Frerard-TeacherxStudent-Nc-17-Chapter 13Chapter 13Frerard-TeacherxStudent-Nc-17-Chapter 132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As me and Gerard made our way down the corridor, hand in hand, I couldn't help but smile..
My life was so perfect right now. Just a matter of months ago I was a self-harming-faggot who was treat like a doormat. But now I have someone who cares for me, someone who loves me.
I looked up at Gerard, he too was smiling. He looked down at me and gave my hand a quick squeeze...
"Frankie did you call your Mom, you know, to let her know you'd be staying with me tonight?" he asked.
Shit. I had completely forgot.."No, I'll ring her now".
I let go of Gerard's hand and pulled off my backpack, smirking as I felt the silk of the inside of the skirt as I slipped my hand inside. I found my phone and quickly typed in her number as me and Gee made our way to the parking lot.
"Hey, Mom I just wanted to let you know I'll be staying at Gerard's tonight"
"Frank, your Auntie and Uncle are over for dinner tonight and you promised you'd be here!"
"Oh..sorry Mom, I forgot, hold on
I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 5"Gerard?"I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He shook his head, not looking at me. I touched my hand to his back tentatively, letting it rest there when he didn't pull away.
"Gerard," I started, but then I stopped. What could I tell him to make him feel better? I had no idea, "I really don't know what to say. I mean, it's as big a shock to me as it is to you. I cou -"
"It's just that everything's happening all at once," he cut in, "I'm really confused."
He looked up at me, eyes shining with tears, "Frankie, I have... I have something to tell you. I - you, I mean... here."
He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against mine gently. He pulled away, biting his lip.
I was speechless. So Gerard did like me like that. I must have given him the wrong impression, though, as he moved away.
"Sorry Frankie, I -"
"No. Don't be." I smiled at him, "Gerard, I feel the same."
He looked up at me and smiled.
"Guys!" Bob called, "They're letting us see Ray now! He's gonna be okay!"
I grinned at Gerard. He laughed, holding
AmazingDanTitle: AmazingDanAmazingDan3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Genre: fluff with some innuendo? Yes.
Warnings: well..... Phil being a bit suggestive. That's all. And slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Amazingphil or danisnotonfire and this is fiction (probs. LOL)
A/N: This was requested by apsilpastille and I hope you all enjoy it :3
"No, Phil!" Dan giggled, shoving at his boyfriend's chest and shoulders, "We're filming! Get off!"
They were in the middle of recording what Dan would call 'AmazingDan' when Phil tackled him and pinned him to the floor. Obviously, the older of the two was getting a bit.... Bored? Maybe.
Phil let a pitiful squeak rise from his throat, shaking his head. He leaned down so their noses brushed, pouting, "But I want to love you immediately!"
"You can love me all you want when we finish. I promise! Now, c'mon, off me."
Phil shook his head once more and pressed his lips to Dan's sweetly. "Love now, film later..." he mumbled into the kiss, nipping at Dan's lower lip.
Check YesPhil stood at his locker looking down at his open notebook. He kept all his drawings of his crush in there but the page that stared at him only had 7 words on them.Check Yes3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Do you like me? Yes or no
It was really grade school and overly childish to write something like that but it was the simplest way to sum up his feelings.
The late bell rung so he closed his notebook and ran to his class hoping not to get detention this time. The slip was already filled out and waiting for the black haired boy when he opened the door. Great. He heard a snicker from the class as he grabbed the paper off of the teachers desk. He didn't have to look up to know where that came from.
It was of course Dan. The youngest of the Howells. You could tell the family heritage by the brown eyes, brown hair, and tanned complexion. Yes he was a snobby, goody goody, posh Howell alright.
Phil threw a hateful sneer at him before sitting in his seat. The pale boy knew he wasn't exactly "bad ass" but he wasn't "Howell posh" as h
Frikey - Look At MeJust look at meFrikey - Look At Me4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just one more time .
Just look at me and you'll please my dreams
His thoughts just wouldn't let him pay attention to his History class. He was too distracted repeating the same words in his head, as if he were trying to talk to the other without opening his mouth, as if with such a power from his thoughts he could change reality and make the guy who appeared in every single one of his dreams turn just a little to see him.
Sometimes he wondered if Frank at least knew about his existence in the world. While Mikey played with the pencil he had on hands without noticing, he thought about the one who stole his heart; it seemed to be that Frank had seen him just once in his life. But Mikey wanted him to look at him at least one more time, and make it last forever.
He wished that Frank would see him, just so that Mikey could keep that moment in his mind and his heart for the rest of his life, the day perfection looked at him at least for some seconds. He ju
After Hours - PHAN 2The school was so much more amazing when nobody was in it. Dan and I were skipping down the halls, laughing and joking, holding hands and twirling round like idiots, when Dan stopped and raised an eyebrow. I chuckled, his face looking strangely like a Troll meme.After Hours - PHAN 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Whipping round quickly to face a large green door, he casually said, "Wanna go into the girls' changing room?"
