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what is ur other blog nameddddd?
I gotta go check it out!
Not sure whether you'll find anything you like on there, but it's @system-to-the-madness
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are you gonna be active again ever or have you just gone forever?
(Edit: THANK YOU FOR CHECKING IN WITH ME 🥺💕)
Very tempted to just write "killjoys never die" and leave it at that but you deserve better, sweet anon.
I have a few unpublished stories, that I'll hopefully eventually proofread and publish (especially this Mikey secret relationship one has been haunting me lately), but I haven't written anything new in a while.
The thing is: I really struggle writing about/working on something I'm not currently obsessed with. On top of that I'm studying abroad in Japan rn, so I don't have so much time to begin with and the last years were very stressful too.
I started this account while I was very ill, and it kind of fizzled out when I went to university (stress is a creativity killer for me). It came back with the Swarm Tour for a while, but then I had a bad accident and now... I'm mostly writing for anime rn. Welp. Add to that all the stuff that has happened surrounding especially Brendon and Dallon (I will never again write for Brendon, Dallon or Ryan S. I'm afraid)...
BUT
(the big but) this account is going nowhere and neither am I. There's a good chance my hyperfixaction returns full force out of the blue which is the moment I'll start writing again for this blog.
In the meantime: I can try to get myself to proof read and post one of the stories I've written by - say the end of the month - if you tell me which one. Do you want one of the 6 Frank stories, Mikey or Ray? (Yeah... I think we can guess who I was the most focused on...)
As always:
keep running and remember: killjoys never die
P.S. for some reason someone said "kkep running" to another person in a Japanese in a series I'm watching and I'm side eying the writer like "I know what you are" anyway... 走り続けるね〜
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are you still writing fics? i love your stories xoxo
Thank you! 🥰
I'm still writing (and currently even publishing on another blog), but not for bands atm. I'm more into anime right now (jujutsu Kaisen, attack on titan, demon slayer, Bungo stray dogs,...)
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Sometimes I'll see a username I haven't seen in a long time in my notifications, and my brain will immediately go like "ah, a friend!"
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Saw this account was active and almost cried, I remember this from middle school and how I was so excited to read your stories and the requests I submitted on my first account all those years ago, thank you for the comfort during my younger years, I can't believe im almost a whole adult now and I'm back again
This is such a sweet message! "Almost a whole adult" only 95%😂 it's really strange to think that my silly little stories accompanied someone through a time in their life. Like... Wow. It's hard to comprehend. Now I'm wondering if I actually wrote any of the requests you sent. There is a ton that I never ended up writing because writing anything other than my own ideas began getting super hard.
I'm not exactly back (I have phases where I write for the one or the other fandom, rn I'm stuck on anime, which makes sense since I'm living in Japan right now) but I have a bunch of written fics I should try to publish at one point or another... No promises it's gonna happen anytime soon though!
I hope you're doing okay and that things are working out for you!
And you know the drill.
Keep running
xo
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Do you have a timeline on when requests will be open again?
Nope. I have a few stories i have to proof read, but i'm currently not actively writing for this account. And i doubt i'll open request ever again. Because they really ruined the fun i had with writing for a long time since i felt like i had to write scenarios i was not very intersted in or even felt uncomfortable with so i only write my own ideas now. Sorry. But thanks for asking!
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My thoughts exactly when I wrote this and now look at us. Glad I made you cry 💕
Snow - Patrick Stump x Reader
Prompt: S: Snow (How do they like the snow?) (from this list) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Word Count: 1 096 A/N: I think i’m getting sick…
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I feel like this is a good moment to tell people that I see you binge reading, and I love you and your notes make me smile so hard. Thank you 🖤
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I trust that none of my followers will need hunting down. Y'all are decent people, i hope. Otherwise...
If yall feed my fanfics to ai, i am hunting you down and feeding myself from your organs
#ai
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My focus (once again) shifted from MCR/bands to other stuff, but this story right here is the classical, italicized oh
I really loved this story (and should probably proof read the ones I've already written and post them at one point or another)
So Don’t Hate Me, Trust In Me
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Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader
Era: Danger Days
Requested by: Anon
Word Count: ~1500
Summary/Request: So I was thinking about a Frank X fem!Reader (she/her) during Danger Days era, where they are really close and it's obvious they like each other, and Frank is more forward with liking her, but she's insecure bc she doesn't have any experience with relationships and intimacy (even just handholing and stuff), and is worried he'd be disappointed, maybe even something like she's not good enough for him. And he gets her to talk about it to him and is really understanding and reassuring, and willing to give her time and space, but she feels better after the conversation and wants to try. So basically angst to fluff?
