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 walk4 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,
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 Hand3 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
CancerCancer5 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
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 24 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
Mein Herz Brennt 3The nightmares were becoming worse.Mein Herz Brennt 34 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
Wrapped around your Pinky"Mikey I ate way too much." Frankie complained laying his head on the lanky man's shoulder.Wrapped around your Pinky5 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
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 Killjoys4 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 "
Little OneThe petite brunette quietly slipped in giving a feeble smile to the nods of hello he got from Flake, Paul and Richard. He settled into a chair and pulled his knees to his chest, arms wrapped around his legs with his chin on his knees. The band members did not question why Frank was here so constantly, they all knew the reason.Little One4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He came around because of Till.
Till's personality and opinions were intriguing, his baritone voice pleasing, and his looks ravishing. Frank became fascinated with him upon meeting Till and it was his fascination that had opened Bob's eyes to their dying relationship. When Bob ended it he tried to explain how something just wasn't there for them, but Frank was too upset to listen childishly ignoring him. And so Frank had taken refuge in Rammstein's music, in Till's voice and solemn presence.
Till finished what he was singing and came out of the recording to see his diminutive lover staring off into space. He gave a half smile and chuckled at Frank's
DeodorantPete enjoyed embarrassing Patrick, especially during interviews. He was easy to fluster and draw back into his shell, a slimmed body and added few years had not changed the friend Pete knew so intimately. He teased the wheat haired man about his “supposed” armpit fetish, grinning at the sight of the blood rising and lightly staining Patrick’s face. He had said it on purpose because Pete knew for a fact Patrick did like the scent of deodorant when freshly applied.Deodorant2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pete had found this out on the next morning of the night his anxiety was acting up. The ink haired man was sure the fans probably used that as his tragic flaw in their stories, known as fanfiction. Which if he was truthful it was but that did not mean that because of it he fucked or fell in love with the friend he laid with. In fact it was an unspoken agreement between Pete and Patrick that if need be when one was feeling anxious or in a funk, the other was willing just to hold them until the feeling passed o
RAMMSTEIN - In stiller NachtThere was something wrong. Richard felt it, as he briefly watched Till just sitting there, leaning on the backrest and looking down, his face carrying this sad and lonely expression. After being carried away with a big laugh, Richard had spotted him, but the others didn’t seemed worried at all. In fact, they just kept on joking, doing impressions, drinking. Sometimes one of them would shake head at something, indicating that something was out of hand, out of control.RAMMSTEIN - In stiller Nacht2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Richard’s face had softened, as he watched Till passing his beer between his hands for a while. But he regretted looking at him, when Till suddenly decided to meet his gaze. He had been sensing it for a moment.
The eye contact was brief – too brief for Richard’s liking – and now, Till was on his way out but not before placing his half-full bottle of beer on the narrow table between them. Everyone was quiet, when it happened, the only sound present being Till’s boots across the floor of t
Tired Baby Boy"Frank I'm putting Spirited Away in!" Gerard hollered as he got settled into his cozy loveseat.Tired Baby Boy5 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
Rainy Day and Winnie the PoohMother Nature must be mad about something, I thought hunching into the freezing wind that threatened to push me off the sidewalk, causing me to walk with a bit of lean towards the right, the wind buffering the left side of my body. I was wrapped up in an electric blue jacket and had stuffed my chilled hands deep into my pockets to try and warm them.Rainy Day and Winnie the Pooh4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was autumn and Mother Nature was in a stormy mood, dashing the leaves into the air with her enormous skirts pushing gigantic and somewhat intimidating rain clouds in my direction.
Zipping my jacket all the way and putting my hood up I continued to make my way towards Mikey's apartment. I was two blocks from his place when the thunder gave a startling crack, making me gasp and take off sprinting. And despite my superb running skills I was still drenched when I tumbled into his place, tripping over the threshold. Mikey looked up from his place on his off white couch, surprised by my unusual entrance.
