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intox in the gwv ✯ warnings: intox, dubcon, pete being a creep, general gwv warnings

uh me and @decaydancedeaddove talked a little about how pete would go about getting you drunk in the gwv so i wanted to put this out there and get us all on the same page lol

pete notices it the first time he gives you something to drink. it's just little sips from the beer he got for himself, him tilting the bottle up to your lips then stroking his thumb against the corner of your mouth, pretending like there's something to clean up. he still sees it though, the way your eyes are quick to glaze over and a barely-there flush climbs your cheeks. you're a total lightweight, a dopey smile on your lips and your giggle coming too easily each time he whispers a half-assed joke in your ear. 

he should've known, really. mikey's a lightweight and he's heard if not really seen that gerard's the same. it doesn't help that you have no real practice drinking and that you're not really old enough to be drinking either. it's not a problem though – you're not drinking unless pete is the one giving you alcohol. or maybe that's exactly the problem. 

pete knows from the way your lips form a little grimace when you drink beer that you don't like the taste of it. that's fine, he doesn't mind mixing other drinks for you. he's not the best at it but soda and liquor isn't that hard to master – you don't know enough about what you like yet to be picky or ask for any sort of complicated cocktail. all he has to do is pour enough cherry pepsi or sprite over vodka to mask the taste of it and you'll be happy. 

except pete can't get it out of his head: how smiley you are when the alcohol gets to you, how your eyes turn almost glassy and you start looking at him like he's the only thing that makes your world spin. it's not all that different from how you usually look at him, but you're still that little bit easier when you drink. that much more pliant, so eager to please and so willing to do anything he even hints at, no questions asked. and so he decides maybe he doesn't need to mask the taste of whatever cheap liquor he's giving you. 

it's not like you know how it's supposed to taste. your brothers wouldn't ever let you drink and you're not rebellious enough to go out and try it yourself. so he pours cherry pepsi over about half a cup of vodka for you. not enough to make you throw up or anything like that (he'd never hurt you or make you sick) but definitely enough to make you drunk. make you dizzy and distracted so that you're clinging to him, asking no questions when his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your pants in front of all his friends. 

he lets you get nearly halfway through the drink, watching how you sip and swallow too fast as though to get it over with. chewing on your lip to hide your frown each time you put your cup down. you'd never tell him you don't like the drink he made just for you, but he notices anyway. and he pretends to notice too late, when he can practically see your brain melting into mush. 

"is it too strong?" he asks, pouting at you and smoothing a hand over the top of your head. you tell him no quickly, head tipping over into his touch like a clumsy kitten. "here, let me get you more soda."

he fills the cup the rest of the way with soda. it'll taste fine now, but it's a bit late for that. you've already had too much too quickly, already giggling at him, holding onto his arm like he's the only thing keeping you on the ground. just like he likes you. 

you won't mind, won't worry about how dizzy you get as long as he's there to hold you up and keep you steady. and you'll be so easy later, the anticipation is enough to make his pants feel tighter already.

you lean up and kiss him, gentle but a little sloppy, and tasting like chapstick, cherries and vodka when he runs his tongue along your bottom lip. a grin spreads across your face when you pull back.

"thank you," you chime happily, trusting him completely. he wraps an arm around you, hooking his thumb into your belt loop as he kisses your temple.

"you're welcome, baby."

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Pete fucking Ryan and Ryan so so so politely asks him to stop even though he’s sobbing and can barely get his words out. maybe it’s just an off night for him but he hates it a lot and Pete won’t listen. But he’s used to it because no one ever listens to him, he’s only 16 and so shy and quiet after all!!!

ohhhhhhhmygod.

ryan’s so quiet asking that maybe pete doesn’t even hear him, maybe he does and just doesn’t care.

aaaaaa. ryan’d be so sweet going “please, pete— i don’t wanna— can you please stop?” and he’s fucking crying, hiccuping on little sobs between every word….

and pete pretends not to hear him. but of course he’s heard him, he just doesn’t care. he knows ryan will forgive him, anyway, so why would he bother stopping?

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pete wentz should have groomed me instead

YEAH. yeah.

that’s why i have sm fun writing the groomer pete fic, cause i am heavily projecting (<- girl who has stuff wrong with her brain)

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just had a weird fucking fuckass nightmare i’m so stressed man

fuck melatonin lol

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i literally took 4 melatonin so i could sleep last night😞

good news tho! i slept through the night mostly. i was only up for like an hour around 2-3am and then went right back to sleep

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this is gwv pete and y/n

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currently thinking abt when i met frank and was so nervous i almost threw up

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The bridge Mikey Way and Pete Wentz experienced an Amazing New Mexico Sunset on during the late afternoon of June 28th, 2005 is believed to be the bridge at La Llorona Park, Las Cruces.

Although there is no way to know for sure, we do know that they were in Las Cruces, New Mexico on June 28th. We also know that the band would visit parks. There aren't that many bridges in New Mexico, and other bridges have been excluded due to process of elimination.

It should be noted that you can hang out on the sidewalk of the bridge, as it is separated from the road.

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bit of a gwv chapter 24 sneak peak

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If I were Patrick I’d be roofieing Pete’s drinks with estrogen.

pete wentz on estrogen…… save me pete wentz on estrogen……

and like. pete has nooooo idea man. patrick will offer him like a bottle of water or pop or beer something like that and pete wouldn’t even think twice about it. he wouldn’t think it’s weird that it’s already opened. because why would patrick do something like that? it’s not even something that’d ever cross pete’s mind.

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people trying to cancel you took the "reader is 12" to seriously... /j

the craziest part about that fic is it’s not even sexual save for like a couple of throwaway lines

but yeah. the opps (minors on twitter who shouldn’t even be reading my content in the first place) are after me 😞✌️

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i wanna peg patrick so bad it’s not funny anymore i wanna put my girl peener in him - 🦈

mmmmm yeah….. he’d look so pretty taking it. he’d be whining so loud, begging for more, begging to cum…. i wanna hear him whimper

his pretty pink hole…….<3 gosh

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patrick, brendon n bilvy (all early on in their bands) seem like the kind to be so apologetic while they're groping and/or raping you it'd honestly be kind of pathetic if they weren't fucking their cum into you against your will. that's it that's the whole idea i've been sitting on that thought for weeks

i’ve gotten the craziest boner from this (i don’t have a dick) you’ve broken my brain

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you’re a minor get off of my ao3 lmao

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dear decaydanceredacted,

this is my first time sending any tumblr asks so I’m sorry if it isn’t quite right. I just want to say some thoughts about Patrick Stump.

I think he could crush me between his thighs if he tried, and I think he should. I also think he should do that to Pete

okay, that’s all,

Orchid

oh my god. do NAWT get me started on patrick stump’s thighs…. 🤤🤤

hhhhhhhhh. sorry i blacked out for a bit there. he could definitely crush someone between his thighs….

jesus i just. patrick call me #needthat