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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 1 year

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MCR Headcanons - they find out you’re in hospital

Summary: How the MCR members would react to finding out you’re in hospital after an accident Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Warnings: hospitals, mentions of pain A/N: Don’t worry, in the future I’ll stick to proper one-shots, but i just wanted to share these thoughts, and with 60+ stitches in the face i don’t feel like writing much more. Written on my phone and not proof read. I'm literally laying in a hospital bed rn. While I was in the middle of writing this they gave me a syringe to the stomach and man, it fucking burns. Also i just sneezed for the first time since Monday, and it’s not an expierence i need to repeat any time soon.

Frank

Surprisingly calm. Worried af but surprisingly calm

Packs a few things he thinks you might need before going to the hospital (mainly snacks)

Frank's been in hospital often enough to know that snacks are rare and make everything better, so he only brings your favourites

Will give your door a very gentle knock and wait for an answer before he enters

If there's none (maybe you're asleep), he'll wait outside your room in the waiting area and try again after 30min

If you have an injury in your face, he will tell you how badass you look (if anyone else would have told you that, you might have tried punching them, but you know that it's just Frank's way of trying to process things)

If you're in hospital for a few days or longer, he brings his guitar and plays soft songs to you. Not necessarily singing, just plucking strings (you think he's secretly composing)

Absolutely will try to crawl into bed with you, especially if the room is cool. So you don't get cold (that's his argument, but you both know he just want to hear and feel you breathe)

Makes sure you don't fall out of bed by wrapping his arms and legs around you as good as your injuries allow, and tucking his head underneath your chin

Even though he's calm, he needs to be comforted just as much as you do. So if your lips work you better kiss his hair

Ray

Panics.

Not the headless-chicken-running-around kind of panic. But the cold, internal one, freezing his heart over

But he tries to stay calm.

Unlike Mikey he doesn't drop everything. If he's cooking he's making sure to finish cooking and packs away the food before getting on the way

Definitely shakey voice when he asks for your room number at the information desk

He's just really glad to see you

Depending on how bad you are, he will definitely try to hug you but if you warn him that you think it might be hurtful, he will completely understand and only gently smile at you

Headpats and forehead kisses / hand kisses !!! (Depending on what's possible)

Will try to stay until you fall asleep, but if he notices you need some alone time, he will leave earlier than he wants to. Your comfort is his top priority

On his way out thanks the nurses and doctors he meets in the hallway for taking care of you

Gerard

Lowekey panics the moment he hears you're in hospital

Trys to stay calm

Fails

But he's very polite to the people he interacts with while asking for your room

Before entering, he asks the nurses how you're doing and tries to mentally prepare to see one of his favourite people hurt

The whole time fidgeting around with a sleeve of his jacket or something until he sees you

Knocks before he enters

Highkey relieved if you're awake and can talk to him. He was preparing for the worst case scenarios

Will read comic books to you. Or Tolkien. or your favourite books. Or tell you about any and all story ideas he's recently had. Even if you heard about them 100 times already

When you're eventually asleep, he draws you as a superhero. Because that's what you are to him

Mikey

Super nervous to go to the hospital, but nothing and no one can stop him

I can't imagine him liking hospitals (who does really)

But he gets to you as soon as possible

3am? Who cares. Middle of band practice? Band practice is over now

Definitely stopping at a shop on the way to get a plushy

Hospitals are very anonymous and can be really lonely, and he needs to know someone or something is keeping you company after the nurses will kick him out inevitably

Will be really concerned about how you are, but resists the urge to constantly ask

Which you're really grateful for

Trys to stay in physical contact with you the whole time. If he can't brush over your hair or cheek or hold your hand, he will pat your knee.

Stays until the nurses kick him out so you can have some rest, and he leaves behind one of his hoodies for you to cuddle bc the plushy isn't enough in his opinion

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lunarwritesthings · 1 year

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The Tough Act

Paring: Gerard way x Gn!reader

Fandom: My Chemical Romance

Request: Yes, by anon

Summary: Gerard is getting overwhelmed and stressed but tries to act tough for the reader and the band.

Prompt: #41 “You don’t have to act so tough. It’s ok to let other people care for you sometimes.”

Touring was never easy for one Gerard Way. Why? Because the months that can be spent on the road without a break can get stressful and exhausting. Now, it was no secret that Gee could get overwhelmed by touring, but he always tried to hide it when he was getting overwhelmed. He'd especially try and hide it when his partner was with him and the band for tour so as not to stress them.

There's one thing Gerard tends to forget. His partner knows him like the back of their hand. Gee has always been open with them, so it was hard to hide anything from them.

Being Gee's partner and extremely close to him, you were always the first person to when something was wrong with your husband. When Gee started to be very quiet and less himself, you knew something was up and you were going to find out what.

You had talked to Ray, Mikey, and Frank, telling them your plan of talking to Gee. They agreed it was a good idea, and they would stay off the bus until you texted them to come back so as not to stress Gee out about talking.

Once, you had gotten to the bus and saw Gerard sitting in the living room, clearly lost in his thoughts. You sat next to him and were careful getting his attention because you didn't want to startle him. When you got his attention, it was easy to tell he was confused and not fully there.

Gee knew you had caught on. It was only a matter of time before it happened. He knew he wasn't getting out of this conversation. That's how moments like this always happened. Gee didn't even wait for the question of "What's wrong?" he just started spilling everything, how tour was getting overwhelming, the lack of breaks and days off were catching up to him, and all of it was stressing him out.

You could tell by the look on Gerard's face that he was trying not to cry. You immediately try to comfort him, but he was keeping the tough act going, so you told him the one thing his brain needed to hear to let the walls down. You simply told him, "You don’t have to act so tough. It’s ok to let other people care for you sometimes." Gee couldn't hold his emotions back any longer.

You let Gee cry and just comforted him. Gee needed this moment. A moment where he could let everything out. After a bit, Gerard calmed down and was just tired from keeping everything hidden. You told Gee to sleep and he didn't even argue. He knew just as well as you did he was too tired to do so.

Once you knew he was asleep you texted the others letting them know it was safe to come back to the bus. They ask you what happened and what caused him to be off. You told them exactly what Gee had told you. Mikey, Ray, and Fred said they would talk to management about getting a day off every so often.

Sometimes everyone needs a day to very little, but at the end of the day, the band was more than a band. It was a family. A family that would do absolutely anything for each other. Everyone's health physically and mentally was the top priority.

#gerard way fanfic #gerard way x reader #gerard way #my chemical romance #Gerard way x gn!reader

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heaveaux · 2 years

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This is so shit sorry

Im writing this fanfiction because I’m struggling with my mental health problems really bad at the moment and need a sense of comfort. I’m sorry my writing skills are crap too, but I’m still learning 👍

Gerard Way x gn!reader

Big TW

Warnings: sh, suicide, depression, swearing, arguments, bullying, fighting, blood, smoking, alcohol, throwing up

Summary- Gerard and y/n meet at school, y/n fights with people a lot and seems strong, well, they are physically but they’re going through a really hard time with bullies as well. It doesn’t end well is all I can say

They/them

Bullies- Elijah, Renata, and Royal

School was crap. School is crap, and it always has been. But there were some new students coming in, so that was exciting. I walked over to my locker. There was a large crowd around it, what could be going on over here.

I barged through the people and saw it. My locker was being vandalised. By. Fucking. Royal. I pinned him to the locker and punched him hard in the nose a few times until Elijah dragged me back. He was strong and tall, he easily pushed me down onto the disgusting hallway floor. He got down too and started to punch me, but I got up and kicked him shin. He grabbed my neck harshly as I dug my sharp nails into his shoulder. He let go and I fell down, trying to catch my breath.

‘Don’t you dare try and fight me, you’re weak, you know you are’ he kicked me as Renata walked up and punched me in the face. Hard. She may look weak, but she had a fucking strong punch. I was covered in bruises and both my nostrils were bleeding. It stung bad, but it was fine, it wouldn’t last forever.

The crowd left, but there was one boy still standing there, he had dark brown hair and slightly chubby cheeks. He was around 5’4, a bit shorter than me, admittedly he was one of the cutest boys I had ever seen. I felt my face heat up a little as then the bell went and the boy left.

I wasn’t going to bother cleaning up my face, even though I probably looked horrible, but that meant less people would approach me so that was fine with me.

I looked at my locker, it had cruel words spread across it. I felt a few tears roll down my cheeks as I wiped them away, feeling some blood get smeared across my cheeks. I shoved my bag and jacket into the locker and aggressively slammed it shut.

I had art now, I got to sit in a row all by myself, I got some peace while I painted. But when I walked in, that cut boy was sitting in the seat next to mine.

‘Ah, I see you’ve decided to show up today y/n, you’re 7 minutes late, after school detention.’ My teacher said, only looking up for half a second, not noticing my bloody face.

I sighed and sat in my seat with my head on the desk, I could hear people whispering about me, it was more than normal and they were throwing things at me too. I stood up abruptly and ran outside the classroom and into the bathroom.

I locked myself in a stall and cried. I got my box cutter out of my pocket which luckily had a zip. I pulled up my sleeves and stared at the white lines scattered across my arms. I added some more. Blood dripped onto the floor. And more. It was becoming more sore. And more. And m….

I woke up to the sound of the bell. I looked at my watch. It was time to go home. I cleaned up the floor and left for detention.

I walked into the room and the teacher in there took me outside. ‘Y/n are you okay, I heard that you ran away from class this morning and didn’t attend any lessons. Is something going on, are you okay?’ Mr Cuomo (I’m not creative, just take this name 😭 yes he is from weezer stfu 💕). I couldn’t stop thinking about what I did earlier and I hugged him, crying, he was my favourite teacher. He was so nice. He let me go home, but only this once would he let me off he said.

