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~AU~ Set in the 1960's~ <Basically this fic is set in an alternate 1960's, where race is not an issue- but sexual orientation is. Just if there's any confusion> Frank Iero, is a struggling musician dealing with the rejection from his family, as well as his recent personal discovery. He meets Gerard Way, a writer under a pseudonym- with a great taste in suits, and a deep secret to tell. He's struggled just as much as Frank, but he's used to bottling it up. The enter into a life-changing situation, one that they know is worth fighting for. One worth dying for...

As the son of Satan, Gerard believed that his life had many perks. Until... As a punishment for his usual uncooperative ways, his father sends him to live on earth- to live out his sentence as a high school student. Much to Gerard's distaste. ~&gt;•&lt;~ Frank is your everyday popular pupil. He is well-liked, and appreciated amongst almost everyone. His friends adore him- not to mention most of the female population of the school. But, he doesn't care for that. He cares for his own happiness, his quickly dwindling happiness. Until a red-haired, sarcastic addition to his life changes everything. Frank is infatuated with this new addition, and can't help but fall into a spiral of addiction, hatred and love- all for the same person. Gerard adores his ability to control him, to have him there in the click of his fingers. (Lots of smut as the story goes onnnnnn)

~&gt;Fully Edited&lt;~ 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. ~&gt;Prequel- Blood&lt;~ ~&gt;Sequel- Urges&lt;~

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!]]

Completed. Word count: 52,513 Stock·holm Syn·drome - noun: a psychological response in which victims develop feelings of trust and compassion for their captor, almost as if they're not being held as a hostage. Li·ma Syn·drome - noun: a condition in which abductors develop a sense of sympathy for their hostages, sometimes resulting in romantic attraction.

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

Gerard Way one shot based on the song cubicles by My Chemical Romance. You can read this fanfic without listening to the song but I recommend that you do and maybe even look up the lyrics. But tbh it probably won't make too much of a difference. To an onlooker Gerard way is your average American citizen. He has a stable office job, and his own apartment. But if you looking more closely at his life you would see how alone he is. His entire life is scheduled down to the minute, and he goes through everything on his own. He wants, more than anything, to be together with the girl he loves. But the clock is ticking as Gerard's physical and mental health deteriorates. But no-one wants to die alone, do they? NOTE: There is a minor trigger warning on this story, but I don't think it's too serious.