Just a normal Peterick Highschool AU. Patrick is a loser and has been for the past three years. He has little hope that his final year will bring any change to his failing social status. He is and will probably forever remain a nobody. Pete Wentz is a new student with a pretty face and a dark past. His good looks and expensive car instantly brings him to the top of the popularity chart. All the girls (and gay boys) want him. All the straight boys want to be him. Then one drunken night at one terrible party changes both of their lives forever. But for the worse or for the better? What will they do when one night of passion ends up causing nine months of stress?

Patrick snaps one day while at school and hurts another student, causing him to be sent to juvy where he meets an interestingly troubled boy by the name of Pete Wentz.

Pete crashes his boat in a drunk accident. A siren saw it, and thought it was his doing, but what happens when he finds out his voice has no control over Pete. Cover by: @smol_fedora MYAMERICANPSYCHO highest ranking: #42 in the peterick tag

Pete adores Mikey. He's beautiful in a ratty old Anthrax tee and frayed jeans. She's beautiful in strawberry lipstick and a tight black skirt. They're beautiful in that soft blue jumper as Pete's perfect agender angel. But Mikey's dad doesn't seem to agree.

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Patrick Stump was hiding a secret. It was something that he had never told anybody—not even his parents nor his siblings—because he was certain that revealing his secret to other people would let them think only one thing: he had gone completely nuts. That wasn’t the case at all, thank you very much. The truth was that Patrick could predict when people are going to die. No kidding. And, actually, “predict” wasn’t the correct term to call his “gift” or “ability” or whatever at all… Patrick could see timers above people’s heads, indicating the amount of time they’ve got left to live. After years of witnessing multiple near-death accidents and the untimely passing of people he knew and even those he didn’t know—which he was clearly aware that he could have stopped and saved their lives if he had only tried—Patrick thought that he had lived long enough to see some good friends die, and he knew that it was probably a dangerous time to be a friend of his. He was on the bad side of twenty-five. © Daphne Reyes (conjurethemockingjay), All Rights Reserved 2015

If you've read my story Kik Me Sometime then you've probably heard the requests for a Stripper AU Well, I did it

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