monopoly and moar boys

[mwestbelle]

Last night was the most INTENSE Monopoly game of my ENTIRE LIFE. FIVE HOURS. SHOUTING, SUICIDE, STRIPPERS AND TROPHY BOYS WIVES. It was awesome. A++, would play again.

Unfortunately, I was sitting half on a matress on the floor, so my lower back and tailbone are KILLING ME NOW, plus I had ballroom dance this morning, with rumba and HIP ACTION OW. But now I'm back in my room, and it's time for...more picspam! (Very Gerard-heavy)



Great start, Gerard! Love the...tinsel?

Hat over the eyes always makes me drool.

YES. This is my NUMBER ONE VERY FAVORITE picture of Patrick EVER. I need dom!Patrick.

Look at all of their little faces

I'm happy when you're happy!

HAT. And SHIRT. And FACE.

I really dig the composition of this, as well as Ryan's slinky hips.

Another super-duper fave. I dig dead!Brendon, what can I say? (Oh god, Zombiesex plotbunnies!)

I know it's part of the stageshow and all, but I just heart how he's all "Agh! GIRLPARTS! DO NOT WANT!"

I want glasses like this. (His hairline looks really receded here)

FACE. (I said it was a recurring theme)

He's just such an adorable puppy!

Caressing! And rosevest! So cute!

Not cute. Hot.

Dorkasses!

Sleepy snugglings! Gryffindor scarf!

Oh Ryan, face.

Happy Ryan!face!

I covet that coat (not to mention what's in it...)

Hey look! When he's not busy being a dorkass, hotass, or fondling Frank, sometimes Gerard sings (just, you know, once in a while)!

Serious!face. I really like that blue with his skintone (wear more color, Gerard!)

I...I don't even know.

ROCKGOD. I'm really into TBP uniforms, I dunno.

GERARD WILL KILL YOU...

...WITH CUTE <3

DON'T EVER GET NEW PANTS, GERARD!

EEHEE, GERARD!

LITTLE FINGERS!

This is my favorite hair, I think.

MOUTH! But I actually really liked the white, too (in the minority, I know).

Just look at the curve of his jaw! (I AM RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO SAY ABOUT YOU, GERARD, STOP BEING SO AWESOME)

Rocky Horror shirt! (I'M KIDDING GERARD, NEVER STOP!)

NEVER EVER.

EVER.

*flail*

Oh god. The hair in the eyes just MAKES IT.

This looks rather manip-ish, but it's pretty, so I don't care.

BOYFRIENDS.

ANGSTY HOMELESS BOYFRIENDS.

Everytime I think he can't be any more adorable...

*DIES*

You can tell he's serious! He's got his interview!hands!

I...erm...I really like that vest.

...

Yay for ties?

More interview!hands.

Oh hai there, priest!kink, how've you been?

Yeah, I'm good too.


SO MANY HEARTS.

C'mon boys, we may accept eyefuckery from Brendon and Ryan, but we know you can do better.

Oh hush, Gerard.

That's right, go cry to your sister Mikeyway.

This one isn't great for Mikeyway, because adorable as he is, Gerard is just ETHEREALLY PRETTY in this shot.

Tambourine! (Gerard + Spencer + Tambourines?? Y/Y???)

Look! Skintone! STUBBLE!!

This pic was actually my very first introduction to Gerard outside of music vids, back when I was trolling around on Green Day message boards I AM NOT ASHAMED, STOP JUDGING ME! I was all "Wow, the scary guy with the droopy hair looks kinda sweet" Ah, younger self, you had so much to learn.

Pretteh!

Oh no, the SUNGLASSES!

I'm normally not a huge fan of screencaps, but...CUTE.

JON WALKER HAS CRAZY SEX WITH GERARD HAIR. Also, MORE LIPBITING PLZ!

Thank you, Patrick. (I secretly love him best when he's more red-heady.)

Just kidding! I love him best when he's a lounge singer who's taking me going to prom!

