Frank Iero finds himself in a pit of depression and mixed thoughts and decides to finally end his life, but after his failed attempt, he is visited a ghost who tries to persuades him to keep living. ❗Somewhat Graphic Triggering Scene At The Beginning ❗Cutting ❗Pill Overdose ❗Suicide/Suicide Attempts ❗Death ❗Mentions Of Triggering Topics Completed: 28th September 2016

The Pocket Universe Effect - the feeling that nothing else outside your little bubble of reality can quite matter at all. One am on a Friday in June, admist quiet neighbourhoods of New Jersey, the Ieros are away on a night out and Frank and Gerard are sprawled out across Gerard's green anorak, without the capacity to care about anything other than the night sky and the way the stars reflect in each other's eyes.

Frank and Gerard were childhood friends. And then they were enemies. Finally, they became strangers. They'd been friends though, and maybe they'd been a little too affectionate, because everyone thought the two of them would get married someday. Before they became enemies, they had even agreed to use each other as a backup plan. If, by the time they both reached their thirtieth year, they hadn't found someone to marry, they'd marry each other. They have thirty three days left. THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR 18+ AUDIENCES. I can't stop you from reading it at whatever age you are, but please be advised. DISCLAIMER: This fic features Brendon Urie as a character. It was written before allegations were made of Brendon's conduct, and I in no way support him or his actions.

"In the end, will you sink or swim?" - Legend has it, that in the murky waters of this cove, sirens lurk -- far out into the horizon and dark depths, awaiting their next victim to allure with their sickly-sweet lullaby. Residents claim that they can still hear the clinking of pickaxes down in the collapsed ruin of the mines, or chills rolling down their spines as spirits brush past them. The full truth is, that Kitsfort isn't quite your normal town... Frank's mother had claimed that the fresh air would help his lungs, and that maybe living by the ocean -- in a secluded, northern town where the sun only shone a whopping two months out of the year -- that, well, maybe he'd grow to like his new life here. Frank wasn't as optimistic about it all, though. Kitsfort was as gloomy as you could get, and all the damned talk of ghosts was about to drive him insane. He wanted out, and he wanted out fast. It doesn't help his case when his freaky, next-door neighbor keeps knocking asking for him -- each encounter leaving an icky, never-ending mush in Frank's gut, his suspicions falling thinner and thinner the more that the truth seems to be revealed, and as more seems to go wrong. And, well, when he finds his heart getting snagged on unwanted feelings towards this mysterious boy -- and as the alleged tree protecting this whole town from evil entities burns, he knows that this is all going to go to shit, and it's going to go to shit fast... A dark tale of a town with its secrets, murky mysteries and unsafe waters, the twisted beauty of death, and trying to escape the inevitable... [Inspired by Ghosts -- Raina Telgemeier]

Just a short story I came up with a while ago involving some high schoolers, a witch's house, and a love potion :)

A dove represents peace, purity and love. Three traits that Gerard Way does not possess in his pitiful life. He'd refer to himself as a whore- an escort if you will. He dishes himself out to men in order to fund his art education. Whereas frank Iero, his life was bland in comparison. He's the typical nice guy and a hopeless romantic but that's about it really. Until he stumbles into a certain coffee shop and just as if a flock of doves had descended this man from heaven themselves, he meets an angel. A tainted Angel nevertheless, but still an angel.

"You're an idiot, Frank." "Don't remind me." - The bet was simple. All Frank had to do was manage to get a girlfriend by the last day of school, and he'd have won. He had four months. Victory was practically handed to him on a silver platter -- prepared to win the bet smoothly, and painlessly. After all, he could just simply charm his way into some random girl's heart, and he'd be set. Except, things never quite go as planned in Frank Iero's life -- and when he finds himself beginning to rapidly fall for the humble, raven-haired artist who always seems to be lingering around, he knows he's in trouble. Oh, he's in big trouble. A story of first loves, closeted gays, teenage shenanigans, and the craziest four months of Frank Iero's life...

Gerard Way is twenty five, and can't hold down a job due to his voice. Rather, his lack of one. When he's offered a job at a record company, he gladly takes it, and serves as assistant to CEO Frank Iero. He never knew how close he would get to him; even with all the obstacles in the way. (A note: Bert is highly involved in this fic, but he is *not* a villain. Please don't treat him as such)

It all begins when Gerard gets a text from a random number, and a friendship blooms between him and an annoying, oh-so-persistent Frank. As tensions rise and butterflies swarm, what will happen as Frank makes it his mission to discover who his anonymous friend is, and as Gerard does everything he can to prevent so from happening?

BEFORE THE HAPPENING, my life was impossibly mundane. My universe was unfathomably small, strung together by a few measly, attenuated strings of fate ready to snap at any given moment. The sinew of the bone in the skeletal shell that was my life was fading fast, and quickly it would have rendered me as stuck and brittle as that desiccated skull we saw in biology class. In other words, my life was oh so tragically stagnant, and I was the bug caught in the web of complexities. The measly, preyed-upon bug, stuck for eternity. And then I met Frank. -- When Gerard is assigned an English project in which he has to write a compelling essay, he becomes determined to get the best grade in the class. No more 'just average Gerard,' no. He was determined to win. When he crosses paths with the new kid, a selectively mute boy named Frank Iero, he knows exactly how to win over the teacher's praise. "Gerard Way, the boy who got a mute kid to talk," he could practically see it headlining every newspaper across New Jersey. Frank was just a test subject, Gerard couldn't possibly bring himself to care about him, let alone fall for him. ...Right?