#both by fob ofc

[assumedcryptid]

like i know hes just some guy but i think thats part of the problem 😭😭 it makes him seem sm more attainable 😭😭😭

[anotherpapercut]

I went to a show tonight and decided to get a CD from one of the bands and the guy asked me if I actually listen to CDs or just collect them lol

[thekidsarentalright]

soooo scary that there are less ppl in front of me in the queue for olivia tickets rn than there were for fob like damn maybe i will be getting tickets 😳

[taintedcigs]

i slept with someone from corroded coffin and all i got was this stupid song written about me.

ROCKSTAR!FBOY!EDDIE X READER

summary: fooling around with a famous rockstar who's a notorious playboy sounds perfect on paper, until you catch feelings for him. that's why you decide to end things, to not get your feelings get hurt, and its all going perfectly, until eddie releases a song, written all about you.

warnings: smut, p in v, MINORS DNI!!!!, pet names, praising?, lovey dovey, kinda angst and arguments, drgs & alcohol mention, swearing? idk this is kinda cheesy n cute with a mix of fluff sprinkled honestly!

author's note: the indented parts are texts between steve and reader and thenn reader and eddie. they look confusing as fuck im sorry i just wanted to make them look unique but they look stupid. also yes. i patted myself in the back after i found this title (thank you fob). and yes the lyrics are inspired by i don't care im on a fob kick sue me! and ofc fboy!eddie isn't actually that much of a fboy bc if i can't write lovesick eddie ill die. this is super cheesy so i still struggled a lot but UGH. not proof-read ignore all mistakes

also credits to @dumplingsjinson for the prompts! (i changed them but still!) and @saradika for the dividers! pls like + rb + interact w me in anyway to support my writings!! ty!!

DINGUS sent you a spotify link. did you listen to this? yeah. its kinda romantic. no. the lyrics are insane. n all about u okay? are u at the party rn? yeah. u comin? soon he’s there too u already knew that, didn’t u?  false accusations r rude, steve.

You click your phone off with a groan, but he was right. You couldn’t stay away from him, and maybe, just maybe, this was your way of running into him, accidentally. 

Because ever since he released the song, the tabloids had gone crazy with it, half of the lyrics screamed you and all of the old headlines pointed at you, the mystery girl Eddie used to be seen with, and you really were growing tired of seeing your name next to “Munson’s new girl.” 

Because you weren’t his new girl, you weren’t his anything. He was a cocky asshole who was good with a guitar and was even better at fucking. And that was something both of you could relate to, the only thing you had in common with him. Or, so you thought. 

But of course, as with everything else, the things between you changed, you started staying over, he started staying over, and the two of you even went on fucking dates, disguising them under ‘we were just hungry, is all.’ 

You tried to keep up the cool girl act, like you could fuck someone and not catch feelings. Every inch of you itched not to care, to act like it was all fine, but it was all fucking bullshit, you cared, so fucking much that your chest ached. The more you got to know him, the more you fell for him, and the more you fell for him, the more you realized there was no fucking way this would work. 

Cocky rockstar who spent more time doing drugs than sleeping, with girls all over him? The imaginary red flag bells rang in your ear, even now. He wasn’t looking for a relationship and you knew that. That’s why you ended it two months ago. Or at least, you started ignoring him two months ago. 

Yet, he had been calling and texting you, wanting to meet up, drunken slurs of nonsense, gibberish voicemails, and yet you never answered, because if you did, you knew you’d be back to pathetically swooning over him.

Until today, just because of that stupid song, like it meant anything. That douchebag probably wrote songs about every girl he fucked. 

You weren’t special. 

Another ding sound from your phone almost startled you, the contact name made you groan even louder. “don’t FUCKING answer.” That didn’t mean shit. It was just something stupid to make you feel better that you couldn’t stay away from him, because you knew, deep down that if you really didn’t want him to contact you, you would’ve deleted his number, and blocked him. You were too chicken shit to do that, and still desperately wanted to hear from him. 

So you settled on that contact name. Like it made a difference, like it changed anything. 

DONT FUCKING ANSWER did you listen to the song?

Don’t fucking answer. The contact name should be enough to convince yourself that.

Too late.

                                                                   no. don’t lie to me, sweetheart.                                                                            why would i lie?

You sink into the couch, a much quieter corner of the party, not even bothering to socialize. Your brows furrow, index finger flying to your lips anxiously, as you chew on it to patiently wait for an answer.

You sip on your drink with a nervous gaze on your screen, barely noticing the way the couch sink further when someone else took a seat next to you. 

“Hi.” The gravelly voice pulls your attention away from the screen, making you set your drink aside as you look up, finding yourself face-to-face with him. 

Shaggy bangs cascade onto his forehead, and with your exaggeration, it looks longer than the last time you saw him. Black jeans cladded with chains. A graphic tee messily thrown over his heavily tatted chest, that you could still imagine right about now—pathetic. He looked just about the same, the deep dimple adorning his soft cheeks had seemed to disappear, wearing a scowl instead, that tiny voice in your head told you that was your doing, that maybe he was just as miserable as you. Maybe your feelings weren’t fully one-sided.  

Shit. 

“Eddie?” Squeaky, and annoying, you were sure that’s how your tone sounded, yet he didn’t seem to comment on it.

“‘m glad you remember my name, sweetheart,” he scoffs sarcastically, leaning further into the plush couch, elbow propped at the side, eyeing you with frustration. 

“W—what the hell are you doing here?” You stutter as if you weren’t expecting to run into him. Full of bullshit. 

“Did ya really think you could ignore me forever, huh?” He tilts his head slightly, almost expectedly, earning an eye roll from you. 

“I wasn’t ignoring yo—”

Eddie tuts quickly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that cuts through the ambient noise of the party, “I thought we said no more lies, huh?” 

With a huff, “Why are you here, Eddie?” you mumble.

“Am I not allowed to party?” He banters, brows slightly raised, making you huff out an exasperated breath, your eyes bore into him, almost to signal him ‘Take this seriously.’

“I wanted to know what you thought.” He shrugs like it was normal to just come running after everything just to know what you thought of the song. 

“The song?” He nods in confirmation.

“Didn’t like it,” you confess, avoiding his gaze, but your brows betray you, lifting ever so slightly.

He tsks, shutting you off quickly, “You see that little quirk your brow did? That only happens when you lie, you can’t help it. You do that when I ask you if you ate the last pizza slice, or when I ask if you watched the next episode of the show we were supposed to watch together, or when you—” 

“Fine, fine! I liked it,” you groan, interrupting him and suddenly standing up from the comfort of the couch, being so face-to-face with him immediately making your nerves bubble.

“Just liked?” He tilts his head slightly, a smirk curving on his lips. 

A deep sigh of breath, “what do you want, Munson?”

He stands up with you, making you back away from him with a heavy footstep, the entire party was too loud and crowded, yet, in this stupid corner, it was just the two of you. “For you to admit that you loooved the song, and how much you missed me,” he sing-songs, taking a step closer to you, musky smell invading your senses, making you take a deep breath.

Both of you stand near the wall, and it should be awkward, it should be enough to make you leave, but all it does is draw you closer to him.

“You’re annoying.” 

