Oh my god motherfuckers!
Barack Obama won! :D
This is a historic moment in time!
I am beyond thrilled, even though I don't live in the US, I wanted that man to win!
PRESIDENT OBAMA!!!

Damn, jealousy is not a good look for me.
I need to stop feeling so concerned for him, I just don't want his heart getting broken.
God damn, why does he hurt me so much!?
I need sleep.
Fuck this shit.
Just kill me now

Title: The Mask
Author: shellxfobxfan
Rating:Pg-13, I think
Pairing:Ryden, Joncer, Brencer, and Rywalk
POV:3rd
Summary:He never thought it could happen, but finally, he has found a friend, maybe even more

Disclaimer:100% FAKE
Author Notes:Thank you to everyone who reads :)
Warnings: Self harm, Abuse

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Link to the new TAI... video, About a Girl
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Title: The Mask
Author: shellxfobxfan
Rating:Pg-13, I think
Pairing:Ryden, Joncer, Brencer, and Rywalk
POV:3rd
Summary:He never thought it could happen, but finally, he has found a friend, maybe even more

Disclaimer:100% FAKE
Author Notes:Thank you to everyone who reads :)
Warnings: Self harm, Abuse

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Title: The Mask
Author:shellxfobxfan
Rating:Pg-13, I think
Pairing: Ryden, Joncer, Brencer, and Ryan/Jon
POV: 3rd
Summary:He never thought it could happen, but finally, he has found a friend, maybe even more
Disclaimer: 100% FAKE
Author Notes:Thank you to everyone who reads :)
Warnings: Self harm, Abuse

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( Part 8 )

Taken from ivesia19
I want to know 36 things about you, if your on my F list :P Go!

( 36 Things about you )

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you walk into Brendon’s and your bedroom.

You were blissfully happy as you walked home. You were optimistic as you skipped merrily along the road, humming the tune to Three little birds by Bob Marley, but now, your world is being destroyed with every second.

Your body freezes and even though you want to run, you can’t. Your feet are glues to the floor and you really don’t want to watch this, but somehow, your eyes can’t seem to tear themselves away from the sight before you, and memories come rushing back.

Your eyes lock with Brendon’s when he finally notices you. If only for a few seconds you look into his hazel eyes and see the happiness that you crave.

You want that, him, more than anything in the world and now its official. You know you just can’t have him.

Brendon moans loudly, waking you from your trance, and his hands fist Spencer’s hair, gripping on like it’s the only thing that can save him. No one can save you. Worthless and pathetic, pining over your best friend. Your weak…oh so incredibly weak.

A short while later, you find yourself in that white walled room again, back to the bath tub, rocking back and forth slightly.

You thought you knew the worst pain in the world, but you were terribly wrong. This is worse than any pain your father may have given you, this pain is internal, the pain he forced upon you was only skin deep.

With every heartbeat, you wonder even more, if there is even a point to your life. If you are here to make a difference, or if your just here to get in the way?

You reach for the smooth, cool blade, and you know it’s wrong, but you can’t help it, your addicted.

The metal drags across your pale, white skin, and you realise this is a habit that you don’t wish to break.

The scarlet droplets begin to trickle along your arm and the liquid spills onto the squeaky clean, white tiles with a drip.

You smile as the blood hits the floor, and you think that red and white look really good together, just like you and Brendon, if you had took a chance.



“Ryan, come on get up, we’ve got to go soon!”

You groggily open your eyes, but clamp them shut again when the bright light enters the room.

You see Brendon’s angelic face hovering over you and for a second, you forget the events that occurred only last night. But then it all hits you again, you feel sick to the stomach and you know that it’s not going to be a good day for you. Your mental health is spiralling downwards, and you don’t know what to do.

“Come on Ryan, move it!” he says, moving away to finish getting himself ready for school. You groan, but get up anyway. You trudge over to your closet and pull out your clothes for the day.

“I’m taking a shower” you inform him, and he hums, then says “Hurry up, were picking up Spencer too.” You stomach lurches hearing his name, but then you remember what Jon said to you last night, and your calm, you can do this, you can pretend everything’s alright.

You look into his coffee coloured eyes and say smoothly, “Cool, I’m going to meet Jon anyway”

You watch as his mouth drops open slightly and he looks at you as if you’ve grown two heads. “You what?” he says, shocked

“I, Ryan Ross am going to meet my friend, Jon Walker, and walk to school with him” you explain carefully.

