2 for 1
Title: Saved
Author: Jessica_Romance
Pairing/band: William/Gabe, William/M. Shadows & Travis
Rating: R for now.
Warnings: Memories of violence.
Notes: Posted on Mibba.
Summary: William got away...for now.
He doesn't know how long its going to last...this time.
William finds friendship in the form of a blueberry muffin and coffee; saved by the man in the purple hoodie, with a Spanish accent.
His feet pounded on the cement as he ran. His head never turned to look if they were still following him, he never slowed down to catch his breath and his step never wavered. He couldn’t stop until he got far enough, and hopefully he was almost there.
Minutes later, just when he thought his chest was about to burst, William reached the beginning of Main Street. The first building was to his left, a brightly lit Wawa. He was to close for them to do anything, so he took the moment to catch his breath. Brown eyes swept around the parking lot, trying to peer back from where he came, trying to see some kind of movement in the pitch-blackness that he had just been in.
Nothing…
He ran a hand through shoulder length brown hair and walked into the mini store. His eyes darted around the bright building as shaky he stuck his hand into his pocket to see how much money he had. His eyes widened, "Shit, shit, shit, shit." He looked over the amount in his shaking hand, a couple of twenties, a few fifties a bunch of hundreds, one five hundred and a bunch of tens, fives and ones. Travis was going to kill him. No, Matt was going to kill him. Travis was nothing compared to Matt.
"Hey kid…" William froze at the voice behind him, quickly shoving the money back into his pocket and slowly turning to the taller man behind him. His eyes wondered up the purple hoodie to a face and then to a pair of concerned brown eyes.
His first instinct was to turn and run, but a quick glance out the glass windows into the darkening sky made him stay. He stepped back from the taller man just in case and eyed him carefully, "W-what?" The word stuttered from William's mouth and his face flushed as the man looked down the couple of inches to him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." The stranger got a sharp nod to go with William's blunt reply. The small boy scurried over to the coffee and looked at it for a minute before quickly glancing at the man in the purple hoodie. He was balancing a muffin in one hand, a sandwich in the other and he was looking at the different coffee cup sizes.
"Here." The man gave him a brief smile, placing his things down on the counter housing all the coffee pots. "You look like you need it." William watched as he poured the hot liquid into the cups, a little milk and some sugar. He pushed the muffin over, which the smaller boy realized to be blueberry and the man gave him one last smile before walking over to the counter.
Almost as in slow motion he watched as the stranger placed down money, gestured towards him and left. William standing there with a plastic cup of the burning black liquid that he loved, a soft muffin sweetened by the fruit that was easily tossed into it. William wished his life wasn’t like a muffin’s. Just standing there, watching, as everything passed him by, unable to do anything because his of the fear and pain that was in his every move. His every breath.
He walked up to the counter and the woman waved him away, saying the man in the purple hoodie had paid for him. Nodding a small frown flitted and rested on William's lips as he looked out the window, slowly walking towards the doors. His brown eyes rested on the lines that stopped the darkness from entering the light and the people around it. Anyone of them could be sent to get him by Matt. Any one of them could have been a friend of Travis'. And anyone of them could want him for themselves.
Clutching his coffee and his muffin he slipped out of the Wawa, eyes wide at everything buzzing around him. Scurrying to the other side of the street he went into a hotel. He had the money, plus he didn’t like motels. An older man was at the desk, silently making piles of mail.
"Ex-- Excuse me." The man looked up, giving him a gentle smile.
"Yes?"
William reminded himself that he wasn’t talking to Matt or Travis or any of their friends. "I want to…" he didn’t know what to say; Matt always booked the hotels and he just walked by into the elevator up to the room.
"Book a room?" The man offered kindly, already pushing a book towards him. "Just you?"
"Yes." William took the pen and looked at the book trying to decide what he was supposed to do.
"Here you are. Did you sign?"
"Uh...no." He tilted the book, quickly scrawling his name. The dark blue ink stained the white paper as he made the first mark. Bill Beckett.
"Thank you Mr. Beckett, room 215, second floor. Here's your key, have a good night."
"Good night." William went to the elevator and paused remembering the last time he was on it. It was only the second floor, only the second floor. He got onto the small box after making sure nobody was on he hit the button with the number two engraved in it. The boy jumped slightly as the elevator jerked and started to move, his hands wrapping around the railing on the side. A full minute didn’t even go by before the silver metal doors where opening and he was able to get out.
