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"Look! An owl just flew by."
"Fuckin' liar."
He grinds my hips into the sand, pressing his mouth to my ear. His hot breath attacks the brim. "I swear I just saw it."
My lips tremble. "You're lying. They're all gone."
His tongue attaches to my neck, licking up the sweat. It swirls around my ear lobe as his hands lay on my sides, pressing my belly closer to the ground. "Why would I lie?"
My breath catches in my throat when I hear a small hooting sound come from above us.
Poison softly chuckles. "I wouldn't lie to you."
"Fuckin' liar."
He grinds my hips into the sand, pressing his mouth to my ear. His hot breath attacks the brim. "I swear I just saw it."
My lips tremble. "You're lying. They're all gone."
His tongue attaches to my neck, licking up the sweat. It swirls around my ear lobe as his hands lay on my sides, pressing my belly closer to the ground. "Why would I lie?"
My breath catches in my throat when I hear a small hooting sound come from above us.
Poison softly chuckles. "I wouldn't lie to you."
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Teddy Bear :Frerard:
"What's this?" Frank chuckled slyly, holding up a small, fuzzy teddy bear by it's limp arm. It had been laying idly on Gerard's bed, it's button eyes barely peaking out from underneath a jumbled pile of blankets. Frank swung it in front of the taller man's face mockingly.
Gerard grabbed the toy from his friend's grasp, hiding it behind his back, "T-that's nothing."
Frank laughed, trying to grab it from Gerard, "Oh really? Then why are you hiding it?"
Gerard held it away from Frank, letting his hair fall in his eyes, "I-t's just really old, y'know." he attempted to dismiss the topic by tossing the toy carelessly on the bed, "It's not
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Halloween :Frerard:
The sky was a darkening grey and overcast with still, threatening clouds. A silent, quaint graveyard in New Jersey was empty on a Halloween night, untouched by vandals. Nothing had any seeming color, but a prick of red, stark even through dim fog.
A single man in a long coat stood vigil before a tomb stone. His fingers gently caressed three crimson roses, their petals stiff in the chill. Each one was perfect, a rose out of a movie. The young man had purposely searched through every store to find the best three. It wouldn't have mattered to most people, but he wasn't willing to settle for second best. Not for this. After all, an ange
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Squeak :Frerard:
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
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Title: Owl.
Author: edy.
Category & Pairing: MCR Killjoy: frerard/funpoison.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Party Poison claims he sees an owl, but that can't be right, can it?
Type & Parts: Fanfiction [1/1].
Word Count: 100.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A/N: Writing prompt, week one: Owl.
#My-Slashical-Romance.
Author: edy.
Category & Pairing: MCR Killjoy: frerard/funpoison.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Party Poison claims he sees an owl, but that can't be right, can it?
Type & Parts: Fanfiction [1/1].
Word Count: 100.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A/N: Writing prompt, week one: Owl.
#My-Slashical-Romance.
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owls are my favorite animal eue