50 Thoughts That Scare Me. What are they? Smut warning: No smut Boy x Boy- Frerard For questions about translation DM me on Wattpad or @bekahgrace99 on Instagram

Frank is a being sold as a pet and slave. His new master is not what he thought he would be like. Read to find out what happens to this beautiful Neko (2017 update.) Sorry I've been writing this since 2015 and I'm done.

Gerard draws dicks for a living. Frank takes them. Gerard Way moves into a new apartment in a dodgy complex where he's bound to get beaten to a pulp after his old place is set on fire by those damned 'youths', and by a certain turn of events, his neighbour, the equally provocative, yet entirely in a different way, Frank Iero, ends up in his bed, and then, everything just really goes to shit.

Frank Iero has been picked on everyday in and out of school since he first came in seventh grade. He gets called all the same insults that he did in Maine before he moved. 'Faggot' 'Retard' 'Sinner' it never changes, and neither does he. But.... What if his bully does? !!!!Trigger Warning!!!! Contains self harm and suicide attempts!!!!

This calls for us to live a little

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

((Basically this is one big messy gay bandom AU, features just about every ship in the emo trinity and a few more)) Frank is the only gay guy he knows, stuck in the rather restricting and conservative world of Catholic school with his two best friends and their Catholic upbringings, where his daily adrenaline hits come from smoking behind the art block with Jamia, who he reckons is on her path to being the next Lindsay Lohan. But then, things really do change, because perhaps Jamia's matchmaking abilities aren't quite as shitty as Frank reckons, and perhaps this 'social gathering' he's dragged along to, does have some benefit to him after all. And perhaps, Frank will draw a face to the name of Gerard - Mikey's older brother, who really despite living in the same town, is worlds away from the reality Frank's stuck in. And on the subject of the unlikely, will Mikey ever finally figure out that Alicia Simmons really doesn't give a fuck about croquet?

"What is it that actually cured him, Doctor Iero?" A voice asked, causing my breath to hitch. The question had caught me off guard. Why? Because I didn't fully understand the answer myself. I took a deep breath before replying. "Love." I stated quietly before clearing my throat and repeating myself, louder this time, "Love is what cured him." ******** For years, Gerard has been locked away in Desolation Row, the mental asylum for those beyond crazy-- for good reason too. Gerard's haunted by the demons of his past: forming as voices in his head and hallucinations, which leaves him sometimes confused to what's dream and what's reality. They're both nightmares to him. That is until a new doctor is assigned to him, to hopefully break Gerard from his seemingly incurable trance. The worlds best doctors had tried to battle their ways into Gerards mind, yet to no avail. But still, the new doctors' hazel eyes and therapeutic voice has Gerard intrigued. No one can understand Gerards' new fascination with the man: not even Gerard. Although, Gerards' mind still torments him with the fact that 'Doctor Iero' may be only a figment of his imagination-- a reassurance that his mind could take away just as easily as it was made. Despite this, Gerard feels the urge to grow closer to the man who had miraculously stole the attention of the uncanny mental patient, in the hopes that he can help stop Gerard's tortured mind and his stay at Desolation Row might not be so bad.

[This is the sequel to Tell Me I'm A Bad Man, it's not a necessity to read that first, but you probably should] Frank was under the impression that as soon as he'd graduated and moved to New York with Gerard, everything would be, well, perfect. Though he wasn't completely naïve - he knew that the presence of Gerard's apparently suicidal ex-boyfriend was going to make things difficult, but he didn't know that his intense distrust of the man would start to break down the relationship he'd tried so hard to keep. And then lies upon lies upon lies from everybody start to build, until nobody's sure of the truth anymore. Six months isn't long, but it's enough. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sexual content, may be triggering for some individuals]