He still stares mouth open, “Again, what? Why Ryan? After all the things he’s said and done”

You smirk and look him in the eye “Brendon, if you had been paying attention to me, you would have noticed I was with him last night, in fact I’ve been with him all week, we had lots of fun” you say suggestively “but you obviously don’t care enough to notice so its cool, see you later” you say and wave, walking out of the bedroom, smiling to yourself, wondering what’s now going on in Brendon’s head.

You walk up to the bright red door, taking deep breaths. You knock lightly, but just enough for someone to hear it. Your scared of Jon, and what he’ll say, you turning up at 8.15 in the morning, to walk him to school.

You look up when the door opens and you see a fresh faced Jon walker smiling straight at you. “Ryan, hey! What are you doing here?” he says cheerfully

“Um...I-I was wondering if you wanted to walk to school with me?” you say quickly

Jon beams and nods his head “Sure Ry, I’ll just grab my bag” he says, and wanders of in the direction of his living room.

When he returns, he gives you a quick hug, he can probably sense that you need it.

“Thanks Walker” you mumble into his chest. “What are friends for?” he smirks when you pull away. “Oh and by the way I have a plan”

You frown, but then realise what he’s talking about. “Oh really Walker, what’s the plan my friend?”

He smirks, quirks an eyebrow and leans closer to your ear “Jealousy” he whispers, and yes, you get it.

Jon explains more to his plan on the walk to school and you listen and this actually sounds like a good idea.

“…and that’s how I plan to get our men” he says nodding triumphantly

“You know, you’re not as stupid as you look Walker” you say grinning at him

“Thank- HEY!” he says in realisation poking at your arm.

You giggle and Jon does too. You’ve found a new best friend.

Summer break is finally over and once again as you enter the cruel school gates, you’re curling back into your shell, suddenly afraid of everyone around you. Memories flash back as you walk along the crowded corridors, people shoving you here and there, and you keep seeing his face grinning evilly at you. It’s all too much and as soon as there is a door, you’re out.

You run straight across the parking lot, panting heavily, everything becomes a blur as teardrops fill your eyes.

You shakily find your way to a wooden bench, and carefully place yourself down onto it. Your lip trembles and you try to fight back tears, but the river wants to run free, so you do what you can, which is let the pools of water drop down.

“Ryan,…is that you?” you look up to see one of the people that make every day hell for you.

Jon Walker.

“Ryan what’s up? Hmm?” Jon’s voice is smooth and flawless, except for the slight lisp that Ryan had never noticed until now.

“No offence Jon, but I wouldn’t tell you, even if you were the last person on earth.”

Jon looked hurt as Ryan’s words hit him. “But why Ryan, what have I done?”

“You seriously can’t remember last semester?” Ryan asked quizzically, cocking an eyebrow.

“Oh, that err…yeah…” Jon stumbled over his words, trying to tread carefully with Ryan. “Yeah…I um, I want to say that I’m sorry for all the things I did to you Ryan, they weren’t right, I did a lot of growing up over the summer and I realised how much I hurt you, I don’t expect you to forgive me, just so you know”

And Ryan is surprised, Jon seems to be genuinely apologetic, which is very unusual for the older boy.

“I do forgive you Jon, but don’t expect me to welcome you with open arms just yet, you need to gain my trust.”

Jon smiles at you warmly, and puts a hand out for you. “Deal?” he says, and you stare at his hand for a moment, contemplating your decision, before grabbing the large hand and lightly shaking it. “Deal” you agree.

You don’t know how it happens, but a week later, you are in Jon’s room bawling your eyes out to him. “I hate seeing them together Jon, when they hug or kiss, or even just hold hands, its like a knife stabbing into my heart, I hate feeling like this Jon, why do I feel so jealous?”

“Because, Ryan” Jon says pulling you closer and beginning to rub circles into your back, “You love him, you can’t help who you fall in love with Ry, it‘s okay”

This seems to calm you slightly and your sobs become shallow and less frequent, you start to feel slightly better.

“Besides Ry, your not the only one who feels like this.”

You quickly break free of his grasp and turn to look into his eyes. You notice that they are glazed over, and then like a speeding train, it hits you.

“You love Spencer don’t you?” Jon’s eyes suddenly go wide and he gulps loudly.

“Of course not Ryan, don’t be silly” he says, shifting his gaze to the floor.

“Don’t lie to me Jon, I can see it in your eyes, you like him don’t you?” you say, calmly, waiting for any type of reaction he may give you.

