"because sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head." ; [ lowercase intended - trigger warnings towards mentions of suicidal thoughts and self harm. this story is written by using every single lyric from twenty one pilots' "migraine", i plan to make this a part of a series. it's basically 'migraine' embodied in a story. enjoy!! ]

Summary: Ryan is a misanthropic Starbucks barista who is a tired insomniac and just wants to be left alone. Then Brendon moves in. myheartradio on livejournal

(This was written years ago, sorry it's terrible. Read my new shit tho!) Pete wentz, exorcisms, and band members. What else could someone ever ask for?

A story in wich a high ranked demon accidently missed to kill one of his victims and things start to get weird. He doesn't know how to deal with that sort of things. - So, hi first of all. This is my first fanfic. I'll try to write as good as possible. I do not live in an English country, so I hope you don't mind some mistakes !!! I started this over a year ago so the writing is pretty shit but I swear it'll get better!!!

not mine!!!!!!! creds go to SoloChaos on archive of our own just another copy of the forest fic make sure you have tissues

Josh can read emotions, not that it's ever helped him. Suffocating in a town that is outrageously boring, Josh just wants something- anything- to happen. But when a new boy arrives in school, someone so afraid of something it hurts, Josh is determined to find out what, before it's too late //COMPLETED//

"What about plan A?" Brendon asked nervously. "Plan A's never work out, let's just go straight to plan B." AN: I DONT OWN THESE PEOPLE AND RESPECT THEIR LIVES ⚠️⚠️This is not about getting pregnant and needing a plan b, I just realized some confusion that may arise⚠️⚠️

{Sequel to RyroRoss⚡️ is typing} :half kik half irl: Ryan and Brendon have been married for 2 years and have entered parenthood They have moved out of their old apartment and into a renovated barn with 5 acres of land They have a son named: Clayton Ryan Ross-Urie. And their 3 dogs: Sandy, Kiwi, and Crazy. COMPLETED✔️

Kik Fic with REALLY short chapters because I have no patience And I'm REALLY short (completed)✔️

We took eight exes and sat them in a room with a camera, a list of questions and a bottle of what we call our "Demon Drink Mix". Shots strong enough to knock the devil off his throne. The game is simple. Truth or Drink. Each pair of exes will be asked a series of questions no one would want to answer. A dare or two will be thrown in just for the fun or it. Either they answer honestly, or they take a shot. It's up to them whether or not they want to risk getting a hangover from hell.