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Killjoys Never Die 15/15 - Save Yourself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fun!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jump in,” Novocaine shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then they were out of sight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m never letting you go again.”

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

“Neither will I.”

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

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

“She’s there.”

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

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

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

Until now.

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

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

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

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

“Keep running!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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It’s Me

fun ghoul x reader

genre: angst/comfort

desc: Reader doesn’t remember, but Ghoul does.

word count: 1.5k

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Smoke, sweat, dirt. Gasoline, mint, cinnamon.

A smell you could remember, but not from where. It tackled you, engulfing your senses. You were so confused - what was happening?

You grunt, try to push it away, but can feel arms wrap around you. Heavy breathing, the feeling of a liquid soaking your shirt. You grasp a bit of the person’s shirt, pulling at it. They squeeze you tight in response, and you can feel your insides groan in protest.

Around you, it’s blurry, but you can make things out. A person in a yellow helmet in a wrestling match with a person in white. Another person in white being shot down by a person with red hair. A person with curly brown hair punching people in white with such force they fall.

You feel the person on top of you shift, moving to pin your thighs and wrists down. You look up to glare at the person, only to be met with tears dropping to your face.

Masculine features. Hazel eyes. Dark brown hair. It reaches his shoulders. Scarred face. Freckled nose. Dark rims around the eyes; possibly eyeliner. It streams down his face the more he cries. Why is he crying, you don’t know. He doesn’t seem to be wounded.

“Hello?”

At the sound of your voice, he lets out a sob, slightly louder than the others he let out. He drops down, burying his face into your shoulder. It’s strange, but it’s not like he’s attacking you. It’s not completely uncomfortable.

“Can I help you?”

He lifts his head slowly, the tears still falling. You couldn’t lie, it was really weird. A guy you’ve never met before tackles you and starts crying.

His eyes squint ever so slightly, and then he sniffs, he moves to wipe his eyes on his sleeves, and then looks at you.

“Do you remember me? Y/n?”

It’s your turn to narrow your eyes. You squirm a bit, but he’s surprisingly strong for someone who looks so skinny.

“How do you know my name? I’ve never met you before.”

He makes puppy eyes. You would think he were cute if he hadn’t been crying a minute ago.

“You sure?”

“I think you have the wrong Y/n.”

“You’re the only Y/n I would look for.”

He gives you a pained look.

“Do you really not remember? It’s me, Fun Ghoul!”

You huff in annoyance. Now you remember; he’s on posters everywhere. You’ve read files about him at BL/i, and you’ve seen all of his WANTED posters. But… that doesn’t explain why he smells familiar.

“I’ve heard of you. You’re wanted for so many things.”

“No! Not heard of me! I’m sure you remember getting to know me!”

His eyes are filled with multiple things; sadness, guilt, regret, fear, and desperation. But, mixed in there, is recognition and happiness.

You’re not sure why the last two are there. Why would he be happy to meet an exterminator, let alone recognize one? You know Korse is the one usually sent to take care of them, so why would he recognize you?

Your head tilts in confusion, and you search his eyes. He’s searching your eyes too, although you don’t pay attention to that.

He’s looking for any hint of recognition, of happiness, of anything. He can’t find it. Your eyes are filled with confusion, curiosity, and a slight bit of fear.

While looking in his eyes, you could swear you’ve done this before. Searching them, like you’re trying to etch them into your memory. Because they’re the most familiar pair of eyes you’ve ever looked into.

You’re trying to access what you’ve learned, when Ghoul takes a shuddering breath. He hesitates, before taking one of his hands to brush hair out of your eyes.

You take your chance, quickly rolling the two of you over so that you’re on top, pinning him down. For once, he looks kind of worried, but you don’t take mind.

“What do you mean with your words? You keep asking if I remember you. Why would I?”

Ghoul’s eyes shimmer with sadness. It almost upsets you; why does such a pretty person have to be so upset? If you were an idiot, you would actually try to console him.

