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Bestie do you know when your reqs will be back open................. 💔💔💔 not rushing or anything I just miss u u always feed me so good 💞💞🥹🥹 and I have sum dish ideas🤞🏻

i’m not sure exactly when i’m sorry 🥀 definitely sometime soon tho, i’ll open them for like a day or two and then close them again bc i’ll probably get a ton of them 😭 also tysm i’m glad u like my writing :3

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just curiousss would you write x male reader stuff? its cool if youre not comfortable with it!! just wanna know :'3

of course !! i write for everyone ^_^

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illi and frank would fuck around with the necronomicon and giggle about it.

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of your faves who do you think would be the Freakiest and who would be the vanillaest? 🤔

freakiest are obviously gerard + frank, ray is probably vanilla & mikey is somewhere in between, jonathan is a FREAK, head + munky are vanilla, fred and wes are both freaks

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ik u don’t take reqs at the moment - but take this more as a friendly nudge than a req LOL

pls post some moist critikal stuff we are STARVED OUT HERE ILL TAKE ANYTHING LMFAOOO

this is so true omg, charlie is 100% towards the top of my list for when i get back to writing, i love him so much it’s ridiculous 💔

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baby when r u writing for rodrick heffley 😚

i’m not sure, i’ve been swamped with stuff lately, but i’ll make sure to whenever i get back around to writing !! i LOVEEE rodrick

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what do u think are the hottest rob zombie pics …

probably these

rob the man you are…

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i just saw someone say they didn’t like tbp era gerard and i’m actually baffled because look at him ☹️💔

he is so perfect

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i NEED more chino x reader stuff on here i love him so bad 💔🥀

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Is it ok if i request a wes borland x reader where its just them at a party maybe outside together chilling or something??

ᯓ sorry this is short, hope you like it though. ✩

♡₊⊹ escape - wes borland.

(fluff, mentions of alcohol)

wes and his band were throwing a release party for significant other. and it was great, you had lots of fun with him and his friends. you played beer pong while fred drunkenly sang karaoke, while the other guys told their favorite stories about working on the record. you’d never been more proud of wes, he and his band have come so far. but if you were being honest, the party was getting to be a bit much. it was nothing personal, you were just starting to feel drained from how many people there were at this event. so you snuck outside when nobody was looking, feeling the weight on your shoulders being lifted at the much more quiet and peaceful environment. it was probably midnight, the only thing helping you see being the moonlight. “hi, hun.” you turn your head upon hearing the oh so familiar sound of your boyfriend’s voice. he walks over closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head. “hey. what’re you doing out here?” you asked, feeling a sense of comfort with him so close to you. you figured he should be inside with the rest, it was his party after all. he took a sip of the beer he held in a red solo cup as he looked up at the stars. “nothin’, i just needed a break.” he says, his thumb gently rubbing your side. “me too.” you agree, taking a sip out of your own cup as you join him in looking up at the night sky. “i think that one’s cassiopeia.” he points to a particular constellation, guiding your eyes towards it. this is one of the many reasons you love wes, there’s just something about him that’s so comforting and warm. “it’s pretty.” you observe with a smile as you lean against him, and he brings his gaze back down to you, a grin pulling at his lips. “you’re pretty.” he murmurs before leaning in to kiss you softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear in the process. a selfish part of you wants to stay here like this with him forever, basking in each other’s presence under the moonlight. but you know you can’t, you’ll both have to go back inside soon. but even so, it’s all worth it.

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everything i learn about ray makes me love him more and more

Why is no one talking about Gerard’s story from the early band days when Ray pulled over in the middle of the night in Texas and made them go star gazing????

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hey fellow band writer here, make sure to link your masterlist in your intro post so it doesn’t get lost! have a good day😋

AH THANK YOU 🙏

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𖤐₊⊹ masterlist

ᯓ hi !! requests are currently closed. i write fluff, angst, and smut, only x reader pieces. i will not write incest, pedophilia/age play (not the same as age gaps !!), knife/gun play, shit/piss kinks, foot fetishes, and any other basic material that fits into that category. ✩

my chemical romance

nightmares - gerard way (reverse comfort)

friends to lovers - gerard way (slight angst, fluff)

worship - frank iero (comfort, smut)

in love - ray toro (fluff)

arms - ray toro (smut)

domesticity - ray toro (fluff, smut)

busy - ray toro (angst)

limp bizkit

comfort - wes borland

family values tour - wes borland (fluff)

smut headcanons - wes borland

escape - wes borland (fluff)

reassurance - fred durst (comfort)

rob zombie

crush (fluff)

submission (smut)

coming out as transmasc (fluff, comfort)

joey jordison

dating (fluff)

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totally reasonable limits for writing lmao. you should make a masterlist and add your list of writing limits there too :)

WAIT idk how i never thought abt this thank you 😭 putting together a masterlist as we speak,,

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firstly, tysm for feeding the ray toro fans <333 your writing is so good and you characterize him so well! second, can you please write an angsty ray toro x reader fic where the stress of the band kind of puts a strain on the relationship? up to you on whether or not it ends in a happy or sad ending. thank you!

