CancerCancer4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Frank warned Gerard, who instantly did as ordered. The once dark brown haired man barely gave a wince of pain as the needle bit into his skin. He gave a soft exhale as the morphine softened his pain and his world.
If you could get me a drink
Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded
"Gee could you get me a drink?" Frank asked softly to which Gerard nodded and helped his husband to drink. Frank gave him a faint smile, his eyes looking so weary from fatigue and pain. The singer gave him a sorrow filled smile of his own, before leaning down and kissing his husband's now almost non-existent lips.
Call my aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
"Didja go through all of my stuff?" Frank inquired another smile coming to his lips when Gerard took hold of his hand. Gee's hand was so warm and full of life, he could feel his vitality pouring into him. The older man nodded and before the singer could start in on the futile hope that Frank would live, the sho
Autumn walk"It's so beautiful out." Mikey stated inhaling deep the early morning smell which consisted of wet soil and leaves, upon exhaling he could see his breath.Autumn walk3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"It's cold out." Frank mumbled rubbing his sandpaper feeling eyes with stiff fingers, since the morning chill was already getting to them. Mikey laughed, the steam of his breath spilling from his mouth.
"That's why it's so lovely out!" He exclaimed kicking up the orange and golden leaves scattered generously over the trail the two walked on. Frank rolled his eyes but wore a smile of amusement as he caught hold of the older man's hand lacing their fingers together.
The two young men were out walking the nature trail at about six thirty in the morning, in mid-autumn. The reason was that Mikey had taken up going on walks very early in the morning, finding them peaceful and calming.
A good thing after the chaos of touring.
Mikey wore jeans, a long sleeve shirt under a hoodie, Converse and a beanie. Frank wore sweatpants, a hoodie,
Little Killjoys"Are you crazy Frank? It's one thing for us to be Killjoys but not our kids!" Gerard exclaimed, appalled that Frank would dare suggest to bring their children into this life of danger.Little Killjoys3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Am I? Look around Gerard, look at what we've become." Frank answered in an icy calm voice. Gerard grudgingly swept his gaze about the tool shed and had to admit they had sunk far from how they had lived before.
The tool shed was just big enough to hold the three single mattresses. One was in front of the door with two against either wall. Gerard slept on the mattress in front of the door, Frank and Cherry shared the mattress to his right, with Bandit and Lily to his left. The space created by this incomplete rectangle of mattresses left a person only four paces before they ran into a bed.
At the moment the three children were outside playing, kicking up dirt, and just being children, something Gerard knew they could rarely be if they were Killjoys. Frank must've known what he was thinking for he asked "
StarsThey mocked us.Stars3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
They mocked us by putting us in canoes, stuffed with white flowers and votive candles. As if we were fallen warrior chiefs and this was our funeral. I suppose it was, seeing as they were setting us out to sea with nothing.
I was the last one to be put in one of the three canoes, cradled like a baby as I was set down. I gazed up at Korse as he loomed over me to light the candle at the helm of my wooden vessel. The faint flame threw strange shadows across his face, and allowed me to see the beads of sweat on his bald head. The man's chocolate brown eyes caught mine as his lips pulled back into a grin.
"No famous last words?" He sneered. I did not respond, for indeed I had no brave words to say, nothing heroic or inspiring as Mikey, Ray and I were pushed out to sea. We did not try to free our hands and feet, what was the point? We had nothing but shambles of a society to go back to, nothing but blood, death and smothering heat. Gerard, our leader was dead and the Killjoys
Hold My HandPerhaps if they had known the psychological damage Werner, Till's father, had done to Till, his bandmates would not have been surprised at Till taking such a younger lover.Hold My Hand2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The young man was twenty six years old.
He was in his prime, coursing with energy and laughter. Frank Iero was his name and he could not have been more different from Till Lindemann. Till was quiet, cautious, and well planned whereas Frank was laughing, impulsive and on the fly.
It may have been because of the two cultures the two were raised in. Till came from square head Germany where "better safe than sorry." was drilled into people at birth. Frank on the other hand came from loudmouth America where being an individual was the most important thing.
