#the peterick is attacking me Help Help!!! Help! Help! Help!

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(gif) (lyrics in order: another saturday by orca, i know the end by phoebe bridgers)

"I asked Patrick Stump this question, as well. Are you two forever intertwined because of that special chemistry you have as collaborators?"

"Yeah. I mean, I think so ... I do think we’re forever kind of connected, and we’re kind of kindred spirits as far as that goes. He’s always the person I can still call, and he just gets it."

(https://www.tumblr.com/propertyofzack/6824435705/pete-wentz-discusses-relationship-with-patrick)

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I have been trying to get one of my friends into Peterick, but I don't even know where to start. I considered a PP presentation but I feel like even that wouldn't be enough... Your ask the other day resonated deeply with me because how could I possibly choose?! 😩 Do you think the hiatus might be too much for a first introduction?

Well anon, is your friend capable of sight and/or hearing? If so, just like….send them anything about those two and wait. Like a horse to water or whatever. Soon you’ll get the “are they like….ya know….” texts.

Honestly though? There are…so many ways you could go with this….and I have so many clarifying questions so please don’t be shy just message me and we can talk and flail about it!!!

If you’re like “absolutely NOT I do NOT want to be perceived” then um….here’s some thoughts…

What does “get into peterick” mean? Cuz if it’s just like, reading fic (which is fine!), then I’d just…send them some fic you like and then provide some lore explanations that go with it…?

If it’s like…you want them to fully grasp and be obsessed with the absolutely batshit insane thing they’ve had going on for 20+ years…

Does your friend…like FOB? Are they already a fan? If so, cool. If not, I’d prob start with getting them into the music first since it’s like. The literal heart and soul of anything p2.

What typically gets them into something? Do they like web weaves? Lyrical analysis? Interviews? Do they have a favorite FOB era you could focus in on? You know what gets your friend amped so maybe approach from that angle.

If there’s no real “angle” you can think of, I’d actually…work backwards. There’s just so much from this era alone to start with (riffs, Zane Lowe, other interviews, every single fuckin photo of them making lovey eyes at each other, etc). It’s also more fun to connect stuff from now back to pre-h than to keep having to jump ahead, too.

Pick the stuff that makes you insane, send it, and let them mull. Again, horse to water.

Starting with hiatus would be…a choice…and prob wouldn’t have the same amount of impact since you gotta at least know about the stuff surrounding the hiatus for it to hit as hard. (Also damn anon do you want to make your friend DEPRESSED?)

Not sure if this is helpful but I hope it was! Again…please feel free to just message me and we can plan the attack together hehehehe

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WIP tag: tagged by @thefandomlesbian thank you ily!!!!

this was so funny to me bc i haven’t touched these in... over a month. don’t expect anything soon lol

Runway AU - Penelope get’s the whole team to join an FBI charity event - a fashion competition show! Lot’s of sexy outfits, sexy people, and sexy times. Here’s a preview. Yes I’ve been working on this for months, no it won’t be done soon.

Hamilton AU - They meet at the Winter’s Ball, Aaron saddles up to Spencer standing in the corner reading. They hit it off but Spencer panics and introduces Aaron to Haley, his sister and best friend. Aaron and Spencer’s fondness for each other grows exponentially; if Aaron marries Haley he could keep Spencer in his life. As Aaron climbs the ranks of the government his marriage begins to crumble, and he recognizes his feelings for Spencer. Unfortunately, during this time Spencer had moved to London to pursue an academic career, their longing for each other grows and the letters they exchange get more desperate. Spencer comes back home to visit Aaron, he doesn’t tell Haley. Aaron goes on a ‘business trip’. They stay at the Inn. Mood-board

Dying in a bathtub - Aaron get’s horrible nightmares. It’s nothing new, but now he’s waking up in the bathtub each night. There’s a reason why but Aaron isn’t ready to admit it to himself, much less Spencer. So instead of pressuring him, Spencer begins to put pillows and blankets in the tub before they go to bed, so that Aaron doesn’t get hurt. They end up cuddling in the bathtub fort <3 Preview  Mood-board

God I wish that was me -  After a long case, the team is living it up at a bar. Hotch and Spencer, exhausted and not ones for dirty dancing and alcohol poisoning, stay at the booth and ogle a gay couple being cutesy in a bar. After sighing wistfully they both go ‘God I wish that was me’ and have a whole ‘what did you just say?’ intense eye contact moment. Needless to say they do not go home alone that night :)

Did you hang up? - Just smut. Hotch and Spencer are getting it on in bed, full on rough moaning scratching ‘daddy’ fucking when Spencer’s phone rings super loudly! It’s really annoying and ruining the mood so Spencer reaches to hang up but unbeknownst to him... he accidentally answers it. 

“Did you hang up?”

“Yeah”, Reid's voice hitched on a moan. 

“God I wish you could see yourself like this, you look so pretty with my hand around your throat.”

