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Reader Inserts. You either love them or you hate them. My opinion of Reader Inserts is the same as any other type of fanfiction; if it is well-written and interesting, I will read it. Unfortunately, this is one of the main reasons why some people don't like Reader Inserts, because they are often NOT well-written. And I have seen my fair share of badly written Reader Inserts in my time since I discovered them. That is why I want to lay out these rules on how to write Reader Inserts in a way so that they won't fall horribly flat, whether you're just starting out or have been writing them for a while now. I should point out that some of these t

Reader Inserts. You either love them or you hate them. My opinion of Reader Inserts is the same as any other type of fanfiction; if it is well-written and interesting, I will read it. Unfortunately, this is one of the main reasons why some people don't like Reader Inserts, because they are often NOT well-written. And I have seen my fair share of badly written Reader Inserts in my time since I discovered them. That is why I want to lay out these rules on how to write Reader Inserts in a way so that they won't fall horribly flat, whether you're just starting out or have been writing them for a while now. I should point out that some of these t

Fandom: My Chemical Romance Pairing(s): Frerard(Frank/Gerard) Warnings: Suggestiveness? Word Count: 932 It was early morning and the sun glaring in the the bedroom window had woken up the couple the lay in the bed. Gerard and Frank were both awake, just being there with each other. Not doing anything, just enjoying the moment. Frank was curled up against his boyfriend's side, using his chest as a pillow and Gerard's arm wrapped around the other's waist. "Hey Frank, can I ask your help for an art piece?" Gerard asked absently as he stared at the ceiling. Frank looked at his boyfriend lying beside him "Depends on what you need help with.

1. it's okay to fall in love. i mean, they tell you you're never going to marry your high school sweetheart and i'm not going to tell you it's a lie because it's not. you guys will probably break up and it's gonna hurt like hell but you'll be okay. remember, you are not the only one who has felt loneliness like a knife, the only one to know the pain of lungs collapsing because they were your air, and you will never be the only one who whispered "i love you" two lives too soon. you will not be the last one to have tucked hair behind their ear and leaned in for a kiss or the last one to wake up reaching for a hand that's no longer there. b