"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."

-REWRITTEN AS OF 9/15/2025- He'd feel so much better...just one bottle...if he could keep control of himself... "Gerard. Please? Lemme help you." "I'm ..I-I'm sorry Frankie." Because he truly was. Frank was the one who mostly helped take care of him when he was at the lowest. Minus Mikey of course. But Frank was the one who held Gerard after he had vomited and was too weak to help himself sit upright. He was the one who took the brunt of the anger when Gerard lashed out as the withdrawls wrecked his pathetic body. Never once leaving him alone or taking anything personally. Now here Gerard was, alcohol in hand and ready to just toss all of that away.

[emo trinity fluff/multiship oneshot] Panic! At The Disco, My Chemical Romance, and Fall Out Boy meet up for a jamming session. It goes as well as you might expect. ☆ completed

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)

Frerard. Re-done and hopefully better. Gerard is a vampire and teacher, Frank is his human student, so why does Gerard feel that he's seen the boy before? I do not own anything, but the plot.

Gerard didn't want that tattoo and he definitely didn't want the baggage that came along with it. [Frerard]

What if the power went out in your 20 story building and you were stuck in the stairway…no, not the elevator, but the stairway…You’ve heard other stories about being trapped…you’ve seen the movies where people feel uncomfortable in enclosed spaces…However, what if you were just stuck?

Just a big book full of one shots that I come up with. There is no set update day. Just when I think of an idea and write it. They may be days apart, weeks, I don't know, but I'll try to think of as many as I can without making them similar to many things you may have read. Sorry if some aren't good, but I'm trying. Hope you enjoy! xoCrashFire

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

I write fluff, not tragedies. I write tragedies, not smut.