I got home, I could see the blood stains on my sleeves, I should’ve cleaned them. Suddenly, my mum walked in. ‘We’ve got new neighbours, go give them these cookies I made’ I took the cookies and nodded, putting them on my bed. I put on a black turtle neck, with a slipknot T-shirt and some slightly baggy black jeans. I was going to go out anyway to buy some bandages, guess I could wait an extra few minutes delivering these.

I got to the door and knocked, I knew this was the house since it still had the for sale sign still up. A boy with straight brown hair opened the door and I saw the boy for earlier’s head peak around from the sofa. I handed the boy the cookies and he smiled and took them. ‘Thank you; I saw you at school, getting beat up that person, are you alright now? Also I’m Mikey and that’s my brother Gerard’ I shook his hand.

‘Yeah I’m fine, also my name is y/n’ I replied. ‘Wait you’ve got some blood under your nose, come in I’ll clean it for you’ he was nice. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into their bathroom, Gerard following behind. Gerard hugged me and then ran away. What was that? It was cute, but why?

Gerard pov-

I was worried about y/n, after they ran out of class and I saw them crying outside of detention. I had the idea to give them a hug. They probably needed it. I hugged them and then ran away, I thought they were attractive and I really like them. I’d never say that, because they’d probably beat me up or something. I led down on my bed, kicking my legs while lying face down, like a teenage girl who had just had their crush text them back.

Y/n pov-

Mikey cleaned my face and soon after, I left to go to the shop. I bought some bandages and plasters just in case I maybe got into a fight again.

Time skip (because this is getting boring)

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I sat down with my friends Frank and Ray outside, behind the building. Soon after, Mikey and Gerard came over and sat with us, Frank was on one side of me, Gerard was on the other side and Ray and Mikey were on the other side. They began talking, but I zoned out. I was thinking about what would happen if I did something really bad to myself. What would everyone think. What if I lived?

Frank nudged me. ‘You alright?’ I nodded and took another drag of my cigarette. ‘Just thinking’ he continued talking to Mikey and Ray as Gerard put his head on my shoulder. I felt my face heat up as I pulled him closer. We’d only known each other for a month now, but I think I like him. A lot.

The bell went and we walked inside, one last lesson and we could finally go home and have the little party we’d planned to celebrate my pet fish’s birthday. It was really just an excuse for us to party and get wasted.

After school I walked outside, I saw Renata, Royal and Elijah. They walked over to me. Royal pushed me onto the floor. Then Renata grabbed my hair and I bit my lip, she pulled my head up from the ground and then slamming back down repeatedly and soon my lip was bleeding and so was my nose. Ouch. I was crying, but then Ray ran over, scaring them away. My face was covered in bruises and blood.

I slowly curled up into a ball and cried. My nose was bleeding and my ears were ringing, it was so painful. Ray pulled me onto his lap. ‘Shhhh, it’s okay, they’re gone now, I’ve got you’ he pulled me up to his chest and hugged me tightly. He picked me up and carried me to his car where the others were and we all got in.

‘Hey y/n are you alright?’ Gerard was playing with my hair and I cried into his chest now. I was sat on his lap, cuddling him. I shook my head. ‘I’m sorry….’

We got to my house and we walked in. I grabbed the vodka and shot glasses. Ray got some weaker alcohol and Frank brought in some whiskey. We all sat in a circle drinking, Gerard was in my lap now. I ended up throwing up and sleeping next to the toilet I got Gerard’s arms. The only thing I could remember was making out with Gerard, taking off my shirt and then throwing up and laughing.

Only me and Frank were awake. He took me out to my garden, it was very early, the sun was still rising but it was quite warm. We sat on the grass by the pool. ‘Y/n, I saw your arms yesterday, I need you to tell me the truth, are you okay?’ I didn’t cry, I just sat there with a sad expression on my face. ‘No, I’m not, I’m not okay’ I led down onto my back, but then felt puke rising up my throat and ran to the downstairs bathroom.

I felt horrible, sick, achy and tired. I just brought a bin to the sofa and led down, looking outside through the large windows and clear doors at the pool. Frank was inside now, getting us all some medicine and water. Ray was asleep next to Mikey on the floor. They were a few centimetres apart, Mikey then sat up and started tickling Ray’s feet. I laughed, and then Ray woke up and Gerard came downstairs.

Luckily it was a Saturday so we could stay in all day. My parents were still at work. They worked night shifts and slept during the day. I spent most of my time alone on the weekends or doing grocery shopping for my parents. It was fine with me, it was peaceful, I didn’t care that I was alone most of the time.

Gerard came over to me and sat next to me. Frank gave me a sympathetic look, a pill and a glass of water. To help with the hangover. He also gave the things to Ray, himself, Mikey and Gerard.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes until I turned on a Christmas movie. It wasn’t that near to Christmas, I just wanted to brighten the mood. We all laughed a bit and spoke to each other. But we were all too tired to do anything. ‘Hey Gee, you know you’re making music n shit, you should make a song one day, called like, cemetery something. Dedicated to me, your no.1 fan’ he laughed. ‘Okay sure, I’ll write it at some point’

Time skip brought to you by more boringness

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I walked into school, once again having a cross around my locker. It had things like ‘kys’ written on it. I ran into the bathroom and took out my pills. I took a bunch and left for class. I felt dizzy, I felt hot, like I was going to throw up.

‘You’re late again y/n, after school d-‘ I passed out.

I woke up in hospital. I heard crying and shouting. ‘LET ME IN THERE…. please, please’ I heard Gerard sobbing. ‘Please, I want to see them’ even Ray and Frank were crying.

I was in a room with a nurse. I had a weird big T-shirt thing on. My ears were ringing. I threw up on my bed. There was blood in it. The nurse left to get me a new blanket and something to throw up in. I was squinting, it was too bright, I could feel vomit around my mouth. I saw Gerard outside crying.

I regretted doing it. But I also wanted to do it again, but not live.

A doctor walked in. ‘I want to see Gerard, please..’ the doctor brought Gerard in. Gerard was still crying.

‘I was so worried y/n’ I started crying too ‘I’m so so sorry Gerard’

Time skip bc yeah

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I was let out of the hospital. I went into my house and shut myself in my room. I took some pills. I-

Gerard’s pov-

The funeral was quiet. I didn’t want them to leave, I never got to tell them how much I loved them, I’ll remember to write that song for them one day….

Time skip to a mcr concert in the future

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‘I wrote this song for someone I fell in love with’ I yelled out to the large crowd ‘they were called y/n and they asked me to write a song dedicated to them, this is cemetery drive’

Skip a little

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‘I MISS YOU I MISS YOU SO FAR, AND THE COLLISION OF YOUR KISS THAT MADE IT SO HARD’ I was singing at the top of my lungs…. For y/n.

Y/n pov-

I looked down at him from heaven… thank you….

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deadsetromance · 9 months

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IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNING

(not my gif!)

gerard way x gn!reader

summary: he's your roommate...but maybe he's more than that.

warnings: unedited writing, fluff, no use of [y/n]

note: so sorry i haven't posted in forever! i have a few requests and a few more half-complete drafts, so hopefully those should be up soon <3

you supposed there were worse roommates out there. actually, thinking about it, you realized how lucky you were.

you got along really well with your roommate, gerard. he’d been sharing an apartment for nearly two years now, and you were sure you knew him better than you knew yourself.

you know he forgets to take the coffee pods out of the keurig, and sometimes he leaves the heater running for too long.

you don’t think you’ve ever seen him sleep. sometimes you wonder if he’s a vampire or something, what with the scribbling coming from his room at all hours of the night.

to be fair… you’re hardly any better. you sleep little more than he does, when you do fall asleep it’s usually on the couch, and you leave the television on all the time.

you’re incredibly lucky, you realize. lucky that he’s as sweet as he is, bringing you coffee in the mornings, and stopping by your job on his commute. he’s even slipped a few drawings your way. some are drawings of you, others are silly little doodles he gives you when you’re having a bad day. sometimes, he’ll show you characters for the comics he’s working on, asking for your input.

you realize that you’re lucky that he’s so helpful, that he’s not a creep, that you both get along so well. you’re lucky that you’ve found a friend who will sit and watch television reruns with you when neither of you can fall asleep.

that’s why you slip a record under his door one night. you don’t know if he even likes sinatra, but you give it to him anyway. there’s no special occasion really, you just thought of him when you found in the wee small hours in the record store you visited. you don’t sign your name on the post it you stuck to it. all you write is “from one insomniac to another”. you feel embarrassed for some reason you can’t place, and something slithers in your stomach. maybe you shouldn’t have given it to him…maybe he doesn’t like sinatra. it’s too late now though, it’s already done.

☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎

it’s late one night…or early, depending on how you look at it. you’re tired, whatever movie you were watching forgotten and on mute. you can hear gerard milling around in the kitchen, you can smell the coffee he’s brewing. you’re tired, but you can’t fall asleep.

“thanks for the record” gerard called from the kitchen. “i really liked it”

you smile, one of those hazy tired smiles, the kind you do when you’re between being awake and asleep. “i didn’t know if you liked sinatra, i hope it’s ok”

you miss the way he grins at you, too busy yawning.

“it’s great i actually…” he walked off in the middle of his sentence, a habit you’d noticed he had, only to come back with the disk in his hands. “do you mind?”

it didn’t matter if you said no, he already turned to put it on, smiling back at you as he dropped the needle to the record.

“what are we watching?” he asked, sitting next to you on the couch. close enough to be touching you, but still far enough to give you space. it’s like a paradox, you think, but then you tell yourself to shut up. you’re too tired to know what you’re talking about.

