geebear: ummm who is this? frnk is typing...

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

Those brown eyes stared up into Frank's unwavering gaze. Frank's eyes held no emotion as he twisted the knife, causing the man underneath him to let out a whimper, a warm liquid staining Frank's hand.

This is all you'll ever need about FOB in a bible. All praise FOB. creds to Tumblr (Holy Smokes we actually got to #1 in fanfiction) (((I don't care about other bibles and people who ""copied"" me. This isn't trademarked))))

Mike has always had very real feelings for his best friend and fellow band member Tony Perry, but coming out- especially to those you love- is extremely difficult. Will Mike get caught up in his Warped Tour crush on Andy Biersack, or will he keep chasing after Tony? WARNING: Mentions of Rape, Suicide, and Self Harm

my name is dan, not danielle × somewhat based off of the short film boy (HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in fanfiction)

From MCR to FOB to P!ATD now including TØP join me on a magical journey through. -Interview -Funny Crap -Memes

The highly requested second Fall Out Bible is finally here!

"I didn't choose to be gay I just got lucky." Read away you gay emo fucks

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)