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some mini frank fic idk“These are the words, but the words aren't coming out, they burn cause’ they are hard to say”
This must have been the 3rd time this week that Frank had resorted to listening to the scrapped album, this song in particular ’The World Is Ugly’. Frank had many reasons why this one of his favourite songs on the album, maybe even one of his favourite songs they had ever written, one of them was that the lyrics spoke to him, it had been 4 years since the songs had been written, 6 years since Projekt Revolution, 6 years since the moments he and Gerard shared on stage, 6 years since the marriages, and 6 years since everything changed not just for Frank but for My Chemical Romance.
Once the touring had finally finished at the end of ‘The Black Parade’ everyone went their separate ways, to their new lives, even Gerard moved out of New Jersey which Frank thought would never happen, but obviously it did since Lindsey was in the picture, Gerard had t
random homestuck drabbleIt had been three years, three long years since John, Jade and Davesprite had gotten onto the golden battleship to go through the fourth wall to reach the new session where Dave, Rose and the twelve trolls would be waiting, but most importantly to John, Karkat would be there and that’s the main person John has wanted to meet since they became friends over the course the game, it’s funny, John thinks, that he wouldn’t be about to meet his best friends if he hadn’t destroyed Earth when he was thirteen years old.
Karkat on the other hand wasn’t feeling great considering he was lying on his bed in his room saying to himself how much of a fuck up he is because today was the day that he was finally going to meet John Egbert, the human he’d watch grow up and, eventually, fell in love with, but of course John rejected him, like everyone else, even his moirail Gamzee hadn’t been around recently, and that had worried you, until you realised that Gamzee p
Frerard-Leave Me Broken-WIP Mental AU
Dull white and bright white, the only two colours Gerard Way sees on a daily, twenty four hour basis. However the 20 year old was used to it, being trapped in those two coloured walls not even trying to escape like he used to when he first entered the mad-house he now calls home nearly two and a half years ago. And of course after being there for so long he knew most of the crazies ending up there for various different reasons, he could list them as he walked into the dining room as he passed each patient.
The first victim to his all-knowing powers was Pete Wentz, the eighteen year old here for a suicide attempt; he’s been here for five months but by Gerard’s guessing he’ll be leaving in at least a month. Sat next to Pete was Ryan Ross, a year younger than Pete and was here for extreme anger issues but somehow found a friend in Pete over the short amount of time he’s been here so far.
Gerard chuckled slightly at his own thought of him sounding like one of the th
Kidfic-Frerard-Sleepover (so far)Being a cowboy was just a normal saturday in the life of 7 year old Frank Iero.Frank thought his mum was the best in the world, he'd told her that many times which resulted in Frank getting his hair ruffled numerous times, meaning he'd have to just restyle his hair,which took Frank time, but it made his mum happy and that's all that mattered to the young boy.
But the main reason Frank thought his mum was the best in the world was because of what he got to do every saturday, be a cowboy with his best friend ever Gerard, and he even got to stay over at his house which Frank thought was even cooler. And today happened to be one of those days.
"Now Frank,I hope you're on your best behaviour tonight okay?"
Frank just smiled at his mother, he always listened to his mum and he knew already that when he was really old that he'd still be there for her.
Frank's mum motioned towards the door and without hesitating Frank rung the doorbell and heard the famillar tune ring through-out the house,and
Just another day for Venus-PlanetShipping ficlet"Come no, you guys have to stop fighting" Venus said as she looked at three of her best friends who were currently arguing as per usual
"It was Jupiter's fault for getting involved!" the red haired boy called Mars shouted at the much taller boy who was running a hand through his brown hair.
"S'not my fault I was the only thing that stopped Earth getting destroyed by that dude in the Asteroid group" Jupiter replied simply whilst Mars still gave him an evil glance.
"You guys it's my fault for not being able to stand up for myself I'm sorry" the youngest boy wearing a light blue jumper said looking down at his shoes, almost shamefully.
