the milk fic but with my friends *i made this in 8th grade. im now a senior in high school*

Okay so unlike the last fic I republished, I honestly do suggest reading this one. Warning: smut scene is included, and you will more than likely cry bc Jesus Christ I know I did. Like this actually fucked me up. It's kinda all around good tho. Idk just continue 🖤

Just a simple Frerard, written by a boring Bass Therapist.

WARNING!!: VERY MORBID IN SOME PARTS SO IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH ABOUT BLOOD THEN DO NOT READ!! Vampire!Frank Gerard's world has been different since he saw that mysterious boy at the lunch table eating alone. Why out of every kid in this school, this illegally short kid makes the most of an impact? Gerard soon finds out that maybe it's because of this secret that this kid carries with him...one that Gerard wars suppose to find out?

frnkiemo: blocked and reported.

It's been two years since Frank left Gerard, and they haven't spoken since. Frank still isn't over the boy who broke his heart, but he still manages to live and attempt to move on. That is until the two unknowingly apply for the same job and are hired.

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?

"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.

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)