Frerard - Heart
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Word Count: 341
It broke my heart when I heard him say "I do." It shattered my heart into a million different pieces. Pieces that no matter how hard I tried, I don't think would ever be able to fit back together after that day.
I'd known it was coming for ages, that he would be giving himself away to someone, but it was only when he said those two words that I really felt it. I think it was because before that, there was still a chance. However unlikely, there was still that small chance that instead of vowing to spend the rest of his life with her, he would realize his mistake; he would turn to me and say, "Frankie, take me back!" And up until then, I would have.
Actually, no. Even now I would. In a split second, if he said he wanted me back then I would welcome him with open arms. Because the truth is, even though my heart is in a million pieces, he still owns it
All I Want For Christmas...
Gerard sighed and held his head in his hands. This was the first Christmas ever that they hadn't shared with each other; he hated it; he wanted his lover back, to be here in his arms, instead of visiting Bob. Dear Santa, he thought, I won't ask for much this Christmas, hell, I won't even ask for snow, let alone a present. Just give me him all I want for Christmas is my baby, my lover
He stood up and went to stand under the little piece of mistletoe he had been convinced by his sweetheart to hang. His eyes slipped closed and he exhaled slowly, wishing desperately for his love to come home, too him.
Gerard was startled out of his thoughts by a pair of warm, soft lips and a flurry of snowflakes. "Mmfh!" he exclaimed, alarmed, and opened his gorgeous green eyes to meet the warm, beautiful hazel ones of his one and only, his shining star: his Mikey. Gerard pulled away, flung his arms around his younger brother and shouted, "Mikey! I thought you we
On Tour With MCR Pt.2The woman who had led me onto the bus tapped me on the shoulder. She beckoned me forwards, and proceeded to explain to me how tour worked. I found out that her name was Minnie, and was given a timetable for the next week. She explained that each week we would be given a new timetable, detailing our destinations and whether we would be sleeping on the bus or in a hotel. My first week would be spent living entirely on the bus. When I had settled in on the bus, Minnie took me into the concert venue, showing the security men out tour cards and flashing them brilliant smiles. She marched me down a corridor and through a door. I found myself in a large greenroom. It was painted a delicate shade of lime green, with big windows that let natural light spill into the room. Several comfortable looking sofas and chairs were stationed in front of a large television, and in the middle of them sat a low coffee table with a bowl of Skittles in the centre, and a note next to them. I crouched down and r
On Tour With MCRSaturday. The one day in the week that I have off. I have school all week and work on Sundays, so on Saturdays I allow myself to sleep in until 10am- but not on that Saturday. On that Saturday, my phone rang at 7am. I rolled over, grumbling to myself softly, and answered my mobile.
"Hullo?" I asked, my voice hoarse from being open in my sleep.
"Hi there!" A radio-smooth voice rang out. "This is Jessa Jackson, from Rockathon Radio!" I sat bolt upright in bed. "Did you enter our competition to spend 6 months on tour with My Chemical Romance?" My jaw nearly touched the bed-sheets.
"Yes!" I squeaked. Jessa laughed on the end of the phone.
"Well, to win this prize, you must answer one question." She began. "What was the release date of My Chemical Romance's first album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love?"
"July 23rd, 2002!" I gushed. "It was my 7th birthday!" I could hear the celebratory music being played on the other end of the line.
"CONGRATULATIONS!" Jessa yelled. "You'
Nightmare :Danger Days One Shot:"Put him out of his misery," Korse whispered in my ear. He raised my unmoving arm, his skeletal fingers wrapped around my forearm. My black and blue ray gun quivered in my unsteady hands. "Go on, now, Bunny. He wants you to. He's practically begging for it!"
I stared at the unmoving man, chained in the chair. The untamed red hair covered his eyes, but I could tell by the shuddering that he was crying. I held the ray gun now with two hands, thanks to Korse. He smiled, trying to make me give in, shoot the man in the chair. Though he was attempting to appear charming, his features twisted into a sick grin chilled the blood in my veins.
"He's in pain," Korse said, walking slowly to the man. He grabbed a handful of the gorgeous red hair and yanked the man's head up. His eyes were closed in pain, but the tears were clear on his face. "If you shoot him, Victory Venom, you'll end his pain. Don't you love him? Don't you want to help him? Don't you care?"
Sick Hearts: 13.Our parents were updated on the fact that Frank and I were an item, same for Quinn and Mikey. They approved of both our relationships, which I was very grateful for.
Frank and I were cuddled up on the couch, with Frank's head dug into the crook of my neck. I kissed the top of his head lightly. He moved, so that he could sit up and stare at me.
"What're you looking at cutie?" I asked.
"I love you, Gee."
I was lost for words. I had wanted to tell Frank for so long that I love him, but I never had the guts too, and I didn't want to rush him or anything. I sat there in silence. I tried telling him that I love him too, but it didn't work out.
"I-I-" He kissed my cheek.
"It's okay if you can'y return it just yet, Gee-bear, I can tell you love me just by the way you look at me. I don't need words to make sure you love me," he finished. I pressed my lips to his. I'm not sure how Frank was so understanding. And he always knew what to say at the right time too. I envied him for it, but I didn't