“i dunno, i stopped paying attention.” your eyes flit to the movie playing on the television, watching the car chase for a moment before turning your attention back to him. “you’re going to keep yourself up all night drinking coffee this late.” you might have frowned at him if you weren’t too busy beaming.

he knew you were teasing, you could tell by the glint in his eye. “i just need a few finishing touches on my project and then i’m done.”

you didn’t say anything more for a while, taking a moment to take everything in. the record playing softly in the background as you curled closer to gerard. his head resting on yours as you listened to his breathing, memorizing the pace of his heart.

it’s quiet…intimate, and you’re tired. tired and happy.

“you tired?” he questions softly.

“a little,” you don’t know why you’re whispering.

“do you work tomorrow?”

“yeah, i open,” you groan, rubbing your eyes. you think you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head, but you don’t want to get your hopes up.

it’s quiet again, though this time it’s too quiet. you’re left with thoughts of gerard running through your head, and you wish that one of you would say something. you should be ashamed, you scold yourself, thinking of him the way you do when he’s sitting right next to you.

“what are you thinking about?” he prods gently. he’s soft with you, the way he always is, careful not to overstep with his questions.

“nothing really,” you lie, because you’d rather not risk what comfort you have now. “what are you thinking about?”

it seems like he didn’t expect the question to be turned back on him. he hesitates, and the silence is thick…too thick. his face is illuminated by the light from the tv, and he looks nervous. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look quite as terrified as he does now. the lighting shifts, and he’s blanketed in darkness again, but you notice something change in his eyes.

“i think i love you” he whispers against your ear.

you feel like you can’t breathe. you think you heard him wrong. you’re worried this is all a dream, a good dream, the kind that would leave you reeling when you wake up.

you want to hear him say it again.

you lean your head back against his shoulder, and he breathes out with a shudder. you watch the explosions on tv as your hand finds his. “i love you too.”

that’s it then, everything is out in the open. maybe you’re tired, but you sigh gently as he cups your face in his hands. thinking back, you can’t exactly pinpoint when your feelings for him changed, but you suppose it doesn’t matter now. he loves you and you love him. it’s surprisingly simple.

“can i…?” he doesn’t need to finish his question as you lean in closer to him. his breath is warm, and he smells like coffee and sleepless nights, and you’re waiting for him. your eyes are closed as you breathe him in, and they stay that way as he kisses you softly.

he’s…soft, softer than you imagine, and you can’t help but smile.

in the wee small hours of the morning, he is yours, and you are his.

#gerard way x reader #gerard way #reader insert #x reader #my chemical romance #my chem #mcr #mcr fanfiction #mcr fanfic #fanfic #sfw #prtygoth

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yoonisweakforthishero · 6 months

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Hey Yoon!!!!🥰

I saw the request open so if you don’t mind taking my request can you do a one for Eunjang + Union boys who has a girlfriend who is very beautiful and get hit on by boys all the time.

Thank you!!😊

𓇻 When you get hit on all the time

Feat. Gray, Ben, Gerard, Alex, Donald, Jake, Wolf x gn!reader

Warnings. suggestive for donald

A/N: Hi anon! Thank you so much for requesting! I didn't know what to write for a while but hopefully this is good :> I hope you enjoy!

Gray yeon

Ever since you started to date him, Gray has constantly talked about studies and how you should apply to the same cram school to “increase your grades.”

But his intentions involved also giving himself an excuse to spend more time with you.

You eventually gave in because well.. he does have a point… A little bit of studying could certainly help your grades.

He always seems to have extra classes which means that you usually tend to wait for him so you can walk home together.

“Hey sorry y/n did you wait for a long time..?” gray would suddenly pop up, always feeling bad to make you wait after him.

“Not at all! Let’s go already!” You grabbed him as you got up and ready to go, smiling at him reassuringly.

Gray hasn’t really told you this before but he’s glad you’re in his life. Simple moments like walking together always seem to remind him of how lucky he is to have you.

As you were walking home together, some guys started to check you out. Not an unusual thing in your life but it still is very uncomfortable every time.

One of them chased after you. “Hey sorry, I was just wondering if I could get your number? You’re really pretty,” He said, bowing down as he presented his phone.

You can tell Gray feels jealous or uncomfortable because he suddenly became stiff. Honestly, if looks could have killed, I assure you he would have been dead.

“They’re taken,” He assured the guy coldly, taking your hand immediately. “Come on y/n… Let’s go this way,” he would softly whisper to you, pulling your hand a bit.

After you have gone a bit far, you start to recognize the street you’re in. This is the way to Master Arcade.

“I must be lucky to have you since everyone else can also see your worth,” he would tell you while holding your hand closer, he smiles at you and pats your forehead.

“A game of Tekken?” he would ask you, getting some coins out. “Oh you’re so on! I have been practicing lately so I can take you out!” You point to him as your sudden competitive spirit comes out.

He looks at you softly as you pump your fists into the air walking into the arcade.

How was he this lucky to have you love him?

Ben park

I know Eunjang is an all boys school but for the plot we will ignore this fact :>

“Hey, you heard? Apparently there’s a hottie in class 1-7.” A group of guys commented “Yeah, I heard they look like they came from a tv drama.” They would whisper to each other.

Curiosity will eventually kill these cats because they were on their way to see who the pretty hottie is that everyone is talking about.

“Woah! They’re absolutely beautiful,” They chatted as they would form around your classroom door. “Dude you should totally go ask for their number. You’re one of the most popular guys,”

“Yeah.. You know what? I will.” The group started to hype each other to go ask for your number. “Wait! But guys if the rumors are also right.. Then… they are dating Ben Park..” The last words rolled off his tongue slowly, warning the others as if trying to avoid a stirring storm.

“Really? Well I mean… Do you see him? Cause I don’t so” He started to state it cockly. “I’m getting their number if it’s the last thing I do.” He started to comb his hair with his hand, preparing himself.

“Oh.. well it might be the last thing you do then,” a voice stated from behind. Startled by this, the group turned around to see none other than Ben Park at the entrance of your classroom with a plastic bag.

Trembling the group realized that maybe this could certainly be the last thing they do. Maybe they should have been careful on what they say if they don’t want it to come true.

“We.. were just about to leave,” one of the guys mentioned as they started to slowly move out of the place.

“Unless you really want it to be the last thing you do, don’t come back to get their number. They’re already taken.” Ben looked back at them to stand his point. They didn’t even dare to look back and all Ben could hear was whispers from them. “Shit dude, I told you they were taken.”

Like a lightswitch, his sudden dark person turned into the overgrown puppy you know. “Babe! I got us some snacks and drinks!” He announced as he got into your classroom.

“Thank you! Also you didn’t get into another fight right? I heard some noise outside the classroom again.” You asked him as he took the chair in front of your desk, your hand on his cheek checking for any wounds.

“No… But y/n. I do have a question..” Ben slowly asked as if he was entering a dangerous area. He held his head with his hands and looked at your table, refusing to look into your eyes.

“If hypothetically.. Some guys that were actually good looking came and gave you their number.. What would you do?” His eyes finally lifted up to look into yours.

“What? Where did this come from? Ben, you know I have eyes for you only. As long as you want me to, I will always love you.” You stroke his cheek affectionately trying to melt away any worries or insecurities he might have.

“Well then that’ll be for a long long time won’t it?” He smiled softly at you and you could almost see an imaginary tail wagging perked up at your response. “Yeah it certainly will be for a long time,” you chucked at his fast mood switch.

“Come here babe!” He called out to you as he grabbed your wrist to pull you out of your chair and into a big hug.

It stayed that way until the teacher had to literally drag him out when break was over because he refused to let go of you.

Gerard Jin

It’s no secret that you’re beautiful and it’s less of a secret that Gerard likes to admire your beauty.

Gerard’s gaze has been stuck to you ever since he first saw you. He always admires you like a painting in a museum.

Sometimes it isn’t noticeable that he’s admiring, because of his broccoli head no one really knew where his eyes were looking.

Other times, it’s a bit noticeable and you would make accidental eye contact. Always end up with him blushing.

The funny thing is that now that you're dating, he still blushes after you catch him staring at you.

Another thing is that since he also cut his hair, it's so easy to tell when he's looking at you.

"You're staring at me again.." you would call out to him. Sitting down next to him, you can see he laid down as he nuzzles his head with his arms.

"... You're beautiful," is all he would say. If you turn to look at him, you can see him becoming nervous.

It's honestly cute how nervous and shy he still gets even after dating you for a bit now.

"Oh.. I almost lost track of time because of you. I need to head to my part time," he started mentioning. "Well then let's go together!" You pat his head, signaling him to stand up.

Maybe because of the slight difference in height, it always felt safe to walk around him with. No matter where you went.

Suddenly a group of guys would come up to you. "Hey, we were wondering since you're pretty if you would give any of us a shot?" One of the guys at the front asked you.

Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, you were unsure of what to do. "They are really pretty aren't they?" Gerard would softly laugh as he put his arm around you.

Gerard trusts you so much that he feels like he doesn't need to reject guys for you. He knows that deep down you love only him.

Grabbing Gerard's hand and pulling yourself closer to him, you rejected their offer. The guys looked disappointed but they didn't try to persuade you any further. A no is a no and they understand that.

The trust that this guy has in you is so strong that not once has he ever doubted you. He knows many guys are trying to date you and yet he trusts that you respect the relationship enough to never give your number.

Every time someone flirts with you, he just holds you close. That's all he needs to know you're still there with him.

"How about I get you delicious chicken after my shift?" He would ask sweetly. "Employees discount! Plus Ttosikki Chicken is the best," He added, his mouth watering just at the thought.

"Chicken is a great comfort food don't you think?" He would say as he stops for a moment to peck your forehead for a moment.

Close to him, you can hear his heart beating for you only.

Alex go

Alex Go saved a whole universe in his past life. Or at least that's what he kept thinking when the most gorgeous person said they have feelings for him as well.

I mean what other reason would there be for this literal divine figure to like him.

