DE•VO•TION- (noun) passionate and selfless affection and dedication to a person I, James Buchanan Barnes, am without a doubt devoted to Steven Grant Rogers. That's how it is now and that's how it was then. For as long as I can remember, Steve has been my everything. Since the day we met... (Pre-War Stucky Story)

-REWRITTEN AS OF 9/15/2025- He'd feel so much better...just one bottle...if he could keep control of himself... "Gerard. Please? Lemme help you." "I'm ..I-I'm sorry Frankie." Because he truly was. Frank was the one who mostly helped take care of him when he was at the lowest. Minus Mikey of course. But Frank was the one who held Gerard after he had vomited and was too weak to help himself sit upright. He was the one who took the brunt of the anger when Gerard lashed out as the withdrawls wrecked his pathetic body. Never once leaving him alone or taking anything personally. Now here Gerard was, alcohol in hand and ready to just toss all of that away.

Frank Iero has been picked on everyday in and out of school since he first came in seventh grade. He gets called all the same insults that he did in Maine before he moved. 'Faggot' 'Retard' 'Sinner' it never changes, and neither does he. But.... What if his bully does? !!!!Trigger Warning!!!! Contains self harm and suicide attempts!!!!

[petekey highschool au] "the night slithers away to take other towns, to make other dreams. looking back at the little town that traps them all, it sighs softly and turns its back." this is the first full fic i ever wrote, so please don't judge it too harshly ☆ completed [trigger warning for: self-harm, drug addiction, dark thoughts, abuse, suicide/suicidal thoughts]

Gerard didn't want that tattoo and he definitely didn't want the baggage that came along with it. [Frerard]

"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."

"You see Frank, the void and me... ...we're old friends."

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.

Frerard. Re-done and hopefully better. Gerard is a vampire and teacher, Frank is his human student, so why does Gerard feel that he's seen the boy before? I do not own anything, but the plot.