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

The tragic story of porcelain boy and the broken angel.

one-shots cu trupe. total ficțiune. majoritatea detaliilor nu se potrivesc cu realitatea și sunt conștientă de asta.

Frank is a hopelessly short, hopelessly desperate, and just generally hopeless highschooler, whose only friend is the amazingly tall kid with the 'fro: Ray Toro. School is mundane, school is just, well, school: Lindsey Ballato is a goddess, Pete Wentz is a MySpace whore, and Brendon Urie totally deserved getting kicked in the balls last summer, but then Mikey fucking Way turns up and before Frank knows it he's over at the Way household and swooning over an unfairly hot older brother who has totally just made out with an overly casual Lindsey Ballato. And that's not even to mention Gerard's past and sort of ex-boyfriend Bert McCracken who he kind of did, kind of didn't leave in the old town he and Mikey just moved from, but what is for sure is that Gerard Way can't help but stare at Mikey's sort of best friend, Frank, just a little too much. But Gerard is older and sort of world's away from Frank's league: he's like Lindsey Ballato - unobtainable and godly, and most definitely a member of the elite sex club that Frank reckons Lindsey's involved in. And this elite club of people who've seen Gerard Way naked? Let's say, Frank Iero wants in... to Gerard's pants. However Mikey thinks that it's less of a club and more of a support group.

Vampires. For years they'd been the main attraction of horror films, gore fests and Halloween, of gothic romance and thriller fiction. Creepy blood suckers who burnt in sunlight and could turn into bats, slept upside down from the rafters and spoke with a Transylvanian accent. They were not real. Make-believe. Pretend. Fiction. (Frerard oneshot, vampire au, NC-17)

Five days out of seven, Gerard watches this little punk and his two friends come in and out of his gas station, wander around, then leave without paying for anything. This time, when the delinquent decided to speak to Gerard, things go differently than one might imagine. *thank you @bulletsxchem on twitter for the idea this ones for u ;*