Frank Iero gets a new dorm room at the Art And Music College in New York. But does he get a dorm to his own, or not? Sometimes he wonders "I'm not alone."

frank seems to have a small crush on his regular customer. completed ; 9 november 2016 [ask permission to repost elsewhere. do not plagiarize. if u see someone plagiarizing this work, pls let me know!]

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!]]

"You don't have friends?" She asked. "Nope. Never have, never will." I mumbled. And that, is how I started to talk to a boy across the world. 3,564 Miles Away.

A book of Johnlock One-Shots. None of these stories follow on from each other, that's why they're called one-shots. Enjoy!

*HAPPY ENDING CONFIRMED* Cats and dogs seemingly don't get along. It's actually a known fact. They mixed as well as water and oil. Well, that is except for Gerard and Frank. The unstoppable gay looser duo. Another thing: Gerard is a cat. And Frank is a dog well, wolf...... Same thing! Follow the young couple as they fight for what is right. (With cute fluff and friends on the way.) ----------------------------------------------------------------- Warning: this story includes sex, slight gore, and the f-word. If you are sensible to these things you can go fuck yourself THERE WILL BE AMAZING KINKY GAY SEX COVER MADE BY @PASTELPUNKPRINCESS I DON'T OWN MCR.

You can write what you desire here and I will make a chapter for each person who decides to write a paragraph for Chester.

"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795

Sherlock is bored as usual. He needs JAWN ACTION for...erm...SCIENCE! Yes. Anyway, I suck at descriptions so just read. Contains Johnlock and rated I don't know because I'm making it up as I go along. Maybe it will get porny ;)

"oh god John I can't do this!" Sherlock exclaimed. He slammed his hands hard against the leather seat and pulled himself up. He spread his arms out, showing his full wingspan. "John fix me." Sherlock gets sick and John looks after him. Things get pretty cute. - co-written with my gal Jo :)