The Little Things
As I’m sure some of you will already know, sometimes a shop evolves into much more than a shop. It becomes a place where people go when they feel sad, or happy, or when they need sanctuary from the rituals of day-to-day life.*
As I’m sure some of you will already know, sometimes a shop evolves into much more than a shop. It becomes a place where people go when they feel sad, or happy, or when they need sanctuary from the rituals of day-to-day life.*
Time marches on, as it is wont to do, and things quickly settle down after the drama on and around Valentine’s Day. With the tension between Ryan and Brendon now converted into an almost sickeningly sweet relationship, the atmosphere in Little Things is back to its usual chocolate-scented harmony. The days slide into weeks, and then months, bringing warm weather and a rush of students needing a chocolate fix during their finals.* Sequel to The Little Things.
“Make sure that the Clandestine Vampire Hunters reach the House of Wolves bar,” Beckett said a disturbing tranquiility about his voice. “I have already given the orders to my men, but the other gangs might go after them now that they’re wounded.” Linked to the last chapter that has links to all previous chapters embedded.*
Spencer and Ryan looked at each other for a moment, and Ryan nodded. (It’s always Ryan’s call; everything about the project has to go through Ryan first because at this point, Ryan basically is the project. His entire life has been leading up to this, he thinks. This is his life.)*
“Well,” Pete’s mom says, one hand on her hip. She leans against the car window, peering in at Patrick. “At least you’re not twenty-eight.”* Sequel to A Little More Sixteen Candles.
Brendon had always danced. Even when he was really little, he’d steal his older sisters’ dress-up skirts and twirl and twirl in them until he was sick and had to collapse to catch his breath, and then he’d do it again. Of course, he’d gotten older and stopped stealing his sisters’ clothing, mostly because they had no qualms about ganging up on him and forcibly taking it back, usually with merciless tickling and pinching. Was it his fault he fit their jeans better than they did?*
Pete has only two things to live for: Keeping Patrick alive and killing as many vampires as he can.*
Ageswap AU, in which Pete is still young enough that people are hopeful he will one day act his age, Joe is under no such illusion, and Patrick and Andy are old enough to know better (but young enough to do it anyway).*
“I don’t know,” Patrick said anxiously, hesitating with his hand on the door handle. Through the glass window he could see people milling around inside the room, some settling themselves on the floor, others mingling and introducing each other.*
When you work in retail in a quiet shopping center, there’s not a whole lot to do except gossip and fall in love. Luckily, the latter provides the former, especially when there’s a love hexagon involved.*
A funeral is really the wrong place to learn you’ve inherited a business.*
In which various members of FOB, MCR, The Used, P!atD, TAI, GCH, and Various Others are students at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, complete with typical high school hookups, Bad Ideas, Really Bad Ideas, and a wee bit of telekinesis, amongst others. Part one of a series, but can standalone if you like.*
A geneticist, a paleontologist, an advertising executive, a geologist, and a doctor all walk into a bar. Or rather, a tropical island. What do they all have in common?*
“So, I’m pretty sure she knocked me up before she left,” Brendon said conversationally.*
Brendon is still missing his babies. Ryan Ross is a bitchy pregnant seahorse. And MikeyWay has run away to the Reef, and theh other must brave the unknown to rescue him. Drama! Angst! Less fish puns than the last one! More Mpreg, of sorts. Boys (and girls) as sea creatures.* Sequel to Life in the Rock (and Roll) Pool.
“I’m not dead!” Patrick reiterates fiercely. “Do I look like I’m dead?!”*
“So basically, you guys are worried because I was out doing grown-up things that are part of my job title, and my ex-boyfriend got engaged, as I wasn’t out shooting people with paintball guns?”*
In which it is proven that there’s a perfectly valid reason for Pete to be such a total freak, and hey, all those Emma Bull novels? Totally true.*
Patrick’s eyes flew open with the realization that his boyfriend definitely should not have breasts.*
Pete got it for her as a present, and he didn’t really think she’d use it, but she hadn’t even hesitated before slipping into the harness and fucking him hard. He was glazed the whole next day.*
Trish/Pete demands boy!Pete. And also how she has to get herself off after shows, and her secret fantasy.*
And Patrick wants to say, see, thi is why so many guys are terrified to date you and you have to write emo lyrics about them.* AU, Pete has always been a girl.
