It began with the house party. It wasn't supposed to go any further than that. Now, they're caught in a fight for their lives. ------------------------------------------------------- ((Content Warning: Strong language, abduction/kidnapping, physical violence, drug use, cult activity, death)) Based on music videos from The Click album cycle by AJR (I do not own any AJR music videos, lyrics, songs, or other content or references; this is purely something I wrote based on a random idea). Also yeah this story is on the dark/angsty side and kinda graphic by nature so if you aren't good with that kind of stuff or anything I listed in the content warning then this might not be the fic for you! Anyways here's my ten-month passion project. This is the first fic I've ever published anywhere so I hope I did it right.

Josh moves into a religious home for troubled boys and meets a boy just as troubled as him top!josh

multiple ships oneshots, drafts, concepts, and some test-runs! Basically all my creative writing that I have no other place for :) I take some requests!

Well, I'll be honest with you, I don't really feel like talking. But considering my current predicament, I'll probably lose my mind if I'm not talking. So I guess I'll tell you the story from front-to-back to catch you up. It's not like I'm sleeping tonight, so I guess I'll start at the beginning. Not the when-I-was-your-age beginning, but our beginning. When we first met. Which would be about... 2006. Yeah, spring 2006. Two criminals who fall for each other, a psychopath with a grudge, a long lost brother, the death of an ex with strings attached, and a kidnapping plot for revenge, fifteen years in the making. How could you not be interested? COVER MADE BY THE AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, CREATIVE @renisnotaghost (story still in-progress) current word count: 275,809

band members from MCR, TOP, FOB and P!ATD in a kik groupchat. all chats are the same storyline unless it states otherwise. all members are in high school, some are in college. and yeah this is pretty much all just crack and memes and things that even i dont understand so enjoy.

Gerard doesn't quite understand why his hair turned completely white when he was only nine years old. There's a list of things he doesn't understand, such as why he can't leave the house after 6pm or why his mother was frantic to cover his hair when they went on family outings. He even wondered why he was pulled out of school after being neglected by all of his teachers. He just wasn't aware that he was a menace, a creative mind with too much power that was being brought into a ring of public shame. He was a Diff. Frank Iero, on the other hand, was a Same. He was a role model, the apple of his mothers eye and the ideal teenager that anyone could ever ask for. Yet, even the most perfect seeming person could have so many secrets that needed to be kept from the people like him. Frank's little secret just happened to be the fact that Gerard Way infatuated him.

Trust me, Gerard Way is okay. He has a great group of friends, he just got some new additions to his comic book collection, and best of all, his band has just released their debut album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love. Sure, he doesn't quite know where he stands with Frank, his impossibly beautiful rhythm guitarist, but he feels hopeful that Frank might just like him back. Then, Gerard's future self, from the far-off year of 2019, arrives with a grave warning. Frank will die in a bus crash in 2016 unless the two of them team up to stop it from happening. As he recruits his various selves from different eras to join the mission, Gerard crashes his own wedding, gets hunted down by a mysterious organization called the Watch, falls even more in love with Frank, and desperately hopes that he can be what tomorrow needs. Cover by @illicitelegies

Ferard DD/LB Smut warning Boyxboy Light cursing #1 fanfiction on my account ♡ #1 published story on my account Current Rank in fanfiction: #348 Past ranks in fanfiction: #679, #525 #371 ~Copyright 2015 May not be copied in any way, shape or form