“You- I-“

He takes another breath, then bites his lip. He’s trying not to cry. You feel your face morph into one of pity, and you can see it in his eyes; it makes him slightly happy. So you have emotions after all.

“W-“

Something collides with the back of your head. You collapse on top of Ghoul, unconscious. Ghoul gasps, and the person in the yellow helmet stands behind you. Ghoul scowls at him.

“Kobra! I was talkin’ to them!”

“With them pinning you down like that? Pretty sure they were about to hurt you, Ghoul.”

“In your wildest dreams.”

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You awake, tied to a chair.

Your surroundings are unfamiliar. A couch underneath a window, a mattress on the floor in the corner. A chest, most likely filled with clothes. The floor is littered with metal parts, clothes, blankets, and crushed juice cans. The male, Fun Ghoul, is sitting on the mattress, a blanket covering his lap. He’s in different apparel than earlier; possibly pajamas.

“Why am I tied up?”

His head shoots up, and he smiles softly. You didn’t expect it, so your eyes raise a bit. He’s not bad looking.

“Kobra said you might escape. I- I just got you back. You can’t leave.”

His smile drops from his face as he frowns. He shifts a bit, more into a laying yet propped up position, and he pulls the blanket up to cover his legs and torso.

“We were best friends, y’know.”

I snort.

“What?”

His eyes narrow at you. You hold back a giggle.

“Me? Friends with a killjoy?”

“You were one too. You were Y/k/n.”

Your eyes widen at that. Y/k/n. You had heard of them. The only companion of the Fab Four that was taken down. No way you were them.

“You were, though.”

His eyes shine with honesty. You guessed you said that last part aloud. It made you sick to your stomach, thinking that you were a killjoy.

“But I can’t have been. I lived in my apartment with my boyf-“

His eyes darken, and he clicks his tongue.

“It’s true, Y/n. I don’t know why you won’t believe me. Do I look like I would lie to you?”

You looked him up and down. In honesty, no. He looked like he was a horrible liar.

“No…”

“Exactly.”

His eyes soften, and he huffs lightly. He stands, walking over to the chair, and moves the hair out of your face. He looks like he’s thinking about something, but doesn’t do anything.

“We were inseparable y’know.”

“Best friends, or.. lovers?”

He smiles, and honestly.. he’s beautiful. The scars did nothing to dash his looks, beside giving contrast.

“Best friends. If I’m honest, I had always wondered what it would be like to be lovers.”

Your cheeks heat up. That was wrong, though. You had a boyfriend. But.. you couldn’t help it. And it wasn’t like you were blind. Your boyfriend probably only stuck around because you could fully pay for your apartment and food.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

He smiled in a chaotic way, and you could feel a grin of your own creep upon your face. He giggles, and heads to the chest in his room. He extracts a knife, and begins to cut the ropes that bind you to the chair.

Once free, you wring your wrists and ankles, and then look at him. You grab his shoulders and tackle him, hovering on top of him. He giggles, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’ve always wanted you on top of me, if I’m being honest.”

Your cheeks heat up again, and you gasp. You lightly punch his cheek.

“I’m just getting to know you again. Don’t flirt with me immediately!”

“What if I wanna take you out, as a do over?”

Your stomach fluttered, and you considered. It didn’t sound like a bad idea. Problem was, he probably already knew a lot about you.

“How much do you remember about me?”

“Hm. To make it fair, I’ll pretend I don’t know anything. I’ll only count it if you tell it to me as of after now.”

He grins stupidly, and you playfully roll your eyes.

“Stupid.”

“Beautiful.”

You lightly punch him again, and he uses his arms to pull you onto his chest completely. Your legs and arms collapse, and his legs go to wrap around you too. With your faces that close, he smiles even more stupidly.

“Hey, beautiful. Did you have a good day?”

You answer truthfully, deciding to play along.

“Not really.”

You giggle, and he raises an eyebrow.

“Why would that be?”

