How I feel like whenever i look up x reader fanfics abt my fav character and i can only seem to find smut instead of the fluff one-shots I was craving for
A Few Very Compelling Arguments - Frank Iero x Reader
Summary: You are new in the band and Frank can’t seem to stand you. After getting hurt by him on stage you decide to quit the band, something Frank is not at all happy about.
Reader: fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of mental illness, hints at suicide(?), blood, jealousy, Frank is an asshole in the first half
Word Count: 7 702 (don’t ask me what happened there, I don’t know either)
A/N: I’ve wanted to write some enemies to lovers with Frank since I read this story by @ghoulgirlwrites a few weeks back. I hope it’s not too similar. Anyways this story sent me on a total enemies to lovers thing, and now you guys have to live with that. Also I take no criticism for writing Frank this vulnerably. We all know he’s sensible, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be afraid to be vulnerable in the presence of the people he loves and trusts.
You weren‘t sure when things had started to change, but you knew you didn’t like it. You had not been in My Chemical Romance for long, a little less than a year. You were a friend of Ray’s, all the way back from his time in college, even though you were several years younger than him. After he had asked you to join the band on tour as their drummer one thing had led to another, and suddenly you had become the fifth member of the band. Then things had been fine, as fine as things could be when you were stuck in a van a majority of the day with a bunch of guys who had yet to discover the concept of taking showers. It was only at the start of this tour, right after the release of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge that Frank had started to change. He had always been very sweet to you before then, polite, friendly. Sure he was somewhat energetic on stage, but off stage he had been nothing but a sweetheart, something that definitely had gotten more to you than it should have.
It started off slow, the poking, the pranks, the nicknames. You knew he loved sneaking bites of other people’s food, or just put on whatever shirt he found on top of the clean laundry basket, no matter who it belonged to. You would not have minded this at all, if it had not always been your plate he stole fries from, or your favourite band shirt he picked to wear on stage.
I shoved the two loafs of bread into my backpack before once more sliding it under my bed. The two backpacks were almost bursting at the seams with how much food I had packed, along with my brush, toothpaste, water, clothes, and a quilt. A week had passed since that traumatizing day, and I had been preparing ever since.
Miles was always around. He didn’t talk to me or bother me, but he was always around the corner. Almost like he was suspecting something. It was terrifying to think that he might catch me before I was able to get away. He was a pathetic stalker even though I was in his own home.
Occasionally, he talked to me. He asked how I was doing or told me something cute Flora had done. I knew he was just trying to ease the tension, though, and I wouldn’t have it.
The only nice thing in this mansion was adorable little Flora, though. Sometimes — even though Miles was clingy to her as well — Flora and I were able to play dollhouse together. She was so innocent. I felt terrible for leaving her to be swallowed up in this toxic environment, but I wasn’t strong enough to remain here.
I sat on my bed and kicked my feet. I spaced out for a solid half hour, letting the time pass. I turned to look out the window, satisfied with. How dark it was now. So, I entered the bathroom and took one final bath and one final night of cleanliness in an expensive bathroom.
I changed into my pajamas and slipped under the covers. I turned off the lamp. Although, it seemed as though I was preparing to drift off to sleep, but tonight, I wasn’t. Tonight was my escape. I would pretend for an hour, waiting for the household to fall asleep, then lock my door and climb out the window. I’d do the classic blanket-rope escape.
As tempting as it was to fall asleep and as comfortable as the bed was, I kept my eyes wide open. I aimed to tell time via how high the moon was in the sky. I would leave at midnight.
Slowly but surely, the full moon was inching into the sky. It was so, so close —
From behind me, I heard my bedroom door quietly creak open. I immediately tensed, wondering if Miles was checking up on me like the creep he was. I expected for him to duck out soon, but instead, I heard the soft padding of feet and the door closing once more.
My blood ran cold. What the hell was he doing?
I heard a final creak and I felt him sit down on the bed. It took every ounce of self control to not scream, especially when I felt his hand ghosting over my blanketed legs. His fingers glided up further, barely applying any pressure.
Did he do this every night when I was asleep?
I felt more pressure when he reached my waist. I completely spasmed out, turning his way. A small screech bubbled in my throat and the force of my push sent me sprawled on the ground. I was panting even harder as his shadow loomed over the bed.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I shouted, not caring if I woke anyone else up.
Miles crawled over the bed further. The moonlight cascaded over his expression, and he was extremely panicked. “I - I was just checking up on you! I do that every night before bed so I can make sure you’re okay —“
“Well, I’m not because you’re a fucking creep,” I boomed. “Get the hell out of my room. Get out, get out, get out!”
Miles crawled over the bed and collapsed on top of me. Both hands were cupping my cheeks as he sat on me. I was about to scream at the top of my lungs, but I was stopped by a soft, plush surface. It didn’t take a genius to realize he was kissing me. I struggled, but Miles had me completely pinned, weaving his lips against mine desperately.
It almost felt good; if it had been anyone else, perhaps a handsome stranger or a shy school boy, I would’ve enjoyed the abrupt kiss. But it was Miles. So, there was nothing pleasurable about the forced kiss. He separated every few seconds only to attack my lips with twice as much passion.
I let out a gargled cry, but he just used it to his advantage, snaking his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced together and he was so desperate to go deeper his teeth clacked against mine. Our saliva sloshed against each other and his hands clutched the back of my head, intertwining with my hair possessively.
Although I could breathe through my nose, I was still breathless. I was so incredibly relieved when he pulled away, panting slightly. A string of saliva connected from our mouths. His hair fell against my cheek. And he quickly kissed the side of my mouth.
I was too paralyzed to struggle anymore. He had a cheshire grin adorning his handsome face. He let out a quiet chuckle, as though anything he’d ever done was somehow cleansed from his conscience.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” he muttered.
I trembled under his wandering touch. I was so numb that I couldn’t even muster tears. I wanted to cry so badly, and yet I had no energy. I didn’t have any energy to fight him anymore. He was so much stronger than me… All I could do was wait for my time to escape.
Miles readjusted himself so his body was pressing harder against me. He pressed another kiss to my cheek and began trailing it across my jaw. “I love you,” he purred. Butterfly kisses traveled down my neck and he sucked on my neck slightly.