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I wasn’t avoiding—” He tuts, with his stupid index finger up, rejecting your lie.

“I—I don’t know what you expected.” You shrug, so nonchalantly that his gaze narrows, chest aching with the implications of your words.

“We both knew this wouldn’t last forever, didn’t we?” You chew the inside of your lip to stop those tears that had been begging to flow ever since you listened to the song, wiping off that smirk on Eddie’s lips. 

“Would’ve been nice if I got a reminder, and not have been just fully ghosted, huh?” The brunette grumbles with a downturn of his lips, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Oh, don’t act all high and mighty, isn’t that what you do all the fucking time?” you snap, gaze narrowed, and arms crossed against your chest. 

“Fuck girls and then leave them? Did it crush your ego this fucking much that I did before you could?” 

“What the fuck does that mean?” He retaliates. 

“It means I was smart enough to pull myself away from your bullshit,” you rasp, disdain written all over your face.The room seems to shrink as the distance between you decreases. 

Another step closer to you, and you didn’t realize your back had hit the wall now. “My bullshit? God, that’s fucking rich, if I seem to recall correctly sweetheart, you were in this as much as I fucking was!”

“Oh, was I?” You bark out a chuckle, cruel, mocking, “I don’t remember being okay with you fucking half the city.” Realization of how bitter and jealous that sounds, dawns on you much later than the words leave your lips, and thankfully, Eddie’s too fucking immersed to realize the double meaning of your words. 

“Are you fucking kidding? No strings attached! Non-exclusive! That’s what you fuckin’ signed up for!” His voice echoes, mirroring his frustration, and you open your mouth.

But he doesn’t let you speak further, cutting you off sharply. “Is this all because of that new guy you’re seein’?” 

“What? What guy?” 

“The one who was all over you earlier,” he bites out, jaw clenched, and you can almost taste his bitterness in the air.  

“The same one you fucked at Jeff’s party.”

“Are you stalking me, Munson?” 

“Did you just want an excuse to end things? Are the two of you serious or somethin’?” His voice wavered between anger and desperation, gaze pathetically searching for yours, to gauge your reaction.

You scoff. Did he really think you’d end things because of a stupid fling you had which in the first place occurred just so you could forget him? He was so goddamn clueless it drove you insane. 

But what you didn’t realize was that you were just as clueless, if not more, because why would he write a song all about you, if this was just about sex? Because who would get so jealous of someone they didn’t care about? 

Say my name and his in the same breath.

I dare you to say they taste the same. 

The lyrics from his stupid song swirled your thoughts, yet you were still too stupid to see it, weren’t you?

Another step closer to you, a dangerous game the two of you liked to play. He smelled alluring, a fucked up mix of nicotine, his musky cologne, and that damn leather jacket. “Do you really think, he could compare to me, sweetheart?” 

Say my name and his in the same breath.

“Tell me he’s fucking better, and he’s actually what you want, and I’ll fucking leave, I’ll bury all the other songs I wrote, tell me, and I’ll be out of your hair forever.”

I dare you to say they taste the same. 

And just like that, all the defenses you put up, all the times you ignored him, they are cracked, disappearing into thin air. You hate it, you hate that he has this effect on you, you can feel your mind getting hazier, eyes blinking rapidly to process what the fuck is going on, and his face is mere inches away from yours. You knew their names didn’t taste the same. And you knew he could never ever compare to Eddie.

“Tell me,” he encourages, dares you to. You fail to notice how much emotion his gaze carries, how the corners of his lips twitch, just at the thought of you finally admitting you don’t want him. His stomach turns at the thought, this is his last chance, he knows that, and he can’t fucking lose you. He can’t. 

And you don’t know any of that, but you knew, know that no one else could compare to him. And you hate yourself for thinking that, you hate yourself for falling for him, the world stops rotating on its axis when he’s in your peripheral vision, and it’s fucking disgusting. Pathetic. Stupid. Because you know the two of you have no chance. But here you are. 

“H—he is b—” Of course, your brow quirks up almost immediately, betraying you quicker than you can even attempt to lie. 

That dawning smirk appears on his lips again, it’s mocking, and just as much smug. You want to wipe it off of his stupidly pretty face. “Tell me,” he dares you, again. This time much cockier and confident, and you suddenly realize how small you feel under him.

“He isn’t,” your meek voice is barely audible.

And you don’t register the shaky breath he draws when the words leave your lips, giving him the confirmation he needs. You wanted him, he had no fucking clue why you ghosted him, yet you still wanted him. Just as much as he wanted you. 

Both of his hands were placed on the wall now, towering over you, making your breath get caught up in your throat. “Speak up.”

“No, fuck! You know he’s not, you know he could never fucking compare to you, you fucking know tha—” He shuts you up with a rough kiss, lips pressed against yours messily, letting the petty comments die down your throat. Because this is all he wanted, needed to hear anyway. 

“Up,” he grunts into the kiss, tapping your thighs, hoisting you up from your waist to help you wrap your legs around him, tight, he wants you at his mercy, locked to him. 

You wrap your legs around him, barely, the melty sensation in your knees making you so shaky that he barks out a laugh into your lips, holding you close, firm, the butterflies in your stomach traveling all across your body.

He lifts you up as if you are weightless, arms wrapped around you strongly as he carries you to the nearest empty bedroom, impressively without hitting your back anywhere, so roughly that your core throbs at the feeling of his arms around you.

“Baby,” he mutters as he lowers you down on the bed swiftly, smooth, gaze darkened and pupils blown wide, all the pent up desire waiting to explode. 

“Eddie,” you beg, shaky voice sounding purely angelic to his ears once he got rid of his shirt, shrugging it off with a huff, his fingertips grazing against your top, feeling your hardened nipples, causing gasps out of you, he’s quick to pull it over your head while you run your fingers up the grooves of his stomach, the tip of your fingertips almost burns everywhere you touch. 

He groans at the sight of your bare breasts, “missed thi-you,” he corrects himself, because that’s all he wanted anyways, you. 

He nips at your nipples, tongue good at giving attention to both of them, all wet and warm, making you squirm under his touch, you’re quick to get rid of everything else, leaving you in your panties, making him grunt. 

The pad of his thumb rubs against your left nipple, leaving goosebumps in its wake, while his other hand travels down your chest, then your stomach, finally drawing circles when it stops between your thighs, ghosting over your panties before he tugs them down your legs, spreading them apart with a slight hum, pupils blown so wide that you can’t admire those chocolate hues anymore. 

He visually drinks in that sight of you, laid down on the couch, eyes squeezed shut, back arched, and he hasn’t even touched you yet. You’re completely at his mercy and his chest aches with need. “So pretty like this f’me,” he coos into your chest, pushing his middle finger inside of you. Making you feel so good that you can’t stop the gasps coming out of your lips.   

Pleasure shivers through everywhere he sucks and touches, his finger eases into you when he adds another one, a moan escaping you quickly. “Need to be in here, sweetheart, d’ya have any idea how much I missed this?” 

You don’t. You don’t know about the sleepless nights, the drunken ones, the drug-induced ones in an attempt to recreate the high you gave him. It’s fucked up, it’s insanely toxic. Yet, he can’t get enough of you. 

