I dont have much to say but i need both pete and gabe in my pussy bro
this is completely valid because i cannot think about it for too long without getting a mega boner and passing out.
double penetration with pete and gabe as they make out above you. anytime you lift your head and try to explain that you need a break, they just laugh at you and spit down at you telling you to shut up!!! :(((
siggghhhh evil gay weirdos who use you like a fleshlight for a date <333
a little less pete wentz; the bridges that we've burned; back to earth
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this chapter is for @jazzthecat00, not because she'll like it in particular, but because I would keep posting fic even if she was the last woman on earth reading it, she is my personal guardian angel, I'm so glad she exists
something special, someone sacred
(explicit, m/m, 16 chapters, no ao3 warnings)
themes: sugaring, daddy issues, age difference, domestic discipline, healing
A little lost as he approaches graduation, and unsatisfied with the college dating pool, Patrick connects via a sugar dating app with the established, much-older Pete, who turns out to be a little more broken than he seems. Their intense chemistry sparks new levels of intimacy for both, but they’re more alike than they think: their shared impulse to shy away from being deeply known tempts them to self-destruct, even more together than alone.
Can raw physicality heal them, or will they find ways to see each other beneath and beyond the skin?
written by @lakemichiganlolita and illustrated by @greatxparty
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Summary: everyone jokes that you and Patrick are bassicly boyfriends, but you have a date with someone else!
Warnings!: aggressive suiter, forced kiss, (This guy is just kinda designed to be a dick lol)
Word count: 2,090+
Y/N had known Patrick Stump since middle school. It was like they were joined at the hip, inseparable. They stuck together through high school and even after. Y/N was the one who helped run merch tables, drive the van, amongst other things for the band.
It had gotten to the point where everyone just assumed the two were dating, and when they called Patrick Y/N's boyfriend. He didn't really stop to correct them, not that they were dating, but if he had corrected everyone he would have to explain it 24/7.
Y/N had just finished packing up the leftover boxes of shirts after a show when Pete came up.
“Have fun watching your boyfriend tonight?” Pete asked
Y/N sighed, “Pete, you of all people know he's not my boyfriend.”
“Well I haven't seen you dating anyone else? Maybe you should just make it official.” Pete said mockingly, making a kissy face at the end.
Y/N chuckled and shook his head.
“What?” Pete asked.
Y/N closed the back door of the van before walking towards the driver's seat as Pete followed. “Well actually, I have a date tomorrow.”
Pete coughed and then started rubbing his ear, “I'm sorry, I think I lost my hearing during the show. It sounded like you said you have a date.”
Y/N just smiled and nodded at Pete.
“OK, well spill. Who is this mystery date?” Pete asked, leaning against the van with his arms crossed.
Y/N joined him, resting his back on the van, “It's this really cool guy who came and talked to me at the merch tables the other night. He's the drummer for that other band that played.”
“Desire in Stilettos?” Pete asked.
“That's the one.” Y/N confirmed.
“Oh yeah, I remember. Alex, right? Seemed like a cool dude. I remember Patrick saw him over there with you and he totally kept messing up on every song. Forgot the words, was strumming too fast or too slow.” Pete chuckled.
Y/N just rolled his eyes and opened the drivers door to the van, hopping in. Soon the rest of the guys were packed up and in the van, making the long ride back home.
The entire ride was awkward and silent. Usually Patrick sat in the passenger seat, but tonight he was tucked back in the corner, the furthest seat from Y/N.
Everyone got dropped off one by one, until it was just Y/N and Patrick. The air was a little thick, and the fact that the radio was broken in the van didn't help.
Eventually Patrick cleared his throat before speaking, “so… Pete said you have a date tomorrow?”
“Hm? Oh, oh yeah. It's with this guy I met at one of the last shows we were at. We're just going to hang out.” Y/N said, pulling up into Patrick's driveway.
“Oh, cool.” Patrick got up and grabbed his guitars before walking over to the driver's side window, “well, ugh, have fun, dude.” Patrick gave an awkward wave before going inside his parents house.
~~~
“Hey!” Alex waved as he saw Y/N enter the record store.
Y/N smiled and walked up to Alex, “Hey!”
Without warning Alex leaned down and hugged Y/N. Y/N was a little thrown off, but hugged him back.
The two looked through the music at the store while chatting about their interests.
Y/N smiled as he picked up ‘I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love’.
