Sweet little Frerard song-fic based on the ultimate love song, Risque by Cute is What We Aim For.
High school Frerard. "We were all looking for something," he said, staring into my frightened eyes, "and you helped us find it." And then he kissed me as though we weren't both about to die.
When Frank comes out, his parents kick him out and, devestated, he leaves Gerard. Can Gerard ever get him to come back? Oneshot.
[Adult language warning.] Gerard and Frank miss each other and never moved on. [Frerard, and ignore the title, because it's quite a happy story.]
I'm so sorry [as I'll state about a gazillion times in this note], but FicWad is a bitch and I want everybody to know what's going on.
A terribly mean poem I wrote about my mother. I wish it didn't have to be like this, but it is.
A poem I wrote about vengeance, hatred and misery. Rated for less-than-jovial topics and implied suicide.
Another gushy, pointless Frerard from yours truly.
Fluffy Frerard one-shot. [I was bored.]
Sorry in advance for the spam, but this is getting annoying. So if you like Frerard- or hate it-, please read.
Frerard one-shot. Leathermouth goes on tour during My Chem's break for just long enough to make Gerard realize his true feelings. Fluff.