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Every fall out boy song is like *nonsense lyric* *nonsense lyric* *the most profound cunt serving couplet in the English language since Shakespeare that sends you straight back to middle school* *nonsense*
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oreos-ate-my-balls · 1 year
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i don’t think people understand the deep and unhinged impact fall out boy has had in my life; like dead ass i’ve never been as codependent as i am with this band
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alonetogether · 1 year
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dude they literally had FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS do you not SEE... half doomed semi sweet... boys next door out of assholes.... SATURDAY TRADITION SPANNING 20 YEARS AND COUNTING... me and pete in the wake of saturday..... pete and i.... we’re like one guy in a band.. when we swim we swim together... i will shield you from the waves if they find you (cue the bad folie concerts where pete stands in front of patrick to stop him getting hit by glowsticks/bottles/etc)..... and its always a joy when i get to help pete tell his (story)... patrick is an ipod full of my favorite songs.. stumptown, population: pete wentz... we go together like pb&j or like the descendants and metallica... i will never end up like him behind my back i already am keep a calendar this way you will always know..... and in the end id do it all again i think youre my best friend... patrick is the good looking cute as a button guy in the middle there... when i want patrick to sing in my ear i call him on the phone and he does it.... when pete sends me words its like christmas morning...p steezy and p weezy... me and patrick finish each others sentences... there is some connection thats beyond (him and patrick)... nice butt i mean work... he’s kinda my other half... i dont think pete sees himself as a bass player, he sings through me... if you could be any superhero who would you be: patrick stump... YOU ARE MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE CABBAGE / I LOVE YOU A THOUSAND TIMES...  we would have been friends cause i dreamt him... this was the name of the ship my grandfather served on in the 50s (uss stump) / the universe is always talking - sometimes you just gotta listen to it... MORE THAN AN HOUR!!!!
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princesspete · 4 months
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peterick coded smfs lyrics/lyrics that just make me go hm. pete wentz has something unresolved in his sexuality and it might involve patrick
you were the sunshine of my lifetime (what would you trade the pain for?)
give up what you love, before it does you in*
*this is about being in a band. however,
thaw out my freezer burn feelings for twenty summers
PART TIME SOULMATE FULL TIME PROBLEM!!!!
remember us, just like this, forever (but this can’t won’t last)
love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out
my mood board is just pictures of you (but i’m not sad anymore)
god like. the entirety of heaven Iowa..
kiss my cheek, baby please; would you read my eulogy?
I will never ask you for anything (except to dream sweet of me)
twice the dreams, but half the love / be careful what you bottle up (THE CHEMISTRY IS A MESS IT SEEMS) :(
late at night in my room, lie awake, think of you and all your little dooms (last night I dreamt I still knew you.)
I CARVED OUT A PLACE IN THIS WORLD FOR TWO; BUT IT’S EMPTY WITHOUT YOU
we thought we had it all :(((
I think I’ve been going through it (and I’ve been putting your name to it)
in another life you were my babe :( in another life you were the sunshine of my lifetime :((
thoughts but also. this is just me being insane so it’s standalone
"the entirety of heaven iowa" made me lose it but. real.
honestly for me i think the most...heart wrenching lines comes from heartbreak feels so good, primarily:
We said we'd never grow up It's open season on blue moods Light from a screen of messages unsent
something about the realization that folie and srar are the only albums without blue references but there's only this one in all of smfs... 🤔 open season on blue moods huh...
i think heartbreak feels so good is generally underrated that song makes me want to throw my head back and dance and cry and twirl — i know patrick said he wrote what a time to be alive while imagining the saddest wedding imaginable, but something about heartbreak feels so good right now really also encapsulates that feeling to me.
OH of course and so good right now. i really do like this song but the whole "and all of our wildest dreams, they just end up with a-you and me" it's /our/ wildest dreams and in our joint dream it's only you and me. so let's drive until the engines fucking stop (and maybe even go back to the places we never should have left).
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omegalomania · 2 years
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i think out of every single pw secret blogspot poem this one might be the one that gives my soul the most incalculable psychological damage because just thinking about it hurts me. it hurts me. june 2009 with the impending hiatus, with lyrics that would end up on vices & virtues because once fall out boy split with no guarantee theyd ever reconvene its like he just....gave these to panic because he didnt have a patrick to send them to anymore (and panic was floundering, they were half a band, and pete wentz in one of the worst depressive periods of his life, with no band, still found it in himself to help them write a record and he gave them his words to help it come together)
the arrangement of these words with the knowledge of the band falling apart the way it was. the swan doesn't remember the last song it sings. take what you love most and burn it to the ground. will my pall bearers be the same as my bestmen. "a postcard from hell" like a bitter mirror to passports a blur, full of stamps from places I missed you in. DEAR OLD FEUDS.
and that line...that fucking line that ended up on vices. if i wake in the morning i only need two more miracles to become a saint.
if i wake in the morning its a miracle. i'm headed somewhere new. i hope they open the gates (because for pete, heaven is never a guarantee; he does not expect to be welcomed kindly). i hope they do not judge me too harshly for my mistakes. he says i hope my friends remember me kindly (his friends are falling apart themselves and with each other and nothing seems to be stopping it) i'm so tired of the fame (but i don't know what i am outside of the spotlight anymore) dad, can you please just take me home (but if home is where the heart is then we're all just fucked).
i gotta be put into a soup. just fuck right off.
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my favorite lyrics off so much (for) star dust because pete wentz es mi novia <3
"The city always hangs a little bit lonely on me, loose/Like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit"
"The kind of pain you feel to get good in the end, good in the end/Inscribed like stone and faded by the rain: "Give up what you love/Give up what you love before it does you in…""
"But could we please pretend this won't end?"
"I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky/Screaming at the stars like night lights"
"Love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out"
"But I'm not sad anymore" + "But I sweat I'm not sad anymore"
"I've unspooled on the floor"
"I will never ask you for anything/Except to dream sweet of me"
"Save your breath/Half your life you've been hooked on death"
"I'm still a sunbeam" :-(
"I ripped myself apart/I'll be whatever you need me to be, you need me to be/I cut myself down, cut myself down/To whatever you need me"
"And I ride my own melt"
"The trumpets bring the angels, but they never came/And no one let them in 'cause they didn't know my name"
"Last night, I dreamt I still knew you, you/I carved out a place in this world for two/But it's empty without you"
"All this effort to make it look effortless" (we must make it hard to look so easy doing something so hard)
"I can't stop, can't stop 'til we catch all your ears though/Somewhere between Mike Tyson and Van Gogh"
All of Baby Annihilation but especially: "An alligator prince with crocodile tears, too many to count"
"Time is luck, and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer"
"Charcoal crushed, pixie fever, angel dust/Stuck in a wasteland we covered in glitter and broadcast just for a little serotonin"
"Self-sabotage at best, under your spell"
"What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?"
Brilliant.
"I'm pretty sure, as far as humans go/I am a hard, hard pill to swallow/And I know I'm not your intended dose"
"On the bright side/Got the wrong insides"
"Ten years in a bit of chemical haze/And I miss the way that I felt/Nothing"
"It breaks your heart, but four of the Ramones are dead"
"But you don't know me anymore"
"The view's so pretty/From the deck of a sinking ship"
"Stars are the same as ever, I don't have the guts to keep it together"
"I need the sound of crowds, or I can't fall asleep at night/I can't take my thoughts and I/Can't take my thoughts and I am awake"
"Ache it til you make it" made me laugh when I read it not sure if I like it but its silly
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annoyingfobbie · 9 months
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Tropes Game
Rules
How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?
