~>Fully Edited<~ Frank never acknowledged his neighbour. His depression and drinking problem were far too important to him. Whilst drunk and vulnerable, he gets attacked in a deserted alley. What Frank didn't know, was that his neighbour wanted to be closer than he thought. He followed him. He couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to let his lust over Frank to get this out of hand, but he couldn't stop himself. ~>Prequel- Blood<~ ~>Sequel- Urges<~

Chapters 19-65 are rewritten(will edit/rewrite 1-18). Chapters greatly rewritten will have a "*" around the *title* so old readers can scroll to the bottom see the changes=========== "Overseer." "...yes?" you timorously answered to that title. One you've forgotten. As with everything else. Your titles are what's left, added to the growing pile. Pierced and stamped on you, all of them lose their meaning with each use. Whether that was "demon" or "traitor" or "friend". They may as well have the same definition for someone like you. As strung along as a forgotten flake of snow in this mountain's gale. You were starting to tire of it. But then again... 'How did I get here on that alone?' ------------------------------------------------ Contains graphic descriptions of violence. Reader is gender neutral. I drew the cover image ;3

Some oneshots people might enjoy. You'll find anything but mostly fluff in here !finished august 2nd 2021! i started this in february 2019 and the first few ones arent the best but i've gotten better at writing so if you start reading and dont like it, maybe consider scrolling down a bit more and reading some stuff that i've written recently. thank you to everyone who reads/votes/comments :)

[this fic is very very old! i am actually rewriting it right now!! go to my page to check it out :)!] (Well actually it's kik fic but this title seemed to work better.) - Frnk: hey Frnk: hey its me Frank Gee : I don't know any Franks Frnk: whoops sorry Frnk: wrong number then Frnk: or like kik username thing Frnk: well sorry for interrupting your shit bye [This fic is trigger free! No depression, suicide, eating disorders, or anything of the sort]

"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

Vampire Gerard AU [originally a oneshot]

A MCR story. Gerard is exteremly sick and Frank is mostly looking after him. They both don't realize how bad his sickness really is. I'm not very good at descriptions lol Frerard. This is a pre-wrote sickfic. Also I imagined it set during The Black Parade, so around 2006-2008ish (if I'm correct) but you can imagine it during any era!

Looking back, I can't even fully understand how this all happened. We used to have everything. A normal life, a normal school, a normal house. We used to be so innocent and naive, but now we're not. Now, we have nothing. We have nowhere left to go yet we've never been happier. How messed up is that? But more important: how messed up are we? "Listen to me, Frankie" He says, gently lifting my chin with his index finger. "I just wanted you to know that... no matter what happens from now on, you'll never fight alone. Okay? I won't let you" I sit up. "But why are you doing this? Why do you care so much?" I ask. "Because you're the only beautiful thing left in the world" He says, concern filling his eyes. And that's all it takes for me to believe him. *Trigger warnings. Also it's fluff no smut don't hate me for that lol*

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

When Frank goes to prison being innocent, he's scared of being surronded by criminals. But, will all those criminals be mean and heartless...? Idk man I suck at descriptions, just read it if you want to, lol. (Written: October 3rd 2015-October 30th 2016) (Editing)