"I hate my weaknesses, They make me who I am." In which a girl who can feel others emotions lives next door to a boy who feels too much. Or the one where Frank Iero meets his neighbor and learns about the simplicity of self-doubt. [SHORT STORY][Alternate title: The Simplicity of Self-Doubt] Copyright © 2016 by miserableyouth Ranked: short story #855 [08.10.18] frankiero #1 [04.10.20] mychemicalromance #2 [04.02.20]

"How the fuck did bashing you in the head with my locker make you wanna be my friend?" ©paypals 2016-17

Flawless ➝ Criminal Minds [Spencer Reid] ✓ 2014 Transferred from her previous position in the FBI to join the Behavioural Analysis Unit, a spark of attraction instantly flares between Agent Amelia Shields and profiler Dr. Spencer Reid. But when the mysterious 'Flawless Killer' hits Quantico, Amelia finds herself to be one of his victims. Can Reid and the team catch the Un-Sub before Amelia suffers a similar fate to the others?

She, Scarlette, could give you a list of reasons defending her decision to end her life. She could go on and on about how it isn't fair that her foster family is looked down upon by the community, all because her brother is gay. She could tell you how hard it is to focus in school because of the bullies. She could tell you how much she feels like a burden to her foster family. She could walk right off the edge of her high school's roof, too. But she can't. From his house across the street, high-school drop out Gerard sees her on top of the school. He races over to her, and gives her an ultimatum: step away from the edge, or he'll jump after. How could she be responsible for his death? All he asks for is all of Spring Break, two weeks, to convince her that the world isn't better off without her. That there are so many things for her to live for. As she agrees not to end her life that night and to give him two weeks, she truly begins to live. Even when she's put to the ultimate test.

Frank is a hopelessly short, hopelessly desperate, and just generally hopeless highschooler, whose only friend is the amazingly tall kid with the 'fro: Ray Toro. School is mundane, school is just, well, school: Lindsey Ballato is a goddess, Pete Wentz is a MySpace whore, and Brendon Urie totally deserved getting kicked in the balls last summer, but then Mikey fucking Way turns up and before Frank knows it he's over at the Way household and swooning over an unfairly hot older brother who has totally just made out with an overly casual Lindsey Ballato. And that's not even to mention Gerard's past and sort of ex-boyfriend Bert McCracken who he kind of did, kind of didn't leave in the old town he and Mikey just moved from, but what is for sure is that Gerard Way can't help but stare at Mikey's sort of best friend, Frank, just a little too much. But Gerard is older and sort of world's away from Frank's league: he's like Lindsey Ballato - unobtainable and godly, and most definitely a member of the elite sex club that Frank reckons Lindsey's involved in. And this elite club of people who've seen Gerard Way naked? Let's say, Frank Iero wants in... to Gerard's pants. However Mikey thinks that it's less of a club and more of a support group.

I held the cigarette between my teeth, lighting it up with the lighter and took a drag, leaning my head back against the brick building. I played with the wheel of the lighter, watching it spark, and every now and then, briefly burn. It was a lot like life, about how it would spark and fade. There are those certain moments in life that flare up and spark. Those are the memories that you would remember for a lifetime, either good or bad. Sometimes they would grow into more, and burn. Some things burned brighter than others. But if you weren't careful, the flames could burn you. They would eat you up, and swallow you whole. And I had already let the flames begin. A Mikey Way / My Chemical Romance fanfiction (High school AU) / complete ✓

{Completed} - I smiled at him, taking the hand from my knee and intertwining our fingers together, silencing his bouncing leg. "So far this night has turned out quite cliché hasn't it?" I spoke as he grinned sheepishly and gazed down at our hands. "A girl and a boy sneak out together, expecting to explore the city. The girl," I motioned to myself, "is approached by an overly confident guy who gets beaten to the ground by the seemingly smaller boy," I motioned to Brendon who frowned slightly, "who she then develops feelings for at the sight of his strength." "And here we are," he smirked, lifting up our intertwined fingers. "Yes, and are you going to tell me where we are going now?" He grinned widely as his eyes moved past mine out of the bus window. He slid his fingers out of my grasp to point at a large flickering sign that read, House of Memories, in an intensely fluorescent blue. (I promise this is more of a band fic than a story about high school lol, in other words, I like to think it gets better as the story progresses so, pls bare with me)

Their fates were like the collision of the northern lights; enthralling, experimental, and inevitable. Harry Styles au | Mature

Stella Jones thought moving from Trenton, New Jersey to Belleville wouldn't be fun. Hey, she was right. Or so she thought. I mean, who would like moving from a so-so town all the way across the state to a complete dump? To make matters worse, all her friends were back in her old town. When her dad forces her to get a job, she finally gets hired at a CD store. Upon her first day of working there, she befriends Bob Bryar and gets the pleasure of meeting his four other friends/band mates. They're all nice - some more than others - but there's one that stands out. Mikey Way. She doesn't know what it is about him but she does know that she feels especially connected with him. As the year goes on, the group goes through the usual ups and downs of every friendship but Stella finds herself having different feelings for Mikey. Will she do anything about it? Will it take a toll on her friendship with him or the others?