So I have some pretty sad news for my fanfiction fans. I will no longer be doing fanfiction after I finish Button Eyed Kid and The Golden Age of Repossession. Also, English Teacher Blues will not be continued anymore. You will still be able to see White Rabbit, The Golden Age of Repossession and Button Eyed Kid, but everything else would be hidden away [with the exception of some one shots].
I feel as if my things should really start to focus more seriously on my individual writing and I have also cleaned out my deviations. I have gotten rid of challenges, prompts and my own personal series that never saw any success or attention.
If my act
Of course I love her. I mean, I've been dating the woman for god knows how long, and we've been married for quite a few years now as well. Of course I love Alicia. But she'll never be him.
There's just something about my brother, Gerard. Have you ever met the guy? I swear, he could rule the world if he so chose. He just has that effect on people. If you've met our fans you'd understand. For god's sake, they call themselves an army. And Gerard is their leader. Of course, being his brother, I'm one of the few people that really knows him. That's something I've always prided myself on; being my brother's best friend and personal confidante. So
Saturday Morning- Waycest by SecretSlashNinja, literature
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Saturday Morning- Waycest
"Who wants the last bit of coffee? Oh, I do!" Mikey shouted through the house on Saturday morning, chuckling to himself as he tipped the contents of the coffee pot into his mug. Just as it drained completely a familiar slam echoed from the basement, and Mikey smirked eagerly in anticipation.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" A dervish of black and white whirled into the room, plowing into Mikey and snatching the mug away.
"Gerard!" Mikey scolded, grabbing an errant sleeve and pulling the spinning mass to a stop.
A tall, pale boy with messy onyx hair appeared out of the mass, grinning sheepishly and clutching the coffee high above his head.
"G
Hypothetically- Waycest by SecretSlashNinja, literature
Literature
Hypothetically- Waycest
Michael Way sat, thinking of hotel rooms and trains and butterfly rings. Nothing more, nothing less. Alright, maybe he thought of a little something more. Let's say, hypothetically, that each of those things meant something more than just hotel rooms and trains and butterfly rings. Hypothetically, of course.
Let's say, hypothetically, that when he was a child, he was very close to his brother. Suppose that when Michael was seven and his older brother was eleven, they were walking home from school one day in the late spring. Michael would take his brother's hand, would squeeze it fondly, would smile up at his brother's pale, perfect face. And
Gerard and I once shared a room about a year ago. Before he left. We weren't the richest family. One bed was what we had in our room. A queen sized bed. It cost less than 2 twin beds or a bunk bed. Gerard and I didn't really mind sleeping in the same bed. It was kind of nice to me. I liked him being there...
"Night, Mikey," Gerard whispered to me, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Love you," he added.
"Night, Gee - Gee. I love you too," I responded.
As I finished my sentence, Gerard turned around, his back now facing me. I never really liked when he'd turn his back to me. I liked him facing me. I wanted to see his face before I fell asleep.
I Lost My Fear Of Falling 1 by GerardWaysavedmylife, literature
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I Lost My Fear Of Falling 1
"You can run away with me .anytime you want." My brother Gerard finishes our song 'Summertime' and the crowed screams for more. "You are fucking incredible! Thanks you guys, see you next time!" He yells out to the mass of fans, his new red hair flaming. Off stage, we all start taking our make-up off. "Hey, Mikey, hold still, you missed some." Gee walks over to me, holding a damp wash cloth. As he wipes above my eye, and then along my forehead, I reveal in his touch. And, as always, I see what fans scream about when they call him "sexy" "hot" and "beautiful". His smile brings me back down to earth.
"Damn, Mikey, what are yo
Who wants more Waycest? If your like me and need more Waycest then there's now Waycest Wednesday's. Every Wednesday you write a Waycest one-shot. If we get all the Waycest lovers together, then there will be a whole bunch more fanfics weekly.