His gaze upon you is dangerous, maybe it’s because he had missed you so goddamn much, or maybe because he didn’t know where this would lead, but it felt fucking sentimental, different somehow, and he could feel you, everywhere on his skin.

Your hips start rocking up against him when the pad of his thumb flicks over your clit, making you arch your back, whines, mumbles leaving your lips. And all he can muster is, “so goddamn beautiful, look at you whining for me.”

You can feel his bulge rub against your thigh every now and then, it’s distracting, almost agonizing. You desperately need it inside of you, you had missed him, missed his touch, missed the feeling of him filling you to the brim, you missed seeing his face contort in pleasure when he was inside of you, you wanted him to never forget you again. 

That’s why you feel so numb, can barely speak, and of course, Eddie notices, how unusually quiet you are, and he wants to make this unforgettable, just so you have another reason to come back to him. Just so you don’t leave him, just so you stay forever. 

“Gone too quiet on me, honey, tell me what you need,” he coos down at you, thumb still caressing your pussy, and all you can fucking do is chew down on your bottom lips, eyeing his bulge that was begging to get out. And he barks out a goddamn chuckle, “P—please, Eddie.” Pathetically leaves your lips. 

And normally he would make you beg, tease further, but he reaches to tug down his pants quickly, because fuck, he had missed you. And he can’t bear the thought of not being inside of you any longer. 

Thinking is not your strongest suit right now either, your brain is mushy, all the nights and days spent thinking about him, about this explodes into your body. Your pussy aches when you finally see his cock again, a sound of need leaving your lips as you eye his length, so big that pleasure ripples through you, especially when you see his gushy tip, glistening with pre-cum. 

You want every fucking inch inside of you, and Eddie’s more than ready to oblige, “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“Need you, Eddie,” you moan, all fucked out, his fingers slip in and out of you still, but it isn’t enough for him. He needs more, he craves your validation like he never has before. 

“God, you’re soakin’ my fingers, princess,” he grunts, wedging himself between your thighs, weeping cock drips onto your inner thighs, making you moan breathlessly. “Tell me exactly what you fuckin’ want, honey.”

“Eddie.” His name sounds like silk, even when it’s so lewd, Eddie decides, and it makes him let out an impatient huff. “P—please. Need you to fuck me.” It’s so goddamn desperate that you can feel heat rise to your cheeks, but it’s everything to him.

“Want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

“Oh, that’s easy, sweetheart,” he grunts, lining his cock through your entrance, coating himself in your slick, enjoying your mewls before he doesn’t hesitate to push his cock inside of you, inch by inch, relishing the way you cry out for him. 

Greedily, you rock your hips into him, making him let out a frustrated groan. “Have no fuckin’ idea how much I missed this greedy cunt, sweetheart, shit.” He thrusts in a few more inches, and breathless moans and babbles of his name fill the air.

“Suckin’ me right in, baby, fuck, you’re so pretty like this, mhmm.” His cock moves inside of you, and your hands are wrapped around his back, desperately clawing at it, the fullness making you want more, “you like that, baby, like bein’ full of me?” A heavy sound leaves his lips, pathetic and you pulse around him. 

“S’so good Eddie, and s’big,” you barely manage to let out, and he watches you with that burning amber gaze, thrusting all the way in without hesitation. Those plushy lips that hang open, that filthy mouth, the prettiest fucking features—you, were going to be the death of him. 

Maybe it’s because you had missed him, or maybe because you hadn’t experienced this in a long time, or fuck, maybe, just maybe that the song had created a new type of need between the two of you. Using sex as a sort of connection that the both of you desperately needed. But, shit, was it this different this time. 

He felt different—his lips, touch, skin as it slapped against yours, it was different. 

Full. You feel so fucking full that your back involuntarily arches against him, fingers clenching desperately, your screams and cries filling the room the more he plunges inside of you, deeper, hungry, and just as greedy as you. 

“Yeah, better than that asshole?” It rolls off his lips so bitter and jealous that you can barely register it. Not being used to this possessive side of him, and it’s glorious, especially when he’s pounding his frustrations and insecurities into you. 

“Mhmm, so much better.” You clawed at his back, every thrust of his hip making you feel higher and higher, mind filled with nothing but him. 

“So pretty like this when you say my name, sweetheart… so goddamn beautiful, and all mine, yea?” He wants a confirmation, and wants to hear you say it, his head ducking between your breasts again to kiss, taste, suckle them. Make sure he never forgets it. 

“Wanna hear you say it.” He hums, the vibrations reverberating through your chest straight into your core, cock plowed so deep inside of you that you can barely speak through your cries, hitting that sweet spot that every other asshole misses. 

You’re too scared to give him what he wants. But you feel him, everywhere, and you still want more, of course, you’re his. That’s all you fucking wanted anyway. Plushy lips shake as you gaze up at him, his amber hues are so sticky-sweet that you still struggle to process it, words come out in a ramble “All yours, Eddie.”

His mouth crashes onto yours roughly, desire coursing through both of your bodies, almost interconnected. “Shit, fuckin’ hell sweetheart, ‘m not gonna last long.” His thrusts are getting sloppier, yet you feel the ravaging desire coursing through your veins. 

“So perfect,” he murmurs, the kiss he lays on your lips just as relentless, not letting you breathe or think for a goddamn second, you’re so goddamn close.

And you wonder, how the fuck did you even go two months without this? Without him?

“Eddie!” You cry out once you feel the pad of his thumb rubbing against your clit, eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm washes over you. Pure bliss overtakes you while you claw at his back, his body tenses, and cock flexes as he cums inside of you, groans and curses left in your hair. 

Minutes pass of you lying next to each other, breathless, processing everything that just transpired. And you should feel guilty, embarrassed, and should run to the hills for doing this with him again. 

But you’re obsessed, addicted. He’s like an excitement that you’re sure you’ve never felt before, running through your veins, like a fucking drug. 

Both of you get dressed in silence, the party booming outside is quick to bring the two of you back to reality, and out of the trance that he pulled you in. 

He breaks your bewilderment with a slight “Fuck.” Standing on the opposite side of the bed before he fully turns to you. “This wasn’t—I was supposed to talk to you.” He mutters, fingertips anxiously running through his tousled hair.

Caught off guard and awfully curious, you mumble, “About what?”

“The song…”

“I told you I liked it.”

His brow furrows deeper, and he shakes his head in frustration. “No, that’s not it—uh, did you not listen to the lyrics?”

“I did.”

“And?”

Your face searches his for some clarity, you take a step closer to him, the distance between the two of you was still awfully much according to him. “What are you asking of me, Eddie? Did you really think one song would just solve everything?”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“W—what am I supposed to get Eddie? You wanna have your cake and eat it too! And I just can’t fucking do that, not anymore.”

“That’s—that’s not it!” His voice wavers, with urgency, and desperation in his tone. He takes a step forward, attempting to bridge the emotional gap, feeling so fucking frustrated that he wants to rip his hair out.

“Then fucking explain it to me!” You plead. 

“You want an explanation, fine! Fucking fine!” His frustration echoed through the room, pacing back and forth, making you take a deep breath. 

Was he… actually gonna do this? 

