"What the fuck is going on?" Gerard tries again, slowly, almost looking scared to hear the answer. Frank is positive he's scared to tell it. His tone says / I dare you to lie to me again/, but his eyes say /Frankie, please don't lie to me. / With a deep breath, Frank squeezes his eyes shut and knocks his head back against the wall he's pressed against, willing his mouth to move through the tense grip of fear and shame. "Gerard, I-" -- Or, the one where Frank is an angry, alcoholic police officer hired to go undercover and spy on an infamous crime family... Only to get tangled in with a certain white-haired mobster everyone in his office has been warned about. [ Police/mafia Au: Cop/undercover!Frank, Mafia!Gerard ]

We all lose contact with our loved ones for various reasons. We all fall out ,we break,we loose at our attempt to fake . Josh and Tyler had their fair amount of drama before the world took a sick turn in an attempt to reset earth. And now that the world has changed they have learned that seasons change as people do. // yes this is joshler trash sorry //

Tyler visits a friend on his birthday. (Saying this now: this story is sad)

"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.

/They will never believe you/ Patrick hides his own devastating secrets away from the world and unknowingly so does Pete, but whose will reveal itself first and which one will ruin lives? cover made by @-BMTH-BVB-SWS-PTV- Disclaimers: -This is a fanfiction and everything written does not correspond with any one of the band members/characters real lives, I do not know any of them personally and I do truly respect their personal lives and do not enforce what I am writing onto them. -This fanfiction is subject to mentions of sexual assault, selfharm, depression, anxiety and possibly other triggering occurrences.

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)