Frerard-The Way You Look At MeFrerard-The Way You Look At Me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't catch you doing it every time, but I know how you look at me. When I know you're doing it, it feels like the laser beams from your ray gun are drilling into my face. Hah, except it doesn't kill me.
I'll try not to show that I know you're staring, but sometimes, I can't help turning to look back at you. Only thing is, you look away as soon as my eyes meet yours.
Everyone knows we do it. And half the time, I don't think we realize we're even doing it to begin with. I guess it's just a habit.
And an unbreakable habit at that.
I'll get embarrassed sometimes because I'm hoping that I don't look like shit when you decide to rest your staring eyes on my face.
You'll make me nervous. It's like the nervousness that builds up inside right before we go onstage to perform. My heart will beat hard and fast in my chest, and I can practically hear it pounding against my ribs.
It's the way you look at me baby, that makes me go crazy.
And even though you might not know this,
I love it.
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
I want to see you laugh notCryI want to see you laugh notCry4 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 Ugly4 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
Saturday Morning- WaycestSaturday Morning- Waycest4 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.
SummertimeSummertime4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Kindred aka DarkSiderMoments
The rain clouds faded way a girl sighed as her father turned the wheel of the car in to the parking lot, she wished it continued to rain she only ever smiled when it rained, her father got out of the car and open the back door without talking to her, she stepped out as he handed her two bags he didn't even look at her, she didn't mind this attitude of his she gotten use to it over the last 6 years after her mother died and now he was getting rid of his own draughter "Do I even get a say in this?" she asked "Dad!" he got to his car door and stared at the passing trains,
"Your train is that 20 past 4 and if you miss that one the next one is half 6 your Aunt's kid will meet you."
"Dad pleased!" he got into the car closing the door and drove away "YOU RAT BASTED MONSTER!" She screamed at the top of her both, relieving some of the pain and anger, she held back her tears and put on her head phones and turned her IPod up as loud as she could have it
Never Coming HomeNever Coming Home4 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
Frerard - RosesI was four years old when my parents took me and my brother to a party. It was for adults; There were almost no kids to play with, there weren't clowns, there weren't even balloons. Well, clowns anyway were scary for me. It was a little boring, since my mom had my little brother with her almost all the time, being a baby. I had to stay in a little place they had for kids, with some toys. It was then when another kid arrived. He looked like he was my age, and had hazel eyes too. His mother told him something, before she left him. He sat at my side, getting me confused.Frerard - Roses4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi" he said, with a smile. At least he was not shy, like me.
"Hi" I greeted back, and we stayed quiet a little.
"My name is Frank what's your name?" he asked me, and I could feel his curiosity in me as he looked at me with his always present smile. The music the adults had was a little annoying, but they seemed to enjoy it while dancing. My parents were talking and laughing with other people on a big table, though.
I Kissed A BoyI had always been brought up to believe that homosexuality was wrong. People who engaged in that behavior were vile, a disgrace to humanity. I was never allowed to associate myself with them, no matter what the circumstances, and I certainly was never allowed to be like them. Naturally, I learned to disprove of gays and distance myself from them. One night, all my buddies decided to go to the new club in town and I joined in. That night, everything changed.I Kissed A Boy4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The music blared at full blast through the speakers, the whole joint vibrated from the intense sound. Hundreds of strangers danced shoulder to shoulder, chugging glasses of alcohol. I danced awkwardly to the beat of the music when one of my friends handed me a drink he'd bought me, as I was underage and couldn't get it myself. Drink in hand, I danced my way through the crowd.
I sat at a stool in the bar section of the club, sipping my drink, half of which had been spilled on the dance floor on my way over. Clubs were never really my
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
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.
Devil On My Shoulder- FrobDevil On My Shoulder- Frob3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Goddamnit Bob, you'd better
"Don't do this, you don't mean it"
Do as I told you or else
"Please, I know you don't want this"
It doesn't matter what you want anymore
"Isn't there anything that'll change your mind"
Accept that offer and see what happens
"Stop it!" I scream though both voices, both the one in my ears and the one in my head. Frank Iero is in front of me with tears streaming down his face and his heart on his sleeve, Gerard Way is leering behind him with evil flashing in his eyes and cruelty dancing around his lips. You know what price you pay for his love, Gerard reminds me with that smirk. I nod to the Devil on my shoulder and turn to the angel in my heart, set to rip off his wings if only to protect him from falling.