ᯓ a/n: thank you so much !! i’d LOVE to write some ray angst, i can’t promise it’ll be too good since i don’t really have experience writing it 😭 but i’ll do my best. ♡

✧₊⊹ busy - ray toro.

• ray loves you, he really does. but lately, you’ve been starting to question if he really means that when he says it. over the course of maybe three or four weeks, he’s been swamped with work for the band, way more than usual. the black parade is about to be released, and it seems like all he ever does is work anymore. he’s always rehearsing or recording in the studio, and whatever else comes with being in a band. you’re proud of his success, you really are. he and his friends have come so far. and you get it, you have a job too. but it gets to a point when he’s hardly ever home, and when he is, it’s rare that he engages in quality time with you.

• he hasn’t been home in maybe two or three days, completely wrapped up in whatever it is he’s been working on. you’ve tried calling him several times, and he’s only picked up a few of them, saying he “misses you too”. you know he’s busy and that this is important, so you try your best not to let it get to you. it’s around one in the morning, and you’ve been trying to fall asleep for hours, to no avail. you suddenly hear the hum of the garage door being raised, and you instantly sit up. he was finally back. you crawl out of bed, walking through the house and to the door to greet him. “hi… sorry if i woke you.” he apologizes, the smile that always adorned his face being smaller than usual. he looks exhausted. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. his arms don’t seem to squeeze you as tightly as usual, but you brush it off. “you didn’t.” you pause, basking in the feeling of him being back home with you. “i really missed you.” you murmur, nuzzling your head against him. “i missed you too… i’m gonna be gone again tomorrow night.” your heart breaks as you hear this, but you try to suck it up. this will pass once the album comes out, and everything will be back to normal. at least, that’s what you tell yourself. “…okay.” is all you can manage, not knowing what else to say. you pull away from the hug, just standing there with him. “i’m gonna go to bed if you wanna join me.” he mumbles, running his hand through his hair tiredly. you nod your head silently, both of you making your way to the bedroom. you don’t know why you expected a conversation, he’s completely spent. sure, it’s been probably three days at this point without a face to face talk, but it’s fine. you can talk in the morning before you go to work. your shift starts at eleven, so surely he’ll be awake by then.

• or so you thought. you wake up to the alarm you had set for 10:15, and you look over at ray, still sound asleep. you’re disappointed but not surprised, he’s been working his ass off. you sigh and get out of bed, getting dressed for the day. as you finish up, you grab your keys and head out. at least you’re positive you’ll be able to talk with him when you get back. at work, you can’t help rambling to your coworker about the situation. it’s starting to really upset you at this point despite your best efforts to keep it together, and you don’t know where else to turn. “dude, you have to have a serious a talk with him if this keeps happening. he needs to know how you feel.” she explains, and you nod, but the thought of it was daunting. you and ray have never fought, and he’s never done anything to hurt you before. but he’s starting to, whether he knows it or not.

• you get home around 5:30, tossing your keys onto the counter. ray is on the couch watching tv, looking at least a bit more lively after a good night’s rest. “hey, babe. how was work?” he greets as he looks over at you. usually, he actually gets up off the couch at your arrival. “it was long, i didn’t have to do much.” you answer, walking over to him and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “i’m gonna go change.” you say before turning around and going into the bedroom. you don’t see it, but his face drops slightly. you can’t help being a bit short with him, it’s just genuinely starting to feel like he cares about his work more than you. you come back out a few minutes later, already changed back into your pajamas, because you know you won’t feel like going anywhere else today. you sit beside him on the couch, snuggling up next to him. he wraps an arm around you as usual, and yet it feels different than normal. “how was your day?” you ask after a moment, your eyes not leaving the tv. “it’s been alright, nice to have a little break.” part of you wants to roll your eyes at this, but you don’t. you wish he would mention missing you, it was out of character for him not to. you sit in silence, the sound of his show filling the room until you eventually speak up again. “when do you think you’ll get back?” you question, even if you don’t want to accept the fact that he’s leaving again. “i’m not sure, love. sometime in the morning.” at least you have time with him now, right? right. so you do your best to enjoy it, even if there’s not much talking. about an hour later, he says he has to leave. he gets changed and gathers his things before kissing you goodbye, leaving you alone once again. you sigh, occupying yourself with a shower and the household chores, the news on the tv as background noise. at least you don’t have work tomorrow.

• you keep this up for several hours until you grow tired, so you decide to call ray to tell him goodnight. the phone rings for probably ten seconds when he eventually picks it up. “hi hun.” he answers as you crawl into bed, tucking yourself under the covers. and before you can even get your words out, he hits you with this. “i’m busy, i can’t talk right now.” oh. he’s never said that to you before, that he was too busy for you. you knew it was true, but you finally snapped when you heard him say it out loud, and so straightforwardly. not even offering to call you back. “fuck you.” you mumble with a shaky breath, your jaw clenched. you’re so done with it. he’s visibly taken aback, and the guys glance at each other in confusion. “what?” is all he can manage after a moment, and you feel your tired eyes start to form tears, but you blink them away. “i’m going to bed.” you say before hanging up, setting your phone down on the bedside table and turning the lamp off. you hear it ringing a couple seconds later, but you refuse to answer, staring at the dark ceiling of your shared bedroom. you’ve never lashed out at him like that before, he hasn’t given you a reason to. and part of you feels guilty, you know how important his work is. but on the other hand, should he really have to neglect you this much to do it? you wonder as you eventually fall asleep.

