Pete gravitates towards Mikey. He doesn't mean to, but he's always been a sucker for brown eyes and half smiles that have secrets hidden behind them. Patrick and Andy warn him about Mikey Way. He tries to listen to them, about the rumors that talk about Mikey's older brother and how Mikey is a "bit weird", but why listen to rumors when you can listen to Mikey Way talk, like actually talk, instead? They sit together, huddled in the back of the classroom, whispering. Ms. Ped doesn't notice. Or maybe she does notice, but doesn't care. Pete couldn't care less. Mikey whispers about bass guitars and coffee and lame parties he's been to. As September moves along, he tells Pete about his older brother and the music he plays and his weird-ass dreams. Pete listens to everything he says. High school AU where Pete Wentz is in love with Mikey Way and honestly has no clue.

As I make my way down the street, a familiar sight catches on my peripheral vision. Suddenly, the feeling of nostalgia kicks me. It was like remembering your first crush, your first kiss, and your first lover all at once. I know it's him. It's got to be him. "Brendon?" He turns around. Just then, at that time, I remember all the memories I've had with Ryan. Late night grocery shopping, going undercover as we sneak our way out of the tour bus, and talking about our future like we can predict it. He was still the Ryan I loved.

She wasn't born cool for the summer, so they locked her up in the basement thinking she would rot there. How wrong they were when they found out that she lived a secret life down there... and what a life! Oh, I forgot to introduce her to you. Her name is Poot. INTRODUCTION VIDEO BY THE AUTHOR: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtYdReP7xnU

In which Gerard is an awkward fuck who likes women's clothing more than he probably should and Frankie is the drag queen who has stolen Gerard's heart. There is only one problem-Frankie doesn't know Gerard exists, and Gerard isn't doing anything to correct that unfortunate oversight, no matter how badly he wants to. ~~~ Drag Queen AU Completed

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)

So I had this idea to write a crack fic so I did enjoy (this is the stupidest thing I've ever made, I love you all)

[This is the sequel to Tell Me I'm A Bad Man, it's not a necessity to read that first, but you probably should] Frank was under the impression that as soon as he'd graduated and moved to New York with Gerard, everything would be, well, perfect. Though he wasn't completely naïve - he knew that the presence of Gerard's apparently suicidal ex-boyfriend was going to make things difficult, but he didn't know that his intense distrust of the man would start to break down the relationship he'd tried so hard to keep. And then lies upon lies upon lies from everybody start to build, until nobody's sure of the truth anymore. Six months isn't long, but it's enough. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sexual content, may be triggering for some individuals]

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.