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INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 30)I woke up, arms wrapped around the big pillow in the coffin, blanket over me.
“Gee?” I asked tired. No answer. I sat up, hitting my head on the coffin cover again, and tried to get out. I put on the clothes Gerard obviously put on a chair for me.
I walked to the living room but he wasn’t there. I went to the bathroom next. I heard the shower was on so I knocked and asked “Gerard? You in there?”
“Nope, I’m Mikey.” I heard as an answer.
“Have you seen Gee?”
“Kitchen.” I mumbled a ‘Thanks’ and went to the kitchen.
Gerard stood at the range, only wearing jeans shorts, and seemed to be cooking. I walked over to him and covered his eyes with my hands.
“Hey Frankie!” he said giggling.
“Good morning Gee!” I squeeled. I looked into the pan in his hand and squeeled “Yay! Pancakes!” Gee giggled and put the pancake on a plate to a few others. He grabbed the three plates there and
Letter to Gerard WayDear Gerard,
I want to say thank you for everything you did. You’re the most inspiring person I know and your music helped me a lot. I wish I could meet you in person one day. You, Mikey, Frank and Ray are my idols.
Even though I know My Chemical Romance for only three years, these three years were the best time of my life. I’m proud to be a part of the MCRmy and this is something that will never change. The MCRmy will always stick together.
You taught me that it’s okay to be weird as long as I’m staying myself.
Since I know My Chemical Romance I celebrate every band member’s birthday. I bake a cake every time and make small presents. Last year I made some digital pictures for everyone. This year will be drawings. Even though my art isn’t good I hope you’ll like it anyways.
The first week after I found out about the split was the worst week of my life. Every time I heard a MCR song I started crying. And also songs from bands you toured with or
Little Red Riding Hood ParodyLittle Red Riding Hood
There once was a boy named Gerard who lived with his father, Billy Joe in a small house in Pichl.
One day, Billy Joe asked his son: "Gerard, would you please bring these hemp basket with a cake and a bottle of wine to Grandma Amy?"
"Of course. I will. "Replied Gerard and took the basket.
"Leave not the way, the big bad wolf lives in this forest." warned his father.
"Yes. Bye. "replied this and left the house.
Sometime later, Gerard came to a fork in the road and did not know which the shortest way to his grandmother’s house was.
Suddenly he saw the wolf behind a few trees standing. Gerard noticed this and approached him. Gerard took several steps back.
"You’re not afraid of me, right?" asked him the wolf.
"What is the shortest way of to get to the house of Amy Lee?" he replied. Wolf pointed to the right path. "Thank you." said Gerard, and went in the direction in which the wolf had shown. This stared after the boy confused.
A short time later, Gerard
INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 28)
"WHAAA!!!" I screamed and sat up too quick. Breathing heavily and being dizzy from the blood rushing through my head I looked around. I still was in the room in the bar.
"Hmm? What's up Frankie?" I heared Gerard's sleepy voice next to me.
"Nightmare... Chains... Black skinned monsters... Father... Sister..." I said panthing. Gee wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me as close as possible without hurting me.
"It's okay Frankie. It's just a dream. Nobody's gonna hurt you now. I'll never let them hurt you, I promise." He tried to make me calm down which actually worked. After twenty minutes of crying like a baby I might add.
"Better?" he asked and I nodded. "So what happened in your dream?"
"I was in a white room and was bound to the ground by chains and black skinned monsters with wings and tails where there and one said to his daughter to 'say hello to your brother'. That totally creeped me out."
"Aww. Sorry for that. Black skinned monsters with wings and tails you said. That ar
INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 27)
I opened my eyes and saw a black skinned creature standing in front of me. Not the rasistic meaning of black skin. It was more like ash was covering it's body.
"You're awake, bloodsssucker. Massster'll be happy to hear that." the black creature said with a husky voice and walked off. I could see a dragon like tale and leathery wings. I tried to stand up but had to find out there were chains around my neck, wrists and ancles so I just could sit.
I looked around the room and saw that it was all white. There was something that looked like glass between me and the place the creature stood in before. It came back with a man following behind him.
He wore a white suit which made a big contrast to his ash black skin. He had bigger wings then the other one and also had a tail.
"So you're awake Cyril. Nice to meet you. Sadly you're not gonna see the next day. What a waste of beauty." Now I noticed there was a short figure standing behind the man. It was a girl who was wearing a white dress.
INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 26)
Suddenly Gerard let go and collapsed on top of me. I lay there for a few minutes with him on top of me. 'Damn, he's quite heavy.'