“Someone hit me in the back of the head and then I was tied up for hours.”

He giggles now, and you join in. You’re grinning at each other like idiots when the room is finally filled with silence. Besides your guys’ breathing, that is.

He finally speaks up, his cheeks turned pink as he starts to lean closer.

“Whoops.”

#fun ghoul x reader #killjoy fic #gn reader

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celebrated-amongst-the-gurneys · 1 year

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Masterlist

💞= Fluff 💔= Angst ❤️‍🔥= Smut

Gerard Way / Party Poison

Bullets Era

Revenge Era

Black Parade Era

Danger Days Era

Return Era

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Ray Toro / Jet Star

Bullets Era

Revenge Era

Black Parade Era

Danger Days Era X-O-X-O (Jet Star x Fun Ghoul x Reader) ❤️‍🔥

Return Era

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Mikey Way / Kobra Kid

Bullets Era

Revenge Era

Black Parade Era

Danger Days Era Keep You Safe Tonight (Kobra Kid x Reader) 💞

Return Era

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Frank Iero / Fun Ghoul

Bullets Era

Revenge Era

Black Parade Era

Danger Days Era X-O-X-O (Jet Star x Fun Ghoul x Reader) ❤️‍🔥

Return Era

#masterlist #mcr oneshots #mcr x reader #gerard way x reader #ray toro x reader #mikey way x reader #frank iero x reader #party poison x reader #jet star x reader #kobra kid x reader #fun ghoul x reader

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rdiowx · 9 months

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i love funghoul so much hhhhkfjdjdjdj so 😍

i say he likes shiny objects, but if he see literally anything that reminds him of reader he’s getting it. bracelets, clothes, art supplies, probably even stuffies. picking them up and taking it straight to his s/o

I can see it.

His and your room is filled with shiny stuff, mainly stuff he got for you cause he saw it while he was out. He’s like a bird, if he sees something shiny he’s gonna grab it. Careful with turning the lights on in your guy’s room you might end up blind.

#mcr x reader #frank iero x reader #fun ghoul x reader

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bunni-writing-desk · 1 year

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Alright killjoys I'm at a fork in the road

I'm writing a long-format fanfiction involving all of the fab 4 killjoys, not really deciding if it's going to be romantic or platonic or what relationships will transpire but there's an important part to this story. I'm writing it with the name of my killjoy OC, Retro Rat, but I aim to make my stories as readable by as many people as possible so this goes against what I usually post. I want to have your 'joys opinions on this, should I keep it with the OC name or change it to Y/K/N [your killjoy name]?

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ash-is-a-scorpio · 2 years

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hey! could u write a fun ghoul x fem reader smut? do whatever u please, i’ll take anything <3 ty!

sorry it took me so long write, I have been writing another fanfic but any way enjoy!!

DANGER DATE: FUN GHOUL X FEM! READER SMUT

Fun ghoul wanted to take you on a date though the zones, but he had to stop in the most dangerous one to make out with you. "What an amazing date Fun!" You said sarcastically to the killjoy that happened to be your boyfriend. "How was I supposed to know that this zone was infested with a bunch of dracs?" He asked as he shot one down. You roll your eyes and grab his wrist tk drag him back to the trans am. Fun ghoul hops in the driver's seat and you proceed to get into the passenger's seat beside him. Fun drives as fast as the car would go back ti the dinner. Once the two of you arrived back at the dinner you continue to give your boyfriend the silent treatment as punishment for almost getting you two killed. You walk in to the run down building with fjn ghoul not to far behind. The two greeted by party posion with a "Wow, two look like shit!" Followed by party's little brother, kobra kid asking "What the hell happened to you guys?" Referring to your messy hair, dirty and blood stained clothes.You responded with "Go ask fun, I am going to take a shower."