A/N: I LOVED writing this one. It was one of the first fics I worked on in getting out of my hiatus and it was just everything I wanted in a request (particularly Danger Days Frank). Enjoy!
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You’d just started a new job as Frank’s guitar tech. It was a dream job for you, since you wanted to work with bands and travel around the world, but you were too shy to get onstage yourself. MyChem were currently on tour promoting their newest album, Danger Days, and you were excited to work for them, since you’d been friends with Frank since shortly before Revenge had come out.
But the best part of the job was getting to work with Frank. The rest of the band was super nice and welcoming, but Frank was so generous and he seemed to care about making your job easier whenever he could. Every time you switched out a guitar for him, he’d grin at you as if you were his personal savior. When you’d first started working for Frank, you’d been nervous that it would affect your friendship, but it had only brought you closer.
However, you were trying to be cautious because you knew you were starting to fall for him. You figured that he was just nice to you because he was nice to the rest of the crew, but you often caught yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him or to run your fingers through his hair, which he’d taken to wearing longer, down to his shoulders. You knew you couldn’t act on these feelings because you figured he’d never like you back and saying or doing the wrong thing could put you out of a job and you really wanted to keep working with him, not just because of your crush.
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You were just about finished setting up before MyChem took the stage for tonight. You handed Frank his first guitar and he put his hand over yours on the neck of the instrument, holding you in his hazel eyed gaze.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“You’re welcome.” You felt proud that your voice didn’t tremble and you prayed he didn’t notice your hand shaking beneath his.
He turned to head to the side of the stage, but then ran back to you.
“Did you forget something, Frank?” You asked.
“Yeah. I just wanted to say you look really nice tonight,” he said.
Your cheeks burned as you averted your gaze. “Thanks.”
You watched him play his heart out, still bewildered from the compliment he’d given you. It wasn’t the first time, but usually his praise was about your work. Your stomach fluttered at the idea that he noticed how you looked. You usually dressed for comfort, in jeans, band shirts, and hoodies and you weren’t dressed that differently tonight, apart from the fact that you were wearing your favorite hoodie. You liked it because it was comfortable, but you also thought that it brought out the color in your eyes.
The show was nearing the end, when Gerard started walking around the stage as he spoke into his microphone.
“So before we play our last song, we wanted to give a big thank you to our crew who do such an amazing job at every show. Thank you to our merch, our lights and sound people--”
Frank cut in. “And I just wanted to call my guitar tech, Y/N, to the stage for a minute. Y/N, where you at, girl?”
Your face burned as you shrunk back, but you saw Frank walking over to you, his guitar still slung around his neck. He lifted one hand, beckoning you gently with one finger. “Come on,” he mouthed, his lips curling in a sweet smile.
You sighed, walking onstage to a crowd of thousands, who were all screaming for you. ‘Bet they’d scream for just about anything if Frank told them to,’ you thought bitterly to yourself. But all thoughts went out of your head as Frank took your hand and led you over to his mic so he could talk.
“This is Y/N, my amazing guitar tech, she keeps me in line all night, can we give her a big round of applause?” Frank asked the crowd, lifting his arms up towards the pit. You blushed over his comment about “keeping him in line all night,” and hoped the stage lights didn’t show how red you felt.
The crowd went wild once again and your face burned even more as you felt Frank wrap his arm around you and pull you into a hug, discreetly kissing your cheek. It was such a quick peck that you were almost sure you’d imagined it, but when Frank pulled away from you, he was blushing too, but grinning, the corners of his hazel eyes crinkling.
Frank finally let you go and you escaped to the sanctuary of backstage. You hadn’t wanted to hurt Frank’s feelings by running away, but it made you nervous being in the spotlight. And that kiss on your cheek had made your heart soar, but now you felt nervous. What did it mean?
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After that night, you tried to keep yourself busy and limit your interactions with Frank. You didn’t know what his intentions were and you were scared you weren’t good enough for him. You had never really dated anyone and you knew he’d had quite a few relationships, so you were also afraid that your inexperience would be a turnoff for him.