Venus, Mars and Jupiter all looked at their best friend Earth who was still looking down at the ground like he wished it would swallow him up so he wouldn't have to face the world again.
"Hey Earth look at me" Venus said as she moved towards Earth and place her hands on his shoulders "None of this is your fault you understand me, none of it" Earth looked in
FxG-Part 2-The True Lives Of Our Fabulous Killjoys
I didn't have to walk far until I saw two figures blocked out by the sunlight but I could tell it was them.Kobra Kid and Jet Star known to me as Mikey and Ray.
It looked like they were working or fixing their prized Trans AM which had a black spider painted on the bonnet, I always wondered why they painted that spider if Frank was frightfully afraid of the but I never got to ask.
As I got closer to the two of them I could see they were in fact re-painting one of the sides of the car
"We'll need more paint at this rate you know Kid" Ray pointed out as he looked into the paint can which had only a few more paint brush strokes left
Mikey looked into the paint can and sighed
"I don't understand why Poison and Ghoul can't come out and do some of this themselves it was their idea in the first place you know what I mean Jet?" Mikey asked as he carried on painting the side of the Trans AM yellow
Ray nodded and explained the counterargument about how Gerard thinks that what's happened to most o
FxG-Part 1-The True Lives Of Our Fabulous Killjoys
I ventured over to the abandoned diner, my footsteps never leaving an imprint in the soft sand of the desert.
When I got there, after a matter of seemingly quick seconds, I peered through the food stained window and caught a glimpse of my ghostly self, reflected faintly in the glass. I chuckled slightly to myself, I still had the same hair, the same face but with faded bags under my eyes from the obvious sleepless nights and the same yet memory ridden jacket with only a few rips on the worn out black fabric, not that anyone could see me, I was just a slight cold breeze to everyone else
I glided through the window to enter the hideout diner of the 'Fabulous Killjoys', I didn't know what to expect today it was always the same. Same old mess, same old smell, same old everything, I don't know why I always come back day after day. I guess I just miss my old friends.
And almost as if someone could read my thoughts I saw Frank wander out of a room at the back of the diner, ruffling
FxG-Intro-The True Lives Of Our Fabulous Killjoys
I walked over the grainy,dusty sand in the scorching heat,but yet it didn't affect my uniform-wearing self, and it hadn't for 10 long years out in this desert.
You might of heard of me, I'm the abandoned skeleton out in Zone 6, the fallen black parade solider who never had the chance to be a fabulous killjoy, but little do the fabulous killjoys know, I've watched their every move ever since I've been here, for years on end, just observing the four of them;
and Kobra Kid
And this is my view of their lives.
Frerard:Oneshot-Well It Rains And It PoursI clutched the last few remaining items of your water drenched clothing as my choked out tears mixed into the cast amounts of water that already surrounded me and the house we lived in.
We thought we were safe.
I thought we were safe.
But obviously I was wrong and somehow caused this tragedy.
Once I had cried out all of my watery tears of emotion I set off to find you as I waded through a sea of our household possessions too water logged to save mainly photographs of the two of us which could never be replaced.
Once I had swam out of our house I noticed other people on the street looking at the carnage that had occurred just a few hours prior.
I cried out your name over and over but to no avail I simply couldn't find you.
A lifeboat floated slowly towards me and one of the crew members grabbed me by my arms and pulled me aboard the orange raft making sure I still held onto one of your favourite t-shirts.
One of the crew asked if I had anywhere to stay and I shook my head in disa
Bruises [Trainer!Levi x Abused!Reader] [AU]
[Warning: addresses abusive relationships]
With an aggravated growl, you burrowed your leg into the heavy bag with everything you had. The slam sent vibrations of pain through your shin but the strike sent it ramming into the wall with a thud. You were the only one left in the studio, so you could yell, growl, make as much noise as you so chose. As it swung back at you, you reeled back your leg, performing the same round kick into your target. Again, sharp pain jolted through the used limb but the rush you felt overrode any discomfort. Instead, you continued on with a series of punches and strikes with your palm. The cool adrenaline filled you like fuel, allowing to sending more hits with the greatest of force. The more contact you made, the harder effect it left on your tender skin. But, you swallowed hard and pushed.
