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Dichotomous Thinking

Leituras 938
Votos 140
Capítulos 18
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Leituras 938
Votos 140
Capítulos 18
Tempo 43m

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THIS HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED FOR THE TIME BEING!!! :^) I need 2 find the passion i had for this again. could be soon, could be later, could be never.

TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, DEATH (will add more when the story progresses)
  "Wouldn't trade you for the world, swear to God." He murmured.
  They both knew how big of a lie that was. 
  Frank couldn't help but slip out of bed, leaving the room.
  At least now he won't be a burden.
  His lover slept on until morning, not realizing that the so-called love of his life wasn't okay. How could he have known?
  Frank was a good actor.
  ---------------------------
  Dying is painful, watching your love slip through your fingers is harder. Frank learns this after a tragic night on his twenty-fifth birthday, and soon after learns what it means to lose him a second time.  It's totally dichotomous thinking, one extreme or the other. Every thought or situation breaking down to nothing but black or white, good or bad, bliss or misery, all or nothing. When it comes to Frank and Gerard, there is no middle ground.(CC) Atribuição-NãoComercial-CompartilhaIgual

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FATAL SEDUCTION: The Boy In A Cheap Suit | 18+, de Kvng_Diamond

The room was pitch black but I could still see his handsome face. And even if I were put in a crowd and blindfolded, I would still be able to find him. His musky scent wafted across the bed to my nose. My favorite scent in the world. His eyes were on my face and I stared back. It felt like we were communicating with our eyes. Mine was saying "why won't you love me back?" and I was sure that his was saying "why is this dork staring at me?". At the sad thought I closed my eyes and took solace in the silence in the room, calming my raging emotions and fighting the threatening tears. I was half successful when I heard his deep voice. My eyes fluttered open at once as if they had been waiting for him to speak. "I'm sorry for what I said about you earlier" "It's fine" I managed to croak "I was scared and confused but not anymore" I did not understand what he meant. I looked at his face at the other side of the bed trying to decipher what he was trying to say but his face was blank. "Goodnight Marco" he said and closed his eyes. I lay in the same position, looking at the now sleeping figure. I was confused and curious. What do you mean by not anymore? I asked in my mind as if he could somehow hear me. But he couldn't. And I wasn't brave enough to ask. Afraid that my heart would be shattered again by the same person I had fallen madly in love with. The only person my soul longed for. The only person my body lusted for. I lay in that position, watching him sleep till my eyes gave up and closed on their own. ****************************************************** VOTE

Wintertime (Frerard, Sequel to Summertime), de babyspiders

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

SOBER, de BarbaraSz8

Okay guys, this is the fic that wasn't planned at all, but now here it is. Addicted Magnus Bane, from whom life has taken everything, or rather his ex-wife. His huge house, most of his wealth, his self-respect, his pride, and his 3-year-old little one he loved more than anything. He flees into the fog of drugs and alcohol, thus the destruction of his own career is perfectly managed by himself. Will a tall, dark and handsome music therapist (whose watch stopped at 9.30 many years before) be able to help him? NOTES: English is not my first language, so go easy on me. Please don't compare the characters with the characters in Cassandra Claire's books. In my story you will only find references to the TV show. If you don't like it, don't read it. Thank you. I plan to post one chapter per week. No promises, life is pretty hectic. Subscribe or follow me on any of my SMs. (IG, Twitter -link in my bio) I'll always write a post when I add a new chapter. Please mind the tags and the additional warnings in the notes. This time the chapters will be shorter than you're used to from me. (I don't own any of the characters. All belong to Cassandra Claire. The story is my own. I only use the names to make it easier to relate to the story)

The Suicide - Frerard, de souledloveee

Frank Iero was a boy who was alone, sure he had a family, but they never cared about him. All they cared about was his brother, Frank felt alone in the world, no one was there for him, until Gerard Way entered his life and changed everything, little did Frank know that Gerard's life was gonna end so quickly, along with his. This is how Frank Iero and Gerard Way, both committed suicide. WARNING: I highly advise that if you are sensitive to these topics, do not read the book. (Suicide mention) (Self harm mention) (Smoking mention) (Abuse mention) (Sexual Abuse mention) ---------------------------- ALTERNATE ENDING VERSION IS ON MY PAGE.