LOVE THIS PIC. Just, his EYES, and his HAIR, and somehow both SO PRETTY and REAL BOY.

Semi-creepy awkward smile time!

This is like, an almost-gangsta face. Nice try, Gerard, go ask Gabe for help.

...forget I said anything. You're very good at what you do, honey.

I agree with that shirt.

A tiny part of my brain is going "NOM PETE," but most of it is going "PUPPY!!" Less than three, Hemmy.

Cool.

Mmm...guitarhotness and FIRE. I like FIRE.

MORE COWBELL TAMBOURINE! (Shit, I made that joke last time. Ah well, too bad.)

I don't know who that guy is, but Spencer could power the Eastern Seaboard with that smile.

What is it with bandboys and dorkass sunglasses? There should be a study done. FOR SCIENCE.

Never stops being funny and adorkable.

I love that everyone is Goth Model-y and sexiful in their BP uniforms, and Bob's all "O HAI, I HAS TERRIBLE INFECTIONS TRYIN' TO EAT MAH BRAINZ" (And you know Gerard's all "BRAINZ?!" And Mikey and Frankie have to be like "NOT FOR YOU, GERARD! BOB NEEDS HIS BRAINZ!" And then there's pouting. I DON'T EVEN KNOW)

Agh, so much angsty!pretty

I think Bob is awesome, but he doesn't usually make me go "GUH." ... *point point point* GUH.

REAL SUBTLE, BRENDON.

I approve of: Spencer's jacket (even the weird feathery thing), Ryan and Brendon's jackets, Brendon's FACE
I do not approve of: Jon Walker's Pimpstache (Just, no.)

Mmmmmm.

I want Mikeyway's coat, gloves, glasses. He looks so sweet with his not!boyfriend.

This looked RAWKED majorly for Frank.

I cannot take seriousy anyone who talks to me about guitarsex without mentioning Frank. BENDY.

How so pretty? No, really, HOW?

Look, priest!kink is back! And he brought friends!

*WAVES*

FRECKLES. And god, his eyes are SO GORGEOUS.

OTP, in blue. (Where is the bandom Smurfs AU? Who's Smurfette? We'd have to have a Survivor for the various bandom bicycles.)

I'm so sorry I don't have more pictures of you, Mikeyway! I do love you! I promise!

Frank latches onto Gerard! Gerard grabs for Mikey! OT3!

I love how Gerard looks like he just has EXPANSES of pale flesh exposed, since everyone else is covered practically ankle to chin.

I haven't seen this hair very much, but I like it a lot.

HIS HANDS, THEY DO THINGS TO ME.

If someone asked me to compile a list of pictures you'd have to look at to "get Gerard," this would be pretty high up.

WE LIKE TREES No really, it's not like we lurk in basements or anything!

Gerard, why so feline? Ray, why so...er....

THERE IS NO INCEST IN BANDOM! NOTHING TO SEE HERE, MOVE ALONG!

Seriously, Gerard, do you wear pants until they ROT OFF? (Bet he does.)

Painfully pretty! Great colors.

NOM.

SO MUCH SHINY HAIR

Haven't seen you for a while, JWalk. Lookin' sharp.

I lied, I totally want these glasses.

Pouty face! TUMMY!

Don't smirk at me, Jon Walker! It makes me melty

Their FACES are just CLASSIC. And I cannot stop staring at how TINY Ryan is, in his entire self.

Okay, my fingers kinda hurt from capslocking, and I still have real writing to do...so, the last installment of bandspam will be forthcoming. Hope this brings a smile <3

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"Good point. Greyhound it is, I guess."

They form a makeshift nest out of blankets and Pete's T-shirts and are asleep by the time Pete wanders in. Coffee in the morning, then off to the bus station.

Meanwhile...Officer Bryar and Agent Toro are eating waffles.

