Frerard Stories

Even though Frank Iero and Gerard Way's parents have been best friends since highschool, Gerard and Frank hate eachother. They never even wanted to be in the same room until their parents finally got fed up and decided they were going to lock them in a room together for 24 hours.

Frank is a very.. Strange person. He doesn't like people. Hell, he is even scared of them. No one understood why. Frank never, Ever talked to anyone. He hated doing that. That is.. Until he met Gerard. He found Gerard to be.. Unique. He is the only person he felt comfortable talking to for some reason. Started: July 3rd, 2017

Gerard is back down a path of self destruction, a collision course with one possible outcome. Will Frank be able to help him save himself, while battling his own demons that have lurked inside him all these years?

A story in which Gerard is a drug dealer criminal living in his brothers basement, Mikey is a police officer trying to prevent his brother from getting arrested, Pete is an alcoholic who Mikey keeps arresting and Frank is an annoying teenager who's sleeping with Gerard. Petekey & Frerard

BOOK ONE (Gerard Way's point of view): I am an awkward goth kid who's life gonna change when I shelter a homeless bisexual whore. 04/17/2017 -$M@

Little!Innocent!Gee Bully!Overprotective!Frank Gee has recently started high school after being sheltered by his overprotective family all his life. After finding it difficult to fit in, Gerard looks for a l t e r n a t I v e ways to make himself seem more 'normal', staring from his knowledge of swears. I'm wack at writing descriptions,, it gets better i promise ✨

Frank likes older guys. Gerard's an older guy.

Frank goes missing on the last day of tour, in a downward spiral he is tested and so are the band all revealing little secrets along the way. He is alone and cold unsure where he is and who he has become... will the band find him before it's too late and Frank loses all hope to carry on? *I do not own these people - even if I wish I did- and none of these events ever happened they just formed in my weird coffee fuels brain *Some readers may find themes in this story as 'stressers' so warnings about mature themes Enjoy! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Teaser: "Has anyone seen Frank? He’s not in his bunk, I haven’t seen him since we got off the stage yesterday, I’m worried- he’s not been himself lately.” Bob burst through the door on the bus that separated the bunks from lounge, the guys were in various places doing their own little things to relax whilst they were on tour and away from certain vices like I decent bed or shower. "I don’t know probably just taking a walk or something." Mikey answered whilst trying to make coffee for the 5th time that hour without succeeding and just making a mess, he silently cursed Gerard for buying a new coffee machine with the filter not just buying instant coffee which saved time and although tasted like crap had more caffeine in that Frank on a Monday morning. "No but he wasn’t there when I woke up or at breakfast and he never misses meals- Frank’s the laziest person on the bus. Something isn’t right."

Stock·holm syn·drome /noun/ feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.

Gerard is a 16 years old boy and evrey year,in the summer, when his parents decide to go on vacation, they leave him in a campsite behind their house. There, everyone thinks he's weird, he has never managed to make friends even though he has been going there for years, but there is a guy that never found him weird, his name is Frank Iero. Frank finds Gerard amazing and bright and one day, while Gee was sitting under a tree making sketches in his sketchbook, Frank takes courage and finally goes to talk to the boy that evreyone consider "weird". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DISCLAIMER: okay so. before reading all this shit, I apologies. I KNOW this is going to be cringe but I really really like writing and it keeps my stupid ass thoughts away. All the things you'll read in this story are just pure fantasy and they're not real🙏 ofc some things are inspired by their music journey. i'm a slow writer, it takes me time to write A LOT, and I have NO imagination, so please forgive me if it will take a century to write this fanfiction😓 oh and also ignore my stupid grammatical errors but sometimes im so tired that I don't even notice them. ENJOY YOUR READING <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This story is about Gerard Way meeting Frank Iero and Frank finding out about his cutting and trying to help him and them both falling in love.

While Gerard is having troubles at home, Frank moves into a new city and starts his new life at a university. How will they meet and what will happen between them?

"I wanted a new life and you did what was right for me." That was it. I turned my eyes to his, which were a little more open now. "Isn't it?" I watched his expression change from tired to cynical, even somewhat ironic. "Fuck. It's just a song, man." He chuckled softly, using a cheeky tone with me. I used the wheels of the chair to get closer, our hands were almost touching. I locked my eyes on his, trying not to lose them on his slightly parted, flushed lips. "I'm not letting you go until I figure out whatever is happening between us."

They Met At A Misfits Concert In Jersey.. Everything Changed After They Found One Another. The Tall Lengthy guy, and The Short Cuddly Midget Don't Know Each Others Names, But They Already Feel like Their More Than Friends...

Gerard není běžný tennager, sám ani neví, jak přišel na tento svět, někdy lituje a někdy zase naopak.

As far as they could remember, anxiety was a thing that colored their days, and fights have become a normal part of a life routine for them. Frank's always pitiful, drowning himself in alcohol and drugs, and Gerard doesn't seem to care. One night, Frank tells Gee about something, that he was never supposed to even know existed. About his love. And then he hides himself away, unable to bear a thought of what could've happen if he stayed there for longer, unable to face the reality of Gee's response. He would've run to away again and again till his time expires, if he could've. But fate meets them at a bar again. Fear is what runs Frank more than curiosity, so he tries, and tries, and tries to escape this trial again. But tonight, universe's long awaited recompense for its crimes and Frank's wars comes ascended in a form of Gee's words. And for once in a while, everything seems to turn to normal. Until Frank's hopes get shattered in pieces by a creature's wish. Hi guys!! This is my first ever fic, and for now I'm writing it just for fun, and to relive my frerard hyper fixation, lol. I don't know if I ever get to finish this, but if you enjoy it, I'm glad! I'm feeling not so well as I'm writing this, so poor Frank will take on all my emotional burdens. Have a good read!

Some things stay under your skin. Gerard carries the weight of something he can't forget. Frank carries the kind of past he won't talk about. Gerard hates needles. Frank works in a tattoo shop. They meet by accident. They stay by choice. Frank has his reasons for keeping people at a distance. Gerard has his reasons for not wanting to be alone. Neither of them asks questions about it at first. But how long can two people pretend they're fine when they're not? And when they're both hiding pieces of themselves, is it possible to let someone in without falling apart first?

My name is Frank, not Frankie.

the ASOTM Ending we all wanted. Frank is 18 cuz the one I read on AO3 makes him 18, I know he's 16 in the original. I don't own A Splitting of the Mind or MCR, nor do I ship Frerard. I'm just going insane over secret number 9 and that tragic ending. Cover made by me out of fan art I found on Pinterest. credits to the owners, you guys cooked

Growing up in an extremely religious town, Frank knew he never really felt like he belonged. Monroeville was creepy, like, really creepy. These people spent all their time praying, crosses were everywhere, everyone went to church, no one was allowed to skip it, it was like some unspoken rule there. He hated it. What Frank didn't understand was that this all came from the pure fear of vampires. That's stupid, vampires aren't real. right?