day forty-four.Tuesday, December 20
I was having a perfectly good time watching Tosh.0 with Pumpkin and Boo until suddenly, and I don't even know how this happened, Pumpkin and I got into another argument, and they left my house! They just walked right out! And they even took Boo with them!
They're just trying to deprive me of everything that makes me happy in my life. I know they are!
They just want to see me depressed. Well, that's just fucking fine! Because I am depressed! I haven't felt this way before in my life, and I don't know what to do! I need Pumpkin. I need Boo. But no, they both just walked out of my life!
I'm getting desperate.
Why does Pumpkin hate me so?
I thought they loved me. I love them.
Come back to me, Pumpkin.
Oh, and bring Boo back, too. I know she's fat, and it could be a difficult job, but I really want my baby kitten back.
Word Count: 161.
(OOC: Co-written with: sfregiato.)
Wax.Frank Iero makes Voo-Doo dolls whenever he feels lonely.Wax.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today, he decides to make one of his ex-boyfriendthe stupid bastard that decided to cheat on him and knock a girl up. Frank recalls she was in a shitty band.
He stares at the surface of his desk and grabs a handful of melted candle wax. His ex always liked to burn candles when they were intimate. Frank liked that about him.
He smashes the pieces of wax together and shapes his former lover. It looks exactly like him.
He ends up making two more dollsone of the girl he cheated with and one of a little baby girl.
Later that night, he lights a candle and throws the dolls in. As they melt, he can hear little screams.
Frank wakes up the next morning to find the doll of his ex half-burnt, and he wonders why it didn't demolish completely. The others did. He doesn't bother it, thoughjust continues on with his day.
When he goes into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee, the doorbell to his little home rings. He begin
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 - Roses4 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.
Drunk - FrerardRight now I'm at a bar after a concert my band, My Chemical Romance, had just finished. We all decided to go out and celebrate just because. Ray was chatting with Bob. Mikey was somewhere on the dance floor. And Gerard was at the bar, ordering alcohol, his weakness.Drunk - Frerard4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I smiled and decided to seat myself next to him. He's always funny when he's drunk. And it doesn't take much to get him drunk since he's such a light weight with it. Which is weird considering how much he actually does drink.
"Hey Gee." I said while plopping down on the stool next to him.
"Whoaaaaaaaaa...Hey Frankie baaaaaaby" He slurred putting an arm around my neck.
"Drunk I see?" I giggled.
"Pshaw, I'm completely sober." He emphasized.
"Sure you are..." I was trying to stiffle my laugh.
"Don't you sass me you...you elf."
"Elf?" I questioned.
"Yeah. You're an elf. I know because you're this big." Then he put his hand in the air showing me how tall he thought I was.
"I'm not THAT short." I said pouting playfully.
MCR: Gestures.It began with a gesture, and a rude gesture at that, to tell me that all of my previous thoughts had been wrong. I always figured that Frank Iero was a faggot. The clothes, the make-up, the way he acted around his friends well, it all screamed gay to me.MCR: Gestures.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, high school boys will be boys, running around and acting like they're faggots to get a laugh out of everybody. Frank Iero was one of those boys. He was practically the main one they all went to, hoping to get a quick laugh out of the other students. Picking people up, holding them, humping their backs, and cupping their asses, well, Frank was an expert at that. So, it wasn't my fault he liked to mislead others; besides, I was one of his frequent victims of these random acts.
But, relying on my observations and my undeniable feelings, I went up to him after school, all the while trying to quiet down my beating heart. I leaned against the locker beside his own, staring at him, my bag over my shou
Pajamas - FrerardSometimes, strange things happen around our tour bus.Pajamas - Frerard4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Living on tour is never boring.
Okay, yeah, sometimes it is boring.
But what I mean is it's interesting. The four of us each have our own respective personalities, and living together on a bus is like throwing those personalities into a blender on puree and then voila! You have a strange blend of zany, chaotic, activity and muddled body clocks, weird smells, and a lot of coffee.
It's difficult to have very much privacy or breathing space, no matter what bus upgrade we've earned this time around. For example, when someone (Ray) falls asleep on the couch in the lounge, there is absolutely nowhere to sit unless you fancy being sardined in your bunk for the time said person is snoozing the day away.