((Whee, time-skipping))

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Not in a weird sense, exactly, or an outside-of-work one. Someone (neither could remember who exactly) had come in as they were reviewing the case files for the hundredth time and dropped two take-out boxes from the diner down the street. He'd said that they were going to have a shitty day and might as well have some waffles for their trouble. So far, Officer Bryar hasn't seen any sign of that, except for a little syrup on his shirt.

Then one of the junior police officers pops their head in the door and announces, "They found another body. The chief needs to see you."

Agent Toro chokes on his bacon.

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The chief is not pleased. Two dead homeless kids isn't that big of a deal--two dead homeless kids found cut up, both of whom known to associate with Peter Wentz, himself a known associate of one Michael Way, the brother of a suspected mass murder...yeah, the press is going to have a field day with this, and didn't the FBI assign Agent Toro to this case because of his exemplary skills and flawless record?

"I recommend we go for Wentz," Agent Toro folds his arms, sick of getting glares from cops who don't want to believe he's better than them but can't understand why he hasn't caught Way yet. "He knows something. We can probably grab him on a pedo charge, spending all his time with underage boys, get him to trade information."

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Bryar frowns, and he knows Toro well enough from having spent the last half a year working with him to know that Toro isn't sure it'll work. To be honest, there's no proof of any crime on Wentz's part. But it's the best they can do at this point, and considering two bodies have shown up within a week of each other he knows they have to take what they can get.

He nods at Toro, praying it'll work. The last time they tried to interview someone about this case he got set on fire by a giggling teenage blur (they never did find out who it actually was) and he's not keen on repeating the experience.

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Toro knows that Bryar probably isn't too enthusiastic about heading back to Pete Wentz's territory--the man seems to think of himself as some kind of messiah, and the kids that tag along after him tend towards the intensely wacked out.

It's only a half-formed plan, by all rights it shouldn't work. Neither of them could have even dreamed that they would knock on Wentz's door in the late morning, and find his apartment crowded by three underage boys in varying states of undress.

((POOR BOB.))

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Wentz looks innocent enough, all things considered, and maybe the situation could be interpreted differently (some part of Agent Toro's mind pipes up hopefully that they could be just, you know, innocently staying there) but it works out for them.

"You're coming down to the station with us," Officer Bryar informs him, looking around at the three boys (and the youngest looks about twelve, the sick fuck). He's understandably nervous but he hasn't seen these three before, and that's something.

((I'm terrible! I made Brendon set him on fire! I don't even know!))

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"There's nothing illegal going on here." The roommate is small, but he's also pissed. "We try to be charitable, and you're going to arrest him? This is such bullshit."

It really is, Toro thinks, though he knows he has an unfortunate tendency to expect the best of people--all his years at the FBI should have trained that out of him, but his first instinct is always the benefit of the doubt. He says, "We're taking on faith that you're not involved with this, sir, but if you want to be taken in for molestation, statutory, coercion of a minor, and child pornography, we can do that too." He's just spitting out charges off the top of his head, but the roommate blanches.

((It's amazing. I really need some Pyro!Brendon fic))

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Pete flinches, and he knows, obviously, that he hasn't actually done anything, but--if the three boys were pissed enough at him, they wouldn't hesitate to throw out charges against him to get rid of some of their own. It's frighteningly plausible, and he lowers his head and walks toward them, mouthing "I didn't, don't worry" at Patrick.

Officer Bryar stares like he can't quite believe what he's seeing--it worked? He knows that Toro was bullshitting the charges, it's a certain tone of voice of his. He cuffs Wentz and resists the urge to smile because it actually worked and no one set him on fire or jumped into him or anything.

((I know! And now I want to write it! I got a few snippets in my head while I went to get pretzels, even. Hell, I've written random setting-on-fire before. Just not in bandom))

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Toro watches Wentz getting cuffed and feels bad. These kids look scared, but it feels more like "shit, cops" scared not "this freak has been perving on me and my friends" scared, and the littlest one is snuffling. But they need information; a black mark on some nutty activist's record is worth finding the real sicko--Way. Nothing keeps Toro up at night, but looking at the crime scene pictures, knowing what Way's done to innocent people comes damn close.

