two doing?" Brian shouted from the edge of the pool.

You shrugged before you swam to the side of the pool and climbed out, Frank behind you.

You took the towel offered to you from a waiter and started to towel off your hair.

"We can't take you two anywhere," Ray muttered as Brian marched both of you out of the party and back to your hotel room to change. You stuck your tongue out at him in response.

"I didn't wanna be at that party anymore anyway," Frank whispered to you.

"Thank you! I was so bored!" You replied.

When you arrived at the hotel room you were sharing, you told Brian you'd be right back but given the way he rolled his eyes, he knew that he'd seen the last of you for the night.

~

When Mikey recruited you to join the band after Otter was kicked out, you hadn't even considered that you might fall for one of your bandmates. But then you met Frank.

You kept your crush to yourself, not looking to get fired immediately after getting hired, but about a week into your first tour Gerard asked to speak with you privately in the back of the bus.

"Please don't take this the wrong way," he started after closing the sliding door behind you. "But is there any chance you like Frank?"

You felt your cheeks burning up. "W-why?"

"Because I think he's trying to get your attention and I'm tired of mic stands getting thrown at me," he laughed.

"You mean that's not how he usually performs?"

"He's chaotic, but it's been worse since you got here."

You nodded, a smile creeping across his face. "Oh, ok, this is good to know. Thanks Gee."

He nodded and you decided that the best course of action would be to jump right in. Frank had been napping in his bunk so you drew back the curtain and climbed in.

“Wha- (YN)? What are you doing?” He asked rolling over to face you.

“Do you have a crush on me?” You giggled.

“Why?” He asked slowly.

“Someone might have mentioned you have been,” you paused picking your words, “acting out to get my attention.”

“Gerard,” Frank groaned and buried his face into the pillow and you giggled again.

“Soo?”

Frank looked up, eyebrows raised. “You… are you saying?”

“That I’d like to go out with you? Yea, I am.”

A smile spread across Frank’s face as he placed his hand on yours. You glanced down at his lips, then back up at his eyes, hoping he’d take the hint. Luckily he did and you were both leaning in, lips meeting. You’d kissed plenty of other people, but this was something different, you could tell and you were pretty sure Frank felt the same way based on the look on his face when you pulled back.

~

At first you didn’t know how you should approach the topic of you and Frank being together with your bandmates, so you just didn’t bring it up. Instead you spent your time ducking around with Frank, sneaking into each other's bunks when the rest of the band was asleep, but not trying not to get caught.

A couple weeks later you were sitting on the bus watching a movie with the guys as you rolled on to another town when Frank sat down next to you. You shot him a quick smile and he put his arm over your shoulder. You decided to settle in against him and you sat comfortably like that for a few minutes. Then you felt him brushing back your hair, but you didn’t think anything of it, until he started kissing your neck. You jumped slightly, glancing around at your friends, but none of them seemed to notice, in fact Mikey was asleep. 

You glanced back at him and he pulled you in for a kiss. You shifted around so your legs were over his, and were fully making out.

“Oh shit,” you heard Ray exclaim and you pulled back from Frank.

“What?” You asked innocently, when you saw Gerard and Ray staring at you two. Mikey even seemed to be coming to after hearing Ray’s shout.

“I was wondering why I hadn’t had to dodge Frank’s guitar in a while,” Mikey mumbled.

“I was wondering what that sound was the other night,” Ray said, a slightly horrified look on his face.

“Oh grow up,” Frank said before grabbing your face to kiss you again.

~

It felt like you’d been on a constant cycle of touring, going home for a short time, and then packing up and going back out on tour. But you preferred to be on the road, as that meant more time for you and Frank.

It was a few days after your incident at the pool when you arrived backstage for another award show. MCR was scheduled to open the show, so you didn’t have to do the lame red carpet press. After finishing soundcheck, you all headed back to the dressing room to get ready and wait. Then something caught your eye.

"Psst," you said loudly enough to catch the attention of both Frank and Mikey. "Sorry, Mikes, just Frank."

Mikey rolled his eyes and continued on as Frank made his way over to you, a smirk already playing at his lips as if he could read your mind. "What's up princess?" Oh yes, he knew what you were thinking.

You took his hand, glancing around pulled him into the janitors closet that had been left ajar.

"I don’t wanna wait until we get back to the hotel tonight," you said before leaning in and kissing Frank hard.

He responded immediately, backing you against the metal shelves behind you and grinding his hips against yours. "God I love when you wear skirts," he murmured as he kissed and bit along your neck, his hand running up your thigh. "Make it so easy for me."

"That's why I do it," you smirked, even though he couldn't see it in the dark.

"We better make it fast, they're gonna look for us," he groaned as he started for his belt.

"Not if they know what's good for 'em," you laughed as you pulled down your underwear and stepped out of it. 

Frank shoved down his jeans and lifted one of your legs over his hip as he lined up and pushed into you. "God you always feel so good," he moaned against your neck as you clutched at his shoulder with one hand, the other grasping at the shelves behind you.

"Ugh god Frankie," you moaned as he reached between you, rubbing your clit. "Don't stop."

"Yea, say my name,” he grunted. You repeated his name over and over like a mantra, as he thrust deep inside you.

"Frankie, so good," you moaned as you came around him. Moments later he came as well.

“God I fuckin love you, (YN),” he breathed as you both caught your breath.

“Love you too Frank,” you replied.

You had just straightened out your clothes when a banging on the door made you both jump.

“You guys done in there?” Gerard shouted, unnecessarily loudly.

Frank swung the door open. “If you wanna join in next time, just ask,” he grinned cheekily as you both walked out hand in hand.

[aimasup]

So I saw a bunch of Human AU Sanders Sides and thought I could make my own version

Backstories under the cut for anyone who’s interested

(Tw warnings such as mentions of abuse, homophobia and car accidents but it’s angst with a happy ending don’t worry)

-Long post-

-Patton:

Toddler to child: Parents love me and I love them! Lots of friends in kindergarten! Met Logan one day! He’s so smart!

Grade school: More friends! Logan’s opening up! Everything’s perfect!

Highschool: My parents are arguing more and I’m tired Meeting Roman and Remus! Roman’s so cool! Meeting Virgil! Virgil needs a hug! I feel sad and stressed sometimes and I don’t think I want to worry anyone with it.- Virgil’s with us now yay!

College: My best buds are here! I got into an accident halfway through my studies Virgil please don’t feel responsible. It’s not your fault. I’m so sorry Logan I should have understood your situation better. Roman please get mad I deserve your anger and I feel awful and empty but I shouldn’t show it because some people have it worse than I do I know it why do I feel this way? I’m fine honestly this is fine everything’s fine I’m just the problem -

Adulthood: So. I’m not the problem. I just need to work on my attitude and my flaws. I love my friends and family so much because they let me know that expressing my feelings is ok! My parents are fine now! I’m getting professional help! I work in an animal care center with Virgil! Roman is successful and pursuing his dreams! Met this guy named Dean and he works with Logan in the bookstore next to our center! He’s fun but he might need to stop lying so much, but other than that I’m happy with where I am now!

-Virgil:

Toddler to child: Parents love me and I love them. Bullies can go suck it. I feel bad that my parents always spend their time comforting me but they’re my whole world and I feel safe with them.

Grade school: Bullies are getting worse. Dad’s dead. Mom is stressed and busy so I don’t want to trouble her further. She still spends time with me for some reason. I don’t think I deserve friends. MCR is great. I met Dean and Remus. They’re. Interesting. I hate Roman.

High school: Oh my god everything is stressful and oppressive and everyone is scared of me. That’s good. Maybe. Met Patton, Logan and Roman. They’re only somewhat scared? Hm. Dean and Remus are getting into even more trouble than usual and pulling me into them. Maybe they aren’t good for me with how they’ve been acting lately. I’ll go be with Patton. - Maybe they don’t really accept me they’re just waiting to kick me out like everyone else why would they even like me-

College: Mom I love you so much I swear I’ll get a good job and make this college money worth it you’ll see. And things are surprisingly less stressful? I really like my friends? Patton why the hell did you save me from that car. Logan you have some explaining to do. Roman you shut the fuck up. - Everything is my fault I should have never said anything why am I always like this everyone was right about me- 

 Adulthood: Mom!! You can now retire!! Roommates with Patton, Logan and Roman now and I love being with them so much. And. Dean and Remus are still around. Well then. Whatever. I work a nice job at an animal care center with Patton and I have my friends and I’m learning to be more open and things are going well for now. Not bad for a life.

-Logan:

Toddler to child: Parents go to work most of the time and I see them every other weekend. Who cares about everyone else in kindergarten I have my books and Crofters. Oh hello Patton.

Grade school: I’m smarter than everyone else and I know it. Patton is a wonderful companion. I’m doing well for my age. 

High school: Virgil and Roman are interesting. Remus needs to chill. Virgil no let me lay some facts down for you because you are valid you hear me. Oh! Oh my gosh! I met this amazing student and he makes me feel special and happy! I think I love him! - It hurts but that’s fine- 

College: I’m coming for those degrees! Patton needs to stop asking me to leave my boyfriend. He doesn’t understand how important this man is to me! I can stand a little pain! Wait what happened to Patton. Virgil? Roman? Ok. Wait. Shit. I’m an idiot. I can’t believe it took me this long to figure out - I’m such an idiot it doesn’t matter how knowledgeable I am I’m still a gullible moron when it comes to relationships and everything my ex has ever done and said to me is all my fault because I fell for his manipulations-

Adulthood: Ok. I trust my therapist and my friends when they say it’s not my fault and that it’s alright. What I felt with my ex wasn’t love and I’m not a moron for falling for him. I can always start over. Like with the bookstore I now own with my receptionist Dean. Apparently he knows Virgil huh. They frequently bicker whenever Dean goes to their animal care center to buy snake feed so that’s interesting. My parents have retired and are now trying to make up for lost time with me? I appreciate it I suppose. Now I live with my companions and contact my family and things are alright.

-Roman:

Toddler to child: Parents love me and I love them! They buy me anything I want! They support my dreams! But Remus keeps bullying me and I’m not sure how to feel about him. He’s still my brother

Grade school: I have so many friends! Extra-curricular activities because I’m really talented! Remus has new friends to cause trouble with oh boy. More people to bully me the better for him ugh. Virgil especially creeps me out. I’m getting a little concerned as to how my parents are treating Remus but I’m sure he’s fine 

High school: Ok. So. Apparently telling my parents that I like guys is a bad idea. - That’s going to scar on my back for sure- They treat me completely differently from when I was a kid? And I met Patton and Logan and I think I might be a tad spoiled by my family. Also Virgil’s here but he’s getting more and more ok. I’ll hang out with him now. - I’m ungrateful and a disgrace and I’m not as creative as I ever thought I was- 

College: Welp. I’m moving out. I wish Remus the best of luck because I think he’s coming too. My parents officially suck as much as Logan’s current boyfriend. He needs to dump him. Wait I’m a YouTuber now! Yay! - I’m getting more and more stressed and overwhelmed from debt and I fear rejection from my fans and friends the moment I say something out of line and the moment I run out of good ideas for them- Oh shit Patton what happened!! Logan what did you do!! Virgil you shut the fuck up!! Remus you’re not helping!! - I could have prevented this why didn’t I realize this earlier am I that self absorbed-

Adulthood: Yes I’m a full time YouTuber and actor and singer now!! Patton, Logan and Virgil live with me now and they even work close together! Remus is now a comic book artist and novel author, hope he doesn’t traumatize people too much. Logan’s receptionist Dean sure is a character.  I still fear rejection- but I know things will be good for now!

-Deceit:

Toddler to child: Where are my parents. Why is the orphanage so small and why do people look at me weird when I talk. I’m never getting adopted.