-10 -> very dissuaded
0 -> don’t care either way
10 ->  very enticed
nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.
Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.
thank you so @telegraphavekiss for tagging me, i love talking about fic! disclaimer for this, i haven't looked through the list yet, but i'll probably have no zeros bc i love tropes and i love fics
Trope List
Age gap: 0/10 but also this one heavily depends on the age gap. most age gaps i'm not particularly into, but if it's appropriate then i don't DISlike it necessarily, it just doesn't affect my decision to read a fic much. but also sometimes i do like myself some college student/young professor stuff. maybe thats just cause pete wentz would look hot in a college professor getup idk.
Codependency: 5/10 this is a really tough one bc like it reeeeeeally depends how the codependency plays out, you know?? i personally love reading some well written angst and emotional turmoil and shit, though, so it's usually a positive tbh. Like some explorations into codependency are wrtiten so fucking well.
Enemies to lovers: 8/10 i've gotta stop starting these with "it depends" but like i guess they ALL depends and thats got to be inherently assumed but like dfkljhgklhjgf generally yes enemies to lovers is so good lol. The only times i dislike it are when i feel like stuff was forgiven that shouldn't have been? or like when it doesn't make sense that they get together? but thats usually really just poor writing. if i like the writing then this one is always really good.
Enemies with benefits: 10/10 yessssssssssss y'all don't understand how much i love this unhealthy ass dynamic oh my goddddddd! no elaboration its just hot to me
Fake dating/relationship: 3/10 I've read SOME really really good fics with this, but i don't particularly gravitate towards it i guess.
Found family: 0/10 i love found family in general but when i see it as a tag in a fic it's just usually not really the fic i'm looking for? but i don't run away from it either though. some found family fics are absolute favorites of mine (i'd say the whole Girl Out Boy verse is very found-family-esque and its one of my favorites, for example.) but it's not something i go looking for. i do love good well written friendships like SO much but i feel like thats slightly different than found family.
Friends to lovers: 8/10 similar to enemies to lovers this one can be sooooooo fucking good and usually is, BUT sometimes when the pair are just randomly thrown together or like theres not enough setup or tension then it falls flat. it's kind of all about the tension. i fucking love myself some tension.
Friends with benefits: 7/10 usually i'm actually kind of indifferent to this one, BUT i had to give it a higher rating bc in the specific case where the story is "we're friends with benefits but i want it to be more and i'm secretly pining but i don't want to ruin everything" then that is 10/10 all around and i fucking love those stories.
Hurt/comfort: 8/10 i love angst and emotional turmoil, what can i say
Love triangle: 8/10 see above
Mistaken/hidden identity: 0/10 i haven't actually seen a lot of this, but i think i'd be indifferent to it as a tag if i came across it.
Monster fucking relationship: 7/10 i mean, like....... listen, it can be interesting, thats all i'm saying
Obsession, possessiveness, etc.: 8/10 i fucking love angst and emotional turmoillllll sdjkfghklfjgdh but also i didn't give it a 10/10 bc i tend to not enjoy it much when it leans into a situation where one party feels trapped.
Opposites (like grumpy×sunshine, etc): 5/10 this once again just depends a lot on the author, but when its done well, i do really like it.
Poly: 0/10 it doesn't really sway me either way if i see it as a tag. it also kind of depends on the people involved. i love panic at the disco poly for example but not so much fob poly.
Pregnancy: -3/10 i don't HATE it like i don't avoid it like the plague but i'm definitely not as likely to click on it if it has pregnancy lol
Second chance: -2/10 most of the time i just feel like i can't get behind these unless theres been a huge misunderstanding or its a situation where no one did anything wrong? bc a lot of times when i read this i end up just not rooting for the couple, which is what i always wanna be doing.
Sex to feelings: 10/10 i mean you saw my friends with benefits explanation. it's all right there.
Slow burn: 10/10 the more fic the better. the more tension the better. win win.
Soulmates: -2/10 controversial take from me but i DON"T like fics where it's a pre-decided/fate thing. i just prefer the writer to really convince me these people have CHOSEN each other you know?
Arranged marriage: -9/10 see above, basically. in real life i don't view these negatively but it's just not what i look for in a fic.
And I'm tagging:
(sorry if you've already been tagged lol) @mickjustmademylist @vampyerika @pyrchance and @earlgreytea68 ! if you don't wanna participate tho then please don't feel bad or pressured or anything lol its no biggie! also anyone at all who wants to do this can do it and tag me as the person who tagged you, bc i love seeing what people have to say about this stuff!
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oldmyths · 5 years
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i’m only a LITTLE bit sorry for all these posts today but i literally cannot stop thinking about fall out boy. this is my life now i have to accept it so here we go
it just hit me, now, as i was thinking of how to approach writing this post, that golden, the shortest and objectively saddest song in fall out boy’s discography, the one song without any reference to hope or any reference to beyond that point, the song that doesn’t say “hey maybe it sucks now but it might not later,” or “it wasn’t always like this,” golden, the song that says “i saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies / and all the lovers with no time for me”
transitions beautifully into one of their most recognizable songs, one that says “been looking forward to the future / but my eyesight is going bad”
tonally and emotionally, thnks fr th mmrs and golden are on wildly different areas on the binary of songs by fall out boy. i mean like, in taking mmrs at face value there’s a lot of sexual connotations there and that probably means something but with fob lyrics it rarely ever has just one meaning. that’s why the bluntness of golden’s “where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens” compared to mmrs’ “get me out of my mind, and get you out of those clothes” is so striking to me
in mmrs, we’re placed in a moment. there’s reflection done in the lyrics, we’re thinking about past events, shit that happened to the speaker that we weren’t there for. things that don’t involve us, “he tastes like you, only sweeter.” film reference aside, the nebulous he tastes like you, us, but sweeter/better. we’re being criticized, or in the middle of an argument/debate/conversation. but there’s tension between us and the speaker too. “it sent you to me without wings,” “i’m a liner away from getting you into the mood,” “one night stand (one night stand-off)”
similarly, we’re placed in a moment in golden, with a very heavy look upon the past of the speaker. golden is all about the past, and what happened, and how living disingenuously, treating others well with the expectation of gaining reward instead of doing it to be kind can and did fuck up the speaker on a cosmic level. no one is praising them, they perceive everyone as treating them unfairly, and we, the listener, are living through that experience with the speaker as they realize it.
there is no ‘after’ in golden, we can’t conceptualize the speaker outside of this moment the way we can in mmrs. the scenario in mmrs is, on a surface level, a sexually charged encounter that could end up with bruised lips or bruised eyes. it’s up in the air, but the past between ‘us’ and the speaker is established (there’s only enough to imply something but whatever happened has left the speaker bitter, or unsatisfied.) the past of the speaker in golden is established, we do not exist as active listeners. “everyone,” “enemies,” “lovers,” and “mothers.” there is no “you,” “we,” or “us,” only broad, general concepts (mothers is more exclusive, but ‘mothers’ is only defined by ‘their babies’ in the lyrics.)
it’s very possible that there is no connection between these songs, but i can’t stop thinking about this anyway thanks for coming to my tedtalk
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tameila · 2 years
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January Week Four Albums
January 22nd: We Are Pilots, Shiny Toy Guys
familiarity: another adolescent favorite! there’s only two songs -- “Waiting” and “Jackie Save Me” -- that I am not familiar with from this album
favorite(s) before listen: Chemistry of a Car Crash is one of those songs that I wish I could experience again for the first time they didn’t need to go that hard but they did, Shaken, Starts With One, We Are Pilots, Le Disko
favorite(s) after listen: favorites stayed the same
January 23rd: This is What I Live For, Blue October
familiarity: Blue October is one of those bands that I’ve always checked back with from time to time to find new music. When I was relistening to Foiled, I was excited to see they had a new album!
favorite(s) before listen: N/A
favorite(s) after listen: Fight For Love (ft. Blue Reed), Moving On (So Long), I Will Follow You, Stay With Me, The Weatherman. the fact that his daughter is featured on “Fight for Love”? im not crying YOU ARE!!!
