What if Naruto could escape the hell he has been in for so long? What if Naruto could finally be happy? Even if it meant he's stuck with that damn bastard Sasuke

Frank Iero is the lead man of the infamous gang LeATHERMOUTH and Gerard is just a private eye who is hopelessly in love with him. But Gerard somehow gets in the crosshairs of a gang war unknowningly... He has make a choice. Save himself and his career or go with the man he loves and become a criminal, the very thing he hates. (Cover is by colorfulkilljoy on tumblr)

En el verano de 1974 , Ryan Ross se embarca en un agotador tour del álbum más popular de su banda , que lucha por la altura de la presión y las expectativas de la fama repentina . Mientras él malabarea la disolución de su banda, las mentiras de su mejor amigo y las chicas fugaces, se dirige por un camino peligroso y auto destructivo, permitiéndose a si mismo enamorarse con la única persona que no puede dejarse tener.

Un joven con ansiedad social y otro conocido por ser un dolor constante en el trasero, y un idiota inconsiderado con todo el colegio. Los dos privados de vida social por sus propias razones. Un pequeño dibujo a mitad de clase, mejillas rojas y bolitas de papel es lo único que se necesita para iniciar una conversación o una amistad, quién sabe, podría llegar a ser más que amistad. -No necesitas ser fan para poder leerla.- Fanfiction Frerard. Frank Iero/Gerard Way.- My Chemical Romance Contiene interacción física y verbal entre dos hombres, si no te agrada, por favor, no la leas. ✨ Créditos de portada a itsalyeksiyall ✨

Do not read this unless you have read the main fic and prologue first! Main fic, prologue, then epilogue. In that order. 20 years later and there was still so much that was left unsaid. Until now.

Do not read this unless you have read the main fic first! Everything will make more sense that way. Also, make sure you read this before you read the epilogue. Trust me, everything will make more sense if you read these in that order. Zero reflects on their life and memories before that fateful day.

Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

fluffy/smutty oneshot w married 2015-era stoner frerard.

Little vampire Gerard oneshot. //tw for a little bit of blood. "Unidentifiable bodies weren't too uncommon in the city, so when the body of a boy (estimated to be around nineteen or twenty years old) was brought into Frank, covered in bites, it wasn't too big of a deal for him. He'd been working as a funeral director since he'd gotten out of college, so he was well accustomed to this sort of thing. However, nothing could have prepared him for the moment when he turned around after getting his supplies and found the body sitting up on the table, staring at him."