CancerCancer3 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
I want to see you laugh notCryI want to see you laugh notCry3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter one: unfaithful
I was on my way to the fifth funeral that I've had this week. Today it was my older brother, Charlie, I don't know how or why this had happened to me, it just did, my whole family was dead. It was the most perfect day for the last funeral I ever attended today, it was raining, it was dull, and it was so cold I could see my own breath in the car. I slowly moved my free hand to the CD button on the stereo while my other hand was on the car steering wheel, as a small tear ran down my cheek the song "I'm not okay (I promise)" by My Chemical Romance came on, Charlie was much like me in his taste of music, we both loved, rock, punk, a bit of rap, and only a few scream-o songs, (Fact of the page: Rachel and Charlie both listened to My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Creature Feature, leATHERMOUTH, and Eminem) Charlie was one of those guys that always had a girlfriend, and if he didn't he would spend his spare time in his room with his music to the max, mum used to g
Anytime You Want Ch8Anytime You Want Ch84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Holding a serene Frankie tight in his arms, Gerard watched the sky darken as the hours passed. The warm skin of his bare chest and that of Frank's boney back clung to each other much like the two boys did. Gerard traced light fingers over Frankie's face as he inhaled and exhaled in a soothing, gentle pattern. He watched with adoring eyes as his small, fragile lover nuzzled into him, smiling brightly, lighting up the entire room. He thought of the past hours he had spent with Frank. He thought of the millions more there would be. Gerard knew, in that moment, with the love of his life cleaving to him, that he had found his future, his forever. Gerard couldn't love the boy in his arms anymore, but he wanted to try.
"What are you thinking about Frankie?" Gerard mumbled shyly, words choked out in a horse voice thank to the hours of silence that had engulfed them.
"I don't know Gee." Frank whispered in reply while he let his small fingers delicately graze over Gerard's arm that was
The World Is UglyThe World Is Ugly3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dirty streets, covered in sticky mud and clouded with car exhaust. Old buildings, bricks and shingles falling off all the time, looking like they're about to crumble to the ground and fade into the forgotten dust. People running past, not seeing, not caring, wrapped and consumed in their own lives and problems. Criminals in dark alleys, ready to dart out and snatch away the possessions of any vulnerable character passing by. Men lying in the gutters of the city, some dead or bleeding out, some too drunk to stand on their feet.
But down those streets, and past those buildings, and through those crowds of people, and ahead of those alleys, and beyond those gutter men
Scuffed red sneakers, frayed skinny jeans, baggy tee shirt. Curled hair, the colour of onyx and softer than a cloud in the summer sky. Warm hazel eyes, framed gracefully by smoky black lashes; gaze shooting straight to the core. Calloused fingers knotting tightly and so flawlessly with my own. Beautiful, intricate t
Forbidden Ch. 4Gerard's P.O.V.Forbidden Ch. 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When I got home, I was feeling a little tired, this happened to me a lot lately. I would often be worn out easily, I figured it was from my lack of full nights of sleep. I grabbed my bags out of the backseat and walked up the path to our front door. I used my key to unlock it and let myself in.
"I'm home," I said loudly as I could hear Linda working in the kitchen.
"Oh, Hi honey. Supper will be ready in an hour. Why don't you go down to your room and relax for a bit? Frank's down there."
I wanted to run right down but knew it would be to obvious that I was worried about him going through my things.
"Alright," I opened the door and went downstairs.
When I opened the door at the bottom of the stairs, to my room, I glanced in. He was on his cot, still messing with his guitar.
"Hi," I said quietly as I took care of the things I got for the bathroom. He just made a quiet grunting noise.
Never Coming HomeNever Coming Home3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the boats crashed against the shore our bodies lurched forward. A man to my left crumpled over the side of the boat to vomit. The front of the boat fell open and we rushed for cover. From the corner of my eye I saw Frank run ahead of everyone. I tried to follow him but eventually I lost him in the sea of soldiers. Even though I gave him shit for being so small, I knew he'd be alright. 'I love you' I thought to him as I returned my focus to the fight. I turned back to look at the boat and saw that Mikey was one of the last ones to emerge from the carrier. "MIKEY!" I shouted over the roar of gunfire. I watched as Mikey crouched low, running to my side. I made sure to get his attention and pointed to the trench that laid a bit up the beach and mouthed 'on three.' Mikey stared at me and my heart ached. He was terrified and the
Forbidden Ch. 21Frank's P.O.V.Forbidden Ch. 213 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I had been sitting in the same jail cell for a couple of days now. They had seen the evidence of the night, they had told me Alex has been recording what he had done to Gerard. They apologized to me, at least Officer Wallis did. I was still being charged with the possession of an illegal weapon but that was understandable. I would have the court case in a couple of months but Officer Wallis said he would try to make everything go away, I liked that idea.