He eventually pulled away. “Don’t you feel the same way, Y/n? Talk to me.”
I tilted my head away, weakly pushing at his shoulders. “Leave me,” I whispered.
His eyes widened drastically and his expression contorted from pleasure to shame. Slowly, he pushed himself on me. When he stood, he offered me a hand, but I ignored him. I propped myself on my elbows and rose to my feet. I distanced myself from the man.
He sighed and backed away, out of the room. I followed him and locked the door. I wasn’t sure how to feel. I was emotionally distraught, so much that I felt nothing. I collapsed on the bed and just laid there for a while.
I had to get going.
Mustering my courage, I pulled the two bags out from under the bed. I went over and opened the window. I glared down from the height. I wasted no more time, bunching up two blankets. I tied it to the end of the bed and threw the blanket rope out the window. I slung both backpacks over my shoulder.
My heart raced as I hoisted myself out of the window. The cold air nipped at my skin as I slid down the blanket. It didn’t quite reach the ground, but I was able to hop off anyways, landing semi-safely. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I dashed across the field. I followed the gravel road all the way to the front gate.
It didn’t open for me, so I had to dangerously climb over the wall.
The moment my feet touched the ground on the other side, I knew I was free.
~~~
I walked down the sidewalk, still overwhelmed by the freedom. It was… refreshing. As nerve-wracking as it was to have ran away, I didn’t regret my decision.
My stomach growled. It was approaching lunch time. I wandered into the local park and found a bench. Some families on picnics dwelled there, and the sight was adorable. The sun shone gently down, but the bench I was sitting on was protected by a tree.
I opened my backpack and pulled out an apple and banana. I was still trying to preserve my food so I didn’t have to immediately get a job. I would be left in a rut if I ate all my food too quickly. I hummed to myself. I was almost finished with my food when I heard some footsteps rapidly approaching.
I looked up and my heart stopped. Two police officers with stone expressions were heading straight for me. I knew I wouldn’t outrun them, so it was better to out-talk them. They weren’t sure it was me, were they?
“Ma’am,” an officer started,” state your name.”
“Barbara,” I answered smoothly. “Barbara Channing. Is everything alright?”
The officers exchanged wary glares. “Do you have any connection to Y/n L/n?”
“Who?” I replied flawlessly.
“A teenager your age who ran away from home.”
“No, I don’t.”
The police officers exchanged glances again before the second one nodded. “Ma’am, we need you to come with us. Your family is very worried about you.”
“I’m eighteen years old, dickheads, I don’t have to,” I immediately replied. “I’m free to do whatever the hell I want. Those bitches were abusive assholes —“
“Ma’am, please cooperate,” the officers said, stepping closer in order to grab me.
I rose to my feet and grabbed my bag, but they snatched it out of my hold. The police officers grabbed my wrists, and as hard as I struggled to get away, they were far stronger. Tears slid down my cheeks as handcuffs were applied. I was officially trapped.
“Start walking,” an officer ordered gruffly, nudging me forward.
My head hung as I was led out of the park. With each step I took, I felt the hard-earned freedom seeping away.
When we arrived at the car, they opened the back door and shoved me inside. I felt nothing but shame as I stared out the window, the quaint village slowly disappearing. I leaned against the window, tuning the mindless drones of the officers out. I worked so, so hard for freedom… and it had been taken from me once again, all because of Miles.
There was a hint of nostalgia as we rolled up to the mansion. It wasn’t pleasant, though. It was nothing but regret and anger. Life was unfair. I never wanted something like this to happen. I didn’t deserve it.
But, Miles was rich, so I’m sure he could hunt me down to the center of the earth. And at this point, he was so manic I’m sure that he would. The three devils were waiting on the steps. Mrs. Grose, looking as pissed off as ever, Miles, a sobbing mess, and Flora. I felt bad for Flora. She didn’t seem to be doing well either.
The back door was opened and the officers pulled me out. They undid the handcuffs, letting me become entangled in his. Miles jumped to his feet and dashed down the familiar stone stairs. He wrapped his arms around me so tightly I couldn’t breathe. His messy hair shrouded my vision. All I could do was stand there in defeat.
“Well, I hope your worries are put at ease now, ma’am,” the officer spoke to the older woman.
“Yes, thank you. We’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
My heart sank with that statement. I wanted to pass out right then and there and hope that this was all a bad dream. I felt Miles peppering all kisses against my neck. I tried pushing him away, but I had no energy.
He pulled away, and I noticed that his cheeks were wet. I didn’t dare wipe them, though.
Flora was suddenly beside him. “Why did you leave us?” she shouted, clenching her tiny fists together. “Do you hate me? Do you hate my brother?”
I crouched down in front of her. “That’s right. I hate your brother. Not you, though, darling.” I felt Miles’ harsh glare boring into me. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t lie any longer.
“But big brother likes you so-o-o much! How could you hate him?” Flora cried. Miles knelt down and wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a hug.
“Your brother’s a psychopath, Flora,” I retorted coldly.
I rose to my feet and walked around them. I stepped up the stairs angrily. Mrs. Grose called my name, but I ignored her. That asshole of a woman wouldn’t help me in any way, shape, or form so I wouldn’t pay her any heed.
I walked right inside. Even though I’d been gone a few days, I still remembered the path to my room. I wanted to forget everything about this place, not end up right here again. Up the stairs, down the hallway, turn right, third door on the left.
When I entered, the room was untouched, except for the fact that the blankets were recovered and the window was… barred off. I trembled at the sight. I locked the door behind me and collapsed n the plush bed. I didn’t miss an inch of this place. Especially this room that might as well count as a prison cell.
During various parts of the day, people came and went. They knocked on the door, but it yielded no response. They banged and shouted, but I did not react. I barely moved, except to position myself in a way so that I could see the shifting sun. Inch by inch, hour by hour, it had disappeared under the horizon and I was left in a shadowy, haunted room.
I envied the sun. It came and went as it pleased.
“Y/n, open the door,” Miles’ muffled voice came. “Open the door or I’ll unlock it myself.”
