He is Gerard, and she is also Rapunzel.

When Bob glances up from the board, there's someone standing next to him. He twitches, startled, and lifts his hands up automatically so they don't jar any of his levels. "Do you need something?" he half-shouts, leaning in so the guy can hear him.

he smutty happenings I promised to write for my Kitty story

Wherein Bob is a marshmallow (although not literally), Spencer is the prettiest, and Jon has secret manpain.

WentzWang is the world’s foremost producer of bisexual porn.

Ray didn't ever lie to his band. Not telling them he was a werewolf technically wasn't a lie. Besides, having a werewolf in a rock band is hardly a big deal.

Gerard and Mikey and Pete, and the combinations thereby implied.

White House AU.

"So, okay." Ray takes a deep breath, lets it out slow and careful. "You're saying that you two are, what, hermaphrodites?" "Not hermaphrodites," Gerard says. "Just - sometimes we're guys, and sometimes we're girls, you know?"

Sex tape

Bob is the third wheel. Set a few years in the future.

It was not long after this conversation (and the subsequent conversations that involved copious use of the words 'cockslut' and 'bottom Bob') that the members of My Chemical Romance (sans Bob, naturally) decided to throw Bob a surprise gangbang party.

Bob. Frank. Worm. and entirely too many puppies.

The Fourth of July has turned into the fifth of July, and Pete's alone. He had fallen asleep on the couch at some point, tired out from weeks of his insomnia being as bad as it ever gets, plus the sunshine, plus chasing people around all day with a water gun, plus having a couple beers.

Have you ever noticed that Frank's kind of...

Mafia AU where Frank is the muscle, Mikey is next in line and Bob's the police officer investigating them.

‘The Way Brothers have all my favorite things--incest, prettiness, violence, wild habits, religious overtones, and unconventional family dynamics cemented by emotional bonds. All they need is guns.’

For the first week after Mikey leaves the Paramour, he doesn't answer his phone.

Everyone on the tour jokes about it: oh, Frank's in heat.

MCR GSF chatfic!

Porn, pretty much.

sex pollen! PWP

And the thing is, he's bad at confrontations, but he knows Mikey well enough to know his next step will be to let Gerard have Ray. He also knows himself well enough to know he might take him.

Frank's got an impressive collection and he's ok with sharing in more ways than one.

It's like a love rectangle.

Spencer really wishes that "sorry, I had to slay this vampire" was an excuse he could actually use for not having finished his homework. It's not like it's not true. (AU in which the Panic boys are still in high school, and Spencer finds out he's destined to be a Slayer, a la the Buffyverse.)

Seven months after Gerard gets clean and Bob joins the band (those two events remain intrinsically entwined in Brian's head) Brian hooks up with Mikey the first time.

Various bandom men in slash parings at lamaze classes.

Frank and Mikey get turned into vampires and Frank's not sure he can deal with being a monster.

This is the slavefic. Boys in cages. AU. EPIC hurt/comfort (~200,000 words.) You have been warned. As [info]seimasin put it: this story definitely cannot be summed up in 100 words or less. Unless those words are "slaves! and shooting! and running! and angsting! and kissing! and more angsting! and a bunch of kids named Alex! did we mention the angst?

Jon and Spencer own a flower shop in a small town, and when the town’s pastor dies, Brendon comes to live with them and take over the job. Summerville’s full of people in love, and Brendon’s not immune to the town’s charms himself – when they’re in the form of a certain Sunday school teacher.

Inspired by the "Desolation Row" video. Basically my first thought (once I was able to THINK again, that is) after watching it was...'there needs to be fic where Bob is in handcuffs and blows the other four guys in turn.' So then I told everybody (because I *am* that stupid) that I was gonna write it blah blah so I would have no choice BUT to write it. That's the only way I get things done, it seems.

