6 Works in Student Mikey Way
"I'm starting to forget what summer ever meant to you, Mikes."
Mikey Way fell in love over the summer, it was only supposed to be a fling or something but Mikey never got rid of the feeling of kissing under fireworks like some stupid rom-com. Of course Pete motherfucking Wentz, captain of the god damn football team, had to choose a scrawny little junior like Mikey Way. Well, that scrawny little junior wishes he never even met Pete at that stupid fucking 7-11 on the fourth of July.
'Chaos, Panic and disorder their work here is done'. What type of chemistry lesson would it be if something didn't go wrong??
Mikey (freshman) and Gerard (juniour) are best friends, even though they are brothers. They rely on each other for all matters. But when Gerard is left all alone, he needs someone else to make his life worth living - before bad things happen. Ray (sophomore) seems to try to comfort Gerard. And it helps tremendously. But Ray will not be with him forever. There's one mysterious boy, though. A freshman, just like Mikey, who can relate. Once Gerard finds this boy, he's like the Mikey Gerard wishes he still had. Now they rely on each other to stay alive.
[hehe stay alive |-/]
((My first fanfic - I know it's horrible...))
TRIGGER WARNINGS: suicide, self harm, underage drinking, drug abuse, depression, mild language, and child abuse.
Fandoms: My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco, Fall Out Boy
04 Dec 2016
Frank didn't always know what he was destined for.
Must've been a lot more than he planned.
But, sometimes the world isn't perfect. It isn't sunshine and rainbows. In the real world, the guy doesn't get the girl. That doesn't mean that the guy doesn't get the... guy?
Mikey Way--an introverted college student--is secretly in love with his art-nerd/budding-alcoholic brother, Gerard. Things get even more complicated between the brothers when the gorgeous Frank Iero comes into their lives... (Frerard/Waycest/Frikey)
Frank decided to look through some notebooks, thinking that reliving these angst teen years would be good. He opened one up, finding to be some sort of a lyric book. He tossed it aside and look opened another one.
His one he remembered. It was his first daily journal that he ever did. Back then, he thought that keeping a journal would be good. Just to rant out his teen rants that he couldn’t say to others, mostly because he didn’t want to be made fun off.
Even though he might have seemed tough back then, he really was a sensitive guy. He skimmed through it, refreshing his days of being 13.
He put that one aside and picked another one up, looking through it.
He remembered this one clear as a bell. He wrote this one around the time he met his fiancée. He opened this one up and read the first page.
Even though it was old and ratty and all the pencil markings were starting to fade, Frank could still read it.
He then, as quietly as he could, started reading the first entry of the notebook.