If cultures didn't separate them, along with an ocean, physical features also rendered them an unlikely couple. Till was a tall, brawny man with a swimmer's body. He had a strong jaw, thick eyebrows, lips that ran on the thin side, and calm, sleepy sea glass green eyes
PancakesPoor Frank's about to fall asleep in his pancakes, Gerard thought his chin resting in his cupped palm as he sat across from his exhausted boyfriend and watched him eat.Pancakes4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was two in the morning after a strenuous gig and the boys had stopped at a cramped little diner. There was just enough room to crowd in a dozen mall sized chairs and tables. The warm pancake and maple syrup scented air did nothing to help Frank's fatigue. And what with more than twenty plants suspended from the ceiling the lighting was a dim green.
The boys had chosen the table by the window, able to see the wet and glittering parking lot outside. Gerard sat across from Frank with Ray beside him, Mikey having decided to sit beside Frank, probably because for once he was quiet.
Gerard wore a lovely soot colored button up shirt with dark dress pants. Frank wore his Revenge outfit, white button up shirt, jeans and fringe hair style. Ray just wore a black tee with light washed jeans and last was Mikey who wore a c
Tired Baby Boy"Frank I'm putting Spirited Away in!" Gerard hollered as he got settled into his cozy loveseat.Tired Baby Boy4 years ago in Humor More Like This
A beat passed and Frank bound into the room, eager to watch the movie with his boyfriend. Jumping over the back of the couch Frank got himself swaddled up in his own blankets wriggling his feet beneath Gee's warm butt. "Thank you Frank I like your feet up my ass." Gee sarcastically teased shifting so that his butt covered Frank's cold feet. Both men laughed before turning to watch the movie that had now come on.
As the movie wore on Frankie eventually shifted to be cuddled up next to Gerard who wrapped an arm around him. Frank was perfectly fine up until Sin got on the train. Upon seeing the lone shadow girl be passed by Sin's train as it left the station Frank burst into tears. "Hey sweetie what's wrong?" Gee asked stroking Frank's hair concerned by his boyfriend's sudden outburst.
"They...they never stop to pick her up!" he bawled wiping his eyes on his camo comforter. Gee couldn't help bu
Wrapped around your Pinky"Mikey I ate way too much." Frankie complained laying his head on the lanky man's shoulder.Wrapped around your Pinky4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Poor little Frank's a fat piggy." Mikey cooed sarcastically patting Frank's belly. The fringe haired man groaned and scooted so that his cheek rested on Mikey's right thigh.
The older man smiled and slipped his hand under Frank's shirt lightly scratching his back. Immediately Frank wriggled out of his shirt and got back into his stomach. Mikey gave a maternal smile and went back to scratching his back, tickling Frank by skimming his fingertips against Frank's lower back. The shirtless man of course squirmed a bit but said not a word of complaint.
He liked having his back scratched too much to say anything. As time passed Frankie's eyes began to droop close as he drifted further into a doze. Just as he was about to fall asleep Gee's soft whisper of
"You've got Frankie wrapped around your pinky." startled him back awake. Even Gee's soft voice was still jarring in the silence that had desce
Mein Herz BrenntThey expected his heart to be stone.Mein Herz Brennt3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
They expected this because of his silence, because of the obedience he had displayed thus far. But Till was a force all his own. The fools should have noticed it in the obvious way Till's presence demanded respect, but they merely brushed it off as self-confidence or worst yet, arrogance.
The first experience that Richard had with Lindemann, was when Richard and his platoon were readying to go for their four mile jog.
Richard was platoon leader and had his men divided into three lines, ten men deep. The weather was gorgeous for an early autumn day. The soft breeze was scented with burning leaves and a nip of winter. This was perfect for their jog and the men would appreciate it once they got moving. For now they shivered as they stood still, waiting to get going.
"Kruspe, Lindemann will guide your platoon today." One of Richard's many superiors stated. Richard gave a curt nod and stood at the front of the line in his second column. Even if the brune
MarionettesThe old woman finished her last two marionettes and laid down the tiny paintbrush for the last time, her pale cream hands with soft blue veins spidering the back of her slightly wrinkled hands, finally given reprieve. No more would those arthritis ridden hands, nimble even in old age, again paint or create marionettes. These last two were her finest carved and painted creations ever. Sky blue eyes that were beginning to cloud over with blindness glittered with happiness. She caressed the small marionette's painted black hair.Marionettes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bringing him close she blew into his face, the wood growing resplendent, sunshine seeming to make it softly glow.
