Party Poison and Fun Ghoul enjoy a night out on the town. Party quickly lives up to his name and is wasted almost upon entering the place. Ghoul annoyed tried to keep his feelings hidden. Will his feelings be branded across his chest or will Fun Ghoul be able to bottle them up inside for another night? 1920's Frerard AU, heavy with 20's slang. Contains smut. But there will also be a clean chapter as I wrote this for college assignment, both will be posted with descriptions in the title. Completed. Bottom Frank Top Gee

These are just gonna be some random smut one-shots from my head. It won't be a full blown story, I may or may not ask for ideas sometimes. This will only be Frank and Gerard, unless I want to throw in some kinky shit and put someone else with them. If you can not handle gay book sex then you shouldn't read this and you can't be my friend. Okay, that is all.

You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly

Dear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All credits belong to their respective owners.

an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16

I know that a lot of my readers are in the LGBTQ+ community, like me. I wanted to get personal and share a little bit of my story, in order to help you with yours. I'm not leaving out anything, because all of this is my journey of trying to live with myself. Feel free to comment and let me know any topics/things that you want or need me to discuss. I'll discuss anything. "I didn't come for a fight but I will fight 'till the end."

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.

[This is the sequel to Tell Me I'm A Bad Man, it's not a necessity to read that first, but you probably should] Frank was under the impression that as soon as he'd graduated and moved to New York with Gerard, everything would be, well, perfect. Though he wasn't completely naïve - he knew that the presence of Gerard's apparently suicidal ex-boyfriend was going to make things difficult, but he didn't know that his intense distrust of the man would start to break down the relationship he'd tried so hard to keep. And then lies upon lies upon lies from everybody start to build, until nobody's sure of the truth anymore. Six months isn't long, but it's enough. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sexual content, may be triggering for some individuals]

Poetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles

A book for giving advice and explaining different aspects of the LGBT+ community. I try to update whenever possible, so please forgive me for long points of time between chapters.