Hi! My name’s Illi and I’m the author behind this blog! I respond to any pronouns but prefer they/she, and I am biromanitc and asexual! ((Lots of love to my wifey who doesn’t know she’s my wifey shhh)) I’m a fanfic writer based in the US (..unfortunately). I love every genre, but I think my favorite (at least to write) is definitely angst. (Asks are open for any genre though!!) I also love RP so if I ever make any blogs for that they will be linked: @spncrsmthxx
Illi’s Masterlist!
Fandoms (Will write for)! :
My Chemical Romance (Including Inokverse!), Panic! At The Disco(SPENCER SMITH PLEASE IM BEGGING SPE-), Smosh, Gorillaz (Noodle only phase 4 and above only!), Fall Out Boy, The Academy Is…, Harry Potter, Umbrella Academy, Scott Pilgrim, Stranger Things, The Maze Runner, Heartstopper, Sally Face, Tyler, The Creator, Ride The Cyclone, Heathers, Gym Class Heroes (Travis McCoy)
Will write :
- X readers (what I will most likely write most often!)
the actual band bios on Pet Salamander's original site:
Brent Wilson (15 years old):
Hi my name is Brent Wilson and Im here to tell you little bit about me. things I like to do when Im free- Spencer’s mom, trevor’s dad, and my lamba. Im from Vegas and I go to Gorman (it blows). Just so you know I would never compare myself to ryan spencer or trevor but I am the coolest, most popular one in the band, The girls like me ther most, my dick is the biggest, and I have stamina in bed like a horse, so if you like what you hear just call my hotline 1-800-doing ryans dog.
(Brent transferred to Brendon’s high school after this)
Spencer Smith (15 years old):
I like to crossdress on the weekends and i like to walk around in my moms underware and try to seduce brents mom…………and dog. Things i like - prank phone calls , throwing water balloons and eggs at bums, and looking at trevors bootie . Things i hate - girls that dont think im cool( which is pretty much evryone), when my parents are being gay , when blake(brent’s brother) tries to do me(well i kind of like it). My favorite song - aliens exist. My favorite musician - travis barker . Oh yea i was only joking about the crossdressing on weekends ……….its only on week days!
his favorite bands: “blink-182, nofx, new found glory, mxpx, the starting line, simple plan, jackson 5 ( especially Tito)”
Trevor Howell:
Well first of all i like to play the guitar. It just is something that i guess i just like to do. I also like the ladies and stuff that has to do with that. I dont like NFG or Rufio. I also like hanging out wth my band an with girls, and all that stuff. I really think our band rocks though. We sould start playing shows soon and that be awesome so I guess just wait and see.
Ryan Ross (16 years old):
Hey! this is ryan and I play guitar and sing for pet salamander. Im 16 and go to gayorman and i dont have a girlfriend.but i would like one!!hint hint anyways theres some things you need to know about pet salamander like that 3 out of the 4 people in the band are gay, and they try to hit on me all the time. but anyways im sure that you know that im the hottest and most talented person in the band and that all the girls should know that! haha um some stuff that I like :punk rock!! rocky road icecream, Torengos chips, Marissa,and dancing cuz im so good at it! thats all later!!!!!!!! Ryan.
his favorite bands: “blink, new found glory, nofx, simple plan, the starting line, homegrown, not by choice, aging process, mxpx, mest”
So I loved your Frank headcannons (they were so scrumptious I fear I am addicted) and I was wondering if you could do a more in depth oneshot (or headcannons I'm not picky) of him being protective. Maybe just some random asshole being rude and something, with lots of fluff.
I hope you have a great day and make sure you drink water and eat food <3
- if you can’t hang then there’s the door, baby -
Summary: Frank Iero is a protective, possessive man. Always has been and always will be. Reader is his partner, and is about to witness that behavior.