January 24th: Take This to Your Grave, Fall Out Boy
familiarity: My best friend suggested a Fall Out boy themed week and, since they have seven albums and i love them, how could i resist? I would say that this album is one that I don’t know as well as some of their later releases, but...I think you’ll see by the favorites list that it’s not by too much lol
favorite(s) before listen: Grand Theft Autumn / Where is Your Boy, Homesick at Space Camp, Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today, Homesick at Space Camp, Chicago is So Two Years Ago, The Pros and Cons of Breathing, The Patron Saint of Lairs and Fakes
favorite(s) after listen: [adding onto aforementioned list] Calm Before The Storm, Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over [if only for that name amirite ladies]
additional thoughts: “stop burning bridges / drive off of them”? still iconic.
January 25th: From Under The Cork Tree, Fall Out Boy
familiarity: I hadn’t realized that it’d been so long since I listened to this album until it started and damn...sounds like staying up too late on a school night, waiting for my internet bestie to get on MSN so we could roleplay and talk about our charaters. ah, the good ol’ days.
favorite(s) before listen: [im realizing it’s gonna be easier to list these as a bullet pointed list]
- Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year
- Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued
- Of All the Gin Joints in All the World
- Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends
- [and an honorable mention to...] Dance, Dance and Sugar, We’re Goin Down [...of course]
favorite(s) after listen: [adding onto aforementioned list] I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song), A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More "Touch Me", Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and Stop Going to Shows)
additional thoughts Pete Wentz lyric of the day: “The best part of believe is the lie” a lyric that defined a generation, truly
January 26th: Infinity on High, Fall Out Boy
familiarity: I definitely slept on this album a lot when I was younger, which is sadly true of quite a few of their “early-to-middle” albums for me, but has been one of my go-to Fall Out Boy albums as of late.
favorite(s) before listen: I gotta say that this one is a no skip album for me! With my top awards going to...Hum Hallelujah, The Carpal Tunnel of Love, Bang the Doldrums, and Fame < Infamy
favorite(s) after listen: I already love all these songs, but I really vibed with “You’re Crashing, But You’re No Wave” and “This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race” during this listen through. For the latter, I can’t tell if it’s just been years since I heard it or if the version that I listened to was mixed differently because it sounded not completely different but different enough to give me pause. Also, more of an overall album thing, but I loved how each song bleed into the next. [chef’s kiss]
Pete Wentz lyric of the day: nothing gives me a god complex quite like “I could write it better than you ever felt it” like yes. i want that on a t-shirt. embroidered on a pillow. i sing it passionately and loudly. i could write it better than you ever felt it. thanks for the ego boost, pete.
January 27th: Folie à Deux, Fall Out Boy
familiarity: Now this is an album that I unfairly slept on for years! I’m ashamed to admit it considering that each song of this album is a banger but, for years, I only ever listened to “I Don’t Care” from this album and wrote off every other song. It wasn’t until I was in my early 20s that I gave it another listen through and, even then, not until a couple years ago that I fully came around to every song. I’m a Folie à Deux truther now! It’s not my favorite favorite -- we’ll get there tomorrow ;) -- but you gotta put some respect on its name!
favorite(s) before listen: Another no-skip album for me! With my particular favorites being...Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes, She’s My Winona, America’s Suitehearts, The (Shipped) Gold Standard, (Coffee’s For Closers), What A Catch, Donnie, and 20 Dollar Nose Bleed
favorite(s) after listen: Found myself vibing especially to “America’s Suitehearts” and “w.a.m.s” during this listen through
FoB lyric of the day: this one was a hard one because there are so many lyrics on this album that i just feel in my heart and that i have to Perform™, not sing every time i hear them. but i’m going to give it to...”and perfect boys with their perfect lives / nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy”
January 28th: Save Rock and Roll, Fall Out Boy
familiarity: yes! here we are!! this album is my absolute favorite within FoB’s discography and have enjoyed it front-to-back, no-skips since the day it came out. and though it hasn’t been that long since my last listen through, i was still so excited to do it again!
favorite(s) before listen: no skips! this album is a masterpiece! it doesn’t matter if i ‘personally’ relate to what the song is saying. i sing them passionately and borderline screaming. as we all should. my ultimate favorite is “Save Rock and Roll”. i mean, come on! the f-bomb is perfectly used and it’s got the man, the legend, Elton John. but another one of my favorites to sing is “Where Did The Party Go”
favorite(s) after listen: N/A, vibes remained at an all-time high
FoB lyric of the day: since this is my favorite album, i picked a couple of favorites...
- My heart is like a stallion / they love it more when it’s broken
- I’m the lonelier version of you / I just don’t know where it went wrong
- I’m either gone in an instant / or here ‘til the bitter end / I, I never know
January 29th: American Beauty / American Psycho, Fall Out Boy
favorite(s) before listen: I enjoy each song when I listen to it, but there are definitely some that I’m prone to skip in favor of getting to songs I like more. I do want to say, though, that I think FoB gets a lot of flack for “Immortals” and “Centuries” (maybe just because they were the singles?) but I think they’re both bops. Not my favorites, but -- Come on! Have a little fun! That being said, my favorites are...Fourth of July, Favorite Record, The Kids Aren’t Alright, Jet Pack Blues
favorite(s) after listen: My favorites are p solidly placed but Irresistible really BROUGHT it on this fine Saturday
FoB lyric of the day: that Fourth of July bridge? my god. “I wish I’d known how much you loved me / I wish I cared enough to know / I’m sorry every song’s about you / The torture of small talk with someone you used to love”....damn.
January 30th: MANIA, Fall Out Boy
familiarity: I remember hearing “Young and Menace” from this album and hating it. which is funny. because I go hard to that song now. I think, after Save Rock and Roll, this is the album that I lose my absolute mind over the most. If “Wilson (Expensive Mistakes)” comes on while I’m driving, I WILL be committing vehicular crimes.
favorite(s) before listen: another album of “all great songs, but there’s some that I could take-or-leave”. My heart goes to Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea, Wilson (Expensive Mistakes), Champion, Sunshine Riptide, Young and Menace, Bishops Knife Trick. every day, i am both angry and grateful that FoB didn’t release “Wilson (Expensive Mistakes)” when I was in middle school. for the former, because it feels like an elevated version of all those old songs. for the latter, because i would have been absolutely insufferable and i was already insufferable enough in middle school without it.
favorite(s) after listen: Favorites hold their places, but I found myself vibing with “HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T” more than I usually do
FoB lyric of the day: not to be a sap who definitely cried to this song in the parking lot of target before her 4 am shift during one of the shittest years of her life but i gotta give it to...“If I can live through this, If I can live through this / I can do anything”
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Under Pressure
Brendon Urie x Gerard Way, ~670 words. Inspired by a Fluff Friday request from @ladyofmaidensandwine: “Strangers at the pub forced into a karaoke duet by mutual friends?” The other day I sent @mskathywriteswords down a Brendon/Gerard spiral, and we realized that there isn’t nearly enough fic of these two dorks together, so... yeah. I wrote some. 
