(This fic is old and a little cringe, beware) Artists, deep down, hope to find a sign that their creations will leave a mark on the world. Gerard Way, 25 and restless, is one among many, but his deep love for the sea may be ensnared by the embodiment of the ocean's beauty itself when he finds a stranger washed up on t...
Pete and Brendon are twins in high school. Obviously fraternal. Yes, different in looks and very different in personality. Pete Wentz is the bad boy. Rugged clothes, tattoos, Late nights and bad grades. Brendon is his total opposite. Polite, professionally dressed, perfect grades and an honest christian boy. It's no m...
Highschool is a living hell. At least that's Gerard's opinion because he can't pass the hallways without being shoved against lockers or called a "fag". God, how Gerard hated this word. In his last year of school, he decides to take a risk and starts a school project in which he wants to find out why all of his teache...
"He smelled flowery, he was a carrier. In this world of breeders and carriers (neutrals, too, but they didn't really have a specific smell), there were different scents. Carriers were very flowery when they were simply carriers but they were fruity when they were pregnant- Freddie was flowery. Breeders smelled very ma...
John didn't move for a good minute or two. Then he set down his guitar and stood up. He walked over and sat down on the edge of Paul's bed and cupped the younger boy's face in his hands. "Paulie, listen to me. I'm in love with you. You. You, and no one else. I will never love someone the way I love you. Nor will I lov...