Grade school: Well, I’m adopted now I guess. No way in hell am I telling them everything that happens daily in my life. Why do my new parents think my bedroom door needs to be removed. They took my little garden snake because it wasn’t a ‘normal’ pet? Hm. Why hello there Virgil and Remus. Hello Roman. 

High school: That’s it. I’m getting piercings, I’m getting a huge tattoo, I’m kissing snakes. Screw my parents. I don’t need to let anyone know anything about me. My opinion doesn’t matter anyways and everything about me is going to be bad no matter what so why bother So they fear us, Virgil? Good. Wait. Where are you going?

College: I’m moving out officially. Remus is in a different college. -Don’t miss him at all. I shall play along to society’s whims for now and get a degree and never use it. Got rid of the tracker under my car. I don’t think I’ll ever contact my parents again.

Adulthood: I think I’m doing rather well as a citizen. Remus is my new apartment mate oh god. But he is now a comic book artist and novel author so at least he has a job. Perks of working in a bookstore with Logan. That nerd’s one of Virgil’s new friends? And emo boy now works in the animal care center next to us? Whatever. I’ll leave them be unless I need some new snake feed. Things are peaceful now for me at least.

-Remus:

Toddler to child: I want my parents to look me in the eye and tell them they care more than just throwing fancy stuff into my arms dangit. Whatever I’ll just take it out on Roman and the kids in the playground.

Grade school: -If you can’t say anything nice don’t open your ugly mouth ever at all- So I’m disturbed? So my thoughts aren’t normal? Fine! Not like I can control what comes into my head! Let me bully Roman some more with my new buds Virgil and Dean! - freaking star child has everything I hate him so much what will it take for my parents to have their attention on me I’ve caused so much trouble in school why won’t they care-

High school: Roman what the hell happened?? I was planning your murder but now I’m not sure how to feel?? Damn you?? Uh?? We’ll move out?? And where the hell is Virgil going again?? Dean?? He’s leaving us? Alright. That’s it. That’s it - my grades and reputation are shit and my parents always assume the worst of me anyways so I’ll just sleep around with a bunch of guys every other week for quick cash and drag my family’s name through the mud and have fun because I don’t hate myself completely but my ideas are bad and I’m bad and- 

College: Fuck you mom and dad! Roman and I are moving out!! I’m gonna become a comic artist and write terrifying stories that’ll make Satan cry!! - Ugh Dean’s in another college dammit I miss him- Roman what is it this time someone get run over or something? What happened with that nerd Logan?  Is Virgil alright- What the fuck happened? - the star child is crying why are you crying why am I crying why do I feel like this I don’t care I shouldn’t care I hate you I hate me-

Adulthood: My ideas are selling! I’m a comic book artist and a novel author! Dean is my new apartment buddy! My brother is still some fancy theater geek but who cares! And the store Dean works at sells my books! And Virgil’s in the animal care center next door! I met his new friends officially and they’re boring lol. I really like where my life’s heading!

[undertalethingies]

Self Indulgent Self Insert Fic, Part 2

Part one here

--

“Why’d you shoot fire at him?” I ask, partially to fuck with her and partially out of genuine curiosity. He hadn’t been attacking me, after all, so it was odd that she’d intervene. What did he do to get her to set him on fire just for being near a human?

Toriel purses her lips, and I note that her hands are clenched tightly. Must’ve been bad, then.

“He hides a wicked nature behind a congenial facade. Please, my child, keep your trust out of his reach,”

Oh, she’s just as formal in person! That’s honestly kinda cool. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one I know who’s ever used ‘congenial’ in a sentence, but for her it just seems natural.

“I definitely have more questions about that, but first, can you not call me your child, please? We literally just met,” Seriously, it’s weird. I know she’s grieving, but spontaneously adopting every child that falls without their approval or consent is kinda messed up. 

If I manage to free the monsters, the first thing I’m doing on the surface is sticking them all in therapy. Seriously, these guys are worse than me, and I really don’t say that lightly.

Toriel’s face falls slightly, though she makes a valiant effort to hide it. (Seriously, what were you expecting me to say?)

“A-Ah, I suppose that is reasonable. May I ask your name, then?” Ok, people who are definitely reading this because I am 100% egotistical enough to assume y’all want to hear about my life. Listen up, because I’m going to say this as many times as the author wants me to. I know this is normally the part where I’d say ‘y/n’ but I want to make it clear that y/n is for reader inserts.

I am a self insert, which I know because no reader insert would ever have this much personality, those boring fucks. As a self insert, I am free to call myself Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and dye my hair black with purple streaks if I so desire.

(I don’t, I really don’t, My Immortal is a fun read if you want something to laugh at but no way in hell am I emulating that MC in any respect other than our shared enjoyment of MCR.)

ANYWAY, back to my conversation with goat mom! I’m not saying my real name because I’ve resolved that if I ever end up getting isekai’d I’ll go by my middle name, due to its general awesomeness. (My first name is also awesome, but it has a different vibe and aesthetics are everything in fantasy worlds)

“My name is Solena,” I say, responding after a reasonable pause in actual time and a weirdly long one in mental time. Now, my name looks like it would be pronounced ‘sol-een-a’ but it’s actually ‘sol-ain-uh’ which I’m stating because again, I’m fully confident that these thoughts are being written down somewhere by some enterprising author who is also very likely me from another timeline because no one else in existence is fully capable of conveying the Wonder that is Me.

“Thank you for telling me, Solena. My name is Toriel, and I will be your caretaker while you are in these ruins,” Toriel says, conveniently leaving out the fact that she’d prefer to keep me in these ruins forever, probably because I’ve already demonstrated some leeriness towards her.

Now, I could bring up Flowey again, seeing as her explanation for fireballing him was more than a little lackluster and I’m still pretending not to know this world inside and out, but I already know stuff about Flowey and there are things I’m significantly more curious about.

“Cool! Toriel, got it. Hey, if you live in a cave underground, how did you get such a nice dress? Do you have farms down here? Livestock? Do you harvest fibers from animal monsters?” 

Haha, you thought I’d ask more about the magic? Hell no! I’m way more curious about how society functions down here!

Toriel does a double take, her expression implying that she’s revising all of her expectations towards me. (Again)

“There are small plant farms in some areas of the underground. We have no livestock down here, as we were delivered to this cave system in a bit of a rush, but we do harvest some fibers from willing monsters, yes. How did you guess it?”

Let me tell you, the high I’m getting right now from those theories being correct? Very similar to what happened recently in the BNHA comic with Dabi’s true identity. I am living for this, just absolutely vibing with this new knowledge.

“Well, I don’t see how else you’d do it. How do you get the dyes?” Because I don’t see them having access to chemical dye, and it’s not like humans trash a lot of the stuff unless this is one of those illegal dumping spots, so what gives?

“Excellent question, Solena! There are professional tailors who transfer dye from clothes that fall from the surface! Many also simply wear clothes acquired from the trash, though mine are hand-crafted as befits-” She cuts herself off before she can let slip her (former?) royal status. I let it slide because I really don’t see a need to step on trauma landmines here.

“As befits someone who’s! Affluent! Anyway, we’ve entered the Ruins proper! There are many dangerous puzzles here, an old monster tradition, so I’ll need to focus more on guiding you!” Damn it, we’re at the first puzzle already? I completely missed the staircase room, which sucks because not only did I miss out on seeing one of my favorite rooms, I didn’t notice whether there was a save point!

Fuck!

I walk to the sign by the door. “Brave ones, foolish ones, both walk not the middle road. What’s that mean? I obviously get it in the proverbial sense, but it’s near this puzzle, so is it supposed to be a clue?” 

It straight up took me until my second playthrough to understand that sign, man. 

Toriel’s face just lights up. She looks absolutely delighted, and I remember that she’s always wanted to be a teacher.

“It is a misdirection! The sign tricks the reader into thinking about it metaphorically, when the answer is actually quite literal!” She demonstrates by stepping on all the buttons but the center two, before turning to smile at me.

“Oh, that’s genius! Because you’re supposed to ignore the tiles in the middle! It works as a puzzle while also having an easily remembered solution if you’re in a hurry!” It’s honestly my favorite puzzle in the game for that, even if you’re never given the opportunity to solve it yourself.

“That is exactly what I was thinking when I created it! It is wonderful to hear that the message came across to someone, even if my- my, ah, my friends had consistent difficulty with it!”

We continue chatting about puzzles as we walk into the next room.

Toriel explains the spike puzzle here and how you’re supposed to memorize the layout of the first room to safely traverse the spikes. She also explains that she locked the ‘incorrect’ spikes permanently in the ‘up’ position so that no one would get hurt, stating that puzzles should be fun, not dangerous.

Honestly, she’s giving way more exposition than she ever did in the game, probably because I’m a slut for knowledge. I only really half hear her explanation, though, because what comes next is going to be very important to knowing the kind of experience I’m going to have down here.

See, we haven’t gone down the hallway to the spike room yet, and I know full well there’s a Froggit waiting there to ambush me.

I have a few questions that this pseudo fight will hopefully answer.

One, are there options like there are in the game? Because if the battle system is the same, it could severely limit my choices when it comes to conflict resolution, especially if I have the same options as Frisk.

Two, do I have a narrator and is that narrator Chara? TwoA, do they have control over me in fights, as in some fics, or am I fully autonomous? TwoB, if they are here, are they evil or are they a person, because that’s also something the fandom intensely and frequently disagrees about. TwoC, can they hear my thoughts? I’m going with ‘probably not’ because I’ve made zero effort to exclude spoilers, but there's still a possibility and I need it confirmed. TwoD, can they hear thoughts deliberately directed at them? I hope so, it would be a huge pain to only be able to talk to them when no one’s around.

Three, are Froggits secretly cats because there’s a meme comic about that and I need it in my life.

With these thoughts in mind, Toriel and I turn down the hall, and the world goes black and white.

[thehandflextm]

My Immortal...but make it Pride and Prejudice

For my final project, I decided to rewrite My Immortal (the infamous fanfiction) as if the original author were writing a Pride and Prejudice fanfiction instead of a Harry Potter one! I do not own My Immortal nor do I own Pride and Prejudice! Basically none of this is my original text, all credit goes to Tara Gilesbie and Jane Austen.

Chapter 1.

AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! Dis stry is like if lizzy wuz goth so itz nut boring! MCR ROX!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Hi my name is Lizzy Dark’ness Dementia Raven Bennet and I have long curly brown hair with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I live in a town called Longbourn with my parents, my three younger sisters, and one older sister (I’m twenty). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Longbourn. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Lizzy!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Fitzwilliam Darcy!

“What’s up Mr. Darcy?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my sisters call me and I had to go away.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

My sister, Jane (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length blond hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Mr. Darcy yesterday! Did you know he has ten thousand a year?!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.

“Do you like Mr. Darcy?” she asked as we left our shared bedroom and went downstairs.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.

“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Mr. Darcy knocked on the door! One of the servants opened the door and he  walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Charles Bingley and I are hosting a ball at Netherfield Park” he told me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love going to balls!. Dancing is my favorite thing to do, besides reading or walking or drinking blood.

“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped.

Chapter 3.

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK I KNO THEY DIDNT HV GOFF CLOSE N 1800S!! I JS WNT THEM TO BE GOHT! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN!.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

On the night of the ball I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the ball.

I went outside. Mr. Darcy was waiting there in front of his carriage. He was wearing a his normal fancy clothes and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

“Hi Mr. Darcy!” I said in a depressed voice.

“Hi Lizzy.” he said back. We walked into hisblack carriage and drove to NetherfieldWhen we got there, we both hopped out of the carriage. We went to the dance floor and danced together.

“That violinist is so fucking hot.” I said to Mr. Darcy, pointing to him as he played, filling the room with his amazing music.

Suddenly Mr. Darcy looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.

