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stumped-on-bennington · 24 days

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Chasing Buses

Summary: You go to work expecting it to be just like any other day, little do you know that this job will chance the course of your life forever.

Pairing: Patrick Stump x Reader

Author's note: I haven't written fanfiction in like 5 years so im out of practice when it comes to this lol. regardless i hope you enjoy it! and feel free to leave some constructive criticism so that i can hopefully improve!

Another day of work. That was all today was supposed to be. Your job wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad either. You worked for a tour bus company. Your job was to ride along with the band and bus driver throughout the tour and to help keep the bus stocked with drinks, food, and whatever else the band requested. Basically, you were a glorified gofer.

You’ve toured with tons of bands before. Some were super easy and nice and some treated you like garbage. Even the bands who didn’t even acknowledge you were better than the latter, and it was always the bands that would put so much effort into how they appeared to fans. You didn’t have a very wide range in terms of music taste, so when those types of bands would be on your bus and would find out that you didn’t listen to their music, that's when they would start looking down on you.

You headed to the pick up spot with your luggage for the tour. Turns out you would be in charge of two buses this time. From what your boss told you, this band had 4 members and they would be riding 2 and 2 in each bus, so you would need to take inventory at each venue so you could figure out what you needed to pick up for each bus. As you approached, you noticed that it looked like only 2 of the members were there. They were both relatively short men, probably just about the same height as you, if not just an inch or two taller. One was slightly chubby, with his ginger hair peeking out from under a slightly crooked trucker hat. The other was more lean with shoulder length hair and a labret piercing. They were just standing outside the buses, looking around and texting on their phones, looking a little frantic. It was already 11:45 and they needed to get out of there by 12 in order to make it to the first venue on time.

“Hey, uh.. You guys in the band?” You say, walking up to the two.

“Oh, yeah, I'm Patrick and this is Andy.” said the ginger man as he motioned towards the other, “We’re just waiting on two others, they should be here pretty soon.”

You nodded your head and headed towards one of the buses to put your stuff away. After picking one of the bunks and throwing your bags in it, you walked back out the bus to hear a car screeching as it pulled up. Two more men hopped out, one with the really curly hair instantly went to the trunk to grab their bags while the other man, the one with dark emo hair, got out and shouted back into the car, “Thanks mom! I’ll make sure to call you!” The Woman in the car waved at all the boys before pulling off. Patrick waved and yelled “Bye, Ms. Wentz!” as she drove away.

"Great,” you thought, “now that the others are here we can start getting on the road and get a head start in travel.” Before you can get a chance to introduce yourself to the other two, they are pushing each other, yelling, and running onto one of the buses; coincidentally, the bus that you had already put your stuff down in. “Great.” you think. You momentarily think about getting your bag and moving it into the other bus with the two more tame men, but before you can even fully consider the idea the leading driver steps out and tells you all that it is time to leave. Hesitantly you get on the bus where the two lunatics are.

Stepping on the bus you find that the two have already started to make themselves at home. They already have their bags open and strewn about the sitting area and one of them is already smoking a bowl. You Sigh at the mess that is already in front of you and the thought of what is to come.

Just then the emo looking one approaches you. “So, uh… who are you?” he asks.

“I’m Y/N. I work for the bus company.” You say.

“Shit, we got a babysitter??” The curly haired one says, after talking a rip off his pipe.

“I'm just a gofer. Whatever you guys need on the bus, I’ll get it.” You tell them.

“Oh, sweet! So like anything? You can get us ANYTHING?” the emo one asks.

“Anything that is legal, yes.” You inform him.

He shrugs at your response and takes a seat next to the other man, plopping down on the sofa. “So, Y/N. Tell me, is this a dream come true for you?” He asks.

“What?” You ask, a little taken aback by the odd question.

“You know. You look to be in your 20s, you dress pretty alt,” He motions to your black tee shirt with white long sleeve under and your baggy jeans. “So you have to be into Fall Out Boy. You must be pretty stoked to be touring along with THE Pete Wentz,” He points to himself, “and Joe Trohman.” he points to the other man.

You laugh at the assumption, gaining a raised eyebrow from Pete. “What? What's so funny?” He asks.

You compose yourself before speaking, “I have no idea who you guys are, dude! I don’t have time to listen to music because of the restraints of my job. The only thing I get to listen to is whatever the driver listens to on the road, which usually happens to be Aerosmith.” You say, nodding a head towards the driver’s seat. Pete and Joe look at you for a second, then each other, then once again back at you.

“Sweet!” They both say in unison. “It’ll be great to have someone our age to hang around that doesn’t care who we are. It’s impossible to talk to anyone who isn’t in the band without them freaking out and having a moment.” Pete says. You laugh at the excitement the two express at the thought of making a new friend.

After getting settled in a little bit, Pete and Joe tell you more about themselves and the other members of the band. You learn that Pete and Andy are both 26 and Joe and Patrick are both 21, they're from a city just outside of Chicago, and that Patrick is single and that you are “totally his type” as Pete puts it. You roll your eyes at this comment. You're used to getting hit on in your line of work, it comes with the territory of spending months on buses full of men. You choose not to mix work and relationships, knowing that it just gets messy and leads to people getting hurt, plus the last thing you need is your boss to find out your helping the clients out in that way.

Before you know it you're already pulling up to the venue bus parking. You take a quick inventory of both the buses and make a list of anything that needs to be restocked. While the crew are getting the stage set up, you get in the rental car that your company sets to be delivered at each venue for you specifically to do your job. You make the run to the store, making sure to get enough water, snacks, and other meal items for both the buses. You make sure to follow the special requests that were left for you, like making sure to get a selection of vegan options for Andy, and even pick up a few extra things for yourself, like your favorite candies. Once you’re all done with your shopping, you get loaded into the car and drive back to the venue. It’s still a little early so the parking lot isn't too bad, but there are a few really dedicated fans who are already lining up at the front door. You pull around to the restricted back and flash your badge at the security, who lets you drive right through.

When you pull up to the buses you see that the band members are standing right outside, playing around with some toy that Pete had brought with him. As you step out and walk around to the trunk of the car, Patrick instantly perks up and rushes over, “Hey, let me help you!” He says, Grabbing a few of the bags from the trunk and bringing them towards the buses.

“One second!” you say to Patrick before he enters either of the buses. You walk over and double check the bags that he is carrying. “Okay, these ones go on Pete and Joe’s bus. The rest should go for you and Andy, and then we can put a case of water on each bus.” Patrick nods at these instructions and carries the bags onto the appropriate bus while you bring yours to the other. You get everything put away and then head back out to get the case of water for the bus. As you walk out you see Patrick coughing a bit as he steps off the other bus, he quickly walks over to you.

“You’re ok with them smoking on the bus?” He asks you.

“They paid extra to be able to, so I can’t really object to it.” You tell him, shrugging your shoulders. Patrick looks at you with a frown on his face.

“Besides, I was planning on moving over to your bus before we take off from the venue tonight. Something tells me that no matter how well I hide some of my snacks, Pete is going to end up finding them.” You say, earning a chuck from Patrick. “Yeah,” he says, “Pete has a nose like a doberman, you can't keep anything from him.”

By the time you get the groceries all put away the guys are already off to the sound check. You use the down time to move your things from your original bus to Patrick’s bus, and then make your way backstage to watch some of the show. You pick a spot just off the side of the stage where you won’t be in the way. The concert starts and you learn real quick why Pete was surprised you didn’t know who they were. They freaking rock! Every song is something amazing and Patrick’s voice, oh man can he sing! You were truly taken aback by their music.

As they played, you must have had a look of amazement, because when Patrick looked over at you he had the biggest smile on his face. Pete, noticing the beaming smile that Patrick had and looked in the direction he kept glancing at. It was like Pete could smell the electric bond that you two were sharing in the moment and knew what he had to do.

When the show ended you were grinning ear to ear as Patrick walked up to you.

“So I take it that you liked the show?” he asked.

“You guys are really something! When I first saw you I had no idea you had such a beautiful singing voice!” you say.

Patrick blushes slightly at the comment, “T-thanks, I'm really happy that you enjoyed it.” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. As you walk with Patrick back to the buses, you hear what sounds like a raging bull running towards you from behind. As you both look back you see Pete and Joe carrying a yelling and kicking Andy, running with him towards the buses. Before either you or Patrick have time to question what they were doing, Pete and Joe carry Andy onto their bus and slam the door. Before you know it, the bus starts taking off. Confused, both you and Patrick rush to get on the other bus in order to follow after them.

“What was that about?” you ask Patrick.

“I have no idea, but knowing Pete and Joe, it's probably not going to end well.” He says, sitting next to you on the sofa in the shared space. Just then you feel your phone go off. It’s a text from Pete, “when the hell did he put his number in my phone?” You say as you open the text.

Pete: enjoy the free time w/ trick xoxo ;)

You sigh at the text, knowing now that Pete is absolutely crazy.

Just then Patrick also gets a text.

Pete: make some moves and make them count. andy is pissed and i dont want it to be for nothin >:)

Patrick blushes at the text. Realizing how his friends were trying to set him up.

You both sit there awkwardly for a minute, unsure of what to say.

Patrick clears his throat, “so, uh, Y/N… What are you into? Like do you have any hobbies or favorite movies?”

You shift in your seat slightly, still feeling the awkward tension. “Well, I play bass and draw a bit, but I don’t usually have a whole lot of time to enjoy those things, being on the road most of the time makes it hard to get a break where I can practice.” You say, rubbing the back of your neck. “As for favorite movies, I mostly like stuff from the 80s, so The Goonies, Top Gun, Indiana Jones and The Breakfast Club. but my all time favorite movie is Ghostbusters.”

Patrick instantly sat up with excitement, “Really? Ghostbusters is my favorite too! I basically have all the words memorized. What's your favorite line?”

“Yes it's true,” you begin to say. Patrick knows exactly what line you're referring to and joins in, saying it in unison with you. “This man has no dick!” You both laugh with excitement over your shared interest. Talking more and finding out you have a lot in common.

Soon the buses pull up to a gas station to refuel, allowing everyone to get down for snacks and to stretch their legs. You and Patrick happily hop off the bus, still chatting and laughing.

Pete, Joe, and Andy also get off their bus and begin walking towards you too. Andy looks defeated, tired, and his face and hair are covered in dead bugs.

“Andy, what happened to you??” Patricks asks.

“Their whole bus smells like weed. I couldn't handle it.” Andy said with an exhausted tone.

“Dude spent the entire ride with his head out the window. I know he's straight edge, but we didn’t even smoke at all while he was with us.” Pete says, budding in.

You and Patrick help to get Andy back onto your bus so he can clean his face and rest,

“Oh hey, I actually brought my copy of Ghostbusters with me! We can pop it in the DVD player on the bus and watch it together!.. I-if you want.” Patrick says, stuttering a little bit at the end, realizing how what he just asked sounds like a bit of a date.

“Oh hell, yea!” you say, “Wait, I have the perfect snacks for us to share!” You say, retrieving your secret stash. You open the bag, revealing the assortment of black liquorice, hi-chews, and butterscotch drops. Patrick’s heart skips a beat seeing all his favorite candies. You set up the sofa with pillows and blankets and make it super cozy as Patrick gets the TV set up. You both watch the movie, laughing and reciting every line, word for word together. By the end of the end of the movie you’ve both fallen asleep, cuddled into each other and holding on as if your lives depended on it.

From that night forward, you and Patrick were inseparable.

Bonus!:

Andy: guys let me back on your bus please

Pete: why? i thought you didnt like our bus?

Andy: they put on ghostbusters and it's unbearable. i feel like i'm listening to it in stereo

Andy: *Image attachment*

Andy: they fell asleep finally, but i already know theyre going to be doing this every night. trade me buses plz

Pete: aww look at them, so cute

Andy: pete plz

Pete: sux 2 sux. Xoxo <3

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stump-o-matically · 9 months

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first post on ao3!

hey folks! i posted my first fanfic on ao3, it's a pete wentz x gender neutral reader fluff where he takes you to build a bear for the first time. you can find it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50162302

enjoy!

#fall out boy #patrick stump #pete wentz #joe trohman #andy hurley #fob #fanfic #pete wentz x reader #pete wentz x gender neutral reader #fob fanfic #fob x reader

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years

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Christmas/Winter Alphabet - E is for Evening Dance

Pairing: Andy Hurley x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~250 Author’s Note: Finally, a proper drabble! Also you better be listening to Jimmy Eat World’s cover of Last Christmas while listening. Here, have a link, I insist. (Me, pushing my pro-Jimmy Eat World agenda on my fanfic blog now too? Sounds fake)

You yawned as you put the bow on the package you’d just finished wrapping. Glancing up at the clock, you noticed it was nearly 1 AM. You’d intended on getting to the post office early the next morning to get all the gifts shipped out to your family across the country, but the thought of getting up early sounded miserable now.

Hearing you footsteps coming into the dining room you glanced up, turning down the Christmas music playing from your phone. “Hey, did I wake you?” You asked when your fiancé Andy walked in.

“Sorta, but only because you aren’t in bed,” he said forlornly.

“I’m almost done,” you said stifling another yawn. As the song that was playing ended, Jimmy Eat World’s cover of Last Christmas started playing. “Oh I love this version,” you smiled, turning up the music.

“Come ‘ere,” Andy said, pulling you out of your chair. You both started dancing to the music, not caring how absolutely ridiculous you looked bouncing around.

“Now I found a real love now, you’ll never fool me again,” you sang as Andy laughed and pulled you close.

“I love you,” he smiled, before kissing you, his beard scratching lightly against your face. You hummed happily in response, before another yawn escaped you involuntarily. “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’ll go with you to the post office tomorrow,” Andy offered.

“I’d appreciate it,” you nodded as you turned off the music and flipped off the lights, as you headed to bed.

#andy hurley x reader #andy hurley fan fic #andy hurley fanfic #andy hurley fan fiction #fall out boy fan fiction #fall out boy fanfic

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thepatricktreestump · 7 years

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So Close: Andy Hurley fanfiction

Y/N: Sorry for all the smut lately, like I said, I’ve got a heck ton of smut requests in the box!!! Just going in order and trying my best to crank them out for y’all! Also I’m sorry this took such a long time. I love you guys! xoxo

Anonymous said: Could you please write an Andy Hurley smut where he's feeling extremely insecure because no matter what he does because he can't get the reader to cum. So he goes out of his way to show the reader how good he really is ;), but some real fluffiness at the end with cuddles. Female reader please. Thank you! I love your blog.

*female reader smut

Cup of coffee on the table, dressed in comfy clothes, scrolling through the social media on your phone, your thoughts lingered elsewhere. It was a Friday morning, you had a day off work, and you planned on spending it lounging around the apartment, listening to some music from one of your favorite chill playlists, hopefully just relaxing and unwinding for the weekend. Your boyfriend Andy was out at the gym for the morning which meant you were left alone, enjoying a nice warm shower alone, making homemade coffee just the way you liked it, however unable to concentrate. Last night was the first night you and your boyfriend had sex together, and although it was amazing, it wasn’t quite the way you had both expected. After almost an hour of teasing and kisses and fingering and eating you out and then fucking you, he couldn’t get you to cum. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to. Hell, you were trying so hard, but for some reason you couldn’t. And the two of you, although pushing the fact aside and deciding to make out before falling asleep in each other’s arms, couldn’t quite seem to figure out who was to be held responsible. It wasn’t horrible, you loved every second of it, but you could tell he was somewhat disappointed, unsure whether it was in himself or you.

He opened up the door, probably home from his daily work out, and jolted you awake from your thoughts. “Hey babe,” you plastered on a smile. “How’d it go?”

“Great,” he grinned, walking over to you and giving you a hug.

“Ew you’re all gross and sweaty,” you joked.

“I can make you all gross and sweaty too,” he smirked. “If you’d like that.”

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Definitely,” he chuckled. “Come here, baby.”

“If you say so,” you grin, kissing him on the lips, watching as he dropped his sports bag on the floor to wrap his arms around your waist. His tongue slipped into your mouth, your hands sliding down his chest, subconsciously tracing the outline of his tattoos. His fingers crawled underneath your t-shirt, moving higher and higher, breaking the kiss to tug it up off your head before reconnecting your lips, his hands gravitating towards your breasts, slipping his hands under your bra and massaging them softly.

“Andy,” you moaned his name and he squeezed harder, his thumbs brushing across your nipples as your hands trailed down to the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down his legs and grazing your fingers over his crotch. He was growing hard already. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer to you, pressing his body against yours, and he tossed off your bra, pressing his hands against your back and sliding his tongue against yours. You tugged down his underwear and he slid off your panties and sweats in one swift motion, making you gasp. Noticing you were both naked now, he smirked, pulling away from the kiss and his lips curling into a smile.

“Are you hot and sweaty now?” he chuckled. “Come on, I think we could both use a shower.”

“More,” you begged, pulling his head back closer to yours for a kiss. “I want more.”

“I have to go to the studio soon baby,” he shook his head but you stared up at him with pleading eyes. “Well I guess we have some time, I mean…” You bit your lower lip and softened your expression, knowing he was going to give in right away. “You know what? Fuck it.” He kissed you again, this time with twice as much ferocity, picking you up and setting you on the couch underneath him, his erection brushing up against your stomach, only turning both of you on even more.

“Let me on top,” you whispered, and he nodded slowly, flipping over so you were laying on top of him, trailing kisses from his chest down lower until you placed your lips at his cock, licking from down to up, positioning your hands at his hips as you took him into your mouth, watching him start to shake underneath you as your tongue circled around his head.

“Dammit baby,” he groaned, slowly grabbing fistfuls of your hair and sinking deeper into your mouth, your tongue sliding up and down his shaft. “You’re so good.” You bobbed your head several times before pulling away, licking your lips and crawling back on top of him, taken by surprise when he started to flip you over again so you were on the bottom.

“Shit,” you mumbled, his mouth on your neck as he reached two fingers down to brush past your folds, sliding past your wetness and fingering you for a moment before drawing them out and sucking on them, closing his eyes.

“You’re so sweet and tight, baby,” he sighed. “And so fucking wet. I’d love to get inside you right now.”

“Then do it,” you urged. “I want to feel you.”

“You sure?” he raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want me to finger you nice and slow first?”

“I want you to fuck me,” you begged. “I need you inside me.”

“Say no more,” he smirked, pushing into you and watching as a moan escaped your mouth. “You like that, huh?”

“I fucking love it,” you responded, pulling him even deeper before he began to thrust into you at a slow pace, sighs and moans spilling from your mouth. “Oh fuck, Andy.”

“Come on baby,” he urged, starting to go quicker. “You going to cum for me?”

You nodded your head, trying to catch your breath as he thrust into you, and you tried to cum, you were close, but you couldn’t seem to do it. “Fuck,” you bit down on your lower lip, rolling your hips up to meet his every time, but still not able to quite get there.

“I’m almost there,” he panted out, still sliding in and out of you. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“I’m trying,” you barely whispered, cheeks reddening as he quickened his pace and came, making you gasp, but still unable to orgasm. After a couple more minutes of fucking you, he finally gave up, pulling out and closing his eyes. You swallowed uncomfortably as he wrapped you in his arms. You laid there in silence for a couple moments before Andy took a deep breath.

“Am I doing something wrong?” he murmured.

“What?” you softened your eyes. “No, no, baby, you’re not doing anything wrong.”

“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “I just want to make you feel good.”

“You do,” you insisted, looking up at him. “I love you. I love everything about you, especially the sex. Okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. “I just want to get you to orgasm.”

“It’s fine,” you reassured. “We’ll get there, it just takes time.”

“Okay,” he gave a defeated sigh. “Um, I think I’m going to go take a shower.”

“You want me to join?” you suggested, but he shook his head.

“I have to be at the studio in ten minutes,” he argued, unwrapping his arms from around you and getting up off the couch, scooping up his clothes and handing you yours. “It’s fine, it’s got to be quick.”

“Oh, okay,” you replied, staring at him for a moment before sliding on your underwear. “Uh, have fun.” When Andy left for the studio, you sat home and tried to think it over. What were you doing wrong? It wasn’t like you hadn’t been able to cum before. You closed your eyes, embarrassed at your failure, and let out a low sigh. Maybe you were right, it just took time.

And while it did take time, you had no idea how much time it would take. It seemed like no matter what happened, you couldn’t cum to save your life when having sex with Andy. He tried eating you out after coming home from the studio, fucking you again later that night, and even the next night, and then fingering you before a show… No matter what he did, it seemed like nothing worked. While you blamed yourself, he blamed himself. You tried your hardest and he was giving you plenty of chances, but you just couldn’t, and you didn’t know why. You even went as far as Googling ways to help you orgasm, and Andy even suggested maybe buying a vibrator or something, but you decided against it. You kept saying it just took time, that you’d get there eventually, but you started to doubt yourself. Maybe you just didn’t have the chemistry you thought you did with Andy. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy the sex you had with him, you fucking loved it. You just didn’t know how to finish. And you hated it. It made you embarrassed and guilty, and Andy couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault, no matter how many times you reassured him it wasn’t.

It was couple days later, a large handful of failed attempts come and go, when you were kissing Andy in bed. His shirt was off and so was yours, and you were ready, you had a feeling like this would be the time, that for sure you’d be able to orgasm, but as soon as his lips trailed down your neck, he pulled back, closing his eyes tight and then exhaling slowly, climbing up off of you. “D-did I do something wrong?” you stammered. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I just, um, I don’t know.”

“Andy-” you tried to grab his arm but he shrugged it off, sitting on his side of the bed and burying his face in his arms. “Baby, it’s not your fault. Come on, please. Let’s try again.”

“I don’t know,” he whispered.

“Is it me?” you dared to ask but he instantly shook his head.

“No, it’s not you,” he reassured. “It’s me.”

“That’s not true,” you argued but he just sighed. There were several moments of silence before he slid back underneath the blankets. You tried slipping your arms around his waist but he shook his head and you recoiled your hands, frowning at the way he didn’t want you to touch him. So you slept on your two separate sides of the bed, both of you guilt ridden and confused and exhausted, unable to sleep but not wanting to disturb the uncomfortable silence either, afraid you’d fuck things up even more than they already were.

The next morning you noticed Andy softly snoring beside you, and you decided to wrap your arms around him, kissing his back softly. “Good morning,” he chuckled, turning over and kissing you on the lips. “Look, I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“It’s fine,” you answered. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I um, I’m going to go get some breakfast with Pete,” he explained. “I’ll be back in a couple hours. That okay?”

“Yeah, no problem,” you gave a light smile. “I’ll just take a shower and fix up a bowl of cereal. Maybe we can watch Game of Thrones when you come home. I know it’s your favorite.”

“That sounds great,” he nodded. “Don’t start without me.”

“I won’t,” you rolled your eyes, giving him a kiss on the cheek before he rolled out of bed and you closed your eyes, going back to sleep. When you woke up, it was to your phone going off. You yawned, lazily sitting up in bed and grabbing your phone, reading Andy’s name on the screen before picking up. “Hello?” There was nothing. “Hey.” A muffle of voices.

“Yeah, but I don’t know if that would work,” Andy’s distant voice was talking. He probably butt-dialed you. It happened occasionally, usually when his phone was in his pocket and he forgot to turn it off or something.

“Hey Andy,” you laughed, in an attempt to see whether or not he was just stalling. The muffle of voices continued and you shook your head, about to hang up, when something caught your ear.

“Maybe you just don’t fuck her good enough,” a voice suggested. You froze. Did you hear that right?

“Come on Pete,” Andy scoffed. “You know I do.” You swallowed uncomfortably before moving the phone closer to your ear.

“Yeah but I don’t know,” you could practically envision Pete shrugging before taking a sip of his coffee. “What if you’re doing something she doesn’t like?”

“Well I’m sure y/n would tell me,” he replied. “Uh, right?”

They were talking about you. Did Andy set this up? Is that why he and Pete were having breakfast this morning? So they could talk about his sex life? You groaned, almost wishing to hang up the phone, somewhat disappointed that Andy would even stoop down to this level. Then again, you’d probably do the exact same thing in his situation. Pete was practically a sex expert at this point, seeing how many girls he’s gone through in the past couple of months, and you did have to admit, something went wrong along the lines of your relationship with Andy. Maybe Pete had some good advice. You didn’t really know what to think. You reeled yourself back into the situation, deciding to listen in for a little while before hanging up. “Maybe you should try dirty talk,” Pete decided.

“We already do that,” Andy sighed.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t,” Pete chuckled.

“Well we communicate and stuff,” Andy argued. “Sexually.”

“Have you ever called her a slut?” Pete inquired.

“What? No!” Andy instantly retorted. “I would never!”

“I don’t know, some girls like it,” Pete insisted. “They think it’s hot.”

“But she’s not a slut,” Andy protested. You blushed at the thought of him even contemplating the idea. Andy was always so sweet and kind despite his intimidating physical appearance. But perhaps Pete was right. Andy was being too nice and slow in the bedroom, taking too much care, being a little over cautious. Maybe if he just let a little loose, got sort of rough, forgot about the whole gentle thing… I mean, you couldn’t even recall a time that Andy left a hickey on you or scratch marks.

“I know,” Pete groaned. “It’s just a thing I guess.”

You closed your eyes tight, almost unable to keep listening to them go back and forth. “Hey what time is it?” you heard Andy wonder, and you inhaled a sharp breath, knowing he was most likely taking his phone out of his pocket. “Oh shit.”

“Oh shit what?” Pete asked.

“I think I accidentally called y/n,” Andy hissed.

“What do you mean?” Pete laughed. “You fucking butt-dialed her?”

“I think so,” Andy gulped.

“Well put it to your ear! See if she’s listening!” Pete urged. Your heart raced just thinking of what was about to happen. “Uh, hello? Y/n?” You stayed silent. “You there?” No response. “Huh.” He hung up and you exhaled, a huge weight taken off your chest. Maybe he thought it was just a glitch or something. You decided to play it off if he ever asked.

You decided to clear your head, making yourself a bowl of cereal, watching the morning news, taking a warm shower, and then putting on some music, laying down on the couch and scrolling through some old photos on your phone. They were mostly just silly little selfies you took when you were bored, a couple adorable ones of Andy when he wasn’t looking, priceless snapshots of some dinner dates and vacations you had gone on with him, as well as the handful of pictures you managed to get when you went to his shows. That’s when the door swung open and you looked back, shutting off you phone. “Hey there,” you smiled. “How’d breakfast go with Pete?”

“Uh, it was okay,” he nodded nervously.

“Something bothering you?” you inquired, noticing he way his eyes shifted uncomfortably away from yours.

“Nothing,” he reassured.

“You want to watch some Game of Thrones?” you raised an eyebrow, hoping to help relieve the tension in the air.

“Yeah,” he nodded eagerly, relaxing his shoulders and putting a smile on his face. “That sounds great.”

Both of you ended up cuddling on the couch underneath a blanket, binge watching an entire season all day, only getting up to eat ice cream and sandwiches from the kitchen or to go use the bathroom. Occasionally you’d give each other a light kiss on the cheek or lips, or he’d tickle your side teasingly, or even play with your hair as both of your eyes were fixed on the screen. You were starting the next season when Andy’s lips found your neck, and you pretended not to notice, keeping your eyes focused on the screen. His tongue slid against your skin and you shivered, still trying to ignore him but his hands gripped your hips, and shifted you onto his lap, and you could feel the hard on underneath his shorts. “Andy,” you whispered his name in a low voice. “Come on, we’re watching the show.”

“Hmm?” he hummed against your skin, lips trailing down your neck, sucking hard and probably leaving marks. He had never done something like this before, and you could tell this entire persona was new, the whole dominant side, especially by the way he gripped your hips and began to rock his erection back and forth against your ass.

“Fuck,” you let out a moan as he dug his fingernails into your hips, tilting your head up to let it fall on his shoulder.

“You like that?” he mumbled.

“I love it,” you nodded, taking a deep breath before rearranging yourself on his lap so that you were facing him, and he smirked before you placed your lips on his. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, your core pressing down onto his erection with each rock of your hips, and he began to slide his hands up your back, breaking the kiss only a moment in order to toss it to the ground, then unhooking your bra as well.

“Lay down on the couch for me,” he instructed. You did as told and he stood up from the couch, undressing himself as you tossed the blanket aside and laid down, eyeing him and biting down on your lower lip before he got on top of you, kissing you again and leaving hickeys all over your neck and breasts and stomach, surprising you at his reckless pace and aggressive movements. You liked this new side of him. It was different. He violently tugged down your pants and then your panties, the rough actions making you gasp, and he gave a sly smile, eyes flickering up to you before his tongue slid past your folds, making you moan. He had never been this strong or wild when handling your body before. You loved it.

“I’m close,” you warned as you neared your climax, him still eating you out. “God, that feels so good. Shit.” You were about to orgasm when he pulled away, and you widened your eyes, watching as he chuckled softly.

“You really think I’d let you go that easy?” he wondered.

“I was so close,” you insisted. “Honest. For the first time I think I could’ve-”

“Oh I know,” he reassured. “But if you’re going to finally orgasm for me, it better be around my cock.”

“Fuck Andy,” you closed your eyes as he crawled on top of you again. “You’re so hot like this.”

“Look who’s talking,” he reminded and you blushed, watching as he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed in and both of you let out a moan, and he began to thrust into you, going just as rough and reckless as he had been before. His hands were everywhere, tight grip of his hands, breathy noises spilling from between his lips, lust filled eyes connecting with yours. When you came, both of you moaned each other’s names, his orgasm following yours, and you both fought to catch your breath, resulting in two sweaty bodies tangled together underneath a blanket, clothes on the floor, the episode still playing in the background. “God, that was… fucking amazing.”

“Hell yeah it was,” you breathed, heart still racing.

“I guess that’s all it took, huh?” Andy laughed, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing tight before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Just a little bit of roughness and an episode of Game of Thrones,” you joked. “Perfect recipe for a female orgasm.”

“I guess,” he burst into chuckles. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered.

“I wasn’t um, I wasn’t too rough. Was I?” he asked, worried eyes looking into yours.

“Not at all,” you giggled, pressing your lips to his for a short kiss. “You could never do anything to hurt me. And even if you could, I know you’d never even think about it.”

“You up for another night like this sometime?” he offered.

“Absolutely,” you grinned. “Except, uh, I think we might have to restart the episode.”

“Yeah,” Andy laughed. “I don’t think I was a little distracted.”

“A little?” you raised your eyebrows teasingly.

“Come on, babe,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you always steal all my attention.”

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dreamsofpilots · 6 years

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The Lodger Pt. 5

Tyler Joseph, Brendon Urie x Reader

Additional characters in series: Dallon Weekes, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Andy Hurley, Joe Trohman, Gerard Way, Josh Dun, Frank Iero

Warnings: Cursing, smoking pot, alcohol.

AN: You’ve waited a long time and I’m so sorry. I just could not get my head into it. I hope you enjoy this. Let me know.

“Jesus Christ Tyler, can you chew any fucking louder?!”

“What?” Tyler glanced up at an irritated Brendon, mouth full of cereal as he talked, “It tastes better this way, dude.”

Brendon growled, “It won’t taste so great when I shove my fist down your throat!”

“Whoa!” Pete yelled. “Bren, chill out dude.” Pete clamped is hand around Brendon’s wrist, dragging him out of the kitchen to shove him onto the couch. “What is going on with you? You’ve been up everyone’s ass all week!”

“Nothing!” Brendon yelled back. “Mind your own fucking business!”

Pete glanced at me, and I saw the subtle accusation in his eyes. Whatever apology you made, it didn’t work. Fix this.

“Brendon-” I began, but the angst filled explosive device shot up from the couch and marched upstairs, grumbling as he went. All of us flinched when we heard the door slam.

“What a nice morning,” Andy chirped cheerfully. Pete and I sighed, rolling our eyes.

“Am I really that bad?” Tyler asked quietly.

Patrick patted his shoulder from where he sat next to him. “Nah, don’t worry about him. He’s just going through some stuff right now.”

“Maybe I should go talk to him again-” I placed my foot on the first stair before Dallon gently placed his hand on my arm.

“Maybe not right now, I think he just needs some time to clear his head,” he said.

“Yeah,” Joe agreed. “Knowing him, he’ll feel really guilty for his outburst in a bit.”

We all fell silent for a while sitting around the common area, lost in our own thoughts. Resident life had become strained since my fight with Brendon, and I felt immensely guilty for it. I had talked to him and he told me that he was over it, but he really didn’t seem like it. He would snap at all of us, with some sort of special vendetta against Tyler, though I couldn’t formulate a reason why. Then with me, he barely spoke, and if he did, he was short with me and distant. I could see how everyone else was being affected by all of this, but I wasn’t entirely sure how to fix it anymore.

“Maybe I should call Gee?” I offered, my voice sounding too loud in the silence.

The boys looked at me, their expressions varying from ‘Maybe that’s a good idea’ to, ‘Hmm, better not.’

“I don’t know if I want to bother him with our stuff,” Joe rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. “He’s probably so busy.”

“Yeah,” Pete agreed, coming to sit next to me. “It all seems so juvenile. Like we’re just a bunch of kids who can’t get along.”

I sighed, leaning against him, “It’s embarrassing sure, like ‘Dad come help us kids sort our problems out,’ but I’m not sure what else to do.”

We were quiet again, nothing but the sound of the scrape of a spoon against a bowl as some of them continued with their breakfast. Pete’s leg jiggled anxiously, sending vibrations through the floor. I placed my hand gently on his knee, stilling him. He glanced at me apologetically, but I knew he was worried about Brendon. He told me once that he felt like a little brother to him, so I could imagine what seeing him upset for so long was doing to him.

“I have an idea,” Patrick broke the silence. “I was thinking about it for a while, but I wasn’t sure how it would go over.”

“What did you have in mind?” Andy questioned, his eyebrows lifted in interest.

Patrick looked at each of us in turn, his cheeks coloring slightly. “What if-” he hesitated, “What if we went camping?”

*********

“Well this is the fucking worst.” Patrick huffed, sweat dripping down his brow.

We were trudging up a hill with all of our gear to the campsite, the hot summer sun beaming down on us. Pete slapped his neck, killing a mosquito, “It was your fucking idea!”

Patrick pushed past him and continued stomping up the hill. “Yeah well, I didn’t see any of you coming up with any other options.”

“Pat, wait-” Pete raced after him, presumably to apologize or to at least calm him down. We all knew what Patrick was like when he got frustrated. We’d have to run for the hills. Preferably not this current steeper-than-inflation-rates monstrosity that we were trying to conquer. Some other hill. A gentle slope, with like, flowers and shit.

I sighed, adjusting my pack on my shoulder. It really was fucking hot out, and the bugs were ridiculous. I slapped my calf as one attempted to make a meal out of me. Served it right, the little monster.

“Bug spray?” As if by some angel sent from above, Tyler came to my side, brandishing my liquid savior, OFF! Deep Woods with extra DEET.

I smiled at him gratefully, placing my pack on the ground before reaching for the glorious nectar. “You’re a godsend.”

Tyler stepped away slightly as I sprayed a huge cloud of the stuff around me. “Just doing my civic duty,” he chuckled.

Tyler and I both jumped as Brendon began singing at the top of his lungs. He shoved in between us as we continued up the hill, making sure that his shoulders bumped each of us. Tyler stumbled slightly, but when I reached out to give him a helping hand, Brendon grasped my wrist and dragged me along after him. The tall boy continued to sing loudly, flowing effortlessly from his higher notes, to his ‘positive hardcore’ screams. I tried to shoot him a confused look, but he ignored me, a small smirk just barely visible on his face.

When I looked back at Tyler, the lanky brunette had picked up my pack for me and was slowly following us up the hill. Joe and Andy joined his side, making him smile at whatever they said.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” I hesitantly asked Brendon. I was getting really tired of trying to figure him out. I just wanted to have my best friend back.

“Nope.”

Brendon dropped my wrist as the hill leveled out, joining Pete by his side as they started to set up some of the tents. I sighed, shaking my head. If this was how this trip was going to be this weekend, I wasn't sure if Patrick’s idea would work out at all. Brendon didn't seem like he wanted to resolve things, like he was holding some sort of grudge and the rest of us had to suffer for it. I had wracked my brain trying to come up with a reason, but I couldn’t find any. I had already apologized about my assumptions after the party, Bren said he was over it, so there had to be something else going on.

I was too exhausted to figure it out, and honestly, I didn’t want to be here. I would rather be at home, curled up, sleeping. Forever.

“Okay,” Pete clapped his hands together, taking the lead when everyone made it to the campsite. “So some of us should go look for firewood, while the rest of set up the tarps and tents. When that’s done, I figured we could go swimming in the lake or something before dinner?”

We nodded, Tyler, Andy, and I volunteering to look for firewood. The three of us walked a ways from the direction we had just come from, before splitting up to grab some wood. I had a decent armful collected when Andy burst from behind a bush, shouting, and scaring the hell out of me. I dropped all of my collected wood in fright.

“Andy!” I yelled, chucking a pinecone at him. The tattooed man ducked, then made a break for it through the trees, giggling gleefully as he went. “Fucking spaz.”

“There are a lot of interesting people in this group.” I heard Tyler say as he came up behind me.

I huffed, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “You could say that.”

“Here, let me help you.”

Tyler helped me pick up my dropped pieces, and then we continued through the forest together collecting until we couldn’t hold any more. As we walked back to camp, Andy joined us on the trail, his own arms full of wood, and a satisfied smirk on his face.

When we got back, nearly everything was set up. There were even a couple of large stones and some logs moved to form circle for seating around a fire. Camp looked so cozy, with the tents nestled close together. For once, everyone had a smile on their face, and the atmosphere around us didn't hold any of the tension that it had been recently. Maybe Patrick’s idea wasn't so bad after all.

“Last one to the lake can suck a dick!” Brendon yelled, sprinting down the hill towards the water, ripping off his clothes as he went. Most of the others ran after him, leaving their clothes littered along the trail.

I sighed, resigning myself to the task of picking up their clothes so that they could find them when they got out of the water.

“You coming Pat?” I asked the small man when he didn't head down to the lake.

He sat on one of the stones around the fire pit, shaking his head. “Nah, I think I’m going to take a nap or something.”

I nodded, not pushing him. He probably needed his space. Instead, I headed down the hill myself, collecting shirts and pants as I went.

When we came back from swimming, it was already starting to get dark. Thankfully, Patrick had made the fire while we were away, and was setting up some snacks and food that we could roast on some sticks he had found.

“Wow Patrick, thanks for doing this.” Pete patted Patrick’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before picking up a stick for himself.

Patrick shrugged, “It’s not a problem.”

Dallon passed out sticks while the rest of us gathered around the fire. There were hot dogs, some meat, some vegan, veggies, and other things we could stick in the fire and burn the hell out of and call it gourmet. Of course, there were also marshmallows and chocolates to make s’mores for dessert.

For the most part, the evening progressed without any issues. Brendon seemed mostly cheerful, and even sang along when we broke out into song, but he was quiet for him. He wasn’t vibrating with energy or talking loudly with the others. He definitely wasn't his usual self, and I was becoming concerned.

I caught his gaze a few times through the flames, but he would look away quickly. It hurt a bit. I knew that I had messed up and blamed him for stuff that I was also at fault for, but he had never been mad at me for this long before. Normally, if we did fight, which was extremely rare, we would just call each other out on our bullshit and then be done with it. But now, there was something else going on with him.

When the alcohol was brought out, and scary stories were being told, Brendon slipped away from the group. No one else seemed to notice but me. I watched him quickly duck into his tent, and decided that this would be the perfect time to try and make things right again.

I waited for a few minutes to let him have some space, before I nudged Patrick next to me. I jerked my head in the direction of Brendon’s tent. He nodded with understanding and I made my way over. I couldn’t help but notice though, that Tyler was silently watching me as I left. I tried to fight the blush that was threatening to color my cheeks. Good thing it was dark.

When I got closer to the tent, I caught a whiff of that telltale scent, and knew exactly what I was in for. I didn’t bother to knock on the tent, instead undoing the zipper and slipping in quickly to not let any of the smoke out.

Bren was sprawled out on the ground, elbow propped so that he lazily held a joint in the air above him. I laid down next to him and he wordlessly handed it over so that I could take a hit. We stayed like that for a while, passing it back and forth, feeling our muscles relax.

I watched the way the light from the fire danced on the tent canvas. I could almost picture ladies dressed in beautiful glittering flame colored gowns, swaying sensually with their partners through the night. Outside, one of our friends was playing their acoustic guitar, and I allowed myself to sink into the feeling.

“This is some good shit.” I said, passing the joint back to Brendon. It was almost spent.

Brendon giggled, sitting up to roll another, as if he was some sort of fricking mind reader. “No shit,” he scoffed. “Do you even know me?”

I watched the ladies dance for a moment longer before rolling onto my side, studying Brendon. The light from the fire bounced off of his high cheekbones, and is hair and eyes looked darker in the gloom. His face held a relaxed expression, full lips pulled into a smile. This was probably the happiest I've seen him in a while.

“I used to think I did. Recently, I’m not so sure.”

His movements paused, brow tugging down into a small frown. “You do. I’m just-” he seemed to fight with himself for a moment, trying to drag words from a cloud. “I’m just trying to figure some things out.”

I sat up, pulling my lighter out of my pocket as he finished rolling the fresh one. It sparked then ignited, the sound of spark wheel resounding around the tent for a moment. I held the tiny dancer up to the joint hanging from Bren’s mouth, lighting it for him. He drew in a breath before passing it to me.

“Maybe you can clue me in and I can help you?”

He flopped back down, hair jiggling as he did so. I got a kick out of the movement and couldn’t help reaching my fingers into his hair to make it do it again. We both giggled before Brendon grabbed me and pulled be down beside him. My head was cradled in his arm and my leg was thrown over his. It was probably the closest contact we’d had since the party.

“I don’t think there’s anything you could help with,” he answered eventually.

“Well I just- I miss you B. Whatever’s been going on, it’s clearly weighing a lot on you. You haven’t been yourself.”

“I know, I know.” He sighed, bringing his hand up to rub at his face.

I snuggled into his side a bit, seeking his warmth. “Are you still upset with how I acted at the party? I know I messed up-”

“No. It’s not that. I messed up then too. I should have slept on the couch or something. This is-” he glanced over at me sadly, “This is something else.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I felt my heart break for him. “Would you tell me if there was any way that I could help? I hate to see you like this.”

He was quiet for a while, and I started to think that he wouldn’t reply, but he did, his voice raspy as he let out a quiet, “Yeah.”

“Are we ok?” I asked once the second joint was gone. I could feel myself sinking into the ground, my bones heavy.

Brendon held up a hand clenched into a fist, and I bumped mine against it. “Yeah, We’re ok.”

We must have fallen asleep shortly after, because I found myself waking up to the sound of distant singing.

I was pressed tightly into Brendon’s chest, his arms around me and my legs tangled with his. The smell of his soap and weed filled my nose from where it was pressed into his neck. My buzz was long gone, but I still felt pretty relaxed. I contemplated going right back to sleep, but the singing drew my attention again. Where was it coming from?

I shifted, attempting to break free from Brendon’s grasp, when I felt my bum rut up against something behind me. Gently squirming from my captor’s hold, I turned and saw Dallon sprawled out next to me, snoring slightly. He must have come in sometime after we fell asleep. I was amazed that the three of us fit in here so well, what with Dallon’s majestic giraffe physique.

The singing floated on the wind again, and the outside of the tent looked dark, no light from the campfire dancing against it. I wondered how late it was? Everyone must have headed to bed, but then who could be singing?

Quietly, so as not to disturb either of my tent partners, I stood and made my way outside, zipping up the tent slowly to not be as loud. As I thought, the fire was out and no one was sitting around the pit.

The singing sounded like it was coming from further into the forest. Going against everything horror films have taught me, I let curiosity get the best of me and followed the sound. The light from the moon lit my path as I carefully poked through the trees, stepping over twigs and other obstacles as I went.

I knew I was heading in the right direction when the singing got louder. It was such a haunting sound. A delicate voice drifting through the night. It sounded so sad, and almost lonely, yet there was something so familiar about it. It was like I had heard it before, in a dream maybe, calling out to the lonely hearts and the beaten down.

I found myself running, my heart pounding wildly. I had to find the source of this sadness. It was a burning need to find the soul that felt like mine.

“I can feel your breath...” the words drifted through the trees, clear now as I drew closer.

“I can feel my death...”

My lungs felt like they were on fire but I kept running, not stopping until I reached a clearing. There was a figure standing at the center of it, facing away from me. The moonlight made his hair take on a silvery glow, and his black clothes helped him to meld with the shadows around him. I recognized the voice now, and felt foolish that I hadn’t earlier.

“I want to know you. I want to see...”

His voice didn’t waver or tremble, but there was something about the sound of it, the feel of it, that made it seem as if it was about to crack.

“I want to say...”

It was Tyler, and I watched as he fell to his knees, shoulders shaking, as he began to cry.

“Hello.”

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 6 years

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Llama Drama. (FOB x Reader)

Note: Co-produced by my best friend in honour of M A N I A dropping today. Enjoy. x

“And? What did you think?”

You widened your eyes and made a horrified face as you looked at the four band members through the screen of your phone.

“What the hell was that?!” you exclaimed in mortification, shaking your head. “It was fucking awful!”

The males started laughing heartily at your clear dissatisfaction over their last music video, prompting you to click your tongue at them.

“We had a feeling you wouldn’t like it that much,” Patrick spoke as he readjusted his cap so that he could see you better.

“I hated it!” you corrected, “It was so violent and creepy. And those llama things!” your eyes shut tightly and a shudder coursed through you as you thought back to the video and those horrible llamas, “They are so scary. I think I found a new fear.”

The laughter was harder and louder this time, and you fired a few curse words at your idiotic friends.

“How can you be scared of the llamas?” Joe questioned with an amused smile playing on his lips, “They’re cute.”

“THEY FUCKING KILLED PETE!”

“Yeah, well, we’ve all thought about doing the same thing at least once a week,” Joe pointed out.

You tilted your head side-to-side while nodding in agreement before shaking it and returning to making your point.

“Still. There’s something about them that just makes my skin crawl.”

“They aren’t even real.”

“They seemed real enough,” you scoffed, toying a few fingers through your hair. “Anyway… I have to go now. See you guys next week?”

“Yeah! We’re so pumped that you’re gonna be at the show!” Pete spoke excitedly, hopping up and down slightly as you giggled.

“Me too. See you boys then. Try not to die before I get to see you.”

After having watched the guys play an absolutely incredible show, you stood in the wings and clapped as they took their final bows. You watched them exit stage into the west wings, opposite from you.

Checking your phone and shooting a quick reply to a text from one of your friends, you started towards the dressing room area to meet up with the band. When you got there, you knocked on the door but got no response.

After waiting a few seconds more, you gently opened the door a tiny crack and saw that the room was empty. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you pivoted your head and peered down all the surrounding hallways thinking that maybe they had gotten stopped by a crewmember or manager and were on their way to meet you now, but you caught no glimpse of any of them.

Shrugging, you decided to enter the room and wait for them. You grabbed a water bottle from a nearby table and took a gulp before plopping yourself down on the hard sofa. It was then that a note stuck to the mirror caught your eye.

Taking another drink from the bottle, you got up and sauntered over to the mirror to read the note.

(Y/N), meet us in the south corridor, next to the conference room.

-The guys

Scrunching up your face, you pondered why on earth they would want to meet you there, but you started for the south corridor anyway.

The path there was eerily silent and deserted for the most part; you’d only seen about three crewmembers on your way – as opposed to the tens that were usually buzzing about. You found it odd, but figured that everyone was just busy in other sections of the venue.

You reached the south corridor and stopped right next to a door with the sign ‘CONFERENCE ROOM’ on it, but once again, your friends were nowhere to be seen.

Huffing in annoyance, you fished your phone out of your pocket and were about to text them, but the sound of footsteps approaching stopped you.

“Finally,” you groaned, turning to face them, “What took you so lo-“

Fear, shock, and a mixture of a whole lot of other emotions stunned you in place, and all you could do was widen your eyes at the sight in front of you.

Five feet away from you stood not one, not two, not three, but eight creepy llama things. You wanted to scream, or run, but it was as if your brain had switched off, causing you to gawk at the creatures.

It was only once the llama standing in front – the one that was a darker purple than the others – lifted its hand and slowly wiggled his fingers in a wave that you found your voice again, and you let a shrill scream escape your throat before you turned and sprinted away from the evil creatures.

The resounding patter of footsteps emanating from behind you told you that they were chasing you, but fortunately, you were much faster than them and you were able to slip away into one of the side doors.

The light was off in the room, and you decided to keep it that way until those cursed things had run past. A few minutes later, when you were absolutely certain that the last of the footsteps had disappeared down the hall, you breathed out a sigh of relief before flicking on the light switch.

When you turned around, there were four more llamas standing in front of you.

“Hello, (Y/N).”

With a final strangled cry, you collapsed onto the floor. The past few minutes were too much to handle, and you had fainted.

“SHIT!” Patrick, Joe, Pete and Andy exclaimed in unison as they removed the heads of their llama costumes and kneeled down next to you.

“Shit, shit, shit, what do we do?” Pete spoke frantically, tugging at the ends of his hair.

“I don’t know!” Joe exclaimed, wide-eyed as he looked at your still body, “This was your idea!”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think she would faint!”

“Oh dear lord,” Patrick shook his head, a worried look on his face, “I knew we shouldn’t have done this!”

“Guys, let’s just remain calm, okay,” Andy offered, holding out his hands to calm his bandmates down, “We need to get her to a couch or something and then wake her up.”

Just then, the dark purple llama from earlier burst through the door.

“Damn, (Y/N), never pegged you for a screamer- WOAH,” Brendon quipped, stumbling back a step once he saw your motionless body on the ground. With a quick glance at the fretted group of males surrounding you, he let out a chuckle. “We’re all dead once she wakes up.”

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Andy Hurley Stories

Valentine’s Challenge 2019 - Best in the Galaxy (Andy Hurley x Female Reader)

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Twelve Days of Christmas Challenge Day 8 - Andy Hurley

Pairing: Andy Hurley x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~800 Author’s Note: Oh the angst. Also thanks to Taylor Swift for the inspo on this one. Listen to Afterglow if you haven’t before!

It started with closing the laptop when you walked in the room and a sideways glance. Then it was taking phone calls behind closed doors in a low voice. Then it was not answering his phone when he was out and the guys not being able to vouch for his whereabouts.

You were curious at first. Wondering what he was doing, where he was going, who was he talking to. But that worry led to an anxious voice in your head.

'He's cheating on you!'

'He's gonna leave you!'

'You were never good enough for him anyway!'

And then you started to pull away. At night when he'd reach out to pull you close, you'd squirm away, giving him the cold shoulder. Conversations went silent.

Then one day you couldn't take it anymore. You walked into the living room and he promptly shut his laptop and put it aside.

"Who are they?" You demanded.

"What?" Andy replied, confusion written across his face.

"You know what I mean! Don't play dumb with me! All the sneaking around, secret phone calls, closing your computer when I walk in. Who are you running around with behind my back?"

Andy's jaw dropped as the confusion was replaced with hurt. Your heart had been hammering in your chest as you prepared to confront him, but now you knew something else was wrong.

Andy got up and stormed into the office where you heard drawers opening and slamming shut. He came back out and stuffed a stack of papers in your hands.

"Here, merry fucking Christmas," he said grabbing his jacket and storming out.

You stood there stunned as he slammed the door behind him. You looked down at the papers you held in your shaking hands.

Plane tickets. Hotel reservations. Travel itineraries. Lists of recommended restaurants and attractions with notes in his handwriting in the margins. He had been planning the trip of your dreams, the one you had discussed happily with him before your insecurities started to cloud your judgment.

The tears were streaming down your cheeks before you even realized you were crying. The papers slipped from your shaking hands and scattering onto the floor.

You weren't sure how long you stood there, shaking and crying until you realized the room had gone dark around you. You gathered up the papers in the neatest pile you could muster and set them on the coffee table. You didn't know what to do so you pulled out your phone.

Baby I'm sorry. I realize that you were just trying to surprise me and im so so sorry. This is all on me, this is all my fault. Come home

You got up and started pacing the house, not sure what to do with yourself. Before you knew it, it was almost midnight and he wasn't back and your phone hadn't gone off. You decided to crawl into bed, exhausted.

The next morning when you woke up the next morning, the sun was shining brightly, and for a moment you felt peaceful. Then the reality of the night before crashed down on you. You fumbled for your phone. Your heart sank as you saw there was nothing from Andy.

Please at least let me know youre ok you sent him. About five minutes later you heard your phone ding and scrambled for it.

Hes here with me, hes fine Patrick responded and you let out a sigh of relief.

You decided to try to proceed with your day like normal, but you couldn't shake the sick feeling of guilt. By the time it was evening again you decided you should eat something, having paced and worried all day and accomplished nothing. Then you heard the door open.

"(YN)?" You heard Andy call. You ran out of the kitchen to the front door, but stopped yourself short of throwing yourself in his arms. When you saw him, he looked defeated.

"I'm so sorry, it was all in my head," you sobbed before dropping to your knees, overcome with emotion.

“But why? What made you ever think I would do anything to hurt you?” He asked sitting down next to you. To your surprise he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him.

“I didn’t think the worst at first, but then I started to think I’m not good enough for you. And it was the only thing that fit the story I was telling myself. I'm so sorry I hurt you Andy,"

Andy just rocked you against him and kissed the top of your head. "I don't want you to ever think that someone as beautiful and brilliant as you isn't good enough for me."

"But I hurt you," you objected.

"(YN), I forgive you. We'll get through this together. And I think that trip will be exactly what we need."

You looked up, surprised. "You didn't cancel it?"

"Absolutely not," he smiled. "Besides, why punish myself?"

You just rolled your eyes as he laughed at his own joke.

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stinadamusaufics · 4 years

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Raging at the half of our sins (part 1)

[A/N: i had listened to PAX AM Days EP recently and i got this small thing which i wanted to take place during that release time. Plus the good old memories of punk rock concerts as well.

Warnings: none

This is the very first part of this post, i’m planning to do 2 more parts and i hope you like it - Enjoy! S]

Fall Out Boy have just made PAX AM days EP and it was all hardcore punk despite the usual sound they had achieved over the years. They decided to bring these songs as well while touring for SRAR performing an intimate small show venue which was all totally hardcore punk.

The guys were so excited about there was one other person in particular who was very happy this particular show: Stina.

To her was like going back in the days where the guys played in these small venues and it was all like punk music and attitude all over. They were so happy for her to join despite her working schedules. She took a couple of days off in order to hang out with the guys but most importantly, to be with her boyfriend of 7 years, Patrick.

Despite the fact Patrick was always concerned about her and knew how punk rock shows are like actually, he was a bit more concerned for her due to the fact that now he's being the enough protective boyfriend of hers.

It was on day’s November in afternoon when the guys have reached the venue and they started to set their instruments in order to do the scheduled rehearsals.

Like back in the day, when they were doing the rehearsals, Stina was about to sit in the empty pit when she suddenly stopped

“what's wrong?” Pete asked

“i—uh.. I almost forgot. My good ol' habit.. i'm sure right now you don't need me to listen to your rehearsals anymore,right?” Stina replied shyly

“babe it's all alright” Patrick replied smiling - “besides I would feel more calm if I see you” he continued when he felt his cheeks being red, while he plugs his guitar on.

“that's exactly what I meant Trick. You're getting distracted by me” Stina giggles

“nah i'm cool with that” Patrick grinned hard

“what about you guys?”

“it's always cool to have some fav audience, especially from the good old' times” Joe replied while tuning up his guitar

“plus you will get to do some mosh for me as well” Andy replied after he banged on the drums

“alright then.” as Stina starts to sit on the floor but then changes her mind and stands up - knowing already that she was about to move a bit

“shall we start?” Patrick asked - “yep” they all replied

The rehearsals would took an hour. They did all the songs from the EP as well as a few from SRAR and they were pretty satisfied with that.

Soon after the rehearsals, it was early dinner time and the guys went to eat at a nearby fast food.

“just relieve the old times' sakes” that was Joe's idea.

They got into this fast food which serves all kinds of food even vegan,for Andy’s happiness.

During the dinner, Stina went to ask to Patrick: “trick I need to ask you something but..”

“tell me babe. What is it?” as Patrick held his hand on hers,fingers interwhined

“i know usually I see the show like from backstage but.. what if I can see in the crowd like a fan’s point of view just this time?” she breathe out.

Surely Stina was aware that Patrick would let her do that but at the same time he would be worried as hell

Patrick took a minute to think and after looking at her puppy big eyes he sighs and answer: “alright. I can't say no because I know you're stubborn sometimes so..”

“Yay!!!” Stina went on to give a bear hug to Patrick who was smiling widely, like everytime he knows she’s uber happy.

“but..but we are all gonna keep an eye on you because we all want you to be safe.” Stina blushed to the much caring words said by Patrick as she goes to kiss him on the cheek.

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stinadamusaufics · 4 years

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Hello tumblers!

Hi this is the admin of this particular blog - sometimes i will post some fics (which i’m the protagonist) i create out of fun (and boredom and to channel my inner stress haha) concerning right now: Fall Out Boy (mostly are featured w/ Patrick Stump)

as for now. might be considering in adding also some other bands such as Papa Roach and My Chemical Romance and anime such as Sailor Moon, My Hero Academia, FullMetal Alchemist to name a few If you have any requests, just ask (and if you want some particulars,just make sure to include that) and i’ll try to see what can i do

i hope we can all enjoy this!Cheers!

S - xoxo

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A Little Less Talking - Andy Hurley x Reader

Request: I have a request and a question. First off, could you do an Andy x reader, but themed around the “A Little Less Sixteen Candles...” MV?

Warnings: vampires, blood, violence

Word count: 5 008 (I’m not even sorry)

It was a beautiful, clear night, the stars were sparkling mysteriously against the fabric of the sky and the moon was shining brightly enough for your walking figure to cast a faint shadow on the ground. None the less you felt uncomfortable. Something about the night felt wrong, causing you to shiver. You felt watched, as if hundreds of eyes were following your every move, as if claws were scratching over the hard stone of the old street, as if muscles tensed, preparing creatures to shoot out of their hiding any moment now.

With a sigh of relief you reached the black car and quickly slid into the passenger seat. The man behind the steering wheel glanced at you with raised eyebrows. Soft, ginger locks fell into his eyes, a pair of fragile glasses rested on his nose, and a piercing below his lower lip reflected a beam of light from the street lamps.

“Anything,” he asked expectantly, but your posture gave away that your trip to that shop had been unsuccessful.

“The guy wasn’t even real,” you scoffed, buckling in your belt, trying not to look at the man too long. Andy had been your friend for a long time, and together you had been through thick and thin, and now, right in the middle of the biggest vampire invasion America had ever seen, was hardly the right time to confess to him that your feelings for him reached far beyond simple friendship.

“But I thought-“

“He was fake, okay? I’ve seen fortune tellers and magicians before, and this dude is at best a wanna-be,” you exclaimed, rubbing your eyes in annoyance, “he- he didn’t even have any sage! I mean, come on!”

“Then we need to try the pharmacies again,” Andy mumbled, turning on the motor of the car.

“Or Patrick can find something else to substitute the stuff,” you suggested.

Andy nodded in agreement and pulled out into the street, but both of knew that a substitute would by far not have the same effect as the original ingredient.

Your eyes watched the bright moon that seemed to follow you on your way home while you thought back to the last weeks.

Patrick, Joe, Andy, and you had just come to a city, which had been overrun by vampires not too long ago. As hunters you had immediately gone to work, and it would have almost costed your neck. Going into a fight with too little information about your enemy was dangerous, as that night had proved to all of you. Had it not been for Pete, you might be vampires now too. He had saved you in the last second, what had surprised all of you enormously, considering he was a vampire himself. After his intervention he had been gone as quickly as he had appeared.

You, being the one with the best instinct for finding information, had started searching for him the next day, and eventually found the dark haired vampire in an old factory building. He had not expected you to find him, but seemed harmless, at least not aggressive towards you, and soon he told you his story.

He had been turned into a vampire by the leader of the Dandies gang, and was seeking revenge. Since the Dandies were the biggest vampire group in the city, you decided to work together, something all of you would profit from. Patrick had created a special drink for Pete, to slow down his not yet complete transformation, and to satisfy Pete’s thirst for human blood. Now after several weeks your stocks of some of the rarer ingredients were running out, so you and Andy had tried to find some place to refill the stocks. Usually everything you needed was easily found by fortune tellers or magicians who had an at least decent understanding of Herbology, but it seemed that there was no such person in this town, only a guy who had not even known what thorn apple was.

When you finally arrived at the abandoned factory in which you had put up camp, you climbed out of the car and shuffled to the huge door, and unlocked it, holding it open for Andy and you to slip inside the old building. The even rhythm of low blows of wooden sticks against targets was sounding from one corner of the hall, telling you that Pete was, once again, taking out his anger at some of the dummies Joe had found for training two weeks back.

Joe himself was seated on a worn down couch, lazily plucking the stings of his unplugged electric guitar, and Patrick was sitting at the desk close to the kitchen, a small lamp shining orange light at the notebook he was scribbling into.

At the sound of the door closing, his head shot up, expectant eyes meeting your tired ones.

“Total disaster,” Andy answered the unspoken question in Patrick’s eyes before you could.

With a disappointed sigh Patrick slumped back in his chair.

“Told you so.”

The strange sound of wood booming into dummies had stopped, and Pete stepped out of the shadows. He had dark circles under his eyes, more so than usually, the sleeves of his black and white striped shirt had been pushed up to his elbows, and a few sweaty strands of hair fell into his eyes.

“Back to the pharmacies then,” Joe asked, looking up from his guitar, and all of you nodded in defeat.

For a while the five of you stood, or in Patrick’s and Joe’s case sat, around in silence until you finally spoke up.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed, guys,” you let them know. “I’m super tired.”

They all nodded understandingly as you strode through the big hall, towards the stairs that led up to the second floor where a bunch of mattresses with blankets and old pillows acted as your beds.

Quickly you dressed into some shorts and an old t-shirt, which most likely belonged to one of your friends, and slipped under the slightly scratchy, wooly blanket that belonged to you.

Closing your from tiredness burning eyes, you listened to the sounds of the old building. Wind howled past the dusty windows, an owl was screeching not too far away, and in the distance you heard cars chasing down the highway, oblivious to the war that was going on in this city. The quiet voices of your four companions sounded up the stairs. You relaxed at the sound, knowing they were close by, that you were not alone.

You had almost fallen asleep, when the quiet steps of someone walking up the stairs pulled you out of the cozy sleepiness. Blinking through the dark you recognized the silhouette of Andy approaching the mattresses.

“(y/n)?”

His voice was so quiet that you barely heard it.

“Yeah?”

A smile spread over Andy’s face, one that you could not see due to the lack of light.

“Just wondering if you were still awake,” he explained, now talking a bit louder.

“Yeah, just so,” you giggled, feeling heat creep into your cheeks, causing a comfortable warmth around your heart.

“Don’t give up on this thing,” Andy motioned around the room, but mostly referring to your failed mission of finding the last few ingredients for Pete’s potion, “we’re gonna make it somehow.”

You nodded, but remembered that Andy could not see you in the dark.

“I hope so,” you admitted, your voice quiet.

There was shuffling in the dark, most likely Andy changing into his short for the night. He never bothered wearing a shirt to sleeping anyway.

“I just wonder if I wasn’t persistent enough,” you confessed as Andy sat down on his mattress.

You thought back to the dimly lit shop you had been standing in only about an hour ago. There had been all sorts of crystals but most of the combinations had made no sense to you. The skull on the table had obviously been made out of plastic, and the candles had been electric.

“Don’t, don’t do that to yourself,” Andy whispered.

He pushed his mattress until it was right next to yours, and lay down, facing you in the dark.

“You had a hard night, and we can always go back to that shop to ask again.”

You nodded quietly, your breath hitching in your throat at the realization how close Andy was now to you. But he was right, you could always go back there, and you really had had a shitty night. It had started out with an ambush by a few vampires while you had been observing the Dandies, then you had almost been killed by some overenthusiastic wanna-be Dandy, and right before your unsuccessful trip to the shop, Andy and you had run into a very human group of muggers that had not been very impressed by the splashes of holy water you had given them. Instead you had ended up with a deep cut on your left arm that had been cared for by Andy before you had driven off to the shop.

You took a deep breath, and snuggled into your pillow, wishing it was Andy. As if he had heard your thoughts, he reached out a hand, and placed it on your shoulder. As tired and sleepy as you were, your heart still shot up into your throat.

When you did not pull away or shake him off, Andy scooted closer, until he could wrap his arms around you. Protectively he pulled you into his bare chest, allowing you to snuggle close against him. His warmth and the familiar smell engulfed you, making you feel safer than you had felt in a long time, and even though your heart was still beating in a quick pace, you closed your eyes, and placed a hand next to your face against Andy’s inked up chest. A smile tucked at his lips when he felt you relax into his embrace, and he lazily drew small circles into your back until your breathing had turned deep and calm, and he was sure you had fallen asleep.

If it had been up to Andy, he would have stayed like this forever, preferably even longer. For weeks, months, (or was it years?) he had imagined holding you like this, and even though he had no clue where he had taken the courage from to actually initiate this, he was glad he had done it. Not for one second you had seemed to be opposed to his presence, and this gave him hope that you might one day requite his feelings.

~*~

When you woke up the next morning, the sun beams danced through the old windows, and tickled your nose playfully. Remembering how you had fallen asleep last night, you smiled to yourself, and lazily turned around wanting to greet Andy, but the mattress next to you was empty and cold. Still sleepy, you sat up and looked around. Neither Joe nor Patrick were on their mattresses and Pete’s box in which he always slept was open. For several seconds you sat quietly in your bed, trying to hear if one of the boys was around, but the building was quiet. There were no sounds of fight practice, pen scribbling, guitar string pulling, cooking or eating; only the increased sounds of the city during the day.

Slightly concerned you got up and climbed down the stairs into the hall. No one was there. You strode over to the kitchen counter on which you found a note. Patrick’s handwriting had never been the neatest, but the scrawniness of this note showed you that it had been written in a hurry.

“Got a call, we’ll be back by morning!”

You blinked a few times before your eyes wandered to the clock by the stove. It was way past noon. Something must have happened. They were never late.

You felt panic rise in your chest, but immediately forced yourself to fight it down. Panicking would help nobody. As quickly as your feet allowed, you raced back up the stairs, and threw on your clothes, before you equipped yourself with every weapon you could find, that would not draw too much attention to you.

You were just about to leave the factory, when your eyes fell on a few grey balls that were resting on a table in the very back of the room. It had been a thing Joe had worked on for the past days, a sort of grenade only that it did not explode to harm humans, but to harm vampires. His many tests in the training area had caused Pete to almost go on a rampage, since he absolutely did not like the steamed up holy water and the intense smell of garlic that filled the building every time Joe threw one of his inventions to test them. You had been eager to try them out, but Joe had insisted that they were not ready yet. He said they might be unstable, might blow up to early, or too late, so you should not take them into real fights yet, but now, that you were all on your own, you had to take all the help you could get.

Quickly you stuffed the two dozen grey, tennis ball sized weapons into a backpack, then you hurried out into the streets.

As expected, the black car, in which Andy and you had been driving around yesterday, was gone. Questioningly you looked up and down the street, before you decided to start your journey into the direction of the center of the town.

Your shoes hit the pavement in an even pace as you walked down street after street, checking every car you saw, searching for the familiar black one. Heavy clouds pushed in front of the sun, dimming the light, and the nervousness crept back into you. You had to find your friends, you had to find Andy. But what if something had happened to them? What if the Dandies had gotten their hands on them?

You quickly pushed the thought out of your mind, and instead focused on checking the cars again, but your steps involuntarily sped up none the less. You had just rounded the next corner, when suddenly something seemed off.

At first you could not exactly tell what it was, but then you saw the strange dent in a car parked on the other side of the junction. From there you spied broken glass on the road, several dark spots on the asphalt that suspiciously resembled dried blood, and when your eyes continued wandering down the road, you spied a wooden stake laying in the gutter, a stake like your group used to train with, one like the ones Pete had thrown at the dummies yesterday night.

A fight had taken place here; that much was obvious to you. And you hardly doubted that your friends had not been involved.

Right next to you, an elderly woman just walked out the house. Taking the opportunity you called for her, hoping to get some information about what happened here.

“Oh, there was a big fight here tonight,” she told you knowingly, obviously happy to have found someone to share gossip with. “You know, gangs or something. There’ve been many gangs around lately.”

“What kind of gangs,” you asked, feeling your heart beating nervously against your ribcage.

“Oh, some black folks were there, some guys with spiky hair and some with coats, canes and white hats. Oh, and these boys!”

Your heart sunk at her description. ‘These boys’ were definitely your friends, and the group she had described wearing hats and carrying canes were most likely the Dandies.

“What happened then,” you questioned, wiping your sweaty hands at your jeans.

“There was lots of screaming. The fight was quiet brutal,” she nodded thoughtfully, wetting her old lips with the tip of her tongue, “and then the police turned up, and arrested them all.”

“The police,” you wondered.

“Yes, the police. Arrested the whole lot, I think.”

You could literally feel the wheels in your head working. The police station was not very far from here, and of one thing you were certain: the police was definitely infiltrated by the Dandies.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, still deep in thought when you turned away.

“Feel free to come over anytime if you want to know more,” the old lady shouted after you while you started sprinting down the street, closer and closer to the police station.

Out of breath, beads of sweat building on your forehead, you crotched down behind some trash cans. Carefully you glanced out from behind your hideout watching the entrance of the station. How far could you get before the vampires would notice you were a hunter? There did not seem to be many policemen around, and you were pretty certain that those who entered and left the building were no vampires, simply due to the fact that while clouds were covering most of the sky, the persistent beams of the sun still occasionally found their way to the ground.

You put down the backpack and stuffed as many of Joe’s weapons into the pockets of your trousers and your coat as possible. The rest of the balls got stuffed into the outside pockets of the backpack, so you could easily reach for them.

Taking one last deep breath, and trying to tame your hair a little, you got up from the floor behind the trashcans, and casually strode towards the entrance of the police station.

Much to your surprise, you were not stopped by anyone, so you pushed open the heavy, wooden door, and entered the inside of the station, just as the first drops of rain started falling onto the pavement outside. Looking around, you spotted a counter, behind which a young police woman had taken place. A quick glance to her mouth later you knew she was just a human, so you walked over, and put on a friendly but apologetic smile.

“How may I help you,” she asked, looking up to you.

“Hi,” you greeted. As long as you could do things the official way, you would, but if necessary, you were ready to break the one or the other law to get your friends to safety. “I think some of my friends got arrested yesterday, and I was wondering if I could visit them, or pay a bail or anything?”

The woman nodded. “What are their names?”

“Andrew Hurley, Joeseph Trohman, Peter Wentz and Patrick Stump,” you answered, watching her flip through a book until her searching eyes came to a stop on a few names.

“Yes, they have been brought in tonight, but-“

“It’s okay, I’ll show you where they are.”

A hand got placed on your shoulder, and you whipped around, staring into the face of a policeman, a policeman with milky white eyes, and a lower lip that got dented in slightly by too long canine teeth.

You immediately tensed up, but allowed the man to lead you down a corridor anyway. The further you got moved into the building, the more policemen you spotted, and much to your concern there were increasingly many vampires with them.

Your weak hand slipped into your pocket, and you felt for one of the balls, just to be ready, in case you needed to be. And all of a sudden you spotted a sparkling ring with many keys, loosely tucked into the back-pocket of a vampire you would walk by in a second. Without the time to think much about the plan that suddenly materialized in your head, you skillfully slipped your free hand around the keys, muffling their jangle, and pulled them out of the vampire’s back pocket. Much to your surprise they were not fixed on a chain; and nobody seemed to have noticed your little theft.

This was easier than expected. Pete really had been right when he had told you about how arrogant these vampires were, they were arrogant enough to believe that no one would dare breaking into their fortress that they had hidden inside the police station.

Before you even knew it, the policeman came to a rest, his hand still on your shoulder.

“Here we are,” he grinned.

Behind the bars of an arrest cell, your four friends looked up at you. Pete was sitting on the floor, his head leaning against the wall, his eyes closed. Joe and Patrick sat on a bench, shoulder at shoulder, and Andy was standing, leaning against the outside wall.

Four pairs of eyes widened at the sight of you, and they all jumped up in surprise.

“Are you guys okay?”

Pete nodded quickly, and Joe and Patrick did too.

“Got a little scratch here,” Patrick mentioned, tilting his head, allowing you to spot the two red spots at the sight of his neck; bite marks.

“We’ll fix that up later,” you promised him with a comforting smile, even though your heart sunk a little. But with the experience and help from Pete, you hoped you were able to get Patrick patched up as good as possible.

The only one in the cell, who had not yet answered, was Andy. Your eyes flickered to the red head who had a soft smile on his face.

“Andy?”

His smile broadened slightly when your eyes met his, and even though this was definitely not the right time, your heart skipped a beat.

“I’m fine,” he whispered, his soft voice sending shivers down your spine.

“You done?”

The harsh voice of the vampire behind you reminded you of his presence again.

“Could we… could we please have a moment to ourselves,” you asked, turning around to face him.

He scoffed.

“Enough chitter-chatter,” he growled, his hand shooting forwards, and closing around your upper arm, yanking you away from the cell. “Time’s over.”

You had waited for this the entire time, so you were prepared when you got pulled back. With a swift motion you pulled out one of the balls Joe had built, and threw it on the floor. A crack signaled you that the weapon had been activated, and immediately thick, white fog spread into the air, smelling of hot garlic. Pete quickly covered his nose while the policeman coughed and staggered away from you. Making sure he would leave you alone for a little longer, you grabbed one of the stacks that had been hidden underneath your jacket, and skillfully threw it with as much force as you could summon. Knowing the stack had hit its target, the chest of the vampire, you turned around before he even sunk to his feet, and pulled out the ring with the keys that you had snatched from the other guard.

“Hurry up,” Joe mumbled as you tried out key after key, none matching the lock on their cell.

“Come on, come on,” you whispered, you fingers shaking with nerves. “Oh come ON!”

“Shshsh, calm down,” Andy cooed sweetly.

You had your forehead pressed against the bars, while your fingers tried out key after key. Andy had leant against the bars as well, his warm skin a strange contrast to the cold of the metal.

“Watch out!”

Pete’s warning was just in time for you to spin around and ram one of your stacks into the chest of a vampire which had fought its way through the still thick fog. You barely noticed how the enemy sunk to its feet, just like the first one had done seconds ago, you had already turned back to the lock.

Your heart was beating so hard that it almost hurt, breathing was difficult with so much water in the air, not to mention the stinging sensation of the garlic, and you almost felt like you were going to faint any second from all the stress, when suddenly one of the keys easily glided into the lock.

“Got it,” you cheered, quickly unlocking the door, and pulling the keys off before letting your friends step out.

“Which way,” Joe asked, looking up and down the corridor, but only being met with white fog.

“I came from there,” you explained, ready to get going back into the direction you had come from when you suddenly heard the drumming of feet on the cement floor.

Without any more talking, the others turned around, and started running the opposite direction. Andy had grabbed your hand, and pulled you after him mercilessly. Soon you had escaped the cloud that the steam bomb had caused, so hoping it would slow down your persecutors, you grabbed a second one from your pocket, and threw it behind your back, hearing the hot steam escaping its vessel again.

“Here!”

Patrick pointed to a couple of doors that had toilet signs on them. Pete and Joe immediately pushed through the door, cheering when they discovered a small window that lead out into the street.

“We can get out through here,” Pete announced, coughing again from the garlic steam that had not only affected the guards but him as well. Luckily Patrick still seemed unaffected by it.

“You go on, I’ll make sure to keep them away,” you told Andy, pushing him away from you towards the bathroom, turning back to face the corridor that was covered with fog.

“I’m not leaving you,” Andy protested, grabbing your hand again.

“Go on,” you shouted at him, grabbing another steam bomb in the one, and another stack in the other hand.

“No, (y/n), I’m not-“

“Piss off!”

From beyond the fog you heard the booming of heavy boots thumping closer and closer, accompanied with coughing and sneezing, whines and curses.

“(y/n), listen, I-“

“Andy for fuck’s sake!”

“I love you, okay? I love you! And I need you to know that because-“

“Guys, where are you, we’re outside already,” Joe’s voice sounded over the approaching turmoil.

“A little less talking, a little more running,” you hissed at Andy, turning to the bathroom and pushing him in before you.

Insisting you should go first, he helped you up to the window still from which you threw a last steam bomb into the bathroom before jumping out into the street. Andy followed in less than a second.

“Come on!”

Andy grabbed your hand again, and together you followed Joe, Patrick and Pete down a few streets.

“There it is,” Patrick cheered, quickly unlocking the car in front of which he had stopped.

Quickly he jumped into the driver’s seat, Joe and Pete somehow so busy getting into the car that they managed to squeeze into the passenger seat together, and Andy and you scrambled into the back.

You had not even pulled the door close, when Patrick already sped off, causing the door to slam shut and you to fall sideways on Andy, who quickly wrapped his arms around you.

For a few minutes there was a tense silence in the car until Patrick turned to the highway. And suddenly Pete started laughing. Breathless laughter of relief escaped his throat while he was squeezed between the car door and Joe.

Then realization hit you, too. You made it. You made it. You had broken out your friends, you were safe. You were safe, and on your way out of this town, at least for now. You were safe.

Joe, Patrick, Andy and you joined Pete’s laughter until all of you were out of breath. Patrick wiped away some tears of laughter while he raced down the highway, out of the city, heading straight for the horizon, and Andy had his face buried in your neck, his hot breath causing your skin to tingle, while his arms were still tightly holding onto you.

When your fits of laughter had died down, and Pete and Joe somehow managed to find a good position to sit in the passenger seat together, you were still cuddled against Andy’s body, lying diagonally across the back seat.

For the past few minutes three words had been tumbling around in the back of your mind, and now that the adrenaline from the chase was starting to subside, you had finally time to concentrate on these words.

Andy had sat up slightly, his back resting against the car door, his head leaning against the window.

Lifting your head up from his chest, you looked up at him, finding him already staring at you.

A smirk etched itself onto your face as you sat up a little, and scooted closer to Andy’s face.

“Guess what,” you whispered, your face so close to Andy’s that you could feel the heat his skin was radiating.

His blue-grey eyes darted from your eyes too your lips and back, hopeful yet with an underlying fear of the words with which you might destroy the dream that had become so much more tangible since last night.

“I love you too.”

His eyes sparked up and a smile as pure and honest as you had never seen it before stretched over his face before he quickly leant forward, pressing his hot lips eagerly against yours, making sure you were really there, really feeling the same for him, and you did. One of his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you indefinitely closer to him, while your finger twisted into his shirt.

Joe and Pete had secretly watched the interaction from the front, and gave each other an approving nod before giving the two of you as much privacy as the car allowed. The three in the front had known it would only be a matter of time until either you or Andy would break and confess their feelings.

So while the rain that had started when you had entered the police station, picked up and streamed down heavily against the wind shield, Patrick confidentially steered the car towards a still unknown future. In the back, Andy and you shared sweet kisses, some more passionate and demanding than others, as if trying to make up for lost time, desperate to make each other understand just how much you really needed them.

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Valentine’s Challenge 2019 Day 8

Pairing: Andy Hurley x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~1,400 Author’s Note: -

You were curled up in your bed watching The Office for the hundredth time. You were on the episode where Michael met the girl at the blood drive and they threw an anti-Valentine's party and it gave you an idea.

To: Andy H

Hey Andy, do you have any activities planned for your wing soon?

Andy was the Resident Assistant for the other wing of the dorm floor you lived and worked on. As an RA, you had a certain number of activities and social events you had to put on for the residents of your wing, and you were always looking for something to do with the other RAs so you didn’t have to do it all alone.

From: Andy H

Not yet, you?

To: Andy H

Watching The Office, how about an anti-Valentine's party for our residents? Unless you're not actually anti-Valentine's?

From: Andy H

No, that sounds like a good idea. Wanna get together tomorrow afternoon to plan it?

To: Andy H

I'll stop by around 4

They next day you arrived with your binder that you kept all your RA related paperwork in. Andy's door was open, but you knocked anyway.

"Hey, ready to plan this thing?"

"Yea," he said getting up and pulling a pile of clothes off the other chair for you to sit down.

You were excited when you found out Andy was going to be the other RA on your floor. He was a really chill person, but a lot of freshmen were intimidated by the tattoos he didn't even try to cover up most of the time.

"So, I was thinking we could use the meeting room between our wings, have punch or soda, cookies, and snacks. For decorations, I was thinking like the show and like rip the wings off paper cupids, tear hearts in half," you suggested.

"What if we gave out prizes for stuff like trivia about breakup songs, or most cringey dumping story?"

"Oh, those are good ideas too!" You said enthusiastically writing Andy's ideas down. "Do you wanna go with me to get the food and candy and stuff? I can go myself this weekend if you're busy."

"No, no I wanna come help pick stuff out," he said with a smile. "Besides I got a car, so we won't have to drag it all back on the city bus."

"Oh, thank God, I was hoping you'd say that," you replied with a grin.

A few days later you were on your way to the store in Andy's car. When you got in and he started it, metal music came blasting through the speakers.

"Woah, sorry," he said as he quickly reached for the knob to turn it town.

"Its ok, I wouldn't expect much less from you!" You laughed.

When you got to the store you started picking out food and drinks for the party.

"Don't let me forget to grab sprinkles, I wanna make cookies," you commented as you pushed the cart down the aisle.

"Can we grab something vegan for me?" Andy asked politely.

"Wait, you're vegan? How did I never notice that?"

He shrugged in response.

"Somethings don't surprised me about you Hurley, and somethings really do."

You had Andy take over pushing the cart while you scrolled through your phone to find a vegan cookie recipe that didn't seem too hard. You didn't notice as you trailed behind him had had made his way to the section of the store decked out with Valentine's decorations and candy. Suddenly a box of Star Wars Valentines cards was in front of your face.

"I'm gonna give these out to all the other RAs and my residents," he said as he tossed them in the cart.

"Do they have any Snoopy ones?" You asked, looking through the selection of designs clearly made for young children.

"I dunno," he replied before starting to help you search for your favorite cartoon character. When you found the Valentines you wanted, you both continued to wander through the department laughing at the cheesy presents and decorations. You found enough stuff to thoroughly destroy and mangle for your party and before heading to the checkout.

"I'm really excited about this," you said as you helped Andy load his car.

"Me too, it was a great idea."

"Thanks," you replied with a grin.

The next night, Andy was passing through the basement of the dorm while doing his evening rounds, and found you in the kitchen.

"Hey, (YN), what are you doing down here?"

"Oh, hey, I was practicing making vegan cookies for you actually. If the recipe was bad, I didn't want you to be stuck with gross cookies. Wanna try one?" You asked holding out the plate.

He took one, examining both sides before biting it. His eyes got wide and you suddenly became nervous that you had messed up.

"Its delicious," he said mouth half full, before devouring the rest of the cookie. You laughed, relieved you hadn't just poisoned your friend. You tried one yourself and were pretty impressed.

"Oh yea, I did good! Here, take the rest of the ones that are done," you said handing him the plate.

"Really?"

"Yea, I told you I made them for you! I'm gonna keep the last half dozen that are in the oven right now though. They're too good to pass up."

"Thanks," he replied with a bashful smile before continuing on his rounds. He really appreciated the gesture, as most people didn't bother to make him treats due to his strict dietary restrictions. He spent the rest of the night thinking about how special you made him feel.

Valentine's Day arrived cold and grey like most February days. When you dragged yourself out of bed, you saw an envelope had been slipped under your door. You flipped on the light to read it, but didn't recognize the handwriting on the front.

You opened it up and it was a card with a cartoon drawing of Princess Leia that read "Bold, Brave, Strong". Flipping it open, you saw it had said "The galaxy needs more Valentines like you" but the words “the galaxy” were crossed off and it was edited to read “I need more Valentines like you”. It was signed by Andy.

You couldn't help to grin the rest of the morning looking forward to when you were gonna meet up with him to decorate for the party. You arrived before Andy and started putting up the perfectly destroyed decorations and setting out the food.

“Hey,” you heard Andy say behind you. You turned around and found him smiling sheepishly.

“Hey,” you smiled at him. “I got your card. Thank you.”

“I mean it, you’re awesome,” he said crossing the room and closing the distance between you. You glanced down at his lips then back up into his eyes.

“Hey (YN), what time does the party start?” Your resident Megan asked from the doorway and Andy stepped aside and started busying himself with the food on the table.

“In about 30 minutes, remind the others!” You replied cheerfully, although you were irritated by the interruption.

You sorted out the rest of the snacks in silence and the residents started filing in. There wasn’t a huge turnout, but you weren’t too surprised. The trivia contest did get a bit heated and everyone was complimentary on the food you made. When the party was over, you and Andy started cleaning up at opposite ends of the room. You hadn’t said too much to each other since you were interrupted. You couldn’t take it much longer.

“Andy?”

“Yea?” He said turning around. You were holding up one of the vegan cookies, cut into the shape of a heart.

“Be my Valentine?”

He didn’t respond, instead he took the cookie, and set it on a plate and then grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, lips crashing together.

“Hey (YN), I was won… never mind” you heard Megan say from the doorway before you waved her off without breaking the kiss. There wasn’t much time left this Valentine’s Day, and nothing was going to stop you from spending it with Andy.

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Advent Calendar 2018

December 01 - Andy Hurley x Reader

December 02 - Mikey Way x Reader

December 03 - Pete Wentz x Reader

December 04 - Frank Iero x Reader

December 05 - Patrick Stump x Reader

December 06 - Ray Toro x Reader

December 07 - Joe Trohman x Reader

December 08 - Gerard Way x Reader

December 09 - Tyler Joseph x Reader

December 10 - Nicole Row x Reader

December 11 - Josh Dun x Reader

December 12 - Spencer Smith x Reader

December 13 - Ryan Seaman x Reader

December 14 - Brendon Urie x Reader

December 15 - Jon Walker x Reader

December 16 - Dallon Weekes x Reader

December 17 - Ryan Ross x Reader

December 18 - Joe Trohman x Reader

December 19 - Frank Iero x Reader

December 20 - Patrick Stump x Reader

December 21 - Ray Toro x Reader

December 22 - Pete Wentz x Reader

December 23 - Mikey Way x Reader

December 24 - Andy Hurley x Reader

December 25 - Gerard Way x Reader

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Weapons of Clairvoyance - Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Song recommendations for this chapter: “Dying in LA” by Panic! At The Disco, “Flicker, Fade” by Taking Back Sunday and “Twin Skeletons” by Fall Out Boy (the ~ indicates the song change)

The next morning you jolted awake. You grabbed your notebook off the floor and started scribbling notes.

‘Entrance is a tunnel in the forest, no people inside, burn it all = no more records. Gerard down.’ You shuddered writing that note. ‘Running, smoke, dark. Then something that didn’t fit at all, a tarot card, the death card.’ That was the last thing you saw before you woke up. You didn’t have a good feeling about that, but you wrote it down anyway since it was what you saw.

You quietly padded out of your room and peeked in Gerard’s room. The door was cracked and you could see a mess of red hair on the pillow, his bare back to you. You blushed and went downstairs to see Frank asleep face first on the couch. You smiled and continued into the kitchen. Quietly you poured some coffee and slipped out onto the back steps.

Sitting in the fall air, you felt chilly as it had cooled considerably in the two the days since you arrived. You really hoped to go home today, or at least to a store to get some clean items. You heard the backdoor close behind you and you glanced back to see it was Ray. He sat down next to you.

“Mornin,” he greeted you.

“Hey,” you replied.

“So you’re a real deal seer?” He asked quietly.

“So I’ve been told. I guess it checks out, I mean I’ve been seeing things in my dreams or I’ve always just known stuff somehow without actually learning it. I saw Gerard in my dreams before he showed up. I saw his Grandmother yesterday. It’s bizarre, but makes total sense at the same time. What about you, I heard you cast spells and make potions like some kind of wizard?”

“Yea, no special powers for me, just old fashioned hard work.” He replied. “All my stuff is downstairs here. They got all kinds of space compared to my tiny shitty apartment,” he laughed.

You laughed as well. “Yea this place is crazy huge and awesome.”

You and Ray kept chatting until Gerard came outside.

“Sorry to interrupt, but (YN) do you wanna go home and get some stuff?”

“Oh yea, that would be amazing,” you replied getting up and following Gerard inside, giving Ray a warm smile. You found him to be down to earth and easy to talk to. You hoped he might be willing to teach you a thing or two about casting spells.

“I guess Mikey flew over a while ago and texted to say nothing seems out of order at your place. We’ll still be careful,” he said as you got into his car.

“Have you gotten any word from Andy?”

“Not yet this morning, Mikey was gonna try to get in touch with him this morning. If he’s already paranoid though, it’s gonna be harder.”

“Yea I suppose he might be harder to convince than I was. Seeing is believing, and whatnot,” you said with a laugh.

Gerard smiled at you. “You get anything last night?”

Your face fell, recollecting on what you saw. “Oh yea,” you sighed. “I saw a tunnel in the woods, but nothing specific. Umm, smoke, fire destroying the facility, but no one was around for some reason. Umm,” you paused. “I think you might get hurt. I might get hurt too, but that’s the risk we run I suppose.”

Gerard glanced at you concerned. “Anything else?”

“No,” you lied. You were certain that whatever you saw relating to death was for you, not him and you didn’t want him to worry.

He glanced over again anyway, sensing there was something you weren’t telling him, but he decided not to press you right now.

“So I’ll try to be quick packing my stuff when we get there,” you said changing the subject.

“Oh yea, I was gonna do something before we got there,” Gerard said. When you looked back over at him, his hair was a little shorter and a golden blonde. “Just in case they think they know what I look like.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to not be jealous of that,” you laughed.

When you arrived at your house, you found your spare key and went in. Gerard did a sweep of the house and nothing looked out of order. The coffee mugs from the day Gerard appeared were still on your table, now stone cold. You pulled your luggage out of your closet and started loading clothes and belongings you couldn’t be without.

“Hey Gerard?” You called from your room, and he appeared in the doorway.

“Yea?”

“Can you look at my laptop and make sure it doesn’t look… messed with?” You said gesturing to the computer at the foot of your bed.

“Sure thing, Sugar” he said taking a seat at the foot of your bed, opening up the laptop and looking it over.

“You think my life will ever be back to normal? Like, back to living here in my regular life?”

“Would you want to go back to your old life?” He asked simply.

You paused at the question, your brow knitted as you thought. Did you really want that? Would that mean ending what was developing with Gerard? Did you really think you could ever go back to how your life was before you discovered your abilities?

"I just don't want to have to be running and hiding, looking over my shoulder that someone might snatch me up forever. I couldn't ask for a better group to get me used to all this though," you said with a smile to Gerard.

He smiled back. "I think it looks ok. You got everything?"

"I think so," you replied loading the laptop into the bag and zipping it shut. You then heard a vibrating.

"Its Mikey, he tracked down Andy and he wants us to go get him," Gerard said reading the text. "Oh and he's outside."

"Well let's go I guess," you said grabbing one bag and Gerard grabbed another before heading out. You took one last look around your place, unsure if you would ever see it again. You sure loved it this place, but it wasn't safe right now. Gerard was your safety now, and if his Grandmother was right, you were his as well.

Mikey was sitting on the hood of Gerard’s car when you lugged all of your stuff out. "Got everything?" He asked taking the bag from you.

"Almost literally," you replied.

"Let's go get him then," Mikey said.

You arrived at a park and found Andy on a bench under a tree, exactly as you pictured, with a duffel bag at his feet.

"You're Andy," you said tentatively.

"Yep, you must be the seer, and the other shapeshifter. And you're all gonna keep me from getting killed, right?"

"That's the plan," Gerard replied.

"Let's go, I'll explain everything on the way."

Once on the road back to the house Andy divulged everything he knew. He had been working for a large pharmaceutical company called Restoricom as a researcher for a few years. He explained that as a kid he had been able to communicate with animals, but at the same time he didn't know if he really even believed the messages he was receiving. He started at Restoricom after college because he was saving up money to get into veterinary school and heard they didn't use animals in their research, but after some upper level changes he became less sure that was true. That is when he started digging.

He found that there was an entire separate division that was actively suppressing alternative medicine developments that would make the treatments the main corporation was working on obsolete. These alternatives included the possibility of magic. When he last had access to their information, they were only starting to gather information on potential people with powers. He quit out of fear that his power may be uncovered and used against him, or the animals he sought to protect.

"That's why they took John and Mikey, they needed to do research on them, or get information out of them," you concluded. "But now more than anyone else, they're gonna want Ray, his ability to craft spells and potions would be beyond valuable to them, or detrimental depending on how you look at it."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"We'll have to keep him undercover at the house so we can keep an eye on him and keep him safe. I’m sure he can put a protective spell over the house as well," Gerard decided.

When you arrived at the house everyone unloaded the car.

"Should probably let Ray know what's going on," Gerard said.

"Can I come down too?" You asked. "I've never seen someone working on actual potions before."

"Yea sure, he won't mind," Gerard replied. Following him what was most striking to you was how well soundproofed the basement was because when the door opened loud music hit your ears.

"Hey man," Gerard shouted over the noise as he rounded the corner. Ray was at a workbench that was covered in notebooks, spell books, pens, glass jars and beakers.

"Quite the Breaking Bad vibe going on down here," you joked. “You sure everything is on the up and up?”

"They can't regulate what they don't believe in," Ray said with a laugh.

"That's just the thing," Gerard started and Ray turned to look at him with a very concerned expression.

"What's going on?"

"We think Restoricom is gonna come after you," Gerard replied.

"The pharmaceutical company? Really? Why?"

"Because you're capable of making cures for diseases that they don't want to cure," you explained.

"But again, they're a pharmaceutical company," Ray argued.

"And if everything is cured, especially by magic, they go out of business," Gerard said with a tone of disgust.

"That's fucked up," Ray said quietly. He looked like he was going to be ill. You and Gerard nodded silently.

"I think if you can cast some kind of cloaking spell on the house, we will all be better off. And it's probably best if you stay here until we can get this all figured out too." Gerard said matter of factly.

"Yea, sounds good. I'll start looking into the spell," Ray replied before turning back to his books.

You and Gerard made your way back upstairs and you noticed your bags were still by the door, but Andy and his bags were nowhere to be seen.

"Oh come on," you muttered when you realized what happened.

"What's wrong?" Frank asked from his spot on the couch, where he had barely moved from since he woke up a few hours before.

"I think my room just got taken," you said, turning to march up the stairs, but your way was blocked by Mikey was coming down. Mikey shot Gerard a wink and a smirk as he walked by him. Gerard shot him a look back to let him know he didn't need a setup, not like this.

"Come on," Gerard said picking up the bags and going up the stairs.

"But aren't all the spare rooms full?" You asked following him up. At the top of the stairs, he turned into his own room. "Gerard no, I can't put you out like that."

“(YN), I insist,” he said setting the bags down on the floor. “You need to sleep well so you can tell us what’s coming.”

“But I really don’t want you to have to sleep in a chair,” you paused. “I mean, I don’t mind sharing,” you said blushing and glancing down at your shoes.

Gerard tipped your chin up so you were looking him in the eye. “Whatever you want, Sugar,” he said with a smile and pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’ll let you get settled,” he said before stepping out.

Chapter 6

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