Based off the prompt; There is an urban legend that's been circulating for years about a taxi that doesn't take you where you need to go but where you need to go. One night you step into this cab Pete feels useless after his and Patrick's break up. But why would Pete trust him again?

A collection of frikey oneshots REQUESTS OPEN Warnings are posted at the start of each chapter.

Pete was a vampire. Patrick was a hunter. Patrick wanted Pete dead. Pete fell in love. Or Vampires do exist. They're needy psychopaths, who feed on blood and fear. They're dangerous. They're to be avoided at all costs. Pete Wentz is one of them. He might not look it, with sallow, golden skin, and eyes brimming with stolen life, but that's just it, isn't it? You just can't tell who's who, just by looking at them. Things are never that simple. Things are never as simple as just a one night stand with the cynic, filled to the fedora brim with hatred for everything- especially vampires. [[Completed]] WARNING: {Contains mentions of smut, depression, death, gore, violence and a fuhk ton of strong language.}

Pete Wentz, a seventeen year old boy that moved out to a new town. Mikey Way, a sixteen year old cross dresser that lives next door to Pete Wentz. Best friends, Ex friends, Lovers [[Completed]]

Gerard is a hardcore punk who bullies Frank. Frank is a boy that likes girly clothes and gets bullied by Gerard. Pete and Mikey have a lot of sex. Warning; homophobic slurs, mentions of sexual deeds, cursing, brief transphobic slur