“Really?” asked Mr. Darcy sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know him and he’s not even rich.” I said disgustedly.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Mr. Darcy. After the ball, we drank some wine Mr. Darcy and I crawled back into the carriage, but Mr. Darcy didn’t go back to Longbourn, instead he drove the carriage into……………………… the forest!

Chapter 4.

AN: I sed stup flaming ok lizzy’s name is LZIZY nut mary su OK! DARCY IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

“MR. DARCY!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Darcy didn’t answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.

“Lizzy?” he asked.

“What?” I snapped.

Mr. Darcy leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.

And then…………… suddenly just as I Mr. Dacry kissed me passionately. Darcy climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

It was…………………………………………………….Mr. Bennet!

Chapter 5.

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the breakfast room, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

“Bastard!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick. He was wearing red contact lenses just like Mr Darcy’s. He had a manly stubble on his chin. He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Joel Madden. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I’m a girl so I didn’t get one you sicko. He was here with some other officers to visit my sister, Lydia.

“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.

“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.

“My name’s George Wickham, although most people call me Vampire these days.” he grumbled.

“Why?” I exclaimed.

“Because I love the taste of human blood.” he giggled.

“Well, I am a vampire.” I confessed.

“Really?” he whimpered.

“Yeah.” I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Mr. Darcy came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

Chapter 6.

AN: stop flaming ok! i skipped time cuz the middle is boring lul so jus pretnd it al happned!MCR ROX!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXX

I was trying to sleep when suddenly, an horrible woman with beady eyes and wrinkly skin and everything started knocking on the door! She was wearing all black but it was obvious she wasn’t gothic. It was…… Lady Catherine de Bourgh!

“No!” I shouted in a scared voice but then Lady Catherine grabbed my arm and I couldn’t run away.

“Let me go!” I shouted at her and scratched her arm. Lady Catherine fell on her but and started to scream. I felt bad for her even though I’m a sadist so I stopped.

“Lizzy.” she yelled. “Thou must not marry Fitzwilliam Darcy!”

I thought about Mr. Darcy and his sexah eyes and his black hair. I remembered that Mr. Wickham had said that Mr. Darcy was evel, but he told me himself it was all Wickham’s fault!

“No! Please!” I begged.

“Thou must!” she yelled. “If thou does not, then I shall tell everyone about how Lydia and Wickhma had sex before marriage !”

“How did you know?” I asked in a surprised way.

Lay Catherine got a dude-ur-so-retarded look on her face. “Everyone thinks that already.” she answered cruelly. “And if you doth marry Darcy, then thou know what will happen to your sister!” she shouted. Then she ran away angrily.

I was so scared and mad I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly Dracy came into the house.

“Mr. Darcy!” I said. “Hi!”

“Hi.” he said back but his face was all sad. He was wearing white foundation and messy eyeliner kind of like a pentagram (geddit) between Joel Madden and Gerard Way.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“No.” he answered.

“I’m sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you were mean to Mr. Wickham.” I expelled.

“That’s okay.” he said all depressed “Will you mary me?”

“Yes!!” i said exitedly and we went back into Longbourn together making out.

Chapter 7

AN: well I hav noffing 2 say but evrt1 stup glamming ok!!111 if any gofik ppl r reading dis den u rok!!!11 omfg im leeving dubya pretty soon kant wait!!! Diz wil prolly be da last chaptah until I kum bak.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Mr. Darcy and I went to Jan’e swedding to Mr. Bingley and we were all happy and clapped when they kissed! Even tho I’m goth, I stil love my sister and am glad she’s happy. Mr. Darcy and I announced our engagement and everyone was happy. My mom fainted with hpapiness because she knew he was rich lolz. My dad didn’t want tme to marry him at first bcuz he though Drayc was meant to me but I told him i loved him so it wuz ok.

Whe got married and i wore al black corest, red fishnets on my legs and purple fishnets on my arms ,a blakc lace vail, and a lether black skirt. Mr Darcy told me I was beautiful and now we’re married!

[ladyofpurple]

answer all of the questions!!

holy SHIT ok bless you omg

(sorry it's a full day late i took this shit SERIOUSLY. don't ask me how many hours this took, i was in A Mood™️ last night. removed the ones already answered xoxo)

angel; have you ever been in love?

yeah. didn't end too well, but i loved him.

petal; favorite novel and author?

this is like asking me to pick a favorite child. i guess favorite author would be stephen king, if only based entirely on the sheer quantity of his books i own alone. favorite book would probably be special topics in calamity physics by marisha pessl, and i'm only saying that because it's been my go-to response for years. i have lots of favorite books. ask me again in five minutes and i'll give you another one.

honey perfume; favorite perfume/scent?

freshly made coffee. lilacs. jasmine. cut grass. the ground after it rains. chocolate chip cookies in the oven. cigarette smoke on skin. my mom's shampoo. my grandma. my dog when he's just had a bath. thanksgiving dinner. acrylic paint on canvas. sawdust. that one cologne i can't name but can smell on a guy from a mile away. mulled cranberry and apple juice. vanilla. coconut. fresh laundry. peppermint.

sweet pea; what’s your zodiac?

virgo sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising ✨

softie; talk about your sexuality.

i'm biromantic asexual, primarily attracted to men more than women (but have had too many crushes on girls to consider myself het), generally sex repulsed when it comes to the thought of having it myself. i prefer to call myself queer in passing conversation, it's easier than explaining asexuality and the differences between sexual and romantic attraction. if someone asks more specifically, i'll usually just call myself bi for simplicity's sake, even though the ace part is a much more important (to me) part of my identity. monogamous as fuck.

i'm still struggling with internalized homophobia and a lot of "am i even queer enough" thoughts, which is super fun. took me a long time to even consider the fact that i might like girls at all. i'll probably never come out to my parents. not that they'd, like, disown me or whatever, but they're juuuuust homophobic/transphobic enough that my few attempts to educate them when they say something A Little Yikes have shown me that i should probably just stay in the closet unless i absolutely have to come out. like i'm getting married to a woman or something.

sugarplum; what’s the color of your eyes and hair?

i usually say my eyes are green because it's easier, and they mostly are, but i have rings of greyish blue around the irises and sometimes they're more hazel in the middle. they always have a green tint to them though, even if the intensity of the green varies.

my natural hair is brown, a little on the darker and slightly ashy side of completely generic. currently a former blonde, although i'm hoping to bleach my fucking YEAR of growout soon, and then go some crazy color as a last hurrah before i have to go dark again. being broke fucking sucks.

wings; coffee or tea?

tea!! black tea. chai, to be specific, with an irresponsible amount of milk and sugar. chai lattes are a fucking drug okay? coffee makes me sick (not a judgement, a literal fact. last time i tried some i threw up).

fairytale; are you a cat or dog person?

cat!! but my family has a chihuahua named sonny and you can pry that little monster from my cold dead hands ok i will fight you.

snowflake; favorite time period?

okay, i wrote and rewrote my answer to this about 10 times. then i tried to divide it up into categories (aesthetics, history, fashion, vibes, geographical location, etc), but that didn't help. so basically: i don't have one, because i have too many.

i like the american 20s-60s for the aesthetic, music/movies, and the fashion. i also like the european 1600s-1800s for the interesting history and also vibe. i love the french and russian revolutions — the fashion! the art! the wars and political upheaval! I FUCKING LOVE HISTORY. then, of course, we can't forget the rennaisance. or the witch trials (pick your continent). and ancient greece? the roman empire? hello?? did i mention empires? how bout we mosy on over to south america — can i interest you in the mayans? incans? aztecs? what about china and japan? korea? vietnam? and don't even get me fucking STARTED on the black plague.

ancient egypt? sign me the FUCK UP. vikings? yes please. the celts? oh boy. the MYTHOLOGY. the ARCHITECTURE. the LANGUAGES and POLITICS and LITERATURE and REVOLUTIONS and GOD HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ANY OF THESE

i uh. might have gotten a little excited. basically i like history a lot. and mythology. and linguistics. and cultural practices. and the politics and prejudices behind wars and stuff. and learning in general. moving on.

vanilla; do you believe in ghosts?

let's put it this way: i don't not believe in ghosts??

listen. we don't know jack shit. we don't know what happens after we die, there are constant scientific revelations that turn our understanding of the universe completely upside-down, and there is literally no way to know which religions or myths or urban legends could have some grain of truth to them. like, dude, i've literally thought i was haunted before. psychology is bananas and the universe is infinite.

demons could be real. ghosts could be real. what if we just haven't invented the necessary technology to prove it yet? what if we never do, and they just fuck around alongside us, moving furniture and making shadow puppets on the walls just for kicks until the earth explodes? what if that one tumblr post was right and ghosts are actually real people from alternate universes or timelines that we see accidentally bc some cosmic wires got crossed? who fucking knows.

i love horror movies and scary stories and ghost hunter shows just as much as the next gal. but listen. psychics? mediums? people who accept every single creepypasta retold third-hand from their neighbor's kid's classmate's second cousin who "totally knows a guy"? doubt.jpeg

i don't understand the sheer amount of assumptions made willy-nilly about the nature of ghosts and demons and things that go bump in the night. the assumption that "oh this machine that totally doesn't look like a coathanger taped to a walkman will work because ghosts have this temperature and can always communicate like this and are electromagnetic" or whatever just baffles me. to a certain degree, following a general consensus is one thing — some basic things everyone can agree on? that's cool. ghosts can walk through walls and are probably dead people or whatever. but oh my god, taking every single story as absolute, undeniable proof?? taking these stories and expanding on them to infer intentions and scientific facts to something that by it's very nature is unknowable and assuming, like, every spirit is created equal?? and yeah, ghost hunting shows are fun and campy and kinda creepy but like. you really, genuinely don't think any of them have ever faked anything at all??? even if ghosts are real, it's fucking reality tv, my dude. it's the entertainment industry. at least maintain the slightest ounce of critical thought before taking zak bagans' word as the goddamn gospel.

and sidenote, maybe it's just my limited exposure as a white woman in the western world, but of all the shows and podcasts and movies and documentaries and whatnot i've been able to find and consume, there's the constant use of christian ideology applied to every situation that just really burns my bacon. what, there's never been an atheist ghost? if you see a shadow person and you don't know the lord's prayer by heart, are you automatically fucked? why are there never stories about, i don't know, viking ghosts? does your religion in life preclude you from becoming a ghost in the first place? is that why people never mention buddhist ghosts? i don't get it, and that's why even though i'm self-admittedly the most superstitious person i've ever met, true believers make me roll my eyes so hard they almost fall out. makes me come across as more skeptical than i theoretically am. I HAVE VERY STRONG FEELINGS ABOUT THIS OK

but like, you couldn't pay me to fuck with a ouija board. i'm not stupid.

delicate; diamonds or pearls?

both have their appeal and their place, but diamonds, i guess. i like the sparkle. but fake ones!! or synthetic. diamonds are overpriced and artificial scarcity is a scam and i don't need a dumb rock that some poor person in a mine somewhere was exploited and possibly died for. no blood diamonds in this house, thank you very much.

if i ever get engaged, i don't want a diamond ring. i'd want something cool, a little unusual, like a ruby or a sapphire or some other sparkly gem that isn't literally shoved in your face every waking moment as the expected standard symbol of True Love. they're cheaper, they're cool-looking, as a ring they still hold the cultural symbolism of an engagement/wedding ring. and honestly, as long as it's well-made and durable, whatever hypothetical gem it is doesn't have to be real either. i'm a woman of simple needs and demonstrably low standards. no point in going into debt for a fucking piece of jewelry, regardless of ~tradition~.

lavender dream; favorite album?

oh lord. welcome to the black parade, i guess. or anything by panic! at the disco. there are dozens of possible options — my interests are mercurial and my memory is garbage. but i'll always be an emo little shit. black parade and vices and virtues were also the first two albums i ever listened to where i loved every single song on them, and i happened to listen to them for the first time at around the same point in my life (i got into mcr super late. like, 2012 late. rip).

