"Hasn't your daddy ever taught you manners?" "He taught me not to talk to you, mister." Donald Way is the head of a big gang. He's got a business he loves and a family he loves more. Especially the eldest son, Gee, who has a love of skirts and stuffed animals. Donald finds this boy special and unique, something that needs to be protected. Especially kept safe from Frank Iero, the leader of the rivaling gang. But that doesn't stop Gee from running into Frank while in town, and it doesn't stop Frank from becoming fond of the smaller, younger boy. First book in the Rebel Series

Gerard Way starts his first teaching job and finds himself falling for fellow teacher Mr Iero. However, having to fight off the affections of another teacher means all kinds of problems await Mr Way. Does he have what it takes to fight for true love, or will he be swept away by the unwanted attention from Miss Ballato? Mature Content. Target Audience 18+ --------------- "Lindsey?" Frank began. "Because I'm your friend, I am telling you to stop making a fool of yourself with Gerard." "What the f**k is that supposed to mean?" she asked. "He clearly isn't interested, and you're making an idiot of yourself by throwing yourself at him." "He just doesn't know he's interested yet, Frank" she smiled smugly. "He will be though. Look at us! We'd make a perfect couple."

Mikey Way gets bullied by Frank Iero and his friends, being the butt of all their jokes. But what nobody knows is that Mikey has a brother named Gerard, who goes to a prestigious art school across the country. That is, until he gets expelled. And so Gee joins the public school system with his brother when he catches the eye of a certain boy named Frank Iero. But, unfortunately, Frank's friends notice him too.

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.

Unholyverse is a collection of fan written stories about My Chemical Romance in which Gerard is a priest. I take no credit from any of this, the Unholyverse series was originally written by Bexless on AO3. This is a Frerard fan-fiction.

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, a fresh graduate, has moved to college where he was to pursue music. With a bad first impression and the asshole complex, he wasn't taking anything from his emotionless and irresponsible roommate, Gerard. He tries to keep to himself, being rude to ward off his introverted roommate. What happens when he gets to know him more?

"Eu vou te contar meu segredinho sujo. Não conte a ninguém ou você será só outro arrependido" Onde Gerard é um professor universitário com uma mente suja e Frank um estudante sujo até a alma. Frank Iero - começo de 2017-2019 (the dan patrick show interview) Gerard Way - 2007 (Professor universitário×Estudante) Fanfic inspirada na musica Dirty Little Secret - All-american dejects e umas fanarts #1 mcr - 15 de outubro (2020) #1 frankiero - 22 de outubro (2020)

"Olá. Aqui é o Gerard. Eu não sei se você vai rir da minha cara, mas eu só queria saber se o que Ray disse ali no McDonalds é real. Porque, se for, a gente pode conversar com mais frequência, marcar algo quando tudo isso der uma aliviada, sei lá." Poderia pensar em várias possibilidades: Frank atarefado com seu trabalho em meio a uma pandemia - por mais que eu suspeitasse que os médicos tinham algum tempo de folga -, Frank fazendo coisas mais úteis que me responder, Frank escrevendo o número errado pela pressa. No entanto, assim que a minha tela fez com que o quarto escuro fosse parcialmente iluminado, pulei para ver a nova notificação. Meus olhos se arregalaram em surpresa. Minha boca estava entreaberta. Eu sabia que Frank poderia ser filho da puta, mas não nesse nível. OBS: essa fanfic NÃO descumpre absolutamente nenhuma conduta de isolamento social.

Dois irmão,uma profecia. Será que um amor é capaz de destruir laços? Ou será que ele cria novos?