Petetrick Stories

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.

Pete moves to Chicago with his mom after his parents get divorced. he feels empty without his dad being around but then Patrick comes along and things start to change for him. · ·· ··· Starting Anew; a short Petetrick au just to fuel my boredom :)

Petetrick with bands scattered around like your heart after mcr

Just a cute Petetrick fanfic, hope you enjoy this as much as I did!!

Patrick's notebook contains the meaning of life.

It's 2001 in Wilmette, Illinois and (soul punk looking tera) Patrick Stump, and (save rock and roll looking era) Pete Wentz officially meet in the hallway of their high school. Patrick's comfortable with his status as the Pariah no one knows exists basically, and who no one talks to. Pete's the kid who most kids hate, or bully. He's got the soul of a poet, and is starting a band, which Patrick wants no part of, he does NOT want to be the center of anyone's attention. Patrick's got a voice like gold, and Pete got the writing to find a way to make this story truly unfold, in a school full of hate, maybe Pete and Patrick will find a way to make the sunset, and rise for each other, every day.p Credit goes to my very good friend @84prettyinpunk79 she helped so much with this and for that I thank you

Petetrick oneshots ranging from heartbreaking to- even more heartbreaking.

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"If our love is wrong" "Then I don't ever want to be right" 3 pairs who can't be together fall in love Joshler Brallon Petetrick "We're a couple of gay kids in the ghetto how do you think this is gonna end" "I'm done josh call me when you're ready to be who you are" "If I go back home right now with a north side boy none of us are coming back alive"

•all because of a tweet• based on a tumblr post i saw

Pete had a routine in the morning. That routine went like this: Wake up, curse the sun for the pain behind his eyelids and the throbbing headache, get out of bed, pour himself a bowl of cereal while ignoring any notes from last night's man or woman, and watch cartoons until it was time for work. It was a routine that worked like a well kept train, until it didn't anymore.

[frerard highschool au/sequel to headfirst for halos] Anger manifests itself in Gerard Way, burning away at the softness that once lay there. Everything that has happened has been too much, but he'll never admit that. He can't help but take it out on everyone that walks past him, from his brother's ex-boyfriend, Pete Wentz, to a kid he picked up on that night. Frank Iero. But something else is manifesting in Gerard, something that feels stronger than the anger and the sadness and the hurt. Love. Or at least something close to it. The need to protect this kid in the same way he desperately tried to protect his brother. There's a connection between all of these people. Between the sadness and the anger and the hollowness. They just want Mikey Way back. [trigger warning for: self-harm, suicide, dark thoughts, underage. literally i cannot stress this enough there are multiple, graphic descriptions of self-harm and suicide attempts please read with extreme caution if you are sensitive to that kind of thing]

this was a mistake

A peterick story

A bunch of Peterick oneshots based off different songs! Enjoy ❤️

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

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."

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