This is IeroweenThis is Ieroween4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
MCR fans of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Ieroween
This is Ieroween, this is Ieroween
Killjoys scream in the dead of night
This is Ieroween, everyone is spazzing
Sing along your neighbors gonna die of delight
It's our town, everybody sing
In this town of Ieroween
I am the one hiding under your bunk
With glowing hazel eyes and a rhythm guitar
I am the one hiding on your bus
Fingerless gloves and red and black hair
This is Ieroween, this is Ieroween
Ieroween! Ieroween! Ieroween! Ieroween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the Killjoy song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the casket
Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Sing! This is Ieroween
Red 'n' black, hazel-green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the band in the dead of night
When Mikey Babysits Bandit" she's asleep on the couch, so yeah... You'll stay here until Lindsey and I come back, right? We'll be back around midnight. You can always grab something from the cabinets or order a pizza or something if you're hungry, I left some money on the kitchen table. Oh yeah, and give B a Tylenol every 5 hours, that'll calm her down a little."When Mikey Babysits Bandit4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Aye aye, captain."
"Mikey, cut it out yeah, I'll be right there! Just take good care of her, okay? You know what to do if there's something wrong, right? The phone's on the side table-"
"Gerard, come on, bro! I'm not a fifteen year old. I know how to babysit. Now go, your wife is getting impatient."
"Thanks, Mikes. You're awesome."
"Like a didn't know already. Have fun at Comic Con! Don't mind bringing some souvenirs for Bandit and me!"
"I'll see what I can do!"
Bandit woke up to the last part of the conversation. When the front door closed, she shifted on the black leather couch she was la
WTTBP One ShotWTTBP One Shot4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had dreamt the same dream as always. It never changed. Sometimes it disturbed me how real it all seemed, and then I'd wake up in a cold sweat and gasping. I had had this dream since I can remember, probably before too. Sometimes I don't get very far, and sometimes I'll get right to the end, right until I'm about to-
And then I always wake up. I've never gotten any further than that, and something deep in me tells me I never want to.
A few months back, I got the worst news an 18-year-old girl could get; I had cancer. And worse still, it was pancreatic cancer, which has a very, very low survival rate. As soon as I was told, I gave up hope. But of course, I had to look like I was trying to get better. I went to chemo and radiotherapy, knowing it was just gonna make me sicker and give false hope to my family, but I had to do it.
Today I felt quite cheerful, and gave everybody lots of hugs and kisses. I had a new outlook on life in this hospital bed; enjoy what you can when you can. It hi
Dear Gerard from Biology ClassDear Gerard from Biology Class4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dear Gerard Way from my Biology class,
Oh my God,
Gerard Way, from Biology,
words cannot express my undyingI like you. Hell, I might even be inlove with
love for you
you. Even though I've only spoken to you four times this whole year.
I've been liking you ever since my eyes rested on your soft scalp,
which I have been gazing hopelessly at all year. It's pretty pathetic
Your scalp is beautiful.You're beautiful.
I blame you for making me fail Biology,
your God damn scalp...
I love the way you turn your head and gaze out the window in a drifting
daze, and start biting at your chapped, full lips with boredom.
I can'tEvery movement
blame you, Mr. Jefferson a fucking bore with everything.
is just, alluring.
And when in class, and those times you turn your head so I can see, your eyes
twinkle under the shitty excuse of high quality school lighting. (Ah, bless this
God for your angelic looks
Bandit gets too smart...The journey home from the airport was long and relatively silent, due to the embarrassment of the adults. The only people talking were Bandit, Cherry and Lily, who had inconsequential whispered conversations. Bandit, the twins, Lyn-Z, Jamia, Frank and Gerard piled into Lyn-Z's 'practical seven-seater', as Gerard had described it when he'd bought it for her. Bandit and the twins sat in a row in the middle of the car, with Gerard and Frank in the back and Jamia and Lyn-Z in the front. Frank was still blushing slightly, and Gerard still appeared shell-shocked. Bandit was sat in the middle of the twins, and could hear her mum and Auntie Jamia tittering quietly to themselves about her Daddy and Uncle Frankie. Lyn-Z pulled over at the Iero house, and Frank and Jamia got out of the car. Gerard climbed out too, and got into the front with Lyn-Z. Jamia opened the door for Cherry and Frank opened the door for Lily, and they each climbed out. Bandit was upset when she noticed that herBandit gets too smart...4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Apathetic.Apathetic.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Saturday mornings were fantastic according to Frank. Saturday mornings were those mornings were he doesn't have to frantically get dressed into his suit and tie and skedaddle to work. He would just make some coffee and sleep contently to the sound of Star Trek episodes replaying on his television. And best of all, he didn't have to do anything all day for anyone, or attempt to do anything.
