⭐️ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ ⭐️ ʜɪɢʜᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ: #1 ɪɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ (2017) #1 ɪɴ ᴋʏʟᴏ (2021) #1 IN KYLOREN (2015-2022) #13 ɪɴ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ (2017) (𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕡.𝕧𝕚𝕚) started: december 20, 2015 finished: sometime early 2017 𝔻𝕀𝕊ℂ𝕃𝔸𝕀𝕄𝔼ℝ: *𝕚 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠 𝕚 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕖* (𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕚 𝕕𝕚𝕕, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣)

"My beautiful Puppet Boy and my beautiful Puppet Girl." A teenage boy and girl find themselves trapped in the lair of a crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ #1 in horror - 12/6/15 [featured - 12/30/15] IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Like basically if Matty was in a John Hughes movie. Cliche teenage scenarios and a lot of fun. I promise.

He was a wide eyed, halfway living boy, who looked pretty in the winter light, but was just another dandelion in the spring. And then he fell in love. He always did. [ 80s AU / matty works in a bookstore and he's a cute lil sweater nerd / george is this outrageous infamous punk boy who thinks he doesn't have feelings / he does / matty gives him a fucking run for his money ] [ COMPLETED ]

This isn't love. This is just sex. This is just attention. Matty tells himself that's just what he needs. Just moments in which he can forget, in which the world blurs out and he doesn't have to focus on everything so very wrong with both his mind and his body. It's like getting drunk without the hangover, in his mind it's the perfect solution to the boy who could never love him back. He's just not quite sure whether that boy is just George, or himself too. No kind of high, physical or emotional, could possibly take all his problems away, but he's content enough with those moments, even if he always loses much more of himself than just the worst kind of thoughts. [Genderfluid Matty] [Warnings for mentions/refrences to drug abuse, manipulative relationships, dysphoria, drunk sex, dubious consent, and very bad self care] [Those things don't relate to matty and george's relationship btw] [Cover art drawn by me]

Fan fiction // Matty Healy The 1975 // Horror // "I can't exist within my own head, so I insist in haunting your bed." Cover by @21duns

"you look lost." »»» pete takes a road trip across america for one reason and one reason only; to finally be alone. »»» "and, christ, it's raining..." »»» and yet, when he picks up a scrawny hitchhiker with a crooked smile and an impressive CD collection, he starts to change his mind. »»» "do you need a ride?" »»» but there's so much more to the story. »»» "hop in." #2 in PETEKEY #3 in FOB by wesley tyler (he/they)

**THIS STORY WILL NOT BE FINISHED** Pete Wentz was a man (well, more accurately, a teenage boy) that went on a bus. He sat next to another teenage boy named Mikey Way. Pete Wentz started a conversation with Mikey Way. They exchanged phone numbers. This is the story that sounds like it's from a bad nineties chick flick. There's lots of talk about sex and strong language just a warning!!!

(written in 2016) 2016/01/20 Sunday. If you really want to know about me, this first thing you'd want to read is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and what my parents did in their spare time before they had me, and all that John Green kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you really want to know the truth. In fact, I'd much rather start of by saying that my name is Mikey Way and I spend at least 16 hours a day of my life sitting in a wheelchair. I'd also like to let everyone here know that they are under no obligation to read my blog but I am under obligation to write it. On account of the fact that my therapist thinks I'm John Watson or some crap. Regardless, here I am, pretending to have something to say about how my day went even though if anyone asked I would say that I was fine. Because that's just what you're supposed to say instead of saying that it's cold and miserable and if you died you wouldn't really mind. But I'll post this anyway while pretending to think that anyone will read it.

Pete insists on spelling Mikey's name wrong. Mikey doesn't mind (mostly). based on that tumblr prompt where the barista insists on spelling the same customer's name wrong each time. aha I'm secretly both coffee shop ah trash AND high school au trash who will stop me