An excellent serial killer, who has never failed any of his missions. Nobody can soften his cold heart... Except one. Highest ranking so far: #2 in Peterick & #1 in Fall Out Boy - TRIGGER WARNING: frequent cussing, mention of self harm, rape and suicide -

❝"Are you an angel, Gerard?" "I was." He replies simply, "I was an angel."❞

❝i want to have a perfect world where i'm happy and i don't have to worry about all this shit. i want to live in a world where i'm numb to love and i'm not a completely heartbroken mess.❞ ❝where he might love me.❞

Patrick has been in love with pete for a long time, but will he finally have the courage to tell him? And if he does, will Pete feel the same way, or will Patrick be rejected? From this secret, will a relationship grow, or will it ruin their friendship forever?! We Are, a Peterick (A Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump) love story. {{TRIGGER WARNING: themes of self harm, and possibly other things i forget}}

I couldn't find a single male reader in the supernatural tag so I wrote one lmao. The reader is a "witch", but not the sell your soul kind. When another witch(incidentally the 'sell your soul' kind) starts on her hit list, you get caught trying to stop her by Sam and Dean. Ironically, your a bit of a small town hunter yourself. After teaming with the brothers to stop miss Do-No-gooder, you decide to stick around. After many hunts and "harmless" flirting, you might just be falling in love with a smart-mouthed son of a gun

"Pay attention, honey. That's how you got yourself into this mess in the first place, because you weren't paying attention." Business is business. Some people, such as the man known as Gerard Way, understand the concept flawlessly. And others, such as the boy known as Frank Iero, fall victims to men who take the concept and run with it. [ T.W: i don't update whoops ]

Stock·holm syn·drome /noun/ feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.

Frank iero: powerful, criminal mastermind, leader of one of the biggest drug/theft organizations worldwide. 26 years old. Deadly. Gerard Way: Incredibly shy florist owner, relatively well known Artist in his community. Diagnosed with anxiety and paranoia at age 16. 20 years old. As harmful as a petal. Power, corruption, and lust.

"We've got a new student from Boston coming in. He's a very sweet boy and needs to be shown around. Can you show him around for me?" "Why me?" Pete knows the answer to that. --It's because you're a lonely, shitty, depressing emo and you need a goddamn friend. "Because I know you two would get along great!" Principal Mann smiles. Liar. WARNING: SEVERAL TRIGGERS ----READ FIRST CHAPTER Beautiful cover made by: @z3nni_y

Frank and Gerard were childhood friends. And then they were enemies. Finally, they became strangers. They'd been friends though, and maybe they'd been a little too affectionate, because everyone thought the two of them would get married someday. Before they became enemies, they had even agreed to use each other as a backup plan. If, by the time they both reached their thirtieth year, they hadn't found someone to marry, they'd marry each other. They have thirty three days left. THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR 18+ AUDIENCES. I can't stop you from reading it at whatever age you are, but please be advised. DISCLAIMER: This fic features Brendon Urie as a character. It was written before allegations were made of Brendon's conduct, and I in no way support him or his actions.