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sun-kissed-star · 5 years

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Could u write albert/race (platonic or romantic) w adhd!race (btw i l o v e ur fics)

thank u love, just for you here’s a fic of me projecting on race, ft. an asshole date and albert being a sweetheart

trigger warning: ableist language

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“Come to the park with me on my date, he said,” Albert muttered to himself, swatting a branch out of his face. “It’ll be fun, he said.”

In any given situation, Albert would rather stab out his left eyeball with a spork than be a third-wheel on a date. It made him anxious and turned him from calm and collected to a shy, awkward mess in a matter of seconds.

Apparently, all those things went out the window when Race was involved. Albert guessed it was fair, anyway. Race had met a cute boy named Kevin at a party, been asked out on a date, and proceeded to beg Albert to come with him. He’d barely talked to the boy and he was “too young and pretty to be murdered on a first date.” (Race’s words, not Albert’s.)

Besides, it wasn’t really third-wheeling. Not when Albert was crouched in a tree, watching Kevin slip his hand into Race’s. It was technically called stalking.

“You having fun?” Kevin said to Race. They were sitting on a bench directly under Albert’s tree, and frankly, he considered it a miracle Kevin hadn’t looked up yet.

“Yeah,” Race said, grinning at their linked hands. His cheeks and ears were tinged pink. “I love this park. When I was seven, my mom, my biological one, took me and my best friend Albert here. I don’t live with her anymore, I doubt she remembers it, but I broke my arm. I don’t even remember how. I mean, that wasn’t the last time I was here, that’s the only time I’ve ever broken something. My brother says it’s a miracle I haven’t cracked my head open from all the idiot stuff I do. He shouldn’t be talking, right? He’s usually the reason I do stupid stuff. Me and him went to this park a few weeks ago. Oh, his name’s Jack, I’ve got two brothers and a sister, all adopted, our poor mom. Have you met him? He was at that party we met at, but he was probably passed out on the couch.”

Race took a breath and looked at Kevin expectantly. Albert had followed the entire conversation, more than used to Race when he started rambling, but Kevin didn’t have the same expertise. He looked like a deer in headlights, scrambling to find an endpoint to Race’s story.

“Um… you’re a foster kid?” he finally settled on saying. “Or, um, you’re adopted?”

Albert didn’t approve.

“Yeah,” Race said. “Adopted when I was eleven. Did I mention that? Shit, sorry, didn’t mean to unload on you.”

“Um, it’s okay, you didn’t,” Kevin said. “So… what happened with your brother?” Race raised an eyebrow, and Kevin elaborated. “A few weeks ago? When you were here with him?”“Oh!” Race said, and he launched back into his story like he’d never taken a pause. “So, we dragged a trampoline to the base of a tree, and he dared me to jump off a branch and land on the trampoline. We didn’t have a helmet so we just used a pillow. Honestly, that was one of the times where I thought I’d break somethin’ else, but it was just that one time when I was seven. I had a huge scratch on my leg for a couple weeks and I’ve got a scar, but it’s not that bad.”Kevin laughed awkwardly and tucked his hands under his thighs. It was then Albert noticed that Race had pulled their hands apart and was gesturing grandly with one. The other was resting on Kevin’s knee. Race was a tactile guy, and Albert was surprised the hand hadn’t made its way to Kevin’s face.

“You talk a lot,” Kevin said.

Race smiled. “Ain’t the first time someone’s told me that, trust me,” he said. “You should talk to my teachers. They’d probably go on tangents longer than mine about me. My math teacher doesn’t like me ‘cause I always get the answer right, but not the way I’m supposed to get it, which is fuckin’ unfa-”

“Let’s get ice cream,” Kevin cut in, standing up suddenly and grabbing Race’s sleeve to tug him up with him.

Race smiled sheepishly as his hand moved to grab Kevin’s again. Kevin stuffed his hands in his pockets pointedly. “Okay, cool. Sorry. Just let me know if I start rambling like that and I’m bein’ annoying. I’m kind of an idiot.”