The blankets bunched under my finger nails and my eyes fluttered shut. Let him try.
A minute passed, and I was perplexed by the sound of the doorknob being messed with. I tried my best not to turn and look, worried that he’d be standing there if I did. But, without a doubt in my mind, the door was being opened.
Miles footsteps echoed in the large bedroom. Aggressively, too. He circled me. My gaze followed his tense figure as his eyes bore into me. My heart rate accelerated due to habit. My knuckles grew paler by the second. He was a vulture circling his prey. Unpredictable. Violent.
It was almost surprising how, instead of straddling me to the bed, he plopped next to me.
“I can’t believe you tried to leave me,” he stated blankly. He grabbed my hand and played with my fingers, his grip tight. “Why?”
“You’re delusional if you don’t know,” I sighed. "I’m eighteen, Miles. I’m free to do what I want. Let me live my own life.”
“No!” he shouted. I shuddered. “You told me I can choose my own family. I choose you. I’m not letting you leave me like everyone else!”
“I hate you,” I fired back.
“I love you.”
“I hate you.”
“I love you.”
I turned on my side as much as I could, tired and weary. My eyes glistened with invisible tears. I felt Miles from behind, laying down beside me. His arm draped itself around my waist and he breathed down my neck. His chest felt warm against my back, and I became aware of every inhale he made.
“Please love me,” he whispered huskily. “I’ll do anything if you’d just stay with me.”
“And I’d do anything for you to let me go.”
He brushed the hair away from my neck. I felt his lips sliding against my skin, sucking and kissing. I made no noise of acknowledgement as he abused me with affection. His hand slid under my shirt, drawing circles on my bare waist.
A knock rang from my bedroom door. I steeled myself, praying that Miles wasn’t immediately going to lay on the moves. I opened it, and relief washed over me as I was met with Flora.
“Hi! Miles said he’s going to teach you how to ride a horse. Come on!” she greeted exuberantly.
A quaint smile stretched across my face, and I let her grab my wrist and pull me out of my room. “I can’t wait. I already know we’re going to be the best of friends, Flora.”
Flora giggled in response. We weaved through twists and turns until we finally exited out the back door. I was stunned by the scenery; the sun was shining upon us and the grass was a glistening green. It wasn’t too hot, either, a gentle breeze giving me comfort. We wandered through a well-kept garden, from dark azure hedges to rainbow roses.
I was glad I agreed to learn how to ride a horse. I anticipated that I’d spend most of my days outside.
We arrived at a stone stable. My shoes clacked against the rocky terrain, and Flora led me inside. It was dark, but I could see rows of horses. There were at least five.
“They’re so cute! I’ve never seen horses in person before,” I chided gleefully as Flora let go of my wrist.
“Yeah! Miles said you should ride Juberry because she’s the friendliest. This is her.” Flora motioned to one of the horses, to which the horse snorted and neighed.
I timidly approached it, holding my hand out. On instinct, the black beauty nuzzled my hand, making any anxiety seep away. I laughed slightly, petting the horse’s nose further. I always thought they’d be more intimidating.
“I see you’ve met Juberry.”
Miles had entered the stable while we weren’t looking. Flora squealed happily and ran over, enveloping him in a hug. Miles laughed and hugged back. The scene was rather heartwarming. They finally ended their reunion and Miles turned his attention back to me.
He walked over and fiddled with the gate. Afterwards, it flew open, and he entered. The horse obediently waited as he prepared the saddle and reins and whatnot. Flora fiddled with a cute doll while I was on stand, analyzing all the setup. The horse was just as patient.
Eventually, the horse was sufficiently geared up. Miles walked the horse out with a complacent smile, and I trailed behind him — not behind the horse, though, since I’ve heard more than enough horror stories about that.
We entered a small field. The horse seemed to recognize the area.
“Here we are. First things first,” Miles started, walking over to me,” I’ll help you get on the horse.”
I bit my lip nervously. “Yeah, sure.”
I stood next to the rose, petting its back.
“Put your foot in the stirrup and push yourself up” he instructed.
I did so, but I didn't have enough strength to hoist myself over. Instead, two hands clamped on my waist and boosted me up. I let out a groan, but I managed to pull myself over. I straddled the horse, readjusting myself on the saddle until I felt comfortable enough. Even so, it hurt my ass.
“Good job!” Flora cheered from the sidelines.
I blew her a kiss. Miles held the reins. “So, what you want to do, is bounce to the rhythm. If you don’t, you might fall off. Just try to meet the rhythm.” He began pulling the horse along.
Lo and behold, it did hurt. In order to avoid the pain, I tried my best, but it still felt like my butt was bruising from the impact.
“Uh, good job!” Miles continued. “So, now you have to try and steer the horse. Juberry is taught to go when his neck is patted, and then to stop, you just pull on the reins. Go ahead and try.”
He handed me the rein, and I nervously readjusted myself. For the next half hour or so, I tried gaining control of the horse. I wasn’t doing too poorly for my first try. At one point, Miles left and returned with another horse, although it seemed more hostile.
“Glad you're getting along with Juberry,” Miles said. “This girl’s really mean, though.”
“Yeah she only lets Miles control her!” Flora piped up.
Miles eyed me up and down. “You, uh, look good up there, by the way.” He sent me a cheeky wink. I immediately tensed, sending him a wary glare. He brushed it off, continuing,” You still don't have it yet. I’ll show you how you're supposed to ride.”
He heaved himself onto the other horse, to which it whined loudly. I felt uneasy with how he gripped a whip in one hand. My suspicions were confirmed and I let out an audible gasp as he whacked the horse’s neck. The horse sped up, and Miles directed it to go in a circle. My stomach churned uneasily as I watched him whip the horse for a while before he finally slowed to a stop.
“Cool, right?”
“I don’t see why you have to whip the poor thing,” I snapped.
Miles frowned. “It’s a tough creature. It doesn't do anything to it.”
“If that was true, it wouldn't react when you hit it, Miles.”
“Stop arguing!” Flora interrupted. “I want to go to the pond now, brother!”
Miles and I painted a steeled eye contact. "Good idea, sis’. Let’s do that. Hop on.”
