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Hate To Love Part Fifteen (Synacky Mpreg): *********************************************** Evi glared evily at the mystery man, Derek or whatever Zacky said his name was, as he pulled Zacky into his arms and whispered to him as he rubbed his back gently. "Mind telling us what the fuck is goin' on and WHO the fuck THIS is?" she asked with a snarl. "Great questions," Ziah added. "I'd LOVE to hear the answers." "Can't you give him a few minutes to pull himself together?" Derek asked. "Have a heart." The last part about having a heart had Ziah extremely angry. She'd always had a heart when it came to Zacky. Her older brother was everything

You say you love me... But that love... It's just not enough is it? I say I love you but it's only words... Our words make us feel like we're not apart completely. But they're only words and they only ever will be while I'm not with you... And sometimes they help and sometimes they make me sick inside, right down to the pit of my stomach. Because I know they're only words and I know I can never actually be with you... *** Frank stared with detachment over the dinner table, with the vacant stare of someone who dreamt of not being there in that moment at all. 'And what's stopping me? What's stopping us?' He entertained briefly; not all

DISCLAIMER; Any lyrical reference is not my property. I do not own Gerard Way, Frank Iero, or any characters in this story, but yes, I wish I did. Preface Gerards POV. It all started with the realization, Everybody dies. Our instinct supplies us with reassurance that we are some kind of exception, that death will never lay its cold, icy palm against our back, even though we are swimming one main stream, conforming to one lifestyle, we are taught that we are special. The cold hard truth, is that everyone is taken alive. And unlike popular believe, love does know boundaries. Death does not. In the hand of death, the subject of race, age,

A lot had changed in twenty years. Unlike the summer weather he had last seen, Gerard Way was welcomed with a freezing breeze that made his cheeks burn. He crossed his arms over his chest and continued to walk down the lone street, doubting himself with each step. The long-fired Youth Minister didn't know where to go. The place around him had changed so much; he could barely recognize the surrounding buildings. The church still stood tall in its original spot, and the passionate preacher popped up in his mind. No doubt he was keeping the church going strong, even in his gaining age. He paused in mid-step and turned to look at the said chur

This thrown is too big for me. The bed it too big for me. My life is too big for me. I hate being king- well, prince. I'll be a king in twenty five days, when I'm eighteen years old. When my father was alive, he told me that when I'm eighteen I am going to take over Everett, the kingdom my family rule, and that I'll have a lot of responsibilities to do. He died from disease about a year ago. And nothing has really been the same. My mother didn't know how to cope with herself, so every night she'd be throwing things at the wall and yelling about how much she misses him. And now I have to deal with all this king shit on top of my mother being e

Welcome to Horrorland. Prologue. The year is 1653, it's late medieval times and The Thousand year war is still raging on. From the Cuore castle to the flaming forests, there's a static in the air, like the calm before a summer storm.  The Hearts and Diamonds- or more simply known as the reds-  have been fighting the Clubs and Spades – Or blacks - for the rein of Horrorland.  So far, The reds have dominance and have banished the blacks away to the flaming forest. Prince Zachary and princess Amy of Hearts were in the Cuore Castle's rose garden along with Prince Matt and Princess Valary of Diamonds. The princesses were off, strolling thr

I was sat in Science with Gerard and Ray, as much as I pay attention. Science is not my subject, Ray is like the Einstein of our group. He always helps us with work and equations. Gerard was able to pass science but I can't do it alone, I need Ray's help. Me and Gerard made a joke that he keeps his extra knowledge in his fro so then he started saying how him and his fro passed the physics exam when I flunked it completely. We sat at the back of the class, drawing in the backs of our books. The group of four who sat beside us, suddenly began mocking us. I dropped my head on the table, Gerard saw how much they wound me up. He leaned in and whi

   Frank Iero sat up, wondering where he was. An alleyway, obviously, looking at the brick walls and bypassers down the way. Frank wiped his eyes, shoved his bangs out of his face, and pulled up his pants. He shoved a leg off of his, and turned to look at what trick his father had set him up with -Frank didn't bother looking at them anymore.   "Charming," He sighed, looking at the man next to him, who was a scraggly lump of denim. He was a trick none the less, so Frank slickly put his hand in the man's jacket, front a finally back pockets, looking for cash. He pulled a canvas wallet out of the man's right back pocket.  The man groaned and

Frank had a plan. Oh, who was he kidding? He didn't have a plan at all. More of a passing thought. He doubted he'd even do it, anyway. Worst case scenario - also most likely: it blew up in his face and he moved to Mexico. Or Canada. Either was fine. He gazed up at the roof of the tour bus, listening to the sound of his friend's steady breathing coming from below, as well as the occasional moan or mutter of incoherent words. Frank blushed as many very inappropriate things raced through his mind, and he wondered about what was in his fellow band mate's dreams at the moment. Managing to wipe the grin off his face, he slid off his bed and climbe