“Oh, sweet! I've been looking for this vinyl!” Y/N smiled.
“Oh, you like My Chemical Romance? I mean they're ok, but they're like total posers. It's like they make hardcore but for girls.” Alex laughed.
Y/N laughed awkwardly before putting the album back, “haha, yeah…”
After the record store, Alex and Y/N went to a music store. Y/N followed behind Alex as he picked up almost every instrument in the store, asking the workers obnoxious questions, and then playing as loud as possible.
Y/N picked up a guitar and started playing a song that Patrick had taught him, and then Alex came over.
“Haha, man. You are not great at playing are you? Here, let me show you how to actually play.” Alex then grabbed the guitar from Y/N and cranked the amp up.
“You were playing slow, if you want to sound good you have to play fast, like this.” Alex then started strumming something akin to Metallica, blaring the loud sound through the small store.
By the time they left, it was already dark. Alex insisted on walking Y/N back to his apartment. As they got to the front door, the two stopped.
Alex leaned against the wall, resting his arm above Y/N, cornering him against the apartment door. “I had fun today.” Alex said, looking down at Y/N.
“Oh yeah, it was a good time.” Y/N said as he awkwardly smiled, trying to seem genuine.
“It's like you really get me, you know?” Alex said, leaning down. Before Y/N could do anything, Alex was kissing him. His lips were rough and forceful. The taste of cigarettes was all Y/N could think of. By the time Alex pulled back he was already walking off, “well, i'll see you later. Give me a call ok?”
Y/N quickly went inside, immediately brushing his teeth to try and get rid of the taste and feel of Alex's lips. After, Y/N plopped down on his bed, sighing. Just then, Y/N's phone went off. Fully expecting it to be Alex, Y/N ignored it, letting the 8-bit ringtone echo in the apartment.
Just when the first call should have gone to voicemail, the ringing began again. This time, Y/N checked. It was actually Pete calling.
Y/N answered his phone, “Hello?”
“Hey, buddy! How'd your date go?” Pete asked.
“I don't want to talk about it.” Y/N said.
“Damn, that bad, huh? Wait wait, before you tell me let me go over and you tell me in person.” Pete said excitedly.
“No Pete, I don't want any-” before Y/N could finish his sentence, Pete had hung up. Y/N sighed, knowing fully well that he would be at his apartment in about 10 minutes.
~~~
There was a knock at the door. Y/N stood and opened it, but instead of Pete, Patrick stood at the door.
“Hey, Pete asked for me to come over, said he was going to but somethin’ came up, so he said i should.” Patrick said.
Y/N sighed for what felt like the millionth time that night and let Patrick in.
Patrick sat awkwardly on Y/N's couch, shifting on the cushion, “so, ugh… how was your date.”
Y/N leaned forward, resting his head in his hands, “so bad.”
Patrick frowned, feeling bad for his best friend, “you wanna talk about it?”
Y/N sat up, ready to tell Patrick everything, “He was so inconsiderate! First, he got in my personal space without warning, then he dissed my music taste. Oh, and then he was completely obnoxious at the music store, I'll never be able to go in there again.”
Y/N leaned back, covering his face with his hands, “and then he kissed me.”
Patrick coughed, “he KISSED you?”
“It was so bad. I never want to go on a date again.”
“You just had one bad date, you'll have better ones.” Patrick said, trying to cheer up Y/N.
“Nah, dude. I think I'll just stay single. be the old man who drives the van. I think I'll start working on my beer gut, actually.” Y/N joked, grabbing his stomach.
Patrick laughed, “Well, at least you've gone on a date. I can't say I've even done that. You've definitely kissed more people than me.”
Y/N sat back up and turned towards Patrick, “what? No way! You've never gone on a date?”
Patrick just shook his head.
“Well on a date you can kinda do anything, but the main point is to get to know the other person.” Y/N explained.
“What if you already know the person pretty well, like you're going on a date with a friend?” Patrick asked, becoming slightly flushed.
“Well, then I guess you're just trying to have fun with them, just building up the relationship and becoming more intimate.” Y/N said.
Patrick was quiet for a moment, shifting in his seat again.
“Hey Y/N, can I just try something really quick? You can tell me to stop if you're too uncomfortable.” Patrick asked, moving closer to Y/N.
“Sure, but what did you want to do-” Y/N’s words froze in his mouth as Patrick's lips gently brushed his.