(My Chemical Romance actually recorded a cover of Under Pressure with The Used, and you can hear it here.) 
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Gerard kind of assumed, once he stopped drinking, that he’d never do karaoke again; “sober” and “karaoke” just did not fucking go together. But for some fucking reason, this is what Mikey wanted to do for his birthday, and he couldn’t exactly say no to that. 
As he watches Frank shimmy his way through a bizarrely sexual version of “Last Caress,” Gerard has to admit that it’s not the worst idea ever. Watching other people make fools of themselves? Totally fun. Just as long as nobody expects him to get up there, he’s good. 
It probably helps that they’re at Pete Wentz’s bar, which is closed to the public for the occasion, and that the crowd is like 75% musicians and 0% “Sweet Caroline” types. Gerard has no fucking clue how Pete even got ahold of instrumental-only Misfits songs, but he’s not mad about it. 
“Up next, a very special duet from our resident divas, ladies and gentlemen,” calls Gabe Saporta, who’s acting as the emcee this evening. 
“This should be good,” Gerard mumbles, and gives Frank a thumbs-up as he slides back into their booth. 
“About that,” Frank says innocently. 
Gerard has about half a second to stare before Gabe’s shouting his name.
“Duet?” Gerard squeaks. 
“It’s my birthday,” Mikey says, with a little quirk of an eyebrow.
How the fuck do you argue with that? 
Then he’s being forcibly shoved to his feet, and Gabe’s steering him firmly stageward. 
And yes, okay, he’s a performer, but… it’s one thing to be strutting around singing his own words in front of a massive arena of people who are there to see him; it’s another to sing god-knows-what with god-knows-who in front of all Mikey‘s weird hipster friends. Besides, he hasn’t warmed up. 
Gerard’s not good with surprises. 
He’s never actually met Brendon Urie before, and this is basically the weirdest way he can imagine meeting someone, but he can’t help noticing that the kid is pretty, up close, with his big doe eyes and puffy lips. Gerard’s almost relieved to see that Brendon looks just as taken aback as he feels; he’s twitchy, bouncing on the balls of his feet and giving Gerard a cartoonish expression of surprise as he steps up to the mic.
“Assholes,” Brendon says, with a middle finger in Gabe’s direction, before giving Gerard a sheepish sideways glance. “Hell of a way to meet one of your idols.” 
That’s sort of ridiculously flattering. Gerard has no idea what to say. 
“Apparently there’s been some debate over who has the more... flamboyant stage presence,” Gabe announces from the back of the room. “So we’re here to find out, once and for all!” 
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Gerard says, laughing in spite of himself. 
Then he hears the very familiar opening notes of “Under Pressure,” and… yeah, okay. If he’s gonna have a diva-off with Brendon Urie, this is the right song for it. 
“Bowie or Mercury?” Brendon asks him, eyes twinkling. He poses with a hand on his hip and gives Gerard the world’s most over-the-top-wink, and just like that, he’s wearing his stage persona, confident and charismatic. It’s a hell of a change. 
“That’s a fucking impossible question, but the high notes are all yours,” Gerard says.  
“I was not prepared for this,” Brendon says under his breath, nerves showing for a second before the showman in him takes over again. He slides into the intro, mmm dum ba day, without missing a beat, like he could sing this song in his sleep… like maybe he used to practice this one in front of a mirror, decked out in his mom’s eyeliner, the same way Gerard did as a teenager. 
Gerard grabs his mic and poses with the stand, arm out, hip cocked, head held high, doing his best Freddie Mercury. It’s like riding a bike. Frank wolf-whistles from the crowd, because he’s an asshole. 
Brendon beams; it’s brighter than the stage lights, dazzling and exhilarating. 
Gerard takes a deep breath and says, “Let’s show ‘em how it’s done.” 
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May we get some sick/hurt Gerard with Frank caring for him?
I gotta admit I was surprised how many more fics there are for the reverse of this, but I did find some in the end! :)
Frank Caring For a Sick or Hurt Gerard
A Natural Reaction to Rough-housing by Bexless, 28k, Explicit. He made it to the bathroom and stood there leaning heavily on the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look like a creepy sadist. But neither did Christian Bale, and that hadn’t ended well for anybody.
You Only Hear the Music When Your Heart Begins to Break by Solarcat, 14k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank has high school figured out. His mom has given up arguing about the amount of time he spends in Gerard's basement, and he doesn't actually care if people think it's weird that he and Gerard hold hands in the hallways and go to the bathroom together. The only thing Frank cares about is figuring out why Gerard's suddenly avoiding him -- because what's the point of losing your virginity on Prom Night if you can't tell your best friend about it in the morning?
I never told you what I do for a living. by not0_fuckin_kay, 60k+, PG-13 to NC-17. Frank Iero, male nurse at Pete Wentz's private hospital and possibly more to one new patient he can't keep his eyes off of. When a new pateint is brought in with amnesia, just days before Christmas, and with nothing but the clothes on his back and a strange drawing, it's left to Frank to find out who he is and what happened to him. When he does, it changes Frank's life forever, as he's thrust into love and health scares he never thought would complicate his life. This is the story of how he tries to make it through, juggling his job and his love-life and just trying to make things better. With Patrick the doctor, Bob the ward supervisor, Travis the unlikely therapist, and Mikey, the sometimes wannabe homicidal geek.
it's like pemdas, right? by casualmarches, 515 words, General Audiences. "I'm not sick," Gerard says, disgruntled. "Just cold." He sneezes right after that.
Undying Love. by PunkRock13, 637 words, General Audiences. Just a short, fluffy one-shot where Gerard is sick and Frank looks after him.
103 by LadyBlitzkrieg, 11k, Not Rated. or: The one where Gerard is sick and Frank is the best boyfriend ever.
With This Fever (Yeah) by greedy_dancer, 1k, Explicit. For some inexplicable reason, Frank’s not sick, even though Gerard’s been moaning about his flu-like symptoms for the past couple of days and it usually doesn’t take much more than someone saying the word “flu” for Frank’s shitty immune system to just curl up in a corner and raise the white flag. So Frank’s enjoying playing nurse for once, getting to be the one who fetches tea and tissues and scarves instead of the one who needs to be taken care of.
sunburn by vampyrvenom, 1k, Not Rated. He slowly made his way to the entrance, which Kobra had already retreated back into. He swung the doors open, which brought more attention to him than he had been anticipating. Everyone's heads swung around to face him, instinctively looking for the source of the noise. They all seemed to notice at the same time what was off about him. Fun Ghoul was the first to speak up. “Oh my god. You’re as red as your fucking hair.” -- Poison falls asleep outside and gets sunburned
I Called You After Midnight by orphan_account, 5k, Teen And Up Audiences. Sometimes, love doesn’t mean acting on lust. Sometimes, it just means that when you’re called, you’re there, and you stay. For however long it takes, you stay.
put away the pills (come waste away with me) by endlessnighttimesky, 2k, Teen And Up Audiences. It’s three days after Osaka that Gerard’s breaks down and tells Frank everything. He thinks that maybe he should’ve done it sooner, at least the telling-Frank-everything part, but then he thinks that, perhaps, this is how it should be.