I had heard that Mikey and Gerard had lost their parents and that I had lost my mother, I was surprised by how much I cried, how bad it affected me. I wasn't out yet because no one had come to post bail, not that I really blame anyone, who would want me to come live with them? I had missed my mother's funeral since it was the day before and I had still been in jail.
"Iero!" I stood quickly when I heard a deep voice call my name.
Bob's Book of Cats- FrobBob's Book of Cats- Frob3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Booooobbb," I called, climbing eagerly onto the tour bus. There was no response, so I went into the back room to look for my friend. "Bob-o?"
I found him curled up in his bunk with his headphones on and a book clutched between his fingers. He didn't notice me at first, so I snuck up on him quietly, then pounced into his bunk with an evil grin.
"Ahh, motherfucker!" He shouted when he suddenly found me squeezed in the bed with him. I giggled as he squirmed away, ripping his headphones off.
"What's the matter, Bob-o? Did little Fwankie scare you?" I grinned, scooting closer and snuggling up to him.
"Yeah you fucking did," he retorted, trying to shove me away.
"What ya reading?" I asked, ignoring his attempts to get me out of his bed.
Finally he gave up with a defeated sigh. "It's a book about cats," he reluctantly informed me.
"Le gasp; traitor!" I exclaimed, making a face of horror. "Dogs for the win!"
"You wish," Bob sneered, rolling his eyes. "Cats are a million times better."
Vampires will never hurt youVampires will never hurt you3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vampires will never hurt you but I might
By Kindred aka DarkSiderMoments
*Sorry for any bad spelling or grammar*
There was few loud bangs come from my door, I got up form my comfy spot under my blanket I got to the door and peered through the peep hole and saw the familiar figure of man, his glossy red hair blew gently in the wind and his rich hazel eyes darted at the door as if he could see me through it, I saw him put a cigarette to him mouth and suck on it, god how much I hate smoking. "Morgan open the door I know your behind hind it!" he said,
"I can smell you and hear you heart!" he told me do I dare let him in, what if he bites me again or something worst, I touch my neck where I felt the fade scar it has been a year since I last saw him "Morgan I will not go away until we talk!" he said, I sighed as I open the door standing in his away.
"Well let me in!" he said the cigarette in his mouth I shook my head
"Loss the fag and then come in!" I told him he looked down at his cigarette
For You, IMCR Dayfor the kids with colored hairFor You, IMCR Day3 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
MCR: Guitar Strings.Music.MCR: Guitar Strings.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Frank Iero raised a hand from his guitar. There it was: a long slash was cut into his glove. Blood was slowly dripping out of the fresh wound. Frank looked at his guitar; a string was hanging. There was no sight of blood on it, though. Lucky piece of shit. Frank shook his head and placed the guitar over beside him. He took his other hand and grabbed his wrist, holding it in place. Why am I fucking shaking?
He pushed the thought away. It's not important right now. He looked back down at his hand. Blood was still coming out of his hand. The cut looked a little puffy. Frank cocked his head. Wait is blood seeping into my glove? He held the glove up to his face. He sighed. Yup, blood. Fuck my life.
"Shit," he breathed out. Why does this always happen? He lowered his hand from his face, slightly wincing. It was starting to burn. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
"Are you just gonna sit there?" Frank whipped his head
The Black ParadeThe Black Parade3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We don't know when it will hit, but when it does, you will feel it instantly. The burning sensation on your skin, the tingle on your fingertips and the temperature rise which will make you sweat within a few minutes. It will become normal. Do not worry. BL/ind have prepared for the worst, and in the inevitable ensuing chaos, there will be Leaders to bring you to safety. Stay inside your homes, gather the food you have, your belongings. And wear sensible walking shoes for your own safety."
