Pete Wentz was used to late night hook-ups, drunken kisses, and getting on his knees. For anyone. Mikey Way was used to coffee cups, The Smiths, and hearing about his brother's boyfriend every second. So why Pete Wentz ended up writing Mikey Way a song and performing it at a house party was beyond everyone.

sequel to To People Who Leave! Read that before this - - - Loss. It's lonely and it's sad. And it draws people together. Everyone wants to be together. But for Pete There is no one there. He's lost And all his people have left, as well as the autumn leaves. #2 in the petekey tag! petekeyaf 2016 ©

"People are like leaves, they can't stay forever." Pete Wentz knows this. Someone tells him this everyday. Everyday Pete gets a letter from someone he supposedly doesn't know, or at least that's what they say. He knows basically everything about them and he wants to know more, when the letters stop coming. petekeyaf 2015 ©

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

Party Poison truly is a hero to many, and one of Battery City's last hopes for freedom and peace. He's the ideal savior - he's strong, confident, witty, and everything he wishes he could stop pretending to be.

Frank Iero has always loved motorcycles. And Gerard Way, the man with the bright red hair, part of the most famous motorcycle gang around- BL/I- has always been someone he looks up to. But one day, they get kicked out of said gang. In rebellion they start their own gang, calling it The Fabulous Killjoys and themself Party Poison. And Frank is all for it. (I have no idea whether these are the killjoys or members of MCR- I suppose it's a blend) Cover art and story idea are by my friend Darku (@KobraKidSimp)

Hi! This is my second fanfic a Y/N x Conan Gray, definitely not any smut though some may be slightly sPiCy (Conan is an actual person and I don't believe people have the right to do that to others), this is made because I'm really bored and my ADHD makes it easier to write a fanfic rather than my ACTUAL FRIGGIN BOOK. But it's ok I'll be fine. (I think). I plan on finishing this, unless the suicidal thoughts get to me haha. Conan is his own person and this whole thing is a complete fantasy please remember that! Love you all so much, here's 'Please don't go, go'.

❛𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋' 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐘, 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, ❛𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐌𝐄 ❜, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘,❜ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Conan Gray commits an accidental murder, and the only person to know of this is his best friend, or secret desired lover, Heather. ᥫ᭡⋆˙⟡ This story may contain smut and strong violent language as well as other graphic scenes and description, you have been warned. This book is based off of the song Comfort Crowd from Conan's album Kid Krow. If your not a fan, you wouldn't understand. Enjoy Comfort Crowd <3 please vote if you can!! Complete! 🤍

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