"Gee, get off me! I can't breathe." I squealed.
Suddenly he moved his head. "Huh? What happened? Why are we both completely naked?" he asked. I stared at his now green eyes. He looked so innocent and cute when he was confused.
"You handcuffed me, tortured me with sex-toys and sucked my blood. And now you gonna get a pancake as boyfriend." I answered.
"Pancake?" he asked.
"You're heavy. If you keep lying on top of me I soon look flat like a pancake. Get off me please."
He rolled off and I took a deep breath.
"To be perfectly honest, I kinda liked what you did." I smirked. "Can we do that again sometime?"
"Sure! If you tell me what I did to you." he said.
"Get off the handcuffs first, okay?" He did as he was told and as soon as I could move my hands again I reached down, pulled out the vibrator and switched it off. I removed the cock-ring and wanted to jack of
New Boyfriend (Stalker!2P!Canada x Reader)It was the first day back from summer vacation. Matthew arrived at school first. He actually couldn’t wait to see __________ again. He hadn’t seen her since June. Her father put her into some camp because her grandmother was visiting and he wasn’t going to have his daughter exposed to shit. He didn’t mind. They wrote and talked through letters and her laptop, which she smuggled in. He missed her. He was going to walk her to school but he had other things he on his mind. He spent the summer with Allistor, Francis, and Gaul. He was just tired. He was looking forward to seeing a feminine face that wasn’t a prostitute.
“Hi Mattie!” he looked up and stared. Puberty was fuckin’ good to ___________. She filled out in all of the right places. Her chest came in, her legs were longer, her hair was done nice, she was actually wearing something nice, versus the shit her mother had her wear in middle school, and she was just…cute.
Tony x Child! Reader I'm Coming Home
Tony x Child! Reader I’m Coming Home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming home
(Name) Stark, daughter of the world’s favorite billionaire, stared out of the window with a frown on her face, her small brow furrowed as she observed the throngs of people travelling around at rush hour. She had a natural talent for recognizing faces, but the falling rain tended to obscure her vision.
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
She’d caught him drinking again. He’d been trying non-stop to go cold turkey on the drinks. Which isn’t the easiest thing when you’re suffering from alcoholism. She sighed at the memory. (Name) had begun to scold him, however being four years old didn’t prove for much influence on the man. Not when he was as drunk as he had been that night, anyways.
Don't leave - Netherlands x Reader
The rays of the sunlight woke you up. Your squinted your eyes and stretched, turning around in the bed. It was a sunny day, birds were chirping, a perfect, cliché day. Until. . . You looked at your alarm clock and realized you had one hour to get ready for work. You sighed, you really didn’t feel like working today.
After a few minutes you managed to sit up and throw your legs over the edge of the bed, you rubbed your face with your hands and groaned. Slowly, you raised yourself but was pulled back into the bed. You gasped, two muscular arms wrapped around you and prevented you from walking away.
You relaxed into the grip and giggled when you heard small murmurs against your hair. “You know, I can’t hear you when you have your face buried in my hair.” You chuckled and turned around so you were facing him. Your husband, Tim Jansen.*
[ Since Netherlands doesn’t have an official Surname, what I know about anyway, I just picked a random name for him.
Country!EnglandxHuman!Reader: Forever and Always
"Okay, I spy with my little eye... Something red," you said, your eyes darting around the quiet street as you and Arthur walked along, hand in hand, having just gone out to dinner at your favorite restaurant. The moonlight cast an almost magical glow all around you.
"Is it... That large bouquet of roses in the flower shop over there?" Arthur guessed, pointing to said floral arrangement. You giggled.
"Yep!" you exclaimed, nodding.
"I knew it! And it's my turn now! Let's see here... I spy with my little eye... Something that is absolutely beautiful in every sense of the word," Arthur whispered, smiling and staring right at you. You blushed bright pink, knowing he was talking about you, but you decided to play dumb.
"Is it... The moon?" you asked. Arthur shook his head.
"Nope. Try again," he cooed.
Fighting - Punk!England x Reader
A loud sound from an electric guitar was heard and you covered your ears. Your eyes were shut hard and your nose wrinkled in disapproval. You threw your sketches on the ground and went out of the door of your room. You marched towards the basement in the small house you shared with nobody else than Arthur Kirkland.
Slam! The basement door shut and the brit’s attention was turned towards a certain pissed person. Also known as you.
