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Before Summer Begins. [29 Apr 2011|01:07am]

Title: Before Summer Begins.
Author: Myself.
Pairing: Frank Iero/Mikey Way.
Rating: NC-17.
P.O.V.: 1st Person, Mikey's Perspective.
Warning: Swearing, sex, mature content.
Disclaimer: Not true as far as I know... but it could have happened.
Word Count: 5,106.
A/N: Could be considered as the follow up to my previous Frikey submission, but this could also be a standalone also. I hope you enjoy!

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Think Happy Thoughts. [27 Apr 2011|12:29am]

Title: Think Happy Thoughts.
Author: Myself.
Pairing: Frank Iero/Mikey Way.
Rating: PG-13.
P.O.V.: 1st Person, Mikey's Perspective.
Warning: Swearing, homosexuality, rampant teenage feelings, sexual intent.
Disclaimer: Not true as far as I know. But it could have happened.
Word Count: 3,514.


Can I also apologize for my lack of HTML knowledge needed to create decent links. *facedesk*
Regardless, I hope you enjoy. 
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[26 Mar 2011|01:23am]

[ mood | cheerful ]

        Another fucking school. Between my mom moving constantly after every heartbreak and me getting beat up so much and transferred until there were no more schools in the county, I'm barely at the same school for a year. Something about me must scream "faggot" because they can always seem to tell. I'm used to it by now though, I can hardly feel the pain when they beat the shit out of me. Meet Mikey Way, your average scrawny, awkward nerd. Hell, I even wear glasses! I've been through almost everything a kid can go through at public high school (minus rape, pregnancy, and like, happiness). I'm pretty numb most of the time though, which is cool. Maybe that's why I didn't feel the rush of adrenaline when I walked into my first period Chemistry class on the first day. She barely looked up, just pointed to a desk in the back of the room. I rushed to my desk, which was a mistake. Everyone knows new kids shouldn't rush. Why? Because assholes stick out their foot to trip you. I pitched forward but, luckily, caught myself on someone's desk before introducing the floor to my face. Even so, the class erupted into giggles as I did the walk of shame to my seat.
        Five minutes later, the door flew open and in strode a kid who's expression clearly stated "fuck with me and I'll beat you senseless". He was shorter than me by at least a foot and had a heavier build. Not fat, but muscular. Unlike me, who was often nicknamed Skeletor. His dark hair stuck up in different directions giving him the appearance of a windblown puppy with a lot of eyeliner.
"Frank Iero this is the third time you've been late this week! Do you have a note?" The teacher's voice was bland, unexpectant. She obviously didn't have high expectations for this kid.
        "Gladys, I won't lie. I was finishing my cigarette. You should know by now that I would sooner die than have a valid excuse and a note! Now that we've cleared that up, would you mind telling me why some loser new kid is in my seat?" Frank smirked at her and I felt myself flush. Apparently he was one of THOSE guys. Wonderful.
       "Mr. Iero you better straighten up that attitude of yours!" Snapped the teacher. Frank's smirk only grew more pronounced.  "Just….ugh! Go sit down next to Michael before I send you to the principal's office!" She growled, a little flustered. I found this amusing. Frank practically pranced over to me and I tensed, ready for the usual stream of insults. To my surprise, they never came. Frank barely glanced at me before taking out a notebook and starting to doodle. It was 45 minutes of tense anticipation but neither verbal nor physical attacks came from Frank. In fact, he didn't even acknowledge my existence until after the bell. I'd nearly run out of the room, nose in schedule, when I slammed into Frank. My eyes went wide and I let out my normal stream of apologizes.
        "Yeah you better be sorry." Frank said boredly, picking up my schedule that I'd dropped in shock and fear. He glanced at it and then to me. "Gym's this way." He set out walking and all I could do was follow. I feared the worst but my fears were once again proven wrong as he actually took me to the gym. I changed quickly and went out to the gym to avoid the beating that I knew was soon.
        "Last names A-M shirts off. Get your pansy asses onto the field!" Grunted the fat, red faced coach. We were playing football, naturally. I fought back a sigh. Stupid public school with its stupid violent games. Truthfully I hated violence in any form, even when it was being directed at someone else. The shriek of the whistle cut through my thoughts and I found the football in my arms. Now if this was a movie I'd go sprinting off into the end-zone and make a touchdown. But, of course, this is NOT a movie, this is high school. In high school shirtless boys slam you to the ground. There were groans and curses from my teammates as I wiggled out from under the boy, who turned out to be none other than Frank Iero. It quickly became a routine; whenever someone was dumb or desperate enough to pass me the ball, Frank was there smashing me into the cold grass.
        After what seemed like hours, we were ushered into the showers. I got in and out as quickly as possible but I knew I couldn't postpone the inevitable. I'd just finished buttoning my jacket, part of the school's stupid uniform, when I felt two strong and angry hands grab me.
"Time for initiation asshole!" Growled the boy into my ear. I felt my wrists being tied roughly together by my school tie before he shoved me into the nearly empty showers. The others laughter echoed around me, mocking and loud, but they were soon gone. I let myself slide down to the shower floor, my clothes were already soaked anyways so who cares? I heard footsteps approach, bare feet slapping across wet tile. I looked up warily and saw a soapy chested Frank who was giving me a look that I couldn't decipher.
"You're pathetic." He said finally, bending down and untying me.

