❝ unknown number: when are you taking the tape off of your webcam? unknown number: i miss ur face :-( "what the fuck?" ❞ ©prettyiero all rights reserved. a frerard fanfiction.

Frank Iero never felt like he belonged-not with his so-called friends, not in his broken home, and definitely not in the cold, candle-lit walls of the church his mother forced him into. Rebellious, reckless, and drowning in self-destruction, he doesn't believe in redemption. But Gerard Way does. At 24, he's devoted his life to God, preparing for priesthood while guiding a local youth group. When Frank is pushed into his orbit, neither of them expects the quiet pull between them-one that feels as dangerous as it is inevitable. Faith, sin, and desire blur together in a story about longing, guilt, and the things we aren't supposed to want. WARNINGS: Age gap, religion, smut, drug and alcohol abuse, mental health, homophobia.

they're both familiar with needles; one as a tattoo artist and one as a bruised, beaten addict - [i completely respect frank & gerard and their significant others; this is purely fiction and for entertainment only]