George didn't expect much of his life. He come to be rather complacent with the ways things had turned out to be. He wasn't unhappy, per se, just very uninspired by the world around him. He found himself with little more than vague enthusiasm towards a select few things in his life. Perhaps he'd thought he was okay with that, and that he'd live his life amounting to very little at all. Perhaps he really had thought that, but that was before he'd met Matty. Matty didn't expect much of himself. He'd fall out of trust with the world, and came to bury the person he'd once been deep inside himself, under a mess of arrogance and over spoken ideas about the way things should be. Everything was bullshit - love, family, being a 'functioning member of society', and perhaps it didn't look like he was ever going to get far with his life. Perhaps he'd thought he was okay with that: with locking up who he really was inside everything he'd wanted to be. Perhaps he really had believed that, but that was before he'd met George. Neither of them had much cared for change, but the thing was that change never did stop to ask for your opinion before it happened.

George knows his relationship is falling apart-he really does, but he's not quite sure what to do about that fact. He's tried fixing it, but nothing works, and George is reaching the point where he isn't even sure if he wants to repair the damage if he's the only one putting in any effort. But he's not a cheater, and although he finds himself fascinated with a certain stripper at a club he frequents more than he probably should, it's just a passing crush-nothing more. And it doesn't matter if he spends most of his time with Matty instead of his boyfriend, because they're just friends. He's only doing so because Kyle is out practically every night with fuck knows who, so George is entitled to share his evenings with someone else, it's strictly platonic after all...mostly. ~~~ Stripper AU Wattpad exclusive Completed

Gerard has been running away for as long as he can remember: away from the hunters, away from his past, and away from himself most of all. Besides his brother and Ray, he has been alone for time untold. But his constant dreams refuse to be left in the dust, and it is reaching the point where Gerard is convinced he is going insane, all because of this dark haired man whose name he doesn't even know. ~~~ Vampire AU *trigger warning for blood, gory scenes, and character deaths* Completed Playlist: https://player.spotify.com/user/zookrates/playlist/0ErnzVg2cyiKsU1CNDrrHd

Frerard 30-Day Smut Challenge quite self-explainatory.. i promised myself i wouldnt start these, but hey, here i am. if you know me, you know they arent gonna be posted daily, but hopefully you'll like them!! vote,comment, check out my other stories, and enjoy!! i send love and shitty smut, -blue

Frank Iero is a mess-plain and simple. He isn't living, just surviving, and even though no seventeen-year-old should feel this way, he can't seem to snap out of it. Frank knows his life is going nowhere, so he wastes his nights away at the local bar, drowning his problems in a drink and hooking up with anyone who looks at him twice. He doesn't care if he is being a slut-Frank just loves sex. He actually feels wanted, even if it's only for an hour or two. But when one thing leads to another, and Frank finds his way into his own teacher's bed, will he finally discover everything he has been looking for, or will it all end in disaster? ~~~ Teacher/Student AU *trigger warning for drinking, self-harm, mental illnesses, depression, etc.*

Dan is different. He's learned to accept that. Well, as best he can anyway, considering he's never really had much of a choice. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, the constant runaround process of trying to feel normal. His life is built around it, trying to trick both himself and everyone he interacts with into seeing him as your average person. The isolation as he desperately tries to keep others from finding out, the bitterness that wells up inside of him each and every time he's reminded that he'll never be like everyone else, the fear that nothing will ever change. He's fated to be this way forever; a misfit from society. Isolation can only go so far though, so when he's struggling to make ends meet and he's faced with the option of looking into a serious job or taking on a roommate, he opts for what seems like the easier option at the time. It doesn't seem so easy ten failed roommates into the process, or when he sits down at a table to meet with prospect number eleven and ends up with a coffee spilled all over his lap. Potential roommate number eleven, Phil, turns out to be an insufferable optimistic ball of sunshine that Dan wants nothing to do with. His options are running out though, as are the savings he's been using to pay his rent, so he finds himself begrudgingly agreeing to let the other man move in. Neither of them have any way of knowing just what they've gotten themselves into as they shake on the matter, but time will tell.

Harry isn't gay, Louis' just quite beautiful. Or maybe that's just a pathetic excuse for the truth, as Harry finds his life comprised largely of pathetic excuses in all kinds of places, and even to the extent that he has come to expect it, but whatever he could never have expected was the feelings coming over him in presence of local twink and renowned gay Louis Tomlinson, and the consequences of that: consequences that found themselves forming in what could only be described as a pathetic excuse for a love letter

Frank Iero makes a comment that he probably shouldn't have and gets stuck in detention with his fiery psychology teacher, Mr. Way.

Frank has been in love with tagging since he was thirteen, and although some people would call it a crime, Frank thinks its art. After getting in trouble for tagging a man's shop, he makes it his job to annoy this guy as much as possible, but it turns out impossible not to catch feelings. Despite this, Frank doesn't think he can fall for someone who isn't as passionate about art as he is... And then comes in Red Venom.

Sequel to Tell Me I'm an Angel: Frank Iero's life is borderline perfect: he has an amazing husband, his dream job, and he is truly happy, except for the nagging feeling that he can never quite shake that he is supposed to be doing something else-something important. When strange events begin to happen around the globe, Frank is visited by a pair of forgotten friends, and he regains the memories that were wiped from his mind all those years ago. Frank finds himself faced with an impossible choice: live out whatever time the world has left with Gerard, or risk everything to stop this new threat, but potentially lose his life, or even worse-Gerard's-in the process. ~~~ *trigger warning for violent scenes* Completed