silky; what’s your biggest dream?

it's cheesy but i guess i just want stability and, by extension, happiness. emotional stability, mental stability, financial stability, stable living situation, stable routines, stable relationships... you get the idea. i have ambitions and passions, of course, but my ultimate goal is happiness at this point in my life, and i'm pretty sure stabilizing all those things would go a pretty long way in achieving that goal.

a little apartment with walls i can paint because white walls make me angry. bookshelves and posters and fandom merch on every wall. a computer i can actually play games on again, and somewhere i can paint and draw and record my podcasts. someone who loves me, maybe. a cat, if i'm stable enough. space for people to come visit me, and a place for them to sleep if they need. a tiny balcony, if i really want to shoot for the stars. a job i don't hate. the spoons to hang out with my friends, and the money to not worry about buying little presents for the people i care about sometimes. i don't need much.

strawberry kiss; do you have a crush right now?

nope.

glitter; favorite fictional character?

another loaded question. like books, if you ask me again in five minutes i'll probably give you a different answer. but in this particular moment, caleb and jester from critical role (please don't make me choose between them). i won't go full shipping mode rn, but jester is so funny and silly and sweet, so much more complex than she seems, and she tries so hard to make everyone happy even when she's so sad inside. the healer who treats healing as an inconvenience in battle (she's so fucking valid and also mood), the glue that keeps the party together. and caleb learning to trust again, facing his trauma and coming out of his shell. he loves his friends so much he plays wizard as a support class and i love him so much.

i love the mighty nein in general, of course, and all the guests/honorary members they've had. pumat!! pls don't be evil reani!! keg!! shakäste and grand duchess anastasia!! cali!! kiri!!!! the brotps! empire siblings! chaos crew! nott the best detective agency! i still love molly and all his assholery to bits (fight me), and mourn his lost potential. i adore yasha, even when she's gone; fjord has grown so much; beau and nott and caduceus — i love all their flaws and disagreements and their character arcs and the excitement of watching them grow and learn. but if i had to choose, caleb, jester and molly have always been my top 3 since day 1 and, well, molly isn't really an option anymore.

but like i said, ask me again in a minute. i have a fucking list.

swan; share a quote or passage that means something to you.

a collection of things off the top of my head:

Elinor agreed to it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition. — Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen

a tired feminist Mood™️

"What I say is, a town isn't a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it's got a bookstore, it knows it's not foolin' a soul." — American Gods, Neil Gaiman

i got my love of books from my grandma — some of my favorites i got from her. sometimes, as a treat, she used to take my sister and i to bookstores and we'd stay there for ages, getting to pick one out, roaming the shelves, the mental torture of having to choose. the peace of being surrounded by thousands of potential worlds, so much information, so many stories just waiting to be told; being surrounded by strangers who share that same wonder. the anxious drive home so we could read them, being unable to wait that long so i inevitably start reading in the car and make myself sick. telling her in excited detail all my favorite parts. if we were lucky, maybe we got to split a bear claw, or she'd drive past starbucks and get us something there too (tall vanilla soy steamer with one pump of vanilla syrup, whipped cream on top that always melted too quickly and squirted out the hole in the lid, so hot it burned my tongue but so good i didn't care). i have never felt more at home than i do when i'm surrounded by books.

"There are a lot of different types of freedom. We talk about freedom the same way we talk about art, like it was a statement of quality rather than a description. “Art” doesn’t mean good or bad. Art just means art. It can be terrible and still be art. Freedom can be good or bad, too. There can be terrible freedom. You freed me, and I didn’t ask you to." — Alice Isn't Dead, season 1, chapter 2: Alice

as cringey as it is to admit it, this line made me cry a lot after my breakup.

"So you aren't American?" asked Shadow.

"Nobody's American," said Wednesday. "Not originally. That's my point." — American Gods, Neil Gaiman

[side-eyes white america real hard]

there's more, of course. there's always more. don't even get me started on song lyrics, we'll be here all day.

lace; what’s your favorite plant/flower?

lilacs and roses.

mermaid; do you prefer the forest or the ocean? why?

both, i guess. but in different ways, and in different circumstances.

the sea is wild. it is endless and deep and unknowable. it is beautiful and dangerous. i am terrified of the ocean, and yet my favorite place in the world is an empty beach on the oregon coast. i have picked sand from between my toes for days with hair crusted in salt, danced around bonfires and watched the stars while marshmallows burn, gotten pulled under the waves as a child and nearly swept out to sea. picked starfish and crabs from small pools in the rocks, and swum (accidentally) with wild sea lions. in a long skirt, too early in the year to be swimming, i once took off my shoes and waded fully clothed into the water to my waist and just... danced. splashed and kicked and laughed with a boy i barely knew until our throats were sore and our toes were numb, walking home hours later with our soaked clothes clinging to our legs, shoes squelching, dripping algae as we went. the ocean is freeing and overwhelming all at once. i love it and am petrified by it in equal measure.

the forest is beautiful in a different way. it is silent and dense and serene. you are surrounded by life and yet, somehow, completely alone. there is magic in the forest, and history, and even when all else dies, that will remain. the trees grow from the corpses of their ancestors, and some have lived dozens of our lifetimes — with luck, a few dozen more. it is quiet there, peaceful, even the tiniest wood in the middle of a city muffling the outside world through the trees. you can feel the ancient ways deep in your soul as you follow winding paths strewn with fallen leaves, the mystery and wonder and superstitions of your forefathers. you wonder what it would be like, to run your fingers over the moss, to take off your shoes and socks and just run, leaping and dancing over rocks and roots, hair wild and air filling your lungs in deep, pure gulps as you shed the responsibilities and struggles of modern life, for just a moment remembering what freedom tastes like. it is primal, this connection to nature, one we have nearly forgotten over time. and as the sky grows dark and the silence of night presses against you, shadows looming, every footfall deafening, perhaps you begin to understand why some believed in monsters.

honeymoon; do you keep a journal?

i used to. honestly, that's a good idea, i should start doing that again. lord knows i have enough empty journal-type books.

starlight; do you believe in love at first sight and soulmates? why/why not?

i want to. i want to believe there's someone out there for me, the love of my life, someone to whom i'll be the love of their life, and that when i meet them i'll just... know.

but when i met my ex, i didn't really look twice at him for a while — no love at first sight. and when we were together, when i loved him and he swore he loved me back, i thought he hung the stars in the sky and knew i would marry him someday. couldn't even consider the idea that that wouldn't happen. and then when he broke up with me, he ghosted me so suddenly and thoroughly that he even preemptively cut contact with every single one of our mutual friends he thought might side with me in the breakup, before anybody even knew we'd had a fight. so, not soulmates either.

i really want to believe that someday the perfect romance will just fall into place and i can have the happily ever after i've always dreamed of. but the reality is i might never even have another s.o. for the rest of my life. maybe i'll get hit by a car tomorrow, or my hypothetical soulmate moves to argentina to become an alpaca farmer on a mountain somewhere and we never even meet. maybe i'm so traumatized by the betrayal and lies that i'll never have the courage to even try again.

and even so, happily ever after doesn't have to include a fairytale romance, regardless of whether i want it or not. i still like to cling to that hope though, deep down.

princess; what do you value most in people?

i'm going to assume you mean "real people" as in people i have positive relationships with, and not random strangers on the street.

loyalty. kindness. support. humor. similar values. patience. being able to grow together and teach each other things, so we can make each other better. honesty. trust. compassion. confidence. emotional vulnerability. communication. intelligence, or at least a willingness to learn. strength.

[the-ghost-with-no-chill]

Oh Gosh... (Analogical Smut)

(This is to the one person who called me a precious bean.

Am I precious bean now? LMAO.)

(TW: School AU, Logan is a teacher and Virgil is a student, Student/Teacher relationship/f*cking, mentions of copiloting with a teacher) (I think that's it.)

It was a normal, calm morning. Ok, normal, yes. Calm, no. Why? Because a certain transferee, Virgil Dark, nearly had an anxiety attack, which caused him to almost get laughed at. Luckily, before that could happen, the teacher arrived in class. He looked like a very strick teacher. Neat dark brown hair, firm expression, all about him is neat.

"Good morning Students. I am Logan Croft, but you can call me Sir Logan. And I will be your Astrology teacher."

(Do you guys have separate classes when it comes to Science? Like, Biology class, Physics class, stuff like that? Cause in my school, we only have Science, like, all the branches of Science is combined in one subject. No offense if not.)

At that point, seeing how s t r i c k Sir Logan was made Virgil mentally panic. The teacher looked around for a moment.

"As you can see, your previous Teacher, Miss Jean, isn't here because she violated a school rule. So I will be taking her place for the rest of the year. Because I am new, I would you like you to stand from your desk and introduce yourself. Name, age and important bits only. Starting wiiiiith, you. In the back." He pointed to the Anxious student at the back. The said student froze for a moment till he stood up.

"Uhhh, Good morning sir. My name is Virgil Dark, a-and I'm 1-18." He said a bit softly, but loud enough for the teacher to hear. "Go on. What are your interests?" Sir Logan asked. "I-I like, uh, music, Panic! at the Disco is one of them, so is MCR, BMTH as well. And I do like, uhh, writing. It calms my a-anxiety down. Drawing is ok too, just, I don't draw a lot..." Virgil finished.

"Wow. Emo freak am I right?" A student laughed, which made the whole class laugh. But Logan didn't like any of THAT. The teacher grabbed his stick and smacked it on the teacher's desk. That caused everyone to stop and look at him.

"I'm sorry, but I do not like my students harassing another one of my students because of their choice of interests. That was fairly nice Virgil. You may sit down." He said. Virgil nodded, muttering a "Thank you" and sat down. As soon as the rest of the class finished introducing themselves (To Logan's disgust, everyone was way too similar.), Logan grabbed a Teacher's Guide Book from his bag, which was more Galaxy-looking and opened it.

"Today, we will be discussing about Meteors, Meteorites and Shooting Stars. Does anyone know anything about them? Anything?" He asked. Virgil raised his hand. "Yes, Virgil?" "Uhhhh, a meteor is a falling rock that's above the equator, while a meteorite is a falling rock that's below the equator."

(Correct me if I'm wrong. I forgot about this even though we had this, like, during first second or third period.)

"A bit lacking but Correct. Now, does anyone know what the tail of a meteor is made of? Yes Virgil?" "It's made out of Nitrogen and ice." "Correct "

Time ship bcuz I is DUUUUMP

Right after discussing the reasons why and how meteors fall, the bell has rang. Sir Logan placed down his book.

"Ok class, we will continue this tomorrow. You may move to your next class." He said. All the students left, well, almost all. Virgil was putting his stuff in his backpack when all of sudden a student took the headphones he was wearing. "HEY! GIVE ME BACK MY HEADPHONES!" Virgil said, trying to reach them. The student just laughed and threw them across the room, which caught Logan's attention, who was also fixing his things.

"Excuse me, Eric? I thought I strictly said not to harass anyone in this class. Would you like me to send you to Detention!?" He yelled. The student shook his head. "Good. Now get out of my classroom and head to the next." He said, making the student run out. Logan sighed over how stupid students can actually be. He saw the headphones that was lying on the ground and picked it up, inspecting it carefully. It seems to be spray-painted with a mix of Purple, Green and Black to make a strange beautiful mess and coated with some clear nail polish. And Logan must admit, they look well for being hand-made. Although, some minor scratches were imprinted into it, making the headphones look dirty.

"E-excuse me sir... those are mine..." Virgil said, motioning to the headphones. "Ah, I see. Here you go Virgil." Logan said, handing Virgil back his headphones. Virgil quickly plugged his phone in and wore it.

