Frank is your average punk high schooler who gets himself into a stupid dare in order to fit in and get his bullies off his back, but the shit he got himself into turned out to be a life-changing experience. Read on to see what happens cause I'm obviously shit at descriptions. Warnings: serious case of cringe-attacks at some parts (sorry), smut, strong language, and mild suicidal thoughts around chapter two (nothing too serious, I like to keep my fics happy cause I'm already traumatized enough with gay fics and real life), also a bit of cross-dressing. P.s: Gerard is a supernatural being in this one cause I apparently hate humans and cannot write a fucking normal fic. All the love, HR. xx

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

19 year old Gerard way has run away from home. Wanting to escape to a place where no one knows about Mikey or Helena or that dreadful night. Where no one knows who he is. 17 year old Frank Iero loves strays and will help every one he sees, even the one he finds curled up at the bus stop covered in mud. Gerards dialogue is in italics, Frank's is in bold italics. Everyone elses is in quotation marks. *I do not own the characters in this story **trigger warnings: death, depression, abuse, homophobia, self-harm.

Based of my Ao3 story but in one shot form and (hopefully) written better 👍 Ao3 curse won't get me! (Again) Also guys this is toxic codependent yaoi that is very unhealthy and tragic. Dead dove do not eat. 🤷 Title: sunny day real estate - song about an angel > diary ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Iero's like can be described in 3 words: total shit show. He was an alcoholic, had a shitty minimum wage job, no partner, and almost nothing to his name. The bar was his home, not a place to get a cheap lay or find romance out of anything, he just wanted the cheap drinks and to be left alone. Plus, he would never trust anyone who goes to that shitty, sketchy bar. Until he sees this beautiful man, almost too beautiful to be human. Maybe even angelic. He may just have to have some trust in him.

Gerard and frank hated each other so much that even their friends would get annoyed at them for bitching. But this changes dramatically within a day or two. Kinda strange but they never really did hate each other. (I wrote this when I was like 13 and I just found it, it's incomplete, I think)

Pete and Patrick were still looking expectant, so Mikey said, "So we're a group of...traveling...personal grooming experts. I guess." Patrick looked at Gerard. "And their priest." "We're very spiritual," Ray mumbled. (Not my book!! This is by bexless on ao3!! <3 )

Restricted section by Hangmans_radio on ao3, all credits go to them, this is not my story!! Credits for cover art go to mercening on Instagram! TW: Lots and lots and lots and truckloads of smut it's insane

"God, Gerard," he moaned, "Are you that oblivious?" Frank watched him nod with a shrug. He rolled his eyes and continued nonetheless, "I really like you. I just wanna be fucking normal!" He huffed rubbing his eyes, "I wanna do stuff that I would do if we were normal. Like fucking romance shit. Like holding hands on the roof and looking at stars. Or sing to my Pandora station while we clean parts of the church before Sunday. Or make out in the back of my car and listen to my favorite songs. And god I would kill to dance in the rain with you and not have to worry about anything. No vampire shit. No age gap. No fucking rumors. You know that half of this goddamn town knows about my love life?" He removed his hands from his eyes to stare at Gerard who was staring back intensely, "It sucks. Everything sucks. My fucking life sucks." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of gore, mentions of loss, mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

"You're like a dog sometimes I swear," he says, narrowing his eyes at me. "Woof woof," I say, flipping him off before spinning on my heels and heading down the steps. Like a fucking dog, huh? ❧ Frank is a loud, reckless twenty-one year old frat boy and Gerard is his quiet, cranky next door neighbor. ❧ Frerard puppy play short story 🐾