~AU~ Set in the 1960's~ <Basically this fic is set in an alternate 1960's, where race is not an issue- but sexual orientation is. Just if there's any confusion> Frank Iero, is a struggling musician dealing with the rejection from his family, as well as his recent personal discovery. He meets Gerard Way, a writer under a pseudonym- with a great taste in suits, and a deep secret to tell. He's struggled just as much as Frank, but he's used to bottling it up. The enter into a life-changing situation, one that they know is worth fighting for. One worth dying for...

{Completed} Frank Iero is as far from normal as possible. Like, very fucking far from normal. He has a problem, and that problem is in between his legs. It's not that Frank has a small dick, or a large one, (which would've been nice, trust me) he just has nothing dangling between his legs. He has a vagina. Frank is trans, and no, it's not very eventful. Just the dick jokes now and then that he cracks about not actually HAVING a dick, and the fact that if you're an asshole he can take off his fake one and slap you with it. But damn, there's a kid in his class named - what, Gee? Gerard? He's cute. And Frank might be homo. Very homo. But does that make his straight or gay? He likes Gerard in a no-homo way. No homo. Until one day it snows, and fuck, Gerard was outside freezing half to death. And Frank tries and fails to be friends with him. But he likes a challenge.

Everything changed in one day. Marlow was once an ordinary girl who worked as a servant to a rich yet abusive man. But the day she killed her master was also the day she became a carnivorous monster. The day that she became Changeling. Things were starting to look up. Marlow had a nice place, a new family, and the freedom to do whatever she wanted when she wanted to do it. But then she discovers that her family aren't the only beasts that roam the woods. I do not own the Creepypasta characters. I only own my OC's.

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Change for Sam was strange. He never really experienced it. But that all lead to a sudden and drastic need for change. And that is exactly what he received.

Frank Iero liked to prove people wrong, he proved his family wrong by going to college, he proved his professors wrong by finishing it- but he has never been able to prove himself wrong. So when he is offered a job to get him off the streets and out of the gutter he says 'Why not?' but will his closed off attitude clash with his boss? Gerard Way is an artist, the type of artist that is introvert and a coffee addict, an artist that lives and breathes his passion. But now he is lost in a world of black, he hates being poked and pushed by doctors and he had given up all hope of ever getting out of the consuming void he finds himself in. But with a new person in his life will he begin to see things a little more brighter, or will he be left broken hearted?

They didn't expect everything to go perfectly on their new series trip to a Tennessee abandoned prison. But what they did expect is to be able to leave if they needed to. Now they're trapped, both inside the building and in time. *Third book in the asylum series, book one is The Asylum and book two is The House* *IF YOU HAVENT READ THE OTHER BOOKS: you can still read this one! start on chapter 26. there will be some references you won't get, but the book will still make sense. all you need to know is that the main character's name is vanessa & she's dating colby*

Gerard Way, the saddest sap at Belleville High School, is caught crying in the bathroom stall by the one and only Frank Iero. It's then, in the ever horrid high school bathroom, that an unlikely match is made.

Gerard Way was nothing short of an idiotic imbecile, and Frank Iero was the definition of punk rock. ↓ "You said I couldn't punch anyone. You never said anything about kicking." "Oh my fucking God-" - - cocky!punk!frank | idiot!pastel!gerard [SOME CHAPTERS ARE POORLY EDITED IM SORRY]

It's 2018 and people think that the apocalypse has ended. Where cities, homes, businesses and humble towns once stood, now there lies only death, only destruction, only emptiness. Only the moans and the shuffles of the living dead. But in reality, it's only just begun. And for two lonely boys, once separated from each other by dead-town states and not even aware of each other's existence, it's far from being over. It's not about saving the world. It's about saving themselves. ----------------------------------