Frank has been in love with tagging since he was thirteen, and although some people would call it a crime, Frank thinks its art. After getting in trouble for tagging a man's shop, he makes it his job to annoy this guy as much as possible, but it turns out impossible not to catch feelings. Despite this, Frank doesn't think he can fall for someone who isn't as passionate about art as he is... And then comes in Red Venom.

So, this is based on an anime called "Sensitive Pornograph" (no I'm not a creep). I decided to turn it into a Frerard to try and overcome my writing block, and hopefully that'd work. Thanks for reading :)

Frank Iero liked to prove people wrong, he proved his family wrong by going to college, he proved his professors wrong by finishing it- but he has never been able to prove himself wrong. So when he is offered a job to get him off the streets and out of the gutter he says 'Why not?' but will his closed off attitude clash with his boss? Gerard Way is an artist, the type of artist that is introvert and a coffee addict, an artist that lives and breathes his passion. But now he is lost in a world of black, he hates being poked and pushed by doctors and he had given up all hope of ever getting out of the consuming void he finds himself in. But with a new person in his life will he begin to see things a little more brighter, or will he be left broken hearted?

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.

"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PEOPLE ON THIS FANFIC, I only own the characters and the story.

Frank just feels empty.

Gerard had no clue how this rude ass hoe found his Kik. But Gerard didn't really care

Gray. That's all Gerard saw. He hated the gray. All he wants is to see the colors his grandmother and grandfather taught him and his brother as they grew up. He knows everything about them, he just needs to see them. But what happens when he finally sees them?