Petetrick Stories

Patrick Stump is an agent of a top secret government bureau called Y.B.C. Pete Wentz is a serial killer. I think we all know what I'm hinting at here. (Under Minor/Major Revision)

Patrick and Pete are in high school, enjoying their normal lives. But when the popular group of people decide to ban any rock/punk/any good music from their school and only have shitty rap and pop, what are the scene, emo, punk, and awesome kids do about this! Pete gathers musicians he knows to form a band to save their favorite type of music. The band consisted of him as the bassist, Andy Hurley as the drummer, Joe Trohman as the other guitar, and Patrick Stump as the vocalist. But is it possible to save the music they love, or will the lead bitch Courtney end it all. (Based off of Save Rock and Roll. PeteRick)

"The first time I saw Pete was when I was six years old..."

It's been a year since I admire the young man living in the chalet next to mine and I have never done anything to make his dreams come true. But, this summer, it will change. Finally, this is what I promised myself before going on vacation.

(Title from American Teenager by Ethel Cain, fic loosely based on (coffee's for closers)) - "Are you okay?" Pete's gaze falls onto the face of a boy, probably around his age with pretty blue eyes and blond hair falling over his forehead. He's beautiful. Pete almost wants to believe this is the angel God sent down to save him, but he's just a kid. "I mean, obviously you're not, that was really depressing. But... you know what I mean." Pete does not know what he means. But he nods anyways, picking himself up and dusting off his legs and sitting back in the swing. His own brown eyes met the boys, his pupils dilated from the coke and maybe a little bit from love at first sight, and he grins. The boy seems a little taken aback, but he returns a soft smile. "Pete." He introduces himself, holding out his shaking hand. There was mulch stuck to his palm. "Patrick." The angel boy says, a honey-like voice spilling into Pete's ears in a way that felt equally heavenly and blasphemous, and his prayer from a moment before was on repeat in his mind, like a favorite record he was beginning to tire of.

Pete Wentz was just walking home after a long, exhausting practice-until everything changed. One moment it was night, the next... daylight. He found himself in a strange alley, disoriented, senses heightened, and an eerie feeling crawling under his skin. Something was off. No-he was different. Then it hit him. A memory. A face. Someone. Now, Pete has only one goal: Find the powerful being who turned him into... whatever he is now. And get answers-no matter what it takes.

{Compelted- Rewriting} I didn't do it I swear! Blurry made me! I'm so sorry," Tyler screams as they lock the gates and walk away. Tyler feels a light touch on his shoulder and looks up to see the one person he loves and thought he'd never see again. "J- Josh?" A little bit of Joshler a little bit of Ryden a little bit of whatever the hell that is. **Not focused on a single ship**

it all started in that one music store. all the happiness, relationships and enemy making. then comes the 'situation' that ruins it for everyone. this happy quirky music store becomes a horror at the sight. it brings back old memories we all tried to forget. it brings back people from past lives that ruin the present ones. I don't want to say too much though. I'll ruin it all again like he did. they were so nice until he showed up and messed it all up. I shouldn't continue with these words. it'll come out wrong like it did before. but whatever. what's the worst that I can say?

Patrick scooped some sand with his fist. He loved the beach, Yet he hated sand. He studied it closely, then shut his eyes. Rough and annoying just like his memories. He let it drop through his fingers, and felt the tears threatening to fall. "I need to forget, Please let me forget." he whispered softly, as if afraid someone was listening. He opened his blueish-green eyes and gazed at the water. He imagined himself struggling for breath under the deep blue liquid. He looked around for a boat, but all he saw was a old wooden dock. 'Perfect'. He climbed up the ladder and stepped onto the dock, which creaked under his weight. As he took the journey towards the end of the dock he let the tears go, they wouldn't be needed anymore. He looked down, glad that he never learned how to swim. 'Goodbye my friends' he imagined their smiling faces, they would be glad he was gone. Then he jumped, no regret. He heard muffled yelling and saw a figure jump into the water. 'no, please let me die' but the figure didn't listen. The figures hands reached out and grabbed him. As the figure began to swim up, patricks vision went black. He woke up coughing up salty water onto the white, rough sand. "What the hell man!?" he glared up at the dark haired man. "Ya know... before you jump off a dock like that, you should check who is watching."

Petetrick with bands scattered around like your heart after mcr

"Why?!" I scream. "You're back now! How can you throw those seven years away?! Do you even know how much I needed you three years ago?! How much I need you now?!" Patrick turns back to me. "Do you know you made my last two years at school living hell? I still look over my shoulder now waiting to be pushed to the ground and beaten until I'm coughing up blood!" I froze. "Patrick-" "I hat the way you say my name!" He exploded, storming over to me. When he's within a metre of me he reached out and shoves my chest, making me fall back on the couch. "And I want to hate you just half as much as I hate myself!" When Patrick returns to town after four years away, every little piece of life Pete has worked so hard to put back together, is blown apart again. Patrick wasn't there when Pete needed him most, and now that he's back, he's not the same. There's a wall between them that never used to be there, and is preventing their friendship from ever going back to normal. When you're so bad for someone you need so much, whose sanity do you chose? Theirs, or yours?

A bunch of oneshots about our favourite boys! Enjoy!

Pete and Patrick have been friends as long as they could remember. But they start to realize that what they had wasn't like it used to be. While shooting for a refreshed friendship, things turn out to have more of a spark than intended.

•friends even in death• based on a tumblr post

Hey guys! I'm going to be doing this story as a partial collab with @BaileyWolfy. Heres the summary: In which the world is half animal, and the boys of Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco etc. are in high school. Patrick likes Elisa. Elisa likes Brendon. Pete and Andy like Patrick. Meagan likes Pete. Joe likes Andy. Brendon likes Ryan. Ryan likes Brendon. See the issue? (They're in high school but they look like post-hiatus Fob and P!atd)

Pete doesn't know what to get his boyfriend for his birthday.

I gave up so I'll post it

After Patrick gets home from a quick vacation of visiting his family he finds his boyfriend Pete, in bed with one of their close friends. Patrick is devastated and Pete will do anything to get him back.