One last punch, you thought. Winding back, directing all your attention to the indention in the bag, you fired. Unfortunate
Ponyboy (Jean X Reader) Farm!AU
Jean was born into a broken family. The usual slut mom and alcoholic father, drug addict sibling. And like any other normal thirteen-year-old boy, he ran away. He did it gladly. But, where was a boy to go? Damn, he didn’t know, he just wanted to get as far away from that godforsaken home as possible. So he stayed from place to place. Hiding out in sheds, in an empty dumpster, behind an old building, and on occasions, in the woods.
One day, he was sitting on the curb of a crowded town. It was more of a market, with venders running to and fro with goods to trade or buy off each other. He stayed there to just watch the people pass by, it was better than anything else. Nothing really stuck out to him. Until he saw… you.
You seemed only ten years old. Wide, innocent eyes with your hands clasped in front of you, you approached the strange boy with muffin hair and golden eyes. “Hello,” you said softly, a small smile gracing your lips.
Jean scanned you up and down. A pl
Test Week [Punk!Levi x Tall!Reader] [AU]
COLLEGE. What more was there to say? Anyone asking you the question “how’s life” new exactly what you meant just with that one, dreaded word: college. You hated it, yet you were obligated to attend to proceed onward with your life. It made you want to tear out every hair follicle, yet you needed to go for your desired career. You were forced into taking classes you despised and enjoyed, but both overloaded you with assignments and projects that it didn’t matter. Sometimes, it felt like you were merely studying to pass an exam rather than actually learn something. It transformed you from a chipper student to a loathsome hermit, grouchy and disgusted with everything, seeking comfort in only coffee and any other delicious foods that brought you instant joy before it immediately depleted upon finishing it.
This was your life now. No fun, no social interactions and a constant crick in your neck.
It was a dark and stormy night when you spent another late night hanging
Incubus!Levi x Reader |By Her Side|"Levi, I promise, it'll just be an hour at the most! It's not like you have anything better to do." She told me with a pout, her gentle hand reaching out towards my own. I let out a forced growl, before retracting my hand that was almost in her grasp. I hesitated for a moment when I saw the slight pain in her (e/c) eyes, but nevertheless managed to frown towards her.
"You're such a pain in the ass. How many times do I have to tell you, no! Now get the hell out, before I kick you out myself." I tell her, as I lowered my voice to the point my vocal chords hurt. But I had to scare her away - no, I wouldn't let her innocent (e/c) hues see my other side.
"B-But you've been cooped up here all day, I just want-"
"Get this through your thick skull, you idiot. I don't want you here. Now leave." I mumble to her, before looking away. I couldn't see her expression, nor did I want to. Her beautiful face was probably frowning, and damn did I despise being the cause of her fowl mood.
Five Nights at Freddy'sXMale!Reader
With Love, From Us
Today, you woke up with a frown.
Today, you woke up with a sigh.
Today, you dressed yourself in your work uniform quite begrudgingly, and headed out of your house with a sour expression; being sure to lock it once you left.
Today, it was your birthday. Oh, joy.
"Stupid birthday," You sighed to yourself, kicking a pebble with the toe of your (f/c) shoe while taking a step down the sidewalk. You were on your way to work, currently, and walking was a bit of a pain in the ass—and legs—without being able to afford gas for your car. Hell, it even bummed you more to know that you had to work on your birthday, despite how much you hated it.
Yes, there is such a thing as a person hating his own birthday.
The reason you were so foul about it were due to many, many reasons; a majority of them being too painful to bring up that it caused you to cringe. Some were even so depressing that you wished that a birthday such as yours never existed.
