teacher frank basically

"Rule number five, whatever happens inside the circle, stays inside the circle, got it?" In which Gerard is an innocent 17 year old who is threatened and turned on by the punk fuckboy he's never talked to. Until the punk fuckboy invites Lindsey Ballato to play a game of the all so famous truth or dare at a party she happened to force Gerard to come to, and that Frank Iero happened to throw. WARNING: WILL BE SMUTTY

Gerard Way is a virgin. A pathetic, gay, red-haired little virgin. But he was okay with that. People in school avoided him, hell, they didn't even know who he was, and that was how it was. Until a good 'friend' of Gerard's started a rumor. A rumor that was bound to destroy everything Gerard had come to know, and even a little more in the process. Nothing good could come out of this situation, or so Gerard thought. But a certain boy with converse and a lip piercing would beg to differ. (Ok I suck at writing intros. The story will be better, I promise...)

Frank Iero is assigned detention with his art teacher, Mr. Way, after an incident involving spilled coffee and a white David Bowie t-shirt. After the detention, Frank starts to see Mr. Way more. Frank admits that he is a terrible artist, and Mr. Way offers to give him some private lessons.

Here is how you get over mcr

Frank Iero has been picked on everyday in and out of school since he first came in seventh grade. He gets called all the same insults that he did in Maine before he moved. 'Faggot' 'Retard' 'Sinner' it never changes, and neither does he. But.... What if his bully does? !!!!Trigger Warning!!!! Contains self harm and suicide attempts!!!!

64 d.c. Roma imperiale. «Bene, spogliati» ordinò il tribuno. Lo schiavo sgranò gli occhi senza muoversi di un millimetro. «Sei sordo? ho detto "spogliati"» ripetè irritato Gerard. Frank rimase di nuovo fermo, Gerard si avvicinò con passo felpato, afferrò la sua tunica e lo sollevò fino ad eliminare quei centimetri di altezza che li dividevano, il dolore di Frank si fece risentire, dopo essersi placato per qualche ora. «Non sei più servo di Nerone, ma mio, e non ti conviene non eseguire i miei ordini, sei di mia proprietà, quindi vedi di muoverti, altrimenti non sarò così benevolo come l'imperatore» ringriò lasciandolo di botto. Stava quasi per cadere, ma riuscì a rimettersi in piedi, il tribuno non stava scherzando e Frank capì che era il caso obbedire.

((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?

"What are you doing out this late at night?" "Walking" "Well, you shouldn't at this time at night" He smiled showing his fangs before plunging them into the side of my neck