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"Damn, he's got an arm on him." [12 Jan 2011|01:10pm]

Title: "Damn he's got an arm."
Author: Me.
Pairing: Mikey Way/Frank Iero
Rating: R
POV: Third.
Warning: Spanking, naughty language, and sexual content.
Summary: Mikey and Frank got in a argument, now Frank wants to show him who's boss.
Disclaimer: I totally really don't own MCR. And that's a shame. D: But in my head I do. In my head I own everyone. >:D
A/N: I always write, but this is my first time posting on a page. Be gentle. :(
Word Count: 1007
Dedication:  To my Kobra-Kid, Ciana. From her FunGhoul. <3
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New Light. [30 Sep 2010|11:09pm]

Title: New Light.
Author: kuriositet
Pairing: Frank/Gerard (Former Frank/Mikey and Gerard/Mikey)
Rating: R
POV: Third.
Length: 13.453 words.
Summary: After Mikey's gone, Frank and Gerard look everywhere to find new light, but they aren't very happy when they find it.
Disclaimer: It's not real, apparently. Because angel's like Gerard don't exist and Mikey's still alive.
Beta: The one and only happilyappled. ♥
Warnings: "Previous character death."
SUPER IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the sequel of my old story Heaven-sent, and I recommend that you read that story first, or you won't understand much of what the guys are talking about. I guess it's up to each and everyone of you, though, so I won't make you read it.

Part One.
Part Two.
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[12 Aug 2010|07:20pm]

[ mood | energetic ]

Title: To The End (CH. 09-10/???)
Author: weallfadeaway (Jaydn)
Rating: R
Pairing: Mikey/Frankie, Mikey/???
Summary: 9 - I couldn’t believe I let it go that far. But... they deserved it. They did, but... to that extent?

10 - He looked in my eyes and then leaned forward, kissing me, gently. I had almost forgotten the softness of his lips. The way they felt against mine. I heard a
gasp behind me. Frankie. I pulled away.

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story and I don't own the tapes of The Used/MCR orgy that happened in my basement.

CHAPTERS 01 - 03 + CHAPTERS 04 - 06 + CHAPTERS 07 - 08

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[30 Jul 2010|12:16pm]

[ mood | stressed ]

Title: You Can Kiss Yourself Goodbye [1/?]

Pairing: Mikey/Frank, Gerard/Bert

POV: Mikey

Summary: Gerard is in the hospital from a self-inflicted gunshot wound and now his little brother Mikey and his fiancé Bert have to hold everything together without him.

Dedication: To Cassie for always being here for me and always being happy no matter what is happening. Happy Birthday Hunn. Ily. <3

Warning: There is talk of attepted suicide just so you all know. If you can't handle that please do not read!

Disclaimer: I do not own any member of My Chemical Romance or The Used. This story is also not true in any way.





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[09 May 2010|08:03pm]

Title: To The End (CH. 07-08/???)
Author: weallfadeaway (Jaydn)
Rating: R
Pairing: Mikey/Frankie
Summary: 7 - "God, this was the best moment of my entire life. I finally had Frankie. He was mine. And better, I was his."
8 - "I was still transfixed with the blood on me. He couldn‘t be cutting again. No, not again."

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story and I don't own the tapes of The Used/MCR orgy that happened in my basement.

CHAPTERS 01 - 03 + CHAPTERS 04 - 06

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[30 Apr 2010|08:09pm]

[ mood | rushed ]

Title: To The End
Author: weallfadeaway (Jaydn)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Naughty touching. Language. Drunkenness and mentions of past drug use.
Pairing: Mikey/Frankie, Bert/Gerard, mentions Bert/Quinn, Bert/Branden
Summary: "It's nothing you did, Frankie. It's me. I'm fucked up. I'm sick. I'm really sick. You wouldn't understand. No one would. But I tried to make it go away. I really fucking tried, but it won't. It stays there. It's always going to be there. I can't make it leave. And I tried."
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story and I don't own the tapes of The Used/MCR orgy that happened in my basement.


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[29 Apr 2010|01:15pm]

[ mood | blank ]

Title: To The End
Author: weallfadeaway
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Self-loving, in-depth fanstasizing.
Pairing: Mikey/Frankie, Bert/Gerard, mentions Branden/Jepha
Summary: "There I was, trapped under his sweaty and writhing body. He was looking into my eyes, and I wish I could have gazed back, but my eyelids refused to stay open. Flesh on flesh, we received strange looks from the people walking in the park. Nevertheless, we just continued, caught up in the heat of the moment. Who cared what others thought?"
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story and I don't own the tapes of The Used/MCR orgy that happened in my basement.


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[01 Apr 2010|02:05am]

[ mood | confused ]

Title: Black
Author: weallfadeaway
Pairing: Frank/Mikey
Rating: PG13.
Warning: Language.
Disclaimer: I do not know any one in this story.
Summary: Frank hates detention. Frank mostly hates detention because he knows that he will always be in there.
Author's Note: Was listening to alot of Pearl Jam's "Ten" when I wrote this... "Black" is my fave. And when you read the lyrics, esp. "And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass/ Of what was everything? / All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... / All the love gone bad turned my world to black / Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... / I know someday you'll have a beautiful life / I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why / Why, why can't it be, can't it be mine" Yeah, kinda inspired me.

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New Chap! [17 Feb 2010|01:55am]

Title: Lost [2/?]
Author: my_life_myway33
Pairing: Possible Friky [Frank Iero/Mikey Way]
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Word Count: 1, 787
Summary: He got lost, but will he be found?
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words and the plot.
Warnings: There’s going to be vivid drug use and sexual exploits. If that stuff bothers you, then don’t go any farther.

I will be recording each chapter and posting the link below, if you’d like to hear my stupid voice read the chapters click away! When I finish the story I’ll combine them into one big download.

Pod!Fic: Prologue
Chapter 1 - Research

Past Parts: Prologue
Chapter 1 – Research

Chapter 2 - Confessions
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