If I could hit Patrick with his own trombone, I'd be much happier. Maybe it would knock some sense into him. Not being able to divorce him is a bigger problem than I thought.

Frank has done some bad things in his life. Some really bad things. But Gerard, his new cellmate....yeah, he's done worse. Much worse. Frank doesn't know this, though, when they meet- all he sees is a ragged, dark man with dark hair and dark eyes and a bright, golden cross around his neck. And all he knows is that Gerard is the first of his cellmates to refuse the offer he always makes- have sex with him. He's also the first of his cellmates to have gotten out. This is not my fic. This was NOT franksenpai's fic. This fic was originally written by Venne on mibba, which can be found here: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/483749/A-Bullet-Through-a-Flock-of-Doves/

I have lots of ideas so here they are! ~~~Please enjoy :)

❝ @geeway commented on your post: damn baby you looking hella fine @frnkiero replied to your comment: sleaze ❞ {started 2 july, 2017. finished 9 aug, 2017.} ©prettyiero all rights reserved. a ferard/frerard fanfiction

/ˈskitˌsoid/ adjective (psychiatry) 1. denoting or having a personality type characterized by emotional aloofness and solitary habits. :.warnings:.:.SPOILERS.:.:(mentions of) depression, [GRAPHIC] (mentions of) self harm, mature themes, (mentions of) suicide, (mentions of) murder.:

•••Sequel to Rain••• Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump are high school sweethearts. Correction: were Pete and Wentz and Patrick Stump were high school sweethearts up until their unwanted-but necessary-break up in college. 6 years later and they've move on to bigger things and new people. But then they meet... Again. The weatherman better get his ass on TV because a storm is brewing. Forecast? A big storm with a... chance of mistakes chance of apologies chance of hatred chance of destruction chance of love chance of heartbreak chance of death chance of happiness chance of an affair And a chance of a rainbow. But you know... The weatherman isn't always correct. #1 in Peterick 8/26/18 **This book contains references to the Milk Fic. At the time of writing, I didn't know who the author of it was, and what she did. I do not support her or the Milk Fic. Please do not bring her any attention, and do not mention her fic. Anyone new to the fandom (like I was at the time of writing this) does not know her, and they find it funny to reference. Please allow anyone new to know the Milk Fic was written by a woman with several charges against her.

Title says all... I apologize in advance.

Welcome to the hotel with no name. I must say we're happy you came. When you need a nice place to stay. Our door is open at night and day. Inside is everything you'd wish for. So leave all problems at the door. Come and sign in, kick up your feet. But there is not a sign-OUT sheet.

Pete wakes up in a city. A city with no people. A city that is slowly being enveloped by a mysterious black smoke. With no one around him, trapped in his own mind what will Pete do?

Shut up. Leave me alone. I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy. It wasn't me. It wasn't me. Go away! Never!