"Frank, I am leaving this band and that is final," I say. "You all are a bunch of fucking divas," I say. "That kiss meant nothing to me," I
Blind dateBlind date4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You set me up on a blind date!" A black head man said, a taller boy turned around with a cheeky smile and pulled pushing his glasses up on his nose
"I learnt my lesson last time no girls so I got you a guy!" he said sitting down across from him, he sighed and lean back taking a drink of his coffee
"Michal all the guys at school are dick heads part from my friends!" he said he smiled at him
"Yes they are but you miss one guy in our whole school and "
" Don't call me Michal!" he said kicking him under the table,
"Ha repeat of arse and but you lose, hand it over!" he said Mikey rolled his eyes as he handed him over a 10 dollars,
"I hope you were placing bets on me?" came a twitchy voice,
"Frankie you came and no we weren't placing bets on you hun we play this game we call each other every name we can think off but if we repeat words like arse and but the loser pays the winner!"
"Oh is that a
Vampires will never hurt youVampires will never hurt you4 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
Bob's Book of Cats- FrobBob's Book of Cats- Frob4 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."
Why I Quit- FrobWhy I Quit- Frob4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was always watching them. Not that I went out of my way or ever wanted to see them. Seeing their flirtatious smiles flashing back and forth, their hands and lips and tongues making contact more often than I blinked, hearing their hushed giggles and moans and gasps as they made love in whoever's bunk it was that night...
Made love. Yes, I believe that they're in love. The way they speak to each other with just their eyes. How they always know what the other is thinking, no matter how odd or random the thought. I tried guessing what they were about to say sometimes. I was never on the same brain wave, I suppose.
Everyone loves Gerard. The frontman, the mad genius, the powerhouse of the band. I never gave a fuck about Gerard. It's that little spitfire off to his side, the one flailing about onstage, knocking things and people over without a care; just generally wreaking all sorts of havoc. I love that tiny devil.
Frank and Gerard are perfect for each other. Everyone can see that. You tr
Forbidden Ch. 21Frank's P.O.V.Forbidden Ch. 214 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.
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
I'll Expect You Won't Cry,I'll Expect You Won't Cry,3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's been the same steady pattern for as long as I can remember. As long as my back has been against this hospital bed. As long as the oxygen has been blowing into my nose and the respirators have been attached to my chest. As long as I can remember.
Every hour, on the hour they come into my room. Dressed in funny outfits with amusing pictures of Spongebob Squarepants or Winnie the Pooh on them. They put their cold machinery to my heart, lungs, and stomach. They change my IV every day when it runs dry. It feels like the hole in my vain is getting bigger and bigger because of it. They touch my face and move my hair. Oh, what a poor boy, they say. He was so young.
I'm as good as dead to them. Considering they talk about me as if they where visiting my open casket. They would change out their colorful outfits for ones more appropriate for mourning a lost soul. They'd place flowers I'd never smell next to me and s
Sexxxi Fanfic PART 2"Hey Frank!"Sexxxi Fanfic PART 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You wanna watch a movie?"
"What kind of movie?"
"A scary one."
"No, man, that movie's for pussies. It wasn't even scary."
"ARE YOU KIDDING??? I FUCKING WET MYSELF WHEN I WATCHED-- uhh it was really scary "
" . what did you say?"
"I said it was really scary."
"No, before that."
"Nothing. I didn't say anything before that."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you--whatever. So do you want to watch a movie or not?"
"Yeah! A scary one!!"
Frank and I were at my house. God, I'd known him about 9 hours and he was already like a younger brother. I liked him, but he was annoying as all fucking hell. Especially when he started talking about Skittles. Jesus Christ, that boy loved Skittles. Although I must say, I wouldn't pass up a chance to taste his rainbow. Was that good? You told me
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.
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
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