Gerard Way is a virgin. A pathetic, gay, red-haired little virgin. But he was okay with that. People in school avoided him, hell, they didn't even know who he was, and that was how it was. Until a good 'friend' of Gerard's started a rumor. A rumor that was bound to destroy everything Gerard had come to know, and even a little more in the process. Nothing good could come out of this situation, or so Gerard thought. But a certain boy with converse and a lip piercing would beg to differ. (Ok I suck at writing intros. The story will be better, I promise...)

"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.

[Frerard AU] Frank loves ice cream more than anything and one day he meets someone who is just as sweet as ice cream tastes. [Trigger warnings: BDD, Eating disorders]

*the fic that doesn't care about ages in the slightest and I still don't know if it's Pikey or Petekey* The Way brothers weren't competitive, not in the slightest. Even in how gay they were. Because Gerard was clearly the winner. The adventures of Gee and Frankie spreading the gay to the middle school in BelleVille. PDA is A-Okay when spreading the important message of how great it is to be a flaming homo. When the gayest 13 year old in New Jersey also meets Mikey the gay spreads like wildfire. BelleVille better brace itself for the wave of gay. *fair warning this fic has so many opinionated messages about consent and all that V V V IMPORTANT STUFF*

| Sequel to "Better Off As Lovers" | Mikey Way didn't really know how he got Pete Wentz to write songs about him or convince him to watch fireworks, but it happened. The one thing Mikey knows for sure is that he's not good at spending a day without phone calls or writing short letters. Pete Wentz was never able to put his finger on what it was about lanky Mikey Way that made him like the boy so much. All Pete Wentz knows is long car rides and forgetting to respond to texts. They somehow make it work.