“Finally coming to hear my amazing music, love?” He smirked as he caressed the neck of his guitar. You walked towards him.
“Would you, please, turn down the volume of that shitty music you have there.” You snapped and put your hands on your hips.
“It’s not shitty, you just don’t have a taste in good music.” He said and proceeded to play loudly again until your hand grabbed his wrist.
“Seriously, Arthur, it’s starting to get really annoying, can you at least turn down the volume?” Th
Wordsworth Between Us Snake x Reader
The chilly morning air of your small, cozy home caused the tiny hairs on your forearms to raise and goosebumps to form. “How is it so cold in here? It was nice and warm when I went to bed.” Sliding your feet into a pair of warm slippers to avoid touching your cold hard floor, you scurried to the large, covered window and pulled back the heavy curtains. Just having the sunlight shine in through the glass warmed your room considerably. “There, now. That's much better.” As you walked from room to room, pulling back the curtains and drapes, you heard a gentle knock at your front door. Not expecting any visitors, you pulled your housecoat tightly around your body and slowly cracked open the front door. “Snake, what are you doing here?”
Snake looked straight at you, as it often was, his face was almost completely devoid of any expression. “You never came to see us. Says Emily.”
Immediate guilt hit you. How could you have fo
Mute!Reader x Karkat || RantsKarkat Vantas. For once, he was finally fucking silent.
Usually, when someone bumped into him he made a huge deal about it. Yell at them, make them feel inferior, have them apologize, etc.
But when this human girl bumped into him, he was silent for a moment, just because she had really pretty [h/c] hair and [e/c] eyes. It caught his eyes for a moment, as he trailed her backside, before realizing she was walking away, without a care in the world.
"Hey nooksniffer!" He growled, and grabbed at her shoulder, which was clothed with [f/c] graphic t-shirt that had a cute little chibi person flipping you off, with the words 'moshi moshi' 'desu desu' around it. The Vantas tried not to compliment the shirt, after all, he was trying to chew her out.
Complimenting her probably wouldn't help at all. At least, if he was trying to achieve his goal. "You bumped into me, and you didn't even say sorry."
This girl gave him an, 'Are you fucking kidding me?' look, but didn't say anyt
Rare Moments || N x Reader
N was laying peacefully under a shady tree, he was quiet beside his soft purrs that escaped his throat, which were caused by you while caressing his green locks.
His cap was lying beside him while head was resting on your lap softly as you ran your finger through his soft as silk, light green hair.
It was so long and not damaged, it made you wonder how he managed to keep it so good and healthy.
Putting this thought aside, you smiled lovingly at the sight of N.
It had been a while since you two had such a peaceful moment because of Team Plasma and all that jazz.
Your strokes started to slow down as your mind and eyes drifted off into the woods until they finally stopped.
N slowly opened his blue eyes and the first thing he saw was your face, which showed that you were deep in thoughts.
"Why did you stop?"
Snapping out of your daydream, you looked back to the young adult and saw his usual smile as he reached up with his left hand to brush his fingertips over your right cheek.
'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - Part 0
---'Just Be': Part 0---
Once upon a time, there lived a Princess in a beautiful Castle. After a hailstorm, she found a Blue Dove lying injured in her garden. Nursing him back to health, she kept him as a companion. The Dove came to love the Princess, and lived in a golden cage within her room.
One day, the Princess fell terribly ill. The disease was so great, that some believed that she was cursed by a Demon. The only thing that could cure her, they said, was a Magical Fruit that grew in a distant land, far beyond the reaches of mankind.
The Blue Dove overheard them. One day, when the nursemaid came to clean his cage, the Dove took flight and sped its wings out the door.
Thus the Bird began his journey, to search for the fruit that would cure his beloved Princess.
... It was a cold and snowy day.
An unpleasant draft, chill and biting, swept through the house where you lived. In the morning, you did your best to b
Everything was black.
All I could think of was the pain rushing through my body.
Suddenly I saw a light.
'Am I dead?'
I opened my eyes and stared through glass into a room. There were scientists, all of them had a yellow G on their coats.
I tried to get out of the glass box. I threw myself against the glass, causing it to break.
I started running like the devil was chasing me. Some of the grunts ran after me.
I saw that there was a wood pretty near. The problem was that I was somewhere on the third floor of a building in the middle of nowhere.
'Better dying from jumping out of a window than those grunts catching me. Who knows what they gonna do to me.'
I landed on the ground on all four.
I headed for the woods, running for my life.
I kept running though I was pretty sure the grunts weren't
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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