Even Ben got jealous that Alex has such an amazing person. "Man, you really scored with y/n.. So lucky.. When will it be my turn," Ben would tell him the first time you guys started dating.

Yet at least Ben respected your relationship unlike other jerks who would not only swear they could totally win your heart if they tried but also beat Alex and put him in his place.

At first he tried to ignore it but the insults were starting to get to him and eventually he got into more fights than he needed to.

Ben was worried. More than anything, you were especially worried because you would always see the aftermath of the reckless fights he would get in.

As much as you hate it, you would always bandage his wounds as best as you could. Always begging him to please stop getting into so many unnecessary fights.

"Are we still up for pool?" You texted Alex just to make sure something didn't come up.

"Yeah of course. Can't wait to see you :)" Alex texted back as he put his phone in his pocket and hurried into the pool hall that by now he's probably a VIP customer.

You moved your way to the pool hall and as soon as you opened the door you saw Alex already waiting for you at the table the group always plays in.

“Game on y/n!” Alex greets you as he grabs your hand and leads you toward the game.

You could pick what the loser and winner gets and he wanted a kiss every time he won, really making him concentrate in the game.

He just kisses your cheek when it’s your turn to throw you off balance and it worked the first few times. Cheating? Yeah possibly but not according to him.

When it was his turn, the door suddenly fling open which startled the both of you. It also caused him to completely miss the shot and the ball going the opposite direction he wanted it to.

A bit annoyed but nevertheless tried to ignore them but them on the other hand? It was clear that they were interested in you two. You specifically.

One of the guys starts to approach your table and starts leaning against your pool table.

“I’m making the first move when it comes to talking, so I’m expecting you to make the first move when it comes to kissing.” He says as his body suddenly leans towards you, giving you a sly smirk.

“Back off prick.” Alex pushes him back and gets in between you. He is not taking this disrespect and right in front of him as well. The nerve of this guy.

“And who are you supposed to be? I don’t have time for idiots like you.” The guy starts laughing at him and that was the last straw Alex needed.

A fight broke out and you tried your best to control it. Eventually Alex beat them but he wasn’t in the mood to play anymore. Besides being ashamed of how easy it ticked him off, he left without another word.

You followed him, calling out to him trying to get his attention. Eventually he stopped and you were able to reassure him.

“I’m sorry y/n..” He whispered to the point you almost didn’t hear him. “Alex.. You know I care for you a lot so I get worried when you get into fights like that. I love you a lot and don’t want to accidentally lose you or anything.. You know?” You told him gently.

That hit a spot for Alex. He understands that feeling better than anyone else. “Yeah.. I know..”

“So promise me you won’t get into any more unnecessary fights okay? I treasure you so I don’t want you ruining that beautiful face of yours or I’ll personally throw hands!” Lifting your pinkie, he kisses you instead.

“I promise.”

Donald Na

Being in a relationship with Donald is a bit difficult at times.

That’s because he doesn’t go around saying you’re his partner or anything because he knows how easy of a target that would make you. Him being the Union leader and all of that.

But he still gets jealous whenever someone tries to make a move on you. Which unfortunately for him are very often.

This is why he always makes sure he creates time to spend with you. Always, If he can’t go announcing you’re his partner and to leave you alone. At least he can spend more time with you in private.

His favorite way to show everyone that you’re taken without necessarily having to announce it is to mark you.

He loves to put them everywhere on your body, your neck, collarbone, back, chest, and even stomach.

It shows everyone you’re his without people questioning it.

You were on a business dinner with the union when one of the guys that you’re trying to negotiate with won’t stop flirting with you.

You do subtle glances at Donald to see if he’s looking… Only to make eye contact with him every single time.

You try to play off the flirtiness and try to come across as professional but this guy just wouldn’t stop.

“I think this meeting is over. We’ll call you again next time to discuss things.” Donald called off the meeting suddenly. Most of the guys confused left.

Along with everyone else you tried to leave, when Donald called you. “Not you y/n.. I believe we still have many things to discuss,” he would say in a way that would give you shivers down the spine.

“Donald.. You know I wasn’t flirting,” you tell him and he nods. “Yes I know.. Come here for a second,” he says as he pats the seat next to him.

When you got close, he brushed your hair away. You gasp at the cold sudden hands.

“Oh.. I see,” he mentioned quietly. More to himself than anything as if taking a note.

“It seems like the marks are fading away y/n…” His fingers tracing the marks slowly.

“Don’t you think it’s time to redo them?” He got close to you enough that you could feel his breath on your collarbone.

“You have time for me.. Correct?”

Jake Ji

Jake loves to spend time with you even when you’re both not doing anything particularly together but still in each other's company.

You can tell when he gets jealous because he whines and gets all clingy.

You get flirted with a lot so it happens often. You've gotten used to it by now.

“Y/nnnnn, you still love me right? Even if those guys would have given you their number you would still only call me right?”

Although, there was an incident way before. Which honestly halved the people who now flirt with you.

He almost beat to death some assholes who kept harassing you when you said no to them multiple times. One of them even tried to corner you so you couldn’t run away from them anymore.

It was relieving to see your boyfriend but when you saw a face that even struck fear to you, you felt unsure on what to do or say.

He beat them up to the point they needed to be hospitalized but if you didn’t call out to him that day maybe they would have been in a cemetery rather than a hospital.

Really it took you completely by shock because you only knew one side of Jake up til this moment, which is the aloof and outgoing guy.

Easy to say, most if not all the guys who knew about the incident refused to flirt with you.

Yet those who didn’t, well we pray they don’t trigger something in jake to repeat the incident.

Well today you were on a small picnic with him, he was lying down reading his newest manga that he picked up.

A guy came up to you “Hi sorry to bother but my friend over there thinks you’re cute and he’s too shy to come ask for your number.” He said as he pointed to a group of friends who were elbowing one blond guy.

“Ah, sorry but I already have someone,” you would just reply as the guy bowed down and retreated away.

You turn around to look at Jake, a tiny bit worried about his reaction, only to see that he’s just staring into the other guy’s soul.

“Jake…” You called out to him as you waved your hand in front of his face. “Y/n to Jake?” you call out to him softly.

He just tilts his head to meet your eyes. “Y/n,” he called out to you in a serious voice.

“Do I not look like your boyfriend enough?” Is the very next thing that comes out of his mouth.

“What-” Before you even got to question him, he added another question. “Should I wear a shirt that says I’m y/n’s boyfriend?” He looks a bit too happy at the idea.

“Jake no-” “Jake yes!”

After the quick exchange he went back to reading his manga. The only difference is that now he’s laying on your legs. “You love me right?” A sudden question that Jake asked after a moment of silence.

“Jake, of course I do. You know that. I love you and no one will ever take your place. Ever.”

Days later, you realized… he wasn’t joking about the shirt.

Wolf Keum

You have been dating Wolf for a little bit now which means he has definitely noticed the amount of people that try to gain your number are a tad higher than average.

Honestly, he wasn’t trying to be possessive or come out as jealous all the time but the amount of people always checking you out was starting to be irritating.

One day, he noticed a guy who seemed way older than both of you was eyeing you. Something in his brain just clicked.. and he started to count.

‘1.. 2…’ and before he got to 3 the guy stopped looking. A sound of disapproval could be heard from him as you looked over wondering what was going on in his head.

From then on, he applies the 3 second rule to you as well. Now anyone that looked at either him or you for longer than 3 seconds would find themselves in Wolf's hands on an alleyway the next night.

It was late at night and Wolf suddenly texted you. “Sleeping?” Based on past experience, this either means that he’s in front of your house or that he was thinking about you and can’t sleep.

You look at your window to see a purple hair standing. He looked up to see your face as he waves and smiles.

Welp, time to get your coat. Meeting him outside, you wonder what he was up to this time.

“Are you hungry?” He softly put his arm around as he looked around. “Convenience store trip?” He asked again.

“Why not? Let’s go for it!” You told him as you leaned into his body warmth.

At the convenience store you got yourself some cookies and some snacks while Wolf didn’t get much snacks but only a drink and some cigarettes.

You sat on the table outside of the convenience store. There was a bit of wind but not enough to be too cold. In some form it was actually comforting.

Wolf smoked for a bit away from the table. He didn’t want the smoke to constantly be bothering you when you’re trying to eat.

Yet that’s when a big tall man came up to your table and was starting to flirt with you. You were starting to look uncomfortable as the man sat down on the chair where Wolf was going to sit.

Wolf noticed and he started to count. “1…” he got up from his crouching position “2..” he put out his cigarette and started to walk towards the table. “3…” he got in front of the guy and smiled. Well, well, well, what a good reason to pick a fight with this new prick.

He took his glasses off and put them on the table as the guy got up from the chair. “Are you deaf? I said, what are you smiling at?” Wolf didn’t hesitate as a punch immediately landed on the guy’s face.

Taken back a bit the guy tumbled backwards, he quickly recovered to land a hit on Wolf but it didn’t seem to affect him one bit.

Wolf only walked closer to him as the guy suddenly got nervous at his opponent. He punched him again only to get no reaction again..

Wolf got close and landed punch after punch after punch. When he was no longer reactive, Wolf was a bit disappointed in how quick he gave up.

“That’s it? Where’s the guy who tried to rob my girl? The guy who got all up in my face?” He said as he grabbed the guy by the hair, only to let him go and kick his head.

“Wolf..?” You called out from behind. “Nothing to see here, I’m done anyways. Sorry to keep you waiting,” he mentions as he gets close to you. Noticing he has blood on his hand he tries to clean it up.

“Tell me if anyone else bothers you,” He says as he hugs you. His heart was still pumping from the adrenaline he got from the fight.