I finally broke contact and watched as Flora climbed on. She sat in front of Miles. I began leading Juberry over to them. Miles sent the horse down a dirt road, and I made sure to keep my distance, trailing behind them. I occasionally patted Juberry's head as though it would make up for Miles’ cruel habits.
At the end of the road was a large lake. I spotted some koi fish swimming around. In the center was a statue fountain. I pulled Juberry to the side and Miles came over, grabbing me and hoisting me off. I thanked him politely. he was about to say something — probably an inappropriate comment — but Flora suddenly screamed.
“Stop it, stop it! Miles, it’s killing it!”
Miles jumped into action. I ran behind. From a distance, I realized a crow had stolen a fish from the pond and was eating it. But, thanks to Miles shewing it away, the bird took off into the trees. The fish was left flopping helplessly in the ground.
Flora began crying. “That was my favorite fish!” she bawled.
I frowned. “Hey, hey, it's okay,” I gently spoke. I crouched down, enveloping her in a warm hug. She hugged pack, but continued to peer over my shoulder.
When we split, I realized that Miles was closely examining it. He stood up. What he did next shook me to my core. He brought his foot down and stomped on the fish over and over again. Flora screamed, burying her face in my waist, not daring to watch.
Miles stained the ground with the poor fish’s blood. He let out a final grunt as he stepped away. He noticed my bewilderment.
“Why did you do that?" I shouted angrily, pulling Flora closer.
A sad smile stretched across his face. “Nothing should have to suffer.”
“There were less violent ways to go about that.”
Flora separated from me. “Now what can I do? My favorite fish is dead!”
I sighed. “Maybe we can go into town and pick one up?”
I must’ve said something wrong, because the atmosphere became cold and dead despite the warm sun beating down on us. Flora’s brows furrowed and Miles sent me a glare. I was left confused and perplexed. Was there something wrong about the local town?
“No,” Miles stated.
“What? Why?”
“If I leave, I’ll die,” Flora proclaimed grimly. “I can’t leave. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die!”
“Sorry, Y/n. There’s no going into town,” Miles agreed, moving to comforting his little sister, who once again burst into tears.
“I can just… go myself. That’s fine. It's just buying a new fish,” I reasoned hopefully.
Miles sent me a glare. “Let’s just drop it. We should take the horses back to the stable. We can get Mrs. Grose to clean this up.”
I pursed my lips, a sense of suffocation searing in my chest. Was I trapped here? Why the hell was this environment so toxic? I wish I was never ‘adopted’ in the first place, because clearly Miles intentions weren’t pure.
But I clearly wasn’t going to win. So, I succumbed to the silence that fell over us and we returned to the stable.
~~~
I set the dishes in the sink, running the water over them. I grabbed the sponge and scrubbed them, cleaning off the remaining bread and egg crumbs. Other than the running water, the kitchen was dead silent. Just how I liked it.
I finished washing the dishes and put them on the rack to dry. When I turned around, Mrs. Grose entered the room, expression cold and stoic as per usual. Even with how she composed herself, she was certainly the most sane of everyone here.
“Miss L/n. I thought I told you that it isn’t your job to do the dishes,” she scolded lightly.
“Well, uh, it’s just a habit. It’s hardly an inconvenience,” I tittered, stepping way from the sink. I noticed that she was balancing some dishes — probably from Miles and Flora — in one hand.
Mrs. Grose only hummed in response, making her way to the sink. She ignored me as she started washing them. I figured now was the best time to approach her on the topic.
“Mrs. Grose?”
“Yes child?” she sighed.
“I… was wondering if I could go into town. Just by myself. I promise to be safe —“
“No.”
“Wh - why? Seriously, I just want to explore a bit —“
“No. Miles has approached me about the subject. He was quite nervous about the idea of you going off the property. And as much as you are… part of the family now, Miles is the heir to the estate and it is my job to listen to him.”
I was absolutely speechless. Now he was actively sabotaging me?
“Please, Mrs. Grose, I just want some freedom. Just an hour outside the gates, not even in town! Just to walk around —“
“No.”
I couldn’t help it. Tears sprung to my eyes. Embarrassed and pissed, I turned tail and exited the. kitchen. I didn’t know where I was going yet, but I just wanted to be outside. Alone.
I sped down hallways. At one point, I could’ve sworn I heard Flora calling my name, but I ignored her and continued onward. Eventually, I found the front door. I threw them open and sped out. I turned to the rocky ruins.
It didn’t take long for me to emerge into the gardens. Relief washed over me and the tears finally released. They clouded my vision, but I kept moving forward, entering the towering hedge maze. Shadows cascaded my vision as I went deeper. Eventually, my pace slowed.
My legs felt weak. I was completely helpless. I was trapped here. Suffocating. Why was Miles doing this to me? Had he grown to hate me?
I plopped on the grass and leaned against the hedge bush. I didn’t know where I was, but at least I felt safe. I finally began wiping my tears. I was surprised at how flooded my visage was. I can’t recall the last time I cried so much. Other than that time with Miles in the garden…
It was funny. If I could go back, and I was told he’d be making me break down constantly, I wouldn’t believe it. Miles used to be my sole source of comfort and happiness. Now, he had turned my life into a living hell.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?”
I immediately tensed, curling further into my self. Miles had found me. Of course he had. I didn’t even have the chance to escape as he cornered me, crouching in front of me and clasping my knees for stability. I pushed my body as far as I could into the hedge, but it didn’t stop his wandering hands.
I wiped my tears enough to meet his gaze. For a moment, I was caught off guard. He looked concerned. He looked like he cared. For a moment, I thought he was the Miles that used to be my best friend.
His worried eyes were unwavering and a pouty frown dominated his lips. His hair was still unkept and messy and he was in his pajamas. He clearly hadn’t even gotten ready for the day. Why had he so adamantly chased me down?
“Talk to me, Y/n,” he pleaded.
I narrowed my eyes. My skin crawled as his hands advanced further up my thighs. “Go away,” I croaked.
Miles sighed. He pushed my knees down so that my legs straightened out. I let out a frightened squeak as he positioned himself inside, sufficiently trapping me there as his hands gripped my waist.