“You wanna know what the fuck I’ve been doing ever since you ghosted me?” He ran a hand through his hair, scared, gaze all mellow and vulnerable in a way you have never seen before. It makes your shoulders slump when you nod. 

“I go to those stupid Hollywood parties, meet asshole rockstars—the most interesting shit, yet somehow someway the thought of you will pop up in my mind, uncalled for, might I add, and then I can’t stop thinking about it, can’t stop thinking about you the whole fucking day.” Your eyes widen, trying to absorb his revelation, yet he won’t stop rambling and you feel your chest tighten with each word, fuck, he’s finally doing it.

“I—I never—shit! I never thought myself capable of feeling things like this, but fuck, you came along, with that goddamn smile, throwing a manicured middle finger right in my face, a—and just put up with my bullshit.” His voice softened, and he couldn’t help but trace the contours of your face, to desperately know if you were on the same boat, and you look at him with such glistened eyes that his heart leaps to his stomach. 

“My world flipped upside down, and you have proven me, so goddamn wrong that I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore!” The tears almost welled in your eyes, because, fuck, there was no way this was real.  

You reached out instinctively, the corner of your mouth twitching uncontrollably. “E—Eddie, please… please stop saying things you don’t fucking mean.” 

“Things I don’t mean?” He gives you a breathy chuckle, ironic, and nowhere near funny. His eyes bore into yours, intense and searching. “Do you think I like feeling whatever the hell this is? I fucking don’t, you have me acting like someone I’m so unfamiliar with, to the point where it scares me. All I can think about is you, you, you, because you occupy every single space of my mind.” Your eyes soften, the room seemingly pulsing with his emotions, making you feel hot everywhere on your body. 

He felt the same way.

Eddie felt the same way. 

“B—but fuck I’m scared, honey, I’m so goddamn scared,” He admits, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the tension before he’s at your side, calloused hands grabbing you by the shoulder, so softly that you melt into him.

“Because what if—what if all of this comes crashing down one day?” His voice trembles, gaze avoiding yours, he was scared, so goddamn scared of losing you. Forever. He doesn’t want that, he couldn’t afford that. 

“Just two months away from you fucking sucked. I didn’t—I don’t wanna feel these things, but you make it so hard not to.”  His forehead rests against yours, making you suck in a deep breath, it’s all so fucking sentimental, and all you wanna do this kiss him, tell him you feel the exact same way. Tell him about your fears. 

“And now I can’t fucking stop, fuck,” He confesses, admission punctuated by a frustrated sigh. 

“I wrote you a song,” he gently caresses your cheek, and you’re so scared to look up at him, to meet his tender gaze, because you know you can’t hold yourself back. 

“I came over to this party in a frenzy when I found out you’d be here,” he continued, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern along your jawline. “I—I just I haven’t even been able to touch another girl.” Your eyes snap open, you’re sure they’re almost heart-shaped now, with the adoration you look at him.

“And, do you actually fucking think I'd write songs for just anyone—” His question lingers in the air before you shut him up with a kiss, rough, sweet, and making Eddie feel dizzy all over, his head struggles to comprehend it all, breathless but he manages to react just in time.

The booming music becoming a mere background noise when he had you, mind swirling with all the possibilities and mouth begging to never stop tasting you. He wants to let you completely engulf him, feel you everywhere.

Everything he wanted and more.

He fucking hates himself for doing this, but he pulls away, mesmerized, eyes so wide that you can’t believe this is Eddie, he’s all flustered, salmon pink. And it makes a wider grin sit on your lips. “So… you—uh, what does this mean?”

You smile at him, lips widely stretching into a grin, as you shrug. “It means I feel the same, Eddie.” you admit, tone a tender reassurance. “That’s why I tried to shut you out… to try to move on, because I was scared—fuck, but I feel the same way.”

“So, does that mean we're dating now?”

“We can take things slow, figure everything out?” you mutter with a shy gaze, lips itching to twitch into a smile, again. “But I—uh—I like you, I really, really like you.”

“Gone soft on me already, sweetheart?” he mumbles with a stupid grin, making you elbow him softly, with an exaggerated playful huff. 

He’s quick to flinch, rubbing his arm as if you even delivered a powerful blow. “Ow—what the hell is wrong with you?”

“You think I’m going soft? You’re the one who wrote his feelings as an exaggerated love song!” 

He leans further slightly, his grin widening when you gave him those adorable eyes, finding you both equally amusing and endearing. “Oh… just you wait.”

You arched a brow, curiosity piqued, “What the hell does that mean?”

“The album is coming out soon, sweetheart. If you think this was an exaggeration, you should hear the whole fucking thing.”

That glint re-appears in your eyes just as quickly, gaze softening as you melt into his embrace.

“You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.” You tease, scrunching your nose at him, so adorably that he leans down and presses a gentle kiss onto your hair.

He's an idiot, a total complete fucking idiot, but he's all yours.

[d3molition-lov3rs]

Can you explain petekey to me in detail like i’m someone who barely knows the band members (because i actually don’t know)

ofc!! i'll give a brief overview here, but for the full story i definitely recommend checking out this master-post on tumblr, or this version on ao3.

Petekey comprises of Pete Wentz (bassist and lyricist of Fall Out Boy) and Mikey Way (bassist of My Chemical Romance). The two first met in 2003 and both of their bands played some dates on Warped Tour 2004, however things really kicked off in the summer of 2005 when Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance were the head-lining bands on Warped Tour. The members of both bands were often spotted throughout the summer watching each others sets, hanging out together, or playing on stage with one another, and people who were fans of both bands at the time loved the friendship between My Chem and FOB.

Around this time, Pete Wentz was very active on LiveJournal answering questions, teasing lyrics, and talking about the tour. A lot of the questions were often about My Chem, his friendship with Mikey, and various things about the summer, and Pete also posted a lot of prose/poetry/thoughts musing over and reflecting on a summer love. This was furthered in the release of Fall Out Boy's album 'Infinity On High' in 2007, which contained many lyrics taken directly from Pete's posts on LiveJournal (specifically the song 'Bang The Doldrums', which was previously called 'Summer of Like'. Summer of Like is now a term which is used as another way to refer to the summer of 2005). Pete and Mikey have remained friends over the years and often interacted on twitter, and Mikey even played bass on stage with Fall Out Boy last year.