“It’s fine,” Kevin said with a grin so fake it hurt to look at. The kid was getting a solid two out of ten on Albert’s scale of “People That Deserve To Hang Out With My Friends.”

“Hey, I don’t have my wallet with me,” Race said, patting his pockets. “But I can pay you back for the ice cream. It’d be the gentleman thing to do, right?” He winked, sidling up to Kevin’s side to lean on him, and Albert forced a laugh back down his throat.

Kevin didn’t think it was funny. When Race’s elbow raised to rest on his shoulder, he moved away. “You didn’t bring your wallet?” he said, frowning. “But I didn’t bring mine. We agreed to get ice cream a couple days ago, when I asked you out, and you said you’d pay. Remember?”

Race’s face fell when Kevin stepped back. “Oh… oh,” he said, realization dawning over his face. “Fuckin’ shit. I’m sorry, Kevin,” he said, running a hand through his hair. Albert wanted to jump down and give him a hug, but that might have had something to do with the fact that his back was permanently cramped from hunching over in the tree for so long.

Instead of forcing a smile and saying “It’s fine,” which Albert had been expecting, the frown didn’t waver on Kevin’s face. “What’s your problem, man?” he said. “Like, I don’t wanna be rude, but you’ve spent this entire time talking about yourself and you forgot about something we agreed on two days ago.”

“I… dude, I didn’t mean to,” Race tried. “Sorry if I’m being obnoxious. I have ADHD and I’ve been out of meds since last week. I forgot to tell my mom, but she’s picking them up today.”

If anything, Kevin’s scowl deepened, which just made the situation worse. Albert could read Race’s stiff shoulders and fleeting eyes like a book. “That’s not an excuse, dude. I get that you’ve got memory problems or whatever, but we’ve all got our issues. Can’t you just… I don’t know, try harder?”

“I -”

“Forget it,” Kevin muttered. “I’m not really in the mood for ice cream, I think I’m just gonna go home. I’ll text you or something.” He clapped a hand on Race’s shoulder. “See you later, Tony.”

From the look on his face as he walked off, hands still stuffed deep in his pockets, Albert had a feeling he wouldn’t be texting.

He waited until Kevin had completely disappeared around the corner. He’d pulled out his phone as soon as he left Race alone, thumps tapping wildly on the screen. Albert could only pray there wouldn’t be rumors about “the weird, freckled kid that never shuts up” at school on Monday.

He jumped down from his tree, a lot less gracefully than he would’ve prefered. Race jumped a foot in the air and whipped around as Albert sweared loudly, clutching his foot.

“Shit, I forgot you were up there,” Race said. His shoulders slumped, and he looked more like a kicked puppy than a dejected teenage boy. “Sorry you had to listen to all that. Like, me rambling and then gettin’ ditched by Kevin and whatever.”

“Shut up,” Albert said. Hearing himself out loud, he quickly backtracked, “I-I mean, you can talk as much as you want. I just don’t want you to… you’ve said sorry too much today, Racer. It’s not your fault.”He stared intently at the hole in the toe of his Converse as he was talking, and when he looked up, Race’s eyes were red. He wasn’t quite crying, but his voice cracked when he spoke.

“Yes it is.” It sounded like he’d tried to sound angry with himself, to snap out his words like a rubber band against raw skin, but he just sounded sad. “Don’t play dumb, Albie. Kevin’s right. I talked about myself too much, and I forgot about somethin’ so fuckin’ simple, and I chased him away. Did you see his face?” he demanded. “He looked at me like I was a fuckin’ alien from Area 51, and then he left.”

As much as Albert wanted to say “Good riddance to him, then,” he didn’t think it would be appreciated. He stepped forward, Race sunk his head into his shoulder.

“I’m such an idiot,” he said, words muffled in Albert’s shirt. “And I kind of wanted that ice cream, babe, not gonna lie.”

Albert gripped the back of Race’s neck wordlessly, knowing the pressure was grounding and comforting from how often Race did it to him. “Lucky for you,” he mumbled in Race’s ear, “I always come prepared. C’mon, dude, my brother gave me twenty bucks and I’m spending all of it before I step foot in my house.”

