being an examination of the literary achievements of an emo band (fob, pete/patrick)
Title: Being An Examination Of The Literary Achievements Of An Emo Band.
Authors: apiphile & groaty.
Rating: PG.
Fandom: Bandom.
Pairing(s)/character(s): Pete/Patrick-y bits.
Notes: Exactly. (Also, in this vein, we have also written The Used text-fic, linked here for your convenience)!
Summary: FOB only have themselves to blame for this.
Fuck you and give back my laptop. This isn't even funny. It will never be funny. It doesn't matter how much you laugh about it outside my room. It is not funny. Jerks.
- Patrick.
Whoever put the egg in my bed can seriously die.
- Andy.
PETE'S FLAT IRON IS NOT A TOY UNLESS PETE IS USING IT AS ONE. DO NOT MAKE PETE LEAVE THIRD PERSON NOTES ON THE FRIDGE DOOR. IT MAKES HIM LOOK LIKE A CRAZY PERSON. PETE DEMANDS THAT HE IS BROUGHT BOUGHT A NEW FLAT IRON OR HE WILL DO SOMETHING TERRIBLE AS SOON AS HE CAN REMEMBER WHICH WAY YOUR ROOMS ARE. I KNOW WHO IT WAS.
- PETEPETEPETE. WHOSE FLAT IRON YOU PUT IN THE TOILET.
Not everything that happens in this band happens on purpose you fuckhead. Also those trainers were new. NEW.
- Patrick.
i didn't say Dirty could borrow my t-shirt. Whoever did is in for a world of hurt.
- PETE
PS: Hurt and t-shirt rhyme.
MORE MILK.
- Joe.
MORE DEODORENT JOE
- Joe.
MORE POST-ITS
- Joe.
LESS WEED.
- Patrick.
MORE WEED.
- Joe.
LESS FUCKING NOTES.
- PETE.
Seriously I mean it about the eggs. Stop that.
- Andy.
Wow, thanks so much for leaving my shoes outside. Now they are full of dog piss. I really hope you get flu and die, you prick.
- Patrick.
Wow thanks so much for WISHING DEATH ON ME just because I made a simple mistake, asshole.
- Joe.
"ASSHOLE" = def. someone who leaves my shoes outside in a storm.
- Patrick.
GET A SENSE OF PROPORSHUN.
- Joe.
GET A DICTIONARY.
- Patrick.
Would both of you get a fucking telephone and stop turning the fridge door into a fucking war zone?
- Andy.
>:( STOP FIGHTING.
- pete. PS: I have mono stay away from my toothbrush.
Pete. Patrick. Guys. I know you are like lifemates or some shit but you need to keep it down sometimes because you know people need to fucking sleep occasionally even if you don't and seriously, it sounds like porn in there. Stop it.
- Joe.
ADD TO HOUSE RULES:
1. No wet willies.
2. No REVERSE wet willies.
3. Pete, I know EXACTLY what you're thinking and if it gets anywhere near my ear I will destroy you and everything you hold dear, starting with your hoodies.
- Patrick.
P.S. You owe me at least ten boxes of q-tips.
I'd like to hold you, dear Patrick.
- xo
Please no flirting on the fridge, you're putting me off food.
- Joe.
Like anything can stop your never ending munchies, you fucking locust.
- Patrick.
YEAH JOE, STOP EATING MY FUCKING CEREAL.
- Peter.
Fuck you, I wouldn't eat that crap. My munchies are of sophisticated tastes and wants, unlike PATRICK'S (YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?). Like right now I want banana pudding. UR MOM
- Joe.
STOP GETTING PATRICK STONED THEN.
- Peterpan.
STOP BLAMING ME FOR EVERYTHING THEN.
- Joe.
I love you ♥ Peter Pan you are beautiful and I am so glad we're in a band together you are the dude of my heart. ♥ You make me see music. ♥ I love Fall Out Boy. ♥ I love pancakes. I love music. I love GarageBand. ♥ I love Pete's cereal. I love everything.
- Patrick ♥ ♥ ♥
NEVER EVER STOP GETTING PATRICK STONED PLEASE.
- xo ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Pete stop RAPING Patrick's FACE with your TONGUE in PUBLIC.
- Joe.
IT'S NOT RAPE IT'S TRUE LOVE.
- Pete.
DUDES. STOP RAPING MY MIND WITH THOSE MENTAL IMAGES.
- Andy.
LESS RAPE.
- Patrick.
MORE TONGUE.
- Pete.
MORE TONGUE.
- Patrick ♥ ♥ ♥
PS MAN I HAD TO WRITE THIS SO MANY TIMES I EVEN HAD MY GLASSES BUT I COULDN’T SEE ANYTHING IT WAS SO HARD WHAT THE FUCK JOE HOW DO YOU DO IT I LOVE YOU ♥ ♥ XXXXXXX
MORE WEED.
- peter peter patrick eater XD
who was supposed to be paying the heating bill? because i don't know if any of you guys noticed but we got cut off this morning. you know how i know? because it is FUCKING COLD and i think my dick fell off in the shower.
- peterpan with icicles on.
Well that explains the girly screaming.
- Joe.
Pete not that I mean to be judgmental but YOU WERE MEANT TO PAY THE HEATING BILL.
- Patrick.
STFU STONER.
- petepetepete
WILL YOU SHUT UP ABOUT THAT.
- Patrick.
the first step is admitting you have a problem, 'ricky.
- Peteypete's frozen toes. xxx
I ADMIT I HAVE A PROBLEM IT IS CALLED PETER LEWIS KINGSTON WENTZ AND IT DIDN'T PAY THE HEATING BILL.
- Patrick.
Hi guys I paid the heating. Shut up fighting on the fridge now. You're giving me sadness when I go for cookie doh. cookie doh is not ment to make sadness.
- Joe.
God forbid I should interfere with your munchies.
- Patrick.
LESS FIGHTING U GUYS.
- Joe.
LESS HATE MOAR LUV
- Pete.
PS: AND BY LOVE I MEAN BLOWJOBS.
Mental images. This is the last time I do your grocery shopping for you.
Assholes.
- Andy.
WHAT?????????????
- Joe.
YES:
I HAVE YOUR FRIDGE.
YOU CAN HAVE IT BACK WHEN YOU ASSHOLES LEARN TO GET ALONG.
- Andy.
Authors: apiphile & groaty.
Rating: PG.
Fandom: Bandom.
Pairing(s)/character(s): Pete/Patrick-y bits.
Notes: Exactly. (Also, in this vein, we have also written The Used text-fic, linked here for your convenience)!
Summary: FOB only have themselves to blame for this.
Fuck you and give back my laptop. This isn't even funny. It will never be funny. It doesn't matter how much you laugh about it outside my room. It is not funny. Jerks.
- Patrick.
Whoever put the egg in my bed can seriously die.
- Andy.
PETE'S FLAT IRON IS NOT A TOY UNLESS PETE IS USING IT AS ONE. DO NOT MAKE PETE LEAVE THIRD PERSON NOTES ON THE FRIDGE DOOR. IT MAKES HIM LOOK LIKE A CRAZY PERSON. PETE DEMANDS THAT HE IS BROUGHT BOUGHT A NEW FLAT IRON OR HE WILL DO SOMETHING TERRIBLE AS SOON AS HE CAN REMEMBER WHICH WAY YOUR ROOMS ARE. I KNOW WHO IT WAS.
- PETEPETEPETE. WHOSE FLAT IRON YOU PUT IN THE TOILET.
Not everything that happens in this band happens on purpose you fuckhead. Also those trainers were new. NEW.
- Patrick.
i didn't say Dirty could borrow my t-shirt. Whoever did is in for a world of hurt.
- PETE
PS: Hurt and t-shirt rhyme.
MORE MILK.
- Joe.
MORE DEODORENT JOE
- Joe.
MORE POST-ITS
- Joe.
LESS WEED.
- Patrick.
MORE WEED.
- Joe.
LESS FUCKING NOTES.
- PETE.
Seriously I mean it about the eggs. Stop that.
- Andy.
Wow, thanks so much for leaving my shoes outside. Now they are full of dog piss. I really hope you get flu and die, you prick.
- Patrick.
Wow thanks so much for WISHING DEATH ON ME just because I made a simple mistake, asshole.
- Joe.
"ASSHOLE" = def. someone who leaves my shoes outside in a storm.
- Patrick.
GET A SENSE OF PROPORSHUN.
- Joe.
GET A DICTIONARY.
- Patrick.
Would both of you get a fucking telephone and stop turning the fridge door into a fucking war zone?
- Andy.
>:( STOP FIGHTING.
- pete. PS: I have mono stay away from my toothbrush.
Pete. Patrick. Guys. I know you are like lifemates or some shit but you need to keep it down sometimes because you know people need to fucking sleep occasionally even if you don't and seriously, it sounds like porn in there. Stop it.
- Joe.
ADD TO HOUSE RULES:
1. No wet willies.
2. No REVERSE wet willies.
3. Pete, I know EXACTLY what you're thinking and if it gets anywhere near my ear I will destroy you and everything you hold dear, starting with your hoodies.
- Patrick.
P.S. You owe me at least ten boxes of q-tips.
I'd like to hold you, dear Patrick.
- xo
Please no flirting on the fridge, you're putting me off food.
- Joe.
Like anything can stop your never ending munchies, you fucking locust.
- Patrick.
YEAH JOE, STOP EATING MY FUCKING CEREAL.
- Peter.
Fuck you, I wouldn't eat that crap. My munchies are of sophisticated tastes and wants, unlike PATRICK'S (YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?). Like right now I want banana pudding. UR MOM
- Joe.
STOP GETTING PATRICK STONED THEN.
- Peterpan.
STOP BLAMING ME FOR EVERYTHING THEN.
- Joe.
I love you ♥ Peter Pan you are beautiful and I am so glad we're in a band together you are the dude of my heart. ♥ You make me see music. ♥ I love Fall Out Boy. ♥ I love pancakes. I love music. I love GarageBand. ♥ I love Pete's cereal. I love everything.
- Patrick ♥ ♥ ♥
NEVER EVER STOP GETTING PATRICK STONED PLEASE.
- xo ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Pete stop RAPING Patrick's FACE with your TONGUE in PUBLIC.
- Joe.
IT'S NOT RAPE IT'S TRUE LOVE.
- Pete.
DUDES. STOP RAPING MY MIND WITH THOSE MENTAL IMAGES.
- Andy.
LESS RAPE.
- Patrick.
MORE TONGUE.
- Pete.
MORE TONGUE.
- Patrick ♥ ♥ ♥
PS MAN I HAD TO WRITE THIS SO MANY TIMES I EVEN HAD MY GLASSES BUT I COULDN’T SEE ANYTHING IT WAS SO HARD WHAT THE FUCK JOE HOW DO YOU DO IT I LOVE YOU ♥ ♥ XXXXXXX
MORE WEED.
- peter peter patrick eater XD
who was supposed to be paying the heating bill? because i don't know if any of you guys noticed but we got cut off this morning. you know how i know? because it is FUCKING COLD and i think my dick fell off in the shower.
- peterpan with icicles on.
Well that explains the girly screaming.
- Joe.
Pete not that I mean to be judgmental but YOU WERE MEANT TO PAY THE HEATING BILL.
- Patrick.
STFU STONER.
- petepetepete
WILL YOU SHUT UP ABOUT THAT.
- Patrick.
the first step is admitting you have a problem, 'ricky.
- Peteypete's frozen toes. xxx
I ADMIT I HAVE A PROBLEM IT IS CALLED PETER LEWIS KINGSTON WENTZ AND IT DIDN'T PAY THE HEATING BILL.
- Patrick.
Hi guys I paid the heating. Shut up fighting on the fridge now. You're giving me sadness when I go for cookie doh. cookie doh is not ment to make sadness.
- Joe.
God forbid I should interfere with your munchies.
- Patrick.
LESS FIGHTING U GUYS.
- Joe.
LESS HATE MOAR LUV
- Pete.
PS: AND BY LOVE I MEAN BLOWJOBS.
Mental images. This is the last time I do your grocery shopping for you.
Assholes.
- Andy.
WHAT?????????????
- Joe.
YES:
I HAVE YOUR FRIDGE.
YOU CAN HAVE IT BACK WHEN YOU ASSHOLES LEARN TO GET ALONG.
- Andy.