The room was slightly large, a bed was pushed in the middle, small nightstands on either side with lights. A TV was in the other corner along with two doors. One leading to a closest and the other to a bathroom he guessed. Yawning he doubled checked the lock on the door before making his way to the bed. Slipping out of his shoes and hoodie, he sat at the edge.
At the moment, he was sadly wishing for the soft king sized bed with all the fluffy pillows and blankets. He wanted to wear his red silky pajamas and watch his flat screen TV. William bit his lower lip before wrapping the blanket around him and curling up in a ball.
Faster then he thought he was asleep; dreaming of brown eyes, purple hoodies and Spanish accents.
Title: Blizzard
Author: Jessica_Romance
Pairing/band: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R for now.
Notes: I really wanted a blizzard and I got one, so while watching it outside the window I wrote this.
Summary: Cold and lost Frank Iero doesn't know what to do....until he sees the smoke in the sky. Suddenly he has a destination and he makes his way to the cabin. But he's so cold and tired...
Gerard Way plans to spend his winter break in his Aunt's cabin, but as he's making his way there a bad snow storm hits...a blizzard. Hour later then planned he makes it and the storm is worse, he can barely see a inch in front of his face but while getting wood he does see something...or someone
Out Of The Snow, chapter one.
Frank shivered as he trampled through the snow, why he left the warmth of his growing cold car was beyond him, apparently not the smartest thing either. Frank yelped as he slipped on ice again and fell into the deep snow. This is why he preferred New Jersey, they didn’t get much snow and when they did it melted a couple of hours later…nothing to serious.
Pushing himself up and wiping the snow of his hoodie, another mistake; his dressing for the weather was a hoodie and a pair of fingerless gloves. Muttering under his breath he started walking again, this time watching the ice and keeping his hand ready to grab onto a tree. Again he decided he was crazy.
In the snowy Pennsylvanian woods, where the temperature was probably no more than four degrees. [i]Yeah, he was crazy.[/i]
Looking ahead Frank saw a shadow…or the outline of a building…maybe a cabin? He smelt the smoke, which made him move faster, until he stepped onto another patch of ice. "Fucker…" He groaned as he laid there letting the snow cover him. He closed his eyes for a second deciding once he got out of here he was never leaving New Jersey again…ever.
"Hey…hey kid.." a voice whispered and Frank's eyes flickered as he shivered and felt something warm draped over his body. He felt his body being lifted and stumbled at the pressure on his back. "I got you." The soothing voice whispered in his ear.
~
[i]About 5 hours before[/i]
Gerard groaned as he realized it was starting to snow again. He hated snow. No, that was a lie, he didn’t hate snow he just disliked it very much. Today was one of those days where he hated it though.
He had been driving through the state of Pennsylvania to get to the cabin for the break and it started snowing. It was a blizzard so he pulled over. It lighted after two hours but when he tried to get out of the snow he was stuck. Looking around he realized he was only about five minutes away, so grabbing his stuff he decided to make the walk.
He reached the cabin almost an hour later, the snow blew him into the small wood house and he shivered as the cold air hit him again from all sides. Carefully setting his things on the floor he searched for the light.
If he remembered correctly the wood stack was outside the back door. As soon as the lights flickered, he went to the kitchen and looked out the door and there was the wood.
A few minutes later he had a fire burning; his firing lighting skills came from some nail polish remover and a match.
Deciding to get more wood before the snow got worse…it was already worse…it was a blizzard. Gerard pushed open the door and started carrying in wood, stacking it right inside the door. As he made his fourth tree he saw something stumbling around in the snow.
"Who…what…" whatever it was, fell and got back up. Gerard decided it was a person. Making sure the door wasn’t locked his closed it and made his way towards the figure. Sure it was a bad idea but he couldn’t just leave him there.
Making his way closer Gerard realized that is was a boy. Small and not dressed to be out. He watched as the boy fell and laid there. He wondered if the kid was dead, going up to him he poked the boy, feeling cold skin. He was breathing. "Shit, you’re a pretty stupid kid.
"Hey…hey kid.." Gerard leaned down and whispered into the boy's ear. The boy shivered at Gerard's touch so he pulled off his jacket, draping it over the kid. He pulled him up, almost dropping him upon realizing how light he was. "I got you…"
Getting a better grip on the boy he carried him back to the cabin. When he reached the door, he shifted the unconscious boy and pulled it open, cold slamming into them from the back and warmth from the front. Gerard knew there was two bedrooms and then the loft upstairs. He had taken one room so he brought the kid to the other.