"Rainy out." I wheez
The Storyteller's BetrayalLife was simple and hard as BL/ind's faithful servants. They lived in a far flung village in the woods of Germany. The village had no name for only settled and established BL/ind settlements received names. But they would preserve for it took time to regain what nature had overtaken. Once every month the village received their rations of pills and inspirational pamphlets along with material items such as clothes and blankets. The villagers farmed for their food and made what was not given to them.The Storyteller's Betrayal3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The villagers happiness besides the delivery of supplies was the Storyteller's tales. He came home every two years, stayed for two and then left home for the Killjoy world for another two years. He was gone so long that when he came to visit he never repeated a story for he had time enough to come up with something new.
One particular BL/ind girl's name was Zeeva..
Zeeva was petite and thin but this last thing was common in the village, for winter stripped them of their precious body fat. At
Mein Herz BrenntThe figure was tall. He was intimidating, but he wasn't scary. I could tell he wasn't. His face was caked with white and black make up, his lips were darkened with constant use of black lipstick, and the tears he cried streaked the black makeup around his eyes. His eyes were full of sorrow and anger. His eyes were those of a child's who witnessed his father beat his mother. He was afraid, plain and simple, and there wasn't anything that could be done to save him.Mein Herz Brennt3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Constantly clutching at his chest, we were all genuinely concerned for this man. We were afraid for him. He was a stray dog backed into a corner, hungry and tired of running. Here we were, standing around this scared man, acting like a child, crying and singing a sorrowful song...
Nun liebe kinder, gebt fein acht.
Ich bin die Stimme, aus dem kissen.
The room is dark, a mere candle lit in the center. I raise my hand to my mouth and begin to bite on my fingernails as I study his actions. To my left, my short friend Paul d
EvolutionThe last of the contractionsEvolution1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are almost gone
And I can't help but grin
Through the pain.
Many days I have labored,
Sweating and straining
And now soon it will be finished
And I will be cleansed at last.
It is with a final push
That you slither into the doctor's hands
And my god, what a beauty you are.
A miniature little girl
Squalling as you burn my hands like ice
When I cradle you close.
I give you your final words
Before I nestle you into your basket
And send you away to a different life.
You won't ever love me
And I can accept this.
You burned me for so long within
That to be rid of you is a relief.
Let another love your iciness
I relinquish my claim to you as mother
Knowing you will always struggle because of it.
I am glad for this.
An eye for an eye sweet girl
And this only the first of many lessons
You will learn.
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.Pancakes5 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
Insecure Old ManTill was restless.Insecure Old Man4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was not a trait many thought Till even possessed. The reason for this, was that this particular trait came about most often at night. Till's restlessness was a sign that he was puzzling something or multiple things out and so to dispel this excess energy, he would clean.
It was a frigid winter evening, around eight thirty, when one of Till's restless cleaning spells fell upon him. Frank was curled up in a blue circular chair in the living room reading when he heard the sound of running water and the clatter of dishes.
"Till, I'll get them!" Frank hollered since he had indeed promised to get the dishes later that night. Till did not bother to answer, only continued to do the dishes, humming random melodies to himself as he worked. The slender man shrugged to himself and continued reading; absentmindedly chewing on his lip ring. After Till finished the dishes, Frank heard the ssh, ssh, ssh of the broom against the wooden floorboards of the kitchen. The young man rol
NEEEEEIIIIINDero, the inarguably steamy and talented lead man, was having a crisis.NEEEEEIIIIIN5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Of course, he had chosen very beautiful scenery to have his crisis, having ridden on his Harley Fatboy to the outskirts of the outskirts of town, parked his prized motorcycle and had plopped down on the grass, helmet and jacket settled neatly next to him as he anguished.
The new album had come to a standstill. Crap and Flux were unable to work because Dero had something terrible happen to him, something that impaired his creativity, something that threatened the fate of OOMPH! entirely.
He had terrible, terrible writer's block.
For some reason, after the last album - which had been tres successful - had come out, he couldn't think of one inspired pairing of words. At all. And if he had, he was either in the shower, on the phone, or in an impossibly long line somewhere, where all of his thoughts would be lost as soon as he got to something that he could write on. It had become so frustrating that he had almost run i