Title says all... I apologize in advance.

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.

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@

Frank and his daughter's boyfriend Gerard get along well. Maybe too much. Among being a good husband and a perfect dad, Frank forgets to be himself. With Gerard, he is able to figure out who he was supposed to be all along and finds out he can be much happier as his true self. Now he only needs to figure out how to be happy while hurting his daughter behind her back.

they're both familiar with needles; one as a tattoo artist and one as a bruised, beaten addict - [i completely respect frank & gerard and their significant others; this is purely fiction and for entertainment only]

"Look, I'm not gonna press any charges, just tell me what are you doing in my apartment at this hour of the night," Gerard asked with the calmest voice he could muster. The guy was cute, might even start flirting after figuring out what a cute guy like this was doing in his bed. "What am I doing in your apartment? What are YOU doing in my apartment?" He said, backing away more, clearly scared of Gerard. "No, no, no, no," Gerard shook his hands, starting to get annoyed, "THIS is MY apartment. I'm paying for it." He said in a way you'd talk to someone from the moon. "And so do I!" the guy snapped, "you better get the fuck out or I'm calling the cops." ꧁ꕥ꧂ Or where two people, one more different than the other, are forced to live together after being scammed.

World renown serial killer, Gerard Way, has been in Green Oak Institution For Mentally Unstable Young Adults for six months. He's made his reputation as a troublemaker and a bit of a loner. After spending some time in Solitary Confinement, his therapist tells him it's time for him to start making friends. He's forced to go to group therapy where he meets a group of boys. But one boy is different from the rest. Frank. ~short story~

gerrd the gren teletubbi wuz walkin arounde teletubbi lande and met sum1 who wud chnge hiz lyf 5evr this might be the worst thing you have ever read.

Crown Prince Gerard Way of Belleville is kidnapped by pirates. Frerard I don't ship frerard in real life, they're just fun characters to write. Mostly fluff, not super dark, I'm not trying to make anyone cry here Short story - 8 chapters

He's probably not a serial killer. He might not even kill me at all. But he does have a gun, and he took me with him.