Frank was always the quiet kid. He got into fights when he shouldn't have, and he didn't often do his homework, and he had a habit of being late to class, but he was somehow still...the quiet one. Yet the teachers were still fond of him, and they took a shine to the kid that got on their nerves. But then he has to leave them behind, and start a whole new school, where his fights, his lateness and his lack of homework aren't as accepted. Even when he befriends the nerdy musical kid who has a crush on their music teacher - but knows that nothing will happen because it's very much illegal - things still seem to go wrong. And then he gets on the wrong side of a certain art teacher, and things just get worse from there. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: there is a LOT of sexual content in this story, and there is a trigger warning on this too]

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 is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

"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 I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

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

Frank and Gerard have had their fair share of ups and downs, it was a long road but they made it. They made it to marriage anyway, they thought the bumps and potholes were over. Now married and both working as teachers at Belleville High, Gerard and Frank are a few years into marriage, everything so blissful and perfect, what could possibly go wrong? Secrets aren't always best kept secret and the truth, well it isn't always what you want to hear. Frank wants everything out in the open, he wants a few tiny things to change, but sometimes removing one tiny pebble makes a landslide. They have kids to look after, careers to hold together and a relationship to keep alive and stable, it's easy. But when they said, 'til death do us part,' did they really mean it? Or were the millions of 'I love you' shared all just something to say? SMUT AND TRIGGER WARNINGS! Alcohol abuse, self harm and definite smut. Cover by @thedeadlypsychic

Sequel, to My Illegal Romance. Frerard, smut and stuff, some chapters are/will be private so you will need to follow me to read some chapters, I'm really sorry about that, but yeah you'll need to follow me to read the really smutty stuff (like Frank strip teasing - you wouldn't wanna miss it now would you?) My descriptions are always so bad, so I'm simply going to say this is sequel to My illegal romance, but it's very different and I'm not actually sure what's going to happen in it yet, it's just gonna happen when it happens so...yeah. SEQUEL OUT NOW - My Way Home Is Through You

DISCLAIMER - This is really poorly written, is unrealistic and the characters are shit because I wrote it when I was 14. If you want a decent story read drowning lessons :) After being expelled from every other school in the area, Frank is forced to join the only high school left - Belleville High. He has one last chance to get high school right, stay out of trouble, get good grades and actually graduate, he's off to a great start...until day one. New school, new friends, new plans, new goals. Unlike his parents would like, his goals for the year however are far from getting good grades, unless getting 'the D' counts as a good grade. Art probably wasn't a good subject to pick, especially as Frank is immediatley attracted to his art teacher, a Mr Way. The fact that it's illegal doesn't change anything, Frank's goal was to get into his teachers pants, legal or not. But of course after being unable to hold back it doesn't affect Gerard either, in fact the risk of being caught is half the fun, but is it love or is it just fucking? WARNING - Smut, trigger warning and alcohol abuse.