"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.

The unholy union of a high school AU and a ghost story. Gerard's life takes a strange turn when his family moves to a small town in Vermont and he discovers the locals aren't all what they seem to be. Also includes: unexpected nature walks, murder, pining, improper treatment of crime scenes, a number of bone-related puns, high school bullies, and a short-range shrub named Ferdinand.

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.

Frank Iero, a down-on-his-luck Jersey Mike's employee, realizes that he is actually inside a Frerard fanfiction written by a teenage girl. Warning: This story contains... -Strong Language -Violence -Mild Gore -Mild NSFW scenes -A writer's fragile ego -New Jersey -The Big Gay -Lame puns May also contain nuts. Those with nut allergies are advised to avoid contact with this fanfiction. Please consult a doctor or physician if erection lasts longer than five hours. Original content. Do not steal. If you steal this, the author will break into your house in the middle of the night and drink all of your shampoo. Cover artwork by @ecto.bat on Instagram. You better show her some love and support or else.

"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