"I'm rather impressed at the work you did with it." "Ah. Thanks you sir." "Virgil? Are you ok? With this?" "Yeah... I got used to it... I'll be ok. I promise." "I see. If anything bad happens, let me know ok? I don't want you risking getting hurt." "Of course. Thank you sir."

Later that lunch, Virgil was eating outside the school underneath the school tree. It was quiet and peaceful, just how he liked it. He started thinking back during Science. The way Logan taught them, the way he acted. He was strict, but had a calm vibe to him. He was a perfect combination between fear and dreams. The idea of that made him slightly red due to the fact he just met him. Maybe they'll be close? Who knows.

Some time passed and soon, Virgil and Logan had became pretty close and apparently, like a cliche love story, romance insuese. Well, for Virgil at least. I mean, come on. The teacher's hot as f*ck who would NOT fall for him? And that is where Virgil had a bit of an oppsie.

Virgil was currently in his Science class, (Which is now his last class because a bullying incident came up.) reading whatever oneshot fanfic he had in his Wattpad Library when he flipped to the next chapter. It was a Teacher x Student chapter.

And not just an ordinary one. It was a smut Chapter and It involved some of his kinks too. And reading it made him a bit uncomfortable. Not because of the Student and Teacher thing, but because HE WAS IMAGINING IT TO BE HIMSELF AND LOGAN. And oh gosh it turned him on a lot. The way the author wrote how the student and the teacher slowly made out and f*cked each other out inside the classroom,where anyone can barge in but no. It was silent. It was... almost perfect. And good thing he was done because Sir Logan had entered the classroom already. Sighing and cursing himself up over his hard-on, he kept his phone and listened to the class.

An hour later, the bell rang, signaling that it was time to go home. Everyone but Virgil left very quickly. Virgil stayed behind to keep Logan company and help him with checking the student's papers.

"I swear. Even with me transferring classes...it's all so noisy." Virgil muttered, making Logan chuckle. "I must agree Virgil. They're all the same after all. And, of all the students I've met, your company has been a pleasure." "Thank you Sir Logan... I'm happy to accompany you as well..."

Logan couldn't help but smile faintly at Virgil. He really meant when he said that he enjoyed Virgil's company.

[verminviscount]

Remember that story I wrote with eli i never posted?

Here it is. By the way, it’ll be a long one. you may notice im a master of double texting. everything in parentheses is our commentary. 

Me: *will add emojis later*

Me: here he is

Me: this is Gerald

Eli: Gerald is beautiful

Me: he likes to break gender roles

Eli: I see

Me: Gerald says thank you

Me: for calling him beautiful

Me: Gerald is opening a Q&A

Eli: what’s his fav color

Me: gerald likes green

Me: mint green

Eli: Ooo nice

Eli: What’s his sexuality

Me: Gerald is poly

Eli: cool

Eli: is he single

Me: yes

Eli: so I take it he’s looking for someone

Me: yes

Eli: *will add emojis later* 

Eli: This is Rebecca

Eli: She thinks that Gerald is cute

Me: Gerald thinks that Rebecca is sweet

Eli: She usually doesn’t do this but she is wondering if Gerald would like to grab coffee

Me: Gerald doesn’t drink coffee, but Gerald will get a hot cocoa with Rebecca

Me: whats Rebeccas favorite band?

Eli: Neither does Rebecca but she thought that’s what people say. She is flattered

Eli: She is v much still in love with mcr

Me: Gerald thinks that even if this doesnt work out, this will be a wonderful frenship

Eli: Rebecca is looking forward to this

Me: Gerald is outside Rebeccas house. 

Me: Gerald is ready to go to Starbucks with Rebecca

Eli: Rebecca is heading downstairs right now

Eli: She is v excited

Me: Gerald thinks Rebecca looks wonderful

Me: they go to Starbucks

Eli: Rebecca forgot to tell Gerald how good he looks

Eli: She offers to pay for the hot cocoa

Me: Gerald politely turns her down

Me: there is a woman glaring at Gerald

Eli: Rebecca starts to feel self conscious so she tries to start a conversation

Eli: She accidentally spills her drink

Me: the woman walks over and starts harassing Gerald over his fashion choices

Eli: Despite feeling embarrassed about the spill she stands up for Gerald 

Me: the womans husband comes over and apologizes for his wifes behavior, paying for Gerald and Rebeccas drinks

Eli: Rebecca asks Gerald is he’s okay

Eli: She reassures him that he looks great

Me: *will add emojis later* 

Me: Gerald is shaken, but he says he will be okay

Eli: *will add emojis later* 

Eli: Rebecca feels bad but tells him that he looks way better in a dress than that bitch

Me: Gerald hugs Rebecca and thanks her for standing up for him

Eli: Rebecca hugs him back and tells him that she would do it anytime

Eli: Rebecca will fight a bish

Me: Gerald gets his second hot cocoa and notices the barista has written his number on the cup

Eli: Rebecca tells Gerald that she would be okay with him calling the barista although she would be disappointed

Eli: She says she would be his wingman but she points to the huge stain on her shirt

Me: (Why is rebecca actually the best?) 

Eli: (only the best for Gerald) 

Me: Gerald texts the barista, but tells Rebecca maybe they could make it a polyam relationship if she and the barista are okay with it 

Me: (OT3 OT3 OT3) 

Eli: Rebecca has never done anything like that so she has to give it some thought

Me: Gerald respects that and takes the time to ask the barista

Eli: Rebecca thinks Gerald should know that she once dated the barista

Me: Gerald is a little surprised, and wants to know more

Eli: The barista is a great guy and they actually broke up because he needed to figure himself out

Eli: They have no bad blood

Me: Gerald is happy to hear that

Eli: Rebecca has decided that she is willing to give the polyam relationship a try

Me: the barista said the same thing

Eli: Rebecca is happy to hear that

Me: Gerald asks if Rebecca knows Carl and Nico 

[AUTHORS NOTE: that was the first story like this we wrote, I’ll post it if you’re interested, but you don’t have to know it for this to make sense] 

Eli: (oh no) 

Eli: Rebecca says that she is cousins with Nico although they aren’t exactly on good terms

Eli: That’s why she wasn’t at the wedding

Me: Carl and Gerald are twin brothers

Eli: Rebecca is surprised. She had a twin brother but he died sadly

Me: Gerald asks his name

Eli: Ace

Me: How old was Ace when he passed, and where did you guys live? 

Eli: Rebecca says they were 17 and they lived in North Carolina

Me: GERALD AND ACE WERE BEST FRIENDS

Eli: Rebecca is taken aback. She and Ace were v close and she had never heard about Gerald

Me: Gerald didn’t want anyone to know about him

Me: except Ace. Ace was special to Gerald 

Eli: Now that she thinks about it Ace did mention someone he cared deeply about but never gave a name

Me: Ace and Gerald had been dating for a few years before Ace died

Eli: Rebecca begins to cry. She remembers that Ace had been planning to come out on his 18th birthday. 

Me: Gerald feels awful that he made Rebecca cry

Me: (shit this got really depressing) 

Eli: Rebecca tells Gerald that it’s not his fault

Eli: (shit it did) 

Me: the barista comes over to comfort them (wtf is his name?)

Eli: (Chad???)

Me: (ew no he needs a cool name) 

Eli: (Rodney???)

Eli: (???)

Me: (hmm Michael) 

Eli: (okay) 

Eli: Rebecca appreciates Michael coming over but she decides she can’t be in a relationship with Gerald

Eli: Gerald meant too much to Ace for her to do that

Me: Gerald is heart broken, but understands

Me: (fUCC im like, about to cry) 

Eli: (im sorry sammy) 

Eli: Rebecca wishes Gerald luck in life and still wants him to date Michael

Me: Michael is crying and hugs Rebecca, wishing her the best

Me: Gerald kisses Rebeccas cheek and says he hopes she finds someone good enough for her

Eli: Rebecca tries not to cry as she says goodbye

Eli: she decides maybe its her turn to find herself and she decides to move away

Me: (AAAA MY HEART) 

Eli: (god this is so sad) 

Eli: (what have we done) 

Me: Michael asks Gerald out on a date. Gerald says yes, but he wants to help Rebecca move first

Me: Gerald wants to stay friends with Rebecca

Eli: Rebecca appreciates Gerald’s help. She invites him to have hot cocoa one more time before she leaves

Me: Gerald accepts

Me: (i am legit tearing up rn wtf) 

Eli: (this is happier although part of me wants to make it sad) 

Eli: (OK maybe not) 

Me: (screw it, let’s make it sad)

Eli: Rebecca is glad to spend this time with Gerald. She decides to break the news to him that she’s dying 

Eli: (ahhh what did i do) 

Me: (AHHH WHAT DID YOU DO) 

Eli: (IDK) 

Me: Gerald is devastated and asks if he can help

Eli: Rebecca says that she appreciates the offer but she doesn’t want him to be around when it happens. That’s the real reason why she’s moving. 

Me: Gerald asks what shes dying of

Eli: She has cancer

Me: (this is some john green book type shit right here) 

Eli: (oof) 

Me: (maybe hot cocoa can be our always) 

Eli: (my heart) 

Eli: (XD) [A/N yeah... both Eli and I are stuck in 2005.] 

Me: (same) 

Eli: Rebecca wishes she could stay have hot cocoa with Gerald all day but it’s time for her to leave

Me: Michael holds Gerald as he cries (bitch me too) Gerald says he will miss Rebecca and he hopes that if she dies from the cancer she will meet Ace again

Eli: Rebecca hugs the two of them and says she will tell Ace that Gerald is doing well (im not tho) 

Me: (we should end this story before i start full on sobbing) 

Eli: (im not crying you’re crying) 

Me: (were both crying, lets be honest here) 

Eli: (Rebecca leaves and everyoneliveshappilyeveraftertheehd???) 

Me: (that works) 

Me: *three years later* 

Eli: (why would you do that) 

Eli: (my heart can’t take anymore) 

Me: Rebecca beat the cancer, Gerald and Michael are engaged and Rebecca is Geralds best woman

Me: (dude dont worry happy ending) 

Me: THANK FUCC THATS OVER

Eli: oh yay

[robinrunsfiction]

hi! first of all, i wanted to say i love ur writing and think its really well done!! if its not too much of an inconvenience, could you do a frank imagine where the reader is also guitarist in mcr and frank accidentally hits her in the head with his guitar during a live show (bc he’s frank) and its sort of a pretty bad injury so she goes to the hospital and frank feels really bad so its really fluffy and they get together in the end? thank u :)

Frank Iero On the Stage, Who Will He Injure

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anon Word Count: ~1,000 Author’s Note: TW for mentions of blood/injury. Also how perfect is this gif? 😂 Yes I am naming this story because of the gif

The show was possibly one of the best the band had ever put on. The crowd was insanely fired up, you and the guys were all playing with an intensity that was building as the show went on. From your side of the stage next to Ray, you were thrashing around as you played your guitar, getting down on the floor, jumping off amps, really tearing it up. On the other side of the stage, Frank was doing the same, as if he was in competition with you. You and Frank always seemed to feed off each other's energy as you played. 

As you finished the last notes of You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison, your mind was already on the last song of the night: Helena. You turned toward the back of the stage to get some water when you heard Mikey shout, “(YN)! Look out!”

You didn’t have a chance to react before something hit your head, overwhelming you with pain and everything went black.

~

You groaned as you opened your eyes. The harsh fluorescent lights above you were obnoxiously bright as the pain set back in. A nurse came to attend to you when she noticed you were awake.

“How are you feeling Ms. (YLN)?”

“Sore. What the hell happened?”

“I’ll have the doctor come in and explain it. Your bandmates are waiting to come in if you’re feeling up to it?”

“Yea, sure,” you said, shifting up a little bit.

She nodded and exited the room. A few minutes later, familiar figures filled the doorway.

“Hey (YN),” Gerard said with an air of relief as they came to your bedside.

