This is going to be a boyxboy story, so if you don't feel comfortable reading this, don't. I'm perfectly fine if you're against these things, but if you don't like this story then stop reading it. Thank you. Jake thought he would be alone forever, but he thought wrong. After one great night with his new "boyfriend" he find out that he's pregnant? Although he finds it weird to be pregnant he also finds it beautiful. To add on to what he finds out, he finds out that his boyfriend Matt is a werewolf! WARNING!!!! I have not edited this yet, so I am truly sorry if there are any mistakes!

TW: CNC and heavy BDSM HELLOOO! this story was originally written for AO3 so the content is very much a lot for some people here. i've realized this and changed the tags, my apologies!!

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.

Frank Iero is a college freshman who couldn't care any less about his classes or about school at all... that is, until he decides to attend his unwanted art class. It doesn't take him long to grow quite a liking towards the strict, yet playful and flirty teacher, Professor Way. However, the more Frank falls for him, the more problems seem to arise and prevent them from being together. Will Frank succeed in winning his teacher over?

Completed. Word count: 52,513 Stock·holm Syn·drome - noun: a psychological response in which victims develop feelings of trust and compassion for their captor, almost as if they're not being held as a hostage. Li·ma Syn·drome - noun: a condition in which abductors develop a sense of sympathy for their hostages, sometimes resulting in romantic attraction.

TW IN ADVANCE: bl00d, sw34r1ng? s3xu4l content, s3lf h4rm, 1ntrus1v3/dark/s3xu4l th0ughts, 34t1ng d1s0rd3r Frank Iero is a senior in high school, he gets put into an art class where he meets his new teacher, Mr. Way. Frank notices his teacher is... well... gorgeous, and very, VERY sexy. Mr. Way notices the same thing about Frank, not to mention that he is talented and they have a lot in common. One day Mr. Way notices something about Frank, and well, let's just say Frank finally has someone to talk to. They become close and have a pretty good friendship, but they might want to take things farther than just teacher and student, but other than Mr. Way being Franks teacher, there's an issue... Gerard is 21, Frank is 17.

Sweet, innocent Kellin Quinn has been taken by a psychopath and locked up in his basement. His only source of comfort being the boy locked up in the room next to his, Vic. Why has he been brought here and what are the lunatic's intentions?.....

When Kellin Quinn is kicked out and forced to go to boarding school, what happens when his roommate is Vic Fuentes; biggest bully and douche bag in school? The story will be told from Kellin's POV unless stated otherwise. Viewer discretion is advised for there will be smut, rape, triggering thoughts, and triggering actions such as self-harm and anorexia.

Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

After Vic and Kellin leave the slave trade, all is fine and dandy. But this is a fanfiction. There's no way there isn't gonna be some drama with our favorite kinky characters ^.^ This description will probably be re-written in the near future so yea XD ATTENTION: THIS WAS WRITTEN BY GABI NOT ME THIS IS NOT MY WORK UNLESS COPY AND PASTE MEANS THIS IS MY WORK THAN YES THIS COULD BE CALLED MINE (that was a joke I'm not serious) (not the part about Gabi writing it, that is real) (but then again my whole life is a joke) (fml just read the goddamn book) (or not I guess I can't really make you do anything) (okay I'm done now)