❝ 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 is just like any other teenager; living a normal life with an absent father and drunk mother. He has been the 'trouble-maker' of the school ever since kindergarten, where he made his title by cutting girls' hairs and pushing boys. Frank is openly gay and the new art teacher Mr. Way catches his attention, making his purpose to get into Mr. Way's pants, without knowing anything about him. But Mr. Way has secrets, and they both know how dangerous the situation will be, not to mention illegal. The only thing Frank knows is that he wants Mr. Way, and he'll do anything for his teacher to like him back. --- first story warning!! i strongly reccommend you skip this one and read another one of my books!!

Frank has been in love with tagging since he was thirteen, and although some people would call it a crime, Frank thinks its art. After getting in trouble for tagging a man's shop, he makes it his job to annoy this guy as much as possible, but it turns out impossible not to catch feelings. Despite this, Frank doesn't think he can fall for someone who isn't as passionate about art as he is... And then comes in Red Venom.

It's WWIII, and America is becoming desperate. Frank Iero, being old enough to join the army, is persuaded by his father. Not wanting to disappoint his parents or soil his family name, he reluctantly joins. Frank is more or less left in the hands of an ally, Gerard Way, to train and fight alongside until the end. But what if they were holding a secret that would only be released whilst spilling their blood on the battleground?

Gee Way is the hottest girl at Belleville University, but she hides a secret... Or should I say he? Frank Iero is just another heterosexual boy longing after Gee, but it turns out Gee liked him back all along. Their relationship starts like any other: dates, kisses, glances... Will nothing come in between their relationship? Even a dick? That sounds awfully wrong. -blue

Ella Enchanted AU. Frerard. Gerard's life conforms around a curse that orders his obedience. He soon finds himself thrust into the position of protecting the Prince, a well-meaning man named Frank, who just so happens to be falling in love with Gerard. DISCLAIMER: This fic features Brendon Urie as a character. It was written before allegations were made of Brendon's conduct, and I in no way support him or his actions.

An illustrated smutty fanfiction paring Gerard Way and Frank Iero.

Mr Gerard Way, a disheveled Biology teacher with a dying love life, finds the affection he desires in the most unlikely, and almost illegal place. After dating around, unable to find happiness in the conventional way- he settles for that illegal love. Frank Iero, a popular, well-liked 'bully' yet misunderstood young man welcomes the affection of an unexpected individual, however detrimental to both of their mental states. With Mr Way harbouring secrets, will their love ever last? ~>Daddy Kink<~ ~> PEOPLE WHO OFFEND EASILY BEWARE<~ ~> Possible Trigger warnings<~

School is almost over, but the drama is just beginning. Frank and his friends couldn't be happier that the long-awaited Senior trip has finally arrived, even if it means the entire class, including the preps, the jocks, and the stoners are going. And where else would they be going other than the city that never sleeps; Las Vegas. But some of Frank's excitement deflates when he's assigned to room with the biggest jerk in school, Gerard Way. Nothing could be worse... until Frank wakes up in bed with Gerard, no memory of the night before, and a wedding ring. And let the drama begin... WARNING FOR HOMOPHOBIA AND HOMOPHOBIC LANGUAGE

Frank and Gerard weren't dating. They were just friends who held hands and said 'I love you' and fell asleep curled around each other in ridiculous blanket-forts in Gerard's basement sometimes. Besides, nobody questioned Frank and Gerard's mutual, sort-of-in-love-ness. And nobody needed to. It was just who they were.