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Formerly known as mcrxreader. Currently only writing Blind Channel RPF. BC fics: https://archiveofourown.org/users/winterschnikovilhelm/worksMCR Fic Masterlist: https://rpf-bat.tumblr.com/post/152003069837/masterlist-of-my-work-so-far
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Still melting from them❤️🩹
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Three cheers for sweet revenge!!!!
Especially if it comes with magical powers.
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From Samy’s Instagram. April 30th, 2024.
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the most important ingredients for a male character are
-beautiful, flowing hair
-the saddest most pathetic and downtrodden vibes you've ever seen in your life
hope that helps!
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CHEERRRRRARD!!!
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Samy posting that video from the rehearsal space and it looks like he's alone in there, so it got me thinking about dropping him off there since he has band practice and helping him carry stuff inside. When we notice no one else has arrived yet I would stay to keep him company while he waits. While he sits down on something I would go stand between his legs, us now face to face cause he's so high up his legs aren't even reaching the ground. "Wanna pass some time by making out?" I'd ask, while wrapping my arms behind his neck, playing with the loose curls that have escaped his bun. Him sighing out a "please" and I wouldn't waste time locking our lips together. When the others finally arrive and I'm leaving, I look over my shoulder one last time to see Samy with flushed cheeks and tousled hair, winking at him when I notice his pants are a bit tighter around his crotch than before.
HELLOOO THIS IS HOT 😳😳🔥🔥🔥
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Shoutout to the anon who pointed out that Samy’s feet aren’t touching the ground in his latest Instagram story. My pocket-sized heartthrob.
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that one gerard way image that had me in a chokehold in 2015
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dude your golden retriever boyfriend just fucking bit me
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sorry i told u extensively about the rpf lore do you still think im hot
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🥺🥺
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Thank you. 🖤
@darkerthanblack666-ao3 requested Niko/Joel with prompt #26: “Why am I always the problem! You’re just as shitty as I am.”
It wound up being 701 words.
Joel was staring up at his bedroom ceiling, wishing he could sleep, when he heard a knock at his door.
He sat up, and glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 3:00 AM.
Who the fuck is that? Joel wondered, rubbing his eyes as he got out of bed. Did Joonas lock himself out of his apartment again? I know I have his spare key for emergencies, but he ought to start remembering his own key ring, when he goes out drinking.
He stumbled into the living room, and stared through the peephole of his front door. But, the face he saw on the other side wasn’t Porko’s. It was Niko.
“Joel, please open up,” Niko slurred. “I know you’re awake. You’re always awake.”
“Are you drunk?” Joel asked, as he opened the door.
Maybe he should’ve stopped to put a shirt on, before he answered the door. He was too sleepy to think of it.
Niko dove at Joel’s bare chest, sinking his face into the pale skin of the taller man’s shoulder.
“Hey, what the hell?” Joel protested, attempting to push Niko away.
“I needed a hug,” Niko explained, straightening. “I’m sorry.”
He was definitely drunk - and he looked like had been crying.
“Come inside, I guess,” Joel sighed, burying his face in his hands. “I can’t have you groping me in the hallway, making noise and waking all my neighbors.”
“I wasn’t groping you,” Niko scoffed, shutting the door behind him as he walked in. “It was just a hug!”
“You’re a shitty drunk,” Joel rolled his eyes. “Come into the kitchen. I’ll make some coffee, so that you sober up.”
“Coffee at three in the morning?” Niko protested. “You want me to stay up all night, like you? Why don’t you just let me sleep here?”
“Why can’t you go home and sleep in your own bed?” Joel asked, yawning.
“Why am I always the problem?” Niko argued, his tone becoming belligerent. “You’re just as shitty as I am. We both get drunk all the time, to cope with our lonely, depressing lives. I thought you would understand.”
“Yeah, but I drink alone, and I don’t bother anyone,” Joel argued.
“So I’m bothering you?” Niko frowned.
“Who goes all the way to someone’s house at this hour, for just a hug?” Joel wondered, exasperated. “I mean, I’ve had drunk girls hit me up at this hour of the night before. But, they were looking for something…a little more than that.”
“You want more?” Niko slurred. “I’ll give you more.”
“Huh?” Joel blinked. But, suddenly, he was thrown up against the wall of his kitchen, as Niko pushed him hard, and laid his lips on his mouth.
And suddenly they were kissing, and it felt so good, hands fisting into long hair, tongues fighting their way into mouths…
“Niko, wait!” Joel gasped, reluctantly pushing the smaller man off his body. “You’re drunk. I shouldn’t take advantage.”
He could taste the gin on Niko’s breath.
“I don’t care if you do,” Niko shook his head. “C’mere.”
“Well, I care,” Joel resisted. “I don’t want you to hate me when you wake up tomorrow.”
“I couldn’t hate you, man,” Niko insisted. “You’re my best friend.”
“Then you’ll hate yourself,” Joel frowned. Like I hated myself, every time I let you cuddle in my bed with me when you were drunk and lonely on tour. You’d get up the next day and ditch me like it didn’t even happen.
“I miss sharing a room with you at hotels,” Niko confessed. “I miss having you in the bunk above mine, on the tour bus. Now that we’re not on tour anymore…me being in my house…and you being in your house…it feels too far away. I’m sorry…that probably doesn’t make sense.”
His drunken ramblings actually made perfect sense to Joel. He’d missed Niko, too - even though they both still lived in downtown Helsinki.
