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The Forest (frerard, boyxboy, SLENDERMAN!)

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Parts 9
Time 1h 18m

RitalinDisturbance

boyxboy frank frerard gerard slenderman

My routine was so boring and normal, yet so painful and depressing, because normalness leads to sadness. Can you imagine? Living the same day over and over, with no change at all. Everything is 'normal', and everyone is so fucking 'normal'.You get bored, which causes you to think, which causes you to get sad, and be lead on the way of depression. That's what happens if every day is the same.
  That's why I never want to be normal.
  But I had a change in my life, and that change was the mysterious Gerard, who somehow made me feel like I was living and not just surviving. 
  And I wanted him to call me, I really did.All Rights Reserved

boyxboy frank frerard gerard slenderman

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The Father, The Son, and The Nightmares In Between by gerardsjuarez

"God, Gerard," he moaned, "Are you that oblivious?" Frank watched him nod with a shrug. He rolled his eyes and continued nonetheless, "I really like you. I just wanna be fucking normal!" He huffed rubbing his eyes, "I wanna do stuff that I would do if we were normal. Like fucking romance shit. Like holding hands on the roof and looking at stars. Or sing to my Pandora station while we clean parts of the church before Sunday. Or make out in the back of my car and listen to my favorite songs. And god I would kill to dance in the rain with you and not have to worry about anything. No vampire shit. No age gap. No fucking rumors. You know that half of this goddamn town knows about my love life?" He removed his hands from his eyes to stare at Gerard who was staring back intensely, "It sucks. Everything sucks. My fucking life sucks." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of gore, mentions of loss, mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

Parallel Delusions by Frankieoreo83

I waited. I waited for so long to get the truth. The truth about me and who I was. It appeared in the body of a blessing, or a curse? Who knows? After some time, all I wanted to figure out was what was real and what wasn't. I was confused. To the point where I didn't know if the world was even real, or that I was just another crazy kid with delusions. My dear truth, I just want to tell you, that I love you so much, so much that I hope...

Wintertime (Frerard, Sequel to Summertime) by babyspiders

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)

You Make Me Sane by theMoodyPoet22

"Sometimes you just know. You just know when you belong with someone. Maybe it's how perfectly you seem to match your imperfect parts. Maybe it's the feeling of being sane for the first time in your entire insane life. Maybe it's all the moments you've spent together, all the smiles you've shared, and all the maniac laughs in the dead of night. Maybe you've known each other for years, or maybe you only met twenty-four hours ago. And maybe it wasn't all laughs and smiles you shared, maybe it was pain and troubled horrible thoughts. But sometimes, you just know. That for some reason, some strange terrifying reason, you just work. It's truly terrifying to find someone who fits you so completely. But who cares? When we are stupid, reckless, troubled kids in love."

wink | frerard | ✔️ by rebarat

It all started with a wink in the stupid movie theatre. And then suddenly, for the first time in six months, Frank is going out on a real date with someone. But of course, there's a certain ex-boyfriend of his that has to come and ruin whatever happiness he's finally achieved for himself. And oh boy, does he ruin it. //started aug 17, 2019// \\finished sep 8, 2019\\ #1 in Iero (september 2019) #622 in Way (august 2020) (I promise you won't walk away crying maybe)

The Boy On The Beach - frєrαrd [Completed] by eat-a-butt-jurard

It's not like I asked for this. I didn't ask. I didn't want this. But now there's nothing in this world that I could want more. Him, next to me. Smiling. Us sitting next to each other. Holding hands. Kissing. Hugging. Everything. Frank; a depressed kid with problems no one could imagine. And a desire to die. Gerard; another depressed kid who doesn't want life anymore. 3:39 am. Gerard finds Frank passed out on the beach. 5:24 am. Frank wakes up in his room with no memory of two hours before. 6:12 am. Mikey, Gerard's brother, sits in his brother's room, talking about the boy Gerard found on the beach. 9:52 am. Gerard wonders about the boy on the beach. 10:43 am. Frank wonders why he's still alive. 12:37 pm. Mikey wonders why his friend, Frank, is acting so weird. 2:19 pm. Gerard leaves the house and goes to the beach, where he found the boy. 3:49 pm. Frank realises someone found him. 5:26 pm. Mikey wants to know what the fuck is going on with the two important people in his life. Disclaimer: I only own characters that I have made up, all others I do not own, even though sometimes I wish I did. Cover made by a most wonderful person, BeatusQuinnOfficial (c) eat-a-butt-jurard

Endlessly, I'll Be Gone (Frerard) by sinisteroceans

After the death of someone truly important to him, Gerard is left lonely and depressed, wondering whether or not it's worth it to keep living. One day however, Gerard meets Frank, who happens to fall out of a tree while Gerard is walking to school and nearly crushes him. The two get along quite well, even though their personalities are practically exact opposites. As time passes by, Frank begins to learn more about Gerard and what he's going through, but will he be able to save him in time? *Warning: Contains mentions of suicide*

Here's to Heaven ~ Frerard by ellisthehumanperson

This wasn't how it was supposed to end. This wasn't the simple nothing that Gerard had planned to slip into. No, this was everything. Every memory, every person, every smile and every sob, all concocted into a twisted form of torture that plagued him to no end. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide, self harm, death, religion, just general sadness.

Ripped Away by unwavered

"He was the best part of me, you know? He was so much more than I deserved. And he was real. He was so real it's insane. How do you go from having something so amazing, to having nothing?" ***Note: I wrote this story a while ago so the quality isn't as strong as it could be. I'm currently going through and fixing what I can. So if you get to a point where the quality changes, that's why.

Echo of the Past by KiyuMiyuu

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"God, Gerard," he moaned, "Are you that oblivious?" Frank watched him nod with a shrug. He rolled his eyes and continued nonetheless, "I really like you. I just wanna be fucking normal!" He huffed rubbing his eyes, "I wanna do stuff that I would do if we were normal. Like fucking romance shit. Like holding hands on the roof and looking at stars. Or sing to my Pandora station while we clean parts of the church before Sunday. Or make out in the back of my car and listen to my favorite songs. And god I would kill to dance in the rain with you and not have to worry about anything. No vampire shit. No age gap. No fucking rumors. You know that half of this goddamn town knows about my love life?" He removed his hands from his eyes to stare at Gerard who was staring back intensely, "It sucks. Everything sucks. My fucking life sucks." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of gore, mentions of loss, mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH