Frank has been in love with tagging since he was thirteen, and although some people would call it a crime, Frank thinks its art. After getting in trouble for tagging a man's shop, he makes it his job to annoy this guy as much as possible, but it turns out impossible not to catch feelings. Despite this, Frank doesn't t...
So, this is based on an anime called "Sensitive Pornograph" (no I'm not a creep). I decided to turn it into a Frerard to try and overcome my writing block, and hopefully that'd work. Thanks for reading :)
Frank Iero liked to prove people wrong, he proved his family wrong by going to college, he proved his professors wrong by finishing it- but he has never been able to prove himself wrong. So when he is offered a job to get him off the streets and out of the gutter he says 'Why not?' but will his closed off attitude cla...
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...
"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PEOPLE ON THIS FANFIC, I only own the characters and the story.
Gerard had no clue how this rude ass hoe found his Kik. But Gerard didn't really care
Gray. That's all Gerard saw. He hated the gray. All he wants is to see the colors his grandmother and grandfather taught him and his brother as they grew up. He knows everything about them, he just needs to see them. But what happens when he finally sees them?
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...
Frank Iero is a mess-plain and simple. He isn't living, just surviving, and even though no seventeen-year-old should feel this way, he can't seem to snap out of it. Frank knows his life is going nowhere, so he wastes his nights away at the local bar, drowning his problems in a drink and hooking up with anyone who lo...