Then there's the bathroom, which is a toxic gas chamber, especially when the catering menu offers Mexican food. I swear it needs to be fumigated before I will ever go in there other than to take an emergency shower
Waterfall."Please, Gerard. I can't swim! It's like a waterfall!" the little brunet exclaims as he stands shivering on the pool ladder.Waterfall.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His older brother laughs at him, shaking his head. "Come on, Mikey. It's fine!" Gerard starts to swim toward the ladder, and when he gets there, he tightly grabs onto Mikey's ankles and pulls.
Mikey slips under the water, and his glasses end up floating above him. He tries to scream, but he can'tit burns.
When he starts getting oxygen back into his lungs, he feels his brother's mouth on his, and the "waterfall" seems less frightening now.
Amusement Park."Hey, Frank."Amusement Park.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"If you get on this ride with me, I'll win you a prize." My boyfriend's face lightens up into a smile. "C'mon," he murmurs, going to shake me.
"Okay, okay, fine," I say, and we head toward the tall, scary ride. My heart beats in my throat. "I don't wanna do this anymore."
I sit on a bench outside the roller coaster I had just gotten off. I'm curled over into a small ball, my chest touching my knees. My breathing is out of control, and my stomach continues to grumble from my nervousness and the emptiness of it, since I had thrown up a few minutes prior.
I cough a bit and close my eyes.
A hand touches my shoulder.
I raise my head. "Oh, hi."
Gerard Way waves a bit before pulling out a small toy from behind his back. He shows it to me. It's a ratty, old teddy-bear. It's brown, has patches over it, and little black buttons for eyes. I grab for it, hold it close to my sick, shivering self. I push my nose deep into its chest. It smells like vomit and funn
Pink.I rub my hands all along her light pink dress. I cup her hips and lean my head down to breathe on her neck from behind. I nuzzle the side of it.Pink.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She moans, and this just causes me to run my hands toward her front. I touch her groin, her stomach, her chest. I pause for a moment to look over her shoulder. I clear my throat, and she straightens up. "I'm only sixteen. My parents wouldn't let me get fake boobies for my twenty-year-old boyfriend."
I smile. "That's okay, Frank. We can still fuck."
Hollowed Ch. 1Ten year old Frank Iero was walking down the sidewalk with a huge smile on his lips. He swung the pillowcase in his hand as he skipped along gleefully. It was Halloween and Frank loved the holiday for many reasons. He loved it because it was his birthday and because he got to dress up and go out around his town and collect candy. It was the one night of the year his mother let him leave their house. He never understood why he couldn't go out more, he liked it in town and people always seemed so friendly. His mother walked beside him, her long black witch cape whipping around in the cold fall breeze. He looked up to her through the holes in his handmade Frankenstein mask. "Mom, why can't we come here more often, to town? I like it here," Frank smiled as he continued to skip.Hollowed Ch. 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Because Frank, people are mean," She said with a bitter tone. Frank looked around at the laughing kids and the people handing out candy with huge smiles on their faces. They didn't look mean to him; they looked fri
The Boy Next Door 1-FrerardChapter 1The Boy Next Door 1-Frerard4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I woke up to the sound of beeping. A consistent beeping sound coming from outside.
Why wouldn't it just shut the fuck up? I was trying to sleep here! After a couple of minutes of just lying there in bed the beeping still hadn't stop and it was really driving me crazy. Groaning I rolled over to look at my alarm clock to learn it was 8:05.
Why was I up this early? On a Saturday as well! Oh well, I thought, might as well get up now.
I stretched in my bed rolling over slightly resulting in me rolling off the bed completely and landing with a loud and very painful bang.
"Frank is every thing okay up there honey?" my Mom shouted up at me. Jeez was I really that heavy my Mom would be able to hear me down stairs?
"Yeah Mom," I replied sighing. I walked over into my ensuite (which is just a fancy word for saying my bathroom attached to my bedroom,however invented that word is a fucktard) after picking up a towel from behind my door. I turned on the water to my shower waiting for it to
Angel. 5."It sucks, doesn't it?"Angel. 5.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I shake my head and glance around again. The walls are painted a pale white color, but they're stained with a dark substance that I think is blood. The furniture is a little beat up. The TV is on, but it's stuck on a gray, fuzzy channel. There are no lights on whatsoeverexcept for the TV. There's a couch a couple feet away from the TV with two chairs sitting at an angle on both sides of it. A coffee table's in between the TV and furniture. It looks like it can't support anything, so I suspect that's why nothing's on it.
