Frank is the new kid at school. He has moved with his mother in an attempt to escape his past, and his father. Gerard is the kid no one talks to. But he likes it that way. He likes being alone, prefers it. When Gerard finds Frank in a less the ideal situation, will all the change? TRIGGER WARNING: self harm, substance abuse, abuse, rape, depression, eating disorder

Characters include: Frank Iero Gerard Way Mikey Way Ray Toro And You! Creative title, yeah i know. Enjoys!

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.

Fluff/Smut filled adventures with Frerard.

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 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

Just a compilation of smutty frerard oneshots. Started: December 31, 2016 Ended: March 28th, 2018

Frank was an angsty, self-loathing teenager with a messed-up home life, trapped in a strict Catholic boarding school in New Jersey. He hid behind sarcasm, fights, and denial-especially when it came to Gerard Way, the quiet, artistic new kid who somehow ended up as his favorite target. But the line between resentment and obsession was thin, and when it finally snapped, Frank found himself falling for the boy he was supposed to hate. As their worlds collide, they're forced to confront their own demons, each other's pasts, and a school that was never meant to be a safe place for boys like them. Warnings: Smut, underage sex, self-harm, drug/alcohol abuse, family issues, homophobia, mental health struggles, suicide, eating disorders, SA

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"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795