Fall Out Boy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I finally managed to say. "Ohh...we apologize for the disturbance. Beethoven is just too exquisite to be listened through earbuds don't you think?" The boy smiled at me, taking a spoonful of the strawberry and banana cereal. "We'll turn it down so you can rest." the bigger guy said and with that, they shut the door in my face. I return back to my house on the other side of the street dazed, completely at a loss for words yet disappointed. How can someone that hot and someone that cute be gay?

**Rowan (voice low, eyes on hands):** “I meant it. Back there, in the ice. When I said… the one I’m falling for. I’ve been falling for a while. Just… too scared to admit.” Kayo’s breath catches again. Ears twitch up. Tails flare warmer—gold flickering soft. **Kayo (voice trembling slight, honest):** “I heard. Scared me more than the Matriarch ever could. Because… I’ve been falling too. Chaos and fire don’t leave room for soft things.

Deep within in it I could see understanding, but I could also see a deep-rooted pain that left me feeling like the biggest piece of shit to exist. "Fallon," I whisper, placing my hand on her still-too-cold cheek. "I’ll only do it if you mark me first." I knew that maybe I was asking too much, but after everything I had done to her, I felt that this was necessary. I didn’t want her walking around with my mark without having hers on me too. "How sweet!" Tyson chuckles, soliciting a growl from the big brute. "Isn’t young love wonderful?" "Is this really the proper situation for this bullshit?" the big brute counters "My daughter's life is on the line, and this asshole is dragging his feet."

Florence choked on her words. Her tears were now falling down her face like a cascade; all her feelings and emotions escaping her without any control. He had found out. “How—” she murmured. “I found the test in the trash.” Florence was shocked, not sure of what to think. Scott’s expression was more than clear to her now. She had hurt him. Now more than any other time before.

It was one of a pair—one looked like him, and the other like me. We'd each taken the toy that looked like the other. At the time, he'd said that it was a way for us to curb our longing for each other. Now, it seemed it was all he would have left. The toy he held was the one that looked like me. I'd lost the one that looked like him, so I'd stolen his instead. Marcus looked at the stuffed toy, and a few tears leaked out of his dry eyes again. He rubbed the stuffed toy before pausing and pulling out a piece of paper from its shirt.

I asked. *The chemistry teacher. Layla. She was sent to get something from our house. She made him fall for her, and now, he's going crazy. He was probably thinking when the accident happened.* he explained. Damien fell in love? I mean, Damien is in love? Damien is known for playing with girls' hearts. Now that he fell in love, someone broke his heart. Karma. But still, he's my friend. Anyone who hurts my friends, they've hurts me too.

The boy stood alone now, the fang gone. His form flickered back to a child, then a teen, then back again__unstable and trembling. Freya stepped forward slowly. “What did you choose?” He looked at her, tears filled his glowing eyes. “I chose you,” he whispered. And then he fell, not asleep and not dead. Just… vanished like starlight swallowed by dawn. Freya collapsed to her knees, empty arms grasping the air. And I… I knelt beside her, held her and kissed her forehead, her hair and her scar.

Fallon I love bad ideas. Generally speaking, they tend to work out for me after a bit of trial and error. Take Zayn, for example. Did he specifically tell me not to go to KiloKilo? Yes. Did I go? Yep. Was it horrific? For a minute. Did I eventually convince him to fall in love with me? I would say so… which I hope is enough for him to eventually forgive me for this. “Don’t look down,” Stella shouts over the roar of the wind.

“Let's talk about all those things that we shouldn't talk about Those kind of words that would change all the things we talk about Tell me, do you ever think of us? Should I ask for more or should I stop? What if a tomorrow means that we are here together? What if we are taking chances just to lose it all? Am I really crazy thinking 'bout this all together? What if I've been missing the writing on the wall? What if I say I know, you know What if I told you I like you? We stay, we go What if I told you I like you? I know, you know What if I told you I like you? We stay, we go What if I told you I like you?” “I-I I have fallen for you.. C-Charlotte..” I confessed. She looked at me wide eyed an

Fallon shouted. I heard Cian and my girls laughing and the laughter drifting away. Traitors! See if I ever speak to them again. "Nice try, brat." I glared at him. "Oh, kitten, now you're just baiting me," he grinned and smacked my ass. Fallon was ruthless. He did, in fact, spank my ass again, and he kept me on the edge of orgasm FOREVER! Then he let us both go over together. We were snuggling in bed, and I was grinning against his cheek.