Zombie fic. Mildly disturbing. Extremely cruel.
When we were kids, Ryan had always loved the month of June. He was your typical 10 year old boy, eager to get away from those long days of school, the bitchy teachers who'd take a gold star away if...
[Frerard] They're not fucking. They can't be. That moaning's just a trick, right?...Right... ADULT CONTENT HUZZAH.
“It wasn’t exactly a love triangle. It was closer to a love...gazillionogon.” Crazy Bert Alert!
From a sobbing son, to his mother. [[One-shot]] Take a look...
[Two-shot, and Rydon of course] Now when Ryan said this, he had expected to be slapped, maybe, for being so mean. Or to hear a shrill remark of his own thrown back at him, insisting him that Brend...
This isn't love, it's just mindless f**king.
Basically an email conversation between Gerard and Frank, stretching across a span of 11 days. [[FRERARD]]
“Fwankie! Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey! I was tellin’ you bye and you w-was dreaming!” That's when she delivered another hit to my leg, getting scarily close to my groin. (Frerard)
A short story about the bride of Death. Something I just decided to write when I was half awake and half asleep...Some gore.
I don't have a boyfriend. I have a Frank.
Two boys, too many problems and one hope; each other. Short FRERARD one-shot. Read, review, rate and feel my love! :P
Sooner or later, I had to see.
I was feeling kind of down last night, so I wrote this to distract myself. Eh. You guys can have it.
(Rated for language) Just a small one shot to give a sort of abstract view on the things happening on this site recently. Just as a therapeutic thing for myself: Frank is angry, but Gerard doesn't ...
Oneshot. Gerard knew from the moment he heard the second explosion, that he was going to die.
Scroll ALLLL the way down to see what I've been up to these past few days ^.^
For everyone who's lost someone they hadn't met. For everyone who's been lost. Mikeys_glasses, if you're still reading posts...
One shouldn't be allowed to be that pretty. No. I wouldn't allow it.
"I don't see it as that odd." said the plastic heart eater. "See, the way I figure it, we down who's to go, judge it ourselves." "kind of like god?" "Yeah, exactly, kiddo, you're alright."
(Short drabble - one shot) Gerard used to think he was Peter Pan. Frank is still a lost boy.
In the back of my mind, there was something screaming that this was wrong in every possible way. But there was also a voice screaming that I like it. That voice was louder.
Begin at the beginning. Who would've thought?
She's a depressed wreck, and he is her saviour. The bad thing: he's a mentally disturbed killer. Sequel to Jeff the Killer from creepypasta.
“Jesus Christ” Frank swears. Gerard gives him a look, disappointed and sad, from the corner of his eye,“You shouldn’t take the Lord’s name in vain, Frank” he says. Important note inside.
Gerard found salvation with his Stars, and Frank was the perfect Catholic. When light and dark collide what should have been simply sex becomes something much more, that neither could expect.
Frerard (suck on that) Frank and Gerard have a bumpy start, Gerard being the plastic boy he is... but perhaps Gerard is a brighter crayon than he pretends. (Title is deliberate)
Some of my poetry. Chaptered so you can add to alerts.
Gerard is an escaped convict on the run. Frank is a perfect straight-A student. Gerard desperately longs for normality. Frank secretly longs for adventure. And then their two worlds start to mingle…
Rydon. Brendon is dead. Ryan is alive. Can love still conquer all?
Frank has been acting strange lately, everyone has noticed. But no one believed it would go this far. * COMPLETE *
Whatever happens, don't panic. Keep calm, and fight on.
I used to be a normal teenage boy, well maybe not 'normal.' But at least I used to have a normal life. That was, until my family left me.
With a gun in his hand and the first to do time, the first of the gang to die.