Beside You (In Time) -- PTII Teasers

No way.
I just finished it, and my god is it epic.
Trent's POV...

My thoughts cut off as he came into focus. Davey. My one and only, my true love. In the hospital, arms covered with casts that covered a grotesque sleeve of burns from reaching into the fire for me. Too bad it was all a waste, though…

He was crying now. I couldn’t take seeing him cry, ever. It was the worst thing I could imagine. He was crying for me. He was crying because I was dead, because I would never come back to him. It felt like someone was wrenching the heart out of my dead chest. I was making him cry.

God-Given Teasers

Oh yes.

Will be posted tomorrow...

[Trent] trailed off as we all heard the faint sound of footsteps above our heads. Trent glanced around, having taken the flashlight, to reveal emptiness and the four of us being pretty much alone. An eyebrow raised in caution, Trent beckoned us to follow him as he stepped further into the basement. We followed him, making our footsteps as silent as possible and heading into the belly of the beast called the U.S. Bureau of Morality.

New Site

Yes. It's a regular ol' site for writing.

Closer to God (halox9)

IDGAF how religious all the CTG sites make me look.

"Savior" (Billievey)

(Billie Joe's POV)

It kills me not to know this, but I’ve all but just forgotten what the color of his eyes were, or his scars or how he got them. As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten. There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place. And there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds. But seldom do these words ring true when I'm constantly failing you like walls that we just can't break through until we disappear.

“So tell me now, if this ain't love then how do we get out?” I asked. Because I don't know.

That's when he said, “I don't hate you, boy, I just want to save you while there's still something left to save.”

That's when I told him, “I love you, extraordinary girl, but I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have.”

But that day pressed on like crushing weights, for no man does it ever wait like memories of dying days that deafen us like hurricanes. Bathed in flames we held the brand, uncurled the fingers in your hand, pressed into the flesh like sand.

“Now do you understand?” he asked.

Now we’re 1000 miles away and there's nothing left to say. But so much left that I don't know. We never had a choice, this world is too much noise, it takes me under once again
I don’t hate you…

“So tell me now, if this ain't love then how do we get out?” I asked. Because I don't know.

That's when he said, “I don't hate you, boy, I just want to save you while there's still something left to save.”

That's when I told him, “I love you, extraordinary girl, but I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have.”

I don’t hate you.

I don’t hate you, no…

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AN: This is mostly for right after American Idiot, when Billie Joe's forgotten Davey's name.
I own nothing.
Lyrics (c) Rise Against

NaNoWriMo-ing: 21st Century Breakdown

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^ That place above is where I'm gonna post my NaNo fic.
Basically.

Year Zero Blog

yr2022.blogspot.com

Posting in-character as Year Zero people. Mostly for light-hearted fun.
Cursing, sex and alcohol heavy drug use/abuse warning.

My Violent Heart...

...will be posted tomorrow if all goes well. will work on it tonight at a friend's house. yeah.

Monolouging.

There is a long awesome Trent monologue in chapter eight.
Both his history and some Year Zero world history :)

Give Me Novacaine (Trentvey Songfic)

by: suki self-destruct
For Losty.
I do not own the song off this was based. "Give Me Novacaine" belongs to Green Day. Trent and Davey own themselves. All I own is the plot. Thanks.

*

From where I sat in the corner of our room, I could hear Davey’s fitful sleeping, his constant shifting. I sighed. He was having another nightmare. As silently as I could, I stood up and walked over to our bed.

Davey’s long, tangled black hair was spread over his pillow and stuck to his skin with his sweat. His pale face was twisted into a pained, scared expression. It almost hurt to see him like this. Sitting down on the bed, I carefully took his thin hand in mine. He tensed suddenly, wrapping his hand tightly around mine and digging his painted nails into my flesh.

Without warning, Davey’s brown eyes snapped open. His only expression was fear -- pure, intense fear.

“Trent,” was all he said, rather faintly, before launching into my arms. I wrapped my arms around his shuddering shoulders as he cried.

“Take away the sensation inside. Bittersweet migraine in my head,” he whispered, “it’s like a throbbing toothache of the mind. I can’t take this feeling anymore…”

“I’ll drain the pressure from the swelling, babe,”

“This sensation’s overwhelming,” he muttered, “out of body and out of mind,”

I asked if I could do anything for him.

“Kiss the demons out of my dreams,” was all he answered with,.

I pulled him onto my lap and pulled him closer to me. Wiping away his tears with one hand, I kissed him, softly and slowly. Davey hesitated a bit before kissing back, his tears slowing. He quietly moaned as I entered his mouth with my tongue.

We pulled away after about a minute. Davey looked better now and I smiled.

“I get the funny feeling that’s alright,” I told him.

“Drain the pressure from the swelling…this sensation’s over whelming. Give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright. Tell me that I won’t feel any pain,” Davey answered in a whisper, before gripping my shoulders and pushing me backwards so that I was laying down now. His lips fell onto mine and we kissed again, clinging together, feeling eachother again. I gently nibbled his lip ring and my tongue played at the corner of his mouth, sliding in as he let it.

After a while, we broke apart and fell asleep, Davey safely and peacefully in my arms.

“Give me Novacaine..” he mumbled in his sleep.

My Violent Heart Teasers

Trent sulked in an armchair as I cuddled on the couch with Davey. Beside us, Billie Joe and Tre were tangled up in eachother's warmth.

"There are too many gay men in this house!" Trent declared, glaring at us.

"Aw, you're just jealous because we're all so hot!" Billie Joe laughed.

Only teaser you're getting for this.