“Anyone who dares to look at you for longer than 3 seconds.. I’ll put them back in their place because they clearly forget where their level is”

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whchenlvr · 2 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you could write for Teddy who has an S/O that decides to straddle him out of nowhere, and maybe if you can include Gerard as well and some of the other Eunjang boys?

straddling him ;

teddy jin x gn!reader

➤ you were feeling devious. teddy could tell just by the way your gaze would slide over to him every now and again

➤ since a few of his friends were on their way to visit for some light shopping, teddy shot a few warning looks your way

➤ “y/n, don’t even think about it.” “ohh, i’m thinking about it.”

➤ unfortunately for teddy, your random impulsive thoughts got the best of you, and when the two of you decided to sit and wait, you plopped yourself into your boyfriend’s lap

➤ tomato teddy incoming

➤ he’d totally stutter in surprise, which surprises you considering this isn’t some new thing

➤ you’re all about physical touch and love intertwining your arms with teddy’s or giving him hugs, so straddling him is nothing out of the ordinary for you

➤ in public though? okay, that was a but new

➤ also unfortunately for teddy, you’re laughing at how red his face is, still straddling him, when the other boys arrive

➤ “uhhhhhhh” they’d say, and you sit up with the biggest grin and wave like this is the most normal thing in the world. “hi guys!”

➤ needless to say, the boys teased teddy about patience while you skipped around giddily the rest of the day

#weak hero webtoon #weak hero #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #weak hero teddy #teddy jin #teddy #teddy jin imagine

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rdiowx · 1 year

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Sub Gerard Way x reader smut with kittenplay?

Screamed my head off when i saw this

KITTEN GEE

Gerard x gn!reader

Smut, kitten/pet play, sub!gerard, grinding, collars, Gerard being a little pathetic im not gonna lie, i have little to no experience with writing this so im doing my best, mention of plugs cause im evil like that, i completely forgot i was supposed to be writing this and was wondering why i felt like i was forgetting something, i was thinking basement gerard doesn’t basement gerard remind you of a cat?, begging, teasing,

Gerard was currently below your desk where he usually was, he even had a little bed down there so he didnt have to be away from you for too long. You had put the chords elsewhere so he didnt get them tangled or unplugged them on accident. Every once in a while you would reach underneath your desk to pet his hair, making him smile and melt into your touch. Gerard was such a good kitten for you and you wanted to show him. Up until now you had forgotten about the present you got him while he was at work today.

“Gee, i forgot to mention i had a present for you.” You spoke, leaning down to look at Gerard who was practically buzzing with excitement at this point. “You do?” He whispered, laying his head on your lap so you could pet him better. You made a noise of agreement and got up, making sure Gerard was following you as you made your way to the bedroom. You opened the bedroom door and went to go find where you put the present so gee didnt find it and ruin the surprise.

“Close your eyes gee.” You demanded from your place by the closet. After making sure he wasnt peeking you put the box in his outstretched hands before telling him to open his eyes. As he did he looked at it curiously before opening it. He gasped before looking up at you with a smile on his face.

“Thank you, can you put it on for me?” Gee questioned, holding it up to you. It was a simple collar, you thought of him when you saw it. It seems you were right to, he loved it as well. “Of course come here.” You responded, moving his hair out of the way before moving your hands to fasten it around his neck. “Comfy?” You asked, kissing his shoulder afterwards. Gee nodded in response, looking back at you to kiss you.

“Im glad you like it gee, do you wanna try it out?” You questioned, gee nodded enthusiastically in response, still sitting on the bed perched on his knees. He wasnt in much, just an oversized shirt his boxers and socks. He really wasnt about to be in anything in a few minutes though. You knew that he did however have in the plug you put in him earlier, making sure to grab his hips and force him to grind down onto the sheets.

He let out a quiet moan at that before putting his head into the crook of your neck. “Don’t be like that..” Gerard whispered. You giggled before moving to take his shirt off. “Im sorry, i couldn’t resist.” You apologized teasingly, making sure to pinch his chest slightly making him jump at the sensation. He whined, shooting you a pathetic look. You only smirked in response, moving to palm Gerard through his boxers.

It didnt take long for gerard to get impatient and remove his clothes. You were pretty impatient as well, but you still had some dignity. Gerard seemed to be absolutely shameless though, he was practically begging at this point. All he wanted to do was to be inside of you but, you insisted on teasing him. As you hovered over him he was leaking at point, voice cracking as he let out pleas.

You finally took pity on him, sinking down to take all of him as a moan of relief was heard from gerard. Gerard could barley form a intelligible sentence, only broken ones consisting of curses and whines. You couldn’t blame him, the friction of the plug inside of him while he was inside of you was sickening, pleasurable. In all honesty you didnt know how long the both of you were going to last.

Gerards collar complemented his now sweat covered skin, glistening from the dim light of your shared room. You were sure he was braindead at this point as drool escaped his agape mouth. If you said this wasn’t a pretty sight you’d just be wrong, it’s one of your favorites too. Gerards eyes were screwed shut as he tried and failed to buck his hips up into you. Your legs were getting tired from riding him but you could tell he was getting close from the way his moans and whines got louder.

Your suspicions were confirmed when he let out a broken moan. “Cumming- cumming!” Gerards twitching triggered your orgasm, causing you to ride out both of your orgasms before pulling off of him so you both could breath. You were both breathing heavily and covered in sweat, gerard was still whining probably from the foreign feeling on his cock from being inside of you for so long.

You both decided to wait until you calmed down to get up and get cleaned. However you did have a water bottle on the nightstand by your bed that you both shared. “Did you like your present gee?” You asked, smirking at him a little. “Of course i did.” Gerard responded before taking a drink from the shared water bottle.

#mcr x reader #mcr x reader smut #gerard way x reader #gerard way x reader smut #gerard way smut #mcr smut

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spittingbloodandscreaming · 4 months

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oddly specific maybe, but could you please write a smut fic w habit and a reader thats the lead singer in a band? gn or ftm, either or X3

I love this one!! I'm so sorry for the wait :(( I hope you like it!! This is a the first time someone requested a ftm fic and I love it.

HABIT x FTM,lead singer Reader

WARNINGS: biting, blood, mild possessiveness, idk playful slut shaming?

I envisioned gerard ways stage performances when I wrote this I hope that comes through

The set had just ended, and lord was it a high-energy show. By the time you’re done packing up, you’re still covered in glitter and sweat, your throat is raw and sore, and all you can think about is falling face-first into the bed of your motel and sleeping for a week. And that’s just what you do.

Not long after picking up, you’re struggling with a finicky keycard. You sigh, jamming the keycard in the slot and shoving your shoulder against the door. Surprisingly, that worked. You open the door to see Habit sitting on the bed in the center of the room, staring you down with a sinister grin that you don't take the time to acknowledge. Instead, you walk straight to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. As you wash your hands, Habit greets you in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and staring you down. You give him a look as you shake the water off your hands, waiting for him to say something.

“I saw you out there. Pretty impressive, y’know.” His voice is plain, you can’t tell if he’s genuinely impressed or not. He seems bitter. You roll your eyes light-heartedly as you walk past him, sitting on the edge of the bed to take your shoes off. “Was the moaning into the mic really necessary though?” There it is! He’s being a jealous bastard. You let out a small laugh before tossing your shoes towards the door.

“Well, yeah, it’s written into the song.” You put your feet up on the bed, stretching yourself out and thanking everything that you chose semi-comfortable clothes to perform in.

“I know damn well it wasn’t! C’mon, you really did not need the fan service.” You aren’t paying much attention to what Habit’s saying, you’re more focused on the fact that he’s within perfect kicking range. So you kick him. Gently, of course, but enough to earn a surprised scoff. He throws his head back, putting the back of his hand against his forehead theatrically in mock betrayal. “I can’t believe you! First, you act like a harlot on stage, and now this! I just can’t believe you.” You scoff in response, putting your hand to your chest.

“Harlot?” You say in mild surprise. “Who do you think you are?” You sit up, supporting yourself with your hands behind you.

“Oh sorry, would you prefer manwhore? A complete and total slut?” You laugh, but Habit seems very committed to being serious. You take the opportunity to play tackle him, which quickly ends with you being pinned against the bed. He’s very proud of his victory, and you suppose you’ll let him have that. He moves to press a rather aggressive kiss to your lips, and that’s all it takes to make you aggressively aware of how this is gonna work out. You can’t help but wonder how much glitter is gonna be on Habit at the end of this. He trails one of his hands up your torso, landing it right on your throat for higher leverage. He squeezes lightly, just enough to constrict your breathing uncomfortably. He bites your lip, shoving his tongue in your mouth the second you open it. As soon as you let your guard down his hands are all over you.

Habit moans into your mouth, moving his knee in between your legs, pressing against your crotch. You yelp when he nips at your tongue, slapping his shoulder and getting your wrist pinned above your head as a result. He spends a while feeling you up like that before moving down to bite your neck, and he bites hard. You think he’s trying to rip out your jugular the way his teeth are digging into you, and when you try to shove him off, he just bites down harder. You’re so sure you’re bleeding, but by the time he gets off you his hand is down your pants, fingers toying with your tdick. He gives you a long, deep kiss before pulling away.

“Oh so loud rabbit. Tellin’ everyone around how good I’m making you feel, huh?” You nod, closing your eyes tight. It really shouldn’t feel this good, but being on the road and all, you haven't really been touched in weeks. He teases your entrance a while before shoving his middle and ring finger into you, angling everything just right—you just about cry, and he’s not even close to done yet. He’s not even making an attempt to stretch you out, he’s just looking for reasons to mock you for being sensitive. “Rabbit I’m surprised, you normally last a lot longer than this don’t you?” He speaks so condescendingly, leaning down, his cheek against yours, and you're pressed tightly against him. He couldn’t have been touching you for more than three minutes, and you’re already at your first whining orgasam.