Carefully he gently laid him down and pulled off his wet shoes and hoodie. He paused when he came to the boy's jeans but then remembered his aunt's words. [i]"When caught in the snow, as soon as you get inside take everything off and get warm. Your wet clothes will make it worse."[/i]
Shrugging to himself he removed the kid's clothes, sucking in his breath at the artwork all over him. Forgetting that he didn’t know the boy on the bed, Gerard ran his hands over his body, tracing the outlines.
Stepping back, he shook his head and pulled the blankets over him. The boy's lips where almost blue and his lip ring was leaving wet spots from the melting ice.
Getting up and leaving the room he made hot chocolate then to his bags to get some clothes for the boy to wear when he got up. The timer went off just as he finished laying the clothes on the chair. He went and got a cup then went back to the room.
Gerard blew over the hot chocolate and watched as the boy shivered uncontrollably. Sighing, he set down his cup and went over to the kid, he was small, black hair, tattoos and piercings. He was probably an ax murderer, "hey kid, wake up."
Gerard poked him a couple of times then pulled a couple more blankets over him. Picking up his cup he went to the front room. Taking a sip he set it to the side and started unpacking his art things.
Setting it up near the window he started to draw it. First the window, then the curtains and then the details. Gerard threw himself into his artwork…he threw himself into it so much that he didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind him a hour later.
Frank paused behind the guy sitting in front of an easel; he was drawing the window, the snow hitting it, the ice and curtains. From what he could see, it was amazing. "Uh.."
The guy turned and looked at him, an amused smile across his face as he watched Frank hold up the pajama pants. "You're awake."
Frank nodded, "Uhm..tha--" he started, his voice cutting him off and he winced at the sharp pain in his throat.
"Here." The guy got up and led the way to the kitchen, "I'm Gerard by the way." He leaned back on the counter after giving Frank a couple of warm hot cocoa.
After taking a cup of sips, his throat warmed and Frank could speak. "Thank you, for getting me out of the snow and I'm Frank."
"You're welcome. So uh...are you ok?" Frank let his eyes drift over Gerard.
"Yeah." He shivered slightly and Gerard stepped closer to him.
"You're still cold." Gerard touched his face then his hands and pulled him into the living room. Suddenly Frank found himself buried under a ton of blankets.
"Uh…thanks." He giggled and peering over the mountain to see Gerard grinning at him.
Author: Jessica_Romance
Pairing/band: William/Gabe, William/M. Shadows & Travis
Rating: R for now.
Warnings: Memories of violence.
Notes: Posted on Mibba.
Summary: William got away...for now.
He doesn't know how long its going to last...this time.
William finds friendship in the form of a blueberry muffin and coffee; saved by the man in the purple hoodie, with a Spanish accent.
His feet pounded on the cement as he ran. His head never turned to look if they were still following him, he never slowed down to catch his breath and his step never wavered. He couldn’t stop until he got far enough, and hopefully he was almost there.
Minutes later, just when he thought his chest was about to burst, William reached the beginning of Main Street. The first building was to his left, a brightly lit Wawa. He was to close for them to do anything, so he took the moment to catch his breath. Brown eyes swept around the parking lot, trying to peer back from where he came, trying to see some kind of movement in the pitch-blackness that he had just been in.
Nothing…
He ran a hand through shoulder length brown hair and walked into the mini store. His eyes darted around the bright building as shaky he stuck his hand into his pocket to see how much money he had. His eyes widened, "Shit, shit, shit, shit." He looked over the amount in his shaking hand, a couple of twenties, a few fifties a bunch of hundreds, one five hundred and a bunch of tens, fives and ones. Travis was going to kill him. No, Matt was going to kill him. Travis was nothing compared to Matt.
"Hey kid…" William froze at the voice behind him, quickly shoving the money back into his pocket and slowly turning to the taller man behind him. His eyes wondered up the purple hoodie to a face and then to a pair of concerned brown eyes.
His first instinct was to turn and run, but a quick glance out the glass windows into the darkening sky made him stay. He stepped back from the taller man just in case and eyed him carefully, "W-what?" The word stuttered from William's mouth and his face flushed as the man looked down the couple of inches to him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." The stranger got a sharp nod to go with William's blunt reply. The small boy scurried over to the coffee and looked at it for a minute before quickly glancing at the man in the purple hoodie. He was balancing a muffin in one hand, a sandwich in the other and he was looking at the different coffee cup sizes.
"Here." The man gave him a brief smile, placing his things down on the counter housing all the coffee pots. "You look like you need it." William watched as he poured the hot liquid into the cups, a little milk and some sugar. He pushed the muffin over, which the smaller boy realized to be blueberry and the man gave him one last smile before walking over to the counter.
