Frank moves to a new town, optimistic about starting a new life with his new friends. Gerard, however, is not so hopeful. Trigger warnings for abuse, alcohol abuse, self harm, suicidal thoughts, bullying

Gerard Way (24) is looking for extra money to produce his music. What happens when the famous musician Frank Iero (22) shows up looking for a room to rent? Read to find out.

In which Frank is a grumpy detective who doesn't want to admit he's lonely, and Gerard is a photographer that always seems to smell like ripe raspberries. [SIDE-NOTE: ACAB & TW FOR BRENDON URIE HE'S TOO HARD TO EDIT OUT] ✩ ✩ blackhair!parade!gerard shorthair!dangerdays!frank

Gerard Way. High school student, artist... and vampire. Trying to live a quiet life and forget about his... condition. Frank Iero. Guitarist, dog lover, and self proclaimed "Paranormal Investigator" (read as: Huge Nerd Who Likes Creepy Shit.) When Gerard moves to Belleville to start his junior year, Frank instantly knows something isn't normal about Gerard. Desperate to keep his secret, Gerard simply decides to shut Frank out until he forgets all about him. That's a lot easier said than done.

DISCLAIMER - This is really poorly written, is unrealistic and the characters are shit because I wrote it when I was 14. If you want a decent story read drowning lessons :) After being expelled from every other school in the area, Frank is forced to join the only high school left - Belleville High. He has one last chance to get high school right, stay out of trouble, get good grades and actually graduate, he's off to a great start...until day one. New school, new friends, new plans, new goals. Unlike his parents would like, his goals for the year however are far from getting good grades, unless getting 'the D' counts as a good grade. Art probably wasn't a good subject to pick, especially as Frank is immediatley attracted to his art teacher, a Mr Way. The fact that it's illegal doesn't change anything, Frank's goal was to get into his teachers pants, legal or not. But of course after being unable to hold back it doesn't affect Gerard either, in fact the risk of being caught is half the fun, but is it love or is it just fucking? WARNING - Smut, trigger warning and alcohol abuse.

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.

Frank has done some bad things in his life. Some really bad things. But Gerard, his new cellmate....yeah, he's done worse. Much worse. Frank doesn't know this, though, when they meet- all he sees is a ragged, dark man with dark hair and dark eyes and a bright, golden cross around his neck. And all he knows is that Gerard is the first of his cellmates to refuse the offer he always makes- have sex with him. He's also the first of his cellmates to have gotten out. This is not my fic. This was NOT franksenpai's fic. This fic was originally written by Venne on mibba, which can be found here: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/483749/A-Bullet-Through-a-Flock-of-Doves/

"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."

Well, I'll be honest with you, I don't really feel like talking. But considering my current predicament, I'll probably lose my mind if I'm not talking. So I guess I'll tell you the story from front-to-back to catch you up. It's not like I'm sleeping tonight, so I guess I'll start at the beginning. Not the when-I-was-your-age beginning, but our beginning. When we first met. Which would be about... 2006. Yeah, spring 2006. Two criminals who fall for each other, a psychopath with a grudge, a long lost brother, the death of an ex with strings attached, and a kidnapping plot for revenge, fifteen years in the making. How could you not be interested? COVER MADE BY THE AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, CREATIVE @renisnotaghost (story still in-progress) current word count: 275,809

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