Pairing: Frank Iero X GN!Reader (Use of Y/N)
Word Count: 833
Tags/ Warnings: Oneshot, pre-established relationship, some guy is an asshole at a bar, Frank punches said asshole at the bar, mentions of fight injuries, reader helps Frank with a bloody nose
A/N: Hi anon!!! You are a sweetheart <3 I’m so terribly sorry with how shockingly late answering this request is (And deleting my old Frank HCs..) I really hope you enjoy!
The lights were bright and the bustling sounds were loud, just as they always were where you and your boyfriend sat in the back of the bar. It was sort of a ‘tradition’ by now for you and Frank to go to the same bar together on Friday nights after you got home from work. Sure maybe bars weren’t the nicest place for a date night, but it never ceased to be fun and interesting. ..Except maybe tonight.
“..’M gonna go grab a drink, ‘kay? Y’need anything while I’m up?”
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Almost three years and Frank still never failed to be just as considerate as your first date. ..Sure that sounds like basic human decency, but you’d be surprised.
“I think I’m alright, baby. Thanks though.”
Frank smirked faintly and leaned down to press a quick kiss against your lips before turning to walk over to the bar itself. He never meant to smirk, truly, but it came more naturally to him than a toothy smile.
While you were sitting quietly at the table you two frequented, a tall, burly man approached you with a drunken smirk. His cheeks were flushed from alcohol and his steps were unsteady. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sight of him. You knew something was coming, and not exactly something pleasant.
“Aren’t you a-…a pretty little thing?”
His words were slurred when they left his lips and he leaned his side lazily against the wall beside where you were sat.
“I-..appreciate it, but I have a boyfriend. Sorry.”
“Boyfriend?” The man looked around, his eyebrows furrowed. After he looked back at you he laughed. “I don’t see no boyfriend. ..I think you’re lyin’, sweetheart.”
You half wanted to gag at his voice and gaze alone. You could tell whatever he wanted, it wasn’t anything good.
“No— No, he’s just going to grab us drinks. ..I can call him over if you really want me t—“
“Oh, no, no, no— I don’t think that needs to happen. Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, huh?”
The man’s smirk widened and he moved in closer to you— Close enough to smell the stench of whiskey on his breath. As you leaned back away from him, you suddenly felt a tight grip on your waist. You didn’t have to turn around to know for a fact that it was Frank. You’d recognize that hold anywhere, and his voice just confirmed it.
“We got a problem here?”
His voice was sharp. Sharper than you’d heard usually from him. The man huffed with annoyance and rolled his eyes in the other direction. His arms came up slowly and he crossed them across his chest.
“There’s the little boyfriend. …Literally.”
The man laughed at his own joke and made a hand motion between the top of his head and Frank’s.
“You’re so damn short! That’s hilarious! That small and you scored a hottie like tha—“
A loud, sickening crack sounded as Frank’s fist made direct contact with the man’s face. Frank was nothing if not impulsive, and had been since as far back as he could remember. From shoving bullies on the playground to getting into bar fights.
“Frankie-!!”
Before you got the chance to pull away, the man made a weak swing at Frank and got a light hit on his nose. Blood began dripping down his face and onto his lip as you finally pulled him back by his arm.
“…C’mon— We’re getting you cleaned up. ..Jesus, Frank.”
It didn’t take long to get to the bathroom, and once you did Frank hopped up onto the counter and faced you like it was routine. Instinctual. It almost was, in a way. You’d been cleaning up his bruises and cuts since middle school.
You pushed down on the handle of the paper towel dispenser before grabbing three and walking back over to him. You sighed as you pressed the brown paper to his upper lip and nose, your other hand coming up to lace with his beside his thighs.
“I need you to be more careful, hun. I love you too much for you to be-..getting into reckless fights like this.”
Frank sighed as well and his gaze dropped down guiltily to your intertwined fingers.
“But I love you too much to stand around while you get-..hit on, or shoved around, or whatever. ..I’m your boyfriend. ‘S my job t’keep the assholes away.”
Despite the less than ideal situation, you giggled at his words. Even in your worry, Frank could always make you laugh from the heart. Or until your stomach hurt.