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As you were rinsing the soap out of your hair you felt to strong tattooed arms rap around your wast, pulling you into the tattooed body of your lover. "I am sorry for almost getting us killed today, Y/K/N" In response you lean in to him resting your head on his shoulder. Fun kisses your cheek and asks with hope in his eyes "Can I make it up to you?" "How?" You question. Fun smirks, "I'll show you" and with that fun ghoul turns around to face him. One of fun's hands wonders down to your wet core and starts circling your clit very slowly. Fun ghoul places his lips in that senitive spot on you neck and starts to suck. You know that there's going to be a mark there by in the morning. Fun's free hand cups you right brest. "Fun!" You whine. Fun crashes his lips into yours. You can feel his hard cock on your thigh. Fun soon pulls back, "Up!" He comands. You jump up and rap your legs around his waist. Fun ghoul lines his self up with your entrance and pushes in. At first his thust were slow but deep, but with out a warning he starts slamming into you. "Fuck, fun close!" You moun as you feel the knot in your stomach get bigger by the second. You knew that fun ghoul is close too, his mouns are louder and more frequent. Next thing you know your orgasm was washing over you, you were screaming funs name. Fun pulls out and cums on on your stomach. He places you back on your feet and kisses you fore head. "I really am sorry about almost geting us killed to." You place your hand on fun's cheek and reassure him that it's okay.

#My chemical romance x reader #Smut #frank iero x reader #frank iero #fun ghoul fanfic #Fun ghoul #Fun ghoul x reader

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ghouljams · 6 months

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thinking about Soap and how physical he is with everyone except you. Spare touches only because he knows if he touches you once he'll want to do it again and again. Anyone else and he won't even think before touching them. Leaning against Gaz when he's dozing off, clapping Ghost on the back just because he can, he loops an arm around people's shoulders when he laughs too hard, but if you offer him a hand up off the ground he won't take it. You figure it's a boundary thing, but he's friendly like that with people he's just met too!

It's really only when you start flirting, start dating him, that suddenly it all barrels into you like a train. Then he can't stop touching you. Constantly playing with your fingers, rubbing his hands against your sides, resting his chin on your shoulder, toying with the hem of your shirt, pulling you into his lap to hug close. There's not a moment in his company that he doesn't have a hand on you. He gravitates towards you, a moth to your flame, and neither of you are particularly interested in getting him to stop.

#cod x reader #x reader #ghoul speaks #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap modern warfare #soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #this is cuz I'm writing more viking!soap and he's so fun #I love the idea of him saying he's going to court the reader properly #and not doing that because other things get in the way #yet somehow reader falls for him anyway

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littlesunshine1223 · 1 month

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Danger Days NSFW Headcanons?

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partypoisonzz · 2 years

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IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER/BEFORE YOU FOLLOW/MASTERLIST

Hi! Welcome to my imagine blog. You can call me Pen. (It's a pen name, get it?)

I write MCR/Danger Days/reader imagines. I hope you enjoy them.

About Me:

My name's Pen. I'm 20. She/her. Very obvious Gerard girl and it becomes even more apparent the longer you talk to me. I'm a college student right now, and even though I love it, it keeps me very busy! I'm a pretty okay person to talk to, as long as you are, too. :)

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 2 years

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Killjoys Never Die - Fun Ghoul x Reader - Masterlist *Finished*

Summary: Killjoys feared nothing and no one. Only you. After having lost your crew, the Fabulous Killjoys, you roam the Zones, experimenting with a new type of mask, the Zombie Masks, which could bring people back from the dead. But even years after your friends’ deaths, you are still tormented by the unresolved feelings you once harboured for Fun Ghoul. Until a clash with a Zombie DRAC turns your whole world upside down and you suddenly get a second chance. Word Count ≈ 52 000 Reader: fem!Reader Warnings: mentions of drugs; poor mental health; suicidal tendencies; insecurities; throwing up; jealousy; slavery (?); experiments on living humans; graphic descriptions of: violence, injuries, torture, death

