Pete is dating a beautiful girl named Haley. (Not Haley Wiliams). Patrick desperately wants Pete to love him, but he knows Pete loves Haley. Some smut, some triggering elements.

Some random Peterick oneshots I'll work on when I don't have any ideas for Call Me Mr. Benzedrine. May be smut idk Might have other ships in the Peterick ones

i get bored and i wanna write. i like writing smut. i like writing cute. it's like an all in one deal!

"I think this fucking thing is glitching, it says I only have one viewer." In which a young girl is the only viewer of on of Brendon Urie's Periscopes.

Patrick? More like Sasstrick, am I right?

Description; A loud sigh came out of my mouth as I rolled over and out of bed, making myself some cereal, the beautiful voice coming through the walls. After getting ready, I made my way outside and jingling my lanyard from my home town, nervously knocking on the door. That was the day; I met Max, also the day, that was the best of any other. –Max Schneider Love Story–

Being accepted into Juliard was always one of Blakely Taylor's biggest dreams growing up. She had always wanted this perfect fairytale, that her ballet dancing would take her somewhere beyond her tiny Kentucky hometown. She was determined to make something bigger of herself. So when Juliard sends her an acceptance letter with a full ride scholarship, she wastes no time in shipping herself out to New York. *** Her favorite aunt has offered her a place to stay, sharing the responsibilities with a roommate also going to Juliard. Blakely is only too eager to accept, excited to get to know a girl going to the same school as her who hasn't heard the rumors that plague her hometown. *** But, something she didn't count on, was the possibility of sharing a house with a young, cute boy named Max. He seems oddly familiar to her, but shes far to distracted to notice. *** Blakely and Max seem to instantly form a strong friendship that's almost unbreakable. But within the month before classes begin, someone seems to snake their way in between them, creating tension in their happy home. Blakely is forced back into a state of pain, all stemming from her roommate Max...

I always knew Max had a gift for performing. Not only could he act and dance, but when he sang, people stopped and stared in amazement. He never took his skills too seriously, but one day that all changed. Who would have though that Max Schneider, the kid on the streets, would make it in the big time? Well, he did. And now, he is going to visit home. I wonder if he remembers his friends. His best friend. I wonder if he remembers me. *IN EDITING*

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