Patrick was a homebody, everybody knew that. Despite that and the mountain of homework he had, Joe had managed to convince him to get out to a party. Another one where Patrick didn't know a single person besides Joe. His plan was to find a quiet corner to pretend to sip his beer until he could dump it. Imagine his surprise when his plan gets crushed by one annoying bastard with a pretty smile. Pete Wentz. (tags and characters will be added as the fic continues) (this is also posted on my ao3 under thnksfrthpeterick)

"If one cannot understand his consequences, he cannot see himself as evil." Detective Gerard Way is investigating the murder of a young woman in New York, 1987. As the most insightful and resourceful detective in his field, his lack of leads and stable evidence frustrates him. Until he encounters a familiar figure from a past murder case, an intelligent and passionate criminal psychologist named Frank Iero. As a detective, Gerard is required to be suspicious, so much so that he is limited in human connections and empathetic abilities. The more uncanny events get, the more he realises how redundant trust is and why he swore off love so early on. People are not what they say they are and the supposed culprit's thirst for blood isn't quite satiated yet.

just because they took my last book down doesn't mean i'll give up 😼