Current mood:	tired
Current music:	Dropkick Murphys - Worker's Song

FIC: Of Sausages and Muffins and Other Pizza Like Things- MCR/FOB 15, gen
titleOf Sausages and Muffins and Other Pizza Like Things
author: lisa roquin
fandom: MCR/ FOB w/ "appearance" by Panic
rating15 PC (PURE CRACK),
series/sequel Pizza
pairing/characters:Mikey Way, Pete Wentz, the rest of FOB, Panic, Zack Hall, Alicia Simmons-Way & Ashlee Simpson-Wentz. references to Mikey/Pete, Mikey/Alicia, Pete/Ashlee, JoeTroh/Marie, Tommy Oliver/Connor McKnight (totally Brendon's fault) & wishful thinking Alicia/Ashlee (and er, yes, this is pretty much *GEN*)
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of their personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything.
summary: Plan P Which Totally Does Not Stand for Pizza, Nope, Not At All,
( You really think Frank's going to quit. Especially with Gerard and Mikey on board now?) is having trouble and Mikey accidentally sets off a bit of a Pete-Watching-Incident
warning:probably best not to eat or drink while reading. omfg crack. even for pizza
author notes: what little sense this is capable of making is probably aided by reading Love is Like Pizza and The Great Pizza Project
word count: 1150


Plan P isn't working Mikey texted.

What's Plan P

Oops. He hadn't meant to do that. Okay, yeah. He'd been pretty much texting blindly, he was tired and dozy and had meant to text Alicia. Wow. What a--he wasn't sure what it was. Fruedian maybe? Whatever. Yeah. Subconcious steering straight to him maybe landing in deep shit.

How's A & B?

PMSing & teething. what's Plan P

P is not for Pizza. Brian will kill us. so it doesn't stand for Pizza

k. So? What's Plan P? What's Pizza? shirt-pizza not pizza-pizza

Frank Metaphor

and?

Crust=foundation. Bad crust, got shit

uh huh

Sauce=passion

Brian hasn't killed you yet?

almost. cheese=hallmark & handholding & tattoos & shit

Brian's gonna kill you.

yeah.

so what kinda pizza we talking?

Chicago Deep Dish and Mexican

TORO!!

Is Puerto Rican dumbass Mikey rolled his eyes at the text screen.

? oh. duh. got it. never mind. do either of them like sausage

Mikey frowned. Chicago Pizza's been known to have sausage on it occasionally He reread what he texted and decided he should probably be worried. Really worried. Though exactly about what could take some thought. Mostly it boiled down to he was seriously talking pizza and sausage with Pete, and Pete just caught exactly what Pizza was even before getting to cheese. Hell, that they were both sober these days and still could just instantly fall into the same wavelength. He was absolutely not dwelling on the fact he accidentally texted his ex-boyfriend instead of his wife.

could be the problem. even the best crust can't do much for that

no shit Mikey sighed. When a good five minutes went by without another text he sent sorry

its ok. i was stupid.

Mikey sighed again. good w/ A?

yeah. good. crust isn't so flaky anymore. B is AMAZING. real good After a pause. A?

is...fucking fantastic pizza. :D:D:D:D:D:D. Its good. we're good. It was. It was amazing.

:) good.

yeah.

isnt it middle of night for you mikeyway?

uhm like 4am?

sleep mikey

night pete. go play w/B

*

P is blogging u love letters. :P Is cute & ridiculous. Call me 2morrow. luv u bb. busy now. was the quick text waiting from Alicia.

Mikey groaned and rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He rolled and grabbed his backpack from the side of the bed, dug his laptop out and booted it up.

It took hitting eight bookmarks and it was the last blog. The one even if probably only fifty people in the world knew it existed, considering it was Pete, that was like no one and the ones that did sure as hell weren't going to let out where it was or what it's name was. Patrick, Joe and Andy would go on a murder spree killing everyone who possibly knew about that blog, and Fall Out Boy would probably have a court enforced Indefinite Hiatus with Pete committed somewhere and the other three in prison. And a friendslocked one that Mikey had to log into the dumb journal Pete whined him into making years before, or more agreed to use since Pete already made the journal so he could read this journal of Pete's.


