Bob thinks that the ability to put up with the friends he has is a more unique characteristic of his than his Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis. Fifty thousand kids in the States have JRA, only a few could handle Mikey’s sluttiness, Gerard’s basement creeperiness, and Frank’s stupid refusal to admit his crush on Gerard. (Ray is surprisingly normal). But while he gets no help dealing with his friends, a few accommodations have to be made for his disease. Someone copying class notes is one of them, and when it turns out that Frank’s writing could be more legible if he did it with his feet, Brendon Urie steps in. JRA impedes a lot of things in his life, but falling in love isn’t one of them.

“Dave, um.” You haven’t seen Tavros this thunderstruck in a while. He points at you with one long, clawed finger. “What are you wearing?” “Oh this?” You tilt your head so that the light catches on your shades, the corners of your mouth quirked in the faintest of grins. “You can thank Egbert for pointing out the irony in our failing to ironically incorporate a literal interpretation of your preferred IM handle into our sex lives. Though we might have to sit him down and have a talk about the appropriateness of buying lingerie for another dude’s dude, if you know what I mean.”

MCR/Adam high school au crossover fic where they go LARPing.