Poem I had to do for class...clearly Danger Days; basically Frerard poem; my history teacher didn't know that though c;

"Ethan." Aiden pauses. "I want you." He softly bites my ear. "I want to kiss you more than you will ever know." Trying to avoid the daily beatings of the school bully can be challenging. But what happens if the schools bully has a crush on you?

Some fluffy Frerard oneshots and occasional smut I promise the more recent stories are a lot better than the first ones.

Very scientifical facts including pictures, quotes, and other shit #gerardtops2k4ever

Some of these aren't completed and some of them have just been started but these are some of the best Frerard fanfics I've ever read (not in order)

[completed] philly: who's this? danhowell: your future husband ; copyright © 2016 //highest ranking: #4

Gerard Way is a virgin. A pathetic, gay, red-haired little virgin. But he was okay with that. People in school avoided him, hell, they didn't even know who he was, and that was how it was. Until a good 'friend' of Gerard's started a rumor. A rumor that was bound to destroy everything Gerard had come to know, and even a little more in the process. Nothing good could come out of this situation, or so Gerard thought. But a certain boy with converse and a lip piercing would beg to differ. (Ok I suck at writing intros. The story will be better, I promise...)

hey pals this is where I'm gonna dump my art that no one actually cares about lol there's gonna be some nsfw so brace yourselves (yes the cover is mine)

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)

title says all basically. book where ill post rants, how to write shitty fanfiction, stuff i feel like sharing and just a lot of crap basically. this is for people who wants to get to know me better i guess ??? WARNING: if youre looking for funny content, you won't find it here, trust me