Race smiled against his shoulder. “What would I do without you? Seriously, would I be dead? I think I’d be dead.”

“No, you just wouldn’t have stories to tell about breaking your arm with me to asshole dates.”

“He wasn’t an as-”

“Race. You told him you had ADHD, and he told you to try harder and get over it.”

“I should’ve told him before so he’d know how much work I can b-”“If I told someone I had autism and they told me to suck it up and stop whining, would you deck them or not?”

Race lifted his head, silently pursing his lips together. “Okay,” he admitted. “He was kind of an asshole.”

Albert nodded solemnly. “The asshole to end all assholes,” he said. He was just trying to make Race laugh and they both knew it, but in his defense, it was working. “C’mon,” he said, grabbing Race’s collar and ushering him towards the sidewalk. “Chocolate or vanilla?”“Both. Extra sprinkles.”

“Damn. You know I’m paying, right? Maybe you’re the asshole.”

Race laughed again, throwing his head back and an arm around Albert’s shoulders, and for the first time in an hour, all was right with Albert’s world.

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transadvice · 6 years

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Any advice on how to deal with really shitty friends? I have like three friends. And one of them is just a goddamn nightmare. She's racist and homophobic. She doesn't care about my feelings at all and blames me for everything she does wrong. She also deadnames me to "annoy me a little bit" and when i called her out for it she went "you should have told me you don't like when i use your REAL name"... I can't ditch her though because I'm bad at making friends in general and even though I know(1/2)

Part 2 of Anon’s question:“exactly who in my school would be more accepting because thay are obviously lgbt as well. But i don't want to go up to them and be like "you're gay wanna be friends" because then it would be like "your only interesting qualities are your sexuality and the fact that you belong to the community". So, do you by any chance know hpw I could ditch that horrible friend (she's a huge part of my life though) and/or make friends with better people?“My answer:A friend who is a goddamn nightmare is no kind of friend at all. She is showing you by her actions that she does not want you as a friend - not as an equal and true friend, anyway. Friendship requires respect, empathy, trustworthiness, and kindness, none of which she is showing you. Maybe she wants you around as someone to dump on, but you don’t need to stick around to take it.

Because she’s so entwined in your life now, it’s hard for you to imagine what it would be like without her, but it’s definitely going to be an improvement to stop exposing yourself to her meanness. You will feel so calm and free. Do not stick with abusive people because you are “bad at making friends.” Making friends is a skill you can learn.

Since you are in school, there are probably organized clubs and activities you can join. This is a great way to spend time with people in an environment that is a little more relaxed than class and may allow for more social time, but is still structured. You are working together to accomplish something that everyone there is at least mildly interested in.

If your school has a specific LGBT club, like a Gay/Straight Alliance, definitely start there. Consider also exploring the arts: drama, choir, art club. It’s a cliche that LGBT kids are drawn to the theater, but it’s one for a reason. (Remember, if you’re shy, there’s more to putting on a play than just acting: you could work on sets, costumes, lights, etc.) Or, join ANY club that you are interested in. There will be kids, LGBT or not, who you have something in common with.

Since it’s near the end of the school year, the clubs may not be taking new members, so let’s talk about other things you can do to make friends.

The school day itself sometimes presents structures which you can use to mix with new folks. Can you partner with someone new in a group project? Sit with a new person or group at lunch? Or on the bus? A big smile and “Is this seat taken?” can go a long way.

You can also, yes, just start talking to people. It’s scary, especially at first, but the more you do it, the easier it becomes. For the most part, people are going to be pretty receptive, I think. I mean, how would you feel if a shy LGBT kid walked up to you and started making conversation? You’d probably be pretty pleased or at least okay with it.

The best friend I made in middle school just walked up to me while I was drawing in the schoolyard and said “What are you drawing?” She sat down next to me and took out her sketchbook. “I like to draw, too. Want to see my drawings?” We were basically inseparable from that day forward. I will always be grateful to her for making that leap. She was probably terrified but I was so glad to talk to her because I wanted friends, too. (And yes--we were both queer.)

I think it’s fine to want to make friends with people you think are probably also LGBT or at least LGBT-friendly. You have an important part of your identity and experience in common. You have a reason to believe they will be more respectful of your identity than your current friends. You don’t have to lead with, “Hey, we’re both queer!” You also don’t need to already know all their most interesting qualities and have an ironclad case for being friends before you even talk to them. That’s what talking to them is for, to get to know them. So, start the way you’d start with anyone else you want to get to know better. Make small talk.

http://www.doctornerdlove.com/how-to-make-small-talk-for-people-who-hate-small-talk/”>This Dr. Nerdlove article on how to make small talk is mainly aimed at people at parties, but you can use the same principles to make small talk at school.

1. Observe/comment on something in your surroundings (”Ten laps! Coach must be in a bad mood!” “I love pizza day.”)

2. Share a little bit about yourself. It doesn’t have to be groundbreaking, just some little factoid related to the observation/hook you started with. (”I hate running. I like weights, though.” “Pizza is my favorite food.”) This may encourage them to share something back.

3. To continue the conversation, ask open ended questions, listen, and continue to share about yourself.

4. If you hit a dead end or a lull, you can wrap up the conversation or go back to #1 - make a new observation.

5. If the small talk is going well, you can use it as an on-ramp to big talk. Ask deeper open-ended questions, and share more personal stuff. Back off if they seem uncomfortable, but you’d be surprised how often people are shockingly ok with pretty deep convos.

(BTW, you probably know this, but don’t ask people point-blank if they’re queer. It puts them in an awkward spot. If you are comfortable self-disclosing, you can certainly volunteer your own identity. They might or might not respond in kind.)

At any point, you can wind up the conversation and consider it a win. You don’t need to go from “never talked to this person” to “epic conversation” on the first attempt. Since you are in school together and will see each other more often, you can play the long game. Have a few of these shallow “comment on the surroundings” convos, and before you know it you’ll be at least friendLY, on your way to being friends.

Good luck!

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gilbirda · 7 years

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Human courting is confusing. Chapter 4

Nogami Neuro is back. Back to torture his favorite slave in the World Above, of course. Finding a woman in the girl he left, and finding that his own body and mind are betraying him, he makes the logical decision. He must get Katsuragi Yako to fall in love with him. (Part of a 30 day challenge)

I’m back to the world of the living. Is kinda late where I live so I’m pretty tired. Forgive this innocent slave if you see mistakes. Btw, these are getting longer and longer. This one monster is almost 3 times longer that the first chapter.

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Day 4: On a date.

With how weird things were being with Neuro back at the office, Yako was more than willing to go shopping with her best friend, Kanae. "Shopping" with Kanae was more like a race through the entire shopping district, buying at least one item each two stores. Usually Yako declined politely, since Kanae could be as intense with fashion as she was with food and her money could go away in a single shopping trip, forcing her to work like a dog for weeks to recover everything.

But, hey, at least she has a lot of nice clothes and accessories to choose from. Even some sexy lingerie on which she looked absolutely gorgeous. Sometimes Yako lamented not having anyone who share that underwear with, but then she remembers that very few men would stand a relationship with a girl who travels the world solving murder cases and terrorist hostage situations. And a woman who has seen horrors beyond this world.

No other human would ever understand her. The only ones who did were dead.

The human sighed, trying not to dwell too much on those painful memories from three years ago. Now she must focus on buying only what she needed and not letting Kanae convince her to spend her money on things she would never wear.

"What about this?" said the redhead while showing her a really revealing pink negligée that probably suited her like a glove and accentuated her curves very well, but Yako already had like, ten of those. All of them at the bottom of her drawer. She preferred comfort above sexyness in sleepwear, so despite falling in love with the negligées that Kanae always chose, she decided that ten was more than enough.

"I'll pass," Yako smiled politely, "I think I won't put them much to use these days anyways."

"That's why I ask you to come to the group dates! To find a nice, handsome and rich man to marry and show him those curves you hide there!" The other woman made an attempt to grab some of those 'curves', but her friend dodged in time.

"You know that's just not my style, Kanae…" the detective sighed. They've had this conversation for much too long. She just wanted to save the disappointment and heartache of getting hyped up to just be unsatisfied in the end. Every man seemed so… normal. They found her cute and funny just before discovering her eating habits; and when they tried to be interested in her job, they would recoil in distaste or even disgust with the details. She showed just a bit of blood and guts and they'll run away.

It wasn't that she didn't try dating, she went on a few blind dates thanks to Kanae's help, but she just couldn't settle with "normal" anymore. She was so used to unexpected horrors, to the crude reality, to the evil inside every human, since working with Neuro…

"Hey, isn't that your cute assistant?" the voice of her friend pulled her from her musings. She was right. By the door of the café where the girls were going to sit for a while was the demon himself. Smiling. That was enough to set up her alarms.

"Yeah, that's Neuro. I don't know why he is here, though." Kanae already knew that he was back, they talked about him for a while in the train ride to the shopping district.

"Go talk to him, girl. It may be something important." Yeah, well, if it was a case he would just have kidnapped me, Yako thought but didn't say out loud. Nonetheless, she walked to where he was leaning on the wall, seemingly relaxed.

"Hey, Neuro. What are you doing here?" she said to him.

"I was bored," his smile widened, his pointed teeth clearly visible, if you were watching, that is. Oh boy, she cried inside. That smile did augur no good.

"And?"

"Entertain me." He let his green eyes fall entirely on her person, the pressure bringing back too many memories. A cold sweat went down on her spine and she mentally was thinking what excuse say to her friend for ditching so soon on their so awaited trip.

"You can't just interrupt in my free time just because you are bored!", she hissed trying to sound menacing. Of course it didn't work and he made a noncommittal sound of disapproval while arching an eyebrow, and she knew she was screwed. She sighed again and almost didn't feel the gloved hand that grabbed her by the wrist. Where were her civil rights when she needed them?

But, yeah, with Neuro, she didn't have them. Because he wasn't a normal human person.

"Sorry, Kanae…"

"No worries!" grinned the human, "go have fun. With you date~" the last part she whispered in Yako's ear before giving her a knowing wink and a soft pat on the shoulder. She even took her bags so she wouldn't have to carry everything around. "Bye!"

Help me…, the blonde cried, not knowing where Neuro was taking her. But after walking for a while everything seemed familiar. This was a very popular place for couples. A nice park with a pond and a few secluded spaces to make out without being seen. At night this was even less safe for children, if you know what I mean.

"Now, entertain me, Yako." He said, finally releasing her hand.

"How?" she asked not knowing exactly why he brought her here. He pointed at one couple that was kissing on a bench.

"Is that 'kissing'?" the word sounded foreign on his lips.

"Yeah."

"But why? She isn't a suitable mate. She is planning to steal his money as soon as the opportunity arises. She is very sick. Probably won't live much longer."

"How the heck you know that?" she asked. She was curious to know, but the fact that the very normal looking woman was using a man to get money didn't even faze her. Neuro smirked.

"Is your poor little human brain getting even smaller? I'm sad, Yako, as now I'll have to demote you to an amoeba," he sighed dramatically, ignoring her protests. "I'm a demon. A puzzle eater. I can feel the seed of a mystery on that woman. And her sickness is almost visible. Even a baby could see it."

Now that he said that, the woman looked tired, pale, and dark rings covered in make up adorned her eyes. Her hair wasn't as shiny as a healthy person's is and her clothes were a size too big, probably covering a sickly thin body. With the eyes that Neuro helped her develop, she could see those tiny details that a normal person would just pass up. Maybe that's why any relationship ever worked with her, she could see the evil intent and every secret her dates had. She sighed.

"And what about that guy?" she pointed to a man walking down the dirt path to some of those secluded areas. "The weird twitching in his hands? And the nervous looks around? The cleaned blood stain on his pants?"

Neuro half smiled, feeling really proud of his little human, but didn't tell her so. Instead, he described the 'evil intent' he felt inside the man and the growing puzzle of a possible crime. He told her even of the taste it could had.

Without realising it, hours passed just watching couples go with their seemingly normal lives and pointing out the mysteries inside. Soon, it became a sort of test to Yako, like a competition. He never said if she was winning of losing, just what tortures he had in store if she disappointed him. The glint in his eyes gave away that he was serious on the threat.

It wasn't until she was getting ready for bed that night, humming happily because he had patted her head (meaning that she had passed the test), that she froze in her tracks. 'Have fun with your date', had said her friend, and Yako realised that they indeed had done some kind of recreative activity together and had some fun with common interests. She had laughed way more than any of her dates with human men, that's for sure. She hadn't felt this happy in years.

Her heart started beating a little faster and she put a hand on her chest. She run to her mirror on the little hidden bathroom in her tiny apartment and watched in horror that her cheeks were, in fact, red. Her eyes widened as she felt something akin to vertigo.

Oh no. I just had a date with Neuro. And I liked it.

#mtnn #nogami neuro #yako katsuragi #neuyako #fanfic #drabbles #maybe not drabble but one-shot?#now i must rest #majin tantei nougami neuro #gil writes

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cyberstabbing · 6 years

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not frerard

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Ship: Gerard Way/Gerard Way

James Cameron Got It Wrong - In which 2005!Frank and Fun Ghoul get it on. Then Frank accidentally winds up in 2019. 56k

(part two of Time Travel ‘verse)

Ship: Frank Iero/Frank Iero

Put Your Mouth Over The Stupid Things We're Taught We Ought To Say - Gabe wakes up drunk, holding on to the bed for dear life and hoping he's not about to die. He's had nightmares about that, lately. Waking up confused and disoriented and then a few minutes later, dead. Sometimes there's symbolism and shit. 5k

Ship: Gabe Saporta/Mikey Way

00.06 - '4 and 14 adopt a newborn baby together. What do they name it, how do they raise it, etc, etc. Do they eventually get it siblings? Do they ditch it in a dumpster on prom night because its not as fun as they thought?’

THIS IS QUITE LITERALLY THE WEIRDEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. And yet, I am oddly charmed by it. 2k

oh my god. it was hilarious. Ship: Gerard Way/James Potter

Code Red - In the fall out of a fire fight, Party Poison goes looking for medicine, and finds pretty much the exact opposite of that. 2k

Ship: Korse/Party Poison

Frank/Gabe pr0n - "I need you to go to a party with me tonight." Frank blinked and looked up at Mikey, frowning. "What?" 2k maybe

Ship: Frank/Gabe

Workplace Appropriate Attire - Korse is a creepy boyfriend. 1k

This was fun to read, but some lines made me go OH SHIT, because ...... well if you read this you will know what I’m talking about.

Ship(s): Korse/Party Poison

love on the webways - As a writer, Grant supposes he could have considerably worse habits than trolling his own message boards.

A totally ridiculous AU vaguely inspired by You've Got Mail. 32k

This was so fun to read! It’s a what-if-they-broke-up-after-tbp fic btw.

Ship: Grant/Gerard

We Got Machines - There are questions on the lips of everyone with eyes or money on the arena. Who is this kid? Where’d he come from? Who trained him? BLind’s got no records on him, meaning he’s a Zonebrat returning to the grasp of the city of his own volition. Another anomaly. That a 16 year old nobody could waltz in out of nowhere and turn the system on its head is... concerning to BLind. <1k Part 1 of KJ/Griefers 'verse (3.5k in total)

Ship: Deadmau5/G3rard

xoxoxoxo - Party Poison wakes up somewhere he's never been - but there's plenty that's familiar here. 1k

Ship: Party Poison/Korse

I'll Repair For You (When The Roof Starts To Fall) - When Gerard inherits a house in Scotland from a distant relative, he doesn't expect to have to spend quite so much time at the hardware store. He also doesn't expect to fall in love with the tiny little village or with one of his neighbors...who just happens to be Grant Morrison. 17k

