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I Don't Give A Shit Sir (Kellic) por vicquinn
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Kellin Quinn is a new student in a boarding school, his eyes set on his attractive english teacher Vic Fuentes.
I Lied When I Said I Was Okay (frerard) por RitalinDisturbance
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“I’m… I-I I’m sorry…” that’s the only thing I manage to choke out. Nobody ever caught me self harming. “You’re always so fucking sorry Gee. Save it, it doesn’t change anything.” He says and his hand wraps around my arm again. “Can I? Please?” he asks, puppy eying me again. This time, I don’t resist. I let him pull my sleeve up, and see all of the burns. He frowns and looks me in the eyes again. “What am I going to do with you…” he shakes his head and pulls me into a hug. That’s good, I can admit I actually needed it. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.
Spectrum (Frerard, Petekey) por babyspiders
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The adventures of 'pretty boy' and 'dyke'. The story of the boy with the boobs who can pack a serious punch, and the girl with a dick and her all mighty powerful butt, and just how the two happen to meet and perhaps happen to fall for one another. And the two's battles against dysphoria, the foes of the judgemental gaze of the outside world, and sometimes themselves, sometimes even each other, but in the end, they both know from that very first moment, the first eye contact: it's the two of them against the motherfucking world. (Trans AU, FTM Frank & MTF Gerard)
Book Wørm (Frank Iero AU) por skull_thief
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(Warning: this story WILL contain graphic language, violence, drug use, and sexual situations, please don't read if you aren't prepared for that. also, I am in no way glorifying mental illnesses or traumatic life events, but I wanted a story with no morals.) Chance loves her job at the corner book store. Frank loves books. Is it as simple as that? No, it rarely ever is. You'd be amazed what you find out about a person when their paths cross daily. You'd be amazed, What the fingers that turn the pages of a book have done, What the eyes that scan the ink printed on the paper have seen. You'd be shocked.
Unholyverse por kenziekitten01
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"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795
School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!] por agender
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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!!
You're a Mind Fuck, Babe por frerardheartpains
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Frank Iero makes a comment that he probably shouldn't have and gets stuck in detention with his fiery psychology teacher, Mr. Way.