He nips at his jaw, eliciting a broken moan from the man below him, “you’re so good for me baby boy.”

Basically Hotch says and does anything that could scar Derek for life. Derek can’t look Reid in the eye for weeks. 

Hotch... left? - Spencer is in prison, high out of his mind. He keeps hallucinating Hotch because he needs him to be here right now. He needs Hotch. Even after he comes down, he keeps begging for Hotch to come back, he just wants to see him one more time, just to say goodbye. Luke is there for him, helps him through everything from getting him back to the States to protecting him in prison. Ends in Ralvez.

Sean/Spencer/Aaron - Hotch and Haley separate and he has nowhere to go but his brother’s place. He’s shocked to find out that Spencer and Sean were practically living together. He had known about a hookup and an awkward coffee date, but Spencer and his little brother in a relationship? Doesn’t feel right. Hotch is at his wit’s end, having to endure hearing them fuck almost every night. Loudly. Maybe this is all part of Reid’s cunning plan to make Hotch jealous. Lot’s of credit goes to @xogublerxo for this one

Shipwreck - After Hankel, Spencer is agoraphobic. It affects every moment of his life. Aaron helps him get back on his feet. 

Spencer has always been somewhat of an anxious guy. Overthinking ‘simple’ interactions, having to know each step and each possible outcome of a situation before it happens, fearing meeting new people, fearing being seen. Growing up, he was no stranger to panic attacks, but he learned to manage it in his own way. He didn’t get help, he didn’t really think he needed it anyway, afterall, he takes care of his schizophrenic mother day in and day out, he can take care of himself. Others just see him as odd, standoffish maybe, but that’s just a part of who he is. So, Spencer adapted, learned to navigate a stranger’s ship with his own, homemade sails. They’d been ripped apart and stitched back together more times than he cares to count, but regardless, Spencer managed.

He managed and he improvised his way to the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, where he quickly learned that he could have a purpose. But most importantly, this is where he found what he’d always been looking for, a support system. A team he didn’t feel judged by, who valued his contributions and never put him down for his quirks or his unique mannerisms. The BAU lifted a dark cloud from his head and opened up new horizons, Spencer could finally breathe. Plank by plank, Spencer began to build his own ship. Walking into a police station, surrounded by new people, competitive authority, monsters, and more had never felt so natural. Yes, Spencer still had days where he needed to psych himself up to deliver a profile, to ask a detective about the crime scene, to interrogate a witness, or even just to get up in the morning. But overall, life was looking up. Friends, job, purpose; he was starting to have it all. 

Then Tobias Hankel happened. And Spencer’s ship crashed. 

Therapy - Reid and Hotch meet at a formal FBI function. When Gideon introduces them, their reactions were practically instantaneous, Hotch thought Reid was too young and pretentious, using his genius as his only personality. He wasn’t impressed, so the kid has a good memory? That doesn’t equal skill or intelligence. Spencer’s first thought was alpha male. Also known as competitive and arrogant. Hotchner did not smile once during their conversation and sneered when he turned down a handshake. The way he spoke was curt and dry, he was a hardass. One month later Spencer found himself standing in a bullpen, surrounded by his new coworkers. Looking through the slats of his office window was Aaron Hotchner, livid that Gideon had let this kid join the team. Their interactions are strained, both emanating hatred for the other. Then, they meet each other all over again at group therapy, where they’re forced to learn each other’s darkest secrets. Hate-fucking ensues.

Secret Admirer - Hotch starts getting anonymous letters on his desk. Some are mundane, talking about their day, telling Hotch to drink more water. Some are more desperate ‘you could never see me the way I see you’. Hotch has a pretty good idea of who it is, but he’s scared shitless of what it would mean in he reciprocated.

Secret Admirer 2.0 - Inspired by a Peterick fic I read once. Spencer is broken. He searches for purpose at a bdsm club where he gets blindfolded and displayed for everyone to see. Hotch finds him kneeling in a showroom and can’t resist... He masks his voice and makes Reid keep the blindfold on. It was only meant to be one time, but Spencer needs more and Hotch is weak. Spencer never knows that it’s Hotch and Hotch hopes he never finds out.

I kind of want to see this with roles reversed, but I’ll never write this bc it’s too advanced for me lol.

Quiet Cuddles part ?? - It’s a relaxed rainy evening, Hotch’s head is in Spencer’s lap, arms wrapped around the younger’s midsection, knees bent up and nose pressed to Spencer’s tummy. Lots of head kissing and gently fingers running through unkempt hair.

Night at JJ’s - Spencer spends the night at JJ’s with a huge tub of ice cream and 5 blankets. He confesses about who Ethan really was to him, from high school to college to New Orleans. He cries about Hotch leaving him because of Foyet. Sad and feelings. 

What the BAU does in the shadows - What we do in the shadows but BAU edition. Self-explanatory. Vampires. Haven’t really started it yet. Think about it all the time. 

