Screw the fluffy cute crap and let's get straight to the point; Pregnancy sucks. And it's only worse when you're a man. Frank finds himself at the party of the year with the guy of his dreams. After only one night, Frank finds himself falling hard for Zacky, and it seems like Zacky feels the same way, until Frank's friends jokingly convince him to take a pregnancy test... That turns out positive. Frank can't be pregnant though-- He's a boy! Suddenly, Frank's life is turned upside down, becoming the center of attention when everyone wants to know the same thing; How does a teenage boy become pregnant? Governmental testing, news vans parked on his lawn, an apathetic boyfriend, and morning sickness seem to all become overwhelming and Frank only has one person he can turn to. His best friend, Mikey. But what happens when Mikey's older brother, Gerard, comes into the picture? Can he help save Frank, in more ways than one?

A story how Frank finds it in his heart to love cats. (Completed.)

It's 2018 and people think that the apocalypse has ended. Where cities, homes, businesses and humble towns once stood, now there lies only death, only destruction, only emptiness. Only the moans and the shuffles of the living dead. But in reality, it's only just begun. And for two lonely boys, once separated from each other by dead-town states and not even aware of each other's existence, it's far from being over. It's not about saving the world. It's about saving themselves. ----------------------------------

"Gerard, what's going on? Gerard, please. Gerard, I need you. Gerard, stop this. I can't do this without you. What's happening? Please. Just listen to me." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: may be triggering for some individuals]

((Basically this is one big messy gay bandom AU, features just about every ship in the emo trinity and a few more)) Frank is the only gay guy he knows, stuck in the rather restricting and conservative world of Catholic school with his two best friends and their Catholic upbringings, where his daily adrenaline hits come from smoking behind the art block with Jamia, who he reckons is on her path to being the next Lindsay Lohan. But then, things really do change, because perhaps Jamia's matchmaking abilities aren't quite as shitty as Frank reckons, and perhaps this 'social gathering' he's dragged along to, does have some benefit to him after all. And perhaps, Frank will draw a face to the name of Gerard - Mikey's older brother, who really despite living in the same town, is worlds away from the reality Frank's stuck in. And on the subject of the unlikely, will Mikey ever finally figure out that Alicia Simmons really doesn't give a fuck about croquet?

Frank and Gerard were childhood friends. And then they were enemies. Finally, they became strangers. They'd been friends though, and maybe they'd been a little too affectionate, because everyone thought the two of them would get married someday. Before they became enemies, they had even agreed to use each other as a backup plan. If, by the time they both reached their thirtieth year, they hadn't found someone to marry, they'd marry each other. They have thirty three days left. THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR 18+ AUDIENCES. I can't stop you from reading it at whatever age you are, but please be advised. DISCLAIMER: This fic features Brendon Urie as a character. It was written before allegations were made of Brendon's conduct, and I in no way support him or his actions.

Frank is a skilled assassin. He kills people for a living. He is not meant to fall in love with someone he's been hired to kill. He's supposed to just kill the guy and get it over with. If that's the case then why is Gerard Way still alive? This was originally published to Archive of Our Own, and I am aware that this story has been published on this website before, however I am the original author and that version was unauthorized. This is the "official" version. THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR 18+ AUDIENCES. I can't stop you from reading it at whatever age you are, but please be advised.