Lend Me Your Pain, Let Me Ease It by thirstingdragon, 4k, Mature. There were times that Frank wanted to just hold Gerard and make it okay. Sometimes he could, but there were some pretty key times that he couldn't.
they drew blood by endlessnighttimesky, 1k, Teen And Up Audiences. Needles just aren't Gerard's thing.
Pressing Fingers To Your Temples (To Quell The Loudness In Your Head) by action-cat (clytemnestras), 2k, Explicit. It's just that when it's so loud, he can't stop. So Ghoul stops it for him.
Ascending Floors & Descending Moods by orphan_account, 2k, Teen And Up Audiences. Gerard really doesn't like elevators. In fact, Gerard hates elevators. In fact, Gerard thinks elevators are really just floating deathboxes. And of course the one time he's forced into one something goes wrong. Good thing Frank is there, and he knows just how to calm Gerard down.
you say cut the stem, i say let's see the flower by userl4me, 1k, Teen And Up Audiences. When Gee's school forces her to cut off her hair as part of the dress code, Gee sees no other choice. That is, until her girlfriend comes to the rescue with black hair dye and kissing.
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⁂ Get Out (William Beckett)
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Genre: Angst, Vampire AU, Supernatural
Word Count: 866
Pairing: Reader, William
World: Fall Out Boy Vampire AU
Song Lyrics: “A Little Less Sixteen Candles…” by Fall Out Boy
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“He’s coming and she knows it. Even though she knows why. Footsteps in the hallway. Girl you haven’t got time. You gotta get out. Go far away.”
You knew about the mess with the vampires in the city of Chicago. You knew all about the Dandies and the other covens. You knew about the hunters and you knew about how Pete Wentz had been turned into a vampire, though you didn’t know why. You hadn’t stuck around long enough to find out.
Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Allow me to start over.
You used to be a vampire hunter, solely because of your older brother, Peter Wentz, forced you into it. He had said it was his way of ‘looking after you’, but the two of you did not get along often and were always at each others’ throats. Because of that, you’ve almost been killed several times because you were too busy screaming at each other and didn’t see the approaching vampires. That’s also how Pete had gotten bitten and turned.
You and Pete were arguing, as usual, ignoring the mass of fighting that surrounded you. He was angry because you refused to take a stake. You looked away for just one second and when you looked up again, William Beckett, leader of the Dandies, was standing behind Pete, licking his lips. Before you could call out to him, William had leaned down and sunk his teeth into Pete’s neck. He didn’t drain him, though.
No, he wanted Pete to become the monster he had been fighting for so long.
By the time Patrick and the others made it over, William was already gone. Of course, with Pete screaming in agony, they had no choice but to retreat. And retreat they did.
After Pete had finished his transformation, he was livid. The first thing he did was get in your face, pinning the blame solely on you, saying that if you had just listened to him, none of this would have happened. At first, your eyes had widened in disbelief and pain, but that pain quickly melted into anger. That day, when the sun had fully risen, you packed your things and left the hideout, leaving the city and your so-called brother behind.
You never looked back.
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You had lost count of how many days had passed since you left and you didn’t care to count them. You thought of Patrick and Andy and Joe every day and hoped that they were okay, but you refused to go back. You refused to contact them. You honestly didn’t want to think about Pete or William Beckett or vampires in general; you had had enough of that for three lifetimes.
But something was pricking at the back of your mind and you didn’t like it.
For about a week now, your nerves had been on end. You had the feeling that something – something very bad – was going to happen. You didn’t know if it was just the instinct you had worked up after dealing with vampires for so long or if it was legit, but it was killing you. You expected something to happen, but the when, where, or what was up in the air. Something told you it had to do with William Becket, but you really did not want to believe that. There was only so much someone could handle of that man…
You were sitting in your apartment watching TV when you felt it.
Dark eyes widened and your heart picked up speed, breathing growing ragged. He was there. William-fucking-Beckett was there. He was coming for you and you knew it. You bolted off the couch, trying to keep your breathing and heart rate under control. You knew this was going to happen but that did little to calm your nerves.
You were strong and had killed your fair share of vampires in the past, but this was William Beckett, one of the strongest vampires ever created. You didn’t stand a chance. Not alone, anyway.
You scrambled around the apartment, grabbing your knives and throwing them into your bag along with the clothes you carelessly shoved in. You had to get out of there.
William’s footsteps echoed through the hall and it felt as if time slowed. You couldn’t hear anything but his footsteps drawing closer and the pounding of your own heart.
You didn’t have any more time left. You had to get out, get out, and go far, far away.
The footsteps stopped in front of your door and you could see his shadow through the small crack separating the wood from the floor.
With a gulp, you threw the window up just as the door slammed open, bouncing against the wall.
Without a glance behind you, without thinking about how stupid it was to get an apartment on the second floor, you jumped out the window, landing on your feet before falling to your knees. A groan passed your lips as you forced yourself up.
The last thing you saw before taking off down the road was William Beckett standing at the window, staring down at you with a blank expression.
The hunt had only just begun.
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guys i know that fob has said that mania was like a whole thing for them that didn’t feel quite right but they still wanted to explore; but like i fucking love that album cause like it feels like metal illness. like i’ve had a lot of problems with mine and it’s just so fucking relatable i can’t even put it into words. like for example the opening of stay frosty royal milk tea sets the whole mood of the album; like yeah it’s called mania but like that opening just screams MANIA. and like the whole album has like highs and lows randomly and i just AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Dear Past Self: Fall Out Boy's Pete Wentz Interviewed
Why looking back once in a while is integral to embracing the future...
Pete Wentz is driving around LA, speaking to me over the phone about his newly-launched range of jewellery and apparel, Ronin.
As far as rock star business enterprises go, it’s certainly extravagant, and the website’s description of the rings, pendants and hoodies held therein – “born out of the idea of wandering, a samurai without a master, and the free dreams that accompany facing the world on your own” – adds to the initial sense that Wentz’s professional career may have ballooned into parody, the kind of project Connor 4 Real from Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping might have signed off on.
“We would go and sample products in the jewellery district in downtown LA, learning why one gold looks more yellow than the other,” he tells me when I ask about it. “It’s been a really interesting learning experience.”
But then Pete Wentz, to borrow Lana Del Rey’s favourite American poet Walt Whitman, is large; he contains multitudes, and some of those multitudes just happen to involve samurai-themed lockets. Among other projects, he owns a clothing company, a film production company, a nightclub, and a minority share in American USL soccer team Phoenix Rising.
“It scares me sometimes, watching him,” Patrick Stump once joked. “The two seconds you're not with that dude he's made 30 decisions that are going to affect our band for the rest of the year.”
Ah yes: he’s also, you may recall, the bassist in Fall Out Boy.
The band recently released a new single, ‘Dear Future Self (Hands Up)’, to accompany the release of their second career-spanning retrospective, ‘Greatest Hits: Believers Never Die – Volume Two’.
Such records are inevitably a time for bands to take stock of what they’ve already achieved and what value they might continue to offer the world, and the single seems to acknowledge that duality: “Dear future self, I hope it's going well / I'm drunk on cheap whiskey in an airport hotel,” Stump reflects on the new track. Like Janus, the Greek god of beginnings, endings, and Wyclef Jean collaborations, Wentz finds himself gazing in all directions.
In the near future lies a reminder of the past. Despite the fact that all three bands have new albums coming out, it’s perhaps an easy take to view next year’s ‘Hella Mega Tour’ – Green Day, Weezer, and Fall Out Boy performing at a number of stadium dates together on a triple-headliner bill – as a nostalgia trip.
