Mr Iero is probably the worst and most inexperienced English teacher on the planet, probably even the worst teacher, or even just the worst human being, but this is probably the worst school on the planet, and everyone knows teaching is just about making sixteen year olds laugh in order to better your ego, or at least that's what Frank keeps telling himself. Mr Way is going to get the art department enough funding to have this trip to Paris, even if he dies accomplishing it; other items on his agenda include defending his position as dominant homosexual, and pretentious artist motherfucker, and the new 'amazing' Mr Iero in room sixty eight B has no hopes of stopping him there, even if he is as cute as everyone says, and even if he is totally all for helping Mr Way getting that trip to Paris.

oneshot collection bottom frank : )

(Frerard/ Petekey / maybe more) vampire au! (tw, blood & kinky vamp sex)

Frerard 30-Day Smut Challenge quite self-explainatory.. i promised myself i wouldnt start these, but hey, here i am. if you know me, you know they arent gonna be posted daily, but hopefully you'll like them!! vote,comment, check out my other stories, and enjoy!! i send love and shitty smut, -blue

"Frankie," Party says again and Ghoul freezes, registering the name. After years of knowing the other man, Ghoul has quickly learned that Party is either one of two things. He only calls him by that name now when they're having sex or when he's in a horrible state of mind. Judging by the fact Party's long, worn artist's fingers aren't wrapped around his cock, this time, it's the latter. (inspo & title from "happy pills" by weathers)

Okay, first this was a book that was supposed to have other ships too, but then I was kinda like "fuck it, let's make it entirely frerard, seems to be the only thing I'm writing." So here we are. It's mostly smut but there's some fluff, enjoy!

Frank Iero, 17 years old, gets injuries randomly, out of the blue. He doesn't do them to himself and no one does them to him, that he knows of. He doesn't know why it happens, how it happens, and who or what is doing it to him. After a bad accident he's determined to find out what is happening, but is quite surprised by the source of his wounds.

"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."