Obviously, all of these events happened almost two decades ago, (and both individuals are married lmao) so nowadays most people just "ship" the two in a very light-hearted way that is really just an appreciation of their friendship. There has been a bit of a spike of people talking about the ship in the last couple years as a result of MCR playing the WWWY festival in 2022, Mikey playing on stage with Fall Out Boy in 2023, and FOB playing 'Bang The Doldrums' live on stage for the first time EVER last year. Anyways, both My Chem and FOB are head-lining WWWY festival next month and personally I am hyped for that lol.

hopefully this was helpful!! i definitely recommend checking out the master-posts i linked for way, WAY more information and a much more coherent time-line of the petekey "lore"

[reineyday]

Ten people I'd like to know better!

tagged by: @robinticism which, hello!! i love ur fanfiction sm and i hope u know this 😭🙏💖

last song: i am currently listening to patd's cover of the greatest show haha my playlist is on shuffle. when i hit post on this, the song playing is america's suitehearts by fall out boy. everyone please check out manofbeskar's mishanks band au fic, bc it got me listening to fob's folie à deux album for literally three months straight. tho i've loved america's suitehearts since it came out in 2009ish, i've only come to appreciate the rest of the album this year 'cuz of manofbeskar so thank you. 🙏

(i lied, i typed that but then spent so long triple-checking my answers the playlist's moved onto asymptotic by louie zong. what's this, rei? u have a fic rec for this song too? here's a haikyuu!! matsuhana math team au i love dearly. the fic reminds me of the song, except ofc it's a happy ending, unlike in the song aha.)

favorite color: red & golden yellow :) i'm a warm colour palette typea gal. i even prefer my cool colours warm-toned lol. they feel richer to me when they're warmer.

last book: i'm somewhat ashamed to say it's been a VERY long time since i read a real book. i tackled a short french YA one like, last year? 'cuz i borrowed it from my friend and i'd wanted to to return it. i can rec u an ongoing 300+k bloodweave fic i just finished that i can't stop thinkin' about tho.

last movie: i watched the wild robot w my dad recently. super cute! another movie in the list of movies that tell me to my face that i will always fall in love with sly and charming rogue types that deep down only want to be loved. 🥺💕

last tv show: been watching the ravening war dimension 20 dnd campaign! if that doesn't count, i've also been watching dandadan every week (last week's episode tho!!! SO good omg).

sweet/spicy/savory: savoury most of the time, but also sometimes sweet. very rarely spicy, but not unheard of.

relationship status: single ✌️ i'm a mess and probably demi lmao.

last thing I googled: SPOILERS FOR NYT CONNECTIONS but i was googling crab types. comb crab? not a thing. ❌️ fiddler crabs, however! ✅️

current obsession: oh god, uh. astarion. it's astarion ancunín from bg3. my camera roll is filling up and it used to be so i could draw mihawk in his outfits but now it's just 'cuz astarion's hair is stupid pretty. please see also: my previous answer about rogue types who only want to be loved.

ah, also been getting more into dnd in general--(re)started bc of watching neil newbon (astarion's voice actor; i know, i know, but HE'S SO GOOD AT HIS JOB) doing an actual play one shot as astarion with sam béart who voices karlach (yes, okay, i am like every other bisexual and fell for the pretty rogue vampire and the big red barbarian with biceps for days okay), but also brennan lee mulligan and aabria iyengar, both of whom i love. and then i graduated to watching the bg3 cast's other APs and also mismag s2 and now the ravening war. it's a slippery slope. and my cousin wants to run a one-shot campaign so now i've got a guy too! his name is lysander and he's a dragonborn fighter. 🐲⚔️🔥

(here's the one-shot i'm talking about btw! aabria is the gm, and the table is neil and sam playing astarion and karlach, and then brennan lee mulligan and anjali bhimani who play some really great pc's! neil & sam refer to the story in the halloween one-shot they do with the va's of wyll and lae'zel later on, too. it's cute!)

looking forward to: mmh the aforementioned campaign, i suppose. here's hoping lysander makes some friends!

no pressure ofc but tagging @ofkingsandlionhearts @16th-of-a-twigg @andaniellight @albifrons @eyesonstars-feetonground @giurochedadomani @starlightbelle @incalamity @conartisthaiji @spikyiwaizumi

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Alright, alright I got you:

1.) What is the most common thing the boys do to pass the time in the car?

2.) Is Kyle the type to treat his instrument with respect or does he have to replace something on it every three practices?

3.) What’s the stupidest thing Stan and Kenny have schemed together?

4.) What’s Clyde’s biggest boyfail moment?

5.) Who’s gotten their aux privileges revoked (*has violent ITTG flashbacks*)

6.) What are their siblings opinions on their band(s)?

7.) Has any of the m4 ever gotten bad stage fright during a performance? If so, how did they manage it?

8.) Tolkien seems like CaTG’s parent. Is he a gentle parent or is he about to backhand someone?

9.) What led to Henrietta getting her job?

9.) Has anyone, both CaTG and m4, ever had a genuinely serious medical emergency while on the road?

10.) Do CaTG and m4 write their own songs or are they just cover bands? If they write their own songs, what genre of music are they known for?

11.) If anyone is long distance, how do they cope with being away from their partner while traveling?

12.) Has there ever been a really bad fight between anyone in the m4 where someone legitimately took offense to something said by another member?

13.) Has anyone ever attempted to cook something weird in a hotel room while they’re off the road for the night?

14.) Has Stan ever attempted to sneak an animal into the car?

15.) What is Cartman’s opinions on the other three’s musical abilities?

I GOTTA SAVE MOST OF THESE BC I LOVE ALL OF THEM BUT!!!!

5) ofc I had to start with who got their aux privileges revoked bc ITTG mention and UNSURPRISINGLY it’s Kenny for the EXACT SAME REASON!!!! Kenny’s just a gremlin tbh we love him (iykyk)

8) both. Poor Tolkien is at his wits end but he does love his idiot overly petty friends. It’s all he can do to keep them reasonably in line.

9) HENRIETTA! My gorllllll! So it’ll come up later down the line in the fic, but she’s actually in med school, an aspiring radiologist! She needed something to pay the bills while she studies, and the local diner was hiring. She and the line cooks smoke out back and her regulars get a kick out of her attitude.

10) both groups do a mix of covers and original music! Moop has an early FOB vibe naturally, with Stan writing emo ass Pete Wentz poetry and Cartman busting out the undeniable showmanship and shockingly strong vocals. Those Guys have sort of an 80’s synth thing going on, vintage pop glam rock aura, think IDKHBTFM. Tolkien as their frontman has an undeniable allure and Tweek absolutely eats on the synthesizer. Clyde, surprisingly, obliterates the technical side and adds that specific vibe that contributes to the overall mood of their music.

14) god yes of course Stan has tried to bring an animal on tour. One of their first multi show weekends playing various bars in their college town, he found a parking lot cat. He then proceeded to attempt to take it ONSTAGE and Wendy immediately took the cat home because “Stanley I know you’re attached but he’ll be home at our apartment safe and happy”. They named him Pick.

[music-orthemisery]

Hi! While we somewhat on the subject of Patrick’s solo project, can we talk about the hidden track on SP? Like… your thoughts, feelings, theories? What do you see when you listen to it? What feelings are you experiencing when you’re listening to the sounds at the end of the track???

Of courseeee we can talk about Cryptozoology, anon! I’m assuming that’s what you’re referring to, at least.

First, I’ll punt over to this ask @earlgreytea68 answered about this song because I think both she and anon made some great points! I especially love EGT’s comment re: naming a hidden song “cryptozoology.” It’s just so clever!

In terms of my own thoughts, this song definitely presents a few layers to me. The most obvious being him speaking to the music industry and the public/fans in response to him being out on his own. In general, I think Patrick is generally lying out his ass when he says that SP is all metaphorical commentary on the industry/society/etc., but this is one place where I do think that’s accurate. Patrick was in a place where he was desperate to be seen as his own artist - someone who could work magic without Pete and no longer be limited by the confines of FOB.