Is it something Wentz worries about?
“I think about that for sure,” he says. “There’s a danger that, once you become known as one thing, the world knows you as that thing forever. When you’ve been doing art for 15 or 20 years you do have to think about your legacy, but it’s really important to remember why you did it in the first place.”
However cynical your view, it’s hard to argue that the band don’t deserve a victory lap with two of the most influential acts in pop-punk history. “It would be insane for us to turn this tour down because we grew up on ‘Dookie’ and the ‘Buddy Holly’ video – those things were super influential on the early years of our band. So this is wish fulfilment in that way. But then I think that’s why it’s important that we did the Wiz Khalifa tour, that we do remix albums, you know? We wanna do both.”
On musical terms, at least, Fall Out Boy have often done just that. Their first two albums, ‘Take This to Your Grave’ and 2005’s breakout ‘From Under the Cork Tree’, are perhaps their most straightforward in genre terms – but even then, ‘Dance Dance’ was arguably more playful and inventive than anything the cross-sections of pop, emo and punk had served up in the preceding decade. By the time 2007’s ‘This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race’ hit number two in the Billboard charts – their commercial peak to date – the band were already steadfastly toying with hip hop and R&B in both their production values and collaborators.
“I think that there was a time when we were doing that and people were scratching their heads a little bit,” Wentz says. As he rightly points out, the days of cultural tribalism in listener habits are all but dead now in the Spotify age. “I think genre has broken down so much more now, the way people listen to music, that people are more open to it.”
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‘Make America Psycho Again’ is a fine example, a collection of remixed tracks from 2015’s ‘American Beauty/American Psycho’ featuring guest appearances from Azealia Banks, Migos and Big K.R.I.T. among others. The title, of course, is a direct reference to the campaign slogan Donald Trump was using in his Presidential election campaign at the time. I ask whether the band are cautious about straying into political territory.
“I don’t think you can avoid it anymore,” he tells me, picking back up after the signal drops on our international call. “We live in a time of super inauthenticity – people taking pictures of food that you don’t even know if they eat, people having fear of missing out – and so I think, in a weird way, to cut through you have to be super authentic. Which is, to me, what people like Lana Del Rey, Billie Eilish, Skrillex, Kanye, and whatever do. You just gotta be who you are and cut through all the noise. And I think people are… maybe not more forgiving, but more appreciative of you being honest about that stuff.”
There was a period in the 00s when Wentz was unavoidable; the video for ‘This Ain’t a Scene…’ hilariously parodied the bassist’s newfound gossip-mag status – later compounded by his marriage to Ashley Simpson in 2008, and subsequent divorce less than three years later – but inevitably, it wasn’t always something he could brush off. In February 2005, Wentz attempted suicide by taking an overdose of the anxiety medication Ativan, and ended up spending a week in hospital recovering.
Today he still finds the pace of modern life extremely deleterious to mental health, not least dealing with the quagmire of social media on a daily basis. “Every day you wake up and there’s a new take, and it’s kind of relentless,” he says with a sigh. “It can get a little numbing when you look out across social media. It can feel really lonely.
“I think that now, more than ever, who you are and what you project into the world will inform your politics, how you interact with people, how you feel when you wake up in the morning. I just want to craft things that are important to Fall Out Boy, to insert something meaningful into people’s lives. That’s really, really what’s important.”
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For all the extracurricular projects, it’s clear that Wentz’s heart still beats faster for Fall Out Boy. He’s ready to keep taking the band forward, he tells me. “But it’s got to be something interesting. It’s got to have a perspective. There’s something exciting about Quentin Tarantino being like, ‘I’m just doing 10 or 12 movies and that’s it’. It’s exciting because it makes every movie have meaning. So to me, whatever it is, the next thing has to have perspective, has to have meaning, has to have feeling.”
And what might that look like?
“Maybe it’s scoring a movie, I don’t know. It’s got to be something a little bit different, I don’t think it can be a straight-up album from us.”
Beyond the nightclubs and bling, Wentz is a remarkable philanthropist – a term which has perhaps been sullied in recent times for its application in sanitising billionaires, but which feels appropriate given Wentz’s personal history, and the fact that his work directly supports those who suffer from the same mental health issues that he’s battled over the years. His work as a spokesperson for The Jed Foundation’s ‘Half of Us’ campaign, a program aimed at lowering the rate of teenage suicide, has been invaluable. It’s the kind of supported he could have used 15, 20, 25 years ago.
“I think we live in a time where there is less of a stigma around mental health, and I hope the next generation will feel even more open to speak about it,” he tells me. “Knowing that you’re not alone and other people are going through similar things is so important for our culture to move ahead. So many times when I was younger I thought: am I the only person who feels this way? I think it can be less isolating to know that, hey, Jay-Z feels that way sometimes too.”
For Wentz, who now has three children, the idea of young people today facing those problems alone is terrifying: “I’m raising kids in this world, and I think it’s important for them to know that talking about this doesn’t mean you’re weak or alone. None of it’s weird, none of it’s you by yourself. Young people need to feel that they’re part of the community as a whole.”
Across such an extraordinary life and career, I wonder if he carries any regrets. There’s a brief silence on the line, one that transcends the usual delay carried between the pink-sunset streets of LA and the Cardiff Travelodge I’m calling home for the night.
“In my twenties I felt lots of anxiety and lots of stress about every decision that we made, instead of just living life. I’ve realised that sometimes you’ve just got to live life and trust that you’ll make it from A to B to C. Live through the ups and downs. I think that’s something important that we don’t always impart on young people.”
Spoken like a man who knows real gold when he sees it.
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Irresistible - Chapter 1
Pairing: Pete Wentz x Female Reader Rating: Teen Requested By: None Author’s Note: Although not specifically requested by her, all my Pete Wentz stories are dedicated to @glittercupcakes-and-squats. Also this is written in first person because it felt right. I know I don’t do that a lot, but I hope you all enjoy!
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It was a quiet Thursday afternoon as I busied myself organizing and straightening up the display cases of glittering diamonds and other gems set into gold and platinum. Working in one of the most high-end jewelry stores in Chicago was a unique experience, and I had been working there for long enough to know what I was doing.
You don’t become the top earning salesperson in a store like this by gossiping and being inattentive. I had worked hard to build up a reputation of trust and confidentiality. Men came in one day with their wives, then with their mistress the next, and I knew not to mix up the two. Trust fund kids came in and blew tons of cash on watches and earrings that they lost in no time but had to replace to maintain their social status, but I never scolded them or mentioned it when their parents came in. The nouveau riche came in to spend as much money as possible to show off, and as much as I wanted to call them out on their lack of taste, they tended to be the best customers, throwing around money like it was nothing. To the wealthy what mattered was what everyone else thought about them, the first impression they made without saying a word. Image was everything.
When the door opened, and a couple of men walked in, I instantly eyed them up. They were a little old and too nicely dressed to be trust fund kids, no rings on their fingers meant they were single, or at least acting like it that afternoon. I could stand to earn a healthy commission if I played my cards right. They browsed the displays for a moment before I approached them with my best customer service face on.
“Good afternoon gentlemen, can I help you find something in particular?”
“I’m looking for a birthday present,” the one with the dark brown hair and eyes replied. He looked familiar, I’m certain he’s been in here before, but not often enough that I know him by name. Not to mention he was good looking; the gift is probably for one of his many girlfriends. “Maybe some earrings?”
“Is this for a significant other, spouse, family?”
“Oh, just a friend,” he grinned. Yep, called it.
