Sometimes it's okay to skip out on a dare. Ryan learns that the hard way.

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)

"You still gave him my last name..." Ryan cut through the silence with a frightened tone, forcing the words out and trying not to let tears known as he faced Brendon. "Regrettably." Brendon scoffed."I really wished I hadn't because it's simply a reminder of how it's there. That it successfully managed to stay. Whereas you, Ryan Ross: Failed to."

"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

Gerard Way, a grieving teenager, hears a name in the hospital. And at the time, that's all it was: a name. But little did he know the importance that name would carry. TW: suicidal thoughts, death, self harm, depression, mentions of alcoholism

Frank was just a rebellious, low level demon with eyes set on a higher throne. Nothing will be allowed to keep him from his goal...That is, until a human begins to play graveyard games...A strange boy that begins to change Frank's goals...To make him feel human again... --- THIS WAS MY FIRST FANFICTION ON THIS WEBSITE IN JUNE/JULY OF 2015 WHY IS IT SUDDENLY GETTING SO MUCH ATTENTION I GOTTA FIX IT SO BAD so I am haha help

Frank makes contact with Gerard after 5 years of radio silence. Frank says he wants to make things right...

not mine!!!!!!! creds go to SoloChaos on archive of our own just another copy of the forest fic make sure you have tissues

After a failed suicide attempt, Frank Iero is placed into an induced coma to prevent any further self harm. While he's asleep, he's visited by what he believes is an angel who sings to him. When Frank finally awakens, it becomes his obsession to find who the voice belongs to. [[Trigger Warning! Suicide-- do not take this warning lightly. Suicide is a main theme. Pretty explicit self-harm, child abuse, underage drinking, reckless behavior, and depression. If you notice anything else that needs tagged, please let me know!]]