Okay, Sam’s definition of “moving” doesn’t seem to quite jive with Dean’s.*
Frank can deal with being a loser in high school, but he’d kind of like to stop being a loser who’s in love with his best friend, thanks.*
The beat is muted, almost non-existent, and the loss hits Bob hard. He’s used to living his life in a constant thrum of sound, sensing those around him, the rhythm of the universe a constant companion, but here there’s almost nothing. He can feel the sound that’s been pulling him for weeks now, but little else. This place is dead, almost silent, and Bob aches with the feeling of being cast into nothingness.*
A MCR AU where Ray has his own gardening firm, and one day he does a job for the Ways.*
“It would seem,” the Cardinal finished, “that Father Way’s body has disappeared.” There was a silence. Eventually Bob said, “What the fuck?” “Yes,” said the Cardinal. “Quite.”*
Bob wakes up to the sound of drumming. It takes him a few seconds to differentiate between the drumming that is always in his head and the noise he can hear, but when he realises that it is genuine drumming, he gets out of bed to investigate.*
Forgetting about an anonymous bathroom encounter is harder than it should be, especially when it turns into something unexpected.*
Forgetting about an anonymous bathroom encounter is harder than it should be, especially when it turns into something unexpected.*
I’ve always wondered why, when Gerard decided he wanted to save lives, he turned away from visual arts and started a band. This is an AU version of one answer. Gerard is still at SVA, having taken a while away to enter AA and get sober; Frank is a nude model and punk rocker who’s moved to New York City. Romance (and sneezing!) ensues.*
At the time, it was like, Great, of course the fans who are waiting around to give you chocolate bars and like, are those Skittles?, and a whole fucking shitload of candy, of course they show up when you’re in the middle of rushing back to the hotel because Ray and Bob and Mikey all have food poisoning.*
Frank always feels the clumsiest when he’s doing this, touching Gerard like this. He runs sweaty fingers down Gerard’s spine, tracing slender muscles, scratching with blunt nails, lip sore between teeth and shallow breathing.*
He’s wearing a red hoodie, tight girl-jeans and has a backpack slung over his shoulder. He’s also completely making out with a scraggly looking dude with greasy flat-ironed hair.*
“I didn’t want last night to happen until after it did. But maybe I want it even more now.” Brendon clears his throat like he’s presenting a project to the class and he’s run out of breath. Spencer is expecting more words laced together, another calm sentence, when Brendon leans over the divider between their bodies, tilted towards him, and kisses him wholly.
“Let me get this straight,” Nick says, ignoring Joe’s snickers. “You accidentally implied that Mike Carden is a rapist.”*
The thing is, if they’d wanted him to actually pay attention to the interview, they shouldn’t have sat him next to the lady with the polar bear cub.*
On tour, everything gets found out, and the stuff that doesn’t gets made up anyway. But tour is a good time to try things you might not have before.*
Spencer could be ‘silently stoic’… he pulled it off ideally, so well that an Oscar would have his name written all over its faux-gold body, but he could never imagine being ‘stoic with a large voice inside his stomach’, or ‘happy with a laugh that sounded like something out of a 1950s laugh track.’*
She down Brendon had seen her staring, because Spencer hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off her for the rest of the shoot. She’s pretty sure everyone had seen her staring.*
Jared’s spending his last summer before college on the beach in a tiny southern California town. Enter messed up Jensen with an odd fixation with the ocean.*
It turns out that happily ever after really only is something that happens in fairytales, and life as a vampire slayer is certainly not one of those.* Sequel to How the West Was Won (And Where It Got Us)
While on leave from the police force, Detective Frank Iero occupies himself with three things: drinking, brawling, and being alone. But when a series of brutal murders calls him back to active duty, he must find a killer while confronting people from his past, including estranged best friend turned businessman Mikey Way, and deal with his unwilling attraction to Mikey’s enigmatic older brother Gerard.*
In which Jared tries to drink himself to heterosexuality, Jensen’s lips ruin everything, and Chad is a crappy best friend.*
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me they were taking your picture in nothing but a pair of Daisy Dukes?”*
AU, in which the CW gang works in the assorted stores and businesses in a strip mall.*
Okay, so you know that story going around about Sandy’s roommate talking about how cute and funny Jared is and how they get him to change lightbulbs for them?*
A fic containing Jensen, Jared, Castle Anthrax, and a spanking.*
The trouble started the moment they crossed the threshold and there it was right up in front: a display of the Winchester, with a guarantee of 100% satisfaction or your money back. Sam’s kind of scarred for life and Dean’s a freak, but it’s okay because Sam’s secretly freaky too.*
Jared is a powerful CEO that gets a taste of the simple life when his car breaks down in the middle of nowhere.*
Going to college in a new town, far away from home, Jared finds friends and maybe more, but he also realizes that you can’t hide your past forever.*
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