I looked above the door, seeing that, in large, curly letters, it read 'GIRLS' CHANGING ROOM'. I wasn't all that interested in going in, but Dan had already kicked the door open and wandered inside.
When I slowly walked into the room I felt as if I wasn't meant to be there... The doors were all plastered with boys' names and gossip about teachers, the lockers were spray painted with flowers and rainbows and pictures of singers ... and the odd one or two old bras were hung over the shower heads, just off to the right. I took all this in before seeing Dan lying down on a bench by the wall, underneath a row of hangers. I
Phan - School ToiletsAuthor; BreffskiPhan - School Toilets3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing; Phan (Dan/Phil)
Warning; None c:
Author's note; Just a small one shot <3
The school toilets seemed to be the best hiding place for Phil at the moment. His recurring bully, Chris, had managed to find the past four he'd claimed so the toilets seemed to be his best bet at the moment. He hadn't bothered to lock the cubicle door, guessing that after school hours he'd be safe just sitting on the toilet with his legs brought up to his chest and his chin resting on his knees. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as his eyes were fixed on one of the tiles in front of the toilet, his mind swimming with reasons to skip school tomorrow.
When the door to the toilets opened, Phil found himself holding his breath, one hand clasped over his mouth in an attempt to silence his sobs, yet somehow failing as one of his feet slipped. Damn it. He cursed inwardly, his eyes shut tightly as he embraced for the impact.
"Uh, hello?" The voice echoed,
Phan: Final MomentsTitle: Phan: Final Moments.Phan: Final Moments3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warnings: self harm / death
The blade etching along his skin. Pain. Pleasure. He couldn't bare it any longer - the emotions. He didn't care. Nobody cared. The 'phans' only care about Dan.
They didn't even notice I was there. Even during the lives they want Dan. I'm just not important.
As he felt cigarettes and alcohol enter his nose, he knew he only had a few minutes before he'd get destroyed once again. Burned. Not physically, no, it was so much worse. The words. The feeling. The emotion. The invisible scars. He couldn't take it any longer. The blood grew thicker and thicker.
He'd lost control years ago but only now did he want to die.
Death was such a thin line. It was tormenting him, playing it's sick games. Messing with his fucked up little head.
To who is ever bothering to read this - Don't listen to your head. It's lying. I wasn't anything. I'm nothing. I don't deserve to live, to love, to be happy. I don't
Phan: Too Cold Outside, For Angels To Fly [Part 1]Phan: Too Cold Outside, For Angels To Fly [Part 1]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was late December when the first drops of snow began to fall and cover the ground in a blanket of white, dusting the roofs of cars and houses like sugar upon sweets. The sky was dark, that interesting blend of grey and blue that accrued only at night when it snowed gently, and all around men and woman were laughing and singing as they staggered out from pubs and back to their warm homes, arms entwined and drunken smiles on their flushed faces.
He watched them all as they happily celebrated the New Year, none of them seeing him from his position in the entrance of the dark alley next to the pub. They walked past him unseeing, too absorbed in their jokes and high spirits as their drink addled brains told them that this year would be a good one, even though they would wake up with a hangover from hell.
Slinking further back into the darkness, he continued to wait until his dealer got his lazy arse out from the pub; he would most likely be drunk and might give him more than his usual qu
Even From the Good ThingsEven From the Good Things4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Around she flew, perfectly circling the pond. She was completely at ease, like she had been born to do this. The blades of her skates slid easily across frozen surface.
He sat in the snow, simply marveling at her tantalizing beauty. The way her golden curls caressed her rosy cheeks, the way she would simply glide along the pond's edge without a care in the world. A sigh escaped his lips as he gazed after her.
She leapt into the air, turning a full 360 degrees before landing on a single foot, with the other extended behind her. She didn't lose balance for a moment. Her violet-colored scarf flowed behind her, tangling with the long, blonde curls.
He remained where he was, still stunned by the was she danced along the ice so magnificently, as he absent-mindedly twirled the fraying end of his coat sleeve.
At last, she opens her eyes as she comes to a stop. She sees him now, and her face glows
Phan: Blood Vessel [Part 17]Phan: Blood Vessel [Part 17]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Still buried within his covers, Dan listened to the sound of the shower, all the while wondering what was going through Phil's mind. How did he feel about Dan? Did he want him? Or see him as a simple blood vessel and sex toy? Dan did not know.
Pricking his ears at the sound of the shower turning off, Dan listened to the sound of Phil's feet hitting the floor before rising himself from his bed with a grunt. He was going to find out some answers.
Making his way out into the corridor, he knocked once upon Phil's bedroom door before opening the door and stepping inside. He was greeted with a surprised Phil, a towel draped around his slender waist and arms raised to his head where he had been drying his dark hair with another towel.