“I’m not leaving you here, Y/n. What happened?”
“What happened? What happened is that you’re making my life a living hell! I didn’t ask for you to almost kill somebody! I didn’t ask for you to adopt me! I didn’t ask for you to be a fucking creep! And I sure as hell didn’t ask for you to fucking trap me here! Get the fuck away from me, you psycho, I hate you!”
In my anger, I raised my hand and aimed to slap him silly. But he caught it. His eyes no longer offered any sympathy and his grip on my hand was so tight I thought he’d break it. I tugged and pulled to get away, but I was completely stuck. My anger flushed away, being replaced with a sharp terror.
Miles was completely blank. Even his frown straightened. He was staring at me and yet it was as though he was looking right through me. With each passing second, his grip on my hand tightened. I let out a yelp and struggled further, which seemed to make him zone back in.
He let go of my hand, and I cradled it, sinking back into the hedges. Even with tears gliding down my cheeks, I couldn’t look away, my fear consuming me.
“Are you kidding me?” he muttered. His hands trailed down my legs before gripping them tightly. He leaned closer to me, brows furrowing. “You keep seeing things the wrong way. Everything I’m doing is for you. I haven’t done anything wrong! How… how can you say that about me? We’re best friends!”
He stared expectantly, a flash of hurt in his eyes. It felt like I couldn’t breathe. “You… you’re crazy. You don’t even know what you’re doing wrong.”
He sneered. “How dare you. I love you and you’re treating me like this. You should be grateful to me, I fucking adopted you! You have a family because of me! I’m your family —“
A surge of fury ran through me. Mustering all my strength, I pushed at his chest. He let out a shout as he fell on his back. I took the chance to stand up. As I tried to run away. His hand grabbed my ankle and I fell on the ground. I had a face full of grass and dirt, my hands digging into the ground. I tried getting back up, but Miles weight crushed me. He crawled onto me and he positioned himself over my back, straddling me.
His hands grabbed the back of my head and his fingers knotted into my hair. He pulled my head up and I felt his breath on my face. I felt completely violated. I didn’t know what else to do except for letting out a gut-wrenching scream at the top of my lungs.
As soon as it escaped my lips, my head was pushed into the ground once more and Miles growl reverberated in my ears. I felt one of his hands pressing into my back. I was completely helpless as his spindled appendages glided over me.
My face was certainly coated in dirt, my tears mixing with the ground. The panic and pain was suffocating me. My head felt so light and I wanted nothing more than to pass out if it meant I’d be spared from him. But then, I realized. Maybe a little acting would be my out.
As best as I could, I turned my limbs limp. Miles let go of my hair, letting out a gasp as my head remained unmoved. He prodded my cheek and turned my head. I kept my eyes shut, regulating my breathing the best I could. His fingers stroked my cheek.
“Y/n?”
He got off me, and kneeling beside me on the grass, he pushed my body onto my back. The grass tickled my hands. His ear pushed against my chest in order to hear my heartbeat, and he let out a sigh of relief. It was almost my time to make my mistake, I knew it.
He pulled me up so that I was leaning against his chest. And just like that, I lifted my fist and punched him right in the face. He let out a curse of surprise. This time, I wasted no time regaining my composure. I stumbled to my feet and ran. Miles shouted my name, but I wouldn’t have any of it. I ran and ran, so far that I surrounded myself in the deep forest and I was left to my lonesome.
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My tired feet dragged myself through the woods. It was dark and I was cold. But, I felt relieved. The whole day, I protected myself in the woods. It was just me and the forest for the first time. It hit me gradually how badly I wanted to leave. It had only been a few weeks and yet I wanted to escape. I couldn’t stay here for much longer. And as badly as I wanted to run away now, I couldn’t. I was sorely unprepared. So, I begrudgingly succumbed to marching back to that awful hell house.
Knowing Mrs. Grose, she wouldn’t have cared much about my leaving. And I’m sure Miles could hardly tell her what happened without revealing his vile actions. My heart stopped as I once more approached the castle. My heart thudded anxiously in my chest as I recited the path to my room. Down the hall, up the stairs, a right turn, third door on the left. I was about to throw the door open when I noticed that light shone through the bottom.
Dread consumed me. But I was tired, hungry, and dirty, and had nowhere else to go. So I reluctantly opened the door.
Immediately, Miles body snatched mine in a possessive hug. I let him. I was too frightened by his heavy breathing to push him away. Miles was unpredictable. And seeing as I punched him in the face earlier, I worried he would be more than happy to return the favor.
“I was so, so worried,” he whispered. Shivers rolled down my spine and I gently pushed at his stomach.
“Let go of me, Miles,” I sighed.
Reluctantly, he listened. He took a step back, although his hands remained, drifting along my arms. His eyes were half-lidded and unreadable. I noticed that there was a pronounced bruising along his jaw and his lip was cut and swollen. I almost felt bad, but after he pretty much assaulted me, I wouldn’t allow any sympathy.
“I - I’m sorry,” he croaked. “I just got mad. I was scared you were going to try and leave me. I love you so, so much. I can’t let you leave me —“
“And that’s the problem, Miles,” I gravely spoke. “You’re scary and… and bad. You’re a bad person.”
His eyes widened. “N - no, I swear it! I know I messed up today, but I was just so scared you were going to leave! I was so scared that when you ran away, I wouldn’t ever see you again. Please, if you jut let me me, I’ll make everything better again —“
I shook my head. “We’re not friends anymore, Miles. I’m a prisoner here. You’re never going to get what you want from me. Just send me back to the orphanage.”
His grip my arm tightened and I let out a yelp. He side-kicked the door, causing it to slam shut. He didn’t look angry, but his movements were forceful as he pulled me onto the bed. Just like earlier, I was left helpless under him, wanting the blankets to swallow me whole.
My eyes watered and the dam burst again. He didn’t look angry. Sad, perhaps, but he truly did look terrified.
“I can’t, Y/n. Y - you’re my best friend, you’re my family. I don’t know what I would do if you left me. I’d rather die than lose you —“
My sobs interrupted him. I was so afraid. My flesh was trembling, and yet I was paralyzed. I turned my head away and squeezed my eyes shut as though he would disappear if I wasn’t looking at him.
