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 57 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
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
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
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
[Phan] Your Best Kept Secret [Three]Title: Your Best Kept Secret[Phan] Your Best Kept Secret [Three]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester
Warning: Strong language, mentions of smoking, drugs and drinking, mature content.
Disclaimer: Not real, not real, maybe real, not real.
Summary: It was eating him up on the inside. He wasn't a coward; he just loved him. He just needed to get away, now.
Dan's muscles screamed at him and he lifted and shifted, pushed and pulled, back and forth around his room, packing away the heavier things that he had left until the last minute.
"Is that everything?" Phil called out from the other side of the room, plopping himself down on the carpet, pulling his legs together, sitting crossed legged on the floor. He looked a little worn out, more than he should have. Dan did most of the heavy lifting while Phil held open the flaps of the boxes, carefully guiding the objects inside. He looked like he had something on his mind. Something that was bugging him.
"Well I'm not packing away my bed, although I'd like to... sorry, yo
Even From the Good ThingsEven From the Good Things3 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
Skin and Bones ~ PhanTitle: Skin and BonesSkin and Bones ~ Phan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rating: 12+? idk
Author's Notes: Listen to this whilst reading http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfUa7VAhvDo
Dan almost collapsed against the wooden door as he closed it behind him, drawing the bolt with his sweaty hands. He pelted across the small room to the sink, turning both taps on full and threw himself to his knees in front of the toilet, his head spinning. Why did this always happen? He'd done this so many times before, he should be used to the dizziness by now. Grasping the bowl with both hands, he leaned over, balancing nimbly on his knees, and pushed his fingers down his throat as far as they would go. Heaving, he jolted forwards but everything was still inside him. Frustrated with himself, he stuffed his fingers down his throat once more, this time managing to make himself sick.
Once he'd emptied the contents of his stomach as quietly as poss
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
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
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
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
YouYou3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
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
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.
Do you feel alive?Do you feel alive?5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Is it the beating in your heart?
The sweet taste of freedom,
Or maybe the gentleness of love?
Or is it when you see the birth of new life,
Smiles shown on those faces.
Does any of it make you feel alive?
Is it jumping from a cliff into water,
Getting tossed from a giant bull,
Feeling the earth shake beneath you,
Or standing in a hurricane?
Does the wild side of life bring you excitement?
Does it make you feel alive?
Is it the gentle flow of rushing water,
A breeze blowing through your hair,
A soft lick from a dog's tongue,
Or maybe the setting of the sun,
Do they make you feel -
- so utterly complete?
So amazingly alive?
does it really matter thatmy spine is nakeddoes it really matter that4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
pages have been torn
dropped like lead to the ground
and left there.
everything i was,
and everything i could have been,
lay bruised under an oilslick sky
draping its inky curtains
i've run out of words
because they're sinking
sodden with sweat, nothing more
than lines in a book.
Insane LoveDon't.Insane Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold my hand.
Let me cry in your arms.
Talk about love and the future.
Tease me to cheer me up.
Read over my shoulder the poem I'm writing.
Speak to me.
You'll learn to hate me...
You'll learn to ignore me...
All of those things.
Save me from myself.
I'd ask you to do it.
You're not real. You're caught in my mind.
A character. A fake identity of a person I want to want me.
Thats why don't.
Because reality breaks me when you leave.
I Wish I Wouldn't Have...I just wish I wouldn't haveI Wish I Wouldn't Have...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Made the mistake of falling for the one girl that wouldn't bother picking myself up off the floor. I'm still left on the cold tile with nothing but a spatula trying to scrape up my skin and bones and mold them back into something not totally repulsive to the eyes.
Decided to get behind the wheel of my car when my BAC was higher than the dollar value of a quarter and my depth perception was worse than that time I received a concussion severe enough to blur my vision and slur my words. The part that scares me the most is that I let you hop into the passenger's seat and I kept driving despite the fact I was on the wrong side of the road ½ of the time, in a ditch ¼ of the time, and daring God to teach me a lesson the other 1/4 of the time. I think the only reason I didn't flunk is because you were in the car with me and it would have been cruel and unusual punishment to take your life as well for my severely inebriated decision-making.
Love's MiseryWith a subtle whisper and no strength I fight,Love's Misery2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I pick myself up just to fall again it doesn't feel right,
So many fall in love so easily,
But I find myself being way too picky,
I pinch myself just to make sure I'm alive,
My heart is full of darkness and I have no hope to thrive,
We have that one that we think is it but they get away,
You're in love at the start but slowly your feelings go astray,
When you see them with another you're will go move on crumbles,
Your heart shatters as you can barely find the power to stumble,
The worst though it's like having your heart ripped out and spit on,
Is when they offer to be best friends... it's like a non-stop heartache marathon,
You know you were meant to be,
But you have to learn to be happy,
And say to yourself "I have to let them be happy even if being happy means not being with me."
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
soulswe've lost the touch to reality. we fall in love with strangers, picturing their stories and minds as we please. we start dancing in the streets as at the times we felt no one was watching. we attach to things so easily; to that pen we use everyday to put down our thoughts into words, to that bracelet we got on that trip where we felt everlasting, to that person we met just yesterday and who we can't get our mind off. we're dying and coming alive again with the characters in the books we read, we hold them to our breasts and say "this is me black on white". our mood changes within a second when the first line of this specific song comes on. we lie in the high grass watching the clouds, but they are not clouds. this is a lion and that over there is a kissing couple. we put a life and a mind in every little thing we see; these sparks rising towards the sky long to be part of the stars, this branch got mad at our ignorance and wanted to hit us in the knee, our cat is hurt by our absence fsouls3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Don't fall in love with a poetDon't fall in love with a poet,Don't fall in love with a poet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she will only leave you sticky notes and silly rhymes.
Her favorite colors would taste of happiness,
and she would prefer days where the sun doesn't shine.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
because your name will cover her books.
And she will tell you that she isn't worth it,
but would love if she had you hooked.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
her world will seem so much more grander.
But, in reality she's bound together with secrets,
hidden beneath a well worded cover.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
because her fingertips are dressed in ink.
And she will write you stories about your eyes,
and be too afraid to ask what you think.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
her smile is false and painted on.
She will put on a show with her laughter,
but, won't stay happy for too long.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
because she will purposely make up excuses.
And then she will text you with IMissYous,
and leave you with all these mixed messsages.
Don't fall in love w