Almost as in slow motion he watched as the stranger placed down money, gestured towards him and left. William standing there with a plastic cup of the burning black liquid that he loved, a soft muffin sweetened by the fruit that was easily tossed into it. William wished his life wasn’t like a muffin’s. Just standing there, watching, as everything passed him by, unable to do anything because his of the fear and pain that was in his every move. His every breath.
He walked up to the counter and the woman waved him away, saying the man in the purple hoodie had paid for him. Nodding a small frown flitted and rested on William's lips as he looked out the window, slowly walking towards the doors. His brown eyes rested on the lines that stopped the darkness from entering the light and the people around it. Anyone of them could be sent to get him by Matt. Any one of them could have been a friend of Travis'. And anyone of them could want him for themselves.
Clutching his coffee and his muffin he slipped out of the Wawa, eyes wide at everything buzzing around him. Scurrying to the other side of the street he went into a hotel. He had the money, plus he didn’t like motels. An older man was at the desk, silently making piles of mail.
"Ex-- Excuse me." The man looked up, giving him a gentle smile.
"Yes?"
William reminded himself that he wasn’t talking to Matt or Travis or any of their friends. "I want to…" he didn’t know what to say; Matt always booked the hotels and he just walked by into the elevator up to the room.
"Book a room?" The man offered kindly, already pushing a book towards him. "Just you?"
"Yes." William took the pen and looked at the book trying to decide what he was supposed to do.
"Here you are. Did you sign?"
"Uh...no." He tilted the book, quickly scrawling his name. The dark blue ink stained the white paper as he made the first mark. Bill Beckett.
"Thank you Mr. Beckett, room 215, second floor. Here's your key, have a good night."
"Good night." William went to the elevator and paused remembering the last time he was on it. It was only the second floor, only the second floor. He got onto the small box after making sure nobody was on he hit the button with the number two engraved in it. The boy jumped slightly as the elevator jerked and started to move, his hands wrapping around the railing on the side. A full minute didn’t even go by before the silver metal doors where opening and he was able to get out.
The room was slightly large, a bed was pushed in the middle, small nightstands on either side with lights. A TV was in the other corner along with two doors. One leading to a closest and the other to a bathroom he guessed. Yawning he doubled checked the lock on the door before making his way to the bed. Slipping out of his shoes and hoodie, he sat at the edge.
At the moment, he was sadly wishing for the soft king sized bed with all the fluffy pillows and blankets. He wanted to wear his red silky pajamas and watch his flat screen TV. William bit his lower lip before wrapping the blanket around him and curling up in a ball.
Faster then he thought he was asleep; dreaming of brown eyes, purple hoodies and Spanish accents.
Title: Blizzard
Author: Jessica_Romance
Pairing/band: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R for now.
Notes: I really wanted a blizzard and I got one, so while watching it outside the window I wrote this.
Summary: Cold and lost Frank Iero doesn't know what to do....until he sees the smoke in the sky. Suddenly he has a destination and he makes his way to the cabin. But he's so cold and tired...
Gerard Way plans to spend his winter break in his Aunt's cabin, but as he's making his way there a bad snow storm hits...a blizzard. Hour later then planned he makes it and the storm is worse, he can barely see a inch in front of his face but while getting wood he does see something...or someone
Out Of The Snow, chapter one.
Frank shivered as he trampled through the snow, why he left the warmth of his growing cold car was beyond him, apparently not the smartest thing either. Frank yelped as he slipped on ice again and fell into the deep snow. This is why he preferred New Jersey, they didn’t get much snow and when they did it melted a couple of hours later…nothing to serious.
Pushing himself up and wiping the snow of his hoodie, another mistake; his dressing for the weather was a hoodie and a pair of fingerless gloves. Muttering under his breath he started walking again, this time watching the ice and keeping his hand ready to grab onto a tree. Again he decided he was crazy.
In the snowy Pennsylvanian woods, where the temperature was probably no more than four degrees. [i]Yeah, he was crazy.[/i]
Looking ahead Frank saw a shadow…or the outline of a building…maybe a cabin? He smelt the smoke, which made him move faster, until he stepped onto another patch of ice. "Fucker…" He groaned as he laid there letting the snow cover him. He closed his eyes for a second deciding once he got out of here he was never leaving New Jersey again…ever.