It was hard to totally avoid him though, especially since you worked for him and you’d seen his face fall enough to know that he’d noticed and wasn’t happy about it, but you couldn’t help it.
Finally, he cornered you one day backstage while one of the opening bands set up for their set.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he murmured.
Your heart stopped. You were caught. There was no avoiding the conversation now. You swallowed hard. “Frank, I…I’m sorry. Can we talk about this somewhere more private?” As you said this, you saw Gerard out of the corner of your eye, looking over at the two of you, his eyebrows furrowed. Gerard was hard to miss these days, with his bright red hair.
Frank nodded and you let him take your hand and pull you away from everyone else. Once you’d stopped walking, he held your hand in his still, loose enough that you could let go if you wanted to, but tight enough that you could sense that Frank didn’t want to let you go.
He sighed. “Look, I--I’m sorry if I scared you off that night when I called you onstage, but I just--I wanted to show you how special you are to me and how much I like you, I just didn’t really know how. I didn’t plan on kissing your cheek, it just happened, so if you’ve been avoiding me because of that, I’m so sorry. I never want to make you uncomfortable and I want you to know that we’ll do whatever you want. If you want to pretend this never happened, we can do that, if you want to leave tour--”
You’d been listening to him ramble, your heart fluttering in your chest as he said everything you’d hoped to hear from him, but when he mentioned you leaving tour, you had to stop him. “Frank, I don’t wanna leave tour.”
His face lit up with a cautious sort of hope. “You don’t?”
You shook your head, offering him a small smile. “No, I don’t.”
He sighed in relief. “Thank God. So what is it then? I miss you and I want us to be good again.”
You sighed. “I like you too. I like you so much that it scares me. A-and I could tell you liked me too and that scared me even more.”
He frowned. “Why? You never have to be afraid of me, you know that.”
You bit your lip. “I know. It’s not that. It’s just that…you know I’m not very experienced when it comes to this kind of thing. And I’m insecure that I’ll screw it up, or that I won’t be good at…you know.” You trailed off, blushing furiously.
His full lips curved in a slight smile, his hazel eyes full of warmth and love for you. “Y/N, you’re going to be amazing, because you’re amazing. But we can slow things down, I can…I can back off a little if that’s what you need.”
You nodded. “Not too far back though,” you whispered, smiling slightly.
He reached his hand out to yours, linking your pinky with yours. The simple, gentle touch felt amazing.
“Better?” He asked, his eyes searching yours.
You nodded, reaching up with your other hand to brush his hair out of his face. It had grown down to his shoulders and you loved the way it looked, even when it obscured his beautiful eyes. “Thanks, Frank.”
He smiled. “Of course.”
The two of you took things slow over the next few months. Frank was unendingly patient with you, which made you feel brave enough to progress your relationship. You still worked for him, since it gave the two of you the chance to spend a lot of time together and travel around the world. You loved watching him play music and jump around the stage like a maniac. And after every show, he was yours, and that was all that mattered.
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Honestly? Those are the sweetest tags I've received in a while! I'm glad you enjoyed the story ^-^ and thank you for letting me know!
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.
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What did I say about MCR and cherry blossom?
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mychemicalromance: We cannot wait to get to Japan……how lucky are we that it is Cherry Blossoms!
[March 17, 2023]
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I have been informed by my in Tokyo living friend, that cherry blossom is in full bloom (plum blossom too btw). So let's keep our fingers crossed that it stays that way for a bit and MCR brings a good camera to Tokyo (i don't care if we get to see nice cherry blossom MCR pictures, i just want them to be able to enjoy the sight).
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Carefully asking if anyone wants some (sadly pretty pixilated, but otherwise okay) Berlin LS Dunes photos... Let me know!
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Someone stop me from starting to write a multi chapter fic about touring while I'm sitting in the train home from Berlin after a concert. Again. (The other one was hswkys.) i have exams in two weeks. Fuck. One week. Oops. I cannot be distracted by pretty hands and soulful eyes.
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Two facts about Frank:
He's the guy to hold open for his band mates and friends
Most of the time he plays, he keeps his hair hanging in his face, his eyes closed and gererally seems to try and ignore the audience.
Do with that what you will.
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