Now, Habit is lifting you off the bed slightly, enough to get your pants down and as soon as they're off he's undoing his own. He just can't help it, I mean how else is he gonna prove you're his? You deserve a treat after such a good performance. Or maybe you deserve a punishment for painting yourself like that in front of so many people. Habit can't decide which, so he'll mix both. He barely has to line himself up he knows your body so well, and as soon as he's ready—which is the second he has the chance—he's ramming into you so hard you're about 80% sure he's gonna shatter your cervix if he goes on like that.

All of it aside, Habit still has you screaming and grabbing at the sheets like your life depends on it. He keeps his pace and intensity as he bends down to suck dark hickies into your neck. The combination of him biting—practically chewing on your neck and how full he's making you is almost unbearable. It's just not enough for Habit, though, so he has absolutely no choice but to reach a hand down and jerk you off. That sends you into an absolute frenzy—you're arching your back, pressing yourself against him and simultaneously trying to get away from him, and he's not sure if he's amused or annoyed by your defiance. He moves to grab both of your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head and getting more aggressive with his biting. This time, you know he drew blood, ‘cause when he comes up to kiss you it's dripping down his chin and smeared across his lips, and when he goes in for a kiss you taste it—salty and metallic.

Habit moves down to lick up the blood he drew, and as he does so he hits something just right it makes your dick twitch and throb against his fingers. He moves just a little faster, almost growling. “C'mon rabbit, cum for me cum on my dick.” You nod, moaning his name loud enough the people next door bang on the connecting wall. Habit laughs, leaning in to lick all the way up the side of your face.

“My good rabbit, huh?”

#everymanhybrid fanfiction #everymanhybrid smut #habit everymanhybrid #everymanhybrid x reader #habit x reader smut #everymanhybrid #habit x reader #slendererse x reader #slenderverse #slenderverse fanfiction #nsft fanfic #nsft

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sleepy-gee · 4 months

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Gerard Way Master list - all of my fics that have to do with g way :P

Key:

Fluff - ✧ Angst - x Self insert - ❤(color depends- red means fem!reader, blue is masc!reader, purple means gn!reader) Bold title means oneshot. italic means multiple chapters Finished multichapter fic - !

*note- some of these fics dont have their own tumblr posts because i started to use this account a little while after i had begun writing :]

let it snow: ao3 / tumblr 💜┊ ✧

Your first Christmas with your husband.

snowed in: ao3 / tumblr 💜┊ ✧

A snow storm blows out the power, leaving you trapped in an ATM vestibule with a certain celebrity crush of yours.

the weather outside is frightful: ao3 / tumblr 💙┊ ✧

Christmas in the Zones- Who would've thought such a thing existed? It's barely celebrated because of hundreds of reasons- The desert isn't the most Christmas-y climate, everything you find is used for survival, and there aren't any goddamn trees to decorate. Still, that doesn't mean the spirit of it is lost- Renamed 'Giving Day', celebrated through a vigil, you find yourself getting the best, yet most unexpected gift of all.

i love you to the bones: ao3 💜┊x

(inspired by the netflix original movie 'to the bone') Life has been worse than the shit they stuff inside the cigarettes you so desperately crave.. But at least he's there.

nights like this: ao3 💜┊x

Gender neutral reader is struggling from recovering from an eating disorder. Gerard comforts them.

Cold Nights & Warm Hugs: ao3 💜┊ ✧

It's been a little rough, but luckily, as you sit outside in the dead of night and in the freezing rain, you aren't alone.

mascara: ao3 / tumblr 💜┊x

Going out with a vampire wasn't easy. Especially because of their short tempers.(OR: vamp!gee accidentally hurts human!reader)

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xdivyxd · 5 months

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Hey there! 🖤

Can you make a Gerard Way and Y/N story Inspired By a song "Lover" By Taylor Swift?

I would appreciate that! :-)

Omg you have no idea how much I love this idea!!!

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

Word count :767

Pairing: Gerard way x gn!Reader (no use of pronouns)

Description : so basically moments for Gerard and y/n's relationship inspired by lyrics in the song lover. I left the bridge and the end cuz omg I love this bridge sm!! Also what I wrote is the type of love that I want to have so badly

Gener: fluff (finally writing something that is not depressing)

Warning : none

'We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January. And this is our place, we make the rules'

"Do you think it's time to take the Christmas decorations already?" Gerard asked as he entered the living room, I turned to look at him, a fake disgusted look on my face, pretending to be offended by his question

"And why would we do that exactly?" I raised my right hand and placed it on my heart

"Cuz it's the end of January, all the other neighbors took theirs down" his soft laugh filled the room as I dramatically got up and walked towards him, my hands grasping at his arms as I looked him in the eyes dead serious "they. Are. Boring." I nodded quickly, he smiled at me "Christmas lights are fun. And this is pur house so we do whatever we want" I dramatically gestured towards the Christmas tree

He laughed again, his arms wrapping around my waist as he planted a soft kiss of my temple "we do whatever we want" He whispered in my ear as I smiled knowing that as long as I have him by side the Christmas decorations can stay up forever.

'Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years'

I remember telling my mom "He's the one I'm telling you!" I had just come back from our second date, I was still living with my mother, I was 20, i didn't know anything but for some reason I knew even then that Gerard is the one, mom didn'tbelieveme and i remember telling her "He's the one. I can feel it. It doesn't matter if I know him for only a few minutes or for many many years, he's my one."

Now I sit in Gerard's and mine's apartment, watching a movie with the man I love

'Can we always be this close?'

I rest my head on Gerard's shoulder, our fingers linked together, he kisses my forehead, I look outside the window at the view we pass by the tour bus

He randomly whispers "I love you" and I whisper it back

We shear secret moments that are just for the two of us, even though the boys are on the bus, sitting not to far from us, talking about whatever

"I like having you close, it's like our hearts beat at the same pace" I whispered in his ear, he turned to meet my lips "please stay this close to me forever" he softly said and I nodded "I forever will"

'We could let our friends crash in the living room, This is our place. We make the call'

"It's fine if the guys stay over tonight? Too drunk to drive home" Gerard came into our room, I put my book down and smiled "of course they can. I live early tomorrow I have band rehearsal so you guys have the house if you need"

He nodded and leaned down to kiss my lips "You're the best" looking at him, I know the only important thing in my life is us, and the rest is just background noise so I didn't mind if the band stays here, besides I like them they're my friends too

'I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all'

"Damn has it really been three years since the two of you got together? " Ray asked as he put his glass back down on the table "it seems like only yesterday day Gerard came home and announced that he's inlove" mikey added, all of us laught at the fact that Gerard throw a napkin his way. Gerard's hand holding mine and resting on my thigh "three years" I said proudly, knowing that my man and I are planing on having many more years ahead of us "forever" Gerard said "right?" His eyes met mine "I want all my years to be spend by your side" I said, forgetting that we were out to dinner with the guys "aw you two are adorable and all but I want to be able to hold my food down" frank joked and broke us out of our bubble.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover. My heart's been borrowed, and yours has been blue, All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover, And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me, And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover.

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lunarwritesthings · 1 year

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Tears Are Natural

Paring: Husband!Gerard x Gn!Reader

Fandom: My Chemical Romance

Request: Yes, by anon

Summary: Gerard has an extremely rough day but the reader is there to comfort him.

Prompts: #34 "You look like you could use a hug.", #31 "Just breathe.", #35 "Let it all out...I'm here for you.", #32 "I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."(they are used in that order.)

Note: Husband Gee because I feel like he's an amazing, adorable husband. also, I hope Gerard anon likes this :)

Life. Everyone has experienced it, but for some, it was easy. For others, it was quite the opposite. Having a lot of ups and downs. For one Gerard Way, life had a lot of ups and downs.

A few of the ups were well-known. Those being his brother and two best friends, the band, and the fans. A lesser known up, due to mutual agreement was you. You were one of if not the best up in Gerard's life. Now that doesn't mean his life didn't have downs.

That leads to the current day. It was a day that was not at all going well for Gerard. Gerard was well aware that the day was not going to be a good one. How? He simply knew by the way he woke up with no real energy to do much.

Now, of course, Gerard tried to push it aside and tried to be productive. He had comics and songs he needed to work on, but he was not in the best mood to write. Mental health is a very normal thing and something Gee has openly talked about struggling with. That doesn't mean he'll always talk when it's affecting him and his day.

You always made sure Gee need you were there for him regardless of what he might need. You never minded calming his worries and comforting him. It was just hard to do this when at times Gee could be stubborn and put himself into his work. Now he never really liked the work he did on a bad day and would end up redoing another day anyway.

You had a feeling something was off with Gee. Yes, he was a quiet person but he'd still say good morning and see if you had any plans. Simply but it was Gee's way of showing he cared about your morning and day even if he wasn't always awake enough to process what you were saying.

Another and probably the biggest sign was him going to his office and locking himself in there. Gee only did that when he was having an off day and "didn't want to make you deal with it" as he would say, you would always tell him you had no problem being there even if it was just as a shoulder to cry on.

As the day when on Gerard was getting more stressed, anxious, and overworked. Gerard was trying to put more energy than he had into his work but it wasn't going well which only adds to his day. Gee had no idea how much time had passed nor knew how long he'd been sitting in his office staring at a half-drawn comic page.

Another thing Gerard didn't realize was the panic attack that was slowly coming. He didn't realize what had been going on until he heard the office door open. Standing there leaning against the door was you. Gee was definitely not prepared for what you were about to say.

"You look like you could use a hug." It was said with a knowing look. Gee sighed and nodded he could deny his feelings any longer. Gee didn't even realize that he was starting to panic until you had said "Just breathe." Normally Gerard would unknowingly say everything when this happened how he had tried to pretend that he was okay longer than normal so trying to talk and think about everything made him more stressed.

