These can be literally anyone you want with anything you want. Just send in a request using yourself, your OC, or a random character and what you want to happen and who you want it to happen with. Requests are open :)
I know I write a lot of MCR stuff but I mean... I have no excuse. I'm literal trash. I think I have something FOB or P!ATD related coming up though so... idk yet. Enjoy :)
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Y/N I smiled at the idiot who came rushing into my room red from the frustration. "Y/N, can you help me with this fucking death trap?" He asked, holding his tie up. I smiled a little and worked on tying it while I could feel him staring at my face. I stepped back and he smiled, "Thanks. Hey, aren't you going?" He looked disappointed when he seen that I was still in skinny jeans and a band tee.
"Um . . . I wasn't aware I was going . . . ?" It sounded more like a question than a confused statement. The redhead's hazel eyes widened, "Are you fucking kidding?! Of course you're going! Didn't I invite you?" He suddenly seemed panicked, thinking he forgot to invite me. "Yeah, I just figured you were joking or something, I dunno," I mumbled with a shrug. He groaned and took on a joking tone, "Of course I wasn't joking, you idiot! Get dressed." He smiled to show he didn't think I was an idiot and left the room.
I turned to my closet with a sigh. What to wear, what to wear, I thought to myself. I went through the various dresses and finally found the right one just when I was about to give up. "Thank fuck I found it," I murmured and pulled it out.
I closed the door to my closet (and my room) and started to change. I stepped back and looked in the mirror, deciding to just do eyeliner. Well, and a little natural looking makeup. Not much, though. Not like I'm trying to impress anyone. (Pic of dress is below)
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I heard a quiet knock on the door and smiled lightly. "Come in," I called just as I was grabbing a simple black jacket to go over my shoulders. It's freaking December/January, ok? I'm gonna need a jacket.
The door opened quietly behind me and I could tell he stopped. I turned to see what was wrong and I found my best friend/crush staring at me in awe. "Holy shit," he breathed, making my heart pound. "You uh . . . you don't like it?"
His eyes widened as I turned away and tried to figure out why I thought his reaction was bad. I felt his warm hand on my cold shoulder, turning me gently to face him. "No, I love it. You look . . . amazing. Come on, we're gonna be late," he smiled and helped me into my jacket. I turned almost as red as my dress at his compliment and hid my face.
"Oh, I forgot something," we both said at at the same time. We laughed awkwardly and went two different ways.
I went over to my bedside table and grabbed my glasses, sighing in relief when the world wasn't blurry anymore. I went over and reached under my bed until I found the box that contained my black wedges. Hey, if I'm gonna wear heels, wedges are my go to. They're easier to walk in.
"Y/N?" I turned at the sound of my name, my curled hair (did that earlier in the day) falling in my face. I quickly brushed it away and faced the dork in front of me who was trying not to laugh. "Are you ok now?"
