One year after the split of rock band, My Chemical Romance. Gerard tries to make amends, but he will soon realise that some scars just can't heal.

Ryan finds out he has a deadly STD, he tries to live the rest of his life to the fullest. When he goes out for his daily donut at the campus bakery, he meets young Brendon. A happy go lucky music major. Ryan quickly takes a liking to the boy and quickly befriends him. The more secrets the two share, the more Ryan finds himself falling for him.

Alan is beginning his first year of college along side three very different roommates. A story of love, loss, and realizing that sometimes it's okay to let things go. [Austlan Cashby]

Mikey Way worked long and hard to work his way up in the secret service. After thwarting an attempt by master thief Alicia Simmons to steal a gem, he works to figure out what's so special about the gem. When another attempt to steal the gem comes, though, the thief steals more than just the stone. [Pikey in parts two and three. Three-shot. Rated for future chapters. Songfic for "Super Spy" by This Good Robot]

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.