"Hey…hey kid.." a voice whispered and Frank's eyes flickered as he shivered and felt something warm draped over his body. He felt his body being lifted and stumbled at the pressure on his back. "I got you." The soothing voice whispered in his ear.
~
[i]About 5 hours before[/i]
Gerard groaned as he realized it was starting to snow again. He hated snow. No, that was a lie, he didn’t hate snow he just disliked it very much. Today was one of those days where he hated it though.
He had been driving through the state of Pennsylvania to get to the cabin for the break and it started snowing. It was a blizzard so he pulled over. It lighted after two hours but when he tried to get out of the snow he was stuck. Looking around he realized he was only about five minutes away, so grabbing his stuff he decided to make the walk.
He reached the cabin almost an hour later, the snow blew him into the small wood house and he shivered as the cold air hit him again from all sides. Carefully setting his things on the floor he searched for the light.
If he remembered correctly the wood stack was outside the back door. As soon as the lights flickered, he went to the kitchen and looked out the door and there was the wood.
A few minutes later he had a fire burning; his firing lighting skills came from some nail polish remover and a match.
Deciding to get more wood before the snow got worse…it was already worse…it was a blizzard. Gerard pushed open the door and started carrying in wood, stacking it right inside the door. As he made his fourth tree he saw something stumbling around in the snow.
"Who…what…" whatever it was, fell and got back up. Gerard decided it was a person. Making sure the door wasn’t locked his closed it and made his way towards the figure. Sure it was a bad idea but he couldn’t just leave him there.
Making his way closer Gerard realized that is was a boy. Small and not dressed to be out. He watched as the boy fell and laid there. He wondered if the kid was dead, going up to him he poked the boy, feeling cold skin. He was breathing. "Shit, you’re a pretty stupid kid.
"Hey…hey kid.." Gerard leaned down and whispered into the boy's ear. The boy shivered at Gerard's touch so he pulled off his jacket, draping it over the kid. He pulled him up, almost dropping him upon realizing how light he was. "I got you…"
Getting a better grip on the boy he carried him back to the cabin. When he reached the door, he shifted the unconscious boy and pulled it open, cold slamming into them from the back and warmth from the front. Gerard knew there was two bedrooms and then the loft upstairs. He had taken one room so he brought the kid to the other.
Carefully he gently laid him down and pulled off his wet shoes and hoodie. He paused when he came to the boy's jeans but then remembered his aunt's words. [i]"When caught in the snow, as soon as you get inside take everything off and get warm. Your wet clothes will make it worse."[/i]
Shrugging to himself he removed the kid's clothes, sucking in his breath at the artwork all over him. Forgetting that he didn’t know the boy on the bed, Gerard ran his hands over his body, tracing the outlines.
Stepping back, he shook his head and pulled the blankets over him. The boy's lips where almost blue and his lip ring was leaving wet spots from the melting ice.
Getting up and leaving the room he made hot chocolate then to his bags to get some clothes for the boy to wear when he got up. The timer went off just as he finished laying the clothes on the chair. He went and got a cup then went back to the room.
Gerard blew over the hot chocolate and watched as the boy shivered uncontrollably. Sighing, he set down his cup and went over to the kid, he was small, black hair, tattoos and piercings. He was probably an ax murderer, "hey kid, wake up."
Gerard poked him a couple of times then pulled a couple more blankets over him. Picking up his cup he went to the front room. Taking a sip he set it to the side and started unpacking his art things.
Setting it up near the window he started to draw it. First the window, then the curtains and then the details. Gerard threw himself into his artwork…he threw himself into it so much that he didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind him a hour later.
Frank paused behind the guy sitting in front of an easel; he was drawing the window, the snow hitting it, the ice and curtains. From what he could see, it was amazing. "Uh.."
The guy turned and looked at him, an amused smile across his face as he watched Frank hold up the pajama pants. "You're awake."
Frank nodded, "Uhm..tha--" he started, his voice cutting him off and he winced at the sharp pain in his throat.
"Here." The guy got up and led the way to the kitchen, "I'm Gerard by the way." He leaned back on the counter after giving Frank a couple of warm hot cocoa.
After taking a cup of sips, his throat warmed and Frank could speak. "Thank you, for getting me out of the snow and I'm Frank."
"You're welcome. So uh...are you ok?" Frank let his eyes drift over Gerard.
"Yeah." He shivered slightly and Gerard stepped closer to him.
"You're still cold." Gerard touched his face then his hands and pulled him into the living room. Suddenly Frank found himself buried under a ton of blankets.
"Uh…thanks." He giggled and peering over the mountain to see Gerard grinning at him.