“Okay, fine, I admit it, I love him, but I‘m very good at pretending I don‘t” he says quietly and obviously defeated

“What was that Jon? I didn’t quite her you?”

“I said I love him okay? I love Spencer James Smith the fifth!” he shouted, quickly covering his mouth afterwards, you smirk at him, you feel so much better already. “See what you made me do Ryan? This is your fault” he says poking you in the side, you giggle and smile at him, and yes, you are really beginning to bond with Jon Jacob Walker, something you thought would never happen.

Title: The Mask - Part 3
Author: shellxfobxfan
Rating: PG-13 I guess
Pairing: Ryden(Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie), possible Joncer(Jon/Spencer)
POV: 3rd
Summary: He never thought it could happen, but finally, he has found a friend, maybe even more
Disclaimer: Totally fake! I own nothing but the plot
Author Notes: Another chapter! Thanks for all the wonderful comments! :D
Warnings: abuse


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He stood up and quickly wiped his eyes, the tears had finally stopped after ten whole minutes of sobbing heavily onto his knees. He sighed and began to peel off his clothes, turning the shower on and waiting for the water to heat.

He smiled as he stepped in, letting the scalding water cascade down his body. He washed his hair with the citrus shampoo that Mrs. Urie buys. Usually he had his own stuff that smelt of vanilla, but he ran out and hadn’t had a chance to get more. So now he smells like Brendon.

His eyes look tired after the little sleep, or lack of thereof he got last night.

My face looks hideous, I am repulsive he thinks why would anyone date me? I’m so obese - when in reality, Ryan is as thin as a dime.

His hand is bloody and he realises what he’s done. He smashed the mirror. There is a throbbing pain at his knuckles and he thanks god that he already decided to get dressed. His eyes wander over the red liquid oozing from the wound. Ryan has discovered his new weakness.

Blood.

“Ryan, are you okay?” his soft voice rings through the wooden door and Ryan wants nothing more than to tell him the truth, but he can’t bring himself to even open the door, let alone confess the secret he has been hiding.

“I’m fine Brendon,” he whispers, just loud enough for Brendon to hear him.

“No your not Ryan, I can tell, please let me in…” Ryan can tell Brendon’s worried, his knuckles have stopped bleeding, so he opens the door a crack to see Brendon staring at him, brown pools absorbing him.

“Ry, let me in please.” he pleads, his eyes dragging you in.

“Fine…” you open the door and he slips in closing the wood behind him.

He looks around at the tiny shards of glass displayed over the floor and then lets his gaze wander to you, meeting your eyes with a shocked expression.

“R…Ryan, what happened?” he asks slowly, stuttering as if he doesn’t even want to know, he’s disgusted with you, you can tell.

“Punched the mirror…” you reply feebly, quickly glancing up to him, then back down to your socked feet.

“Ry, you idiot” he says and before you know it, you’re wrapped in his arms, where nothing in the world can touch you.

“I…I’m s…sorry B-Brendon” you stutter as your eyes fill with more unshed tears.

“Shhh…it’s okay…everything’s fine” and for a moment, you actually believe his comforting words. He strokes your hair lightly as your tears spill onto his chest. Maybe, just maybe this is the type of therapy that you need.

Before you know it, Brendon is kneeling in front of you with a damp cloth, wiping the beautiful blood away from your wound. You wince as the water collides, stinging your skin.

“Your okay” Brendon says as he lifts a hand up to cup your cheek. You want to say, but obviously don’t, no, I’m not okay, I’m broken and I need you to fix me

Title: The Mask
Author: shellxfobxfan
Rating: PG-13 I guess
Pairing: Ryden(Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie), possible Joncer(Jon/Spencer)
POV: 3rd
Summary: He never thought it could happen, but finally, he has found a friend, maybe even more
Disclaimer: Totally fake! I own nothing but the plot
Author Notes: Okay, I wrote the first part a long time ago and until now, I've had no bright ideas, but hey what do you know? Another chapter! :D
Warnings: abuse

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It’s four months after Ryan moved in with Brendon and his family. They have a lot of rules in their house. Ryan is used to doing whatever he wants to, whenever he wants to, only because his father didn’t care, but no, now things have changed for him.
It’s nine in the evening and Ryan sits on his bed, which is conveniently in the same room as Brendon’s, waiting for that said boy to bounce up the stairs.

When it hits 11pm, Ryan’s eyelids begin to feel droopy, like a cloud of fog is sweeping over. Just as he is on the verge of sleep atop his soft mattress, Brendon finally returns.”