If Pete’s perfectly honest she only feels bad about the tape because of how upset Patrick is.*
There was a piece of newspaper stuck under a vent on the dash with the number 147338 written on it in huge, red letters.*
Patrick has his headphones on, which is like saying Patrick has pants on – except that his teachers don’t make him take off his pants during class, which Patrick appreciates.*
“This is a bad idea,” Andy said, shaking his head. “You’re what, one, maybe two semesters away from graduating?”*
After the fifth night of pretty damn near no sleep, Pete didn’t so much ask Andy to switch places with him for a while as he begged, threatened, cajoled, and eventually bribed him.*
Patrick stood in front of the box set section at the local book and music chain, twirling a ragged lock of hair at his temple, trying to figure out how he could best blow his entire paycheck from his first week of working at the grocery store.*
Patrick’s hands scrabble uselessly on the slick material of Pete’s jeans. The threads are rough, almost abrasive on the pads Patrick’s fingertips as he tries to get a firm enough grip to thrust up into Pete’s body. Pete on his part has braced his hands on the roof of Patrick’s mom’s car, and he twists his hips down, but it’s not right, not enough to get either of them off.*
It’s his first day back home after a week at Decaydance’s offices down in Florida, and he always arranges his flight so he lands at O’Hare in time to pick the girls up from school.*
Pete’s a music producer. Patrick’s a studio muscisian who needs a flatmate. Mikey Way’s an enabler.*
Pete Wentz thinks MCR’s second drummer is perfect, and he’s not sure how he missed Patrick in Chicago, but he’s out to get him now.*
Pete attempts to convince Patrick to move in together.*
Most of the other penguins would roll their eyes at the little kid sliding happily over the ice and singing wordless songs at the top of his lungs, but Patrick didn’t care.*
Follows Isn’t It Messed Up (How I’m Just Dying to Be Him) and You’re the Only Place That Feels Like Home.
Pete accidentally “outs” himself and Patrick on Good Morning America. Only problem? They’re not gay. What now?*
“There’s only so much Robert Smith you can take in one dose, and seriously, I never thought I’d say this but you’re starting to make me hate Disintegration.”*
Fact: If you can see Patrick Martin Stumph, he can see you. If you can’t see Patrick Martin Stumph, you may be only seconds away from death.*
Andy creates a wormhole, Patrick from the past shows up, shenanigans ensue.*
“Would you like to hold the babies?” The nurse smiled down at the woman who, after ten hours of unending labor, didn’t really feel so hot. Kind of like she had just pushed two 8 pound watermelons out of her body. But at the mention of the babies, the residual pain subsided and she nodded her head. At this, two other nurses appeared and each placed a warm newborn – one dark haired and with dark eyes, the other with fair hair and eyes closed – on the crooks of both her arms.*
Things Pete has learned about his band mates that he didn’t know before they went on tour (that first time, when everything was new and every mile was one mile farther than he’d ever been, and the van started to feel like home somewhere in Wyoming, with snowy farmer’s fields on either side under a sky like gray wool)*
Pete’s first thought, when he woke up with his mouth full of feathers, was that Patrick had slashed his pillow in the night.*
Recently, Pete has taken to texting Patrick approximately four thousand times a day.*
It’s NOT okay to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests.*
Patrick never should have let Joe talk him into sharing a joint, but the bartender in this club actually served him beer and the tour is almost over and Patrick is equal parts exhausted and amped up from a really good show, and fuck it, he deserves to act like a rock star on occasion.*
Patrick is a studio musician. Peter is in a boyband. No, seriously.* I’ve linked to the most recently finished chapter. You may have to do a little investigating to find future chapters until I can get a link to the final chapter.
