Es el año 2011 y la vida de Frank Iero es bastante normal hasta la noche en que empezó a soñar con una California extraña y apocalíptica donde habían pistolas de rayos, corporaciones grises y terroristas que usan el arte y el color como armas. Interesante y divertido al principio, pero cuanto más sueña con este mundo, más empieza a preguntarse si realmente es un sueño... y cuanto más se adentra en este mundo futurista, más parece afectar a su vida en el presente. ¿Y cómo es exactamente que todo parece relacionarse con ese artista idiota de pelo negro que se sienta en Starbucks todos los días? (Situado en el mundo de Danger Days pero no necesariamente siguiendo el canón establecido por el álbum y el video musical) NOTA ACLARATORIA: Yo, Ann (@Blackieroween) SOLO TRADUZCO la historia, no es de mi pertenencia. Portada hecha por: Ann ( https://www.tumblr.com/inkedbyann )

Comedia Romántica de cómo Frank y Gerard intercmbian sus cuerpos y tratan de resolverlo. RESEÑAS. "No te pases de mamón, está buenísima wey" - Javi Noble. "Ficción, realidad, masterpiece" - Revista VOGUE. "Esta historia me revivió" - Kurt Cobain. por: MRS_DRUGDEALER.

Mi mundo es muy diferente al suyo. Y es que, yo soy diferente a ellos. O quizás, no tan diferente como parece. Porque en el día soy algo. Pero, cuando cae la noche soy alguien. . . . [ Sin ningún permiso para adaptar ]

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.

Frank is 27. He's fed up with life. He just wants it all to end. He's tired of the harassment, tired of the job he works, tired of the memories of his mother's abuse, tired of his shitty trailer. He's tired with himself. So he takes his late father's Colt Python, loads it, and pulls the trigger. Only nothing happens. But only because a certain angel of death named Gerard won't let it. ⚠️ Trigger warning for: • Suicide • Self Harm • Alcoholism • Drug Use • Sexual Harassment (No rape is involved, whatsoever) Cover made by me and edited by @missmistiblurryface

"Gerard Arthur Way, my light, my love, my image of utter perfection, will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me? And if you marry me, would you stay mine forever, and never let anything or anyone bring us apart again? I love you." "I..." ~~~~ Vampire Frerard. Frank didn't even know how he got there. He was only looking for a shortcut to his lonely apartment in the cold night of New Jersey when he found himself being attacked by a stranger man. But this man appears to be a lot more trouble than he thought, as he is revealed to be one of the most dangerous creatures Frank has ever seen. What will happen when he gets into this mess, a 24 year-old man, college dropout, gay, with no family or friends, along with the walking mystery guy Gerard Way? Written with 100% respect for the real people, 100% fiction with no intentions on hurting anyone! (This is one of those edits where I tell you that I wrote this story when I was 14, meaning it's a hot mess and I had 0 grammar and made most of it up as I went)

Gerard Way is the school's Norman Bates. He's freaky, he acts like he's constantly anticipating something, and he does taxidermy. People fear him, and quite honestly, he gets off on it. There are so many bad rumors circulating about him that even he isn't sure which ones are true. Meanwhile, Frank Iero has a reputation for himself. He's an idiot. A comedic one, especially with his friend James, but an idiot. He once came to school high off his ass and passed his math exam with flying colors. It was a dumb move, but an entertaining one. Just like when he took the dare to make Gerard Way fall in love with him. • AKA "That ONE fanfic where ray is a massive asshole" Theme Song: Paralyzed - The Used

Hace 400 años Thomas Frost fue invitado a una fiesta para celebrar su compromiso a la mansión de Arthur Woods, su amigo y amante. Pero a causa de su prometida terminan metidos en un enorme lío que los llevará directo a la hoguera. En el 2012, Frank Iero conoce a Gerard Way en su nuevo lugar de trabajo pero hay algo raro en él ¡Luce igual al hombre de sus pesadillas en las que es quemado en la hoguera por brujería! ¿Será esta la primera vez que se conocen? ¿Por qué razón dos almas renacen en el mismo periodo de tiempo? Sólo Jamia, la psiquiatra de Frank y su prometida en la otra vida, sabe que misterios se esconden y es quien hará hasta lo imposible para separarlos esta vez.

Highschool is a living hell. At least that's Gerard's opinion because he can't pass the hallways without being shoved against lockers or called a "fag". God, how Gerard hated this word. In his last year of school, he decides to take a risk and starts a school project in which he wants to find out why all of his teachers and classmates hate homosexual people so much. For his project "homophobia is gay" he interviews a few people but decides that this won't be enough. What if he could introduce one of them to his world and show them that it's not bad to be gay? And what if this person was Frank Iero, the guy who has a list of girls he slept with right under his mattress at home, and an abhorrence against the red-headed boy? *Warnings*: bad language, homophobia, smut, abuse