Pikey Stories

Satan is becoming weak from lack of dark souls, from lack of satanists, from lack of fear. He needs to spread fear throughout the human population to regain his strength again. But how can he scare people to death if he is confined to the limits of hell. This is where the killjoys come in. They are strong enough to have modifications and to do the dirty work for him. But what will happen when Mikey finds a person he can't scare the life out of and is scaring all his victims before he can get there?

Pete and Mikey were best friends, inseparable. However, they both had a secret that they wouldn't dare to admit.

Pete Wentz/ Mikey Way. The beginning is a little cliche, bare with me. It's your typical love story. Boy meets boy when one of them is pick-pocketing the other. You know, the usual. Wait, that's not a typical story line? Dang. DEDICATED TO MY FAVORITE PETEKEY SHIPPER ALEX :))))))

This is a collection of horror one-shots that I've written for ships like Frerard, Kellic, Cashby, and Jalex. I do take suggestions. (WARNING: these one-shots DO contain graphic descriptions of murder, hauntings, death, torture, and some sexual acts. If you are uncomfortable reading any of the mentioned, DO NOT READ)

Mikey left with the weird Wentz kid, leaving Frank to run into his gothic brother, Gerard, who only comes out of the basement for coffee. When Frank was invited to go with him to the cemetery, he was only expecting poetry slams, and only going one night. But something weird is happening, and Gerard has some attractive force that isn't just due to looks.

( DISCONTINUED; PLEASE READ END NOTE ) Pete Wentz is a nerd. A goddamned, classic nerd. Here's the catch: he's a nerd in hiding. - hs!au [ cover made by my fav @kingjeremythewicked ]

We never get the whole story, we only get fragments, tiny pieces of the bigger picture. It's hard to tell truth from lies, when you don't have answers, but that what's Frank searching for The truth. But it just happens this time the truth lies in the strange art teacher. Somebody that Frank doesn't know whether to trust, or stay away from.

Pete Wentz works at a Publix. Lame, you would think? That's what Pete thinks. Until the day, Patrick Stump, cute little innocent boy walks in to get coffee. He messes with Pete's head. Pete can't control it. He decides to try to talk to his best friend, Mikey Way...

Gerard was sober Frank was happy Bandit was being properally raised and for a moment, it all seemed real. That was until Gerard got the call from his producers and he realized how he had been kidding himself for so long. Life wasn't getting any better. It was only getting worse. *beware that there may be spelling/grammar errors* *disclaimer that some information are not necessarily true about the chsracters in real life*

Pete can't deal with another day in Battery city, so what does he do. The little shit runs away and joins the killjoys of course. He meets some old friends of his and some strange new one. Oh and of course petekey because I'm trash.

I'm still trying to figure this out, but this is basically a Petekey fic.

Gerard and Mikey Way. Brothers. Both turned to vampires when they were younger. They know how it happened, but they don't know who did it. Brendon Urie. Died, but came back. He's not zombie, no, but something like a demon. He knows he tried to kill himself, but he keeps doing thing with out control. Josh Dun. Died, didn't come back, but also never left. He's attached to the Joseph family. He knows he's dead, he knows he a ghost. Though he hardly remember who he was, and doesn't have the slightest clue as to who killed him. Joshler is not in this!

So, the biggest question: why? Why did I do it? If I were to answer honestly, I don't know, but at the exact same time, I completely do. It's weird, and I hate it, because I can never explain it properly. I want to- god, do I want to, because I want you to understand what I'm trying to say, even though I don't understand myself. I've figured on not figuring myself out; I want you to, though, because you're one of the few people who have ever mostly understood, and I need you to understand for the sake of your own closure.

-texting- -completed- where Pete is an adorable muffin and Mikey won't give him the time of day -trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, depression, alcoholism - almost this entire book is a feelz trip - no smut, you're welcome-

Frankie is just like me, like you and every other fangirl on the planet. He ships, likes dicks, fan fics and bands. When Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance announce a tour to New Jersey, he knew he had to see his 2 favourite bands. After practically selling his soul to Satan, he finally got tickets. Will the 15 year old get to meet the causes of his hermitness and addiction to ramen noodles? You'll have to read to find out! *dramatic music* {this is not a troll, I'm just a very trolly kind of person.}

"These are our years when we're supposed to be able to start doing things, forming the type of person we're gonna be." "Please, if this is what I become. Tell everyone I'm sorry." No one is the same. We are all different, completely unique. So it is understandable we act differently in different situations. They started off so nice, so innocent, but the harshness of reality hit them like a ton of bricks. It changed them. Three friends, best friends. They were closer, than close but when forced into an awkward party they begin to form their new selves. The beginning of learning how important it was to have a reputation and how important it is to uphold it. They had each other's back and they most certainly were going to face hell together.

something i wrote with my friends on kik and i just copied it here for safekeeping won't be finished,, ever,, unless i continue it myself (really not likely)

Desolation Row Mikey Way, as a vampire/ sixteen candles Pete Wentz vampire.