His actions were gentle as his fingers glided up my frozen arm. It trailed up my neck and cupped my cheek. He turned my face toward him. I wallowed further, but his hand suddenly clamped over my mouth. He was breathing heavily.
“Shh, shh,” he whispered shakily. His fingers dug into my cheek. I tried turning my head, pushing at his chest, but it was in vain. I was trapped.
I suddenly felt his breath on my cheek. My eyes shot open as I realized his face was only inches away from mine. His lids fluttered shut and he brushed his nose against mine. I could only wait in horror as his hand drifted from my mouth, trailing to my shoulder and holding it down.
I felt something against my leg.My heart completely stopped. He let out a quiet groan, pushing himself further against me. His chest completely pushed against mine. I could do nothing but claw at his back, bunching his shirt up in my hands. My face felt warm, keenly aware of how close his lips were to mine.
But then, as though he had found some sense, he moved up and pressed a chaste kiss against my forehead. It lingered for oh-so long. I was breathless and grateful that he hadn’t done what I feared he would, but my skin still shivered from the crazed affection.
He pulled away, breathing heavily. I watched him adamantly. He sat up and got off of me. My gaze followed him as he walked toward the door. But, peering over his shoulder once more, he stated something that scared me the most:
“I know you’re scared so I’ll leave you alone for tonight. Good night. I love you.”
a/n ; this is rlly shitty im super sorry. it's 4am and i've gotten like zero sleep so pls let this slide. i've been having huge brainrot for the past hour sooooo ya lol
pt. 2 here
y/n l/n, aka mike wheeler's best friend, ever since kindergarten.
you'd both had feelings for each other, but never told each other. you were both oblivious to the other's feelings, so no relationship ever sparked. neither of you told each other, because you were both scared of the friendship messing up, or the other would hate the other.
you two were technically attatched at the hip, being nearly impossible to separate. wherever you went, he tagged along. wherever he went, you came too. you were the definition of inseparable.
that was until eleven came.
that one rainy night, you, mike, lucas, and dustin, were out looking for will in the woods, only to run into a girl with a buzz cut.
ever since that night, your bond technically broke. he's been spending a shit ton of time with her, barely spending any time with you. whenever you did spend time together, eleven tagged along. and so while they were doing their cute shit, you were on mike's opposite side, awkwardly standing there.
you didn't hate el at all. you were just a bit upset that your bestfriend was choosing some girl he just met in the woods, over his bestfriend that he's known for– heaven knows how many years? but you didn't tell him, lucas or dustin about being upset. you continued hanging with them throughout the years.
when eleven went missing, you were there to comfort mike. you were there to tell him that she was safe. that she was okay. that he had nothing to worry about. when she were gone, max got added to the party. you were pretty glad about it. you and el weren't the only girls anymore. plus, she was super cool. but her and mike didn't get along.
the fact that she got "added" to the party without his permission, was only one of the problems. one of the bigger problems was that he thought that max was hogging you. which she wasn't.
your friendship with mike was nearly fixed. but of course, el came back.
not that you had a problem with her! you thought el was super cool. with her powers and all. you weren't shocked mike loved her.
you would hang out with them often. most of the time you'd be sitting on the floor, while her and mike made out on the bed. you were all hanging out at your place, in the guess room.
"heyyyy," you chirped, while the couple continued making out, paying no attention to you. "think we could play some cyndi lauper? or madonna? tears for fears? the smiths? fleetwood mac?" you looked up at the couple, who were basically eating each other's faces off, ignoring you completely. you let out a sigh, as you got up from your seat. you walked to your door, but a voice stopped you.
"where are you going, y/n?" mike asked.
you looked back, and saw that mike has his hands cupped on eleven's face, while they both looked at you.
"no where. just continue eating each other's faces." you quietly scoffed, before exiting your room. you went outside to your front porch, your elbows rested against the fense, while the rest of your arms were dangling off the fense. you stared at the night stars, the moon, the very faint clouds which weren't very visible, and the sky. how they all just looked gorgeous.
it was quiet and peaceful. until you heard the door behind you open then close. "hey."
you heard a familiar voice behind you. you heard him approach you, standing by your side.
"hi." you said back, not bothering to look at the boy. you didn't want him there with you, because you just wanted to yell at him.
it was silent. both of you weren't talking. you tried to hard to keep your gaze and thoughts on the night sky, but it was hard while the boy you were upset with was right next to you.
all of a sudden, you felt your eyes watering.
why the fuck are my eyes watering? am i about to fucking cry? why am i even crying? shitshitshit.
you tried holding back your tears. your vision becoming blurry from all the held back tears and sniffles, as you felt your nose get stuffy. you felt a thick teardrop run down your cheek, lessening the blurryness in your eyes. you sniffled, due to your nose being to stuffy.
mike glanced at you. his blank expression, turning into a concerned one, once he saw your glassy eyes. "holy shit, y/n. what's wrong?"
"nothing, mike." you mumbled, not facing him.
"nono, something is definitely wrong. don't hit me with that 'nothing's wrong, stop asking' bullshit, because i'm not letting you be stubborn. you don't cry often, so for you to cry, i want to help." he stated.
you didn't answer, but continued crying. you wanted to stop crying, yet the tears wouldn't stop. you felt like you were going mad.
"mike?" you sniffled again, aggressively wiping the tears off your face. he hummed in response, the same concerned look plastered on his face. "you wanna know what's wrong?"
he nodded in response.
"well, what's fucking wrong is that i think i'm in love with you. and i have been since i was 9 years old. i fucking hate it so much. 'cause ever since el, you've treated me like utter shit. everytime i asked to hang out you always bring el." you spat. he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off before he could say anything. "and before you say any pathetic bullshit about how i hate el or something, don't even say it. because matter of fact, i don't hate her. i admire her. she stole your heart, and nothing can change that. and you. don't even try anything. don't fucking kiss me, don't hug me, and don't tell me about any feelings you had or have for me. because none of it would matter at all. wanna know why? it's because, you have a lovely girlfriend who loves you. so don't go breaking her heart like you did to me. 'kay?"
he didn't know how to reply. he was stunned. it's like his words were stuck in his throat. he wanted to say something but he couldn't even open his mouth.