“Hey guys. Umm, can someone tell me what happened?”

Without saying anything, the guys all turned to look back at Frank, who looked like he was hiding in the oversized hoodie he was wearing.

“I’m so so fucking sorry,” Frank said as he stepped forward. “This is all my fault and I’m so sorry.”

“But what happened?” You repeated.

“Frank was showing off and launched his guitar in the air and you were in the landing zone,” Mikey answered when it was apparent Frank wasn’t able.

“Dude,” you murmured.

“I’m sorry,” he said again and that’s when you noticed it. He had injured every other member of the band before, either accidentally or intentionally, but he never seemed this upset.

Before you could say anything more, the doctor came in. “Alright Ms. (YLN), we have the results of your CT scan, and it looks like your injuries haven’t caused any internal damage or fractures. We just gotta get you stitched up and you’ll be off to your next city. Although I recommend you take it easy the next few days to make sure you’re recovering well.”

“Ok,” you agreed. The doctor unwrapped the bandage from around your head, which was met with varying levels of awe from the guys.

“Look at that,” Ray murmured.

“Didn’t need the fake blood tonight,” Mikey chuckled as the nurse brought in the sterile equipment to stitch up your forehead.

“And I’m out,” Gerard said, somehow turning more pale at the sight of the needle as he ran his hand through his long black hair anxiously. 

“Yes, if you could step out while we take care of her, that would be for the best. We’ll let you know when we’re done,” the doctor said kindly. The guys all nodded before filing out. Everyone except Frank, who finally stepped forward and took your hand.

“It’s my fault, I’m gonna stay,” he said defiantly.

The doctor looked at you. “It’s fine,” you shrugged. With that, the doctor set to work. It didn’t take long before you were done and the nurse was instructing you to wait for some paperwork and before you would be discharged. 

“I don’t know how to make you know how sorry I am,” Frank said again when you were alone. He was still standing at the side of your bed with your hand in his.

“It’s ok Frank, accidents happen.”

“But I don’t ever wanna hurt you-”

“Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean you gotta be gentle with me,” you interrupted.

“It's not that,” he said looking down.

“Well what is it then?”

“I was showing off for you... Because I really like you.”

“I’m sorry, I think my ears are fucked up,” you said, not believing what he said. “You like me? Like… like me like me?”

Frank was blushing deep red and pulling his lip ring between his teeth nervously. “Yea,” he finally mumbled.

“Hey, come here,” you said tugging on his hand. He slumped down on the edge of the bed next to you, still pouting. “Every single night I’m sweating my brains out in that bulletproof vest Gee makes us all wear, I’m putting every ounce of energy into putting on the best show I can. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t doing it to get you to notice me.”

"Who could ignore the hottest girl in the room with the best guitar skills in the band?" He smiled.

"A lot of people, but it doesn't really matter if you're at least noticing me."

Frank nodded and reached up, fingers grazing by the wound on your forehead. "I'm really sorry. I hope you don't get a scar."

"It'll make a good story one day. And I have an idea how you can make it up to me."

"What's that?"

"Take me out sometime?"

Frank's eyes went wide before he started nodding emphatically. "Yea, I'd love to."

You smiled back as his fingers trailed down to your cheek then to your jaw, tilting you chin up to meet his lips halfway.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure that what he had just done was ok, but as you kissed him back, he leaned into the kiss further.

"Shit, I think (YN) has brain damage," Ray muttered from the doorway, as the Way brothers joined him, coffees in hand.

"Why's that?" Gerard asked nervously before he saw you and Frank making out on the hospital bed.

"I just hope this means he'll stop throwing stuff," Mikey muttered.

[lehcarrose]

Keith Kogane from Voltron Legendary Defenders? I have a song in mind, but I want to see what kind of song you would pick, because you seem really good at it!

oh gosh thank you!! i’m just a simple songwriter/author who’s passionate about lyrics/characters ahaha

i feel so much pressure to get this one right because keith is my current absolute favourite, he is my grumpy son and i love him. like honestly when i first posted this tag thing i was like ‘gosh i hope someone asks me about keith’ but i didn’t have anything planned OOPS

i can’t see any reason not to go with Face Everything And Rise by Papa Roach

I will face everything and riseNever gonna quit until I dieAngels keep falling from the skyI’ll take the broken wings and learn to flyI will face everything and rise

kiddo refuses to give up on anything, for better or worse! like his solution to everything is ‘whatever, keep trying’. he runs headfirst into danger without considering the potential consequences to himself. 

like

shiro (possibly his only friend in the world, i’d love more detail on this and i can’t wait for more backstory) goes missing with his crew, officially presumed dead, situation as described by powerful government agency very suspicious? ok, keep looking for him, keep trying to piece it together

kicked out of the garrison? nbd, survive in the desert alone, steal(?) a hovercraft, live right under the nose of authorities

shiro’s back but he’s surrounded by guards? lmao what guards am i right, just zoom right in it’ll be fine

five people on a hovercraft not meant to hold more than like two? dw about it, we’ve got inertia and a cliff, we’re good, stop screaming

and that’s before he even gets near his lion and starts ejecting himself into space at seemingly every gd opportunity

Throw me in the fireBut I’ll never be the sameI come alive when I’m burning in the flamesI’m under fireFinally wide awake

he’s ridiculously good under pressure. you can throw whatever you want at him and he’ll come back swinging. i think that’s probably an ability forged in fire because like… he’s obviously not lived an easy life, whatever his background actually is.

but yeah keith’s the kind of person who’ll run through a wall of fire just because that’s what’ll get the job done, and that’s what matters to him. personal cost/suffering doesn’t come into it, nor does what others think of him/glory or whatever. just getting what needs to be done done (i’m specifically thinking of best laid plans as an example here)

another song i think fits for him is Heritage by Inventions

Everyone wants to belong To know where we come from What makes us unique What makes us complete

i meAN,,,,

War is not a game to be set aside The truth of innocence is shattered inside

I MEAN

The fire in my soul And shadows in my heart My weapons and shield Draw them tight around me

I MEAN

and also Halloween, also by Inventions

So come on and hit me with your best shot I’m not afraid to fight So come on and fight me, I’m gonna put you on the ground Are you afraid to die? They could smell the blood within me, my beating heart And they knew without a doubt, they could take me out without a sound But something has changed within me, something I can’t explain I can feel the earth, it moves before me, before my name

i really wanted to find something by my chem as well because it makes me so endlessly happy that the fandom has collectively decided he’d be an mcr fan but three songs is probably enough for now?

i could definitely be convinced to find more tho ayy lmao

what song do you have in mind? :O i’d love to know, i live for this stuff

send me a song and i’ll send you a character, or send me a character and i’ll send you a song!

[apple-dandy]

Uh ok sure

Nickname: don't actually have one lol. It's just Tosh.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus☀️, Aquarius 🌑

Height: 5'5", i.e. the perfect height

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff with a side of Slytherin. Getting more Hufflepuff with age but I can't find shit. F

Last thing I googled: Hungry Howie's... We ain't got time to cook with all the wedding shit and family crap...

Favorite Musicians: oh boy... First off my old Boss Man Munin has this metal band Kairos Augur and they need love and attention so shameless plug.

Studio Killers, Halsey, Disturbed, Yungblud, Lizzo, Hozier, Queen, Fall Out Boy / P!atD / MCR, Stone Sour, 3DG, Adam Lambert, Hollywood Undead, Five Finger Death Punch, The Pretty Reckless, Tech N9ne, Dido... etc. 🤘 I'm a crazy person I'm sorry.

Song Stuck in my Head: well now I've gone and listed all those bands it's a hodgepodge in there but All Men Are Pigs is winning.

Following: like 300 people, about equal to my follower count.

Do I Get Asks: When something goes big I get a lot of angry people saying rude crap, and I have one lovely mutual who keeps on me about reblogging from unsavory individuals (ty friend, I am doing better I think). I read everything and only respond as needed.

Amount of Sleep: idk too much probs

Lucky Numbers: 24, the perfect number. It feels like a soft, jewel tone turquoise pillow.

Wearing: my pajamas and medical sleepwear

Dream Job: adoptive parent / queer safehouse or famous author

Dream Trip: a foodie journey through Japan 🥢🍵🥟🍡🍥🍣

Instruments: Trombone, tuba, piano, ocarina, and a little bass guitar.

Languages: English, Latin, Ancient Greek, getting pretty decent at Spanish, beginner's Japanese, Irish, and ASL

Favorite Songs

Random Fact: At the age of 19, I was engaged to a 34 year old veteran who mistakenly thought I was transitioning to being a man. This was a vast improvement over previous relationships.

Aesthetic: If a Pumpkin Spice Latte Witch Bitch merged with a 90s boy who had an odd obsession with hip hop and got a job working for the Addam's family. Yes I do in fact own a backless purple and black ballgown hanging right next to a Mountain Dew graphic tee and yoga pants, what?

Favorite Book(s): Trickster's Choice and Trickster's Queen by Tamora Pierce

What You Would Save in a Fire: obvs my babies, Panic! (cat) and Radar (guinea pig), but also my hand-developed photography I made in college. It's one of a kind! I maked it! And it was goddamn expensive!

I was tagged by @my-silly-blog 😊

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to know better. (Aight, the post I was tagged in didn't have twenty-one questions, so I'm just gonna make up some questions of my own to go with them.)

Nickname: Vic is my nickname; my full name is Victor.

Zodiac Sign: Virgo 🌞 Sagittarius 🌕 Capricorn Lilith

Height: uh like 5'7 if I stand up straight. Closer to 5'6 the rest of the time.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin (or Slytherpuff if you allow hybrids)

Last Thing I Googled: Apollo 10 Cernan babe

Favorite Musicians: uhhh rn probably Grandson, Green Day (although I am *not* excited for the upcoming album), and The Wailin' Jenny's (holy fuck their harmonies)

Song Stuck In My Head: "Jambalaya" (specifically the Mudbugs recording of it) and "Summertime" by Elle Fitzgerald

Following: Jesus. I'm following 835 blogs???

Do I Get Asks: Not usually tbh. I send a shitton of anons though.

Amount Of Sleep: Now that I'm working, around eight hours a night.

Lucky Numbers: 7, 72, and 28

Wearing: Dark blue jeans, a grey hoodie with bright blue stripes.

Dream Job: Owning my own event planning business, cafe, or movie theatre.

Dream Trip: I'd love to go to Udaipur during Holi.

Instruments: Tenor and Alto sax, and I'm trying to teach myself some more uke

Languages: English and some Spanish. I need to learn more though. My uncles tend to talk way too fast and way too informally for my current skill level.

Favorite Songs: Off the top of my head, prolly "After the Storm" by Mumford & Sons, "El Mismo Sol" by Alvaro Soler, "Parting Glass" by The Wailin' Jenny's and the version of "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" in Across the Universe, but honestly I love a ton.

Random Fact: When I'm stressed out, I research shit until I need to take a nap.

Aesthetic: My aesthetic is more or less that of a four hundred year old vampire who stopped caring about gender roles centuries ago and is now just trying very hard not to become jaded about life.

Favorite Book: the Legend of the Indian Paintbrush. I got a copy from the Imagination Library when I was a little kid, and I still have it. Honestly it's the most comforting piece of my childhood that I have.

What You Would Save In A Fire: I have one of those boxes that looks like a book where I keep any letters and post cards people send me (save for some post cards I have on display) and it has a diary I kept a lifetime ago.

Tagging: @mypellie ❤️, @officalblogofsomedumbass, @lala-the-rebel, @tapilike, @m3lly, @likelarrylindsay, @beebumblingalong,@kialessa, @ispinprideflags eh I'm just gonna call that good with the tagging. If you wanna do it and I didn't tag you though, you should still do it! I'm just bad at remembering blog names!

