After a failed suicide attempt, Frank Iero is placed into an induced coma to prevent any further self harm. While he's asleep, he's visited by what he believes is an angel who sings to him. When Frank finally awakens, it becomes his obsession to find who the voice belongs to. [[Trigger Warning! Suicide-- do not take this warning lightly. Suicide is a main theme. Pretty explicit self-harm, child abuse, underage drinking, reckless behavior, and depression. If you notice anything else that needs tagged, please let me know!]]

Gerard sneaks out all the time. That's basically all. (Small trigger warnings)

Two boys move into the Iero house as foster kids. The younger brother is like a parental figure for his older brother who lost most of his memory and developed a mental disorder after an accident. But Frank Iero is there to help the older brother through a lot of things and surprisingly, the older brother begins to trust Frank more than he trusts his younger brother.

Gerard's wardrobe isn't your normal 22 year old guy's. And Frank is really, really into that.

Gerard is a fucked up teenager that is addicted to coffee, cigarettes, comic books, art, sex and drugs but as the sweet, innocent Frankie moves into town can Gerard develop a new addition to this cute little 16 year old?

Frank whimpered desperately, looking up at Gerard. "P-Please.." He whined. Gerard let out a light chuckle. "What? Did your mama teach you how to use your manners when begging someone to fuck you?" Gerard smirked, crossing his arms whilst he looked down at the younger, shorter boy. "N-No..." Frank's voice trailed off, biting his lip. "But D-Daddy did..." *SLOW UPDATES*

❝ @geeway commented on your post: damn baby you looking hella fine @frnkiero replied to your comment: sleaze ❞ {started 2 july, 2017. finished 9 aug, 2017.} ©prettyiero all rights reserved. a ferard/frerard fanfiction

HIGHEST RANKING WAS #1 IN FERARD "I've seen you at school... you have autism, right?" Ha. Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm the kid with autism or maybe I'm that kid that got sent to rehab, did drugs, or had sex at the age of 13. But I'm only one of those. "Frank, right?" I did a stiff nod, slowly looked over at him and said, "the kid with autism." ×××completed//there are probably a few spelling and grammer errors, i wrote this when i was 12, it's my first frerard pls feel free to hate×××

teacher gerard / student frank frerard fic