In terms of the visuals (the cryptozoology of it all), in my head this is Patrick being self-deprecating in a tongue-in-cheek way. He spent years being the guy in Pete Wentz’s shadow, and the ways he’d be described were rarely kind. You’d see nerdy, fat, unattractive, shy, etc. - which would then be paired with commentary on how he’s the primary songwriter and how “despite his looks” he’s essentially the hit factory.

So, now we have this guy emerging from the shadows. This guy who, compared to Pete, was less known, kinda weird looking, and, therefore, more mysterious…what could he bring to the table by himself? Who is Patrick Stump without Pete Wentz? Them being apart practically makes him a Cryptid because it just didn’t exist untold then. It was always at least the two of them.

There’s also the lyrics, “They got the search party looking for the ghost of the child/But what if he grew up? He never died.” Which is….ugh…basically pariah before pariah. I think his perspective here was more defiant (compared to pariah’s defeat), though. Like, ok, I’m being told that the only good I’ve created is shit I created when I was 18, but fuck that. I grew up and I’m here whether you like it or not and I’m not going to keep trying to please you. I’m going to create what I want to create. I don’t need to prove myself to you!

And, yes, that second part is also being spoken to Pete IMO. EGT’s ask that I linked to above echos my general thoughts on that aspect so I won’t go into it much more here.

Of course I need to acknowledge some p2-ness of it, tough, so I’ll focus on the source of Patrick’s bitterness here.

First off, I do not think Patrick was jealous of Pete’s attention. There is not a single thing about Patrick Stump that points to him wanting to be on the same level of fame and attention as Pete was back then.

In fact, going back to my earlier point about him emerging from Pete’s shadow - I’d argue that he was totally fine being in Pete’s “shadow” before, because I don’t think that’s how he saw it. Maybe he didn’t have words for it yet, but it goes back to what they still do now, which is protect each other. He wasn’t in Pete’s shadow. He was the reason he was able to put it all out there musically. They were doing it TOGETHER.

So, in my eyes, Patrick’s bitterness toward Pete, stemmed primarily from abandonment. His creative (and general life, ofc) soulmate had been punted into a completely different reality. Gone were the days where the two of them would spend hours writing and bickering and creating. Even starting in IOH era, there was tension building between them due to Pete’s obligations were taking him away from the studio. They weren’t doing this thing together anymore. Patrick was having to forge on “alone.” Not literally, of course, but I think you get where I’m going with this.

Additionally, referring back to the beloved Zane Lowe interview, Pete’s lyrics give Patrick purpose. Their creative energy is what gets him up in the morning. So, in Patrick’s words, not only was he losing Pete, he was losing his purpose.

(In my delusion p2 brain, IOH is also when the tensions of “what the fuck are we?” And Pete having to live up to the “Hollywood hottie” persona began. That’s a whooooole other post in itself that I’ve talked about a few times before but just had to throw that in there of course.)

So, this is both processing his emergence as his own person to the media and public, but also to Pete. I don’t need to prove myself to you. I don’t need you. I can do this all on my own.

In terms of feelings I experience, what I see, etc…I admittedly tend to intellectualize those things rather than fully acknowledge and experience them, so honestly the above answer probably best captures that as well, haha. Oh, and no clue about the outro sounds. I’m sure someone smarter than me may have some thoughts on that, but in my head Patrick is just playing into the Cryptid/hidden element with some sounds 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, I could yap forever about this but I’ll leave it there. Great question, anon! Thank you! Definitely gave me something to ponder during work today, haha!

[folieadeu-x]

Cant do this on anon unfortunately

But whats the story behind your user

You just opened a wormhole to let me talk about this damn album to another person. I hope you’re happy with yourself /lh j /pos

vvvvv

Ok so it all starts with a little band. You may or may not know them. They’re called Fall Out Boy and they magically spawned in Chicago one day in 2001. The band’s lineup consists of Patrick Stump (lead vocalist and guitar), Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III (Pete) (bassist, provides fruitful screaming on some tracks), Joe Trohman (guitarist), and Andrew (Andy) Hurley (drums). Before Andy joined, Patrick played drums and Pete was main vocals. Christopher Gutierrez was on bass, but left shortly after creating their first record “Evening Out With Your Girlfriend.” Patrick would later write the song “Grenade Jumper”, which was a tribute to Chris and would be released on their 2003 album “Take This To Your Grave”, which by then Andy joined the band and Patrick switched to vocals and Pete on bass. The band blew up from there thanks to their iconic hits “Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy” and “Saturday” (which they end ever single concert with!).

In 2005, the band would continue going up in popularity with their arguably most popular single “Sugar We’re Going Down” (this was before 2015 ofc so Centuries isn’t in the picture. We’re not talking about that here). Their next album and major label debut, “From Under The Cork Tree,” would release that same year and be certified 2x platinum. Then in 2007 they would release their next record, “Infinity on High”, which would also be certified 2x platinum. Wow!!!! So cool!!!!!!!!!! Both very good albums you should listen to them!!!!!!

Anyway. Fast forward to later in 2007 and beginning of 2008. I would love to say things were getting even better but nah. Lots of tension started to grow in the band as they were working on their fourth studio album: “Folie a Deux”, the term for a psychiatric syndrome “the madness between two.” Joe and Andy felt like they weren’t given enough musical freedom, and Pete and Patrick were having trouble collaborating. I’m lowk a peterick-er but I love talking about this specific lore so hang with me a bit longer okok. Patrick, out of pure spite after an argument, writes 2 songs: “Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes” and “I Don’t Care”. He shows them to Pete, thinking he had purposely made something awful that Pete would absolutely hate.

Pete loves them.

Disloyal Order would become the first song on the album and IDC would become the lead single.

Disloyal Order also has some of the gayest fucking lyrics I’ve ever seen WHAT DO U MEAN BY THIS PETER????

Anyway fun fact this is my favorite song of all time.

The album would release in late 2008 with a multitude of collaborators, including Pharrell Williams, Lil Wayne, and . Br*ndon Urie.

You would think that Folie would be similarly loved by fans just like Cork Tree and Infinity were, right? Nah. Fans hated this album on release. It was too different from their past work. The band was booed when they’d perform songs from it. This negative attitude toward the album truly affected the band as well, as many of the songs (and the album in general) weren’t celebrated by them until very recent years. Many Folie songs (including “The (Shipped) Gold Standard”, “27”, “w.a.m.s.”, and “West Coast Smoker”) didn’t get their first ever live performance until 2023.

If you want more info on the album, check out this video :3 it’s a very good retrospective that goes further in depth than I am.

Fast forward again to around 2018. A 14 year old me (who was questioning lots about himself at the time) was absolutely in love with SRAR and the band’s (at the time) newest record “M A N I A”. However, outside of those albums, I have yet to really listen to much else from FOB. My dad played their older singles in the car and I loved them lots, but I have yet to listen to FUTCT and IOH in full for the first time. However, one day, I decided that would change. So what album did I decide I’d give a shot? Cork Tree or Infinity with tracks that I’m already familiar with, so the rest of those albums track lists’ would be rather welcoming? Hm I wonder whic—

OMGGGG LOOK AT THESE CUTE BEARS!!!!

