𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳╰☆╮ ❝you're my favorite character and i know how the movies end, but i wanna fix it!❞ ...𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 a teenage fangirl wakes up in an alternate reality where the marvel cinematic universe is real 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! contains spoilers for marvel movies & marvel's agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. marvel cinematic universe x oc 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 started 6.15.19.

Gerard Way is a deaf teenager from Belleville, New Jersey. While he works on getting through school, he finds himself stuck with a new sign language translator named Frank Iero. Gerard likes Frank a lot, and subconsciously works to try and impress him. As their relationship grows, Gerard comes closer to finding a secret that he knows Frank is hiding from him. Will he ever find out what it is? (IMPORTANT NOTICE: I would just like to point out that this story may be a little inaccurate. I myself am not deaf and don't particularly know any deaf people, so I am unaware as to whether certain words or anything else are actually in sign language. Also, I must stress that EVERYTHING in this story that is in speech marks is in fact signed, not spoken. If anything is spoken, it will be written as though Gerard does not know what is being said. Thank you.)

When Tony Stark was told he had a daughter- he believed he could handle it. He couldn't. Instead Dahlia is raised by his assistant and ignored by her father. But when Tony disappears what will happen to Dahlia? How far is she willing to go for him? What will happen when he returns? Can he get his daughter to forgive him before it's too late?

"Rule number five, whatever happens inside the circle, stays inside the circle, got it?" In which Gerard is an innocent 17 year old who is threatened and turned on by the punk fuckboy he's never talked to. Until the punk fuckboy invites Lindsey Ballato to play a game of the all so famous truth or dare at a party she happened to force Gerard to come to, and that Frank Iero happened to throw. WARNING: WILL BE SMUTTY

As the son of Satan, Gerard believed that his life had many perks. Until... As a punishment for his usual uncooperative ways, his father sends him to live on earth- to live out his sentence as a high school student. Much to Gerard's distaste. ~>•<~ Frank is your everyday popular pupil. He is well-liked, and appreciated amongst almost everyone. His friends adore him- not to mention most of the female population of the school. But, he doesn't care for that. He cares for his own happiness, his quickly dwindling happiness. Until a red-haired, sarcastic addition to his life changes everything. Frank is infatuated with this new addition, and can't help but fall into a spiral of addiction, hatred and love- all for the same person. Gerard adores his ability to control him, to have him there in the click of his fingers. (Lots of smut as the story goes onnnnnn)

Screw the fluffy cute crap and let's get straight to the point; Pregnancy sucks. And it's only worse when you're a man. Frank finds himself at the party of the year with the guy of his dreams. After only one night, Frank finds himself falling hard for Zacky, and it seems like Zacky feels the same way, until Frank's friends jokingly convince him to take a pregnancy test... That turns out positive. Frank can't be pregnant though-- He's a boy! Suddenly, Frank's life is turned upside down, becoming the center of attention when everyone wants to know the same thing; How does a teenage boy become pregnant? Governmental testing, news vans parked on his lawn, an apathetic boyfriend, and morning sickness seem to all become overwhelming and Frank only has one person he can turn to. His best friend, Mikey. But what happens when Mikey's older brother, Gerard, comes into the picture? Can he help save Frank, in more ways than one?

Gerard Way hires a new personal assistant, but do things get too personal.

Sad Frerard One Shot

Vegas, great place, nice weekend in the world famous Las Vegas, what more could you want? Frank plans to spend a busy weekend away in Las Vegas, gambling, drinking and getting laid. Easy really, gamble, get pissed, get laid. One thing everyone forgot to tell him, it's easy to get carried away. The biggest rule: Don't drink too much, you might land a little more than your bargined for; like a husband? Marriage turns out to be a lot harder to end than Frank had thought - his parents had done it pretty easily - especially when his husband wants to avoid divorce at all costs. Everything he once knew is changed when he's married to an artist, two people really couldn't be quite as different. But is being different a bad thing? Is being married as bad as Frank had originally thought? Possible smut, probable trigger warnings and drug abuse, definite alcoholism.

Frank is a hopelessly short, hopelessly desperate, and just generally hopeless highschooler, whose only friend is the amazingly tall kid with the 'fro: Ray Toro. School is mundane, school is just, well, school: Lindsey Ballato is a goddess, Pete Wentz is a MySpace whore, and Brendon Urie totally deserved getting kicked in the balls last summer, but then Mikey fucking Way turns up and before Frank knows it he's over at the Way household and swooning over an unfairly hot older brother who has totally just made out with an overly casual Lindsey Ballato. And that's not even to mention Gerard's past and sort of ex-boyfriend Bert McCracken who he kind of did, kind of didn't leave in the old town he and Mikey just moved from, but what is for sure is that Gerard Way can't help but stare at Mikey's sort of best friend, Frank, just a little too much. But Gerard is older and sort of world's away from Frank's league: he's like Lindsey Ballato - unobtainable and godly, and most definitely a member of the elite sex club that Frank reckons Lindsey's involved in. And this elite club of people who've seen Gerard Way naked? Let's say, Frank Iero wants in... to Gerard's pants. However Mikey thinks that it's less of a club and more of a support group.