1 - Zombie

2 - A New Normal

3 - Vaffanculo

4 - Back Home

5 - Fate Had Left Its Scars

6 - Memories

7 - FK-001

8 - Venom

9 - Face All the Pain

10 - I Mean This: Forever

11 - The Beginning of the End

12 - FK-002

13 - Silence

14 - The Kobra King

15 - Save Yourself

#killjoys never die #killjoys never die - multi chapter #fun ghoul x reader #fun ghoul x fem!reader #masterlist #killjoys never die masterlist #frank iero x reader #danger days au

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sw33tsuccubus · 11 months

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Radiowaves

fun ghoul x reader

desc: reader is worried about Ghoul

genre: comfort/fluff

A/N: not proofread 💔 sorry i haven’t written in a while, writers block :((

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Poison turned on the radio, heading the crackling of someone in the other end. Everyone else looked at the red head.

“Hello?”

“Poison? Hey, it’s Y/n. How is everyone?”

Ghoul’s eyes widen. He would love to talk to his partner, but something tells him it would be a bad idea. Jet and Kobra look at Poison uneasily.

“Uhh.. we’re alright. You?”

“I’m doing fine. The missions almost over, I’ve got what I need. I’ll be home soon.”

Ghoul semi-panics. The others decide that the two need to talk, so Poison places the radio on the table in front of him. They three silently wish him luck and then leave.

Ghoul scowls at their backs, and places a hand on his arm. What’s left of it, anyways.

“Hello?”

“Hey, bug.”

“Oh, Ghoul! How are you?”

Y/n’s tone is happy, and Ghould doesn’t find that fair. They’re gonna be so upset when they find out!

“I’m.. okay. We got into a clap earlier.”

“Oh, that sucks. You all okay?”

Ghoul nervously chuckles.

“About that..”

On the other end of the radio, Y/n looks worriedly at the radio. They know that Ghoul and Kobra both fight recklessly.

“What happened, dear?”

Ghoul frowns. Y/n only calls him those soft pet names when they’re worried.

“Uhhh… you sure you want to know?”

Ghoul looks at his arm. Blown off above the elbow, it’s bloodily wrapped in a bandage and is now a stud.

“Yes? Ghoul, you’re worrying me.”

Ghoul’s past the crying and screaming part of being an amputee. He’s frowning and resisting the urge to touch it.

“Well.. my left arm is gone above the elbow and down.”

There’s silence for a moment. Ghoul bites a nail nervously. And then-

“WHAT!”

“Yeahh..”

“Are you okay? Ghoul.. I’m coming home right now.”

“No! I’m fine. Complete the mission.”

“I already did. I’m coming home. See you.”

“Y/n-“

Ghoul groans as the radio cuts out. He goes to stuff it away, and then stares at what’s left of his arm. What does this mean for him?

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“Fun Ghoul!”

Ghoul looked up, grinning. He looks pained, but he’s happy.

“Hey, boo.”

“You okay?”

Reader rushes over, placing their hands on his cheeks, cupping his face. They kiss his forehead, their eyes casting to his arm. They gasp, their face a mix of fear and concern.

“Are… are you actually okay?”

Ghoul nods, turning his head to nuzzle their hand.

“‘m okay. Over the shock of it all, now. It’s just… gone now.”

Ghoul wiggles the stump of an arm, and then grins.

“Do I get benefits of being disabled now?”

Reader shakes their head, sighing. They lean down and hug Ghoul, placing their forehead against his.

“You are okay, right?”

Ghoul gives Reader a soft look, wrapping his arm around Reader’s waist.

“Thanks for caring, bug. I know you get tired sometimes, but you keep carin’ about me.”

“Because I love you?”

Reader wraps their arms around Ghoul, and lift him up. He wraps his legs around their waist, and they carry him to their shared bedroom. They lay him down, and stroke his hair.

“Sleep, Fun. I can tell you’re exhausted.”

Ghoul whines, wanting to stay up with his partner, but he knows they’ll be mad if he doesn’t rest. He closes his eyes, and he’s out in about two minutes. Reader continues stroking his hair, until they hear Ghoul’s soft snoring. They then stand, and walk to Jet’s room. He’s busy tinkering with something.