Just coffee, sleep and Star Trek... nothing more, nothing less.
He tangled himself into his duvet covers on the couch with fresh coffee and a remote in each hand. He flicked over to the horror channel and slivered his way under the duvet, closing his eyes. Warm, comfortable air radiated as he cuddled into the cosy material more. A long, luxurious sigh escaped his lips as if he was lying on a bed of roses. His lips touched the ceramic of his coffee mug and he slurped away, droopy, hazel eyes connected to the television. SAW 3...? Couldn't Frank's morning get any better?
Just before Jigsaw's victim cou
Save Yourself MFRCONTESTENTRYSave Yourself MFRCONTESTENTRY4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A gunshot rang out in the air and then war started. Shots fired everywhere. Blood contaminated the floor, as well as dead bodies and corpses. Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, and my younger brother, Kobra Kid were all fighting as best as they could, which was very well. Veins bulged out of their fingers as they lay on their triggers. BL/ind workers dropped to the floor, deceased from gun wounds.
They had an unfair advantage; we were only four and they were coming in hundreds. However, we shot them with ease.
Boom! I shot a BL/ind worker straight in the chest. Sweat dribbled on my forehead. It felt like we had been fighting for an eternity, but it was only a couple of minutes.
Out of nowhere, I feel a sharp pain in the back of my right calf. Warm, red blood oozes from it. I sunk to the floor, covering my leg with my palm. It's no use. Blood seeps through the openings between my fingers and onto the smooth, white floor.
I place my back against the wall, while ducking from gunshots fired
InsomniaInsomnia4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mikey Way could not sleep. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because of the stifling heat of his bedroom, despite the obnoxious whir of his ceiling fan. Maybe it was because of how loud said fan was. Maybe it was due to the hum of the summer cicadas outside or the flashing of lightening bugs on the other side of his window. Maybe it was because of the ache in his legs from all the running his best friend Frank Iero had made him do in the last two days. Or maybe it was because he couldn't stop thinking about what he'd heard his older brother saying just six hours ago.
Mikey rolled over with a groan and glared blearily at his clock. Yeah, 2:30 AM and still wide awake. "Fuck you, Gerard," he grumbled to himself, knowing the simple sentence would not leave him alone till he either confirmed or clarified its meaning with his brother. With a sigh of resignation, he heaved himself out of bed and headed downstairs to Gerard's room.
Mikey was unsurprised to find light pouring from the crack bene
Sleep.Sleep.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank stared blankly at Gerard's sleeping form.
Beautiful, snowy, short hair clumped together and stuck greasily on his forehead.
Beads of sweat tumbled down his naked milky flesh and the darkness of the room made his skin shine brightly. He was almost glowing.
Weakness washed over Gerard's alluring, round face and his cheeks burned an apple coloured blush by the humid heat radiating across the bedroom. Lips were agape and steamy, uneven breaths exhaled.
Gerard asleep was the most beautiful thing Frank had ever seen.
Frank's body shimmied closer so their bare chests stuck together, their sweat mixing and dripping on the dirty bed sheets. His illustrated arms slivered their way around Gerard's pelvis and his hands rubbed faintly above his bottom.
Frank, with the biggest smile on his face, nuzzled his nose through Gee's monochrome hair, collecting the scent of a lily and cherry fragrance. He smelled fantastic and Frank was almost intoxicated by each sniff.
Lithium Kiss Pt. 1Lithium Kiss Pt. 1Lithium Kiss Pt. 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey, are you okay?" I hear a loud voice above me, which pulls me from my deep sleep. My head is pounding unmercifully, and it hurts to even think.
I open my eyes to see a stranger staring down at me. His bright red hair falls into his face, and I realize that he is talking to me.
I try to recall my surroundings, or at least remember what happened to me.
That's when I realize that I remember nothing about myself. Not my name, my friends, or my family. Nothing.
"No...I don't know. I think I have amnesia-"
"Good. The less you know, the better." He stands up and offers me his hand. "Your name is now Lithium Kiss. You need to come with me." I stumble to my feet.
"...I don't trust you. What's your name?"
"Party Poison. Look, we don't have time for this. You need to come with me NOW."
"Party Poison?" I'm more skeptical then ever. "Seriously, that can't be your name-"
"That doesn't matter. Just shut up and do what I say, or you'll
Cancer.Cancer.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Turn away, if you couldn't get me a drink, of water 'because my lips are chapped and faded..."
We were now playing Cancer, one of our most tragic and difficult songs to play in front of an audience, especially an audience of probably millions and especially for Gerard, as he is the only one playing in this song.
