Frank was an idiot. He accidentally stole a dog. So Frank decides that he would ask his neighbour, Gerard, for help. Although, they've never talked. After befriending him, much to Gerard's annoyance, Frank realizes he really likes him. But a lot of awkward things and stupid choices on Frank's part could really jeopardize their friendship, or relationship...

I'll stop when I'm beautiful, Frank Iero says, but that's before he sees something beautiful. Trapped in a center for kids with self esteem issues, he meets a kid named Gerard who may be the answer to his problems.

"There was something so awfully strange about him that I don't think I could put it into words if I tried. He was so distant, so out of touch with the world around him. He could stare at something, and stare for hours, but never really see it. It was like he wasn't living in the same world as me. If I saw something solid and definite, to Gerard that something would simply be present in his vision but, somehow, not there at all. It was as if he lived in a state of continuous dream, like everything around him was solid but malleable under his palms if he needed it to be." -Frank, The Ghost Room.

Gerard found love in the form of vodka bottles and pill bottles and staying up too late with strangers. Frank found hope in the boy with messy black hair and who smelled like whiskey. And something went right when the two met.

One gun. One night. One man. One blow to the back of his head. Frank Iero's life is about to change in ways he never thought possible.

in which frank is a reckless asexual druggie

To Frank, it felt like every thing he did needed to be perfect. He needed to be perfect. Everything had an order, and a way to do it, and it needed to stay in that order and be done that way. Everything in his life needed to be the best it possibly could be, he would not, he could not settle for less... He really didn't know about a lot of things, but one thing he will know, is that life is a wild ride from start to finish. It doesn't really matter if you find the answers you were looking for or not.

The misadventures of a confused Gerard and the boy he'S TOTALLY NOT IN LOVE WITH ꙰ ꙰ ꙰ ꙰ ꙰ AN attempt at humour, but filled with that juicy angst, pining and self depreciation ~!!

Set in a world where MCR never happened. Gerard Way is a comic writer and artist, and tends to spend most of his free time in his favourite coffee shop, listening to his music and sketching out new ideas. One day, a tattooed stranger catches his eye. Disclaimer: This story IS NOT mine (although I did make the v shitty cover) and this is just a repost. I'm not posting this to pretend like it's mine, I reposted this because it's such a good story and it's not on Wattpad, so I thought I should share it. (Although it is a bit old) Also apparently the author has mysteriously disappeared from the site they were originally posting on, so if you have any information about that please contact me, but this is the only fic that I have. All credit goes to the original author of this story. Who was littleblackghost on ao3 (?) I think.. --If you are the creator and you wish for this to be removed, please contact me and I will so-- P.S. Sorry for the really short chapters... This story originally had no chapters, just like a normal book (I guess) but I wanted this story to have chapters even though it's really short in the first place! And sorry it's badly separated Idk what I'm doing Imma noob don't hurt me

"God, Gerard," he moaned, "Are you that oblivious?" Frank watched him nod with a shrug. He rolled his eyes and continued nonetheless, "I really like you. I just wanna be fucking normal!" He huffed rubbing his eyes, "I wanna do stuff that I would do if we were normal. Like fucking romance shit. Like holding hands on the roof and looking at stars. Or sing to my Pandora station while we clean parts of the church before Sunday. Or make out in the back of my car and listen to my favorite songs. And god I would kill to dance in the rain with you and not have to worry about anything. No vampire shit. No age gap. No fucking rumors. You know that half of this goddamn town knows about my love life?" He removed his hands from his eyes to stare at Gerard who was staring back intensely, "It sucks. Everything sucks. My fucking life sucks." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of gore, mentions of loss, mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH