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“So wait, let me get this straight, you liked me for ages? And yet you never decided to say anything?” Joe said raising an eyebrow at Patrick who was sitting opposite him with a cheeky grin.

They were sitting in the diner where they had their first date a year ago, and here they are now as seniors in high school. Patrick chuckled and nodded.

“Well why the hell didn’t you say anything?!” Joe asked confused and a little annoyed.

Like seriously, he could’ve saved him a lot of trouble.

Patrick grinned smugly. “It was cute to watch you stutter and blush when you tried to talk to me in science or try to ask me out.” He said leaning over to punch Joes cheek jokingly only to have it batted away.

“Patrick, you’re an asshole.” Joe grumbled flicking his straw wrapping at him.

“I know.” Patrick laughed. “But you love me.”

“Come on, Y/N! It’ll be fun!” “Joe, no. You know how I feel about parties.”Joe sighed and looked at you with wide blue eyes. He was giving you the puppy dog face, he knew it was your only weakness.“Ugh, fine! I’ll come to your party.” Joe immediately brightened up and flashed you a huge smile.“Great! The party starts at 6! Bring the ugliest Christmas sweater you have!” You signed, how does he keep dragging you into these things?

You knocked on the door, tugging at the collar of your sweater. You made sure to find the ugliest one. It was a hideous dark green, with a snowman who’s nose lights up. You wanted to burn it.

Joe opened the door and smiled. “Y/N! You’re here! Nice sweater!” “Thanks. Yours is pretty ugly, too.”Joe grabbed your arm and pulled you into the house. Immediately, you can smell the booze and hear the horrible Christmas music, which is coming from some speakers near Pete and Patrick. Yep, it’s a Christmas party alright.

Pete’s huddled back in his bunk alone, gripping his pillow so hard that his knuckles are turning white. He knows Andy has told him time and time and time again to tell him when Pete’s having anxiety, but he just can’t bring himself to bother Andy with that. His boyfriend has better things to do than deal with another one of his stupid fucking anxiety attacks. Why does Andy even stay with him? He’s no where near as loving and patient and kind as Andy is. 

It feels like the walls are closing in as all the thoughts swirl violently around in Pete’s head. The walls of the bunk start to close in as Pete’s heartbeat speeds up even more, thumping hard against his ribs. His breaths become more and more shallow and rapid as tears begin to prick at his eyes. The world feels hazy and unreal and Pete just wants it all to stop.

“Pete? You back here?” He hears a soft voice call from out in the hall. Pete goes tense, hiding his face under the pillow and those familiar, tattooed hands pull back the curtain to the bunk. The hall light shines in on him, and even though he can’t see Andy, Pete can sure as hell feel his heavy and undoubtedly disappointed gaze resting on him. He curls up even further into a ball, trying to just blink out of existence. 

“Oh my God, Pete, baby, what’s wrong?” Pete feels the mattress dip as Andy climbs into the bunk. He feels a gentle but firm hand tug at the pillow over his face. Slowly, as if trying not to spook him, Andy pulls the pillow away, exposing Pete’s tear streaked face. “You know you can tell me anything. What’s wrong, baby?”

Pete feels his throat locking up as he tries to force the words out. All that spills from his mouth is a jumble of words, trying to show Andy how he’s too good for Pete, trying to show Andy that he should run while he still can, trying to show Andy that he’s fucking worthless.

Andy just listens and takes it all in. As Pete lets out his anxiety fueled ramble, Andy gently repositions his boyfriend so that Pete’s head is resting against his chest, their two bodies entertwined in the bunk. Andy still has enough sense to pull the bunk curtain shut, not wanting Joe and Patrick to stumble in upon this personal moment. Andy then focuses all his attention back on Pete, whose words have slowed, but the anxiety attack hasn’t. His breaths are still fast and shallow, his body pratically shaking in Andy’s grip.

When it seems the words have stopped, Andy seizes the moment and goes into damage control mode. He shushes his boyfriend as he begins to cry again, gently petting Pete’s hair and cooing soothing noises at him. After a few minutes, most of the shaking has stopped and Pete’s breaths have slowed a bit.

“Why didn’t you come get me when you felt an attack coming on?” Andy asks quietly, placing a reassuring hand on Pete’s back and rubbing softly.

“Didn’t want to bother you with my stupid anxiety.” Pete mumbles into his chest. He finally lifts his head and meets Andy’s eyes.

“Nothing you do could ever bother me.” Andy says as we wipes a bit of smeared makeup off of Pete’s face. Blessedly, Pete cracks a small smile.

“Even when I’m doing stupid shit with Dirty?”

“Alright, that might bother me a little bit,” Andy concedes, “but that’s only because you’re gonna really hurt yourself one of these times.”

Pete presses his face back into Andy’s chest, wrapping his arms tight around his boyfriend’s torso.  He literally couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

“So next time, please come get me when you feel an attack coming?” Andy asks after a couple quiet minutes of cuddling. Pete nods against his chest.

“Good. I love you, Panda.”

You didn’t even notice Joe had gotten home until he plopped down onto your legs. He leans over to wipe your tears and places a soft kiss on your forehead. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“Nothing I’m fine.”

“That’s like saying that I’m actually a decent cook. You and I both know it’s not true. Hell, I even burn water.”

You both crack up since it happened just yesterday. He seriously burnt the pot while trying to make spaghetti. From then on you vowed to never let him use the stove again.

Once you both stopped dying of laughter, he asks again “Seriously Y/N what’s wrong?”

In response you hit play on the remote. The tv starts blasting the instrumentals from the Titanic, Joe’s least favorite movies.

I have gotten a few submissions for this blog and they were so good I found it hard to choose. But after much thought I figured it could be a good idea to have a couple writers for this blog; to ensure that it stays up to date and we can work through prompts more quickly. Once again I apologise for the lack of content on here for the past couple months. But based on their submissions and after talking to them for a bit, I have chosen 3 new co-writers for this blog :)

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hurleysxe

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I hope you guys are happy with my choice and I hope you enjoy their writing as much as I have with their submissions.

(Now for you three, I’m hoping of starting up a Kik group chat in order to get to know each other first for a little bit? Message me for more information :D )

Thanks for still sticking with me (now us)

Since Zoe has now left the blog in my hands, I am looking for a new co-writer to help me out with this blog now. If you are interested, you can contact me in my personal account

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and submit a piece of writing to me based on one of the fob ships if you wish :)

Also I hope you're comfortable with writing NSFW, a majority of the prompts in the ask box are NSFW and I'm not quite comfortable with writing that XD

So, after some careful consideration, I’ve decided that I (Zoe) will be leaving the blog since I’m not very active in the Fall Out Boy fandom anymore. 

BUT before I go, I just want to say thank you to all of you guys for making this a really fun and great experience for me. Writing for this blog was fun, challenging, and made me expand and sometimes jump out of my comfort zone as a writer. I’ve written really great things and made fantastic friends because of this blog.

Now I’m passing the torch off to Holly to continue upholding the good name of chicagosoftcore brand Fall Out Boy fanfiction~ 

“Hey (Y/N) were back!” Andy called out as Joe and himself walked into their house. “We went shopping!”

“Jesus fucking Christ why is it so cold in here?!” Joe exclaimed.

You were up in your bed, a millions blankets cocooning you and a hot water bottle clutching to you stomach. You stayed quite, too cold to speak and simply listened as they moved around the kitchen before walking upstairs.

Joe laughed immediately when he saw you because all that could be see was your face from your blankety cocoon but Andy smiled at you fondly.

“Heater broke…” You grumbled.

“How about a better hot water bottle than that?” Joe grinned.

“Please!” You smiled and helped move to the blankets around for the bed so the guys could slip in.

You sighed happily as Andy wrapped an arm around your shoulders so you could snuggle closer to him while Joe wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your stomach, humming happily.

You giggled and kissed Andy gently while Joe gently ran his hand up and down your hip comfortingly.

“I love you guys…” Joe mumbled happily.

“You have to fight him Benzedrine! Remember who you are!” (Y/N) exclaimed while Benzedrine clutched his head while kneeling on the ground.

He screamed in agony as the horrifying laughter filled the air, (Y/N)’s eyes widening in fear at the terrible sight in front of you. You didn’t know how to help him. You could only watch and shout for Benzedrine to hold on.

“I don’t know!” Benzedrine howled out in pain, tears now running down his cheeks, smudging his makeup.

“You’re name is Patrick Stump!” You shouted.

“They’re lying….” The doctor hissed

“No I’m not! You’re name is Patrick Stump, you have three best friends called Pete, Andy and Joe, you all play in a band! You sing! I’m you’re partner! Remember Patrick!” You shouted as the doctor took control and wrapped his hand around your throat.

You watched in fear as Benzedrines eyes shone gold and he grinned evilly at you.

