What happens when the members of Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, and My Chemical Romance get stranded on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with no cell phones and four pounds of Cheez Whiz? Well, first they pray to the Emo Lord and Savior, Billie Joe Armstrong, then, they complete his challenges to get back home. Between a complicated love triangle, an affair, and a terrible case of milk PTSD, everyone's in for an adventure they'll never forget. (Mainly focuses on Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, and My Chemical Romance but also has Twenty One Pilots, Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, and many many other bands.)

Gerard is a talented magician, responsible for much of the success of the famous Envision Destiny cruise ship. He's also one of those people. You know, one of those people who just seem to take up all the space they come across with their arrogance and confidence. You wouldn't wanna touch their personality with a 10-foot pole, but still people admire them. That is beyond Frank. Working behind the cruise ship bars and seeing Gerard pretty much every day, he can't understand what's so great about him. Besides, everybody else doesn't have to deal with his snide remarks and rude comments. Because if there's one thing Gerard seems to love, it's the act of constantly pestering Frank. Story credits goes to innocent_wolves on livejournal.com

Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

The Truth from Reality Coming Soon A story in which our character, Brendon Urie, realizes that not everything he sees has to be the reality. And, that maybe, he can bend reality himself. ... "Welcome, Brendon," They lowly spoke as they acknowledged me. "To the Green Manor, the main and first base of the Illusionists. " Warning: cussing, slight violence, etc. please tell me what other stuff should i put in here...

"A ginger! I'm finally a ginger!.. Thought it would be more exciting, honestly." Doctor!Gerard Companion!Frank A fun concept I wanted to explore :) I also love band/show crossovers.

"Who do you think you are - some sort of modern day Socrates?" "Don't you know who I think I am, Brendon?" Ryan Ross has always wanted to study philosophy. Everyone he knows thinks that he'll never get a job, but that won't stop Ryan from dreaming. When he goes to college, he enrolls at Kale University - America's third best philosophy program - and meets classmates such as Patrick Stump, a softhearted fellow freshman who has yet to discover that being a veterinarian is not about petting bunnies all day, and Gerard Way, the art-obsessed head of Kale's one and only Greek Friendship Society. Best of all, Ryan meets the flamboyant lounge singer by the name of Brendon Urie when he gets a job as Brendon's pianist. With Brendon's help, Ryan slowly realizes that Kale isn't the philosophical paradise that he dreamed of, Brendon isn't the man that Ryan thought he was, and maybe the piano knows something that he doesn't know. 1st Place in Fanfiction in the Mystique Awards, the Prism Awards, and the Castle Awards. Cover by @sereneur.

Patrick snaps one day while at school and hurts another student, causing him to be sent to juvy where he meets an interestingly troubled boy by the name of Pete Wentz.

An excellent serial killer, who has never failed any of his missions. Nobody can soften his cold heart... Except one. Highest ranking so far: #2 in Peterick & #1 in Fall Out Boy - TRIGGER WARNING: frequent cussing, mention of self harm, rape and suicide -

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)