Being a matchmaking angel is pretty straightforward: get your assigned human, disguise as a human, find your assigned human, help them find their perfect match, go back home, await next assignment, repeat. There are only three rules: never get attached emotionally to your assigned human, never tell your assigned human that you're an angel, and never under ANY circumstances fall in love with your assigned human. Patrick Stump has been a matchmaking angel for a few years, and is good at what he does. He's matched hundreds of people up in his short career, and thinks he's immune to mistakes, but his latest assignment, a rock singer named Gerard Way, proves to be quite a difficult (and oddly intriguing) subject. Desperate to get the job done, he spends extensive time with Gerard, and as the new year rolls around, he realizes that maybe matchmaking isn't so straightforward.

On Tumblr there is a blog dedicated to a single headcanon that Kobra Kid/Mikey Way from Danger Days (MCR) is autistic. So I talked to the runner of the blog and we decided to cooperate and publish fics about this headcanon. Their blog is autistickobra.tumblr.com- all credit for headcanon ideas go to them. I'm just writing about them. The owner will be writing a seperate fic where it incorporates all of Kobra's autistic tendencies in one fic while I am writing a series of one-shots based on this headcanon. Make sure you go check them out, there will be a link to the blog in every chapter! Basically, this is just a series of oneshots based on the headcanon that Kobra Kid is autistic. Enjoy. **discontinued as it was just kind of a small project that I wanted to do but don't really have the drive anymore, it only lasted a couple of days- thanks anyway**

Pete adores Mikey. He's beautiful in a ratty old Anthrax tee and frayed jeans. She's beautiful in strawberry lipstick and a tight black skirt. They're beautiful in that soft blue jumper as Pete's perfect agender angel. But Mikey's dad doesn't seem to agree.

(written in 2016) 2016/01/20 Sunday. If you really want to know about me, this first thing you'd want to read is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and what my parents did in their spare time before they had me, and all that John Green kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you really want to know the truth. In fact, I'd much rather start of by saying that my name is Mikey Way and I spend at least 16 hours a day of my life sitting in a wheelchair. I'd also like to let everyone here know that they are under no obligation to read my blog but I am under obligation to write it. On account of the fact that my therapist thinks I'm John Watson or some crap. Regardless, here I am, pretending to have something to say about how my day went even though if anyone asked I would say that I was fine. Because that's just what you're supposed to say instead of saying that it's cold and miserable and if you died you wouldn't really mind. But I'll post this anyway while pretending to think that anyone will read it.

(not mine, by xsamtasticx on livejournal) summary: "Have fun eating your once-living flesh! I'll be in here masturbating to girl magazines I got from my pot-smoking friends!"