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.

Pete Wentz was used to late night hook-ups, drunken kisses, and getting on his knees. For anyone. Mikey Way was used to coffee cups, The Smiths, and hearing about his brother's boyfriend every second. So why Pete Wentz ended up writing Mikey Way a song and performing it at a house party was beyond everyone.

(Completed) 1837, England; Lord Michael Way, the Juliet, the Duke's son with a taste for unconventional women meets Peter Wentz, the Romeo, the tailor's son with a bad habit of falling in love with the wrong people. A Petekey fic written in the Victorian era. Written by @HellaBrendon and @musicalromantic. March; 2017- October; 2017

Unholyverse is a collection of fan written stories about My Chemical Romance in which Gerard is a priest. I take no credit from any of this, the Unholyverse series was originally written by Bexless on AO3. This is a Frerard fan-fiction.

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

2:21 AM xfrnk: podobno jeśli codziennie pisze się do kogoś o konkretnej godzinie ta osoba się w tobie zakocha xfrnk: a ta godzina jest dla mnie ważna xfrnk: so c'mon xfrnk: zakochaj się we mnie ~ frerard texting ✉ book I zakończone 11/04/16 30/06/16 03/09/16 - #775 in fanfiction ily oznaczam jako "dla dorosłych" bo boję się, że mi usuną ©niepodobna 2016

Mówili, że to tylko niewinna gra. Nikt nie podejrzewał, jak tragiczne mogą być skutki. Dziękuję @Agnes_Norbury za wykonanie tak cudownej okładki ❤️

Rodzice szesnastoletniego Franka Iero kupują dom i wraz z synem przeprowadzają się do Jersey City. Młody chłopak zaczyna naukę w nowej szkole, poznaje nowych znajomych i natrafia na pewnego szatyna, który od razu budzi w nim nieznane dotąd uczucia. Jednak czy Frank kiedykolwiek dowie się, kim tak naprawdę jest tajemniczy chłopak? *** [ZAKOŃCZONE]

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