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  "Thanks for coming on such short notice."  Gerard smiled, pulling off his jacket as he stepped inside the warm house, "No problem."  Mrs. Iero stepped outside, rubbing her hands together in the chilly night air, "Anyway, I'll be back around eleven, try and get him in bed around nine or ten, okay?"  Gerard nodded, "Okay," he turned his head, looking around, "Um...where is he anyway?"  "Oh, he's probably in the living room watching TV or something. Don't worry too much, he usually behaves himself."  "Oh, okay then. Have fun then."  "I'll try. Thanks a lot." Mrs. Iero shut the door, leaving Gerard in the house. Gerard was babysitti

  "So, an example of a survey would be if I asked you if you preferred Skittles or M&Ms, then you'd--"  "Skittles!" A short boy in the back row shouted, ferociously waving his hand over his head, nearly falling out of his chair.  "What was that Mr. Iero?"  The boy rolled his eyes, feeling that his teacher's question was silly, "I said Skittles. Everybody knows Skittles are better."  "Frank, the question was rhetorical. I didn't want an answer. Anyway--"  "But there isn't really a question, 'cuz everybody likes Skittles better!" Frank stood by his first answer, feeling quite confident that everyone was on his side, as most seven-year

  F--king gym class! I hated gym class, everything about it. From the changing in the locker room to the endless shouting of the other kids whenever I did something slightly less than perfectly. I mean, my god, at least I tried to do stuff, some kids just stood in a corner and watched. Maybe I should do that, then I'd get out of dodge-ball and maybe everybody would just leave me alone Considering the pissy mood I was in, and the fact that my back was killing me, that's what I decided on. I would just stand off to the side and act like I was doing something. Who would really care anyway?           *Locker Room*  I changed into my gym short

   Squeak...  "Ugh."  Squeak. Squeak, squeak  "Geez, this f---king bed needs fixed or something, it's annoying!" Gerard muttered angrily to himself, changing positions in an attempt to become comfortable while doodling. His pencil trailed across the page, making dark lines that contrasted with the pure white of the page, "Ugh!" Squeak, squeak.  Gerard adjusted his position, now leaning on his left elbow. He erased a line quickly, making the bed squeak with the fast movements of his arm. He frowned, making a growling sound. The squeaky springs in his bed were becoming increasingly bothersome to him. How could he possibly draw somethin

Frank was lost. Darkness surrounded him. It was endless. A tall figure was visible in the distance, enveloped in a single, bright spotlight. The figure turned and Franks face lit up as he recognised the man stood some way off. 'Gerard!' Frank yelled, running towards him. Frank made his way towards Gerard, but he kept tripping. Gerard just stared at him with a bemused look on his face as Frank slipped and tumbled closer to him. Frank was now within touching distance of Gerard, and he reached out, begging him to help him, to pull him out of the chilling darkness that was crushing him. Just as he was about to make contact with him, Gerard va

I turned gently in my sleep, dreaming about the new song Frank and I were writing for the band. My dreams predicted it was going to be hit. I was rudely awakened from my sleep by a loud crashing noise coming from outside the tour bus. I sat up and looked out the window. "Bloody thunderstorms" I mumbled to myself, still half asleep. I lay back down and attempted to get back to my dreams but I knew the thunder wouldn't allow it. I lay still for a while dozing. I heard someone else shuffling around on the other side of the bus. Frank. He was terrified of thunderstorms, they scared the hell out of him. I immediately felt bad for not thinkin

BY THE WAY since this is tooo long dammit, this is a troll!highblood!sea dweller!Reader x Gamzee... Please don't hurt me. It hadn't taken long for Gamzee to fall in love with ___. Although for the moment, he couldn't have her. No, it wasn't that her quadrants were full. Quite the contrary, indeed. They were all empty, and she was happy. And a highblood. Higher than Eridan, but lower than Feferi. She was a sea dweller too, and she probably wasn't interested in him in a Red-Rom way. He spoke to her a lot on trollian, and she always used her little fish emoticon, E'oo'3. Gamzee liked it for some strange reason. It was like his signature : o)

“Oh, hey Dirk! What’s up, is Dave here?” You ask while fist pumping Dirk when he opened the door. “Yea, he’s in his room right now. Nice to see you lil’ sis,” Dirk says smiling a bit. “Thanks Dirk!” You say. You gave Dirk a quick hug and ran over to Dave’s room. You knock and a muffled voice is heard  behind the door saying it’s open. You open the door to see Dave struggling to put his shirt on because of the shades he’s always wearing. This always seemed to happen when you came in and you were sort-of used to it. The shirt was stuck on Dave’s head leaving his ch

~For the Love of a Daughter~(Father!Denmark X Daughter!Reader) You barely remember those years, but the memory is still there, fuzzy but there. How your father used to be when you were 3 and younger. Blond hair styled up in the most gravity-defying way, blue eyes always sparkling with happiness, strong body and arms that promised protection for his family, and a grin that you could never forget. A smile that spoke love, pride, and just pure elation whenever it was directed to anybody he cared about. How his laugh could cause even Uncle Lukas to sometimes smile, then he's choke him with his tie. You remember the days you called him, "Daddy" wi