“OhmygodRyan!” he squeals, obviously happy “guess what, guess what?!” he screams. Ryan doesn’t have a chance to speak before Brendon is babbling about some boy named Spencer. He doesn’t really take anything in until Brendon says, until one sentence straight in the heart, “He’s my boyfriend!”
A few minutes later and Brendon is still babbling away whilst changing into his pyjamas.
“Oh my god Ryan, he’s just so perfect and he really cares about me, I think I love him!”
Ryan’s not listening in the slightest. It hurts him to hear about Spencer, because yes, you guessed it. He is in love with his best friend.

Brendon falls asleep with a smile on his lips straight after he has finished rambling about Spencer, which isn’t until one in the morning. Ryan doesn’t sleep at all. Instead he watches the beautiful boy with the dark brown hair, smile every so often in his peaceful sleep.

It’s 10am and Ryan has dark heavy bags under his eyes from a lack of sleep. Ryan always thought he was incapable of loving somebody. That was until he met Brendon. That said boys eyes were slowly fluttering open, adjusting to the bright light. Ryan thought he looked beautiful, with his messy bed hair and lazy smile. Ryan had fallen hard and fast, for a boy who could now, never love him back, at least not in the way Ryan wanted him to.

“Good morning, Ryan” He jumps, startled at the sound of Brendon’s voice filled with energy, which is no surprise to Ryan. Brendon’s voice is warm too, but Ryan feels nothing but numbness with an ice cold heart. So, not looking at his best friend, bitterly he replies “What’s so great about it, Spencer coming to see you?” he quickly gets out of bed, grabs some clothes form his dresser and stalks off to the bathroom. He’s close to breaking point and they’ve only been dating less than twenty-four hours.

Ryan broke down as soon as the bathroom door was shut and locked. He slid down the wall sobbing. Tears were making his eyes red and puffy, he had never felt this much hate for anyone except his father, for numerous reasons.
I was stupid to think Brendon might love me, I’m worthless, no one will ever want me.
His heart shattered, pounding against his ribcage, his head throbbed sending a harsh pulse against his skull. The one thing that could make him feel better, was also the one that was hurting him. Even though Ryan was upset and slightly angry with Brendon, he couldn’t help but to long for his touch, his arms wrapped around him. But right now Ryan was alone, and broken on the linoleum floor.

		I will marry Brendon Urie.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Las Vegas in our fabulous House.
		We will have 2 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Purple Honda Civic.
		I will spend my days as a Singer , and live happily ever after.

Title: In the above entitled actions we find the defendant...
Author: shellxfobxfan
Rating: don’t know, the lowest one?
Pairing: Peterick
POV: 3rd
Summary:. Pete is in the dock
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events or locales
Authors Note: Posted this a long time ago and I thought maybe someone might like it here.

As he stood in the dock awaiting his fate he felt the anger rising up inside him his blood boiling like fire. Who could have done this ? Who could have killed the person closest to him - except Patrick- and then framed him ? Why ? He thought of the cold, lonely, meaningless life he would face in prison if he was found guilty, one without Patrick. He remembered Patrick's final words to him before going to the stand - "Broken down on memory lane alone together alone"
He looked over at Patrick who was staring into space obviously deep in thought. Pete smiled for a moment thinking of all the good times he had with Patrick, all the hugs and onstage kisses, how Pete wished he could tell Patrick his true feelings.
Pete looked up as the judge and jury re-entered the room. He took a deep breath trying to prepare himself for the verdict still to come. An icy shiver was sent down his spine as he thought of Patrick once again. He glanced over at Trick who now had his eyes fixated on the judge praying for the best. The look on the judges face was cold and icy he then sighed and sat down.
The next few words were a blur as he thought of his family, friends, and band members, but most of all Patrick his little Lunchbox.
"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III the jury finds you......." the suspense was killing Pete and Patrick, you could see it in their eyes, "Not Guilty!"
Pete jumped out of his seat and over the rail to where Patrick was waiting with a smile that could kill.
"Congratulations Pete!! "
"Oh My God Patrick! I was thinking about how much I would miss you if I had went to prison and I actually realised that I cant live without you! I love you so much!"
Patrick was in shock he didn’t think it was possible that his best friend, whom he loved, actually loved him back. That moment Pete pressed his lips onto Patrick’s, he loved him and couldn’t be without him for a second so Patrick kissed him back.
They pulled apart and Pete heard Patrick whisper "I love you too" as they walked out hand in hand