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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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."

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"That doesn't necessarily mean anything," Toro points out, an unsaid and you know it. "And we have no actual proof so even if you try to do something--"

Bryar huffs out a frustrated sigh, scowling, a hand at his temple rubbing in soothing circles. He hates this kind of thing.

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"Look Toro, I know you feds spend a lot of time on the big stuff, but I've been watching this guy getting off on vandalism charges for years," he pinches the bridge of his nose and looks up at his almost-partner--they certainly feel like partners after working on the Way case together. "I've seen him hanging off of pretty boys and I couldn't do anything about it. Now I find him with a couple kids in his apartment? I can't let him get away again."

((Omg, I should not fic while watching ballroom dancing, I SO DID NOT MEAN to write "boyos" I LOL'D AT MYSELF XDDD))

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"I'm not sure there's a whole lot you can do," Toro says quietly, looking down. "You know what our priority is supposed to be right now--the new details of the Way case. I know, I know you want to get him," apologetic, "but I don't think you're going to get any backing from the force." He hates being the voice of reason in situations like this but the truth of the matter is they can't afford to waste time on Wentz.

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Bryar sighs with more than a little growl under it and runs his hand back over his hair. "C'mon, Toro. He's not telling us shit. At least if we book him, we can try to work information into a plea bargain. I want to get Way too, but how am I supposed to let a sleaze right there in my hands go so I can keep reaching for another one?" Toro's look is flat and he rubs at the inside crease of his eye. "Can you think of anything else that might get him to come clean about Way? We don't even know for sure Way was involved in this--for all we know, Wentz did both of them himself."

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At that, Toro gives him a flat look. "...Except how so far it has all of Way's hallmarks." He's out of ideas at this point and he's frustrated but there's no point in continuing down a path that won't get them anywhere.

And then something hits him. "Wait, what about the other three kids?" They know both victims intimately and either they'll give up information on their own or Wentz will if they're used as bargaining chips.

They might have something.

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"Great, if we can find them." He still remembers tracking Way all through the dark places of the city--trying to find streetkids who don't want to be found is not a fun task. And he would really like it if he could go at least another month or two without getting set on fire.

He glances into the other room--Wentz has sat up straight and is drumming his fingers against his knee. "Think we should get back in, see if we can convince him to give up their haunts?"

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"If he knows where they are," Toro says, frowning. It's definitely worth a shot, though, but. "Do we let him go if he gives us the information?" He's not sure where to go from there--either they book Wentz or release him but if they have to go hunt down street kids they have to do one or the other.

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Bryar's starting to feel like a petulant child ("But I don't wanna let him go!") and from what Toro's been saying, he gets the feeling that he's not exactly up to making unbiased decisions about Pete Wentz. He's always prided himself on an ability to take a step back and consider things (even when the thing in question is his own judgement), so he shrugs a little and says. "Your call, I guess. If we can hold him, I say hell yeah. If not, there isn't really a point, is there?"

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"I don't think we can get anything definite to book him with," Toro says, shrugging. He's aware how invested Bryar is in the guy, considering how long Bryar's been putting up with him, but they have bigger and more dangerous people to be tracking down.

They make their way back into the room, and Toro walks up to where Wentz is sitting and leans forward, eye to eye. "I'm going to make you a deal."

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Pete took the solitude to compose himself, take a few deep breaths, all that stuff Patrick is always on him about (he thinks he's too "high energy") and the usual smarmy spark is back into his eyes. He sits up a little straighter and cocks his head. "Yeah? What kind of deal is that?"