Of Sausages and Muffins and other Pizza Like Things was the post title

Mikey burst out laughing. It was the most incoherent bizarre shit Pete maybe had ever written, and that was saying a lot. A hell of a lot considering this was Pete. And this journal had been in existence as long as Fall Out Boy at least. Ending with the fact that he hoped the Burro didn't pass up sausage.

Oh Crap. The comments were--

anarchyred: Pattycakes! You're closest! Go beat that one! Stoned. as. hell. aren't you?

mariejo4eva: Whatever the fuck you're on? I'm notbeta'ing if you stay weird long enough to start writing fucking fanfic again!

Christ Patrick even logged into the journal he hated and Pete wouldn't let him rename or switch to a new journal.

pattycakes: what. the. fucking. fuck.

Mikey frowned. Who the hell was that?...Maybe Urie? Had to be. Ross and Smith were both thirds or fourths or something like that and Urie was a Disney nut.

princessjasmin: HA!!! tell the roman numerals at the ends of their names to quit picking on me about writing!

georgedmonkey: you're writing POWER RANGER ***PORN***

ssbitchface: Z WILL QUIT IF HE HAS TO BETA ANY MORE OF IT!

walkabout:seriously fucking quit.

tinksboi: Power Ranger Porn? Which Rangers?

sweet_lil_em: I always liked Tommy and Kimberly.

Mikey typed as reply to the power ranger porn thread. Georgedmonkey, ssbitchface and walkabout had to be the rest of Panic one way or another.

hallmonitor: DinoThunder Black Ranger/Red Ranger (Tommy/Connor). DinoThunder Black Ranger is Tommy Oliver grown up.

Was the reply that was almost instant.

Mikey choked. Urie was writing Power Ranger slash. And Tommy was still a ranger in one of the newer-ish series? Huh. He might have to go check out some Dino Thunder. He wondered if Gerard knew. Gerard had the worst fucking crush on Tommy. And, oh boy Pete had a tizzy going if replies were flying that fast for a post that was probably sixteen or seventeen hours old. At least a few had been watching the blog and refreshing. He turned his attnetion to Pete's post and replied directly to the post

sweet_lil_em: tinks, bb, decide on a spelling because burough which is so scary obvious, burrow= where the weasleys live. you know this. I beta'ed enough ronhermione and ginnydraco for fuck's sake. and if you go with burro it sounds like you're looking forward to an omgyaygaydonkeys post someday. didn't mean to get you worked up on old pizza.

but if you're thinking sausage. what about pineapple-sausage ~waggles eyebrows~

anarchyred: you understand that shit, em? and pineapple?

sweet_lil_em: pineapples are kinky. anchoives are bad shit and fights. fit of angst about old sausage intolerance issues. no big. mrseffinem thought it was cute i got blogged a loveletter.

mariejo4eva: ~passes you some of the good shit, red~ shut up. you need it. we all do. fuck. that post makes sense. I'm going to bed and play with my girl's muffins. or at least hide my face in em and whine about how fucking batshit tinks makes me. he's fine.

tinks. one of these days. we're gonna beat you.

mrseffinem *demands front row seats to anything involving pineapple-sausage!* ~pounces my em and nibbles and gropes a bit~ two more weeks and I'll hit italy and you. make sure LaPrincessaStarbucks has new bats for his ipod. talk 2 u tomorrow gotta run.

wendybird: uhm, honey? do I even want the translation? cuz honest, how I'm reading this? I'll be sittin by mrseffinem if there's any pineapple-sausage goin' on.

sweet_lil_em: I knew I liked you, Wendy...how do you feel about pineapple-muffins?

pattycakes: I'm killing you all. I'm not reading your metaphorical orgy anymore.