Bizarre zombie/vampire hybrids attack, Gerard is sad because no one will take it seriously, Pete hits on Jon, Brendon and Frank giggle at each other, and Joe and Ray have a hair-off. \o/

Before There Was A Name: It begins with two. Saturation: Jon decides it’s time to grow up. Even if that means living out of his car in Las Vegas. Standing Right Outside Your Door: Christmas-y AU. “Brendon,” Frank said slowly, “you’re not really considering making a life-changing decision based off a Will Ferrell movie, are you?” Brendon is an elf, tired of living at the North Pole, so he escapes to the least Christmas-like place he can think of…

Fallen Angels!! My favorite thing ever!(seriously , you can ask my bff, I sort of have an obsession with them) This one is a little dark too, and turns some religious ideals on their ear, ( something else I am quite fond of!) Need more? How about a band with the Way brothers and Ryan Ross and Spencer Smith (could you die? ) I don't have the words for this, just that it grabbed ahold of me and wouldn't let go for a long long time.

Brendon watches in a mildly horrified fashion as Spencer lifts the poster off the ground, his forehead crinkling as he looks it over. He thinks miserably about how all his plans for coolness are flying out the window as he sits there. He’s just about to resign himself to another four years of being shoved into lockers (or whatever the slightly snobby college equivalent is – Brendon shudders to think), but all Spencer says is “Huh.” Brendon doesn’t say anything, so Spencer starts reading out loud. “’Auditions are being held this weekend, the 29th and 30th of September, for the student drama society’s production of The History Boys.’ Cool.”

When Gerard realizes that he’ll never get with Lyn-Z after his friends let him know she’s into girls, there’s only one possible course of action: dress in drag and join her punk rock Dolly Parton cover band in hopes of wooing her. High school AU.

Bob isn't especially surprised when Frank calls his hotel room at just after midnight to ask if he wants to come hang out.

sometimes two and two is eventually three.

Ten times Disney did it best.

Neither Frank nor Bob is the pregnant one, but they seem to be the ones doing all the freaking out. And they can’t even blame the hormones.

None of them really know what's up with Frank lately.

It started off as a joke.

410. MCR Bob/Frank/Jamia WWII AU - (I am borrowing elements of this from someone else who may or may not wish to remain nameless) Frank and Jamia get married right before Frank goes off and gets killed in the war. Bob is wounded trying to save him and gets sent home. Jamia is pregnant, and Bob promised Frank he'd take care of her if anything happened to Frank, and they end up getting married. It's totally a ~marriage of convenience~ at first, but over time, they fall in love and it is slow and shy and full of guilty longing. BUT THEN it turns out Frank hadn't died, he'd been taken prisoner, and he's released when the war's over. He's starved and beaten and sick, and Jamia and Bob nurse him back to health, and there is stoic pining and people worried about honor and duty and thinking they're the fifth wheel. AND THEN A HAPPY THREESOME ENDING. *cough*

Futurefic in which Bob and Brian have a long-term, committed relationship (with lots of smoking-hot BSDM play), and occasionally find a third. This starts out light and sweet and funny, full of banter and utterly adorable (Bob + Way baby = insane levels of cute), and slides right into something incredibly, intensely, amazingly hot. Lovely voices, nice little details, impressively realistic BDSM... Gorgeous.

Bad timing, bad luck, and the right kind of self-destructive taste.

Everything's different when Lindsey gets pregnant.

Gerard passed over the lube and condoms, hesitated, then said, "This isn't a stunt dick thing." Adam raised an eyebrow. "Okay?" "Okay," said Gerard. "I'm just saying. I could take care of this myself." "I'm sure you're more than capable," said Adam in a soothing voice. "Look, if this is weirding you out, that's cool. Sometimes a guest star only seems like a good idea."

Patrick loves the tentacle beds. Bob is not so sure.

When Spencer is born, he gets his dad’s blue eyes, his mom’s auburn hair and his great, great, great grandparents’ lycanthropy. A story about Spencer's life growing up as a werewolf, meeting his mate and being confused as to why one of his band mates smells so fucking good all the time.