My Chemical Romance One Shots (complete)

Mikey x Reader - I Don't Care If That Makes Me Gay (P1)

Readers Beware: This one-shot talks about transphobia and rape. If you are touchy of either of those subjects, please skip the whole one-shot, for it is mentioned all throughout.

I walked down the corridor of my horrible school, thinking 'wow! I sure do love this place!'. I love waking up at 5:30 a.m. to see high school students doing drugs and making out in front of my locker. "School is a place that combines education and fun!" say the teachers. Yeah, I bet. More like "A place of mental, and possibly physical, abuse!" For me, the second statement was correct. I got good grades and all, but school was still very hard. Not to mention the bullying, either.

So, there I was walking down the corridor when one of my favorite people decided to join me. "Hey, dude. How's my favorite man doing today?" he snarled. Of course. My favorite bully. Kolbee.

He and his gang always tormented me on how I 'dressed like a guy' and 'how they all knew what was really between my legs'. Whether it was offensive name calling, or me being used as a literal punching bag, it always took its toll. When people heard that I was apparently transgender, all of my friends stopped talking to me, and no one would talk to me in general. Even teachers turned a cold shoulder to the prejudice happening.

Was I actually transgender? Yes.

Was I going to tell anyone? No.

I pushed past Kolbee and his laughing group of boys and girls to my locker. At least today they didn't decide to use me as a way to practice for boxing. Or so I thought.

The day was a drag so far, it was only third period and it felt like I had been here for hours. "So, when using the Pythagorean theorem, you..."

Blah, blah, blah. Math was so boring. I raised my hand. "Yes, Y/n." The teacher asked.

"Bathroom?" I requested. The teacher simply nodded. He seemed fed up at the fact that I had interrupted his extremely important lesson for my bodily needs, but my body needed to get out of that class.

I got up and took a slow walk to the bathroom. Little did I know someone, or should I say a group of someones, were following me. I went into the bathroom, and went to shut one of the stall doors when none other than Kolbee yanked it back and said, "not so fast."

"Get out!" I yelled, standing up. "This is a women's bathroom."

"Well, you're in here and you're not a woman." he snickered. The group of the three other boys he brought with him laughed along, too. "Speaking of, I think it's finally time to see what is really between those fat thighs of yours."

My eyes widened in fear as I realized what they were planning to do to me. I tried to scream, but one of his buddies clamped their hand over my mouth. Two of the other ones held me right where I was, making my struggling futile. Then, none other than Kolbee himself began to unzip my pants.

I was flailing like a fish out of water. My feet were banging loudly up against the stall doors, which then made loud echoes. "Hold her better," Kolbee said through gritted teeth.

I was praying that I wouldn't cry. I had a horrible urge to do so at the moment, but that was the last thing I needed right now. I continued to thrash around until one of my elbows collided with something that felt like a soft solid. Then, one of the boys screeched, falling to the ground and clutching his area in pure pain.

They weren't going to see what was between my legs without a little pain to theirs.

With my new found freedom, I pushed myself away from the other boy holding me down easily and went running out of the bathroom. "RAPE!" I began to yell as loudly as I could. "RAPE!"

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