“How about these?” his friend asked pointing to a pair of studs down the way. He seemed nervous and a bit overwhelmed. He wasn’t the type to usually shop in a place like this, but it wouldn’t be surprising if he was back one day looking for an engagement ring to impress a girl with expensive taste.
I moved down the counter and bent down to retrieve them from the case. Standing back up, I leaned forward, making the low-cut neckline of my black dress help make the sale for me. “These are gorgeous, and they’re very classic. You have a good eye,” I replied while shooting a smile to the friend. He smiled back shyly. What a sweetheart.
“Yea Trick, those are nice, but what else do you have?” The first man asked with a million-dollar smile. I smiled back, if he was looking to drop some money, I was more than willing to oblige.
“I have some just down here that you may appreciate, just one moment,” I replied as I hurried down the row of counters. Just then Bernard, the owner of the store, came out from his office.
“Pete! So good to see you!” He greeted the dark-haired man warmly with a handshake.
“Bernard, how are you doing? I see business is still booming.”
“Of course, thanks to the likes of you and your father,” he said with a knowing laugh. “Come, I have brand new Rolex I want you to see. Come, come,” he said ushering him along to a different counter.
I was fuming. Bernard had personal relationships with so many of his customers, which was to be expected, but it meant he frequently stole sale from me. Old bastard.
I put away the earrings I had pulled to show them and stomped into the back office. One day I’d have my own store and I’d run Bernard out of business. He’d come crawling to me for a job, selling my designs instead of the same old Rolex every executive in the Chicagoland area already wore.
I glanced at my phone and saw Christine had texted me and Jennifer about going out for happy hour. After an afternoon like this, there was no way I wasn’t going out.
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When I got to the club, the girls were already there, and had a drink waiting for me. They’re too good to me, honestly. Jennifer was an investment banker who worked too damn hard in my opinion, so the fact that Christine got her out of her apartment after work was a miracle unto itself. Christine was a walking good time. A professional photographer with a rock star boyfriend, honestly if I could be her, I would.
“Not a good day today?” Jennifer asked as I sat down.
“Just the same old bull, ya know?” I replied before taking a swig of my drink. The club was loud, and I vaguely felt like we were getting too old for this scene. “I get that Bernard knows these people, but I’m building my own client base, future clients, and they aren’t going to come to me when I get out on my own if they don’t remember me.”
“Well maybe if you focused on something besides your job, you wouldn’t worry about your job so much,” Christine suggested knowingly.
I rolled my eyes. “Easy for you to say, you got like the hottest man on earth, you work for yourself, and travel everywhere whenever you want.”
“Speaking of hot guys though,” Jennifer piped up. “That one keeps looking over at you, (YN).”
I tried to keep it cool and not obviously stare the direction she was looking, but I had to admit I was surprised when I saw who she was talking about.
Pete.
“Oh, I met him today in the store, he was buying a gift for a friend,” I said turning back to my friends. I could trust these two not to spread any gossip around. They were as discreet as me, ya know except for when I was telling them everything.
“That must be the lucky lady,” Christine said as a tiny blonde thing in a tiny dress opened gifts. “Ope, (YN), she’s all over your man, he must have got her something good.”
“He is not my man. He wouldn’t ever be my man, even if he was interested in me. I know how these rich playboys operate. I’m not looking to be cheated on, I’m not looking to be a side piece, I’m no fool. I gotta find someone sensible like Kingston.”
Christine scoffed. “Did you just call my man child of a boyfriend, a musical genius, but otherwise loveable idiot, sensible?”
“Ok, you know what I mean, he’s loyal, that’s rare these days.”
“That’s true,” Jennifer chimed in.
“Excuse me, I hate to interrupt, but were you helping me at the jewelry store earlier?” I heard Pete ask. My friends were looking at me with wide eyes, wondering how I’d respond. I turned and looked up at him and he was flashing that with that same million-dollar smile.
I nodded in response. “Yea, hi. It’s Pete, right? Did Bernard get you what you needed?”
“That, and then some,” he laughed, adjusting the watch on his wrist. Subtle.
“Good I’m glad,” I smiled politely. Why was he over here talking to me when there were half a dozen girls waiting to fawn over him at his table. I spotted his friend from earlier, who still looked uncomfortable. Poor guy.
“I felt badly that Bernard interrupted, and I didn’t get your name,” he said with a soft look.
“Oh, right, I’m (YN),” I said extending my hand for a handshake, intending to keep things professional. “Yea, he does that sometimes, but he owns the place, so what can I do?”
“Well (YN), I was wondering if you’d like to dance?”
I could feel my friends’ eyes drilling in the back of my head, I could practically hear them yell ‘yes!’ for me, but I wasn’t convinced. “Aren’t you here with the girl you bought those earrings for? Or maybe another girl who you’ll be in buying earrings for eventually?”
“Don’t worry about it, they’re just friends,” he laughed.
“I don’t believe you,” I said shaking my head.
“(YN)!” I heard Jennifer scolding me.
“Why not?” Pete looked offended.
“I know your type. Always showing off with the expensive clothes, and cars and lavish gifts and parties to impress girls who just like the big bank account. But you don’t really mind, because you aren’t looking for something serious. You’re just having fun,” I shrugged.
“You should give me a chance,” he said with a look that almost made me believe him. But I wasn’t going to be swayed that easily.
“Why? I’m not looking to get my heart broken and an expensive necklace as a consolation prize.”
“I’m not like the other guys that come into your store,” he said sincerely. At this point he was crouching down to my level where I sat, looking in my eyes, but I willed myself to stay strong. There was absolutely no denying that he was gorgeous, but that wouldn’t keep the gold diggers away. Just the opposite.
“Sorry Pete, it’s late, and I gotta open up the shop tomorrow. I’ll see you the next time you stop by,” I said taking the last sips of my drink and turning back to my friends. “Either of you wanna share an Uber?”
“What is wrong with you?” Christine practically growled when Pete was out of earshot.
“I’m tired and I wanna go home, and like I said, I don’t wanna be a side piece! Now are we sharing an Uber or not?”
Chapter 2
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Secrets
Request: Could you write something where the reader is one of the members of fob's little sister, and Brendon and her meet while Panic! is touring with fob and they have to be secretive cause her brother would want to kill Brendon if he found out (and he does find out at some point haha)
A/N: two things, sorry this literally took months to get up,I don’t have an excuse really, I suck. Two, I don’t know much about fob at all, I know their names and I know some music, so I’ll try my best with that part, but I don’t think it’ll matter too much. Three things I guess, I kind of changed the request a little bit, just for it to work out the best for how I can write it. Anyway, enjoy :)
Warnings: slight sexual themes, swearing
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It was 2 in the morning and you were sat out behind the tour buses with Brendon, a blunt between his fingers that you were sharing. You’d known Brendon for a while, through your brother Pete, but it wasn’t until this tour that you two realized how much you clicked with each other. You both had gone through similar struggles in life, and shared a lot of the same interests meaning you both always had something to talk about.
Brendon passes you the blunt and you take a hit, leaning your head against the back of the bus, letting out a soft laugh, “If Pete knew we were out here together. Alone. He’d kill me. Or you.” You shrug, taking another hit from the blunt, passing it back to Brendon, and you notice him staring, “what?” You laugh and move your body so you’re facing him. He shakes his head, looking back up at you, “you’re just really pretty, that’s all.” He smiles and looks back down.
