Mikey is bored of New Jersey. He's seen every inch of its state and he wants to see something new. So he decides to go to Chicago. He's not looking for much, but he may get more than he asked for ;)

Every year the school hosts a game. Find all the objects and you win. Brendon has played for the last three years, this is his last. Ryan is a newbie and is lost. When handcuffed together for the games, the two must fight it out to win the game.

Completed. Word count: 52,513 Stock·holm Syn·drome - noun: a psychological response in which victims develop feelings of trust and compassion for their captor, almost as if they're not being held as a hostage. Li·ma Syn·drome - noun: a condition in which abductors develop a sense of sympathy for their hostages, sometimes resulting in romantic attraction.

Parading your love in your homes is easy. At least for Pete Wentz it is. He's open about love no matter where he is. But Mikey. The limelight isn't his scene and he gets scared. Why can't he see it's the same thing as being alone? petekeyaf 2015 ©

Dead bodies are piling up and so are Brendon's anxieties. He'd moved to this small boring town with the hopes of a quiet life. But what happens when he meets, Ryan, the man responsible for the kills? Well he falls for him, of course! Can he change Ryan's ways so they can live happily ever after? Or will Ryan change him? One things for sure, they're sticking together. Because while the victims Ryan stabs, dies...... Their love doesn't.u (Co Written with: 0_who_me_0 check that bitch out ! She's awesome ❤️)

❝ We don't believe what's on TV, because it's what we want to see. ❞ Tyler Joseph never thought his life would end up like this. But thanks to a special drummer-boy, who could possibly dye his hair every shade of color in existence and not go bald, the inevitability of getting dragged into problems and utter messes, was almost impossible. [ON HOLD]

short stories and joshler trash.

"Nobody needs you, Tyler" He'd heard this voice and these words so many time before. But maybe this time, it was right. "I know." *Self Harm Trigger Warning*

The sex industry was a dangerous place, everyone knew that. Sure, it had its perks, but for glamour model Ryan Ross, the only perk was being asked to partake in a photoshoot with gorgeous pornstar Brendon Urie, a man he both hated and admired. That single photoshoot might just have been the detonation that started everything: the lies, the affairs, the heartbreak, the scheming - in order to stay sane, you had to keep your hands to yourself. And for someone like Brendon, it would be the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. Because when you fall, you bring everyone else down with you. "How can you be okay with yourself knowing that you caused all...this?" "I'm never okay with myself, Ryan. Ever." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.