Blood rose to Dan's cheeks at the sight but he tried not to let the sight before him get a hold on his nerves as he said, "Phil, how do you see me?"
The older man raised an eyebrow, seeming to think before replying with an answer.
"You're my best friend Dan, you
Frikey - The Cute BrotherMikey took the last sip of his bottle of water.Frikey - The Cute Brother4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He kept on walking through the hallway of the hotel as he smashed his empty bottle, pressing his dark sleeves against his mouth, moving it at a side so he could clean his lips from the little water which stayed on them after that small sip.
He was still dressed in his The Black Parade uniform after the concert of that night. He yawned as he dragged his feet some more steps ahead, rubbing one of his eyes with the back of his hand. He sure was tired. However, before he held the knob of the room he shared with Gerard, he heard his name being called from the room at a side, the one Bob, Ray and Frank shared all together.
He was never an insecure guy about his friends; he never feared they would talk about him at his back, not bad things at least, so he didn't mind. He opened the door of his room, finding it empty. He already knew he would be alone, though. For some reason, or better said just to be together some time alone, his older brother
Bobkey - Little KittenDamn Saturdays.Bobkey - Little Kitten3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They were so, so long for me I guess time goes incredibly slow for those who are in love and away of their loved one. I was in such a deep love it wasn't even funny anymore. My whole day was brightened up when I was close to the guy who stole my heart since the first moment I saw him blushing and going all awkward because he had been heading towards a classroom while I was going the opposite direction, before destiny made us walk against each other.
He was incredibly shy. I simply loved the way he looked up at me the day we accidentally crashed softly with his sparkling eyes, a mixture of a wonderful wood brown and emerald green, with a hint of warmth but still a lot of shyness which hid the sweetness of this guy's inside. I loved the way his cheeks turned red as if they were the sky in the moment the sun goes down, before staring down and apologize quietly.
When he walked past me, everything I wanted to do was to hold his wrist and make him turn around again, look
After Hours - PHAN 4My eyes seemed to freeze on Dan's face when he mumbled those words.After Hours - PHAN 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You're all I've got...
I licked my lips and choked out, "All you've got?"
Seemingly embarrased, he put his face down on my leg, hand still on my cheek and nodded. I smiled weakly at him and moved his hand from my face, holding it tightly in my hand. "You're the only one I've got too.." Dan seemed to chirp up at this, jolting up onto his feet like a shot and pulling me over to the bean bags. "So.. If I'm all you've got-- tell me. Please, tell me.." he pushed me onto one of the larger bags, plonking himself down next to me. He murmured into my ear, "I'll tell you if you tell me"
The words made me shiver, his breath tickling my ear, "O--Okay.." I nibbled on my lip for a few moments before beginning...
"Well, ever since I was a child I've been different.. My father loved to remind me," I gave a humourless laugh, "He loved to remind my mother too... He was abusive to my whole family, beating my mother right infront o
I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 1"Mum, Dad, I'm gay"I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I watched as my mother's face contorted into a series of different expressions, from mild surprise to understanding to disappointment. My father, on the other hand, looked like he was having a hard time trying not to explode.
"No." he stated firmly through gritted teeth. "My son - my only son - is not... gay." He stood up and nodded his head, as if to confirm that his statement was true.
I was worried that this would happen. My father had never been too accepting of homosexuals. "Yes Dad, I am. I'm sorry if y-"
"Don't you DARE talk back to me!" he cut me off. "We have to do something about this. I will not have a queer living under my roof!"
I was as disgusted at him as he appeared to be at me. "Maybe I'll move out then!" I snarled.
My father laughed at this. "Yeah, go live with your boyfriend, Frank!"
"You know what? I think I will! At least he cares about me!"
Ha. He didn't see that one coming. I smirked to myself.
Creep - FrerardIt wasn't always this way.Creep - Frerard4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm naturally drawn to beauty. It's something I personally find rare enough to put on a pedestal; that anything beautiful is meant to be examined and admired.
I'm also more curious than a normal person should be. I guess it's in my genes, and that's something I can't necessarily just wash out.
The first time was an accident.
He had to have known his curtains and blinds were wide open, exposing not just a window, but a huge bay window, on the other side of which was his bedroom. It always struck me as odd of someone to require such a large window in the room where the most private things are accomplished. I didn't dwell on it, though. It wasn't the window I found interesting, anyway, but what lay beyond; within, and what I saw.
I had been walking home from my friend Bob's house. It wasn't far from my apartment at all, maybe a few blocks. I usually rode the bus because Bob complained whenever I was late, and walking meant more distractions. T
NumbNumb3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I think I am beginning to run out of words to describe how I feel... shame really. Even my thoughts are beginning to die. There used to be so many of them running around inside my mind but now... silence. Well, not entirely. But mostly they have just... stopped. Stopped running. Flying. Whatever it is that they did. They have just stopped moving altogether. Maybe my thoughts are tired. Tired of themselves. They are all the same anyway. I bet they are sick of each other and their constant whining and moaning. I know I am.