[robinrunsfiction]

The Lonely Road

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader

Rating: Teen (for online harassment)

Requested By: None

Word Count: 2,400

Author’s Note: Inspired by the song Outnumbered by Dermot Kennedy, so feel free to give it a listen as you read. Originally this was gonna be a Valentine’s story, but now Valentine’s is over, and so I just took out the brief mentions of it. Also it’s a Gerard story so of course it’s longer than intended so taking parts out probably is for the better 😅 Shout out to my number one @mariawritesfanfic for helping me wrap this story up

You scrolled through your twitter feed, as hours on the tour bus left you with few other options to pass the time. Your new album had just come out and you wanted to see how people were reacting to it. 

OMG @(YFN)(YLN)’s album is awesome! Everyone check it out now!

The only reason she’s famous is bc of @gerardway

The album is ok if you consider she fucked her way into stardom

I stg if mcr ever breaks up it’s gonna be (YN)'s fault

(YN) should just break up with gee so he can be with frank liek everyone knows he wants to be

You felt sick to your stomach as you read through the messages. Sure there were tweets from fans saying how much they enjoyed the album, and they love Gerard and you together, but those weren’t the ones that stuck out in your mind. It was the negative messages that caught your attention and soured your mood.

As if he was reading your thoughts, a text from Gerard appeared on your screen. “Hey sugar, congrats on the album. It’s amazing and so are you xoxo love you”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes at the love and kindness of his message. “Thanks love," you replied before tossing your phone aside. You pulled shut the curtain on your bunk and let the tears fall silently. 

~

You had met Gerard at an award show. You had always been a fan of his and My Chem, but you were beyond nervous to say anything to him when you saw him across the room. When he approached you and said he actually had been listening to your music and was a fan, you thought you might transcend onto another plane of existence right then and there. You found him to be surprisingly easy to talk to and exchanged phone numbers so you could hang out sometime.

Hanging out sometime turned into hanging out often. Then one night under the stars in his backyard, your casual hanging out turned into sharing your thoughts, hopes, and fears you'd never voiced to anyone. The next day you were worried you'd never see or hear from him again, having revealed too much of your emotional baggage too soon, but that afternoon he called and asked you out on a real date. The date was perfect for two people like you and Gerard, complete with a tender, careful kiss that took your breath away. In an instant, you were falling hard.

After that it really became you and Gerard. When all of your friends found out, they were so happy for both of you, as they could see how happy you made each other. Then one day the rest of the world figured it out as well. Gerard had come to one of your recording sessions and had snapped a picture of you laughing in the recording booth and posted it online with the caption "the most beautiful person making the most beautiful sounds ❤" The fans put it together and a barrage of messages flooded your social media feed. Some people thought it was cute, many were awful, but you let it all roll off your back as you were too in love to care what anyone thought.

Months passed, and now that album was out. You had hoped Gerard would be able to join you on the road, but My Chem was in the studio themselves so he wasn't able to be there. You understood, but being away from him for the first time, while dealing with the stress of releasing an album, your first tour, and his angry fans, it was almost getting to be too much.

You had finally fallen asleep only to be awakened what felt like moments later by your manager Christine's voice.

"Rise and shine rock star, time to charm the lovely people of," she paused and you could hear her flipping through papers, "Fort Wayne, Indiana."

You sighed. You had wanted this for so long, it had been your dream for years. But now you were questioning everything.

~

"We're joined in studio by (YFN) (YLN), her new album just came out last week and we are loving it here on 106.7 FM," the overly cheerful radio host announced. “You have a lot of fans here in Madison!”

"Thank you," you replied with a tired smile. You hoped your lack of energy wasn't evident by your voice.

"Tell us, how much of an influence was your boyfriend? And for anyone who hasn't heard, (YN) is dating that oh so sexy MCR frontman, Gerard Way."

You had gotten this question at almost every interview, as if you were incapable of creating your own music. "He was there for some of the recording sessions, but a lot of the album was written before we met, so not a huge influence musically."

"What's it like to date someone so famous?"

"I mean, it's not like a topic of conversation for us," you replied sharply. You glanced up and saw the look Christine was giving you. "I mean, we talk about music and our projects and give each other feedback, but that's pretty much it. We're pretty normal weirdos."

After the interview was over and you played a few songs live, and then reboarded the bus.

"What the fuck was that?" Christine asked as the bus rolled down the road.

"What the fuck is with these interviews? It's never about me and my music. It's about Gee or the people on the internet and all the bullshit! That's not why I'm out here! I want to talk about my songs!"

Christine nodded. "Ok, I'm sorry girl. You're right. I'll make sure the next one we keep it focused on the music. We can't have you blowing up on another host."

"I didn't blow up! I snapped at worst," you retorted, rolling your eyes.

"Either way, we're on our way to Iowa now."

"Can't wait," you muttered and crawled into your bunk.

~

The dark cloud that had settled over you was not going away or getting better. While Christine was doing a better job of reminding the interviewers beforehand to lay off the relationship questions, they still came up, sometimes after the actual interview was over, sometimes they just disregarded your wishes all together to get juicy gossip. You did your best not to appear annoyed, but the longer you were away from Gerard, the harder it got.

She's an ugly, untalented leech! She doesn't love gee or else she would have put a song about him on the album!

He doesnt seem happy like he used to before her

The album jsut sucks. I mean i didnt listen to it, i just assume it does

She should just die

You couldn't take it any longer. The constant, incessant stream of hate coming at you was too much. You dialed Gerard and went into the back of the bus, shutting the door behind you.

"Hey (YN), how is everything goin?"

"I can't do it anymore Gee," you said, trying to keep your voice steady 

"Do what?" He asked, immediately concerned.

"Tour, be a musician, be someone in the public eye, I can't take it!" You sobbed, unable to control your emotions any longer. "I feel like I have no privacy anymore! Everything I do is wrong, everything I don't do is wrong! I just wanna give up! I don't wanna do this anymore!"

"Hey, hey, sugar, it's ok. Did someone say something to you today?"

"It's been every fucking day," you cried. "I wanna come home, I don't wanna do this anymore. I don't want anyone to know who I am anymore."

"Take a deep breath," Gerard said, trying to keep you calm. "Where are you?"

"On the bus."

"Where are you going, or where were you?"

"I don't even know anymore. All I see is fucking corn everywhere."

"Ok, umm, where is Christine?"

"In her bunk," you sniffled.

"Can I talk to her?"

You got up and made your way to the bunks and knocked on the frame surrounding Christine's.

"Yea?" She asked, opening the curtain. "Woah, girl, what's wrong?"

"Gee wants to talk to you," you said holding out your phone.

"Hello? What's going on?" Christine asked Gerard. She listened and nodded and mm hmm'ed along. "She seemed stressed, but not that bad," she said as she watched you sink wearily to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest. "No, I hadn’t heard that… Yea, we're setting out from Omaha now, on our way to Denver," she paused. "Ok... Yea... Sounds good. Yea, we'll get our girl through this."

You looked up at her from your spot on the floor and she smiled down sympathetically and handed the phone back to you.

"Gee?" You said softly, the anger and fear and frustration having quieted.

"Hey sugar, we've got a plan for you, you're gonna be ok. But where are you hearing from the people that are criticizing you?"

"Twitter," you mumbled and you heard Christine mutter "I knew it."

"Delete it, you don't need that in your life. You're too talented and beautiful and wonderful to let anyone make you feel anything less," he said gently. "I love you, (YN) ."

"Love you too," you replied, a smile finally cracking through.

"Get some rest, we'll talk soon."

~

You had immediately crawled into your bunk and fallen into a deep sleep. The weight of your thoughts no longer weighing you down now that you had shared them with Gerard. When you finally woke up, you were rolling into Denver. You made your way to the front of the bus to find Christine on her phone.

"What's on the schedule today?" You yawned.

"Nothing."

"What?"

"You need a day off. We've been pushing you way too hard, and I just wish I would have realized it sooner. So we moved your interview to tomorrow afternoon and we're staying here overnight."

"Really?" You asked, stunned.

"Yep, we're going to the hotel right now."

It was incredibly refreshing to be in a hotel with a real bed and shower, and everyone was actually thankful for your meltdown that got them this break. 

You took an extra long, hot shower to allow your muscles to relax, and then crawled into bed to call Gerard and give him an update. As his phone rang you heard a knock on your door. Keeping your ear to your phone in case he picked up you answered the door. 

"Gerard!" You squealed as you launched yourself at him and he wrapped you in his arms.

"I missed you so much (YN)," he murmured against your neck. "I couldn't stand to hear the pain in your voice and not be there to make it better.”

"But you hate flying! And your studio time!" You exclaimed as you pulled him into your room and he dropped his bag on the floor.

“We were spinning our wheels and needed a break from recording,” he smiled reassuringly before he leaned in and kissed you with all the longing that had built up over the weeks apart. You ran your hands through his black hair and felt the tears slip down your cheeks. “And I’d fly to the moon if it meant I could spend a minute with you. I just wish I could have been here for you from the beginning, I wish I realized that you were struggling.”

“I didn’t want you to worry about me. I thought I could handle it, but everything kept chipping away at me until I broke down completely.”

“I wanna worry about you, (YN). You’re my girl and I love you, and I wanna be there for you no matter what,” he said softly, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

“Thank you,” you replied. “It’s just hard when it’s coming at you from every direction.”

“I know,” he said, pulling you back to him in a tight hug. “But for today it’s just you and me. No one else matters.”

You smiled up at him before pulling him into another sweet kiss.

~

The next morning you woke up with Gerard’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close. It almost felt too good to be true. As he slowly started to wake up, he gave you his lopsided smile and you couldn’t help but grin in return.

“I needed this so much,” you said as you buried your face against his neck.

“I did too,” he said squeezing you tight, his voice still raspy with sleep.

“Thank you for being here. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he said leaning down to give you a quick kiss. “Wait, I didn’t give you your presents yet.”

“What presents?” You asked sitting up, as he reached over the side of the bed to grab his bag. "I don’t have anything for you!"

"It's nothing, just a couple things I made for you," he said pulling out a large flat envelope and handing it to you.

You carefully pulled out the drawing that was inside. "Oh it's beautiful!”

"It's us the night we watched the stars and talked for hours. That was the night I realized I was falling in love with you. I was so scared you wouldn't even like me like that," he laughed softly.

"It's perfect," you replied. "What's this? ‘Gee+(YN)=gross, a big sappy love mix’" you laughed at scribbled handwriting on the cover of the cd case. Around the words was a big heart and lots of little hearts.

"It’s a mix of songs that remind me of you, and me and you, but Frank decorated the cover. He doesn't really think we're gross, he's just-"

"Frank," you laugh.

"Exactly," Gerard replied. "I was just hoping this would help you get through the last days of your tour."

"It will," you smiled and threw your arms around him. “I think just having you here for a day was enough to get me through. And I know now that I shouldn’t just bottle up what I’m feeling.”

Gerard nodded. “We’re a team, you and me. Let me help you when you’re down and keep you safe from all the bastards and shit talkers.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you smiled as you leaned in and kissed him. “But only if you promise to let me help you do the same.”

“I promise.”

[robinrunsfiction]

Ok I’ve had this idea in my head for weeks and I trust you to write it. Person A: I’m in love with (person B)?! Why didn’t you tell me? Revenge Frank x reader during warped tour. Where the reader does merch for either my chem or another band and she’s kinda girlier (soft emo? Idk) and frank keeps finding excuses to talk to her and the band keeps teasing him about it. Just lots of awkward but cute fluffiness. Sorry it’s so long I’ve had this idea for weeks and can’t get it out of my head.

Summer of Like, Summer of Love 

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female ReaderRating: GeneralRequested By: @scrolling-my-life-awayWord Count: ~2,400Author’s Note:I love this request because I’m biased toward the early to mid-2000s as this is when I discovered FOB, MCR, all of them really! Also this request gave me an excuse to look at pre-hiatus FOB pics, revenge era MCR, and my own facebook photos for inspo! Also a little background Petekey for fun!

