All The Angels (Frerard)

All The Angels (Frerard)

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Starve, binge, purge, repeat. This is the cycle that Gerard Way has followed since he was 12 years old, from the moment his mother and his peers began referring to him with that awful word. The three letter word that made him lose all hope, all confidence, all happiness. "Fat." That word haunted him. It followed him wherever he went. It kept him in line. Part of him did it just so that perhaps someone other than his kid brother would notice him, worry about him, care about him. But no one did. No one, that is, until a chance encounter, with someone whom had been there the whole time, changed his views on others, and most importantly, on himself. This encounter made him realize that, amongst everything dark and evil in this world, angels existed and he had just fallen for one. (tw: ed, drugs, smut, abuse)
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Frank Iero is struggling with his battle against drugs and depression when he meets artist Gerard Way in a coffee shop. The pair immediately hit it off, and begin their new lives together despite their many issues. - "Homophobic comments are not tolerated here," she pointed her nose in the air as she frowned down dramatically at Gerard. She crossed her arms aggressively causing her ponytail to sway behind her. "Listen kid, I'm the biggest fag in this place, so I'll make all the homophobic comments I like, 'kay?" Way sneered back, raising his eyebrows confrontationally and continuing to chew on the stirrer. She stared at him in disgust as Frank giggled, "It's true, he owns pink tools," he pointed out before she rolled her eyes and stomped away. "The color of the tools doesn't impede their ability to be tools- wait why are you digging around in the closet?" Gerard asked as he waved the stirrer around. "Why do you keep pink tools in the closet?" "Tools. I keep tools in the closet because where the fuck else am I going to keep them? I rarely need to hammer or screw anything," Gerard said as he sipped his soulless coffee earning a suggestive wink from the younger. - Dark content warning. Comments are appreciated. Don't be a stranger, babe.

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