This must be the living room.
Looking around again, I find that the stairs to the right of us look like they're about to collapse if someone steps on them. The same thing applies to the floor. I bite my lip.
I look back at Gerard. "It's weird."
"Your house is all good on the outside"
"and shit on the inside," he finishes for me. He nods and sighs. "Yeah. I know. Mikey and I do a horrible job at cleaning up." He rai
Trampoline :Frerard:Frank: 5Trampoline :Frerard:4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Frank and Gerard's mothers were friends, so it was only a matter of time before they became best friends. At first Gerard had stayed by his mother's side during the Iero's visits, and he would watch his little brother, Mikey, and Frank play outside on the trampoline in their backyard. He would watch curiously from behind his mom as the two laughed and jumped around outside. One day, Gerard slowly, but surely left Mrs. Way's side and stepped quietly outside where Frank and Mikey were sitting in front of the trampoline, talking and giggling. He paused for a moment, not quite sure if he should bother them, but then continued forward. As he stood in front of the two younger boys they looked up at him curiously. he spoke very quietly, obviously nervous,"Uh, c-can I play with you?"
"Yeah, okay," Frank pulled on Gerard's sleeve,"You can sit by me." Gerard sat down in the grass nervously beside the younger boy and kept his head down, not talk
Day 39.Thursday, March 29Day 39.4 years ago in Personal More Like This
The strangest thing happened today. When I walked out of my apartment, Frank was there, sitting by the door. I jumped, of course. Why wouldn't I? And Frank slowly raised himself up and tried to be eye level with me. He sorta stared me down, and then he only said that he was spending the night here. He walked into the house, dragging a bag behind him. I didn't even see the bag.
I don't really wanna question why he's staying here, but I feel like I should.
Frank mentioned seeing Jamia's parents over the whole ordeal, and that he wanted to skip it, but I'm not sure I heard him correctly…
Frank didn't want to skip meeting his soon-to-be in-laws.
Frank didn't want an abortion.
Frank doesn't want to cuddle.
Frank isn't curled up to my side.
Word Count: 139.
(OOC: Written by: sfregiato.)
Never a Last KissOur last kiss was beautiful, it was deep and it meant so much more then either of us could have understood. We were just teenagers, we didn't know what we had, what we had gotten into was so much more then what we thought. As kids we thought it was just good sex but it had been so much more to the both of us, so much deeper than we could have even contemplated.Never a Last Kiss4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Frank had been my boyfriend and the love of my life but when my parents forced me to move across the country and repeatedly move around for my fathers work, I no longer saw him. Eventually we lost most contact as letters had to be forwarded too many times and my parents hid his letters from me. My parents had been ashamed of us but we had fallen into the relationship without even realizing it ourselves. Once we did, we were far from ashamed, we were too in love.
I still remember his lips on mine. There gentle flicker, like rose petals from the sky landing on my cheeks, vibrantly red against my pale skin. His hands had the strong
Russian Roulette. 2.Unlike the rest of the house, this room hardly smells like blood. It, instead, has a heavy trace of nail polish in the air, mixed with the sickening scent of dog piss and cigarette smoke. I start to wonder if he even knows about air fresheners or Febreeze, for that matter.Russian Roulette. 2.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I carefully descend the stairs, hearing each stair creak. Once I reach the bottom step, my feet sink into velvet carpet, and I glance around the room, spotting each of the guys' faces. They all read a form of terror. I nibble on my lip and drop down beside Ray on the opposite of the room, across from the bed, where the older Way brother is sitting, a French bulldog in his lap. His pale face drops when he sees where I choose to sit. I lower my head, not wanting to look at him.
"Sit in front of me," he demands. As if right on cue, the dog barks, and the thunder cracks. I crawl over to the bed, plopping down in front of it, in between Mikey and Bob. I close my eyes, hearing him sigh. "Isn't this nice?" he starts. "It's
Angel. 11.I don't expect this. I want to say something along the lines of "why are you here," but Bob covers that for me perfectly.Angel. 11.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Okay, I don't want to be rude, but I'm not about to correct Bob. I let him continue.
