"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016

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

"You see Frank, the void and me... ...we're old friends."

Gerard is a talented magician, responsible for much of the success of the famous Envision Destiny cruise ship. He's also one of those people. You know, one of those people who just seem to take up all the space they come across with their arrogance and confidence. You wouldn't wanna touch their personality with a 10-foot pole, but still people admire them. That is beyond Frank. Working behind the cruise ship bars and seeing Gerard pretty much every day, he can't understand what's so great about him. Besides, everybody else doesn't have to deal with his snide remarks and rude comments. Because if there's one thing Gerard seems to love, it's the act of constantly pestering Frank. Story credits goes to innocent_wolves on livejournal.com

Frank has done some bad things in his life. Some really bad things. But Gerard, his new cellmate....yeah, he's done worse. Much worse. Frank doesn't know this, though, when they meet- all he sees is a ragged, dark man with dark hair and dark eyes and a bright, golden cross around his neck. And all he knows is that Gerard is the first of his cellmates to refuse the offer he always makes- have sex with him. He's also the first of his cellmates to have gotten out. This is not my fic. This was NOT franksenpai's fic. This fic was originally written by Venne on mibba, which can be found here: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/483749/A-Bullet-Through-a-Flock-of-Doves/

Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

"Rule number five, whatever happens inside the circle, stays inside the circle, got it?" In which Gerard is an innocent 17 year old who is threatened and turned on by the punk fuckboy he's never talked to. Until the punk fuckboy invites Lindsey Ballato to play a game of the all so famous truth or dare at a party she happened to force Gerard to come to, and that Frank Iero happened to throw. WARNING: WILL BE SMUTTY

*'BEST SERIES' WINNER (FANFICTION AWARDS 2017)* FIRST BOOK IN THE 'STAINED' SERIES Meet Phil Lester, a bad boy with blood on his hands. Literally. After one night strikes, Phil turns to a group of serial killers as a distraction and soon he finds himself with a trail of dead bodies at his own fault. Meet Dan Howell, a shy boy with flowers in his hair and nail polish on his fingers. Friendless and full of anxiety, he remains alone, until said serial killer with tattoos and piercings sits right next to him in the same support group. Phil finds himself falling for Dan when his mission is to kill him, and he wants to get close, even if that means spilling the unwanted truth- and a bit of blood. (punk!phil meets pastel!dan) [rated R for language and violence/gore]

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)