“Are we together?” asks Patrick and what Pete hates most about him is how hesitant he sounds. “It looked. I mean. I thought we might be.”*
“I like that you’re expressing yourself with your camera phone in a way that doesn’t involve your genitals, but can you leave me out of it, please?”*
Don’t you know/how sweet and wonderful life can be?/I’m askin’ you, baby/To get it on with me.*
Patrick stood clutching his guitar-case and duffle-bag, gazing blankly at the buildings trying to hide among the trees. Typical summer camp at its campiest, just like he always saw on TV; he made a face, turning to look at his mother’s worried expression.*
When counting down all the best parts of being a rock star, no one would really put ‘makes it easier to beat off’ on the list. Or at least Pete Wentz would have told you that, if you’d asked him yesterday.*
Fresh out of college, Pete Wentz is Patrick’s new government teacher. That would be fine except they’re still Pete and Patrick.*
Pete is a mermaid who saves Patrick’s life.* You’ll need to scroll down a bit for this one. There isn’t currently a master page for this.
Patrick was tired; that kind of tired where you just stand around stupidly, blinking at the tiny room with its tinier beds, while your band-mates staggered about, throwing down their bags and rooting around for toothbrushes and maybe a change of clothes. Or in Pete’s case, actual underwear he’d put on because he was going commando under his tight jeans at that very moment.*
Patrick rubbed his nose as he put down the guitar and snagged Pete’s loose notes; he was safely hidden away in Joe’s basement, forcing some words and music together. He had deliberately chosen to spend some time in Joe’s house, instead of Pete’s, because he couldn’t bother with all the questions. Really, he just couldn’t.* Sequel to Circa 2001.
Pete isn’t quite sure what he thought was going to happen when he wrote G.I.N.A.S.F.S. but he definitely thought it would be more spectacular than this.*
Pete takes Patrick to Neverland; the re-telling of Peter Pan.*
Once upon a time, in the middle of the night when the band had a rare night off on the road, Joe said, “Patrick. You gotta come over here.”*
The opening night of Angels and Kings is a lot more entertaining than Patrick expects.*
They’re rare, these lazy Saturday evenings alone, after lazier Satuday afternoons and even lazier mornings when they don’t untwine themselves until nearly noon, and there are a million other things they could be doing—should be doing, really—but instead they’re lying here, rain running in long, thin rivulets down the windows as they sprawl across their bed.*
Handsome prince, check; young person bearing up alone under circumstances, check; man and woman — waaaait a minute.*
So a while ago I wrote this story where Patrick and Pete met over craigslist. Except it wasn’t as filthy as I’d like. So, you know, I thought, “Let’s fix that.” And this is the result.*
One night a couple years back, in the middle of someone’s house party after a show, Patrick asks Pete if he wants to have sex.*
When Pete shows up Sunday, mid-afternoon, for ten days of house sitting and “Keeping a general eye on things, Patrick, we know you’re too old for a babysitter, but we worry,” he looks exactly the same, except for a stupid haircut that makes him look like someone cut it when he was too drunk to look in a mirror, or something. “Hey, kid,” he says, first thing, lugging a huge, shiny brown duffle behind him. It’s slippery, nylon or something, and it keeps rubbing against Pete’s jeans, making some sort of whispery zipper sound that sets Patrick’s teeth on edge. “I’m here for Patricksitting. I assume you’re the Patrick?”*
Patrick turns seventeen on the usual day and in the usual way: he oversleeps, cuts himself shaving, folds his birthday waffle in half (it has extra chocolate chips and a whipped cream smiley face with hearts for eyes that turns into a good-intentioned mess when the sides press together), and eats it on the way to school.*
Pete likes to draw on Patrick’s skin. This leads to porn. Obviously.*
It’s the sound of the phone ringing that statles Pete from a restless, shivering half-sleep he fell into only because his body just couldn’t stay awake any longer.*
Two Heads Are (Sometimes) Better Than One: The Pete&Patrick Variety Show. VH1, Wednesdays, 9pm (ET) Four out of five stars.*
Sometimes your suddenly sentient action figures need to teach you valuable life lessons. Just saying.*
Background: Marilyn Manson dissed MCR for wearing makeup? Frank handled it gracefully, we’re all going to pretend Gerard did not.*
