Two boys who seem to think alike. But one more open then a book and the other in his own world with his own secrets - something as secretive as his own name. But no matter how like the two are. They are still so different. From the masks worn when it's not even Halloween to the height. Frank makes it his goal to find out the boys real name because he knows for a fact that it can't be the same as some demented rockstar who has an 'I don't give a shít' attitude. Even though his attitude is the same. This guys name is not Marilyn Manson and anyone who believes it is, is stupid. Frank seems to get annoying to the apparent Marilyn as he gets closer and closer to finding out his name. But...will Frank ever find out his actual name? **Story is more interesting then the description. Trust me** **EDIT: will have made up stuff that does not happen in real life (so don't complain about it or give me shit)**

"It didn't feel right, nothing did anymore, the names and faces would jumble out through his ears at night anyway. They didn't fit right there, and Gerard knows they never will." YOU ASKED FOR IT AND I GAVE IT TO YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHY EVERYONE WANTS KINKY STUFF BUT, KINKY STUFF SELLS, SO...

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)

geebear: ummm who is this? frnk is typing...

"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

Eravamo riusciti a raggiungere le 66.6K visualizzazioni ma é durato tipo solo un'ora, poi é diventato subito 66.7K rip. But still. 6.66K YOOOOOO - "Ed eccolo lì, il gruppo di disagiati della scuola: il depresso incapace, lo strambo, quello con gli attacchi di panico, e la femminuccia sfigata. Era buffo il fatto che proprio loro si fossero trovati e riuniti. Era un gruppo che si poteva prendere di mira non solo per una, ma per quattro ragioni." -Cap. 1//La mia camicia sa di tonno. "«Davvero. Siamo confusi entrambi, sentiamo le stesse cose. Abbiamo paura. Io ho paura. Tu...Tu non so cosa mi fai. Mi stai smuovendo qualcosa dentro. Fai vacillare tutto quello in cui credevo, tutto quello che pensavo.» Gli baciò una guancia, bloccando così una lacrima. «Fai tremare il mio mondo.» Sussurrò interrompendo il contatto e poggiando la fronte contro quella dell'altro. Gerard chiuse gli occhi, strusciando il viso contro quello dell'amico. «E tu fai tremare il mio cuore.»" -Cap. 16//Tremiti. "Com'é buffo, il destino." -Just another chapter in the end.

*HAPPY ENDING CONFIRMED* Cats and dogs seemingly don't get along. It's actually a known fact. They mixed as well as water and oil. Well, that is except for Gerard and Frank. The unstoppable gay looser duo. Another thing: Gerard is a cat. And Frank is a dog well, wolf...... Same thing! Follow the young couple as they fight for what is right. (With cute fluff and friends on the way.) ----------------------------------------------------------------- Warning: this story includes sex, slight gore, and the f-word. If you are sensible to these things you can go fuck yourself THERE WILL BE AMAZING KINKY GAY SEX COVER MADE BY @PASTELPUNKPRINCESS I DON'T OWN MCR.

Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.