Frank Iero is a mess-plain and simple. He isn't living, just surviving, and even though no seventeen-year-old should feel this way, he can't seem to snap out of it. Frank knows his life is going nowhere, so he wastes his nights away at the local bar, drowning his problems in a drink and hooking up with anyone who looks at him twice. He doesn't care if he is being a slut-Frank just loves sex. He actually feels wanted, even if it's only for an hour or two. But when one thing leads to another, and Frank finds his way into his own teacher's bed, will he finally discover everything he has been looking for, or will it all end in disaster? ~~~ Teacher/Student AU *trigger warning for drinking, self-harm, mental illnesses, depression, etc.*

Frank Iero makes a comment that he probably shouldn't have and gets stuck in detention with his fiery psychology teacher, Mr. Way.

[This is the sequel to Tell Me I'm A Bad Man, it's not a necessity to read that first, but you probably should] Frank was under the impression that as soon as he'd graduated and moved to New York with Gerard, everything would be, well, perfect. Though he wasn't completely naïve - he knew that the presence of Gerard's apparently suicidal ex-boyfriend was going to make things difficult, but he didn't know that his intense distrust of the man would start to break down the relationship he'd tried so hard to keep. And then lies upon lies upon lies from everybody start to build, until nobody's sure of the truth anymore. Six months isn't long, but it's enough. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sexual content, may be triggering for some individuals]

Frank Iero imagine

"There was a small yet lingering feeling somewhere deep inside of my empty chest that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It was as if the seed of a water lily had just buried itself in the bottom of a lake and was patiently waiting for the moment where it would raise its bud from the sand and make its way up to the surface. " Frank Iero has lived his entire life in silence and suffering through a choking loneliness has become his reality, but who can really blame him? For the fifteen year old is constantly haunted by the aftermath of social phobia and the unbroken urge that is longing for self destruct. The only element that seems to have the ability to cast a slight glimpse of light over Frank's nothing but miserable life, is turning his endless pain into tragically beautiful melodies that echoes through his parents garage late at night. He loathes his own guts more than words will ever be capable of describing and is awfully convinced that he is doomed to live a life of desolation, unless he puts a tragic end to it. But when a certain teacher with fiery red hair and hazel green eyes, regardless of society's rules starts to break through the walls that he has subconsciously built up, will Frank's fatal beliefs then start to fade out, or is he simply a lost cause? And what do you do when your savior isn't allowed to save you?

Part two of Frerard one shots. Begin your journey with epic gay tales from the sea. Who knows, maybe once your done reading you'll be gayer than Elton John himself.

°•. a collection of frerard oneshots; mostly smut, but you'll get your fill of fluff, as well. please feel free to skip the jalex and kellic at the very beginning. enjoi xoxo-- ps. you are most definitely a beautiful human being! please read these if you are happy, sad, or any other funny feeling .•°

((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 come from smoking behind the art block with Jamia, who he reckons is on her path to being the next Lindsay Lohan. But then, things really do change, because perhaps Jamia's matchmaking abilities aren't quite as shitty as Frank reckons, and perhaps this 'social gathering' he's dragged along to, does have some benefit to him after all. And perhaps, Frank will draw a face to the name of Gerard - Mikey's older brother, who really despite living in the same town, is worlds away from the reality Frank's stuck in. And on the subject of the unlikely, will Mikey ever finally figure out that Alicia Simmons really doesn't give a fuck about croquet?

To Belleville from Chicago, Frank Iero is another punk teenager who hates moving. That is, until he meets Mikey Way, self-proclaimed Unicorn King, and his band of misfits. Not to mention his ever-growing crush on none other than Gerard Way. With a bit of help from Mikey and Jamia, maybe Frank's crush will become a reality. //I own the plot, not the characters. Sorry I suck at descriptions. Smut and triggers.\\