So who's the bitch now?

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Hi. My name is Frank Iero, and I am no one. I just found my smile for the first time in my life, as long as I can remember. 

Now, there is blood everywhere and I'm not even gonna pretend this isn't my fault.Все права защищены

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So who's the bitch now?
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I felt like I was in a bad dream and couldn't wake up, everything was spinning. My chest hurt from how hard my heart was thumping. This necklace, how in the world did it get here? I didn't take it back here with me, I left it on Frank's grave in Jersey. I discreetly pinched myself to see if I was dreaming, but I didn't wake up. This was real life. "Oh! That's mine, the string must've broken loose." I heard a voice. I saw feet at first. Yellow converse shoes. Then I saw pants. Black jeans. Then I saw a jacket. A green camo military jacket, not real obviously. Then I saw tattooed hands holding a coffee cup. They were red, most likely freshly washed. Then I met eyes with the person before me. I dropped the necklace and gasped loudly, holding back a shocked scream. The person's face fell, eyes going wide. They took a step back and then a cautious one forward. "Gerard?" They whispered. "Frank..." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, mentions of alcoholism and drug abuse, mentions of sexual assault (rape), mentions of cheating, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

Bloodstained Bathtubs and an Absence of Death (Frerard) от sinisteroceans

"Frank Iero. A younger man with a dazzling appearance; pale skin coated in tattoos, stunning hazel eyes, a stupid, overly-excited smile that was almost always plastered across his face... I couldn't wait to smear his blood all over the walls". Gerard Way is a murderer, and Frank Iero is his next victim. The night has finally come for Gerard to kill him. However, some complications arise in the process.

"You're mine." "I know." (bottom gerard yikes) (first story warning !! don't comment about the quality of this book, i'm aware) (this story was completed a very long time ago ! but edits are occasionally made. there are a few non-addressed triggers throughout the story, please be safe !!)

the first to say i'm sorry | frank iero x female reader от vampire_bl00dx

there's a new guy at school and he's full of himself. you both hate each other, till one day something between the two of you changes.

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)

My name is Skylar, and I am a victim of rape.

"Smoking isn't becoming of a young lady. " I blew all the smoke I had huffed into my mouth straight into her face. I don't live to make people happy. I live to destroy people's joy. ◆Frank Iero Fan Fiction◆

I'll Keep You Safe Tonight от MarthaIeroWay05

Hello, I'm Allie. I'm 23. I just ran away from my dad's home. It's a very long story, someday you'll find out why. I was alone. I was scared. I was lost. I was broken. Until he entered in my life, he twisted my life, he changed my point of view of life. At first i thought life was an ugly and filfthy thing, but now i know it's not. "I'm scared" i whispered. "Don't be. I'm here with you. I'll keep you safe tonight" he said into my ear, i could feel his breath in my ear and in my neck.

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PART 1 OF THE 'Skylines And Turnstiles' SERIES You've known the way brothers basically your whole life. So now as (almost) adults, you know them and their friends, and they know yours. But then you start to date Frank Iero, a guitarist in MCR. Things are great, but after a drunk kiss with your childhood best friend, that Frank saw, everything changes. (Sorry if this is bad/cringe! This is my first () x reader so it may not be the best.) Started on: October 15, 2023, 9:54 pm. Ended on: June 1, 2024 9:52 am.

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I felt like I was in a bad dream and couldn't wake up, everything was spinning. My chest hurt from how hard my heart was thumping. This necklace, how in the world did it get here? I didn't take it back here with me, I left it on Frank's grave in Jersey. I discreetly pinched myself to see if I was dreaming, but I didn't wake up. This was real life. "Oh! That's mine, the string must've broken loose." I heard a voice. I saw feet at first. Yellow converse shoes. Then I saw pants. Black jeans. Then I saw a jacket. A green camo military jacket, not real obviously. Then I saw tattooed hands holding a coffee cup. They were red, most likely freshly washed. Then I met eyes with the person before me. I dropped the necklace and gasped loudly, holding back a shocked scream. The person's face fell, eyes going wide. They took a step back and then a cautious one forward. "Gerard?" They whispered. "Frank..." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, mentions of alcoholism and drug abuse, mentions of sexual assault (rape), mentions of cheating, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

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