"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."

Frank and Gerard were childhood friends. And then they were enemies. Finally, they became strangers. They'd been friends though, and maybe they'd been a little too affectionate, because everyone thought the two of them would get married someday. Before they became enemies, they had even agreed to use each other as a backup plan. If, by the time they both reached their thirtieth year, they hadn't found someone to marry, they'd marry each other. They have thirty three days left. THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR 18+ AUDIENCES. I can't stop you from reading it at whatever age you are, but please be advised. DISCLAIMER: This fic features Brendon Urie as a character. It was written before allegations were made of Brendon's conduct, and I in no way support him or his actions.

Some people have a hard time letting go of high school grudges, and Tyler Joseph is guilty of that. And when Tyler finds out that the kid who used to bully him in high school, Josh Dun, has suffered from an accident, you're damn right he's gonna use it to his advantage.

"Why in the world do you have a babysitter? You're a teenager." "I have zero idea but my mother is paying you to watch me do my homework so you might as well just deal with it." ©nicosniners

Tyler Joseph is in wheelchair. Not for just a few weeks because he broke a bone. Not just for a few months after surgery. For life. He was born with a circulatory condition that made him unable to walk more than just a few steps each day. A few excruciatingly painful steps each day. He is the kindest, sweetest person on the planet, but he hated when people said he wasn't able to do something just because he was in a wheelchair. He had already overcome so much. He could do anything anyone else could. Tyler wanted nothing more than to find true love. That's all he dreamt about. Someone who treated him so kindly, someone who took care of him, someone who loved him. Someone who he could do the same for.

"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."

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/

"Come on, Patrick," Pete said, fingers grazing down the other man's arm. He smirked as he felt Patrick react to his touch and catch his fingers before they were pulled away. "Life isn't all numbers and logic. Math is meant to be a bore. The world isn't." Patrick is a compulsive math teacher with a twisted sense of humor and hatred for his obsessions. Pete is a boisterous art teacher with a sexy smirk and hatred for Patrick's unhappiness. Patrick wants nothing to do with Pete. Pete wants everything to do with Patrick. Cue Brendon Urie and Dallon Weekes.

he was told to always stay away from the crybabies, especially the one with the red hair and tattoos, but you know what? he's never been the one to listen. fem!tyler badboy!josh -slightly based on the movie crybaby-