The kiss was soft, gental, and Patrick’s lips tasted of mint gum. Y/N found himself leaning into the kiss, wanting more. After a few seconds they pulled back, both with a slight blush across their cheeks. They looked each other in the eyes, both wonderstruck.
But quickly, Patrick looked away, the blush on his face growing redder, “s-sorry! I just, ugh, I just wanted to know what it felt like to kiss someone…”
Y/N looked at Patrick shocked, “You mean that was actually your first kiss? Like for real?”
Patrick rubbed the back of his neck, “ye-yeah. I wasn't joking about you having kissed more people than me because, well… I hadn't kissed anyone before.”
Without thinking, Y/N leaned towards Patrick, kissing him again, this time with absolute love weaved in-between each movement of his lips. When Y/N pulled back, he noticed that he had pinned Patrick to the couch and that he was over him.
“S-sorry! it's just, you were acting all cute talking about kissing and I just didn't think and-”
“We can keep doing that! I-if you want…” Patrick said, his hands now resting on Y/N's waist, almost begging Y/N to stay where he was.
Y/N smiled, leaning down and kissing Patrick again.
~~~
By about 11PM, the two were laying on the couch together, Y/N laying on his back while Patrick laid on top of Y/N, his head resting on his chest as they half watched whatever was on TV.
“You know, I might not give up on dating.” Y/N said as he played with Patrick's hair.
Patrick looked up towards Y/N, “Oh yeah?”
“So long as it's you I get to date.” Y/N said, almost sounding like a question.
“I think that's a pretty good idea.” Patrick said, nuzzling into Y/N.
Bonus!:
“So, are you guys actually official?” Pete asked as Y/N unloaded the merch for tonight's show.
“We've both already told you and the other guys several times now. Yes, we are officially dating.” Y/N said, placing the box of shirts down on the folding table.
“You know Desire in Stilettos plays with us tonight, how do you think Alex will take it?” Pete asked.
Just then Patrick came over with another box of shirts, setting it down on the table too, “I think he'll get the idea when he sees me with Y/N all night, and if that doesn't work, well, let's just say I have a bit of a surprise.” Patrick gave Y/N a peck on the check before going off with the rest of the band for sound check.
~~~
Patrick had sat with Y/N the entire night before he had to go on stage. While the band was playing, Alex saw his opportunity to strike.
Alex made his way to the merch table, leaning against it to talk to Y/N, “Hey, handsome. Why didn't you call me?”
Y/N tried to lean away from him, the smell of cigarettes still fresh on Alex, “I got busy.”
Alex grabbed Y/N by the arm, pulling him closer to him, “I took you out for a fun time and you ‘got busy’?”
Just then Patrick spoke on the mic, “This next one goes out to someone special. Y/N, over at our merch table, I love you!” and the band began to play.
“Who the hell does that guy think he is?” Alex said, letting go of Y/N's arm.
Y/N shoved him away, “That's my boyfriend!” Alex stumped back and scoffed, retreating back into the crowd and out of the venue. Y/N turned back to the stage, cheering on Patrick and the band.
A little lost as he approaches graduation, and unsatisfied with the college dating pool, Patrick connects with the much-older Pete, who is a little more broken than he seems. Their intense chemistry sparks new levels of intimacy for both, but they’re more alike than they think: their shared impulse to shy away from being truly known tempts them to self-destruct, even more together than alone.
Can raw physicality heal them, or will they find ways to see each other beyond the skin?
Read something special, someone sacred by lakemichiganlolita HERE | @lakemichiganlolita | check out their post about the fic here!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Final chapter of my a little less sixteen candles vampire peterick au is up! I've worked on this one for nearly a year all told, so any comments would be hugely appreciated!
Chapter summary:
Pete has a plan. Doesn't mean it's a good one, though.
And if you want to read it from the start, you can find chapter one here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fic summary:
If Pete lost control and attacked him, well...at least Pete would finally touch him again. He had been holding himself back since he got turned, staying as far away from Patrick as physically possible in the small basement apartment they shared. Patrick understood why, but he missed Pete's touch like it was one of his limbs. And if Pete managed to turn him? Well, at least he wouldn’t be alone.
Patrick finds a remedy for Pete's vampiric bloodlust. The only flaw in the plan? He's using his own blood in the blend, thereby increasing Pete's bloodlust for him specifically. The more Pete touches him, gets close, breathes him in, the more Patrick ups the dose.
