To any of you who have heard of the song "Hey Joe" by Jimi Hendrix, this one's for you. This is my interpretation of the song in the style of Type O Negative's cover of the song "Hey Pete." Violent themes.

You are a college student in your early twenties, living in Brooklyn, New York City. The year is 1992. You work part-time at a local supermarket and happen to come across a mysterious man who turns out to be the troubled singer, songwriter, and bassist of Type O Negative.

If you ever daydreamed or running off into the woods and overtime finding the guy you'd love to run off with but he's passed away in real life this is a story of pure imagination

Vienna is not your very positive and uplifting type of girl... rather she is quite pessimistic and negative. She rarely sees the light in things, but there sure is one thing she will always love to death and that is Type O Negative, her favorite band. And one day, while working at the horrid Fun N' Stuff, her best friend Lia comes baring some huge news that is about to change their lives forever.

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You come home from a long day at work to a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom. It's your anniversary with Peter and he has a wonderful night planned out ;)

The idea for this oneshot came to me last night, while I was getting ready for sleep. Don't get your hopes up. Main inspirations: °Black Sabbath (from Satanic Perspective)- Type O Negative °Ghost song- The Doors ~~~~~~~~~~~ ⚠WARNING: disturbing, violent, sexual scenes and a lot of swearing/cursing

Awfully boring, never-ending summer vacation. It's just started and you're already missing school. No, of course you're not a nerd! You're just out of that crazy thing that they call home. You're all out of yelling, shouting and arguing, literally 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Thanks, mom. What will help you? What will get you out? - Unfortunately, sooner than you know, you'll be drawn into a complete different thing. A person, actually. Or fortunately? Tall, dark and mysterious, harsh and intriguing, impatient. A veil of secrets is swirling in the depths of his silky black hair. Is he the man for you? 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 °love eternal lust infernal bleeding, burning needing, yearning°

Life was killing him. So, to escape the chaos of touring, the pressures of the music business, the insanity of Brooklyn, and the demons that haunted him Peter takes a well deserved vacation with his love where they can live out their fantasies...at least temporarily. A companion piece to Like Loving the Dead. This fic contains sexual situations and implied substance abuse. Reader discretion is advised.

Will be full of stories of your favorites, The Drab Four 🖤. Hope you guys enjoy 😉.