Title: You Clicked Your Heels And Wished For Me
Pairings: Urie/Valdés, Walker/Smith, Beckett/Saporta
P.O.V.: Third Person
Rating: up to NC-17 with little smoking breaks of P-G.
Warnings: Scandalous-ness, rowdy-ness, swearing, psychological stuff, Gabriel Saporta (yes that is a legit warning), sickeningly-sweet love scenes, blow-jobs, hand-jobs, sex, and ro-FLYING FUCKING MONKEYS!!!! Seriously. Are warnings really necessary if I tell you the rating is NC-17?
Disclaimer: None. Totally authentic, bona fide, valid, genuine non-fiction here. I was there, I witnessed it all, and I own not only Panic, Shane Valdés, Zack Hall, Mark Hoppus, Fall Out Boy, Cobra Starship, Black Gold, and The Academy Is…, but I also own the twenty-five foot tall inflatable wizard that Mikey Way aspired to own, James Brown’s ghost, and 34% of the Earth’s moon. I also own Mikey Way… and Alica…. and anything else that makes you understand that I’m lying and disclaimers are bullshit. Don’t fucking sue me. Title clearly belongs to me. Seriously, if you don’t know who it really belongs to, then you probably shouldn’t even be reading this.
Summary: They’re fuck-ups. They’re in a psych-ward. They meet. They fall in love. Read it.
Beta: losing_my_shit
Author’s notes: Sorry my chapter titles are in French???
Previously:
Chapiter Une |
Chapitre Deux |
Chapitres Trois et Quatre |
Chapitres Cinq et Six |
Chapitres Sept et Huit |
Chapitres Neuf, Dix, et Onze |
Chapitres Douze et Trieze( Will admits things to Gabe, Shane and Brendon get nasty. )