Currently PeteandPatrick, also PetePatrick, still no surprising anybody, are sitting in a hotel room in varying states of frustration.*
Pete was in what people called a fucking bad mood. He was glowering. It takes energy to glower in the furnace-like heat that was Orlando’s shimmering summer, but he was doing it, alright, and doing it good. It was really Patrick’s fault. After the show last night, when they were sleeping (well, he didn’t get to sleep) Patrick had kicked him mercilessly; stolen all the covers (and one of his pillows); and had the AC turned to arctic levels.*
Some people are really good liars. Some people can lie like breathing, they can look you straight in the face and sell you on a green sky and a moon made of cheese and send you away happy.*
Patrick, the musical prodigy and sheltered student. Joe, the ex-student, pissed off and exultant. Pete, the privileged rebel, the visionary. Andy the maquis. Together, somehow, they become a band.*
It actually made things easier, in a way, seeing Pete as a means to an end – a beautiful orgasm or two – because otherwise she might have been tempted to really fall in love with him.*
The first time Patrick brought it up again after it happened, it was to ask for a divorce.*
Pete’s doorbell rings at 5:26 p.m. on his thirtieth birthday, roughly four hours before any of his friends are supposed to show up to help him get blitzed out of his mind. Pete is far from opposed to pre-gaming, but four hours is kind of pushing it. Like, even Joe’s not there yet.*
It’s not at all representative of the anger pooling in my abdomen, but I’m not lying when I say I don’t wanna get into it.* Chronicles Pete and Patrick’s complicated relationship, from best friends to more, in alternating first-person POV, post-Best Buy Incident through the present. This author has kind of disappeared off the face of the planet and that makes me sad. I’ve been obsessively trolling the community in hopes of catching the next part (tags! tags are awesome, people. use them!) but if anyone knows anything about this author or this story could you email me? I’d love to know how it ends…
“Dude,” Pete says, dropping down onto the lounge couch next to Patrick. “Dude, did you know we’re playing a bar show in Billings?”*
Patrick just wants to get laid! Is that really too much to ask?*
Patrick’s never been any damn good at ignoring Pete Wentz.*
The day Pete meets Patrick, he wakes up to the sound of rain against his windows.*
The sequel of Would You Kill Me In My Sleep. Starts fourteen years later… to the day, from the ending of Would You Kill Me In My Sleep.
“They were so used to quarrelling and making it up again that they got married so as to go on doing it more conveniently.” (C.S. Lewis) Sequel to Asking to Be Born.
“Oh, fuck.” Pete throws his head back, panting, fingers scrabbling at Patrick’s sweat-slick back. “Fockfuckfuck, Patrick, Patrick.”*
“Okay, this is what I’ve figured out so far. I’m stuck in some sort of hell that looks vaguely like a Sandra Bullock movie.”*
Patrick is a widower and young father. Pete is an advertising exec with a failing relationship. When Patrick’s daughter makes a call to a radio shrink, lives intersect and shenanigans ensue.*
It’s the end of the world as these kids know it, and Gabe Saporta is throwing a party.*
They’re just superheroes trying to save the world: How Frank convinced Bob to run.*
Fashion world AU. All our favorite boys have jobs in the fashion world. An outtake from a much larger verse.*
Brendon’s wish backfires and he turns into Spencer’s drum kit. As you do.*
Rodney is sort of angered beyond all possible comprehension at the new batch of scientists.*
“I hate Valentine’s Day,” Patrick says while tearing into the Taco Bell bag the runner brought to the studio for lunch. He extracts a handful of packets and tries to decide what level of hot sauce he wants, choosing the hottest. He’ll go for broke; perhaps the sauce will burn away the sour taste brought upon by thoughts of Valentine’s Day.*
You may have to search around a little bit. There isn’t really a master page for this fic.
Frank’s a rock star. Gerard’s a bodyguard hired to protect him. Together they fight crime. Shenanigans ensue.*
Pete probably shouldn’t have told the world that Patrick Stump had no game, and he definitely shouldn’t have told Panic at the Disco. Because Patrick Stump is an evil mastermind, and he knows exactly how to make Pete admit the error of his ways.*
Immediately following the events of “Patrick’s Garden Center.” He had just propositioned some random guy right there at the farmer’s market!* Sequel to Patrick’s Garden Center.
