I'm Mikey Way, the grand twenty year old virgin and general klutz when it came to anything vaguely romantic, with a twenty five year old hermit of a brother who only leaves the basement to visit his not quite boyfriend, Frank. I'm also an anti-social mess who's most definitely going to get kicked out of his English course at college by the professor who's more than a little convinced I'm a pyromaniac, unless by some miracle the guy I met at the comic store who wants to suck me off is actually a reincarnation of William Wordsworth. I think Pete may be one of the weirdest people I've ever met, I mean, there are not many people who find amusement in so casually involving blowjobs in their first conversation with you. Pete was a man whore, I thought man whore was a pretty weird term, but I guess Pete was a pretty weird person, so it just sort of fit, like pieces in a puzzle, or a dick in his mouth, apparently. Maybe things would end up with Pete being my friend, or maybe even something more than that, wouldn't that just be... odd? Puzzle pieces, huh? But things are never quite that straight forward, things just love to stray just off the key of reason.

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.

Sept. 11, 2001 5:32 PM Gerard Way formed the group chat

Gerard Way is an infamous criminal with one thing on his mind. Kill. Especially when he finds the little shitbag that decided to turn his life story into a horror one online. There's only one thing Gerard loves more than murdering senselessly, and that's revenge. ++WARNING++ BLOOD, GORE, VIOLENCE, SWEARING, SUICIDE, AND MURDER (POSSIBLY ABUSE) TRIGGER WARNING IS VERY PROMINENT!

Basically just a bunch of My Chemical Romance memes that I post because I have no life...

"So...you don't know me?" He pauses for a while and thinks. But he's positive that he has never met a "Frank" in real life. "Y-yes?" He said a little unsure of his answer. "Yes?" The other man repeats. Gerard didn't want to hurt the man, and his heart is tugging at his mind. After all, he has never met someone so intoxicating and mind blowing at first sight. He looked...vulnerable. "Yes," Gerard said with confidence. "I know you, Frankie" ------------------------------ Hopefully, I'm NOT unpublishing this book again. :)

|DISCONTINUED| Working at a comic book store was supposed to be easy. So what the hell was this little punk doing here making things so much harder?

Damn it's finally in order. If there are repeated chapters, sorry. Updated every time I feel like updating. SAD ENDING CONFIRMED* One choice to save the country. But that same choice might fail. It is all up to America. On how they'll defend themselves against the Germans. You know what their one choice is? Read to find out. *I mentioned it was a sad ending, and it's comfirmed, but... It doesn't means I'm telling the truth... I cringe at my first book, so no mean comments thank you.