The problem is that I am tired. But it is not just the physical type of tired. I am tired. Just tired. And to be honest, I am not sure what I am tired of. Myself maybe. Or my thoughts. Or life. Or things. I have yet to work it out.
My head hurts. How unfortunate on my part.
I feel numb. How empty.
Frikey - WaitingThe sound was relaxing.Frikey - Waiting4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At least in the beginning. After long weeks, it turned into something maddening. Maddening, yet so relaxing, still something comforting though it drove Frank crazy. Seeing the green, thin line moving up to a certain spot, forming a small mountain on the black background, before going back to form an inch of flat, straight line, though it soon moved up again, going up until it made a triangle without one line, and so over and over again, made him feel relaxed.
Seeing those green lines moving on the screen was comforting, since those lines were like veins connected into the other man, veins that, if there was no movement inside them, they wouldn't move the green lines of the monitor; no beat of heart would mean no movement inside his veins, while if there was no movement in them, there would be nothing in the screen but a thin and straight line.
Another thing that made him feel a flame of hope in his soul was the sound that came from the machine, connected into th
My Hell......Within the past year,My Hell......5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You could say I have been through hell and back.
What people say is scary,
It is like being at the shallow end of your local kiddie pool.
Seeing hell for what it really is,
Was like jumping down straight into an active volcano,
Or drowning into the depths of the ocean,
Feelings I have never had before,
Not knowing if you are going to offically give in once and for all.
You keep saying,
"Take me now".......
But do you really mean it?
Can you say it full heartedly knowing how many people would be devistated,
would you be happy the way things went down?
The demons that tourment me day in and day out,
Remind me of everything negative that was said and went down.
As I look in the mirror I rip off my shirt,
I shred it into pieces because I am hurt.
My soul hurts, it screams for attention, love and emotion to over come the numbness inside.
My body hurts physically, I am in pain from the fresh cuts as deep as trenches lying above major viens.
My mind is exhausted, mentall
Phan: Bully Me [Part 1]Phan: Bully Me [Part 1]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The alarm rang and he groaned loudly, pressing his face into the pillow as it continued to play its annoying tune, attempting to wake him from his slumber. He pressed the snooze button, snuggling back down into the warm covers before groaning again; he was awake.
Rolling out of bed, he struggled to remove the heavy duvet from his tired body, his groggy mind only half aware as he went through the usual morning routine; walking into the bathroom and climbing into the shower, he hummed the tune to The Lion King and washed himself, soon stepping out of the shower and draping himself in a towel before going downstairs to make himself a quick breakfast.
Finishing his meal, he returned back up the stairs and to his bedroom, closing the door behind him and beginning to dry his hair, brushing and straightening the brown curls into straight locks. He placed his black and white studs into his ears and pulled on his black skinny jeans, doing a slight dance to manoeuvre his way into the fabr
Cutter 'what are you scared of?'Cutter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she was too pale to be held against the sun: so she leans against it until you can't see her face.
her eyes were chalk-smudges on blackboards, blurred against a backdrop of white-washed walls. her outline was all fade-out and lace, as white as winter could be.
her words were quiet like stains are, clinging to a curtain in the window. just trying to blend into the pattern, or at least not become part of it.
and when she breathes her chest swells with see-through lungs--hoping that if you focus, you'll see right through her glass skin. after all, she's just a smudge of the wrong varnish in your eyes.
she shudders, and tastes all that's hollow drip down her wrist. and today, it looks grey instead of saccharine. regret honey-fills the cracks in her over-dried lips and ice-splintered skin. inklings of every word she forgot how to say. since, of course, they never made it past dead-deaf ears anyways.
knowing you'll never notice she's crying. crying for ever
Still HurtsYou're right.Still Hurts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some cuts do run deep.
Some make scars that
Never go away.
Such an impression,
That they stay in your heart,
No matter how they fade.
And for the record,
I know that's why
I didn't have any friends.
And for the record,
I know I'm not ok.
It still hurts me,
Even though we've been over it
And we've talked through it
And have mended it.
The ghost of the wound
Is still haunting me.
And seeing you
With that same face,
And hearing you
Using that same tone,
Telling me we can't,
And we shouldn't,
It ripped a hole in my heart.
You know, the thing I gave you.
The hideous thing that feels too much,
That beats for you!!
You think I'm over it.
But this is an illusion you won't be able to see through.
Not this time.
My eyes have sold me out,
But now my voice won't make a sound.
I love you,
And I won't let go.
But you have to see
That it still hurts.
and you'll never know,
Because I'll never tell.