~>Fully Edited<~ Frank never acknowledged his neighbour. His depression and drinking problem were far too important to him. Whilst drunk and vulnerable, he gets attacked in a deserted alley. What Frank didn't know, was that his neighbour wanted to be closer than he thought. He followed him. He couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to let his lust over Frank to get this out of hand, but he couldn't stop himself. ~>Prequel- Blood<~ ~>Sequel- Urges<~

"Rule number five, whatever happens inside the circle, stays inside the circle, got it?" In which Gerard is an innocent 17 year old who is threatened and turned on by the punk fuckboy he's never talked to. Until the punk fuckboy invites Lindsey Ballato to play a game of the all so famous truth or dare at a party she happened to force Gerard to come to, and that Frank Iero happened to throw. WARNING: WILL BE SMUTTY

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.

*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*

At exactly midnight a beautiful baby was born. He was born into a satanic family and was loved dearly. He worshipped Satan as much as his parents did but something was different about him, something was off. He is the devil child.

Perfect. Would there be any other word that would fit Kellin Quinn's well-narrated life? Nothing goes wrong. Ever. Right?

Vic's parents and younger brother, Mike, died in a plane accident when they were on their way visit him in Texas. Heartbroken and inconsolable, he decides to move to Michigan, the place where he grew up as a child and buries his family in a nearby cemetery from where he now lives. He's at his family's funeral service when he encounters this strange boy hiding behind a grave... . . . . . •Title inspired by "I'd Rather Die Than Be Famous" by Pierce The Veil. I accidentally mistook the lyrics: you're so pretty when you dress for your grave: so... yeah... don't you hate it when you realize you've been singing the wrong lyrics?•

"That's Kellin. He's original"

Give me a break. © 2013 messjon

The Pocket Universe Effect - the feeling that nothing else outside your little bubble of reality can quite matter at all. One am on a Friday in June, admist quiet neighbourhoods of New Jersey, the Ieros are away on a night out and Frank and Gerard are sprawled out across Gerard's green anorak, without the capacity to care about anything other than the night sky and the way the stars reflect in each other's eyes.