I wanted to both kiss the bruises off his poor milky skin and cause more. He was an asshole. A pure descendant of the devil. Why did I ever let him in my life? The moment I laid eyes upon him was the moment I knew his middle name spelt trouble. -- Gerard was fine before he met Frank, the bad boy with far too many problems and far too little care to fix them. Gerard had his life together. Well...somewhat. Okay, maybe he hardly could keep himself afloat, but inserting Frank into his downwards-spiraling life only seemed to fuel the fire. But then again, Gerard knew all too well that you can't fight fire with love. He fought fire with fire. 100 - 05/10/20 200 - 19/10/20 300 - 26/10/20 400 - 30/11/20 500 - 05/01/21 600 - 13/02/21 700 - 05/05/21 800 - 12/12/21 1k - 10/03/22

Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

Everything in Frank's life is a mystery. He always heard footsteps behind him, his room was always clean even though he always made a mess, he always felt watched, he always heard stuff like twigs snap or breathing around him, his bullies never bullied him again but they always seemed scared of him, and most of all, Frank always felt protected. Frank always has cravings. For what, you might ask. Well, he doesn't know either. When Frank walks home one night from a party, he stumbles across a very fucking strange man with the unforgettable fire truck red hair. Then strange man enters Frank's life, making drastic changes to both of their lives whether they like it or not. ((My first Dom/Fertile))

Frank's cousin Richard offers him a job in the summer at the restaurant he owns. But it's not a restaurant. Richard doesn't even own a restaurant, he's a drug dealer, and he has Frank do the dirty work. When Frank is making a round he meets someone in particular. The boy is really cute, he likes all the music Frank likes, and Frank really thinks he likes him. His name is Gerard. Gerard always sneaks out, to drink, do drugs, smoke. His parents try to talk to him, but it never gets through. After a failed suicide attempt they just give up. They give Gerard to one of his moms close colleagues. Mrs. Linda Iero and her family. After another failed attempt lands Gerard in the hospital, Frank and Gerard get closer and closer. I update every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. TRIGGER WARNING (suicide, self harm, drug and alcohol abuse, and I think that's all)

How can two people so different be so perfect? A story of romance, tragedy, healing, and finally happiness, because everyone needs a happy ending sometimes. - Gerard doesn't talk to anyone, he doesn't know anyone, he's completely absorbed in the little bubble that is his independent little life. He's homeschooled as well, which means he only ever leaves to get groceries. For how little he leaves the house, and how closed off he is, it's quite a wonder how he met Frank. Frank is an extrovert and he kind of lacks boundaries when it comes to making friends. He's curious and speaks his mind constantly, which sometimes gets him into trouble. It must be good for something though, because not many people bother to figure out Gerard. Little did either of them no how much they'd change each other's lives. #1 tag in #frerardfanfiction 6/06/2024

Mark hasn't been on one single date for the past four and a half years. Not because he isn't attractive to the ladies.. No, it's because he's loved one single person unconditionally for the past four and a half years.. four and a half years of unrequited love.. and that's the simple (or maybe not so simple) reason for his celibacy - the handsome, deep-voiced Vincent. And the day that Vincent shows some interest in Mark is the very same day that Mark gets his heart broken in a million pieces. Six months later, and his heart's finally starting to feel something other than heartache again, he gets transferred for a two months period to the Netherlands. One day on his way home from work he meets Vincent for the first time since the heartbreak. And Vincent's a whole new man with a whole new determination. December 9th - 16th 2016 bxb/mxm/yaoi/gay. May contain man on man sexual-contents.

It's been several years since the zombie virus swept across America, there's only a loner survivor left, Gerard Way, who's the only one he knows of who survived the virus. He's been on his own for years, until one day he stumbles upon another injured survivor, Frank, who was left for dead by his group. Gerard realizes he isn't alone and gains a companion. They grow a bond which makes them inseparable and they would risk everything for each other. The bond does turn into something more and flames up hope. Well, they're the only two of a couple of survivors. What do they have to lose, except each other in the process of trying to survive?

19 year old Gerard way has run away from home. Wanting to escape to a place where no one knows about Mikey or Helena or that dreadful night. Where no one knows who he is. 17 year old Frank Iero loves strays and will help every one he sees, even the one he finds curled up at the bus stop covered in mud. Gerards dialogue is in italics, Frank's is in bold italics. Everyone elses is in quotation marks. *I do not own the characters in this story **trigger warnings: death, depression, abuse, homophobia, self-harm.

{*COMPLETED*} {* EDITING*} Y/n doesn't want to be alive anymore. Actually, no. The voices don't want her to be alive. With the voices and her family turning against her, she finally loses it. She finally decides its time for everything to end. But two boys stopped her. Little did she know, these boys would take her in and mend her broken pieces. Hell, little did she know that Mikey way would be the love of her life. With her boyfriend Mikey, and best friend Gerard (as well as Frank and Ray) Y/n gets back on her feet, continues her Youtube channel, and even ends up touring with My Chemical Romance. Because of Gerard, y/n gets a second chance at life. Because of Mikey, y/n gets a life full of love.

"God, Gerard," he moaned, "Are you that oblivious?" Frank watched him nod with a shrug. He rolled his eyes and continued nonetheless, "I really like you. I just wanna be fucking normal!" He huffed rubbing his eyes, "I wanna do stuff that I would do if we were normal. Like fucking romance shit. Like holding hands on the roof and looking at stars. Or sing to my Pandora station while we clean parts of the church before Sunday. Or make out in the back of my car and listen to my favorite songs. And god I would kill to dance in the rain with you and not have to worry about anything. No vampire shit. No age gap. No fucking rumors. You know that half of this goddamn town knows about my love life?" He removed his hands from his eyes to stare at Gerard who was staring back intensely, "It sucks. Everything sucks. My fucking life sucks." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of gore, mentions of loss, mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH