in a world where your moods are visible above your head, displayed through pictures and icons, it's impossible to hide your true feelings. however dan howell seems to be lacking this. labelled as an emotionless freak, dan is outcasted because his moods are never visible. that is, until an endlessly happy boy named phil wonders why.

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

Vegas, great place, nice weekend in the world famous Las Vegas, what more could you want? Frank plans to spend a busy weekend away in Las Vegas, gambling, drinking and getting laid. Easy really, gamble, get pissed, get laid. One thing everyone forgot to tell him, it's easy to get carried away. The biggest rule: Don't drink too much, you might land a little more than your bargined for; like a husband? Marriage turns out to be a lot harder to end than Frank had thought - his parents had done it pretty easily - especially when his husband wants to avoid divorce at all costs. Everything he once knew is changed when he's married to an artist, two people really couldn't be quite as different. But is being different a bad thing? Is being married as bad as Frank had originally thought? Possible smut, probable trigger warnings and drug abuse, definite alcoholism.

Frank and Gerard have had their fair share of ups and downs, it was a long road but they made it. They made it to marriage anyway, they thought the bumps and potholes were over. Now married and both working as teachers at Belleville High, Gerard and Frank are a few years into marriage, everything so blissful and perfect, what could possibly go wrong? Secrets aren't always best kept secret and the truth, well it isn't always what you want to hear. Frank wants everything out in the open, he wants a few tiny things to change, but sometimes removing one tiny pebble makes a landslide. They have kids to look after, careers to hold together and a relationship to keep alive and stable, it's easy. But when they said, 'til death do us part,' did they really mean it? Or were the millions of 'I love you' shared all just something to say? SMUT AND TRIGGER WARNINGS! Alcohol abuse, self harm and definite smut. Cover by @thedeadlypsychic

Sequel, to My Illegal Romance. Frerard, smut and stuff, some chapters are/will be private so you will need to follow me to read some chapters, I'm really sorry about that, but yeah you'll need to follow me to read the really smutty stuff (like Frank strip teasing - you wouldn't wanna miss it now would you?) My descriptions are always so bad, so I'm simply going to say this is sequel to My illegal romance, but it's very different and I'm not actually sure what's going to happen in it yet, it's just gonna happen when it happens so...yeah. SEQUEL OUT NOW - My Way Home Is Through You

DISCLAIMER - This is really poorly written, is unrealistic and the characters are shit because I wrote it when I was 14. If you want a decent story read drowning lessons :) After being expelled from every other school in the area, Frank is forced to join the only high school left - Belleville High. He has one last chance to get high school right, stay out of trouble, get good grades and actually graduate, he's off to a great start...until day one. New school, new friends, new plans, new goals. Unlike his parents would like, his goals for the year however are far from getting good grades, unless getting 'the D' counts as a good grade. Art probably wasn't a good subject to pick, especially as Frank is immediatley attracted to his art teacher, a Mr Way. The fact that it's illegal doesn't change anything, Frank's goal was to get into his teachers pants, legal or not. But of course after being unable to hold back it doesn't affect Gerard either, in fact the risk of being caught is half the fun, but is it love or is it just fucking? WARNING - Smut, trigger warning and alcohol abuse.

Frank Iero, 17 years old, gets injuries randomly, out of the blue. He doesn't do them to himself and no one does them to him, that he knows of. He doesn't know why it happens, how it happens, and who or what is doing it to him. After a bad accident he's determined to find out what is happening, but is quite surprised by the source of his wounds.

Disclaimer: I believe this story is too poorly put together to enter into the wattys. I'm sorry -- Neighbor au-- Disclaimer: ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO RICK RIORDEN! I DID NOT COME UP WITH ANY OF THEM! WARNING: Depression, Triggers, Bullying, Swearing, angst. You have been warned. I bid you a welcome to: A Solangelo Fan fiction -- This story is finished, but also really crappy, so. I'm sorry