Bryar, despite Toro's bullshitting, still suspects Wentz of everything they've mentioned--he's spent too much time on the underside of this city to have much optimism left. Dark little guy likes to hang out with kids and keeps a small mob of them in his apartment? Not a lot of reasonable doubt.

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It doesn't take them long before they're back at the police station and they have Wentz in a room. "So," Toro begins, looking him in the eye. "We need to ask you a few questions."

"I never did anything to them," Wentz spits, and Toro surprises him and Bryar both when he nods.

"No, I know. If you give us some information, we can let you out of here--but. But if you won't, I might forget that." He doesn't like playing dirty, even when it's necessary, but the sooner they get some information the better.

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Bryar eyes Toro unsurely--does he honestly plan to let this creep go, or is is just part of a gambit to get him to talk?

Wentz's scowl deepens and he folds his arms across his chest, body language locked tight. "I haven't done anything wrong. The worst you could get me for is destruction of public property, maybe. I don't have to tell you jackshit."

Toro shrugs. "Fine. I guess we'll just have to bring those boys in--how young is that little one? And he was sick, too." He tsks mockingly. "That's not going to make all the parents on the jury too fond of you."

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Wentz tenses, bringing his arms into himself a little. "Leave them the fuck alone," he hisses, and his tone is protective if not possessive.

"Then tell us what we need to know," Toro says, leaning forward, looking Wentz straight in the eye. "Two dead boys and they're both associates of yours. You wouldn't have happened to hear from either of the Way brothers recently?" He spits the words 'Way brothers' out like a curse.

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"I talked to Mikey about a month ago," Wentz shrugs, picking at a stray thread on his jeans. "I was never that close with Gerard, we didn't keep in touch after Mikey and I split up."

Bryar joins Toro, leaning close. "What did you talk about with him?" Maybe there's some hint there as to where Way is now--Michael has proven a dead end; there's nothing they can accuse him of, and he's decidedly not talking.

"I dunno, life and shit. He's my ex, do you memorize everything your old girlfriends say to you?"

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Bryar frowns, because unless they can find some sort of proof that Wentz has been associating with the Ways recently they're trapped. He hopes Toro has something.

Toro steps back, folding his arms. "What would you say if I said that you'd been seen with Gerard, recently?" It's a shot in the dark, and he knows it, but all he needs is one panicked look, one flinch, and he has an answer.

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Wentz looks at him, eyes flat. "I'd say that's pretty fucking strange, since according to the news, he hasn't been seen for over a month."

Toro keeps eyeing him--he has to break eventually, and with Bryar glaring, the combined force of their eyes is exponentially greater than either of them alone (Toro's really glad Bryar was assigned to this case, they work surprisingly well together.)

Sure enough, Wentz shifts in the chair. "Look, Ryan was a friend of mine. I'm not going to protect anyone who hurt him."

Toro blinks, the abrupt subject change momentarily confusing him. "Ryan?"

Wentz sneers. "Dead homeless kid number one, I guess you guys probably call him. Fucking cops."

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Toro looks at him intently. "And 'dead homeless kid number two'?" He practically airquotes, and looks at Bryar for confirmation, because Bryar is the one between the two of them that knows names.

"Brent Wilson," Bryar says, giving Wentz a hard look. "What about him?"

And this time Wentz does flinch, because yeah, Frank had said he'd taken care of someone but he hadn't exactly been clear on who--much less that it had been Brent of all people.

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"He used to run with--" he almost says 'my boys,' stops himself just in time. "--with Ryan and his friends. They split, and not on a good note, if you get my drift. I hadn't heard he was dead."

