Frank has everything. He's good looking, rich and by becoming a well known photographer he's living his childhood dream. But is he really the arrogant prick the media says he is? Gerard doesn't really like the way his life turned out to be. He wanted to be an artist, but his career failed miserably and now he has to work at his mothers cleaning company every now and then to survive. But after his mother got in an accident and is now unable to continue her work outside of the office, it's on Gerard to make up for that. Luckily there is only one client she cleans for herself. Unfortunately, that client is Frank Iero. *Warnings*: smut, swearing, humiliation, triggers (like mentions of suicide, self-harm and mental illness in general)

Their relationship was bitter and painful, but it wasn't always that way. They loved each other, once. Before they got comfortable. Before they got mean. Their breakup was nasty but necessary, for one of them would surely have died otherwise. Two years pass, and things are looking up. They both seem like they've moved on; one threw himself into a new relationship, the other threw himself into his work. They're getting by. They're almost happy. Until one fateful night where they accidentally stumble across each other in a bar, both there for different reasons, and they stumble into each other's arms in a whirlwind affair that's set to destroy everyone, including themselves. [Contains: smut, recreational drug and alcohol use (I'll add more content warnings as I write)] Cover by @SeraphStarshine ❤️❤️

Brendon has one rule that he refuses to break, but he has never been the best at keeping promises, even ones that are made only to himself. ~~~ Wattpad exclusive *trigger warning for suicidal actions and character death* Completed Playlist: https://8tracks.com/vampireboy/a-million-missed-calls

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)

Frank Iero reckons there are a hell of a lot of people he'd do away with in a school shooting. He has a vivid imagination and what he finds to be a pretty reasonable vendetta. But when his plans are put into action, he finds himself in possession of a hostage; a boy called Gerard Way. In the aftermath of the crime, Gerard's brother Mikey struggles. With his life now in pieces, Pete Wentz steps in, harbouring bad influence and a shred of hope he quickly clings to, and secrets that could change their lives forever. READ THE TRIGGERS. #1 Frerard 08/2018. #1 PeteWentz 06/2020. #1 Petekey 08/2022.

The biggest dilemma in all of this is that Frank slept with his future husband. Now Frank's just got to make sure that the future with him stays intact, but it's not so easy when present day Gerard seems to hate his guts.

After an attack that nearly ends his life Gerard is saved by a scientist that leaves him not all human. He continues his life and becomes the ringmaster of a circus, where young mechanic Frank first meets him. Set in a steampunk universe, this story contains a lot of explicit sex and some violence. ***NOT mine. All credit go to @XxlovefrankieroxX on Ficwad. They're also on AO3 under @Hangmans_Radio.

"Gerard, what's going on? Gerard, please. Gerard, I need you. Gerard, stop this. I can't do this without you. What's happening? Please. Just listen to me." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: may be triggering for some individuals]

Gerard Way is the school's Norman Bates. He's freaky, he acts like he's constantly anticipating something, and he does taxidermy. People fear him, and quite honestly, he gets off on it. There are so many bad rumors circulating about him that even he isn't sure which ones are true. Meanwhile, Frank Iero has a reputation for himself. He's an idiot. A comedic one, especially with his friend James, but an idiot. He once came to school high off his ass and passed his math exam with flying colors. It was a dumb move, but an entertaining one. Just like when he took the dare to make Gerard Way fall in love with him. • AKA "That ONE fanfic where ray is a massive asshole" Theme Song: Paralyzed - The Used

THIS HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED FOR THE TIME BEING!!! :^) I need 2 find the passion i had for this again. could be soon, could be later, could be never. TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, DEATH (will add more when the story progresses) "Wouldn't trade you for the world, swear to God." He murmured. They both knew how big of a lie that was. ​Frank couldn't help but slip out of bed, leaving the room. At least now he won't be a burden. His lover slept on until morning, not realizing that the so-called love of his life wasn't okay. How could he have known? Frank was a good actor. --------------------------- Dying is painful, watching your love slip through your fingers is harder. Frank learns this after a tragic night on his twenty-fifth birthday, and soon after learns what it means to lose him a second time. It's totally dichotomous thinking, one extreme or the other. Every thought or situation breaking down to nothing but black or white, good or bad, bliss or misery, all or nothing. When it comes to Frank and Gerard, there is no middle ground.