"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."

Frank is 27. He's fed up with life. He just wants it all to end. He's tired of the harassment, tired of the job he works, tired of the memories of his mother's abuse, tired of his shitty trailer. He's tired with himself. So he takes his late father's Colt Python, loads it, and pulls the trigger. Only nothing happens. But only because a certain angel of death named Gerard won't let it. ⚠️ Trigger warning for: • Suicide • Self Harm • Alcoholism • Drug Use • Sexual Harassment (No rape is involved, whatsoever) Cover made by me and edited by @missmistiblurryface

Pete and Patrick were still looking expectant, so Mikey said, “So we’re a group of…traveling…personal grooming experts. I guess.” Patrick looked at Gerard. “And their priest.” “We’re very spiritual,” Ray mumbled.

Do you believe in ghosts?

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 Iero wasn't like most other teenage boys, Gerard found that out rather quickly. Frank was born with a curse that he's tried his hardest to get rid of, a curse that only caused death and destruction and he had to try his best to hide it.

Frank Iero is a typical loner. The oddball of school who wears skeleton gloves everyday and tons of band shirts. He has two friends, Bob Bryar and Ray Toro. Him and his classmates don't get along. They happen to use Frank as their punching bag of glorified short person. But the town isn't all that everyone thinks it is, a small village like town. There's two paths that Frank can take to school, the pavement or the path hardly used through the woods. Which path would you take if you heard a crazy escaped convict was sighted in town near those woods. If you're Frank Iero, then you're most likely to take the wooded path anyway.

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?

After a failed suicide attempt, Gerard Way gets admitted to Monroeville Psychiatric Hospital, where he's to be treated for his depression and suicidal thoughts, amongst other things. In the hospital, he meets Frank Iero, a man with a sick mind, but a big heart...and so much more. Can Gerard help Frank, as well as himself? Or, are they both a lost cause? WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS MATERIAL SOME READERS MAY FIND UPSETTING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

The Captured Princess was a well-known porn site based in Jersey that seemed to have become a local legend of sorts. Everyone knew it was real, of course, but it just seemed odd to most people that some dude was finding an insanely high number of trans girls that would be willing to be fucked on camera in one small neighborhood. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunate for the lucky pervs watching the livestream, Frank was one of those girls. (transgirl!Frank)