Fall Out Boy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I’d do him.” Fallon and I both turn to give her simultaneous looks of disgust. “What?” Shay laughs. “The bad boy thing totally works for me.” She waggles her eyebrows, adding, “and I bet those alphas are all growly and dominant in the bedroom.” “You have no idea,” Fallon smirks, taking a bite of her food. My cheeks heat in response to Shay’s vulgar comments. I stare down at my plate. “Ohhhkay,” Boyd groans. “Can we talk about something else now?”

beautiful moment I’m falling fast, I can't forget Over and over, your story's rewritten Unbreakable chain…. “Shut up Kayley!” One of the girls screams. “It’s my turn! You know I always sing Felix’s part! I’m Felix, I’m always Felix!” Felix takes a glance in their direction, laughing quietly. “If only they knew, right?” Felix whispers, smiling mischievously. “Yeah, if only,” I say, imagining him taking his mask off, and the crowd of crazed fangirls swarming him right here on the lawns, ripping me and everyone else in their way to shreds like a pack of hungry wolves under the twinkling fairy lights.

I walked with my hand in his fur holding tightly. Fallon's P.o.v When we came into the studio I went into the bathroom climbed into the tub and shifted back giving Trax back his form thought I was still in control. Getting out of the tub and dressing in relatively clean clothes I walked out to find Blair on the floor as she'd collapsed.

So she walked closer to Vangie and stopped at her side. “Oh,.... hi,” said Vangie, who paid Melody no attention. Melody had been flirting with Shaun, Vangie’s boyfriend and intended mate, but he wasn’t interested, not in the least. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” lied Vangie. All that she wanted to do was run a mile whenever she saw Melody. Every time Vangie saw Melody she had flashbacks from when she was flirting with Shaun at one of the festivities, right in front of her.

It wasn't until Mark started boarding school in the city that Fiona decided to use the second floor as Mark's room on weekends when Mark was out of school. "They think we're a couple." Before lying down, Harper sat for a moment on the edge of the bed and scanned Alex's body slightly sleeping with his back to her, facing Heidi. The man's body looked very sturdy from where she sat, still the same as she always remembered in her head. Alex's body has always kept its own comfort for her. Especially if used for coiling. Oh, God! She would go crazy if she kept thinking about it. "What do you think?"

She suggested. My face dropped. " Talk to him babe, be honest." She told me. "I will try." I whispered. "Rosh nightmares are back. I can't sleep." I confessed. "I understand" we hugged and sat in silence. We talked a lot about everything, she made me vodka soda, perks of been Rosh's bestie, and maggie to munch on. We talked about dhruv's new fling, nude shoot of heroine, new pet dog of our old friend, her crush's cat, and everything.

Zane: Sometimes, I think, he's still the scared little boy who was abandoned by his sisters and dropped off in foster care when the love of his life died. I gasped. Fallon: I had no idea. I'm so sorry. Zane: Everyone's sorry. It doesn't change the fact that it happened. Fallon: I know. Zane: Tomorrow. Don't forget. And if you don't bring marshmallows, I'm eating you. Your choice.

My heart stopped, and as I fell, an overwhelming feeling of disappointment washed over me. The night had barely begun and I was already falling, in front of everyone. Just as I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the fall, a hand closed around my arm, pulling me, stopping me from meeting an embarrassment feat. The room spun back into place and I looked up. Kian's hand was still gripping my elbow, his jaw was clenched and that lazy grin was completely gone. I do not know how long we both remained there, not speaking. Then a camera flashed.

More real. *Thanks for today. You made it bearable.* *That's what fake boyfriends are for.* *You're not fake.* *No. I'm not.* I stopped scrolling at Easter. The day everything changed. *I think I'm falling for you.* *You think?* *Okay. I know. I know I'm falling for you.* *Good. Because I already fell.* My chest tightened. I locked my phone. Shoved it in my pocket. Started walking again.

Terror consumed me whole. At eighteen, those two pink lines weren’t just a test, they were a death sentence for every dream I’d ever had. My future, the one I’d barely started sketching out, shattered into irreparable pieces. And Denver? The boy who’d sworn I was his forever? He was gone. Vanished. Leaving me to face this nightmare alone. The fear was suffocating, like drowning in slow motion while the world kept spinning without me. I was wrecked. Utterly, hopelessly wrecked.