• “you okay?” gerard asks as he notices the concern on ray’s face when you hang up on him. he lets out a shaky sigh before responding. “yeah. i just need to step out for a second, you guys keep playing.” he walks out of the studio door, leaning against the wall as he stared at the ground in the dim moonlight. he’s so overworked, so stressed out over every little thing. so after hearing you say that, he barely knows how to keep himself composed. he can’t keep doing this, leaving for days at a time and losing sleep over the stress of hitting every note on his guitar perfectly. but he’s so worried to bring it up, the last thing he wants is for his friends to be mad at him. and he misses you so badly, he’d rather be home with you right now. but honestly, you seem to be doing great without him. he feels like you could care less if he’s there or not. he’s pulled out of his thoughts at the sound of the door swinging open once more, and he’s met with frank. “hey, what’s the matter with you?” he questions, lighting a cigarette and silently offering one to ray, to which he accepts. “i dunno, i’m just really stressed out lately. and now y/n’s mad at me, i guess.” he admits, lighting the cigarette and taking a drag as he looks up at the night sky. he wonders if you’re still awake, if you’re thinking about him. “do you know why they’re mad?” frank inquires, hoping to comfort him at least a little bit. the band’s bond is special, they’re always helping each other out. but if ray’s being honest, he’s starting to get sick of being with them so often. it’s not personal, he just needs time with you. needs a break from everything, you’re his escape. though he’s not sure if you still want to be. “no. i just miss having time with them, you know? but i feel like they’re just fine without me.” the other shakes his head in disagreement before turning it to exhale the smoke. “dude, i’m sure that’s not true. they love you. you should talk to them tomorrow.” he suggests, and ray nods. he doesn’t know if he can wait until then, but doesn’t have much of a choice.

• you wake up at about 6:30, not being able to sleep all that much with everything on your mind. you get out of bed and walk to the kitchen, grabbing a small snack for breakfast and turning on the tv. you try to ignore your anxiety, but it proves to be difficult. you’re almost scared for the moment he gets home. and an hour or so later, he does. you swallow as you hear the garage opening, doing your best to mentally prepare yourself. you know you have to talk to him about this, there’s no running from it anymore. you stay put on the couch as he enters the house, making him come to you instead, just as he did yesterday. “hey.” he starts as he approaches you, he doesn’t look happy. not that he truly has for a little while now. “last night… what was that about?” he asks, and you scoff as you mute the tv. “you seriously don’t know?” you question as you turn to face him, finding it ridiculous that he has no earthly idea why you might be upset with him. “no? what happened?” he’s visibly annoyed, he doesn’t understand why you have such an attitude. he’s never been truly upset with you, but it seems that the strain of his band is getting out of hand, and he can’t hold it in any longer. you get up off the couch, standing face to face with him. “what do you mean ‘what happened’? you’ve been working your ass off for weeks, i barely see you anymore. you told me you were ‘too busy’ to talk to me last night, ray.” you stress, and the last part may seem like nothing, but it’s not to you. he always makes time for you, and this sudden switch is just too much. “i was? and why do you even care? you’ve been perfectly happy without me this entire time.” he retorts, and you can’t believe what you’re hearing. he genuinely thought that? “are you fucking serious? i call you all the time when you’re gone and you barely answer. you don’t even care about me anymore.” ray’s eyes widen at the last bit, his heart breaking at the sound of it. that’s when the truth sets in, he’s been making you feel this way. he feels a lump in his throat, and he stays silent for a long moment before responding. “i do care about you, i love you… i didn’t know you felt that way, i’m sorry.” he apologizes sincerely, blinking back a few tears. you two have never had a serious argument like this before, and he wasn’t fond of it in the slightest. you feel your heart sink at the sight of his teary eyes, and also relief, to hear him say he still loves you. “i love you too. but you can’t keep doing this, i- i don’t know if i can take it.” your lip quivers as you feel tears of your own start to fall from your eyes, and ray hates himself for it. he steps closer to you, his hands framing your face as he wipes them away. “i don’t want to keep doing this. i’m gonna talk to them about it, okay?” you nod, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, crying into his shirt. “i’m sorry for getting upset at you.” you mumble against him as he kisses the top of your head. “it’s alright, love. you had every right to be. and i’m gonna spend much more time with you from now on, okay?” he reassures you, and you both feel a massive weight being lifted off your shoulders. “i’d like that.” things are finally going back to normal, and you’re beyond glad.

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what kinks will you not write for / are uncomfortable receiving requests for ?

ty for asking !! i’m not currently taking requests, but what i won’t write is shit/piss, gun/knife play, age play, foot fetish, and any of the other typical things.

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i might be delusional but i think my writing may be improving 😜

also frank smutshot just dropped