The Mexican crowd screamed with ecstatic joy as Gerard gently cupped the microphone in his gloved palm. His swept-back, soaking, ebony hair stuck to his forehead and his Black Parade uniform, from were I was standing, looked as though it would just all melt off onto the stage and turn into a liquid or something. It was rather boiling in the arena from the amount of lights that were on.
"...help her gather all my things, and bury me in all my favourite colours, my sisters and my brothers still, I will not kiss you... because the hardest part of this is leaving you..."
His pale face looked pleading and desperate, his honey eyes closed quickly, fighting salt
The Frerard Problem10pm at the Iero residence;The Frerard Problem4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ring ring. Ring ring. Jamia answered the phone.
"Iero residence." She sighed, exhausted.
"Jamia! It's Gee. I need to speak to Frank." Gerard sounded urgent on the other end of the line.
"I'll go get him. Give me a second." Jamia placed the receiver on the side and tiptoed up the stairs. She glanced into the twins' bedroom and smiled to herself. Cherry and Lily were squashed into Cherry's single bed, and intertwined in each other's embrace as they slept. Despite living in a 5 bedroom house and having the option of their own bedroom, the two girls demanded that they should share a room. Jamia marvelled at how close they had stayed as they had gotten older. She opened the door to Frank's 'study'. In actual fact, the room was where he went for peace and quiet, to write music. The walls were covered with photos of the twins, and also of his two bands- My Chemical Romance and LeATHERMOUTH. Jamia's favourite photo was of herself, Frank, Gerard Mikey and Ray and all
OvershadowedOvershadowed4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course I love her. I mean, I've been dating the woman for god knows how long, and we've been married for quite a few years now as well. Of course I love Alicia. But she'll never be him.
There's just something about my brother, Gerard. Have you ever met the guy? I swear, he could rule the world if he so chose. He just has that effect on people. If you've met our fans you'd understand. For god's sake, they call themselves an army. And Gerard is their leader. Of course, being his brother, I'm one of the few people that really knows him. That's something I've always prided myself on; being my brother's best friend and personal confidante. So I'm sure you understand how I felt about his hurried courtship and subsequent marriage to Lindsey Ballato. It was horrifying. Yeah, Alicia and I were in a steady relationship then, but it's not like she was ever my main focus. It was way different with Gerard and Lindsey. He'd had other girlfriends before too, but that's all they ever were. L
Rain.Rain.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The rain was thrashing and punching my window.
It was beautiful; I loved the rain.
I loved the shocking chill once you've been hit by the frozen droplets. I also love the fact that being indoors and looking out into the monochrome climate makes you mentally feel warmer.
Rain plays mind games sometimes. I liked that.
My room was radiating exaggerated amounts of burning heat. Boiling sweat tumbled down my temples from the roots of my hair. I couldn't handle it, lying under a Canadian winter duvet, wetter than a rainforest. It was seriously irritating me; I just wanted to not be imprisoned by a mountain of covers and to not inhale clammy oxygen floating around my body. My nose was also blocked by the heat. I stared blankly out the window, almost in a hallucinating daze, blinking my dry eyes widely.
What made it worse was that Frank's body was almost on top of mine, his head tucked under my jaw and his inked arms draped over my pelvis. His frazzled, greasy hair was annoyingly rubbing again
MCRThe only reason people hate MCR is because the entire rock genre is an easy target because it's so different. People and society are scared of what they don't understand. MCR saved my life, and continue to every day. People need to stop just looking at what's on the surface because there's always so much more. I'm 15 year old who's still here because I found a band that saved me, and what can only be called a life-changing experience with music and not the God who was supposed to help me when I called. I gave up on God when he couldn't save me but four guys from New Jersey could.MCR4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
EyesEyes4 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's what most people noticed about him when they first saw him.
A bonfire atop his head, its bright flames licking at the milky flesh as it cascades over his face and neck.
That wasn't what I noticed though.
I noticed his eyes.
Almond shaped with pools of melted gold shining in the light.
Long, thick eyelashes curling from the lids, gently tapping his high cheekbones with every blink.
A semi-thick, smudged line of eyeliner swept all around the feature, adding to the intensity they held.
His eyes burned with emotion all the time, burned with passion for the things he loved.
I could stare into them all day, drowning in the beauty they conveyed.
MamaMama (oneshot)Mama4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Drinks all around!" Hoots and hollers rise from the din of the crowded bar, and a group of servicemen raise their glasses of gin.
"A toast to Mother War," one of them shouts over the noise. "Let's thank her for the weapons and fatalities!"
"The sleepless nights!"
"And all the alcohol we can drink in a night!"
Laughter ensues as one of the young men throws his head back and drains his shot glass.