Ship: Grant/Gerard

In Firmer Chains, Our Hearts Confine - Former musical composer and current writer Gerard Way is a sensation of the musical and literary scenes of 1800s London. But after struggling for ages with his new book, he’s close to giving up. Until he receives an offer from Grant Morrison himself; to go to his manor in Scotland and work on his novel in peace. Gerard seizes upon the chance immediately. Grant, however, has a dark secret he’s desperately trying to keep hidden. And Gerard has a few of his own. 37k

Picture me, casually stumbling upon this fic one late night. Historical? Check. An AU but Gerard’s talents are still appreciated and encouraged, and he makes a name for himself? Double check. Grant Morrison? Check. Gerard and Grant’s dark secrets? CHECK CHECK CHECK CHECK CHECK

Me: *already fucking shaking from excitement, now glancing up at the tags* Enter the tag Alternate Universe - Vampire. Queue foaming at the mouth.

This fic was so fucking awesome in so many ways I don’t even know where to begin. The slow and suspenseful unraveling of secrets and mysteries. The numerous parallels drawn between the AU and real life events of the people in it, and that the author made sure that they all worked within the AU without a hitch. All the actions and ambitions of the people in it that somehow managed to balance masterfully on the fine line between what’s canon and what’s realistic for that time period.

Fuck, lurkers guys. I’m not sure if my word-vomiting even gets anyone to read fic on my list, but for the sake of this fic (and my ego sdkjlskldhfklf) I ask anyone reading this to p l e a s e read it. For your own sake. And mine. Because I need to yell about this fic with somebody, STAT.

Ships: Gerard/Grant, and very, I repeat, VERY low-key Frank/Mikey

Looking for Satellites - Galaxy-hopping alien trader Gerard has business on space station Perseus Four. Getting to know station administrator Grant is a nice bonus. 25k

Gerard is a sexy, telepathic and open minded (heh) alien and it’s great.

Ship: Gerard/Grant

Candle on the Drawer - No one thinks your hands being funny colors is weird when you go to art school. Probably about 1-3k

“So, okay. Gerard maybe has a drawer full of candles in every color of the rainbow. It’s kind of weird, yeah, but it’s not like anyone ever goes digging in his drawers so it’s not something he really feels the need to hide. How was he supposed to know that Gabe was going to go digging in drawers for whatever reason? How was he supposed to know Gabe was going to be in his room at all? He’s more Mikey’s friend.”

Gerard is into waxplay!

Ship: Gerard/Gabe

the only hope for me - Korse has never been one to show his emotions. 1k

Ship: Korse/Party Poison

your kicks don't hit, so we remain the same - a battery city ambush goes somewhat wrong. 0.8k

Ship: Korse/Party Poison

Methane Skies - Run, run, bunny, run. 3k

Hot damn this is some creepy and suspenseful stuff.

Ship: (implied) Korse/Party Poison

All the Broken Pieces (Keep Cool, Stay Tough) - Up until that fateful night, Frank’s had a pretty decent life. But everything’s changed and now he’s got to figure out how to be himself again. With the help of some really groovy friends, Peppers, and his never-give-up attitude, Frank gonna get there. He’s sure of it. 39k

There’s this spectacular scene involving an escalator and Frank making a grand entrance that immediately pops into my head when I think of this fic.

Description by babylynz: OH MY FUCKING GOD OKAY, THIS IS A FRIKEY FIC BUT IT’S SO FUCKIGN GOODJDDJDHHHGHG

basically Frank gets in an accident that leaves him unable to walk and it’s a really emotional kinda story (but like .. Idk, it’s lighthearted) about him getting used to everyday life again and he meets Mikey online and they bond over really shitty movies and they meet up and AHH!!! Also Ray is like …. a ,,,, what is it …… He helps Frank get used to having sex again after the accident? He’s one of his therapists idk it’s a really good story, read it.

Ship: Frank Iero/Mikey way

And the Painted Ponies - After years of struggling to be taken seriously as a bodyguard, Frank Iero is finally well established. He loves his boss, Ray, he loves his job, and he prides himself on his professionalism. But then he's assigned to be the personal bodyguard of Mikey Way.

Mikey Way, aka Roboboy, is a successful high fashion model. Loved by designers and the public alike for his trademark lack of emotion, but mocked by the tabloid press for the exact same reason. Mikey is someone that Frank's sure he'll hate. Except it doesn't work out that way.

