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?

“It would seem,” the Cardinal finished, “that Father Way’s body has disappeared.” There was a silence. Eventually Bob said, “What the fuck?” “Yes,” said the Cardinal. “Quite.”

Gerard's wardrobe isn't your normal 22 year old guy's. And Frank is really, really into that.

Kitten ears, lace, and a daddy kink. (I have sinned and it is ok)

"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795

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.

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"Excuse me," The small stranger said as he set the clear glass on the counter, "I asked for a strawberry banana smoothie. And I'm pretty sure strawberry banana isn't bright purple." "I wouldn't know the difference." Gerard said as he continued to refill the hot caramel dispenser. The stranger scoffed rudely. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Well, I'll put it to you this way," He turned around and wiped his hands on his apron, "I'd be a little more of help if I knew what bright purple looked like." //Fun fact: I'm colorblind. Not severely like Gee but I have a pretty hard time telling similar colors (blue/green/purple and red/orange apart)

Frank has been in love with tagging since he was thirteen, and although some people would call it a crime, Frank thinks its art. After getting in trouble for tagging a man's shop, he makes it his job to annoy this guy as much as possible, but it turns out impossible not to catch feelings. Despite this, Frank doesn't think he can fall for someone who isn't as passionate about art as he is... And then comes in Red Venom.