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I wanna live in a 2000s Tumblr-feeling Fall Out Boy AU. Imagine being Y/N in the 2000s with Fall Out Boy, living that weird, confusing, maniacal, loser band life. You’d all meet in WEIRD, WEIRD and unexpected ways, like a comedic “2000s coming of age” buddy group flick that has bad writing but stupid, good humor.
You help the boys out with growing as a band but also just hang and support them as a friend. You guys grow closer than an emo and their eyeliner, and it’s all so cheesy and 2000s as fuck.
Imagine helping them in writing songs, having ideas, finding good fucking places to eat some artery-busting food, partying till Pete himself can’t take it, doing dumb fun shit with them, and also having a shit sleeping schedule that involves all of you being smooshed together like a bunch of cuddling otters, and overall, being a piece of their stupid, silly puzzle. (EXACTLY like the chick in the Uma Thurman video lmao)
Imagine fun gigs, movie posters all over your walls, various bottles and cans of drinks scattered everywhere, with the energy ones being about 90% of those. Just pure, stupid and gross humor and the smell of funky band boys and delicious food filling every room.
Imagine messing around with the boys, doing stupid, random shit with Joe and Andy, laughing with your broken humor at things only you and Pete find funny, teasing, taunting, and poking at Patrick, just a big group of five absolute, FUCKINNN LOSERS trying to make it, and make it BIG.
You and your preferred FOB boy hit it off romantically (optional, if you don’t like them like that) and it’s a WHOLE cute yet cheesy 2000s rom-com slow burn in itself. Prepare to receive a LOT of mockery and inappropriate jokes from the guys.
Stupid days where just the two of you hang out, officially dating, holding each other close, kissing, and being an utter annoyance to the others and a source of entertainment because they just love to mock you.
Yup, I wanna be there.