"There will be a safe haven in Battery City, where BL/ind care for the injured and uninjured alike, and create a new home out of the remains of the darkest hours. But to get to the haven, you must be brave. There will be Leaders to bring you to safety, dressed in black and silver. They are the Parade Leaders, and you must follow them. Join them, form the Parade, and come to safety. It will be your last chance, without us, and the anti-radiation medicine you will die."
A Life with No NameA Life with No Name4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The colourless walls taunt the city
Scarecrows posted ready to destroy
We are the enemy in their eyes
V- Formation, ray guns poised
Casualties piled high
Kobra is out for vengeance
Hoping to die in disguise
Ghosted souls watch over
Charging Bl/ind bright lights flying
Fun Ghoul is among them, ray gun ready
Korse ambushed in the reception area
Shot as Dracs but they died as men
They Killjoys leave the scene
Back to the diner and Dr. D
Haunting the desert in a T- Bird
Trying to Survive in 2019
Saturday Morning- WaycestSaturday Morning- Waycest3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Who wants the last bit of coffee? Oh, I do!" Mikey shouted through the house on Saturday morning, chuckling to himself as he tipped the contents of the coffee pot into his mug. Just as it drained completely a familiar slam echoed from the basement, and Mikey smirked eagerly in anticipation.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" A dervish of black and white whirled into the room, plowing into Mikey and snatching the mug away.
"Gerard!" Mikey scolded, grabbing an errant sleeve and pulling the spinning mass to a stop.
A tall, pale boy with messy onyx hair appeared out of the mass, grinning sheepishly and clutching the coffee high above his head.
"Give it back, Gee," Mikey pleaded, jumping up and trying to take his mug.
"No can do, bro," Gerard chuckled, backing away to the counter, which he sat upon. He took a huge sip of the coffee, causing Mikey to whimper.
"Nooo, Gerry, that's mine," Mikey whined, stomping loudly and flailing his arms as his own version of a temper tantrum.
This is IeroweenThis is Ieroween3 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
Creep - FrerardIt wasn't always this way.Creep - Frerard3 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
Cancer Story.This girl had cancer, and a boy friend who was always there for herCancer Story.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Both hard for the both of them,
they spent there last day talking.
"Turn away, if you could get me a drink of water cause my lips are chapped and faded?" she asked turning her head away from him slightly.
He came back in a short minute, his red eyes puffy from crying still. she took a sip and whispered to him "Call my aunt Marie? Help her gather all my things... and bury me in all my favorite colors."
He sucked in a breath of short wispy air. The last of her words bringing tears into his eyes once more.
The girls voice sounded cracked and strained. He hurt to even hear her talk.
"My sisters and my brothers still.." he trailed of, not saying that they have not said goodbye to her yet, just wanting to stay by her side desperately.
My Bestest FriendMy Bestest Friend3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Happy Birthday Gerard!" squealed Frank. Gerard blushed. "You're a whole 6 years old! I gotted you somephin," he said as he pulled a shoe box out of his backpack. It was wrapped in Spiderman wrapping paper and tied with a messy blue bow. Gerard just stared at the 4 year old. He shook his head.
"You didn't need to get me anything, Frankie," Gerard smiled weakly. Frank's eyes started to water.
"B-but... I gotted it for you myself and I wrapped it and errything! 'Cause you're my bestest friend in the whole world! I needed to get you somephin'!" He stuck the box out towards Gerard. Gerard furrowed his eyebrows and took the box from Frank. Frank's huge hazel eyes looked at Gerard hopefully. He had a big smile on his face. He was just too damn adorable to defy. Gerard plopped down on the ground and untied the bow. Frank sat down in front of him and rested his chin in his hands. Gerard stuck his tongue out at Frankie as he proceeded to unwrap the present. When the wrapping paper was off, he r
Dear Gerard from Biology ClassDear Gerard from Biology Class3 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
Hit meHit me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sat in the park on the bench smoking waiting for his friend, the sun set along go and the night air become nippy as he tried to warm himself up, "Hey Frankie!" came a voice behind him, Frank turned to the figure walked towards him,
"Hey Gee!" he said with a smile, "What's up?"
"Nothing can I bum a cigarette of you?"