“Please…” You managed to utter as it suddenly became harder to breathe. “Patrick I love you…”

You watched as the gold suddenly left Benzedrines eyes and they widened in horror and he let go of your throat and staggered backwards and fell to the ground as his shoulders shook.

“Benzedrine?” You asked as you slid back down the wall and watched him warily.

He wiped his face so a majority of his make up was gone and he smiled at her weakly.

“I’m not Benzedrine…” He whispered and you felt your heart stop for a moment in fear that the Doctor was still there. “My names Patrick Martin Stump…”

You grinned and cradled forward and wrapped your arms around him as did he, both you crying in relief.

“My name is Patrick Stump and I love you.” He grinned.

You nodded happily and cupped his face and kissed him. “We can leave no Patrick! We can find the others!”

“You fucking killed Pancho?!” Bad Twin exclaimed.

Bedussey glared at his twin. “Of course I didn’t! He jumped into the sea! Tide got him!”

Bad Twin laughed. “Yeah right… You’ve always had it out for him since he didn’t pay up that one time!”

“I didn’t fucking kill him!” Bedussey snarled. “I don’t even know for sure if he is dead!”

Bad Twin scoffed. “Get the fuck out of here…”

Bedussey glared at his brother but left with out without another word. Another shit had happened today… He’d be back though.

Andy sat on his couch nervously, waiting for Matt. This was it. He was finally going to tell him. He could do this!

No he couldn’t. He couldn’t do this, oh god. Can he cancel?

Andy’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard the doorbell ring and he gulped, wiping his sweaty palms onto his trousers before he walked over to answer the door.

Standing there, tall and happy was Matt. Smart, brilliant Matt. Matt grinned at him before walking in.

“Hey dude, what’s up?” Matt asked sitting down and smiling at Andy. “You had something you needed to tell me?”

“Uh, yeah… I did, yeah.” Andy said nervously before he sighed and immediately spat it out. “I’m gay.”

“Really?!” Matt said in surprise but then grinned happily. “That’s great dude! I’m proud of you!”

Andy immediately relaxed and looked up at him in surprise. “Really? You’re okay with it?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Matt frowned.

“It’s just… I always figured that you’d find it weird or something… I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell anyone for the last three years…” Andy mumbled.

“Three years?! Andy you could’ve told me…” Matt said.

“Yeah, I know… I’m sorry…” Andy said and gave him a small smile.

Matt grinned but then suddenly looked nervous himself. “Well I guess if were putting everything out on the table now I might as well come out with it to.”

Before Andy could say anything, Matt was suddenly pressing his lips against Andy’s, the shorter mans eyes widening quickly. Not even a second later, Matt broke away and took a step back looking embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head.

“You…” Andy tried to find his words. “You could’ve just told me, fucking hell Matt.” Andy laughed breathlessly.

Matt grinned sheepishly. “When have I ever been one to be subtle?”

“C'mere you idiot…” Andy murmured happily as Matt cupped his face again and kissed him gently once again.

It may be a slow process as I get back into the process of writing again but hopefully you guys will still appreciate it and stuck around.

Thanks :)

Everyone on the face of the planet can tell that you have a crush on Patrick. And, even though it took a while, Patrick realized it eventually as well. And Patrick has a huge crush on you, too, but with the way that you act around him, he decides to take it a little further because he loves to see you blush and squirm. 

It starts out with small touches and murmurs in your ear, and quickly escalates to Patrick’s hand resting on your hips during other bands’ sets and running a hand up the inside of your thigh when you’re wearing a skirt. 

It all comes to fruition, though, when you’ve finally had enough and grab Patrick his shirt collar and kiss him hard while you’re alone in an elevator with him. 

“Holy shit,” Patrick says, a dazed, goofy smile spreading on his face. 

The trek to his hotel room is a haze of hot kisses and giggles as Patrick attempts to use the keycard while your run your hands underneath his untucked shirt. 

Your clothes come off pretty quickly as months of built up tension come to a head. And then Patrick’s between your legs, his mouth on you as you moan and grip the pillow under your head. 

“Patrick, please, come on,” you whine, and Patrick takes his cue, fumbles with the condom that you threw at him earlier, and sinks inside of you easily. You can’t help but huff a laugh at the cute, stupid look on his face. 

And it’s so good, and Patrick’s mouth is on your neck, sucking marks into your skin. It eventually becomes too much, and that familiar heat builds inside your abdomen, until your moaning and crying out Patrick’s name while he shudders and comes inside of you. 

Afterwards, Patrick lies next to you and you cuddle up to him and sigh happily.