“You can ‘keep the assholes away’ just fine with your words, baby. I promise.” You paused for just a moment before pulling the now-bloodied paper towel away from his lips to press a gentle kiss there. “And you’re gonna promise me that you’re gonna be safer. ..If not for yourself, for the sake of my heart.”
“I promise I’ll be more careful, darlin’. Cross my heart.”
Summary : ILLI MY SWEET FREAK DATING HCS RUFHDBSNDJ WOOF WOOF BARK WO-
Pairing : Illi McMillin (inok! Gerard Way) x GN!Reader (use of Y/N)
Warnings/ Tags : transfem Illi, established relationship, slight angst if you squint real tiny, mentions of substance usage, physical affection, NSFW HCs, masturbation, mentions of hair pulling
A/N : ohhh illi my strange girl kiss me on my hot mouth she’s so pretty and she’s such a weirdo
- SFW -
- oh illi sweet sweet girl
- paint your nails together i BEG
- i don’t care if you’re a man, a woman, nonbinary, genderfluid— whatever
- let. her. paint. your. nails.
- of course, it’s gonna be a little messy
- i mean, this is illi mcmillin guys
- she’s just happy to be doing anything along those lines
- bonus points if the polish is purple, red, or black
- much like basement!gerard, you guys most definitely met through mikey
- as reserved as he can be, he’s always been the social butterfly of the two
- you two had been friends for a while before you even met illi
- of course, you’d seen her at school, blah blah blah
- but you officially met one time when you were hanging at the mcmillin household
- you’d seen the family photos plenty of times, and questioned mikey about the existence of his older ‘brother’, but he’d always brushed it off
- sure enough it was one of those times when illi walked into the room
- “this is-..my older sister, Y/N. Y/N meet Illi, Illi meet Y/N. she’s the one you ask about sometimes”
- after that you understood completely and stopped questioning
- I mean, less time questioning means more time to spend with illi herself, am I right?
- since that day she slowly started tagging along here and there to your hangouts
- eventually after months and months she confessed with a little note purposely left inside of a comic she lended to you
- it took mikey quite a bit to get used to the relationship, but he supposed if he’d want her to be with anyone it’d be someone he trusted
- and he knew you better than he knew himself
- her favorite place to go on dates is the bookstore
- she loves walking around and picking out books for you while you pick out books for her awww aw awwwww
- all the corny matching jewelry on the planet
- either it’s really shitty and dumb from hot topic
- or it’s the most gorgeous handmade piece you’ve ever seen (made by none other than Illi herself, of course)
- she drags you along to every band related thing ever
- which hey, depending on your personality might be great for you— her friends are awesome
- if you ask, she’s absolutely quitting smoking
- no questions. done. done immediately
- she makes sure like hell everyone knows you’re dating
- “this seems like a pretty nice place!” “oh yeah! y’know, me and my-.. ahem. PARTNER. Y/N came here last week ☺️”
- she’s so proud to be your girlfriend it’s insane
NSFW
- oh illi I love you she’s such a little freak
- don’t look in her notebook unless you’re entirely prepared to see insanely detailed drawings of yourself in.. less than ideal situations
- you can’t blame the girl! she’s just got weird fantasies!
- so what if one of them is a drawing her biting you like a vampire until you bleed? pssshhhh that’s normal
- so what if it’s a drawing of you getting caught out in the rain and you just so happen to only have really thin white clothes on?? that’s just girlfriend things psssshhhh
- she prefers the drawings to using photos or other things of the sort for jerk off material because she feels like it gives her more control over the fantasy
- she can’t imagine being a mad scientist and you as her test subject just using boring photos from your MySpace!
- it took her a little.. too quick? to open up to you about this kinda stuff?
- Illi it’s the fourth hang out why are you asking reader to pull your hair
- she is nothing if not a. LOUD. bitch
- she’s whiney and bitchy and. LOUD!!!
