The Artist saw the Change, and the Change was Grotesque. Through written confession, a nameless artist describes a disturbing interaction with a customer and the horrific Changes that result. Now, he will do everything he can to stop the Change from spreading. But can he hide from his own true nature? If you enjoy the epistolary stories of Lovecraft, strange deformations, and the descent into madness, then you'll enjoy this short story from the mind of Charles Howard.

New Jersey has never been interesting....Well, maybe except for the teenage girl wound up dead in the forest once a week, but that's just Belleville, New Jersey.Gerard never thought he was interesting either, unless they're jacking off in the shower sessions were enticing, then he was just like any other teenage guy. He liked comic books, music, eyeliner, skirts, and well, guys. A lot of people thought he would become a hopeless romantic, especially ever since Bert broke up with him. Although it ended on good terms, Gerard never thought he would like someone like that ever again. But when the punk-rock-emo-loser Frank 'Fucking' Iero goes on a walk to the cemetery, he never expected to see some guy dancing around his room singing....is that, In Bloom by Neck Deep? This guy's got good music taste. Point is, his blinds are up, their window is open, and they are totally gay. How would Frank know that, you ask? Well, it's not everyday you see a guy wearing an 'I <3 Emo Boyz' T-shirt that's off-the-shoulder and cropped. With a fishnet long sleeve underneath? AND 2 belts? Damn. This guy is hot as fuck. So, what would any reasonable person do? ... That's right! Continue watching the dumbass who left his blinds open and write down the address on your wrist....for scientific purposes only. ** Constructive criticism is helpful! This fic is based off of the song "In Bloom" by Neck Deep. Literally my favorite song right now, go check it out if you haven't.( I know the topics of the song and this fic are different don't bother)

The unholy union of a high school AU and a ghost story. Gerard's life takes a strange turn when his family moves to a small town in Vermont and he discovers the locals aren't all what they seem to be. Also includes: unexpected nature walks, murder, pining, improper treatment of crime scenes, a number of bone-related puns, high school bullies, and a short-range shrub named Ferdinand.

❝ "romeo, oh, romeo, won't you please fuck off?" " come on, juliet. gimme a chance." ❞ pastel!frank ; punk!top!gerard {started: 29 oct '17 completed: 17 feb '18 } ©prettyiero 2017 all rights reserved. a frerard fanfiction

When Frank first moves into room 054-2 he makes, what he deems to be, an awful first impression - forgetting his roommate's name within the first hour of knowing him. But as their friendship grows, they have a certain fondness for each other, a bond that no one seemed to be able to break. February-May 2019 [excluding Extra Scenes]

An opportunity too good to pass up. That's how Frank feels about this chance of finding Gerard again after their traumatic experience a few years earlier. He knows Gerard isn't the same person he once was, but he needs to see him for himself to believe the stories circulating around LA about his well-being. Mature Content - Target audience 18+ --------------- "I remember that" Gerard stammered, shuffling in his seat. "I've heard that before." Frank could've cried from the simple recollection. He squeezed Gerard's hand a little tighter and bit on his lip to stop himself from crying. "I................God, I'm so confused" Gerard stated, looking a little panicked. "I don't.....I just,............Did I know you?" "Yeah" he simply said. "You did Gee. But there's no rush. We'll get to that. Okay?

"For god sakes help him! He's bleeding to death!..." My mother yells at the men surrounding me through tears as the paramedics grab my numb body, covered in blood, from my blood stained bedroom floor, to take me to God knows where. My name is Frank Iero, and I give up. First Mikey. Now Gee. I refuse to live in a world filled with your smudged finger prints, and boxes of memories, knowing you're no longer here. But that's not what this life planned for me, right Gerard? ...right?...

Gerard has loved his older brother Mikey's best friend, Frank, since the day he met him five lust-filled years ago. But as Mikey never hesitates to point out, Frank is straight. When Frank has a falling out with his roommate and winds up crashing on Gerard's couch for a month, he's a 24/7 reminder of what Gerard wants but fears he'll never have. Until one afternoon when Gerard has a major art project to finish and a model who's a no-show. Frank offers to pose for him---and it sure feels like the heat between them is mutual. Could Mikey have been wrong about his best friend for all these years? Would Gerard's dreams about Frank finally come true? The only thing Gerard knows is that one way or another he'll find out for sure... tonight. 14,533 words **smut** !!! Important !!! : ((From Tonight by Karen Stivali but formed into a Frerard fic because.. Frerard))

After a failed suicide attempt, Frank Iero is placed into an induced coma to prevent any further self harm. While he's asleep, he's visited by what he believes is an angel who sings to him. When Frank finally awakens, it becomes his obsession to find who the voice belongs to. [[Trigger Warning! Suicide-- do not take this warning lightly. Suicide is a main theme. Pretty explicit self-harm, child abuse, underage drinking, reckless behavior, and depression. If you notice anything else that needs tagged, please let me know!]]

He knew it was wrong. So wrong. Frank shouldn't have feelings for another guy when he was in a relationship he was happy in. Well, used to be happy in. But then someone else caught his attention. One that was cute enough to make Frank fangirl - but it wasn't fair to Pete. The one who had been head over heels for Frank since the 8th grade. So what was he supposed to do? Break up with Pete and do a little match-making? No...Frank sucked at that. What then? Move to another country and change his name? That could work... --------- That new kid, he was so mysterious, dark and hot. Frank wanted to know more about the guy wouldn't even tell the shook his last name. But how was he supposed to do that when the kid wouldn't even look up from his notebook? ---------- Crap description but I'm getting better at stories but I still can't be bothered to check spelling; I'll try but won't promise anything