In fact, it doesn't take long before Frank discovers he really likes Mikey. Maybe too much. 34k

Ship: Frank Iero/Mikey way

mutilate, maim and destroy (just a tad) - For clarification, this fic is about Gerard Way the actual person being tortured by Korse in the Killjoys universe. Like. Hnng, you'll see nevermind.

Ship: Gerard/Korse

Your Dirty Smile Shames the Sun - Pancakes, throat fucking, and a good book. It's kind of Mikey's idea of a perfect day. 6k

Ship: Mikey/Frank

london calling - Gerard feels like his life needs to change, so he moves to London. After years of hard work, he gets a book deal with a press that will finally allow him to write exactly the book he's always wanted to write. When he meets his new editor, Grant Morrison, he's surprised at how much they get along. 28k

Ship: Grant/Gerard

A Room Full Of Suicides - His jaw was clenched and his whole body quivering. He looked right at Korse with those huge, transparent eyes. “Do what you want to me. I don’t give a shit, Korse.” He drew in a breath that shook. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s about standing up for what you believe in.” God, the kid was adorable. Korse couldn’t wait to make him scream. 4

Ship: Korse/Party Poison, Fun Ghoul/Party Poison (implied)

For a Different View - AU. Ray Toro is a girl, Rae, but MCR is still just MCR. 49k

The first time they went over to Mikey’s house, Mikey tossed her a beer and said, "My brother might come up. Maybe not, though. He gets weird in the middle of projects.” She found out what he meant halfway through Dawn of the Dead, when a bundle of black fabric barreled from the basement door to the refrigerator and back down to the basement without saying a word to either of them.

I need to finish this!!! But –gah. Such awesome awesomeness.

Ship: Ray/Mikey

From The Corner to The Block - A bike messenger AU. 4k

The comment I left: Oh my god. An AU I never knew I wanted but one I now cannot live without. That was incredibly cute!!

“What are you watching? Is that Degrassi?”

“No,” Frank says quickly, just as a voiceover blares, “Degrassi: The Next Generation will be right back,” because this is Frank’s life.

^ I’m pretty sure my laughter from that line woke up at least one person from my household. Poor Frank.

Ship: Frank/Mikey

Out Where The Sand's Turning To Gold - "Last call, last song," the singer says, touching a finger to the microphone and making it pop softly at the crowd. "For all you lovers out there." 5k

Ship: Gerard/Gabe

Superheroes (2-part series) - Mikey isn’t a superhero. 3k

Ship: Frank/Mikey

vampires will never hurt you - Contrary to what some people in Strahd might think, Bert’s not a fucking idiot. Contrary to what Gerard and Frank might think, Bert’s not a fucking idiot.

Ever since this whole thing started, ever since Gerard and Frank cornered him at the open mic event at his junior college shortly after he decided to go and open his big damn mouth about that picture he’d found in the History of Strahd book that was collecting dust in the back of the library, the picture in which both Gerard and Frank were clearly present, dressed in typical 19th century garb, giving their best vampire smolder--Yeah. Bert has known ever since then, and ever since they had told him how talented of a poet he was, and that they were interested in having him perform at the parties they host for all the town’s leaders up at their old mansion on the hill, that they have had some type of secret agenda as their endgame.

He just hadn’t really expected it to be this.

[this is what happens when i get tired of bert being the bad guy in mcr fic and decide i have to do EVERYTHING myself] 1k

Ship: Frank Iero/Bert McCracken/Gerard Way

Candy Cane Vodka - "Yeah, Mikey, you accidentally made fucking peppermint Everclear. Congratulations and all, but Jesus Christ."

Mikey gets an idea on the road after finding a bargain bin book on homemade infusions. Experimentation follows, and Yuletide chaos ensues.

ngl... i’m tempted to make that vodka mixture

Ships: Mikey/Ray, Frank/Gerard

drive-by drabble - SO SHORT ALSO LMAO <1k

Ship: Frank/Gabe/Gerard

#fics #not frerard

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