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Gerard Way. He's always haunted by his title- the photographer's son. He's new in town and it's only a coincidence that his father owns a photography and development shop. Then Frank Iero pops into his life unexpectedly, scaring Gerard, causing him to spill his photos everywhere. His oath that he would only take one picture of the same person is broken. As their friendship grows, so does Gerard's collection. Best part is, is that Gerard is as oblivious as it gets. He journals everything that happens, including his nights with Frank.(Time era: 1986 and present day)*completed*…

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Mr. Way, age 27, is a creative writing teacher. Frank Iero, age 18, is his favorite student. Frank is bullied repeatedly, and though it really doesn't bother him that much anymore, who but Mr. Way would be his protector and only friend? Things get complicated after their 'date' at the Women's Rights fair in town. *completed*…

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Frank Iero originally had some brotastic friends, all of whom were concerned about his masturbation habits. Or lack thereof. And the real truth? He would rather find someone like him to love than watch others go at it and touch himself while he did so. And he found him. But he came at a cost. A cost that could possibly cost his life.*completed*…

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I felt like I was in a bad dream and couldn't wake up, everything was spinning. My chest hurt from how hard my heart was thumping. This necklace, how in the world did it get here? I didn't take it back here with me, I left it on Frank's grave in Jersey. I discreetly pinched myself to see if I was dreaming, but I didn't wake up. This was real life."Oh! That's mine, the string must've broken loose." I heard a voice.I saw feet at first. Yellow converse shoes. Then I saw pants. Black jeans. Then I saw a jacket. A green camo military jacket, not real obviously. Then I saw tattooed hands holding a coffee cup. They were red, most likely freshly washed. Then I met eyes with the person before me. I dropped the necklace and gasped loudly, holding back a shocked scream. The person's face fell, eyes going wide. They took a step back and then a cautious one forward."Gerard?" They whispered."Frank..."TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, mentions of alcoholism and drug abuse, mentions of sexual assault (rape), mentions of cheating, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH…

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Letters from Frank to Gerard throughout the years…

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Frank Iero has a schedule. He gets beat up mercilessly and a boy comes in, as if by supernatural fate, and cleans him up before the next class. He's the most gentle thing in his life, or so he thinks. Frank has these dreams that haunt him every day. They're violent, bloody dreams. Some of them he enjoys, others set his teeth on edge. He never thought he could be kind enough to have friends until the boy proves him wrong. Very, very wrong.*completed*…

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"God, Gerard," he moaned, "Are you that oblivious?" Frank watched him nod with a shrug. He rolled his eyes and continued nonetheless, "I really like you. I just wanna be fucking normal!" He huffed rubbing his eyes, "I wanna do stuff that I would do if we were normal. Like fucking romance shit. Like holding hands on the roof and looking at stars. Or sing to my Pandora station while we clean parts of the church before Sunday. Or make out in the back of my car and listen to my favorite songs. And god I would kill to dance in the rain with you and not have to worry about anything. No vampire shit. No age gap. No fucking rumors. You know that half of this goddamn town knows about my love life?" He removed his hands from his eyes to stare at Gerard who was staring back intensely, "It sucks. Everything sucks. My fucking life sucks."TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of gore, mentions of loss, mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH…

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"I feel like I'm getting the childhood I've always wanted in my twenties."He laughed at that but then went serious, "Does that mean you found yourself?""No." I exhaled, blowing smoke, "I just found you."*completed*…

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In every love story, nothing goes quite right, does it? It all starts out peachy, heated eye contact, maybe even a kiss or two. But then knives are drawn, bodies fall, bands are started, bands are broken up, and lives are ruined. All is fair in love and war.Right?*completed*…