"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."
50 Thoughts That Scare Me. What are they? Smut warning: No smut Boy x Boy- Frerard For questions about translation DM me on Wattpad or @bekahgrace99 on Instagram
"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...
Those brown eyes stared up into Frank's unwavering gaze. Frank's eyes held no emotion as he twisted the knife, causing the man underneath him to let out a whimper, a warm liquid staining Frank's hand.
Gerard Way is an infamous criminal with one thing on his mind. Kill. Especially when he finds the little shitbag that decided to turn his life story into a horror one online. There's only one thing Gerard loves more than murdering senselessly, and that's revenge. ++WARNING++ BLOOD, GORE, VIOLENCE, SWEARING...
That feel when you read one book and end up accidentally killing your girlfriend as a result of it. See, Frank knew reading was bad for you, although it was probably inappropriate to walk up to your girlfriend's dead body and say 'I told you so'. It was quite honestly an accident though, like Frank really did not mean...
((Basically this is one big messy gay bandom AU, features just about every ship in the emo trinity and a few more)) Frank is the only gay guy he knows, stuck in the rather restricting and conservative world of Catholic school with his two best friends and their Catholic upbringings, where his daily adrenaline hits com...
"Sana bir şey söylemem lazım Frank Iero..." dedi çekinerek. Adıma ve soyadıma vurgu yapmıştı. Kızarıp bozararak "Benim de sana..." dedim ve aynı anda en yüksek sesimizle bağırdık; "Seni ölene dek seveceğim!"
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 theat...
|DISCONTINUED| Working at a comic book store was supposed to be easy. So what the hell was this little punk doing here making things so much harder?
Gerard found love in the form of vodka bottles and pill bottles and staying up too late with strangers. Frank found hope in the boy with messy black hair and who smelled like whiskey. And something went right when the two met.
Frank's mother forces Frank to pick up the school weirdo after school and drop him back home during a snowstorm. That weirdo's name is Gerard.
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...