Toro exchanges a look with Bryar, trying not to look too excited, but god this could be a break. They've spent so many hours poring over files and maps, trying to track down Way and figure out if that poor kid Iero is even still alive. They haven't found him, but nobody's seen them (well, Michael Way saw them, Toro is positive, but he's out of reach).

"Didn't split well?" Bryar takes over--he's better at the bad cop deal than Toro will ever be. "Why? Didn't Brent like how you play, Pete?"

((TEH PLOT, SO THICK. Off to bed ♥ ))

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"It had nothing to do with me." Pete gives Bryar a hard look. "When kids are on the on the streets like that," and here his voice softens a little, "they have to work together and they can't be careless or take too many risks or it affects all of them. Brent didn't care, and they made him leave." He figures it's safe enough talking about this, because after all he's not getting out until he gives them what they want.

Toro and Bryar exchange another look, because this time they really do have something. They're not sure what it is, exactly, but it's at the very least a lead.

((Night! ♥))

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All their attempts to steer the conversation back to Way are stopped by Wentz, who goes off on random tangents until Toro can barely remember where they started. He really, really hates this part of the job, but he forces himself to narrow his eyes.

"You know, Mr. Wentz, the evidence against you is pretty serious--" it's not that serious, but anything involving children is pretty easy to push forward "--and that doesn't look good for other people in you life."

"What are you talking about?"

"I doubt that anyone would believe that someone could be close with you and not know about your...interactions with these boys. Especially not someone who lives with you."

It works. Wentz's eyes flash and he sits up straight, furious. "Don't you fucking dare try to drag Patrick into this, he doesn't know anything."

Bryar is on it in a second. "I thought there wasn't anything to know?"

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"There isn't," Wentz snaps quickly, but he's caught and he knows it. "He doesn't know them, I mean." It's a lie obvious to all three of them, and Bryar leans forward.

"So what aren't you telling us, Wentz?" Bryar's staring him down, waiting for him to break, accidentally tell them something incriminating. He's sure, now, that Wentz has done something with them, and he's learned enough to not let the disgust get in his way.

Toro stands behind him, arms folded, as intimidating as he can manage.

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Wentz isn't looking up from his hands, and Bryar's spent enough time interviewing suspects that he knows when a guy is trying desperately to think of a story. He's not going to give him a chance.

"C'mon, Wentz. No matter what you've gotten into, telling us is going to make it easier for you."

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"I haven't gotten into anything," he says, muffled by his hands. And he really hasn't, apart from essentially giving Frank his blessing to go kill someone. Or harboring Frank and Gerard in the first place. But of course, he's not planning to give that information up, even if some part of him wants to.

Bryar and Toro are both looking at him, and at some point he has to look up and meet their eyes but right now he just can't.

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"Sure," Bryar glances over at Toro--he's staring at Wentz's bent head like he can see into his brain past that all that dyed hair. "Because you're obviously not feeling at all guilty."

Pete tenses, but still can't look up. "I'm being interrogated, sorry for being a little stressed." He wonders suddenly what they'll do with the boys--his boys and the new boys--if they really do charge him with everything they were talking about back at the apartment.

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Toro at this point is a little uncomfortable, because he was assuming that the charges were just made up (even if Bryar wasn't, because he was the more cynical one) and the way Wentz is acting he's starting to think they're not. As is, the idea had been to get information about Way out of the guy and now he doesn't know quite what to do. They really can't afford to get wrapped up in the details of another case at this point.

"Bryar, if I could talk to you for a minute?" He gestures to the door, and maybe it'll work to their benefit to leave Wentz in there a while, let him stew.

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Bryar pauses for a minute, then nods and follows. They move into the next room so they can watch Wentz through the two-way mirror.

Toro frowns and folds his arms, looking tense and unsure. He can't think of a delicate way to phrase it, so he just asks straight out: "Do you really think he's a pedophile?"

Bryar lets out a harsh bark of laughter. "You doubt it? I've seen his file plenty of times, Toro--he's always getting picked up with a couple teenage boyos."