"What are you talking about?" Austin inquires, his eyes getting wide, and his mouth slightly popping open.
"What do you think I mean, Austin? You can't just expect me not to question why the hell you're doing here when you haven't talked to either of us since the beginning of freshmen year, and those last words were 'fuck you'." He stares at the tan jock, eyes wide in disbelief. "So, why are you here?"
Austin looks shocked and a bit scared, but he soon gets a smug look on his face as he looks over at me, and then at Bob. "It's strange to see you bitching at me when I'm in Frank's house, andoh, he's not saying a word."
Bob gets even more pissed, and he stands up from the mattress, stepping toward the taller teen. "Just answer my question. Why
Black Hoodie :Frerard: Black cloth drapes itself over his small body, hiding it's true shape, taunting me. The hoodie's large and falls over his chest with prominent creases in the fabric, he places his hands in the front pockets. I watch from a distance, oddly intrigued by this boy in the black hoodie, curiously watching, imagining what lie behind the dark fabric. He pulls his hood up, restraining my view further, now even the back of his head is hidden from me.Black Hoodie :Frerard:4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chewing my pencil, my mind fumbles for a reason to talk to him, to get him to turn around, anything. I can't come up with anything. I pull my hair back behind my ears, as if the dark strands were abstracting my view. I stand up, pushing my chair in swiftly and walking forward. I stand in front of him, looking down at him from where I was standing. he doesn't look up, he's busy scratching down unseen things on his notepad resting in his lap. I sit down, he doesn't seem to notice as he continues writing, a quiet pulse of sound
Stay- FrerardIt hurt to see him like this. I watched as he walked up the corridor with steps so small, just like him really. Small and frail. Broken inside. His head hung, watching his scruffy, ripped and dirty converse kick along the floor- later than everyone else. I knew he was purposely late to avoid the crowds and the bullies who wanted him dead more or less- they helped make his life a living hell. I studied the hooded boy, soft brown hair covering his thin eyebrows and almost his beautiful but sorrow filled hazel eyes. He had a perfectly shaped face, lush lips that supported a shining lip ring which contrasted with his introverted, shy and gloomy personality. I'm sure he wouldn't be like that if his life wasn't what it was. Tight, dirty jeans hugged his skinny legs and a baggy hoodie hung from his thin frame. It was clear that no one in his life had ever told him how beautiful he really was and as much as I wanted to tell him- I couldn't. He was abused by his parents, he was beat at school aStay- Frerard4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bring Our Hearts Back HomeGerard was going to break up with his boyfriend. He didn't particularly want to, at least he didn't think he wanted to, but at this point it was pretty much inevitable.Bring Our Hearts Back Home4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
See, they'd been together for four years, an achievement on both their parts, but their long standing relationship meant that they'd slowly been growing apart, and neither of them liked that very much. So, last night, they'd decided to try one last time to make things right.
The evening had been magical, to say the least. It involved a candle lit dinner, dessert, an aromatic bath and a bed covered in rose petals. Just as Bert was in the middle of doing something with his mouth that Gerard was sure should be illegal, a moan escaped his lips.
Gerard had moaned a name, and not the name of his boyfriend. In the heat of the moment, the name Frank had rolled off Gerard's tongue.
Bert stopped, almost instantly, and all the heightened sexual lust in the room completely vanished in a matter of seconds, leaving the couple in a so
MCR: Wonderland. :01-18:Happy endings are shit. There is no such thing as a happy ending. Besides, if there was, it would sooner or later end with murder, deception, or greed. Yep, there is no such thing as a happy ending. Ask me, I should know.MCR: Wonderland. :01-18:4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It all started on a rainy, dreary day. Just like today
I brushed my wet hair out of my eyes and raised a hand to tug at my lip ring. Finally this little fuck can leave. I rolled my eyes and gave my mum a look. "I'm still here, you know." She muttered something in return, but I couldn't make it out. I shook my head and adjusted my bag over my shoulder. I glanced over at her before backing up a few steps.
Mum looked at me through the car window. "All you have to do is go to the office and get your papers, alright?" she shouted, not wanting to roll the window down. And, without waiting for my reply, she drove away.
Hmm, no need to tell me to behave and use my "gift" wisely? Oh, wow, I guess she thinks I'm old enough to know better. I rolled my eyes, adjus