Don't Shed Tears For Me Chapter One: Boy playing the piano. "Yo Matt, wanna go to Trevor's party? I heard there's gonna be a bunch drinks and hot chicks!" Brian asked intently making his big brown eyes sparkle. Matt chuckled. "Nah dude I think I'll pass on this one." That answer made Brian gasp. "Are my ears lying to me?! Matthew Charles Sanders is refusing to go to a party?!" Brian said, being a little drama queen.  "Well…whatever man. Bye!" Brian quickly got his act together and left. Matt continued to walk down the porcelain hallways until a melodic tune echoed from the music room.   Who's playing that?  He walked to door of the

Zacky looked down into the eyes of the girl he loved…his eyes gazed over her entire face…her hair...the way it sat on her head so perfectly…like a golden halo that just lit up her face. Her beautiful eyes, that always sparkled…they were the colour of a fucking rainbow and completely perfect for her…they looked so alive all the time….and filled with love when they were together….Her plump lips…the lips that moved in perfect sync against his…the softest lips on this earth…and the lips that had just spoken his biggest fear…."Gena….you can't do this…" he whispered….he couldn't

Frerard: Because No One Helped Chapter 2 Gerard's POV I felt so bad for the poor boy that was getting beaten up. I had to put and end to it. I found out his name is Frank. I looked down at him and frowned. "They really hurt you…" I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I watched as Frank slowly nodded and frowned. "Yeah…but its been worse; this was just a minor beating." This made my heartbreak. I sighed and walked up my driveway. I opened the front door and walked inside, closing it behind me. I walked down the stairs the led to the basement, aka my room. I gently set Frank down on my bed, trying not to move him anymore than I h

Brian Everyone cleared out of the way as soon as I entered the school building. I mentally smirked at how much they feared me. Everyone around Huntington knew I was Synyster fuckin' Gates I sneered at a couple of freshmen who were absolutely petrified of me. Their eyes widening as they scrambled for safety. I absolutely terrorize these kids till the shit their pants My eyes landed on the one human I hated most besides my dad Zacky Baker-Way His life was so perfect... granted he was shy and a stuttering freak he had the absolute most supportive and loving parents in my eyes. It's so fucking unfair that a weak kid like him has such loving

The storm clouds are rolling in. The sky is quickly painted a gloomy gray and the far off sounds of thunder bang away like a steadily beating drum. The downplayed rhythmic quality of it makes your heart feel like its in tune with your brain, even if it's only for a little while. You let your head rest against the cool windowpane watching intently as the first few rain drops patter against the glass. Your eyelids flutter shut as you try to focus in on, let alone grasp some sort of thought but you're so at peace that everything is being leeched away like an absorbing sponge. And for a moment you wait to land back on earth because you're used

*Frank's PoV* "Gerard!", I heard someone shout. I turned around to see to whom the scratchy young voice belonged. A guy with too big glasses passed me, he was way taller than me and shouted again: "Gerard!" A boy who wore the same school uniform like me and shouting guy turned around. He looked so annoyed that I had to stiffle a laugh. "Mikey, what do you want?", he asked with a soft voice and ran a hand through his black hair, I could see he had his nails painted black and coal black eyeliner smeared around his eyes. I couldn't help but think, that he was hot. Mikey, I assumed shouting guy was called, catched up with hot dude, possibly calle

Matt leans back into the sofa and looks around at his band mates either side of him. "This is gonna sound really weird," he starts, looking around at nobody in particular, but noticing how all of their eyes instantly train on him. "But have you ever thought of having an orgy?" Zacky starts laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. "Moments like this make me really glad that Arin went out with the Berry's tonight, you'd creep the poor kid right out." Zacky laughs, calming down a bit. Brian and Johnny just stare at Matt, stunned by what the singer had just said. "I'm being serious, though. Have you ever thought of it?" Matt asks again, cr

"As you all know," Ms. Bakers voice rang out through the studio, "Our summer show is coming up, and I'm sure all of you want some sort of part, maybe even the lead roll," Brian looks down the line of students, a few of the girls shiver with excitement, others back into the wall a little more, shying away from the tall, slim woman who is pacing the centre of the lightly coloured dance studio. He looks the opposite way and notices that the teachers son is shuffling awkwardly, waiting for himself to be picked on. He's shifting his weight from a normal stance, to a pointe, and back to normal. He turns his attention back to the ballet mistress.