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...)

It's been ten years. Ten fucking years since my band and I started this crazy journey with our first album, a fever you cant sweat out. A lot was different back then. I have a whole new band, a wife, and I haven't talked to Ryan or Jon in years. But that last part will change tonight. Tonight, I am throwing a party to celebrate our ten years, and guess who my lovely wife invited? You guessed it. I guess I'll be getting drunk as fuck tonight. Cover credit goes to camjsado.tumblr.com

"Why would someone like him ever like a loser like me?" trigger warnings: self harm homophobia domestic violence suicide mentions of rape highest rankings: 1st in #emofanfic 2nd in #emo 6th in #fobfanfic 8th in #waybrothers

mostly Frank Iero & Gerard Way fluff/smut. Feel free to request🌹

maybe opposites attract? pastel!gerard punk!frank

Deaf au *COMPLETED* -don't forget to vote and comment!- start: 2016.4.16 finish: 2016.6.7

Yes. I'm starting with the milk fic. and yes. you can request. and yes. I will read them first.

Ryan struggles with his life, the factory work and extremely low living standards can't guarantee him a long life. He loathes nothing more than his abusive and arrogant boss, who endangers them all day after day. But due to a convenient coincidence he finds himself making acquaintance with the boss' son, Brendon, who inherited the same arrogance from his father. Could this dangerous liaison save Ryan from his horrible fait or will it toss him straight into the afterlife? - set in London during the Industrial Revolution -

"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."

"Simple question, kid, are you with me or not at all?" Mikey had never been one to get wrapped up in the whole vampire thing. Not until one late night when one vampire (hunter) in particular, one with bad jokes and worse hair, saved his life. yes, this is another fucking sixteen candles au (this was posted on here before but it got deleted. luckily i had most of it saved on my computer, so i finally decided to post it again. i did have to rewrite some things, just in case some parts are slightly different)