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  • Iero-Ween by bluebuggs
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    It's Frank's birthday, and Gerard accidentally makes it better than they planned.
  • By Reason of Insanity (Petekey, Frerard) by MCRmyKilljoy13
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    Book FOUR of the Reasons series! 1. Ten Reasons 2. Just Give me a Reason 3. Adjustments 4. By Reason of Insanity WARNING: reading the description of this story MAY spoil other books in the series. I highly recommend reading the others before you read this one! Frank's POV: I was in the nursery with Jamia while she worked on feeding the twins. Melody was playing in the corner with some dolls. Jamia and I were talking a little before there was a knock at the front door. Gerard called out saying he'd get it as the door opened a few seconds later. "Here, you take Melody and go hang out with Gerard for a little bit. I'll finish up with the twins and put them down for a nap." Jamia said. I nodded and called Melody over before picking her up and taking her out of the room, closing the door quietly, and walking down the stairs. "Hey Gee, who's here-" I asked, but froze once I saw Mikey standing at the door, his face was red and blotchy and his eyes were wide with tears. "I dumped Pete." he whispered.
  • [ENG] The Jerk and The Asshole by Stray_Ashes
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    I hated Gerard Way. And I'm not just saying it. I truly hated him. You know, that kind of hatred - pure and irreversible - that nestles in your chest and makes it rot slowly? Yeah, that. If hatred were an organ, it would look like one of those horrible, shriveled, smoke-eaten lungs... even a bit more ugly, maybe. And if I hadn't had eighteen years of memories to rely on, I wouldn't even have been so sure why I hated him so much... There weren't many people able to hate Gerard Way, after all. Even if he was wrong or in fault, people couldn't blame him for too long or feel resentment toward him, for some reasons. But then there was me. The exception - not very exceptional. The one who was different - as always. Because I did know Gerard in person, and yet I hated him. Nonetheless, they always say how hate sometimes tastes a lot like love... _______________________ This is the first time I properly write something in english, so... yeah. Please, read the notes! _Ashes