chicago punk scene

anonymous asked:

Peterick and Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes!!! :)

I actually wrote a short story inspired by Disloyal Order for a writing class. I read it as my midterm! You can read it here if you like (there are no genders in the story and a name is used only once). Anyway since I wrote that already, but I don’t wanna leave you hanging, I’m gonna try to go in a drastically different direction than might be expected from this song!

I’m a loose bolt of a complete machine
What a match, I’m half doomed and you’re semi-sweet

So boycott love
Detox just to retox
And I’d promise you anything for another shot at life
And perfect boys with their perfect lives
Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy


“A request… to fall?” Tiberius, Patrick’s supervisor gave the cupid a perplexed look. “You?”

Slowly, trying to assure himself as much as the older cupid in front of him, he nodded. “Yes.”

They stood staring at each other, the surprise and confusion in Tiberius’ expression gaining disappointment. Patrick tried his best to ignore it, he needed to stay firm. Decided to fall from grace to become human was not something to take lightly.

“Patrick, you know falling for an assignment is most unorthodox.”

The cupid gave a grim smile to his superior. “There was an ah… unexpected third party.” Really the gall the other man had to accuse him of being so unprofessional that he’d lose sight of his job. But then again, no one would have suspected a cupid such as Patrick to ever request to leave. Not that this thing hadn’t happened before, but it was still highly frowned upon.

It was all Pete’s fault! Patrick had had an assignment, a guy in the Chicago punk scene. Being the professional he was, he studied up, knew his stuff, did info recovery before dropping down. Everything had been going to plan. He’d easily made friends with the assignment, got into their band as a newbie drummer, and had gotten the guy to meet his selected partner. Patrick was going to be able to slip in and out of kid’s life easy as pie. 

Except there was this one guy. Pete Wentz. Patrick didn’t consider himself to be all the attractive, which was fine, part of being a cupid was not drawing attention to yourself or your work. But Pete Wentz apparently didn’t understand that. From the moment they were introduced Pete had shown clear signs of interest. He’d asked for Patrick’s number, which luckily Patrick planned enough ahead to have one, and he texted. Every time they were at an event together Pete made sure to hang close around him and interacted. They never talked about anything important, but Patrick enjoyed the company anyway. It was different than being a friend to an assignment or talking to other cupids.

It only got more intense when his assignment convinced him to sing one of their songs after their vocalist got a punch in the throat. Pete had gone wide eyed and dopey the rest of the night and for the first time Patrick had been on the receiving end of the starry looks so many of his assignments got.

It was after one night, one of the guys that’d come to a warehouse party called Patrick a slur and Pete had jumped him causing a massive fight. In the aftermath when Patrick thanked him he’d grinned, swollen cheek going purple, and officially asked him out on a date. To his own surprise Patrick had accepted to offer immediately, a rush of excitement sweeping him. The slope was too slippery after that. Despite his assignment having gotten together with his partner, Patrick stayed. Pete was a mess of a human, but he was his mess now, and with every kiss and casual intimate moment he understood why so many wanted this whole love thing. 

Eventually he’d been recalled back skyward. Work needed to be done. Patrick raked himself hard for allowing himself to get so distracted and enveloped with the human, but-. It’d been so natural. The interaction, the progression, the falling. It took him a month to come to his current decision.

“I see.” Tiberius’ voice brought Patrick out of his reverie. “Are you truly sure about this. There is no coming back.” Again, the disappointment.

“I need him more than I need my wings, sir. He needs me too.”

Tiberius shook his head. “You doom yourself, Patrick. Request Granted.”

Everything went black upon the words, but when Patrick opened his eyes next he was laying in Pete’s bed, the man clinging to him in tentative sleep. He smiled to himself. Worth it.

I am not taking anymore writing requests at this time!

New project!
  • Hey! I started a new project I'm calling "Local Bands Ruin Everything" to promote Chicago local bands that work super hard and make awesome music.
  • Right now the Twitter is my main focus, trying to draw more attention to these amazing small bands.
  • The twitter handle is (@) LBRuinEvrythng
  • I'm in the makings of a spotify and blog for it too.
  • It'd be super sick if everyone could follow it and help spread the word. These guys work hard and are super fucking nice guys.
  • Person: why are you alway crying?
  • Me: Fall Out Boy is an American rock band formed in Wilmette, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago, in 2001. The band consists of vocalist and guitarist Patrick Stump, bassist Pete Wentz, guitarist Joe Trohman, and drummer Andy Hurley. The band originated from Chicago's hardcore punk scene, with which Wentz was heavily involved.
  • Friend: Hey, what's up?
  • Me: Fall Out Boy is an American rock band formed in Wilmette, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago in 2001. The band consists of vocalist/guitaristPatrick Stump, bassist Pete Wentz, guitaristJoe Trohman, and drummer Andy Hurley. The band originated from Chicago's hardcore punk scene, with which Wentz was heavily involved. The group was formed by Wentz and Trohman as a pop punk side project of their respective hardcore bands, and Stump joined shortly thereafter. The group went through a succession of drummers before landing Hurley and recording their debut album, Take This to Your Grave (2003), which became an underground success and helped the band gain a dedicated fanbase through heavy touring, as well as some moderate commercial success.