Everything Gerard was feeling hit him in one big wave, and all he could do was break down and all you could do is hug him. It comforted Gerard to hear you being accepting of it. "Let it all out...I'm here for you." A simple sentence that brought a lot of comfort to Gerard.

Once Gerard had calmed down quite a bit you pulled him away from the hug slightly and took any worry left in his mind away by telling him "I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay." It was something that he truly needed to hear.

You had managed to get him out of his office and back to the bedroom where you told him to get comfortable while you grabbed his favorite food and drinks. When you got back to the bedroom the first thing you saw was Gee cuddling into the blanket, clearly waiting for you.

After setting when you had brought to the room on the bedside table you laid down next to Gerard who immediately cuddled into your side. It was obvious that Gee was tired, so you played with his hair knowing it would make him fall asleep and it did. At the end of the day, all that truly matted was tomorrow was a new and fresh start.

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disenchantingwrites · 1 year

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Rainbow Nails • G.W

Gerard's trying to mind his own business, but suddenly you attack him with several bottles of nail polish and demand that you paint his nails.

Gerard Way x GN!Reader

A/N: i've been addicted to painting my nails lately, and decided to project my own wishes with this ficlet. <3

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With North America's tour leg having ended a short while ago, Gerard was more than happy to take some time to relax before they had to return to the stage. Most of it was spent with you, whenever you were available, or he used the time to write more lyrics or draw, or plan the fourth instalment for Umbrella Academy.

Today, however, was different. You had a day off work, yet Gerard had not seen you since that morning, as you'd claimed you had things to do in the room you'd claimed as an 'emergency office' for yourself. It was only there due to you being forced to stay home when the pandemic was rampant, but now you rarely touched it. However, today, Gerard hadn't seen you leave it once.

So he remained in the living room, taking a rare look at the tags and mentions that came up on their social media. The joy from the fans only solidified the grin that settled upon his face and cemented the zealous feeling which had resided within him over the past few months.

"Gee!" They barely managed to react to your call before you bounded over and spilled the contents of your arms over the coffee table. Confounded, Gerard tucked his phone away and sat straighter, taking in the sight before him.

"Why do you have tons of nail polish?" He inquired, unable to contain the laugh that ticked his throat.

"I want to paint your nails, obviously," you replied with a roll of your eyes.

They eyed your own hands as you scrounged up the bottles which had fallen to the floor. "Don't tell me I haven't seen you all day because you were doing your nails."

You frowned, then glanced at where their eyes were fixed, and let out a soft laugh. "No, don't worry. I actually was doing some work I needed to finish, but then I got bored and dug these out from... pretty much everywhere. I didn't realise we were such nail polish hoarders."

"I'm not surprised by it," Gerard hummed, taking a survey of the colours you displayed in front of him.

"Now," you began, "I can keep it simple, if you want, or you can have a little fun with it and let me add some funky designs." You held out your hands, displaying the small pumpkin and ghost you'd added to your pinkies. "The only rule is that you have to chose more than one colour, otherwise it's boring."

"I have to?" Gerard faked a frown. You nodded, now frowning yourself, befuddled by their reaction. "Well, I guess you won't mind if I choose a colour for every finger then."

You grinned and slightly narrowed your eyes at your husband for concerning you. "Okay, you can pick ten, but do you want glitter top coat, holographic, or just a plain?"

"Let's just do plain for now, just so we don't overdo it." You nodded, accepting his choice.

"You know," you spoke up, resting your arms on the table, followed by your head on your arms as you peered up at Gerard.

"Hm?" Gerard hummed, glancing over to you as he began to select the colours they wanted.

"I really love you when you do this like this with me," you finished, your lips curling into a tender grin as Gerard's attention returned to you.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a sap?" Gerard teased, toying with one of the nail polish bottles.

"You, funnily enough," you replied, unable to bite back your amused smile, "all the time."

Gerard let out a soft chuckle. "Hm, probably because I love you for that."

"Gee," you cooed. "Okay, no, stop, before I start crying. I need to do your nails."

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chans-room · 10 months

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snorky · 6 months

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Desert Drifting

Hey y’all! This piece is more experimental in my opinion since I tried to merge this story with an existing fictional universe, so I apologize if the quality isn’t the best. The universe is the Danger Days/True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys Universe, written by Gerard Way and Shaun Simon, which is a lovely comic series you should check out. All credits go to those folks for anything relating to that universe in this story! Flashbacks are in italics. I hope you all enjoy this, and take care of yourself!

Pairing: Vince Dunn x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Mentions of sci-fi weapons, Some violence + hurt (slight blood); (Let me know if I need to add anything)

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“Dunn! Slow down!”

He drifted his old Mustang Fastback down the desert road, kicking up a cloud of dirt in the process.

“No way, darlin’!” He laughed maniacally. “You’ll live!”

The sky had an array of golden and burnt orange hues as an aftermath of the Helium Wars. Radiation occasionally fizzed from the carcasses of poor animals that didn’t escape the firefight in time.

His curly hair seemed to glow in the sun, his face darkly handsome when the shadows of his face were apparent. A soft smile was on his face as he maneuvered the car in sharp curves and turns at high speeds, quite the opposite of their scared expression.

Vince, or his new nickname he took on after he fled from Battery City, Dunn, lived in Zone 6, far enough that he didn’t have to worry about getting caught by Draculoids sent out by Better Living Industries, but not far enough where he could keep his guard down.

“Dunn! We’ve got to get back before sundown, the Dracs are probably on our way from Route Guano!” They stuck their head out of the car window frantically, checking for any Dracs out on the horizon.

“Just one more loop, promise,” Dunn spoke softly, catching their attention.

They sighed, “Fine, but if you get caught in a fight, I’m not helping you tonight,”

Dunn looked over at them, smirking. He knew well that they would help him anyway. After all, they’ve known each other for the past two years out in the Zones.

Grabbing the steering wheel, he quickly turned his car around and then switched into the highest gear possible. The engine seemed to roar around the both of them, like a beast trying to fight for its life. As he drifted his car to go back to their quarters, they spotted a couple of Dracs on motorcycles heading their way.

“Dang it, grab your blaster!” They quickly pulled out theirs and leaned out the window to aim at them.

Whips of rays came hurling towards them, causing them to duck back into the car for cover. Dunn grabbed the steering wheel with one hand, while the other held a ray gun pointed at the Draculoids.

After firing a couple of shots, hitting one of the five Draculoids, he pulled over on the side and got out of the car quickly. They followed suit, staying low to the ground to avoid getting hit.

Looking over the top of Dunn’s Mustang, they could see the Dracs aiming for them rapidly, firing one shot after another without remorse. His car was getting pelted with each laser that struck it, dents and burns evident.

Each close call came buzzing past them, one after another, the zap of the lasers burning the air. They could hear each missed shot hitting the ground, displacing the sand and gravel right next to them.

Quickly standing up, they fired a few shots at the Dracs, some completely missing and some hitting them directly. Dunn did the same, with a few of his shots grazing a Drac’s shoulder or leg.

As he stood up, trying to fire the final shot at the one remaining Drac, he was hit in the calf, the whir of the laser sounding past him. He dropped to the ground in pain, taking his bandana to wrap around his leg for a temporary solution.

“Damn it!” he hissed.

They quickly looked over at him, and then turned their head back towards the Drac, pulling the trigger to seal the fate of it. When the final Drac dropped to the ground, they quickly ran over to where Dunn was and checked on him.

“Dunn! Get in the car!” They slung his arm over their shoulder, helping him to get back into the car. When he tried to get into the driver’s side, they stopped him. “I’m driving, get in the backseat.”

He hesitantly limped towards the rear of his car and opened the door. Sliding into the backseat, he rested his injured leg onto his jacket that he set down so as to not get blood on the interior of his car.

They turned on the ignition and quickly shifted gears to get back to their quarters before more Dracs could arrive. The sunset seemed to fade quicker as the night sky began to loom over in the opposite direction. The Mustang sped down the road, wind rushing past them through the open windows.

Just in a few minutes, they arrived back at their quarters. It was an abandoned convenience store, considering that after the wars, no one needed groceries in this area, besides those who decided to move into the desert. Dunn’s group that formed out in the Zones spruced up the run-down place well with some trinkets and furnishings they found on the side of the road.

“Lars! Cann! We need backup!” They shouted as they got out of the car.

The two men came rushing out of the front entrance, running towards the car that was haphazardly parked in front of the building. They opened the back door and helped Dunn out of the car, leading him back into the building.

“Sit down right here,” they said as they set Dunn down on a booth chair. “I’m going to get a med kit, so don’t you think about getting up,”

“Ouch, grouchy, huh?” He chuckled as they walked away.

“I swear Dunn—”

“Hey, hey,” he laughed. “Can’t an injured man joke a bit?”

They shouted from the back storage area, “No.”

“Take it easy on Dunn,” Lars sighed. “The pain hasn’t settled yet,”

They came back out from the storage area carrying the medical supplies needed to help Dunn with his wounds.

“Do we need any more supplies like aid kits or general things?” Cann asked.

“Yeah we do,” they sighed.

As they knelt in front of him to be level with his leg, they tapped on his knee to get his attention. “Take your pants off,”

He looked at them in false offense, “My, my—” he placed his hand on his chest. “Not even going to take me out for dinner first?”

“No, Dunn.” They looked at him with a stern face. “So that I can stop you from getting an infection.”

He sighed, sliding his pants down his leg, careful not to further injure his wound. They inspected the area of injury, and luckily for Dunn, the wound wasn’t too serious.

“Okay, good news,” They said looking up at him, making eye contact, “you aren’t bleeding out severely! The heat of the laser essentially cauterized your wound as it made contact,” they explained. “Bad news, I’m still going to need to clean the wound and surrounding areas to prevent an infection.”

