Frank Iero is a typical loner. The oddball of school who wears skeleton gloves everyday and tons of band shirts. He has two friends, Bob Bryar and Ray Toro. Him and his classmates don't get along. They happen to use Frank as their punching bag of glorified short person. But the town isn't all that everyone thinks it is, a small village like town. There's two paths that Frank can take to school, the pavement or the path hardly used through the woods. Which path would you take if you heard a crazy escaped convict was sighted in town near those woods. If you're Frank Iero, then you're most likely to take the wooded path anyway.

Gerard is a single parent now, finally matching paces with his best friend, Frank, who is also a single parent. Lindsey and Gerard aren't worse off than Jamia and Frank, and maybe Gerard's thankful for that. He's also thankful for Frank, who's always there for him. *I don't own anything except the plot and my own made up characters* Yayuh [some trigger warnings]

"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."

SEQUEL TO "BEHIND THOSE MASKED EYES" Gerard and Frank are sent to Stone Prison. But something life changing and deadly happens to Gerard that leaves him on his deathbed. Frank has never been in prison, and You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison...so he has a rough time, but Gerard is there to protect him, but what if its so bad that Gerard can't?

Frank and Gerard weren't dating. They were just friends who held hands and said 'I love you' and fell asleep curled around each other in ridiculous blanket-forts in Gerard's basement sometimes. Besides, nobody questioned Frank and Gerard's mutual, sort-of-in-love-ness. And nobody needed to. It was just who they were.

Frank Iero was given two options by his parents: go to juvie or move to England to live with his heavily-catholic relatives. He chose the second, seeing it as a challenge as to how long his aunt and uncle would be able to put up with his troublemaking ass. Maybe he would've chosen Juvie if he realised just what was waiting for him over the Atlantic ocean, in the form of a hot priest who seemed to be so far in the closet he could've been in Narnia. Frank had always loved to cause a shitstorm, but this was on a whole new level. Rated R for sexual themes/scenes and strong language General disclaimer: There are a fair few aspects of this that are not factually accurate when it comes to the church so please bear with me on that!

HIGHEST RANKING WAS #1 IN FERARD "I've seen you at school... you have autism, right?" Ha. Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm the kid with autism or maybe I'm that kid that got sent to rehab, did drugs, or had sex at the age of 13. But I'm only one of those. "Frank, right?" I did a stiff nod, slowly looked over at him and said, "the kid with autism." ×××completed//there are probably a few spelling and grammer errors, i wrote this when i was 12, it's my first frerard pls feel free to hate×××

The words were spiteful, but the kiss was real. Valentine's day standalone 2015.