Stealer- (Levi x Reader) [AU]
You used to pretend not to know my heart
“Why do you like flowers so much?
“Nobody said you had to like them too,” You pout, cheery lips curled as you lean over and pluck a single daisy from the span of meadow. Levi huffs, rolling his eyes dramatically and purposefully shoving his fists into his torn pockets. In the fluttering spring breeze, the petals pirouetted around your body, outlining the soft curves you bore. If you had only been wearing that summer dress he suggested earlier, then the scene would look as if it came right out of a movie.
You couldn’t be any less elegant at this moment, but the chaotic state of your silk locks was oddly attractive to Levi.
“Levi come here.”
Chains: Part 45 (Eyeless Jack x Reader)
“Good morning, Jacky.”
Jack grunted softly at the voice, his eyelids twitching. He was on the edge of sleep, his mind groggy and his breathing shallow. Right now he just wanted to go back to sleep, his eyelids too heavy to open. If given a few seconds, he probably would, just slip right back into his previous dream. However, he never got the opportunity.
A small weight suddenly rested on his head, making him flinch slightly. Grunting once more, he groggily opened one eye, staring at the faded gray carpet which had become so familiar to him lately. Slowly he raised his head, blinking as he tried to see through the groggy blur consuming his vision. A grizzled man was crouched in front of him, offering a bright white grin that seemed to glow in the dim light.
“Still waking up, I see.” The weight on his head lifted slightly before ret
Romano x Reader: Do Not Pull8. Innocence
“Chigi!” You blinked and looked at Lovino’s red, flustered, and somewhat frustrated face. You glanced between his ever deepening blush and the hair curl pinched between your to fingers.
“R-ragazza…” he started but his sentence was choked back by the motion of you twirling the curl around your index finger.
“This is a pretty weird curl, Lovi,” you said as you gave it another firm tug.
“Fuck!” he swore as you continued to mess with it before he somewhat roughly grabbed your wrists and pinned you down on the couch the two of you had been sitting on with your hands above your head. He was panting heavily as he looked down at you, giving your body a once over. Damn you looked good. You just tilted your head innocently, urging him to violate that innocence as hard and rough as possible. Thankfully, he had more self-control than that. “Ragazza…, _______, that curl….”
“What about it?” y
The Perfect Punishment (Tutor!Sebastian x Reader)
You watched his lips move in mute fascination, the thin, pale petals flowing over antiquated terms. You learned on the hard oak table while your chin was cupped in your palm. You vaguely understood that Sebastian was discussing that Shakespeare fellow, but you couldn't care less. All you needed to know was that gorgeous cardinal eyes were fixated on your young form, and that his blindingly handsome face looked so sexy when he concentrated.
You blinked, sitting back so quickly the chair wavered. You felt like he had asked something of importance. Hot embarrassment crept up your neck as a heavily awkward silence set in.
"I asked you, do you understand Ophelia and Hamlets importance to the play?"
You feigned a cough as you scrambled to organize your notes. Their was no point to this action, seeing as you hadn't written a damn thing since your tutor started talk
My Love For You Never Left-Frerard Part 4
I know I shouldn't be doing this
It's so wrong
But yet again
Its' so right
"Whatcha' doing Frank?"
"um What NOTHING" I said quickly as I changed the computer screen to google and just stared at it
"So Google seems very interesting..."
Well that didn't work.
"Yeah I was just thinking about what to look up" I replied
"What for 2 hours?"
"Look Frank, just tell me what you were doing and I'll stop pestering you, how about
I couldn't tell him what I was doing; he'd hate me for sure
"I was just seeing what the fans were saying on twitter"
I quickly typed Twitter into the search bar and clicked on the first link and logged in and went straight to my mentions, and that's when I noticed pretty much all of them were asking about my sexuality.
"Looks like your popular Frank" Gerard said pointing to the screen whilst chuckling
"It's not funny Gerard" I said seriously as I turned to face him "They shouldn't be asking su
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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