Gerard found love in the form of vodka bottles and pill bottles and staying up too late with strangers. Frank found hope in the boy with messy black hair and who smelled like whiskey. And something went right when the two met.

|DISCONTINUED| Working at a comic book store was supposed to be easy. So what the hell was this little punk doing here making things so much harder?

George knows his relationship is falling apart-he really does, but he's not quite sure what to do about that fact. He's tried fixing it, but nothing works, and George is reaching the point where he isn't even sure if he wants to repair the damage if he's the only one putting in any effort. But he's not a cheater, and although he finds himself fascinated with a certain stripper at a club he frequents more than he probably should, it's just a passing crush-nothing more. And it doesn't matter if he spends most of his time with Matty instead of his boyfriend, because they're just friends. He's only doing so because Kyle is out practically every night with fuck knows who, so George is entitled to share his evenings with someone else, it's strictly platonic after all...mostly. ~~~ Stripper AU Wattpad exclusive Completed

Gerard draws dicks for a living. Frank takes them. Gerard Way moves into a new apartment in a dodgy complex where he's bound to get beaten to a pulp after his old place is set on fire by those damned 'youths', and by a certain turn of events, his neighbour, the equally provocative, yet entirely in a different way, Frank Iero, ends up in his bed, and then, everything just really goes to shit.

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.