Pete sometimes wanted to form an “only-boy-in-the-band” club. He could ask Ryan to join.*
It’s the high seas at an indeterminate point in history. Gruesome Gerard and Lyn-z face off in a contest of who will be the dominant do-gooder, with Ray the cook, Mikey the first mate, Pete the stowaway, Frank the failed ninja, and assorted others falling over in the background. In short: pirate AU!*
Pete Wentz is the star of the soccer team. He’s their team’s only saving grace, and they’re damn lucky they even have him — word is, he’s on a Division One club team that’s ranked second in the nation. The only information disputing this is that he’s maybe on the number one team. He’s gone enough that it’s believable, but then, he goes out with enough girls (and boys, though that’s less going out and more just making out) that it stops making sense.*
I saw a picture of Patrick and said, “Patrick teaches tenth grade science.” The rest wrote itself! Yes, the first section ends abruptly, but really, we were distracted by Gerard.*
“Yeah,” Pete continues, rolling his eyes before pinning his glare back on her, “the reputation we’d have for letting out barely-legal singer get her shit touched on stage while the three guys in the band sat back and watched. Real nice. Sign me up for that rep.”
A drycleaners, a hair salon, the park bench that brings them together, and their various friends and enemies; one summer at the mall.*
Hospital AU. Spencer Smith has moved to Chicago to work at Chicago General with his best friend, one Ryan Ross. Here he meets some hilarious staff members, makes a lot of friends, and drinks a lot of coffee.
When Pete Wentz decides to write a soap opera, he doesn’t do it small; he does it HUGE and gets everyone involved. But is the real soap opera the one playing out for the television audience with Spanish villas and pirates and evil, sinister betrothals or the one behind the scenes that involves pill poppers, awesome partiers, live chickens, romantic gay love, wacky Three’s Company Too mix ups and betrayal of the worst and most heinous kind? Well, that’s kind of up to the crazy mix of actors, musicians, various crew and production members to decide for themselves. Even if they are the ones in the thick of it.
In the year 2030 The United States is a third world country and Chicago is divided into sectors that strain relations between the social classes to the breaking point. Pete is a member of an underground movement; Patrick is the sheltered son of a rich business man. They’ve nothing in common but when circumstances force them together something that was missing in each of them clicks into place.*
The diner! au. the boys live and work in the small town of paradise, nevada. some were born there, some traveled there looking for something. it’s easy enough to settle into a routine, but equally easy to get lost in that routine. spencer in particular. he’s grumpy, generally dissatisfied with life, and likes books more than people. this is what happens when someone comes along to change that.*
He keeps telling himself that he’s trying to be a good samaritan, that he’s just trying to pick up clues about the camera’s owner so he can track them down and give it back. Really.*
Marine Biology student Patrick Stump was looking to get away from everything when he signed up for an internship, but he didn’t expect to get sent all the way to southern Ireland. He’s been assigned to work with Pete Wentz and his whale watching tour business, and though he’d never admit it, the town and its crazy inhabitants may hold exactly what he’s been searching for.*
It wasn’t like he didn’t know these guys; not like he hadn’t spent weeks practically living in their back pockets during Warped. It was just… There was a difference between the screaming chaos that was a tour and this. Patrick took a deep breath, pulled his hat down, and knocked on the door of the bus.*
Sometimes when Pete needs to get out of his head for a while he goes over to the track. Not to ride, because when he’s in a mood like this even the things he loves bore him. Just to sit in the grass and mope.*
Pete and Brendon swap houses after break-ups. The Holiday AU.*
It’s the end of the world as these kids know it, and Gabe Saporta is throwing the party.*
Spencer and Ryan looked at each other for a moment, and Ryan nodded. (It’s always Ryan’s call; everything about the project has to go through Ryan first because at this point, Ryan basically is the project. His entire life has been leading up to this, he thinks. This is his life.)*
Fresh out of college, Pete Wentz is Patrick’s new government teacher. That would be fine except they’re still Pete and Patrick.*