Gerard has had a tough life. Drugs and alcohol drove him to the point of mental illness. Now Gerard is over his addiction, the illness almost non-existent, and he's just starting his new life with Frank. What will happen when new people, new tragedies and new questions are thrown into their lives? [there wasn't supposed to be a sequel but it was requested. oh well]

Addicted to drugs and alcohol, Gerard is finding it hard to survive. After one attempt at taking his own life, Frank decides it's time to step in. [first fic. nostalgia everywhere]

Battery City. A slight dystopia with no hope, but maybe even Frank can find a little when his favourite singer stays a while here.

Kellin has fallen in love with Vic. Preciado's jealous. Mike's worried. Tony likes tacos. Read to find out how Kellin and Vic survive in their.. love triangle.

Just another Story about your typical Frerard shit. Nothing special.

Frank Iero goes to a school that would more likely fit the description of prison. He gets bullied for being 'differnt' but when our Gerard comes along it all seems to go smoothly...well...NOT FINISHED YET!

OKAY GUYS Frerard story that I already have published on Deviant Art! Same name! Taking me a LOOOONG time to get anywhere with this considering mum's taken my phone and it's re-written on my phone -.- SORRY GO FOR IT. ;)

"What the hell?!" the stranger said between breaths. When Frank didn't answer, the guy calmed himself down and brushed the hair out of his face. "What were you thinking?" His voice was laced with concern. Frank shrugged his shoulders, not knowing how to respond. Why did this guy care so much? Why didn't he just let him jump off the bridge?

“I’m… I-I I’m sorry…” that’s the only thing I manage to choke out. Nobody ever caught me self harming. “You’re always so fucking sorry Gee. Save it, it doesn’t change anything.” He says and his hand wraps around my arm again. “Can I? Please?” he asks, puppy eying me again. This time, I don’t resist. I let him pull my sleeve up, and see all of the burns. He frowns and looks me in the eyes again. “What am I going to do with you…” he shakes his head and pulls me into a hug. That’s good, I can admit I actually needed it. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.