Gerard is a senior in high school, and really has no idea what he's gonna do with his life afterwards. He hardly notices the short, black haired Frank. Until fate, destiny, memes, or maybe just dropping a pencil brought them together. Gerard's 13 year old brother, Mikey, is a shy, awkward kid in 8th grade. Until an outgoing, slightly emo Pete Wentz rolls into his class. Also get ready for some side characters and side ships because I'm tRASH. (written by tato all the way through) (um tw suicide, depression, ANXIETY, all that jazz)

Pete insists on spelling Mikey's name wrong. Mikey doesn't mind (mostly). based on that tumblr prompt where the barista insists on spelling the same customer's name wrong each time. aha I'm secretly both coffee shop ah trash AND high school au trash who will stop me

"He tastes like you, only sweeter." - Fall Out Boy Mikey's babysitting his niece and meets a cute guy working in a candy store. Hoping to see him again, he returns again and again and is left with more taffy than he knows what to do with. [discontinued]

"People are like leaves, they can't stay forever." Pete Wentz knows this. Someone tells him this everyday. Everyday Pete gets a letter from someone he supposedly doesn't know, or at least that's what they say. He knows basically everything about them and he wants to know more, when the letters stop coming. petekeyaf 2015 ©

(written in 2016) 2016/01/20 Sunday. If you really want to know about me, this first thing you'd want to read is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and what my parents did in their spare time before they had me, and all that John Green kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you really want to know the truth. In fact, I'd much rather start of by saying that my name is Mikey Way and I spend at least 16 hours a day of my life sitting in a wheelchair. I'd also like to let everyone here know that they are under no obligation to read my blog but I am under obligation to write it. On account of the fact that my therapist thinks I'm John Watson or some crap. Regardless, here I am, pretending to have something to say about how my day went even though if anyone asked I would say that I was fine. Because that's just what you're supposed to say instead of saying that it's cold and miserable and if you died you wouldn't really mind. But I'll post this anyway while pretending to think that anyone will read it.