- Mikey’s sort of desensitized to it at this point (much to his dismay)
- multiple times he’s resorted to throwing assorted shoes at the basement door until illi quiets down
helloo errr i saw that you do x reader and gorillaz stuff… id like to ask for some 2d x reader fluff ? reader always has a hard time falling asleep at night so 2d tries to help them sleep,,, hopefully this doesn’t sound too confusing, thanks so much if you do this but if not u can ignore!😊😊
- my love is mine all mine -
Summary: Reader usually struggles with falling asleep at night and Stu tries to help them!
Pairing: Stuart “2-D” Pot X GN!Reader (Use of Y/N)
Word Count: 523
Tags/ Warnings: Fluff, reader has implied insomnia, pre-established relationship, use of dialect in writing, cuddling
A/N: Hi anon! This wasn’t too confusing— I actually really like this ask; I struggle with insomnia myself and am a #certified2dlover so this hits my cold dead heart. Also! Sorry it’s so short; I haven’t written in a veeery long time and I’m still kinda getting into the swing of things
The night was cold and a bit stormy, just like pretty much every night had been for about two weeks now, and the time was almost eleven thirty PM. You tried for a while to convince yourself you were up to surprise Stuart when he got home, but deep down you knew that wasn’t the case.
You’d struggled with sleeping patterns for as far back as you could remember. You’d tried tea many times, reading even more often— But nothing seemed to work. Nothing except your boyfriend.
Stu knew about the sleeping issues, and had since fairly early into the relationship. It didn’t exactly take a genius to pick up on the signs. It was only confirmed the second time you stayed the night at his house. (He thought the first would be too soon to completely judge.) Sure enough, you were awake long after him, and when he woke up needing a drink, your eyes were still wide open beside him.
“Y/N? Luv’? Y’up still?”
Your thoughts were interrupted by an all-too-familiar sort of squeaky, gentle voice. When you looked up and your eyes met his ebony ones, his expression softened into one of sympathy and slight traces of disappointment. He let out a quiet huff and came over to sit on the side of the bed, bringing his hand up to intertwine his fingers with yours.
“Why’re you still up, eh? ‘S almost midnight.”
“I don’t-.. I don’t know, D.”
He sighed and, instead of insisting with questions, kicked his shoes off and climbed up to lay down beside you. Without hesitation he wrapped his bony arms around your waist and tucked your head under his chin from behind. He moved one hand to trace small, absentminded shapes against your arm.
“Well-…whatever it is, ‘s all gonna be okay, yeah? ‘M ‘ere now. I could-..tell ya’ a story. Orrr-..I could sing ya’ a song? Or—“
“Hold me.”
2-D paused, his eyebrows furrowing and fingers stilling.
“..Hold ya’? I am already, see? ..’M confused.”
You couldn’t help but let out a quiet huff of laughter and slowly shake your head. You were more than used to, by now, just the amount of things he seemed to take so very literally, or what simply went over his head. You could never find it in yourself to mind, though. He might’ve been dumb sometimes, but he always meant well. He was a sweetheart.
“I mean-…just hold me. You don’t gotta do anything else. Just-..hold me. Please.”
Stu’s eyes, or admittedly whatever remained, widened with realization and understanding and he nodded slowly. He tightened his grip on your body a bit and let his own eyes closed. He buried his face against the top of your head and smiled subtly to himself.
“If-.. If ya’ wake up, wake me up too. That way y’won’t be all alone. ‘Kay?”
You smiled at his words and finally let heavy eyelids close over tired irises. No matter the exhausting days or restless nights, Stuart could never fail to make you feel more secure than any tea or melatonin ever could.
“I will. ..I promise.”
“..I love ya’, Y/N.”
“I know. ..And I love you too, D. More than you could ever know.”
guys how relatable is it to be in an RP discord server with your friend where Spencer Smith is dating an 80s musician interviewer so then you share blogs only to find out your best friend 1. has a blog for aforementioned oc and 2. has her dating a different musician 💜