Your cheeks turn red, it’s dark out, but not dark enough where you were for it to cover the color of your cheeks, “Oh,” you smile and look away from him, “well thank you. I think you’re very handsome too.” You follow, laughing quietly and playing with the bottom of your T-shirt, shivering at the breeze. You watch as Brendon pulls of his flannel and you shake your head, “Nope, you’re going to get cold.” You laugh as he wraps it around you and the overwhelming scent of him fills your nose and you sigh happily. Brendon was sat closer to you now and you look back up at him as he takes a drag from the blunt and he turns back to you, your faces just inches apart, “Would you be mad at me if I kissed you right now?” He asks you softly and you shake your head, whispering a small “no” to him, and with that he begins to lean in to kiss you.
His lips press to yours softly and you begin to move your lips with his. He tastes faintly of peppermint chapstick you watched him apply earlier, the taste cools your lips as you further the kiss. You see his hand reaching in the corner of your eye, and he places his hand on your neck, just where it connects with your shoulder, you mimic his actions, reaching your opposite hand up and running his through his soft hair.
Unfortunately your oxygen begins to run out and you pull away, licking your lips, “I should probably go back to the bus. Incase Pete wakes up.” You mumble awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact with Brendon, which was difficult because of how close you were still sitting with each other.
“Are you okay?” He asks as you stand up, pulling Brendon’s flannel of your arms and handing it back to him, sliding your shoes back on.
You nod and start to walk away, looking back at him, “I’m fine. Just whatever you do, don’t say anything about this to Pete. He’ll be pissed.” You say, pulling the door of the bus open, stepping in quietly and walking to your bunk, above Pete’s.
“Y/n? Where were you?” You hear Pete ask and you curse to yourself, climbing up into your bunk.
“I went for a walk, couldn’t sleep.” You say simply and pull your blanket over you, closing your eyes, ignoring Pete’s response.
You wake up to the sound of the bus door slamming shut and you stretch, rubbing your eyes softly.
“Patrick, is Pete here?” You hear Brendon ask, and you don’t hear a response from him, but you’re assuming he says no because you hear Brendon sit down and begin to talk.
“I kissed Y/n last night.” Brendon whispers and you shake your head, your heart beginning to race, “and I don’t think she liked it? Because she just left right away after and it was weird, but I’ve been wanting to do it for so long and I think I might’ve ruined everything and I don’t know.” Brendon finishes and you can’t quite hear Patrick’s response, but you hop down from your bunk and walk out into the main area where Patrick and Brendon were sat, pulling your sweatshirt on over your tank top, “morning.” You mumble out, walking to the Keurig to start a cup of coffee.
Brendon stands up and comes to stand closer to you, “can we talk later? Tonight after the show maybe?” He asks softly, waiting for your response.
“Yeah I guess so, we’ll just have to wait until Pete’s asleep, he wasn’t last night.” You respond and is if on queue, the door opens and Pete, Josh, Joe, Tyler and Andy come in the door with two boxes, “we got donuts!” Pete shouts excitedly, throwing them down onto the table in front of him, Brendon instinctively moving away slightly from you.
“You’re a little close to Y/n there don’t you think Brendon?” Pete says, half joking as Brendon backs away, plopping onto the chair and grabbing a donut.
You walk through the back halls of the venue, trying to find Brendon for what seems like hours. You finally reach the door that says “Panic!” on it and you knock softly, receiving permission to come in shortly after. You walk in and you make eye contact with Brendon, and he realized what you were saying, “Hey, can you guys leave for a few minutes?” He asks his bandmates and they all stand up, walking out of the room to God knows where.
“Zack said the busses are leaving right after the show tonight, we probably won’t be able to talk then, so I figured I guess now would have to do.” You walk over to the chair in front of the mirror, sitting next to Brendon who had just finished signing posters to give to fans, “you wanted to talk though, so go for it.”
“You gave me permission to kiss you. But now you’re acting weird about it, and just acting like it never happened, but I don’t feel the same, I didn’t want it to be just a one time thing.”
You sigh and look down at your hands that were sat in your lap, “I like you. That’s why I let you kiss me, but I don’t know if things can go any further. Pete wouldn’t like it, he’d try to stop it.”
“He doesn’t have to know.” He says simply, walking over to his suitcase and grabbing out a T-shirt to change in to. He pulls his sweatshirt off, revealing his chest and you turn your head away as he pulls the black T-shirt on.
You shake your head and scoff, “he’d find out. All of us will be together for the next two months, we rarely have a second alone.”
“It seems like you’re just reluctant for this to happen. If you don’t want to, I’ll back off, but Y/n, I like you. That’s why I kissed you, so if you want to give it a shot, I think we should.”
You stand up from your chair and walk towards the door to leave, leaning against the wall, “okay, but we can’t let Pete know, at least not yet. And no mention of any of it to anybody. I know you already told Patrick, but nobody else.”
He nods and follows you towards the door, moving so he’s close to you, leaning in to kiss your lips. He pulls away after a moment and looks at you, “you’re gorgeous, Y/n. I gotta go, sound check is soon.”
You let out a quiet moan against Brendon’s lips as he kissed you, backing you up against the counter in the bus. Everyone had gone out for drinks after the show, but you and Brendon came up with a stupid reason as to why you couldn’t join them.
You two had been secretly dating for about a month and a half now, and luckily Pete still wasn’t on to you guys. Yet. Patrick has slipped it to Josh and Tyler, so almost everybody knew now, but you thought you were safe.
Brendon broke his lips away from yours to pull his shirt off, as he did that you shrugged your cardigan off your shoulders and pulled your T-shirt over your head, “Brendon.” You mumbled out as he began to kiss you again, “this might be a bad idea.” You mumble, pulling away from his lips.
“Why? We’re alone, I doubt any of them will be back for a while, and Pete will be shitfaced anyway when he gets back, I think we’re okay.” Brendon said hopefully, tilting his head to place light kisses on your neck and you moan softly nodding towards him, “okay, okay.”
You bite your lip softly and he trails soft kisses down your neck and onto your collar bone, tilting your head back gently. The feeling of pleasure, though, is interrupted when the door of the bus swings open. You pull away from Brendon quickly, bringing your arms up to your chest once you realize that it’s Pete that had just walked in. You let out a soft sigh and look up at Brendon, and then move your focus back to Pete, who was just beginning to yell, “Y/n Y/m/n Wentz! What the hell are you doing with him?” Pete yells at you, and before you even have a chance to answer, he begins to yell at Brendon, “and you! I thought I could trust you not to corrupt my little sister! I told you not to try anything on her, she’s 5 years younger than you Brendon!”
“She’s also an adult who can make her own decisions! She doesn’t need her brother to make decisions for her.” Brendon snapped back and you looked up at him, nodding in agreement, “Pete I love you to death. Obviously, but I can make my own decisions. I appreciate that you care about me and that you’re protective of me, but Brendon isn’t bad for me. He’s amazing to me, he treats me so well, he makes me feel cared for and beautiful and loved, Pete. You should be happy that I have somebody who makes me feel like that.” You argue to him, hoping that he realizes that he can’t really argue that point.
“You can say whatever you want, but Y/n you’re still my baby sister. You always will be even when you’re old and married. So it worries me when you end up with somebody that I’ve seen so many different sides of,” He pauses and looks at Brendon, “I believe that he treats you well, I just don’t want you guys being together to ruin the friendship that we all have. And Brendon, you better not break her fuckin’ heart.” He snaps the last part and Brendon nods, placing his arm over your shoulder gently.
“You know I wouldn’t.”
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