The album cover really just. captivated me in a way. I’m still hella obsessed with it JUST LOOK AT IT

Anyway. That 14 year old me tapped on the first track, anticipating what could possibly start playing, with a fresh and yummy Zaxbys Big Zax Snack meal in front of me………

What is that melody??? I question. That was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard in my fucking life. What the hell did I just get into. Is this what church is like????? I continue through the album. It just kept getting better and better. Days pass and I’m still listening to it. Weeks. I go into my Danganronpa friend and roleplay chats and tell everyone I know about this gem of a record. I shove it down their throats. I assign their OCs songs from it. I never shut the fuck up about it. go through my major TØP phase around this time too but this album never truly leaves my life. In fact, it just slowly infected me more and more as time went on. I’m probably the most obsessed with it these days compared to back then. Obviously, because my username is literally the album title!

There’s the answer! It’s FOB’s fourth studio album! And also the name of a psychiatric condition! And a movie I’ve never seen and probably never will because I’ve heard its hella mid and I’m mad at it because it took over the Google search! But have FAD be the username by itself would obviously not be possible so I just threw a - in. I put it in between the u and x bc it lowkey made a little u-x face and it’s kinda cutesy tbh!!!

THANK U PETERICK TOXIC ARC FOR MY MOST FAVORITE THING EVER❤️🫶

[kcd2]

hiiii i’d love to hear your thoughts on the hiatus revisionist history if you feel comfortable sharing :^)

ouhhh yeah ofc ill try not make this too long cause its not like groundbreaking nor like complicated yk i honestly just think both when they say they were still friends AND never spoke are both true statements like... 3-ish years IS a long time, especially for two guys who spent. nearly 10 years together almost Constantly yknow? so...

a lot can change and shift in those 3 years. if we look at like... the lead up to the hiatus you can definitely see patrick be a lot more distant with pete (except for a few examples that are like... oh ok you weirdos made up for a week huh) and its obviously from all the tension and just, natural drifting cause of that tension and then the start of the hiatus i really think they did not speak much at all, both because of the grieving of the "loss" of the band and the anger that grieving would fuel, etc. like even if they always thought it was always an hiatus, theyre dramatic, if they dont do it anymore for any length of time its like the end of the fucking world <3 so start of hiatus i feel like, they did not speak and that was when patrick would like... not return calls to pete, or talk to him much, he probably was fully in like... trying to gather together stuff to make his solo projects and we all know patricks just MIA when hes in creating mode, and he was 100% using that to deal with the "loss" of fob, we then get to pete's divorce and i feel like around this time they wouldve reconnected a bit again but maybe after a bit of back and forth (eg the "what do u want" text bit), a good example of them reconnecting in some form would be pete suddenly bringing out his stump club shirt in 2011 like a month after his divorce

i feel like because of his divorce and ofc patrick being around for all of his relationship with ashlee, they would have reconnected in a time that pete wouldve needed comfort and familiarity and it had been over a year since the hiatus started so the initial grief and anger wouldve 100% died down and i feel like this is when pete would have said like. you dont even know my son, etc, like patrck was also at petes place for a good chunk of time in april 2011 which is only shortly after pete brings out that shirt, however, some shit happened after this that we literally have no clue What and they kinda fall out again, maybe not fully like what happened at the start of the hiatus but definitely a falling out again (eg patrick saying in zane lowe "i thought we were [fine] but then you--") and fast forward then to all THAT stuff with SP being redone and redone way more angrily and then we get to death of a pariah and it kinda really makes them reconnect but like... less to do with familiarity (repeating the cycle of how they got into a tension-filled mess that resulted in the hiatus in the first place) and more to do with, lets rebuild, lets do this different, lets go back to our roots and do it to create again, lets go back and relearn what made us best friends in the first place and we can really... really see that, i wont show it but the leaked picture of pete and patrick at patricks wedding in 2012 really shows the like, rebuilt relationship i think, the youthful joy again that just wasnt there on the lead up to the hiatus nor in patricks depression-filled frenzy with SP and then. well. it kinda just never broke after that, amen. so basically. yeah they both WERE still friends/considered the other their friend but also they probably didnt like each other much/didnt want to see the other for at least TWO chunks of time during the hiatus until the Actual Healthy Reconnection circa early 2012-ish where they dont just reconnect in a way they were used to but instead in a way that was to rebuild from the ground up. this part is a little speculation cause im not pete nor patrick but i feel like because patrick normally isnt that explosive and open about his mental health, pariah just kinda forced the both of them to REALLY talk, because, patrick had put it all out there, there was no taking it back, pete now knew how patrick felt and well. as patricks biggest hypeman he couldnt let that go and it just forced patrick to just fucking talk about how he felt for once, which allowed pete to recontextualise shit and also heal from shit which in turn let him help patrick heal a bit, esp with those early songwriting hang outs p2 had, which then in turn made patrick more open to asking how joe felt which allowed joe to feel happy to come back to fob which in turn rebuilt fall out boy. etc. yeah. anyway hi. i love to ramble

[2-shots2-thehead]

- Hey, Young Blood -

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Summary : General bandmate x Young Blood Chronicles headcanons

Pairing : YBC Patrick Stump (FOB) x Bandmate!Gn!Reader (Use of Y/n) (Platonic)

Warnings/ Type : Some angst bc..ofc. it’s young blood chronicles, violence, death, description of wounds

A/N : HE. IS. SO. AJSJSJAIDHS IN THESE MVS but platonic bc how the FUCK would I write romantic for this (tumblr is lacking greatly in YBC content)

- when they were driving around in the truck to get the rest of the band, you were the last one anyone could find, and patrick was panicking

- like everyone else was pretty much in a fifteen minute radius

- but you were just..nowhere to be found

- what if you were kidnapped ? what if you were fatally injured ?

- but eventually they found you lost in the forest, for the most part unscathed (at least, as not as bad as the rest of the guys)

- when you were in the hospital and patrick was possessed, you were the first he went after

- of course, it wasn’t out of anger or hatred- he couldn’t control it. you just happened to be in a dumb hiding place

- but..then joe stepped in, and that’s how he ended up dying

- when patrick eventually snapped out of it, he had a panic attack, and definitely ran to either you or pete first

- he was freaking out because.. who wouldn’t be ?? he just unknowingly killed one of his best friends

- you visited him in jail once but when you came back a day later, he was already gone..?