On the 2005 Warped Tour, the heat of the summer sun bakedeveryone alive during the day, and the parties revived everyone at night andtonight was no exception. You were only about a week into your first majortour, running the merch booth for the hottest new band, Fall Out Boy. You weresipping on a cup of stale beer as you looked around at all the band members,roadies and groupies who were partying after the last sets of the nightfinished.

You tried to pick out anyone you recognized when suddenlyyou thought you spotted a face that looked familiar. There were tons of bandsyou loved on the tour, but more than any other band, you really wanted to meetthe guys from My Chemical Romance, and you thought you saw them across the way.You could have sworn for a second Frank was even looking your way.

“Hey, (YN), wanna go grab some food?” Your cousin Patrickasked, seeming to appear out of thin air.

“Jesus, Trick, you really have to scare me like that?” Youjumped.

“Sorry, you wanna go grab something to eat or not?”

“Yea, I suppose,” you said setting your mostly empty cup ona table before following Patrick toward the van waiting to take the band out toget dinner.

From across the parking lot, Frank watched you walk away.

“Hey Mikes, what’s that one band you can’t shut up about?”

Mikey thought for a second. “You mean Fall Out Boy?”

“Yea, we should check them out tomorrow.”

~

The next day Frank, Mikey and Gerard were standing just offstage as Fall Out Boy performed.

“Who are you looking for?” Gerard asked as he watched Franklooking around at everyone but the band on stage.

“No one,” Frank replied snapping back to attention. “I’ll beright back,” he replied wandering off.

“Wasn’t this his idea?” Gerard asked his brother whoseattention was glued to the band, specifically the bassist on stage. “Never mind,”he muttered to himself.

Frank’s suspicion was correct. The girl he had spotted thenight before was singlehandedly working the Fall Out Boy merch booth, but atthe moment she wasn’t busy since all the fans were watching the band play.

“Hi, what can I- oh my God, you’re Frank Iero. Sorry, I justlove your music,” you gushed, blushing crimson.

Frank laughed and looked down to keep from blushing himself.He was used to girls fawning over him, throwing themselves at him, but this wasdifferent. He was certain you were the cutest thing he had ever seen.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Umm, what’s your name?”

“(YN),” you replied. “Sorry, again, you just startled me.”

He laughed again. “Are you gonna be at the party tonight?”

“Yea, usually am,” you replied, starting to notice peoplewere standing back, looking at the merch. “I’ll see you there?”

“Yea, I’ll see ya,” Frank said before waving and headingback to the backstage area before he got mobbed by fans.

~

Knowing that Frank was probably going to come talk to you atthe party tonight, you decided to put a little more effort into yourappearance. You had been avoiding wearing makeup during the day, since it wouldjust melt off in the heat, but now you made yourself up, and pulled on a pinktank top and a denim mini skirt.

You found Patrick and Joe by one of the kegs and Patrickpoured you a beer. You talked for a while before Pete and My Chemical Romancearrived. Everyone introduced themselves and you couldn’t help but notice Frankhad come to stand over by you.

“(YN), you need a refill?” Patrick asked.

“No, I’m good thanks,” you replied as some more people cameover and started talking. You spotted a picnic table close by and sat down.Much to your delight, Frank followed.

“So, is that your boyfriend?” Frank asked almost shyly.

“Patrick? Oh my God, no! He’s my cousin! He got me the jobmanaging the merch booth because I just graduated college and don’t have a jobyet.”

Frank tried to keep his cool and not let a relieved smilewash over his face. “Oh, sweet. What did you major in?”

“Marketing with a minor in graphic design. It was kind of amiddle ground. My parents would pay for school if I majored in something Icould get a job with.”

“So, what do you wanna do with it?”

You sighed. “I dunno, maybe get a job at an ad agency or-”

“No no, not what do your parents want you to do, what do youwanna do?” He asked, looking dead in your eyes. You stared back, a slow smilecreeping across your face. You were surprised he was able to see through yoursafe, but boring response.

“I wanna design band merch, and logos, and album art, all ofit. That’s why Patrick put me up for this job, he knows I’ve been obsessed withthis for years.”

Frank smiled once he heard the truth spill from your lips.“That’s so cool, I’d love to see your work some time.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I have a sketch bookback in the bus I could show you.”

“Hey (YN), Frank, we’re going to a party, wanna come?” Peteshouted before Frank could reply.

“Wanna go?” Frank asked you.

“Sure, I could use a change of scenery.”

~

The party was at an over-full house, and most of the peoplein attendance were from the tour as well. The stench of stale beer and weedwafted through the air as music blasted through speakers.

“So much for a change of scenery,” you muttered as youfollowed the gang through the crush of bodies.

“Should have stayed outside, it was cooler out there,” youheard Ray comment behind you.

“Come on,” Frank said taking the lead, charging through thecrowd toward the back of the house. Soon you had escaped into the backyard andinto fresh air.

“This is better,” you commented, straightening your skirt.

Both bands assembled outside around a fire pit that someonehad started but left unattended. Gerard and Andy watched over their friendslike two sober babysitters as everyone got drinks and sat around the fire. Youfound a lawn chair and got comfortable. You weren’t sure if you should try tojump into a conversation, but again Frank made his way to you, pulling up hisown chair.

“Is this your first time being on tour?” Frank asked.

“Yea, I’ve worked some of their local shows and helped makeshirts for them and stuff, but this is the first time I’ve gotten out on theroad. It’s such a different experience. Do you like it?”

“Yea, being in front of the crowds is amazing, but anytime Ican do anything with music I’m happy.”

“Being on this tour I’ve seen a lot of awesome bands, butyou guys are the best. Like, your energy on stage is incredible,” you toldFrank.

“Thanks,” he replied with a grin, again looking down,feeling a blush on his cheeks.

As you and Frank talked, you both leaned closer together, withyou occasionally getting up the nerve to place your hand on his arm, and hewould look you in the eyes adoringly. Neither of you quite believing what youwere experiencing between you.

“Do you think they see what’s going on between them?” Gerardasked.

“I have no idea,” Ray replied with a laugh as he tookanother swig of his beer.

“Just don’t think you can steal our merch girl, she’s the onlyone who can put up with them,” Andy said nodding to his band mates.

“As long as Pete doesn’t runaway with Mikey,” Gerard said with a laughand a glance toward the bassists who had wandered off from the group.

~

It had been a couple weeks since the start of the tour and Frank wasstill going out of his way to hang out with you when he could, and your crush onhim was as strong as ever. Even though so many people looked at you and how youdressed, or did your hair, and thought you didn’t belong with the punk or emo scene,Frank made you feel like you belonged because he looked past that and got toknow you. And as Frank got to know you, his feelings deepened for you as well.

You had been in your bunk, listening to music as you drew inyour sketchbook when you heard Mikey and Pete leaving the back of the bus.

“Wait, Mikey, are you going back to your bus?” You asked,scrambling off your bed.

Mikey stopped almost out the door. “Yea, why?”

You handed him the folded piece of paper. “Its just a designidea I thought Frank might like,” you explained.

Mikey smiled knowingly. “Sure.”

When Mikey arrived back at the My Chemical Romance bus, hefound Frank reading in the back.

“Here,” Mikey said handing his band mate the piece of paper.

“What is it?”

“Its from (YN),” the words barely left Mikey’s mouth beforeFrank snatched the paper from him, a grin forming on his face.

“Oh this is so cool,” he said in awe.

“What is it?” Gerard asked as he and Ray came into the backof the bus.

“(YN) made something for Frank,” Mikey answered.

“It’s a cool design of my name,” he said still studying thedetails around the letters of his name, running his fingers over the lines. “Ishould write her a song to thank her,” he thought aloud, momentarily forgettinghis band mates presence.

“Damn Frank you’ve really fallen for this girl,” Ray saidwith a laugh.

“What? No, she’s just super cool, and really cute, andalways smells good and she’s easy to talk to.”

“And you never stop smiling when she’s around, and she’s allyou can talk about when she isn’t, and you wanna write a song for her,” Gerardsmiled, hoping his friends mind would go where he was leading.

Frank sat for a moment and then a look of realization washedover him. “I’m in love with (YN)? Why didn’t you tell me?” Frank exclaimed.

“I think you’re the only person who never noticed,” Mikeylaughed.

“What am I gonna do?”

“Ask her out like a normal human being?” Ray suggested.Frank shot him a look that said that was the stupidest thing he had ever heard.“What? It’s really not that big of a deal. I mean, I could ask her out if Iwanted to.”

“No!” Frank shouted, jumping up. “I’m gonna do it.”

~

It was nearing the fourth of July, so almost everyone whoshouldn’t have been allowed near explosives had purchased fireworks. Frank was scanning the crowd nervously looking for you. Thenhe spotted you looking uncomfortable with some guy talking to you. You caught Frank’seye and felt relief wash over you as he came your way.

“Frank! There you are!” You said jumping up and wrappingyour arms around him. To your surprise he hugged you back just as tightly. Overyour shoulder Frank glared at the guy who had been talking to you and he tookthe hint to get lost.

“Thanks for that, he was really bothering me,” you said whenhe pulled back and saw the guy was gone.

“Its no biggie,” he replied smiling. “I got your design bythe way, it’s amazing, thank you.”

“No problem. I still gotta show you my whole sketchbooksometime when we aren’t so busy.”

“I’m not busy now,” Frank replied.

You smiled and nodded. “Yea, come on then,” you said headingtoward the buses. As you moved through the dark you felt Frank’s hand graspyours and you smiled, butterflies soaring through your stomach.

When you made it back to the bus, no one else was around. Youwent back to your bunk and pulled out the notepad. You switched on the lightand sat down on the sofa next to Frank.

“Ok, so this is my favorite so far,” you said flipping to apage with Fall Out Boy logos. “I did a few for My Chem too,” you said turningthe page.

Frank examined everything on each page carefully, notletting you rush past, even if you argued that the ones he was looking atweren’t good.

“Pete should give you a job at his label, these are awesome, you reallyhave a lot of talent,” he said looking up at you in awe.

You shrugged. “I’m afraid my style isn’t edgy enough for alot of bands.”

“Nah, it’s cool, and I think you could be edgier if youtried. Its there under the surface, I can tell.”

“Thanks,” you laughed.

“I’m serious, you’re awesome,” he said looking in your eyes.It was now or never. “Umm, (YN) do you wanna go out with me sometime?”

You were shocked and then thrilled. “Yea, yes, that would becool,” you grinned.

Frank grinned back and suddenly you were both leaning in,lips inches from each other.

“Oh (YN) you’re here- oh shit sorry,” Patrick rambled realizingwhat he interrupted when you and Frank both sat bolt upright.

“What’s up Patrick?” you sighed, looking over at yourembarrassed cousin.

“They’re starting the fireworks soon, I know you alwaysliked them,” he replied, looking at his shoes.

“Thanks,” you replied sincerely. Patrick waved as he walkedout. “Umm, do you wanna look at the fireworks?”

“Sure,” Frank replied with a smile. Anything to spend a little more time with you.

You found a spot back from the rest of the people gatheredaround watching the amateur pyrotechnics. You and Frank sat down on thescratchy grass and Frank wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You looked upat him and he smiled down, and you felt yourself leaning in again. When yourlips finally connected with his, you couldn’t help but smile. You pulled back fromthe kiss, the grin still plastered across your face.

“Holy shit I do love you,” Frank said, his eyes wide. Youlaughed and the smile on your face grew even larger. He grabbed your face andpulled you back into another kiss, the momentum of which caused him to tumblehim back into the grass with you laid out on top of him. Needless to say, neitherof you saw much of the fireworks that night.

Masterlist