"Sure" Frank handing him over the white cigarette and watch as the taller dark hair man popped it into his mouth and lit it up "I thought you don't smoke?"
"I didn't I just started!" he told him sitting next to him on the bench
"Not good once you start you can't stop!" Frank told him taking a deep breath and letting out a mixer of breath and smoke.
"Frank, how long have we known each other!" Asked Gerard looking at the swings
"Urrrrh 6 months 12 weeks and 14 day "
"Yeah, yeah! I get it do you trust me!" Frank turned to look at him
"Odd question yes of course I trust you, you trusted me right!"
"Yeah of course! Do you like me?"
"Yesss where is this going Gee?" asked
I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 4I woke up to the sound of my mobile ringing.I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Frank?" I heard Bob ask, "Where the Hell are you?" I checked my clock. Damn, it was past ten in the morning! Why hadn't I heard my alarm? I must have forgotten to set it last night.
"Er, in bed. My alarm didn't go off."
"Well come to school quickly!"
"Okay, okay!" What was up with him?
When I got to school it was already lunchtime. Yeah, I know. I had a problem finding clean clothes.
"There he is!" shouted Mikey to Bob and Gerard. I walked over to them and frowned,
"That's the problem; we don't know!" exclaimed Bob. "We think something's happened to him."
As soon as school finished we called Ray's mobile. When he didn't answer, we called his home phone number. His mother answered.
"H-hello?" she sounded like she had been crying.
"Mrs Toro?" I asked - we were calling on my phone, "Is Ray okay?"
She sobbed. "No. He-he - come over to the hospital and I... I'll talk to you there. I just came home to get some sleep, b-but I
The Ten Killjoy CommandmentsThe Ten Killjoy Commandments.The Ten Killjoy Commandments3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I. Thou shall not join or support BLI willing- to do so means turning you back on all Killjoys.
II. Thou shall kill any Drac that threatens you or any other Killjoy.
III. Thou shall never steal or copy another Killjoy's ray gun, mask, name, or outfit- to do so should be considered stealing their very personality.
IV. Thou shall kill other Killjoys only when it is considered mercy- or if they really, really piss you off.
V. Thou shall give help to Killjoys where help is needed
VI. Thou shall never give up yourself or any other Killjoy for comfort or luxury.
VII. Thou shall always watch your back, and the back of your family and gang.
VIII. Thou shall make noise, do it now and do loud, remember the future is bulletproof, and the aftermath is secondary.
IX. Thou shall always pick hell over purgatory.
X. Thou shall hate Powerpup. But eat it anyways.
Gym ClassGym Class3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank Iero screamed as the red ball flew towards him, he heard the mocking voices of the other gym students, the snickers; these were the noises he'd been followed by his entire life. As soon as the foam ball hit his chest, he knew something was wrong. The ball was stuffed with rocks. Some jerk had poked a hole in the dodge ball, and took out the original soft insides, replacing them with heavy pebbles.
The breath was knocked right out of him and he was knocked to the ground where he lay gasping, the ball a deadweight on his chest, pinning him down, completely at the mercy of the other teens in the gym. Frank squirmed, but found that he still couldn't get up, and he felt tears running down his cheeks as the face of the coach loomed next to his and the teacher growled, "Get up, fag."
He whimpered and tried to get to his feet again, failing miserably.
"Fine then, Iero, guess I'll just go and get coffee now, hmm?" The coach sneered and walke
I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 2There were halloween decorations everywhere; jack-o-lanterns were sitting on the front porch and cobwebs covered most of the windows. I was sitting in the lounge when the doorbell rang. I rushed over to answer it to find my four best friends standing there. I invited them in and fetched them all drinks.I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sat down between my closest friend, Gerard Way, and his younger brother Mikey. Mikey needed to wear glasses, because his eyesight wasn't too good. He was good-looking though. He was seventeen, like me. Gerard, however, was beautiful. He had long black hair and beautiful golden-hazel coloured eyes. He was dressed as a vampire for the occasion, of course. He was half a year older than me. He's been my friend longer than anyone else has. Oh yeah, I'm also in love with him. But he has a girlfriend. It's kind of awkward, really. I know it's not just some crush, because I've had these feelings for him for the last two years now.
"Hey Frank! You gonna open your presents now?" A blonde boy ca