- after all of the fighting, you were second to last to die (we all know the last scene were they both die- im not ruining that 🙏)

- both you and pete made it to that little desert town and ran for almost an entire day

- when he eventually caught up to you, pete didn’t realize so he didn’t look back or try to help

- by the time he did look behind him, you were already lying on the dust ground with multiple slashes to your chest, and patrick was quickly catching up to him

- when you all reunited in heaven (with elton john god) everyone immediately resolved their issues, but you had a hard time forgiving both patrick and pete, as much as you knew it was neither of their faults

- after some talking, and much happy and sad crying, you forgave both of them (and of course, there was hugs)

- boom happy ending because you guys return to earth to defeat the cult

- everything ends with an epic walk off scene and you’re covered in blood :333

[thekidsarentalright]

Atlas whats the most romantic fob song???

oooo for me it’s a battle between heaven’s gate and the last of the real ones, though they’re kinda one in the same w how they’re both abt this obsessive deeply devoted kind of love and romance… i think they might also be the most intentionally romantic too ofc so feels safe to say they’re the most romantic!!!

slightly less expected answer would be it’s not a side effect. it’s steeped in love and romance to me <3

[k1d1c4rus]

seeing as u said you would fuck all of fob… if u had one night with one member who would it be and from what era (+ what are you guys doing 👁👁 unless that’s too far)

LMAOOOOO well first of all arma pete and I are having snarly growly butch sex...... either that or emo prince pete and i are having a torrid affair he's knocking me up and we're having a shotgun wedding (the one night in question is the conception 🙏). patrick as of eu tourdust (with beard) I am sitting on ur dick. my dom was very surprised to hear this considering my love for baby boy trick but unfortunately twink trick would have no business with me on account of us both being Bottoms (not to hate on bottom4bottom sex but between that and growling long haired beard belly bear patrick.... gggrhrhrhrgrgrrrr). if we wilfully ignore the opioid addiction folie joe and I are tearing it Up. any era andy is choking me on his dick. so.

I realised halfway through writing this that the question was actually asking me to choose ONE member but unfortunately I got carried away.... with that being said I would have to choose Emo Royalty Pete Wentz. I am a simple slut and I just think he's gorjuss. also I think he'd let me peg him.

honorable mention ofc always goes to young dilf bleach buzzcut ab/ap pete. yum

[omegalomania]

every single time without fail theres some kind of nonsensical no-stakes "fall out boy vs my chemical romance" smackdown on tumblr dot hell theres always this little nest of fans who scream and cry and go "we shouldnt pit them against each other we are friends and cousins and holding hands!!!" and it always makes me think of how this wretched webbed site was circa 2015. some of you werent active at the time so ill tell you what that was like.

abap-era fandom was like an absolute bloodbath in the worst possible ways because that's when bandom on tumblr was like still at its peak but thats also when twenty one pilots was getting enormous so we had racists swarming out of the woodwork and a lot of people who didnt want to admit they were racist and all that fun stuff. and i just really really really remember quite vividly the way that pete was building up hype for the boys of zummer tour by saying "you are NOT gonna expect who we go touring with" and ofc everyone started theorizing and going wild and pulling out whatever big name they could think of. blink-182 was one of the big ones but the other really really big one i remember was everyone saying "oh my chemical romance is gonna reform and they're gonna tour with my chem!!!" you know, my chemical romance, the band that was broken up for 2 years at this point, the band that wasn't a band anymore.

anyway they announce the boys of zummer tour with wiz khalifa and naturally, again, the racists come crawling out of whatever anal cavities theyd been sleeping in to be like MUH MUH MUH fob is touring with a rAPPER UGH can i SKIP wiz's set i don't feel SAFE in that CROWD and it was, you know, generally disgusting shit coming out of the fob fandom but on top of that we had inexplicably rly salty my chem fans ALSO piling on the racism because they built up the hype for this magical reformation that wasnt going to happen and had no indication of happening. so imagine if you will, what was roughly the equivalent of if you were trying to clean a shitton of nuclear waste out of your house that was corroding everything and making the entire place Uninhabitable and then out of nowhere your neighbors decided that that they were going to start bailing in more garbage through the window like they were absolutely fucking stone cold determined to make your home the goddamn elephants foot forcing you to deal with THAT in addition to all the other, preexisting garbage you were already struggling to deal with.

so yes, you know, sure. our bands both got big at the same time and the scene didnt fucking like them and all they had was each other at the start. and, sure, our fandoms are cousins or family or whatever because of that. but you know, that doesnt mean i want to deal with the racist cousin coming around every so often actually. maybe i dont want to hang out with the racist cousin. maybe im going to tell the racist cousin to fuck off and stop coming around unless they feel up to cleaning up their act. maybe i dont like the racist cousin, and im tired of making allowances for them.

[jehans-flower-pot]

hi bbg sorry for the french jumpscare my phones in french because its funny but ‼️‼️‼️‼️ im so predictable

.005 again 😎

these are fun to look back because yeah march was smfs lockdown, august was when i listened to no place in heaven, june i looped cancer and dead lmao, may was ofc pretty odd and september was a simply a paramore month.

also look the guys theyre so shaped and theyre talkign to me

LOSER im in love w u

mika number 2 panic on the ranking lets gooo

jesus christ that is. so many minutes of fob

were u like chill in june lots of love deeply concerning tho

Mcr was my only emo trinity top artist deeply sadfor me. top artists were both from the top 2 songs btw and both of their peaks were in january bc they r seasonal depression songs. 3rd is bc i loop the entirety of fun home non stop sometimes and apparently they counted november this year ?? idk november ass musical anyway please listen to it. number four is bc i saw the front bottoms live in september and then fell in love w their bassist and then fell in love w her band and then looped their recent album for all of october (which btw u should check out. idk if ive said it before but need you around is soso us). mcr is there obvi but it peaked in august bc i got back from camp an had missed good music and also had made a friend who got literally every mcr song stuck in my head for the whole month w no way to listen to them.

[abovetherainandroses]

🪲🏜️🌻 for the asks!

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

storm: I always have multiple wips going on and I'm kinda writing a lot of mcr right now (sorry i still feel like i'm cheating on peterick lmfao) BUUUT here is a peterick wip I just added some words to! I can't believe this ask game is making me just put unedited words out there but here ya go

There was a moment when Patrick wondered if time and distance had made strangers of him and Pete. The truth is more complicated. Reading Pete’s lyrics now, it still feels uncomfortably like looking into his soul. It still resonates in a way that he can only explain through music, but it’s like there’s something missing, almost. And then it hits him: whatever these words are about, Patrick wasn’t there for it. And for some reason, that makes him angry at himself.

sprout: hey i actually just started working on a peterick fic! it is, essentially, a place for me to dump my 2ourdust feelings. here's some new words i just wrote:

Just like that, Patrick’s caught in Pete’s pull again. This whole tour has been an exercise in meeting Pete’s whims—it was his idea, after all, for Patrick to have his own little section of the setlist. It was his idea to stop and talk to one another while the piano gets set up, to take a moment to just crack a dumb joke, or talk about the weather, or, sometimes, check in and reassure each other that they’re still here, after everything. Maybe Pete’s been pulling him, bit by bit, to stand in the light together.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

storm: I greatly appreciate all comments, but I admit I extra love comments that go all unhinged capslock scream-y, and also any comments that talk about my writing itself and not just the content of the story (e.g., complimenting my writing style 🥺)

sprout: all comments are wonderful ofc 💗 i'm especially touched when people point out specific lines or moments in the fic, particularly ones that i didn't expect anyone to notice!

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

storm here answering for both of us:

@27-royal-teas - you are always super nice in the tags of sprout's art and my fob fics, and thank you for tagging us in that get-to-know meme before! i know we don't talk like at all, but you're so sweet <3

@starrynyxa - we also don't talk at all but WE BOTH LOVE YOUR ART, it is so cute, puppy pete forever, and it was so nice getting to meet you briefly at 2 shows! <3