Frank and Gerard fuck. A lot.

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...)

[Y/N]'s life was never the best, it was harsh, dull and filled with darkness. But when she meets the mysterious Jack Frost, he seems to bring back some light into her life. Maybe he can help her be happy again...

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

Michael Clifford Smut :) I'M TAKING REQUESTS!!!

Jamie (Jamilla) Nelson is always ousted and the outcast in highschool until she meets her hot new math teacher, mr. hood. when he suddenly makes a move on her during afterschool tutoring, things turn out for the worst. or the better, depending on how you look at it...

Michael Clifford killed him self a week after his daughter, Elie, was born and she is determined to find out more as she gets older. She fines out more about herself along the way

"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.

-REWRITTEN/EDIT THE ENTIRE STORY ON 7/24/17- Coughing, the smoke swirled in front of me as beams of black and white flashing lights raced across my vision, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. My lungs ached as they tried to pull in clean oxygen, my eyes straining to see through the grey haze. Once the smoke dissipated some, I could see we had appeared in the middle of a road. It was cracked and full of potholes, the yellow lines coated with dirt and grime from over the years it seemed. Taking a better look around, it looked like a bomb had gone off and I was witnessing the remainders of a city.