His smile disappeared as fast as it came. “Oh,”

“And you probably shouldn’t go on supply runs or drive for the next few days,” they added.

His shocked expression turned into sadness, “But, what am I supposed to do for the next few days? Nap? Stare at the empty desert?” he listed.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that you can’t go and fight either, that’s a high-risk activity.” They inspected his wound, still slightly bloody.

Taking an alcohol pad, they started to clean the surrounding area of the wound as Dunn started to complain and groan. “Booooring—ah!” He hissed as the alcohol grazed the wound.

“Doctor’s orders, Dunn,”

“You’re not a doctor,”

They looked up at him, a cocky smirk drawn on his face. “Neither are you,” they shrugged. When they finished cleaning and bandaging Dunn, they got up and walked to their bunk, which was just a mattress on the ground behind the counter.

“Going to sleep already?” he loudly spoke as they walked.

“Yeah, we need to go on a supply run tomorrow since we are going to be out of food here.” They turned around to look at him. “And by ‘we need to go on a supply run’ I mean I need to.”

He frowned, “You got my hopes up, darling.”

“Deal with it.”

Silence hung in the air between the both of them, with Dunn sitting in the booth all by himself, and them standing, leaning against the counter. He looked at them with the saddest eyes he could try to make, in an attempt to make them feel guilty.

“Okay you can come along but I’m driving and you are going to be the passenger princess,” they sighed caving in, resting their head in their hand.

“You’re the best.” He grinned. As he tried to get up, he limped slightly as he tried to walk to his bunk.

“Dunn—” They quickly walked over to him to help him walk.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” He chuckled as he tried to reassure them.

They scoffed. “Like hell you are,”

He hesitantly put his arm over their shoulder, allowing them to help him walk to his bunk. The night was settling down and it remained quiet outside. Once Dunn was sitting on his bed, they got up and walked to their own bunk.

He watched them as they were walking, and spoke out, “Rest well, okay?”

Turning around, they looked at Dunn, looking back at them, “You too,”

The next morning, Lars and Cann went out on a supply run, leaving a note on the counter for Dunn and them to find. They found it before he did and disappointment filled them slightly.

“Damn, should’ve let them known,” they sighed.

Dunn peeked out from the corner of his bunk, “Known what?”

They jumped at the sound of his voice, not expecting him to be up at this time of morning, “Dunn, what the hell—”

“I’m hungry,”

“Well yeah, that’s why the other two are on a supply run at the moment.”

He grumbled like a moody teenager, walking out the front door.

“Hey!” They whistled at him. “You’re injured—”

“I’m not going on a drive or anything! ‘Doctor’s orders!’” He mockingly said.

They followed after him, in case of an emergency where Dunn couldn’t defend himself. He well could, but his injury hindered him slightly. He was strong, quick-witted, and could fight a couple of Dracs on his own pretty well.

As they stepped outside, the hot desert air mixed with the radiation became slightly unbearable, their sweat sticking to their skin and clothes.

“Dunn, it is hell out here what are you doing?” They looked around, trying to spot where he was.

He stood in front of his Mustang in a white tank top covered in car oil and dirt, shirt discarded somewhere nearby. The hood of the car was propped up, and it was apparent that he was trying to work on something within his car.

“Car’s acting up, sounded a little off last night when you drove me back.” He looked up at them as if they were the cause to blame.

They stuck their hands up beside their head as if to plead innocence. “Quit lookin’ at me like that, for all I know it could’ve been the fact that some blasts smoked your car,”

Dunn looked up from under the hood of his car, his sweat making his hair stick to his forehead slightly, “That’s not how cars work,” he chuckled.

“Your car is from like what, 1967?”

“1967, but with maintenance and repairs to keep it running smoothly.”

“High maintenance,” they added. “Last time your car completely broke down was a couple of days ago near Zone 4.”

“And so did you, you’re pretty high maintenance,” he laughed.

They rolled their eyes at him and stood against the wall, watching him continue to work on his car. Dunn stood there, the sun gleaming on his skin, muscles flexing as he worked under the hood of his car.

“What’cha starin’ at?” he said teasingly.

“Making sure you don’t injure yourself again.”

“You sure that’s not just an excuse to look at me in a tank, darling?” He winked.

They groaned in annoyance while Dunn just laughed at them. “Be grateful I haven’t tried to beat some sense into you,”

“You wouldn’t do it anyway, I’m too precious to you.” He was right, and both of them knew it.

He continued to work on the car as they talked mindlessly about whatever was on their mind. Topics ranging from random anecdotes from the Zones, campfire stories and legends, to more serious things, the ‘what ifs’ of their lives.

“Remember that time you decided it would be funny to try and fight Larsy while we were out camping?

“Pfft—” He wiped his hand on a rag. “No, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied. “But I do remember that time where you tried riding Cann’s motorbike and fell,”

They cringed as they thought back about it. As they turned the motorbike, their center of balance was thrown off and they ended up on the ground with some scrapes on their hips, dust and dirt covering their clothes. Their body ended up being slightly bruised at the area of collision with the ground and they were sore for the next few days.

“Jeez, that was terrible,” they laughed awkwardly. “But I’m better at riding now.”

“Yeah, but can you drag race?” Dunn asked quizzically.

“Yeah, of course.” They kicked their foot into the ground idly, bringing up dust. “How else did I get the fifty-dollars for us a few months ago?”

“I don’t know,” he looked up at them, “you said you were going on a supply run? I thought you traded a crap ton of scrap metal for that,”

“No? I was racing,” they stated. “Someone bet fifty that I couldn’t beat them,”

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It was a late summer evening that day, the sun still up in the sky pridefully. Plenty of people were racing, lined up on the side of the road, watching as fast cars and motorcycles whipped past them.

“Hey you, in the navy jacket,” someone shouted at them.

They looked over, spotting the person yelling at them. He had mid-length messy black hair, a yellow shirt, and a ripped up black jean jacket. His stature was shorter than average, but he looked to have a larger build, mostly muscle. “Yeah, you alright?”

“Me and you, race? I’ll bet fifty,”

Looking at the man in front of them, they put on a confused expression. “Why?”

“You look confident,” he shrugged.

“Alright.” They stuck out their gloved hand for him to shake. “Fifty it is.”

He shook their hand firmly, sealing the deal. “I’ll go notify Show Pony, they’ll set us up for the next race.” They nodded and waited as he walked away. Shortly after the last race finished, he ran up to them. “Snagged us a spot, follow me.” He waved his hand as he walked in the direction of the start.

Once they were at the starting line, the tension was high. They got on top of their motorbike and put their helmet on. Grabbing the handles, they leaned forward, maintaining a steady balance. Their mind raced, wondering how they were supposed to give a stranger fifty dollars if they lost the bet.

He looked over at them, as if it was going to be an easy win. “Don’t stress it, I’ll take it easy on you,” he chuckled.

They turned their eyes onto him in annoyance and returned their attention back to the stretch of road in front of them.

“Three—” Silence enveloped the desert air.

“Two—” The wind rushed past both of them, rustling the dirt.

“One—” They both revved their engines, anticipation boiling the air like the sun.

The revolver rang in their ears, signaling the start of the race. They twisted their throttle, sending them forward on the motorcycle. As they continued to accelerate, they kept their eyes forward, focusing on the end.

People cheered loudly, clapping and hollering as both vehicles ripped down the road at an insanely fast speed, most likely gaining the attention of people passing by.

The desert scenery seemed to fly right past them, disappearing and coming quickly. Adrenaline coursed through their veins as they continued down the road, engine growling beneath them. The hot sun started to make them sweat, causing their jacket to stick to their skin uncomfortably.

However, they didn’t allow that to distract them as they continued to speed up, lowering their body to reduce air resistance. As they both approached the finish line, the crowd became more loud within the final meters.

When they crossed the finish line, it seemed like he crossed it as well at the same time. Their vehicles came to a stop and they both stepped off and out of them.

Silently, they both walked back to the finish, Show Pony standing there. “I am proud to announce,”

Nervousness seeped into them. If they didn’t win then they’d owe that guy fifty dollars, which was much more than they had at hand at the moment.

“The winner of this race is—” They grabbed their hand and raised it high in the air. The crowd started to roar, hollering all sorts of complements and congratulations as he handed the money to them.

“Good one, kid.” He walked away towards his car and drove off, and they couldn’t tell if he was upset or not.

—

Dunn closed the hood of his car as he finished repairing it, listening to them telling their story. “Damn, you did all of that?” He leaned against the car, crossing his arms in front of him.

“It wasn’t much, plus we were tight on money that month,”

He looked at them with a genuine smile, “Thank you.”

They smiled back and hummed, allowing silence to overtake the both of them. The scorching sun stood at midday, beaming downwards.

“Car should be fixed now,” he broke the silence. “Should we take it on a test drive?” He asked, looking up at them.

“Yeah, let’s see how good you fixed it for now,” they chuckled.

They both got into the car, Dunn on the passenger side, and them on the driver’s. As they drove off, the car seemed to run smoothly without any strange sounds or noises coming from the engine.

“Sounds pretty good so far, right?”

Nodding their head, they continued to drive down the road. “Yup, pretty smooth.”

The slight breeze that came as they drove was refreshing compared to the sun, which seemed hotter than ever.

“I’m going to turn back,” they spoke as they turned the car around. “Don’t want to waste gas,”

He nodded in agreement as they continued to drive back to their quarters. The drive back was mostly silent, but it was quickly broken by him talking. “What if I never tried to run away? What if I stayed in Battery City?”

They turned their head, looking over at Dunn, who was sitting comfortably in his tank, now mostly covered in dust, oil, and sweat. “I don’t know,” they whispered, barely vocal over the sound of the car. “I just know that you wouldn’t be out here today.”

“Well I’m glad I ran then.” He smiled.

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