"you know, cigarettes kill you." "but my dearest frank, you see here, that is my plan." [slow updates] [ all rights reserved excluding the characters : frank iero, gerard way, mikey way, and any other band members we might've mentioned ] copyright © 2014-2015 | mychemicalnomance

Pretty self-explanatory from the title lol kill me. Also just to clarify, this fic is a joke. Just like my life.

Patrick is Pete's baby boy and Pete is Patrick's daddy.

(@ryanross has followed you) ryanross: hi! aestheticdallon: woah, hi ryanross: i like your poems. aestheticdallon: what a high honor. In which a girl talks to her idol, but ends up with so much more.

Daniel James Howell is a sixteen year old gay boy who dresses in pastels and flower crowns, and can't be bothered to straighten his hair. He listens to NeverShoutNever, Taylor Swift, and Oh Honey. So why on Earth does Phillip Lester, bad boy supreme, follow him, if he's only ever hung out with similarly punk friends with muscles and piercings and tattoos? Because there is no way, n-o w-a-y, that he could like Dan. Right?

*'BEST PHANFICTION' WINNER (FANFICTION AWARDS 2018)* Daniel has anxiety and crumples paper to calm himself down. Phil has ADHD and diminishes hearts to bring himself up.

When they first met Pete was a teenager that spent most of his time in his room or with his misfit friends, and Patrick was his mom's mysterious boyfriend. Now, ten years later, they meet again. Except this time Pete's engaged to one of his best friends, and Patrick has a wife and a two year old son. ・•°・•°・。 So this is the sequel to Daddy! Hope you'll all enjoy it :-)

[completed] two strangers are stuck on an elevator on a rainy monday morning. confessions ensue. ; copyright © 2016