But, does he only miss me when he’s drunk? Joel wondered, hesitating.
“If I still want to tomorrow,” Niko rambled with pleading eyes, “If I still want to when I’m sober…then can I kiss you, Joel? Please?”
“Of course you can,” Joel promised. But you won’t want to.
#it’s *also* from 2022 😅#not sure what prompted you to dig it up but I’m glad you did! welcome to Tumblr! 🫂
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69. "You do know that we're in public, right?" for Niko/Joel👀☻️
69?? Nice. 😂
Here you go, it’s Niko/Joel as requested, and it’s 791 words.
Maybe someday, Niko thought hopefully, we’ll be a ‘big’ band, and we’ll be able to pay other people to carry our equipment for us.
But, today was not that day. Today, they were walking as fast as they could through an underground train station in the United Kingdom. The equipment they were carrying - guitar cases and amps and everything else a band needed to put on a show - was heavy, but they couldn’t afford to slow down.
“If we don’t catch the next one,” Joel huffed, already out of breath, “we’ll miss the showcase in Brighton!”
Niko knew he should be grateful, for the opportunity to play a gig outside of Finland. But, he was jet lagged and hungover and, at this point, he felt close to telling the label that they could shove the showcase up their ass.
“Don’t run!”, Niko warned. “It’s too crowded, you’re going to crash into someone and….”
Smack.
Joel ran straight into some random British woman, who wasn’t looking as she carried her shopping bags up the stairs.
“Oh no, ma’am, are you okay?” Joonas cried, stopping to help the woman up.
Olli and Tommi also set down their equipment, to help the woman pick up her groceries, which had spilled everywhere.
But, Niko wasn’t looking at the woman, or her belongings.
He was looking at what Joel had dropped, when he ran into her.
The case had flown out of his hands, and sailed down the stairs. When it hit the floor at the bottom, the latch had opened, spilling its contents - a microphone and it’s stand - onto the concrete.
People were swerving around it already, trying not to step on it.
“Joel, what the hell?!” Niko cried. “Now we have to go pick that up, before some englantilainen breaks it!”
Joel scampered down the stairs to retrieve the mic. Niko went after him, not trusting him to do anything correctly.
“I can’t believe you threw my mic stand down a flight of stairs!” Niko cried angrily. “Now we have to stop during soundcheck and make sure it even still works correctly!”
“Your mic stand?!” Joel repeated incredulously. “No way - this is my mic stand. Olli was carrying your microphone.”
“No, Olli was carrying your microphone, and you had my microphone!” Niko argued.
“It doesn’t matter,” Joel snapped. “Just let me grab it!”
“No,” Niko shook his head, grabbing Joel by the wrist. “I’m grabbing it. I don’t trust your hands with my things.”
“The fuck?” Joel blinked, struggling in the shorter man’s grip. He was stronger than he looked. “Let go.”
“No, I’m not letting go,” Niko insisted.
“Dude, you’re being stupid,” Joel sighed. “Our stuff is just sitting there on the ground, while you’re arguing with me. Do I have to hit you, to make you let go?”
“I’d like to see you try,” Niko dared him.
Joel reached his free hand out, but it never made contact with Niko’s face. Instead, the rapper snatched Joel’s hand out of the air. Now, both of the blonde’s wrists, were clamped tightly in Niko’s fists.
“Let go!“ Joel repeated, trying to raise his arms into the air, to wrench them out of Niko’s grip.
It didn’t work.
Niko held Joel’s wrists above his head, pinning them, as he backed him against the cold, concrete wall of the metro station.
Suddenly, something in Joel’s expression changed. Instead of struggling, his face turned red.
Niko’s anger evaporated when he realized where Joel’s mind had suddenly gone.
“Oh, you like being pinned in this position?” Niko grinned, bringing Joel’s face closer to his own. “Are you thinking of when I had you in this same position, a couple nights ago?”
“Y-You do know that we’re in public, right?” Joel stammered.
They’d messed around before, when they were drunk. Played stupid games, with Joel’s wrists and a length of mic cable. Just like the cable that was on the ground right now…
But, this is different, Joel thought. We’re not in private. We’re not even in Finland.
“Oh, I know,” Niko smirked. “I just don’t care.”
With those words, he pressed his lips roughly against Joel’s mouth. He used the weight of his body to press him harder against the wall as he kissed him aggressively.
“Hey!” a deep voice behind them called. “It’s Tommi. I picked up your microphone for you. If you’re done making out, the next train is coming!”
Joel’s cheeks burned with shame, as Niko pulled away. He couldn’t believe Tommi saw them. Their occasional hookups were supposed to be a secret.
Did the whole band know?!
“Hmm, I’m not sure we’re done,” Niko laughed, as he released Joel’s wrists. “We might have to continue this, at the hotel, after the gig.”

#😍😍😍#<- I wrote this in 2022. so I’m not even sure how you found it ^^;#but thank you. I’m glad you liked it. 😅
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still cannot process how mcr wrote demolition lovers in tHEIR FIRST ALBUM. FIRST ALBUM. THEY WERE JUST SOME SAD KIDS FROM NEW JERSEY AND YET THEY WROTE "I'M TRYING, I'M TRYING TO LET YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU MEAN, AS DAYS FADE, AND NIGHTS GROW, AND WE GROW COLD" FOR FUCKS SAKE
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