"i'm gonna go back inside. bye michael." you sighed, opening the door to go back inside.
you went to your room, and layed on your bed like a starfish. you flipped over, grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. "fuck i hate this stupid bullshit so much!" it came out muffled, as your face was burried into your pillow.
you sobbed into your pillow, muffling your soft sobs.
Oh boy double update! Very exciting, I wrote this up quick so I hope it makes sense. I wanted to make up for not posting last week. Things are about to get interesting. :)
Warnings: Mentions of death
Night 1
Night 2
Night 3
You wake to a pounding in your head. As the waking world slowly came into focus you soon relize you were somewhere you weren't supposed to be. You were in some kind of metal suit, you could barely move. You attempt to shift but stop when a voice chimes in.
I wouldn't do that if I was you.
Circus Baby, oh no.
Your voice comes out horse and strained. This can't be happening.
"What, what's going on? Let me out!"
Shh! Be still and quiet. You've been sleeping for quite a while. I think they noticed that you never left the building last night. The cameras are searching for you. But they couldn't find you. I have you hidden too well. I kidnapped you. Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. I am only going to keep you for a little while. Try not to wiggle, though. You're inside something that came from my old pizzeria. I don't think it was ever used - at least, not the way it was ever meant to be used. Too dangerous. It's just big enough for one person to fit inside. But just barely.
"Where am I?"
The panic sets in, your chest feels heavy.
You're in the scooping room. Do you know why they call it 'the scooping room'? It's because, dummy, this is the room where they use the scooper. I thought that would be obvious. Isn't that a fun name for something? "The scooper." It sounds like something you would use for ice cream, or custard, or sprinkles. It sounds like something you would want at your birthday party, to ensure that you get a heaping portion of every good thing.
"Please let me go, why are you doing this?"
The scooper? You didn't like the sound of that one bit.
You wiggle around starting to panic a little more.
Shhh you will be alright. I just wanted to speak with you, alone. I thought this would be the best option.
She lets outs what you assume was a laugh.
"By kidnapping me?!"
Not quite, as far as am aware you're not a child.
"Fine, whatever let's talk"
What do know of the man you are with?
"Um, not a lot, I just met him a few days ago."
I see, well allow me to enlightening you. He is a bad man. He has done terrible things. You are not safe with him.
"What are you talking about? How do you know that?"
Let's just call it insight from a past life. We want to help you and in return you could help us.
"I'm sorry but I'm still very confused. Past life? Are you alive?"
You don't belong here, in this place. There is so much history you don't understand. But for some reason fate has brought you here to me. You need me to survive, just as I need you.
None of this made sense. What the heck was she going on about? Was what she was saying about Mike true? How would she know? You felt dizzy, you could barely keep it together when a thumping from another room snapped you to reality.
We are out of time. When the time comes, you must listen to me. You must make sure he listens to me. I will keep you safe but you cannot falter. I will open the face plates so he can find you.
"How did you get in there? Hang on."
The face clicks open as the sound of a door opening startled you
"(Y/N)?! Are you in here? Oh God please be okay."
You recognized the voice, it was Mike, thank goodness.
"Mike! I'm over here! Please help me!"
He comes into view with a worried look.
He presses a few buttons and pulls you out. You legs felt like Jello the moment your feet touched the ground, you collapsed. You clung to Mike as he held you up and fought the urge to cry.
"I was so scared, I was so scared, I thought I was going to die"
You felt Mike tense up as you held onto him. He then akwardly hugged you.
"You have a lot of explaining too do"
"I'm so sorry, you're safe now"
Mike helped you out of the building and let you pull yourself together. You then agreed to meet at a diner down the street to discuss the recent events.
"Are you sure you'll be okay to drive?"
Mike insisted on walking you to your car, which you appreciated. You were still very shaky but you were sure you can make it down the street.
You got into you car with a sigh watching as Mike walked away. You remember what Baby said, that he was a bad man. That can't be true right? She was just trying to get into your head. Pushing the thought to the back of your head as you drive off.
"Thanks I'll be fine, see you in ten minutes"
You sat across from Mike absent mindedly stirring your coffee. You wanted to speak up but couldn't seem to get out the words. Luckily Mike beat you too it.
"So what happened back there? On my way back to the elevator I heard this...scream. I tried to go find you but the elevator locked me in. I thought.... they killed you."
You looked at him, he had a genuine caring expression. Did he really care about you? You sit up straighter.
"I took care of the parts and service task and on my way out I ran into Funtime Foxy. I woke up in some kind of suit. I had a 'lovely' conversation with Baby-"
"Hang on, you actually held a conversation with her? What did she say?"
"Yeah, she was talking about you actually. That you were a bad man, that you did bad things. How I need her to survive"
Mike didn't respond right away, he held his head deep in thought.
"So my suspicions were right, but what the heck did he do?"
"What did who do? Do you know what's going on?"
He folds his hands on the table leaning forward.
You shurg taking a sip of coffee.
"How much do you know about Fazbear entertainment?"
"Barley anything honestly, I told you before my parents kept me far away from that place"
"Long story short, the franchise was founded by Henry Emily and William Afton. A lot of tragic things happened throughout the years. A lot of children died. Most of the tragedies were in one way or another caused by William. One of these children was Elizabeth Afton, Williams daughter. She was..... scooped by Baby on the open day of Circus Baby's Pizza World. I think she's possessing Baby. She's what I've been looking for"
You couldn't help but look at him like he was crazy. But this whole situation felt so unreal so it was probably true.
He runs a hand through his hair with an exhausted sigh.
"Why are you looking for her? How are you connected to all this?"
"I'm.....my Father.....William is...was my Father and Elizabeth was my sister. Now my Father is missing and the only thing he left behind was a cryptic note leading me to the facility. I didn't know why at first but the moment I saw her.....something in me just knew."
You were having a hard time processing all this information. You couldn't help but feel bad for Mike.