Life could be miserable for these poor recruits, but they refuse to think about it. If they think too much, you see, it'll surely make them cave in; that's why they've stopped thinking.
Because they all know it comes down to me.
I hate seeing them like this. Cursing like fiends, getting drunk and passing out before the night's over...haven't they learned any manners? Or does courtesy not matter when they know their lives could end tomorrow?
Of course, I know which ones will die already. For example, the young man standing over there, kissing the pretty br
Clumsy::contest entry:::FERARDClumsy::contest entry:::FERARD7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
can't help it. The girl can't help it.
He cant help it and I most certainly cant. When I see him, my head kinda does these weird little somersault things and I want to throw up everywhere. I cant help it. When I was younger I had convinced myself that I wasnt gay but as soon as I saw him outside starbucks all my non-gayness left my head and obviously my crotch. I forgot to mention to it that I was now straight.
First time. That I saw your eyes. Boy you looked right through me, mmmhmm. Played it cool. But I knew you knew. That cupid hit me, mmm mmm.
I looked at him through the window. Convinced that he couldnt see me. I was so sure. Until he looked at me. Well more through me. I couldnt stop staring. Completely transfixed by his eyes. They were a beautiful green and I just wanted to get closer and stare at them. To be inches away from his face. he was looking at me. Wait, no he was looking behind me, there was a cute waiter bending over
Half,Half,4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gerard and I once shared a room about a year ago. Before he left. We weren't the richest family. One bed was what we had in our room. A queen sized bed. It cost less than 2 twin beds or a bunk bed. Gerard and I didn't really mind sleeping in the same bed. It was kind of nice to me. I liked him being there...
"Night, Mikey," Gerard whispered to me, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Love you," he added.
"Night, Gee - Gee. I love you too," I responded.
As I finished my sentence, Gerard turned around, his back now facing me. I never really liked when he'd turn his back to me. I liked him facing me. I wanted to see his face before I fell asleep.
My hand reached up and grabbed a little of his shirt, holding it tight as if he were being pulled away from me. I think holding his shirt comforts me. Thats how I fall asleep when ever he doesn't look at me. I closed my eyes and slept.
I miss holding onto his shirt. It was the only thing that made me feel safe, him being here. He's gone now, th
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
For You, IMCR Dayfor the kids with colored hairFor You, IMCR Day4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for the kids with tattoos
for the kids with dreams
for the kids who dedicate themselves to music
for the misfits
for the lonley
for the business casual
for the moms
for the dads
for the brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles
for the ones who get harassed
for the ones that don't want to wear black forever
for the ones that bleed black and cry during classes
for the ones that write on their arms
for the ones that draw on thier math homework
for the chipmunck lovers
for the unicorn lover
for the dog lovers
for the cat lovers
for those with imagination
for those with humor
for those with crafty tendencises
for those who hurt
for those who don't
for those in divorce
for those in a broken home
for those in a prefect home
for the one stuck on the bottom bunk
for the one who won the top bunk
for the ones in summer school
for those who are gone
for those who mourn
for those who love
for those with out love
we gather in concert halls
and in the middle of malls
we hold ou
Inebriated LoveInebriated Love4 years ago in Romance More Like This
His breath was stained with the potent smell of alcohol. He walked through the door, stumbling over nothing but gravity. When he looked at me his eyes were no longer the burning hazel they usually were. I watched him stagger about, his body limp with intoxication. I grabbed his wrist, holding him balanced. His lips curled up into a goofy drunken smile as he tugged me into a hug, almost falling over. His stale breath brushed over my face as I struggled out of his arms. "Where were you?" I asked, anger rising in the back of my throat. He just huffed and rolled his eyes. "I'm fine," he insisted, slurring his words, "Don't worry about it!" But I did worry, I worried alot.
Gerard had been sober for three weeks now. He had promised the band he would stop for the sake of our music. That promise meant more to me that it was worth. Seeing him drunk again made my heart die a bit.
He slung his heavy arm over my shoulders and tried to pull our lips together. I pushed him off, quickly, horrified. W
I Love How, -FrerardI Love How, -Frerard4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I love how your beautiful face makes
My insides tingle with absolute lust.
Frank woke. His eyes rimmed with heavy sleep; they stung quite badly. His dark chocolate bangs swooped down to tickle the crook of his nose; he needed a hair cut and fast. His arms were flaling all over the place. One arm dangling off the bed and resting surprisingly comfy on the bedside.
He blinked mechanically and shuffled his palm out the way to see the time. Half Ten in the morning... drat. He said he'd meet Ray at nine for a little jam session get-together thing. Frank mentally groaned and shuffled his body, toppling off the wobbling bed and tip-toed towards the bathroom without a soun