"I gift thee with my breath the exuberance of summer that is busy with life." She whispered before slender deft fingers tied fishing line around his neck before laying him down on the mahogany desk. Picking up the other puppet, this one taller than the other, she also blew a stream of air into his face though her breath was now as cold as the harsh win
Till the Tickle MonsterIt was at the lovely hour of midnight that Till decided to text Frank. The simple message was:Till the Tickle Monster3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Come home, I have something for you.
Now the text in itself wasn’t strange, Till had always insisted that his home was Frank’s, but the time he sent it certainly was. It was a rare event that the singer called him past eleven o'clock, and even that was only during emergencies. One could imagine Frank’s curiosity at getting a text at such a late hour and why - well, that is, if he was even awake enough at the moment to really ponder it.
“I swear I’m going to kick you so hard, Till.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands before answering that he’d be there in fifteen minutes. The brunette yawned and stretched, groaning in relief as his joints popped before he threw off his cozy nest of blankets, and snatched his purple hoodie off the floor. He then wriggled into his black sweatpants, grabbed his keys, wallet,
Mein Herz Brennt 2It was that very night, midnight to be exact when Richard would have his first true experience with Nell.Mein Herz Brennt 23 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"Risch?" The toddler girl's voice quavered as her tiny baby hand touched his arm. She had to push on his arms a few times before he sleepily asked
"Was ist los?" He turned over to face her, resting his head on his stretched out arm.
"I want Daddy!" Nell softly wailed, her doll face scrunching up as she began to cry. Richard felt fright prick his insides like needles as he got out of bed and scooped Nell up, hushing her as he bounced her in the same manner he would a fussy baby, patting her back rhythmically as he did so. He wished that Till was here to get her to stop crying but knew that he couldn't so easily lose patience with Nell. He was her...Vati now and he must get used to it. He sighed and continued to comfort her, humming a song from well worn memory, accepting that he would probably be up late.
When she did at last fall asleep, cradling her tightly to his chest, he got ba
FictionGerard read each line with a growing excitement; with the guilty tingling sensation of doing something he knew he shouldnt.Fiction6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been a joke to him at first. A mix of curiosity and amusement had driven him to gaze into that bizarre world; to read the imaginings of sordid deeds sitting alongside tales of purest love. But when he had started to read, delved into sensuous tales of sins and pleasures, he had gotten lost in their seductive words; in their wonderfully taunting lines.
He was so entirely enthralled with the sensual scenes painted, the alluring happenings described, that he failed to detect his friend ascending the steps of the tour bus; did not hear him slowly creeping up behind him.
Whatcha reading? Frank asked playfully; first attempting to peer over his friend's shoulder then darting back and forth vainly trying to take a glimpse at the screen Gerard was now desperately trying to hide.
Gerards cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment, his eyes w
Frerard - RosesI was four years old when my parents took me and my brother to a party. It was for adults; There were almost no kids to play with, there weren't clowns, there weren't even balloons. Well, clowns anyway were scary for me. It was a little boring, since my mom had my little brother with her almost all the time, being a baby. I had to stay in a little place they had for kids, with some toys. It was then when another kid arrived. He looked like he was my age, and had hazel eyes too. His mother told him something, before she left him. He sat at my side, getting me confused.Frerard - Roses3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi" he said, with a smile. At least he was not shy, like me.
"Hi" I greeted back, and we stayed quiet a little.
"My name is Frank what's your name?" he asked me, and I could feel his curiosity in me as he looked at me with his always present smile. The music the adults had was a little annoying, but they seemed to enjoy it while dancing. My parents were talking and laughing with other people on a big table, though.
Mein Herz Brennt 3The nightmares were becoming worse.Mein Herz Brennt 33 years ago in Scraps More Like This
They had started not long after Till and Richard had reconciled over their spat, and Risch had made an effort to be more fatherly.
That had been a month ago.
Nell would wake herself up from her screaming and thrashing in her sleep. Richard was at the end of his rope to try and help her. He had told her countless times she was safe, checked under the bed for monsters, told her stories, rocked her to sleep, but nothing helped. It tore at the man to see his baby girl scream and cry from the nightmares that haunted her. The toddler was petrified by the hellish dreams and could not be convinced to talk about them. She became crabby all the time, with little energy to do much of anything. Till and Richard endlessly discussed what they could do, but nothing helpful came about. It was Nell herself who unknowingly gave them the solution to help her.
"Vati?" Nell drowsily murmured as Risch rocked her one chilly autumn night. Richard had her swaddled in a blank