“What are you doing?”

Jet looks up and smiles at Reader.

“I’m making an arm for Ghoul. Buddy needs two for multiple reasons, and this should be stronger than any of us. Strong punches against BL/i, yknow. Plus, steadier than his real hands.”

Reader nods, and then walks over. So far, it’s just wires and trinkets. Reader hums, watching Jet work.

“We’re going to need to decorate it like he would, and let it be a surprise for him, yknow?”

Jet nods. The two stand in silence for a long time. The sun starts to rise, and the two are still there. Reader began to help Jet, handing him things he asks for. By now, Jet has the inside mechanism working. He’ll make the outside, like armor, and then Reader will decorate.

With the sound of footsteps outside, Reader hurries over to check. Just Kobra heading to the bathroom. They say ‘goodmorning’ and then Reader wishes Jet goodbye as they go back to their room. Ghoul is still asleep, but now curled in a ball.

Reader gently smiles and walks over, laying down to spoon him. They fall asleep, and wake up to Ghoul poking their lips with a spoon. They groan at the taste of Power Pup, and then open their mouth. Ghoul giggles, feeding them to the best of his ability.

After Ghoul’s finished feeding Reader, he pulls them into his lap. He grins devilishly at them, and then licks his lips.

“You know, it’s been a while..”

Reader rolls their eyes. They playfully push him, and then climb off his lap. They pick up clothes, assembling an outfit.

“Like that?”

Reader gestures to Ghoul’s arm.

I’d love to, but you’re not in shape.”

Reader makes a kissy face at Ghoul, and he pouts. He whines, holding his arm and stub out for his theyfriend.

“Sorry, dear, but I don’t wanna hurt you. Besides, I’ve gotta plug everyone else in with the mission. You keep resting, don’t wear yourself out.”

Ghoul whines again as Reader leaves. They can’t help but grin as they walk to Jet’s room. Luckily, they don’t hear footsteps as he closes the door and sits beside him.

“How’s it coming along?”

“It’s going well. See?”

Jet got about two layers over. He said he was gonna do five, keeping it strong and reliable.

Reader sits, kicking their feet as Jet builds. He hopes Ghoul’s glad; he’s never enjoyed getting help from others. He says it makes him feel weak.

When Jet’s finished with the fifth layer, he hums. They’ve both been in there for a few hours, and they’re both sweating. It’s like baking in the sun, but they’re both dedicated to taking care of their friends.

As soon as Jet finishes, he hands it to Reader.

“Go crazy.”

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“Fun?”

Ghoul looks up. His bandage has been off for a week now; it’s been about four months since the incident. His tee shirt fits loosely enough that it covers the stub, going to his elbow on his arm.

“Yeah, boo?”

“Come here, I’ve got something for you.”

Ghoul smiles, and then skips over. He hums with curiosity. Reader hands him a robotic arm, and Ghoul’s face lights up excitedly. It’s decorated with little bomb and cartoony explosion stickers, and Ghoul giggles like an excited child.

Reader helps him out it on, and he tries it out. He clenched the fingers, and then wraps the arm around Reader. He pulls them close, and they squeak at how strong it is.

Ghoul’s face lights up, and he presses a sloppy kiss to Reader’s lips.

“I’ve gotta practice shooting now. And building bombs. I’m behind, I’m gonna get rusty. I need to do a lot with this actually-“

“Fun, my sweet maniac. Calm down. You’re gonna have this forever, you’ll have a lot of time to practice with it.”

Reader caresses Ghoul’s cheek, and he leans into the touch. He moves his head slightly, biting down on Reader’s finger. They let out a surprised sound.

Ghoul giggles, and then kisses their palm.

“You’re the… jelly to my peanut butter. You make things sweeter.”

Reader grins.

“That’s stupid Fun. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

#killjoy fanfic #fun ghoul x reader #gn reader

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