"I'm sorry Mike, so that what you meant when you said you had a traumatic childhood huh?"
He smiled a little.
"Don't be sorry for me, I've made my fair share of mistakes. Now I'm just trying to right the wrongs"
"Hold up, what did Baby mean when she said you did bads things?"
"She must think I am my Father, I unfortunately have many uncanny similarities to him. I truly hate it."
You rub your temples, you could feel a headache coming on.
"Wow, this is really a lot. So let me get this straight. Your Father helped to found Fazbears then caused a lot of deaths in relation to said franchise. One of which was his own daughter, your sister. Who now haunts the Circus Baby animatronic. And is possibly trying to kill you because she thinks you're William?"
"Yes, that sounds about right. However now you're involved with my overly complicated family drama. I'd understand if you want to quit and leave this too me."
He looked rather impressed by your compression.
You slam your hand on the table.
"Are you kidding me?! I'm not leaving you alone with this mess! Plus I feel a certain level of responsibility for making sure you don't die now. It sounds like you've been through enough pain."
"You want to help me?"
"Heck yeah! We're partners remember?"
You can see in his eyes how much that small gesture means to him but he doesn't vocalize it, he instead gets up tossing a few bucks on the table.
"Right, go home get some rest you've had a long night. Meet me in the facility parking lot twenty minutes before our shift and we'll come up with plan."
You sit back down and finally take a moment to yourself. Sipping your coffee you sort through the events of this evening. This was beyond bazzire but on a bright note you may have made a new friend!
He starts to head out but you quickly stand.
"Mike wait!"
He turns to you and without a beat you hug him.
"I know this doesn't mean much but I'm sorry you had to go through all that. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. I'm in your corner now. I won't leave you."
After a few moments he hugs back, by how tightly he holds on you can tell the poor guy probably didn't get hugged very often. He lets go looking rather embarrassed. You simply smile, he was pretty.
"I appreciate you saying that, I should go now, I'll see you later."
wait, yandere toy Bonnie quite possibly, or yandere Bonnie? i love my rabbits!
Yandere!Toy Bonnie x Reader Headcanons
💙 Mr. Afton had messed with his wiring, he was sure. After all, Toy Bonnie knew he was only supposed to be mean to the bad guys, but now whenever it got dark, everyone was a bad guy - anyone who wasn't like him or his friends, that is. It made him sad. He didn't want to scare the Nightguard, and he didn't like being mean to people who didn't deserve it. But when it was night, the Nightguard was the bad guy. So when he spots you, someone sneaking in after hours, maybe because of a dare or out of simple curiosity, he's momentarily upset… Before realizing his system didn't pick you up as a criminal. You were an innocent. Mr. Afton wasn't perfect, after all. Machines and humans were very alike, in many ways. No matter how much you try to train someone, something, you can always find a flaw, a mistake, a malfunction. The ability to break free…
🐇 So, if you weren't a bad person, you were an innocent. Oh, poor dear! You must be so scared! In fact, you are scared - Toy Bonnie's facial recognition software can easily see that. You had lost balance, probably too scared to stand, and scrambled backwards away from him. Toy Bonnie reached out for you, taking a few heavy steps forward, to which you responded with screams of terror. Oh no! Oh, no, no, no! Please, don't be afraid, please, don't scream! Concern jolted about in his circuits, making him speed up as he chased after you. He had to protect you!! Oh, if his friends found you- oh, dear, he didn't even want to think about what could happen! His green eyes watched as you flipped yourself onto your hands and knees, crawling as you tried to get back into your feet. Now, Toy Bonnie was hardly as fast as his good friend, Foxy, but - it wasn't hard to gain up on you, pulling your leg backward from under you and maneuvering you into his arms.
💙 You were a fighter, he'd give you that! It was funny how you tried to wriggle and squirm out of his grip, as though a human could even have a chance of getting free from his hold - but, still, if this were a game, it'd be so much fun!!... Oh, but it wasn't! You were still very much in danger, and he had to protect you! Protect you. Protect. You. So, he quickly stole you away into a room marked for "Employees". His system warned him that this was against the rules, but… But, you were more important than the rules! Surely, he won't get into much trouble. He's only helping!! Helping you. Protecting you. Protect you.
🐇 Toy Bonnie settles himself down into a sitting position, with you still held against him in his arms. You seemed much less scared now… But, maybe that was because he had one of his paws pressed against your mouth. Sorry! He just couldn't have any of his friends hearing! Oh, poor thing… Humans were so fragile, and you were no exception. So fragile and soft. He could feel as such due to the sensors under his paws. Oh, all of Toy Bonnie's other friends were so sharp or rough around the edges! Toy Freddy, Toy Chica, especially poor Toy Foxy, all mangled up and exoskeleton showing. Not to mention the older group, with their circuitry and wires showing. But, Toy Bonnie was soft. Like you. Like you. Likes you. His focus returns to you as his sensors feel your body loosen up, tension fading from you. Slowly, he removes one of his paws from your mouth, trusting you not to make noise. His robotic eyes ean over your face, analyzing and recording every inch. But, he pauses as he hears you whisper, "Please, don't kill me…"
💙 Toy Bonnie's ears dropped, a clicking sound emanating from within him as his facial features shifted into that of sadness. Guilt sparked inside him. You were so scared, so sad! His poor darling… Er, new friend! But, it's not like he could comfort you with his voicebox - he hadn't been programmed with any voice recordings, not like his friends. So, he simply pulled you closer, soft against his chest, nuzzling against you. As he held you, your trembling eventually stopped altogether, a placated expression on your face. You must have understood that he was here to help! Which he was! He's so glad you trust him! He's so happy to help you, to have met you, to protect you! He loves protecting you, loves you!! Loves you! Loves. You.
🐇 Toy Bonnie wants to hold you forever, to always be with you. Is this what humans call love? Love at first sight, even? He just wants to protect you from the bad, mean people - and that's anyone who dared try to take you from him, even when the lights came on and he was supposed to be performing. Because you were much more important than else in his programming. You were top priority. If any tried to take you away, well… It's certainly lucky for Toy Bonnie that he had enough strength to easily break a human's body. They were so soft and fragile, after all.
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