|Just some Frerard Stuffs! :3|
|Just some Frerard Stuffs! :3|
Frerard - To the end :Oneshot:Frerard - To the end :Oneshot: by SynackyPadilla
"Pheww.." His hazel-green eyes lash from the side straight to mine while we were sitting on a comfortable couch. I threw myself on the front couch and watch him carefully as a wide grin form on his face. "We should do better on the next show.." He mumbled.
"Well... you kissed me on the cheek.. Thats mean it's a great show after all" I paused for a chuckles "I mean all the fan girls would like that.." I continued. He smile at me and quickly look at the ceiling as the sound of the door cracked open, Mikey, Bob and Ray came later. I look at each of them carefully as they passed me, all of them look exhausted, well so do i. All of them threw themselves on the side couch with only Mikey's feet on the coffee table.
"There should be some surprise in the next show.. "Frank mumbled.
"You really like surprised huh.." I smiled, thinking..
" What surprise?" Ray suddenly asked, after a while silence.
" You'll see.." I said and smirked to Frankie. All of them looked at me puzzled, i just
Diary Of A Teenage Serial Killer - Entry FiveEntry Five; 02; 07; 04Diary Of A Teenage Serial Killer - Entry Five by beckii-hooper
Last night’s victim was the first to really hit home.
One night I was walking down the streets of New Jersey, headphones in, minding my own business. Suddenly I was forcefully dragged into a back alley. The masked man pinned me to the wall and held a knife to my throat. Blood rushed to my cheeks and my eyes started to water, I was terrified. He rummaged through my pockets and stole my phone and wallet. His attention then turned to my tear stained face. He used his free hand and wiped away my tears, this situation feeling all too similar. "You’re a pretty one, aint ya." He whispered. He then chuckled before spinning me around to face the wall. The blade slashing the side of my neck slightly. My forehead was pressed harshly against the hard wall as he forced my body against it. He then ripped down my trousers and... You can probably guess what happened. With every hit, I cried out, hoping that somewhere Gerard would hear me. Maybe, just maybe, I was goi
Diary of a Teenage Serial Killer - Entry SixEntry Six. 05; 07; 04Diary of a Teenage Serial Killer - Entry Six by beckii-hooper
The police found Mark’s body yesterday morning after his landlord complained of a horrible smell coming from his apartment. It’s all over the news, they make it sound worse than it is. “Utterly horrific” “Something out of a horror film” “Gerard Way is disturbed” They assumed it was him for the first few hours, that was of course until they found the note.
“Dear whoever discovers this piece of shit.
This man raped and attacked someone very close to my heart and many others out there. I apologize for the terrible state I have left him in, but he deserved to suffer. People of America, if you choose to be a rapist, pedophile, murderer, thug, thief or any kind of crime, you shall be erased. Especially if you hurt someone I love. I know I’m a hypocrite, because I kill. But I am going to die, a happy man, knowing that I saved possibly hundreds of people from abuse, rape, and death. Say what you want about me, tr
Diary of a Teenage Serial Killer - Entry SevenEntry Seven; 08; 07; 04Diary of a Teenage Serial Killer - Entry Seven by beckii-hooper
Hello Diary, and my little fuck faces listening out there. I have some strange yet exciting and dangerous news. Yesterday lunch I was sitting in the local café, minding my own business, rocking out to Black Flag over a cappuccino when a strange gentleman in a black jacket sat opposite me. How quaint! What did he want, you ask? Well first he wanted my coffee, the fucker, he took a massive gulp out of my perfectly good cappuccino, screwed his nose up then spat it right back out into the mug. By this point I’m sat with my headphones in my hand, mouth wide open, and a face of utter disgust on my face.
“What the actual shit… I was fucking drinking that!” I shouted at him.
“Why? It was disgusting.” He said with a cocky tone.
I then went to stand up and leave, I aint putting up with dicks fucking with my coffee. But he yanked me back down, stared me right in the eye and said. “Let’s talk about Gerard Way, shall we, F
(Frank x Gerard ) Frerard - R U Mine? [Prologue][ Gerard P.O.V ](Frank x Gerard ) Frerard - R U Mine? [Prologue] by SynackyPadilla
"Patrick was something," Pete muttered as a cheeky smile shown on his bright face.
"I sense someone is in love," I tease him and chuckles slightly.
Even with his tan feature, his cheek still shown a bright rosy red when he is in the state of blushing. He can only smile broadly without no more words to reply. We then just sit there in the cafe, racing on who get to finish their drink first. He ordered a lemonade as I ordered an ice lemon tea. I know, such a lemon day, isn't it?
Not long after, Pete won the unsaid competition. He pushed his empty glass slightly aside and burped. I choke on my half emptied drink as he laughs his ass off.
"The fuck dude?!" I scowled between my accident ongoing cough.
"What?" He paused for a good laughs, "everyone burps." he continued and back laughing.
I glare him with my made up fierce look and frown slightly. "Whatever,"I said as I roll my eyes, keeping my sass shown.
"Gerard, gerard" He sighed as he chuckles again. Dammit
TremorsCharcoal stubs.Tremors by that-lonely-road
Shredded rips of paper.
An empty packet of cigarettes.
The only things in Gerard's suitcase.
"I can't understand what they're saying! All I can say is thank you, but I'm sure I say that wrong. I'll just nod. I'll nod, shall I?"
Frank nods in the general direction of Gerard's voice, unable to hold his focus for longer than two seconds. They hurry down a corridor in a sweaty Spanish airport. Another stop on another tour.
The heat is getting to them all; Gerard being the only one talking. Gerard talks enough for all of them.
"Hey, Frank! Do you think we'll be getting any trains here? I feel like a train journey would be really relaxing right now, you know?" Frank nods, not having to force a smile.
Later, when everybody's alone, Gerard shakes. He shakes so hard he knocks his drink over, so hard that the glass smashes. The cheap glass shards skitter across the floor with a sharp sound, scaring Gerard. The liquid snakes between the pieces, clear liquid proving tha