Project "homophobia is gay", de NoisilyLeftCat

Highschool is a living hell. At least that's Gerard's opinion because he can't pass the hallways without being shoved against lockers or called a "fag". God, how Gerard hated this word. In his last year of school, he decides to take a risk and starts a school project in which he wants to find out why all of his teachers and classmates hate homosexual people so much. For his project "homophobia is gay" he interviews a few people but decides that this won't be enough. What if he could introduce one of them to his world and show them that it's not bad to be gay? And what if this person was Frank Iero, the guy who has a list of girls he slept with right under his mattress at home, and an abhorrence against the red-headed boy? *Warnings*: bad language, homophobia, smut, abuse

If You Marry Me, Would You... (Frerard), de MikeyXo12

"Gerard Arthur Way, my light, my love, my image of utter perfection, will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me? And if you marry me, would you stay mine forever, and never let anything or anyone bring us apart again? I love you." "I..." ~~~~ Vampire Frerard. Frank didn't even know how he got there. He was only looking for a shortcut to his lonely apartment in the cold night of New Jersey when he found himself being attacked by a stranger man. But this man appears to be a lot more trouble than he thought, as he is revealed to be one of the most dangerous creatures Frank has ever seen. What will happen when he gets into this mess, a 24 year-old man, college dropout, gay, with no family or friends, along with the walking mystery guy Gerard Way? Written with 100% respect for the real people, 100% fiction with no intentions on hurting anyone! (This is one of those edits where I tell you that I wrote this story when I was 14, meaning it's a hot mess and I had 0 grammar and made most of it up as I went)

$Animals {Frerard}, de jxminie_pxbo$

**HONOR AWARDS 1ST PLACE FANFICTION** Frank's life changed forever when he was 22 years old. And it will never be the same again. Two unbelievable, inexplicable events occured, driving off any normalicy in Frank's life. One good. One bad. But both of them crazy. Insane. Firstly a mysterious, morbid string of murders occured in Frank's town, just metres from his house. The victims were mutilated, slits cut along their bodies. The area fell into panic, the press labelling the serial killer as 'America's Ripper'. The second crazy thing was less of a thing, and more of a person. Gerard Way. An abnormally charming, strangly confident outcast that made it his duty to befriend Frank. But Frank has never met anyone like Gerard, and he starts to fall for him. Together, the two of them must face the menace that haunts the neighborhood, and find out if their relationship will break or hold strong. "Fire tests gold" ((Trigger warnings: Swearing, mild violence/gore))

You're only 17... (frerard fanfic) (teacher X student) COMPLETED, de ithrowcarrots420

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.

Don't Look Down, de xxfallout_mcrxx

Gerard way and Frank Iero have always passed each other in the hallway but never spoke a word to one another. They are both alike in many ways. Both loners who feel like they don't quite belong. Frank mostly spends his days depressed and alone. The occasional hurtful remarks from his fellow classmates and father wearing him down. Frank's family issues seem to swallow him hole which is mainly why he feels like throwing in the towel... permanently. Gerard lives to protect those he cares about. Though, he has a bit of an edgy attitude most people learn to respect. There's more to Gerard than what the outside shows. His brother Mikey and best friend Ray know glimpses of how he really feels, and how complications from the past really fuck with his behavior. But, their differences don't keep them apart considering these strangers are forced into each other's lives when Gerard finds Frank attempting to commit suicide. Can Gerard help Frank without revealing his own problems and emotions or will they become too much to bare? *Trigger warning *Still editing mistakes( I'm fully aware my grammar sucks) *also warning this is terribly written. I wrote this when I was 13 and finished when I was like 15. Now I'm editing as much as I can to make it less embarrassing. Sequel "Never look up" both fanfics make me cringe tbh

Through My Veins - Frerard, de EmoInTraining

Gerard was in town to visit his brother Mikey like any normal good brother would do, but things turn out to be a bit complicated when he 'accidentally' kills his brother's friend, and it gets even more complicated when that friend doesn't stay dead for long. Things seem complex now but it gets even worse when Gerard is haunted down by a bitter ex boyfriend and a powerful demon, how will he manage to survive all that? And could his not-so-dead victim be his end or salvation? Tbfh I suck at description but I do encourage reading this, it's kinda promising when you get into it... well, I sure hope so. All the love, HR xx.

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FATAL SEDUCTION: The Boy In A Cheap Suit | 18+ cover

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FATAL SEDUCTION: The Boy In A Cheap Suit | 18+

The room was pitch black but I could still see his handsome face. And even if I were put in a crowd and blindfolded, I would still be able to find him. His musky scent wafted across the bed to my nose. My favorite scent in the world. His eyes were on my face and I stared back. It felt like we were communicating with our eyes. Mine was saying "why won't you love me back?" and I was sure that his was saying "why is this dork staring at me?". At the sad thought I closed my eyes and took solace in the silence in the room, calming my raging emotions and fighting the threatening tears. I was half successful when I heard his deep voice. My eyes fluttered open at once as if they had been waiting for him to speak. "I'm sorry for what I said about you earlier" "It's fine" I managed to croak "I was scared and confused but not anymore" I did not understand what he meant. I looked at his face at the other side of the bed trying to decipher what he was trying to say but his face was blank. "Goodnight Marco" he said and closed his eyes. I lay in the same position, looking at the now sleeping figure. I was confused and curious. What do you mean by not anymore? I asked in my mind as if he could somehow hear me. But he couldn't. And I wasn't brave enough to ask. Afraid that my heart would be shattered again by the same person I had fallen madly in love with. The only person my soul longed for. The only person my body lusted for. I lay in that position, watching him sleep till my eyes gave up and closed on their own. ****************************************************** VOTE