The one where Spencer fakes his death instead of Emily - Every one thinks Spencer is dead, including Hotch and JJ. The only one who knows the truth is Strauss, and she’ll take that secret to her grave, no matter how hard Spencer tries to come back.

i tag: @xogublerxo (plsssss talk about it 🥺) @hotchreidd @garcias-bitch @goobzoop @tobias-hankel and anyone else who wants to do it, no pressure at all guys! (except mia, lots of pressure) 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fall Out Boy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz Characters: Original Male Character(s), Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump Additional Tags: Angst, Because when do I ever successfully write anything else, Peterick can be seen as platonic if you'd like, Insecure Patrick, Pining, Codependency, not between Pete and Patrick, Toxic Friendships, Protective Pete Wentz, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Too Many Metaphors, self-projection, bc why not, sorry - Freeform, Ambiguous/Open Ending, brief reference to suicide, Abuse, ? - Freeform, probably an abusive friendship Summary:

Patrick's caught in a bad friendship. Pete just wants to help but he's running out of ways to do that.

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If one of us is a funhouse mirror then who is the twisted glass? And who is the reflection, the distortion, the reality trapped inside?

I don’t mind never knowing the answer like you don’t mind my confusion. You spun the universe on your finger; you dragged me along to watch

Neon stars sparkled for you, dazzling like flames meant for our hands to touch. You made the world our altar.

 And I decided to make you my shrine.

[coffeesforfuckers]

Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Seven

Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn't and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid's face and hair. It was love at first sight... But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.

Chapter 7: Seven: Abandoning You Was My Worst Mistake but Somehow You're Still There For Me 

*Trigger Warning*

Brendon

“Why'd you bring me all the way out here, Beeb?” Ryan asks me as he lays back in the empty field of grass.

“I wanted this to be… Um, private.” I wring my hands and he looks up at me.

“Ooh, scandalous.” He chuckles.

“Not really…” I murmur, “Um… Ryan…” I sit down near him and he sits up.

“What is it?” He looks angry and I'm tense, afraid he'd hit me.

“We've been together for almost two months… And I've really… thought about it and I… I don't want to be with you anymore… I'm sorry, I just can't do this right now…” I frown and he glares at me.

“I love you, Brendon.” He sounds mad, “And you do this to me!?” He snaps and I flinch back.

“I care about you, Ryan… I want to be friends-”

“Well, I want you. Not fucking friends!” I wince at how loud he is.

“Ryan, I'm not ready for a relationship. I'm really sorry.” I mumble, I truly just wanted my life back.

“You fucking liar!” He slams me down onto my back and I let out a yelp in pain.

“Ow! Ryan!” I shove him back but he just gets angrier with me and he hits me.

He kisses me and I struggle, pushing him and trying to get free of his mouth and touch.

He holds me down with his body and tries to pin my arms down with his hands. I manage to push him back, “Stop, Ryan! What the fuck!? Stop!” I shout and he slams me back down to the ground.

“Shut up.” He mutters and continues kissing me. I struggle harder but he's so much stronger than me somehow. He's too forceful.

I shove him off of me and try to get to my feet, stumbling with the quick movements and soon my feet were swept out from under me and I hit the ground face first, I can tell my nose is bleeding from the force it had slammed into the ground and the pain in its place.

That's when I began to panic, I can't fight back in the position. I cry out as I feel his hands sliding my pants down, I kick my and try to fight against him but I can’t get him off of me.

He get’s my clothes off and I know this is it. I struggle harder but it’s no use, he enters me and it burns. It hurts so badly that I instantly start to cry, sobbing and shouting into Ryan’s hand that’s pressed to my mouth as he kisses my neck.

“I love you, that’s why I’m doing this Brendon.” He mumbles, “I have to show you I love you.” His voice is low and his words make me feel sick, “Fuck, I love you so much, baby.” He pants and I want to escape. I stop struggling, fighting, moving and if I could, I would stop breathing.

I ran away in my head until it was over, he did whatever he wanted to do to me and I did nothing to stop him. It was my fault for not fighting hard enough against him, my fault for bringing him out here, my fault…

I get my clothes on once hes gone and lay curled up on the ground for a long time, shaking and crying. Why did it happen? Why did I let him do that to me? Why?

Why me?

Dallon

I sit on my bed, typing away to one of my internet friends about how much of a douche Ryan is for stealing my man. I hear the door creak open and clank shut followed by a yelp. I look up to find Brendon shivering like crazy and in tears. I instantly jump up and hurry to his aid.

“What happened? Oh my god your nose! Are you okay?” I panic as I reach out to touch him but he recoils.

“Don’t…” He hiccups, trembling so hard I’m surprised he can even stand, “Dallon…” He cries and I feel every bit of me break, wanting to just grab him and never let go.

“What’s wrong? Brendon, what’s going on with you?” I ask him and he cries even harder.

“Can we go somewhere more private please?” He begs through heavy tears.

“Of course… Where to? The woods?” His whole body tenses at the last word and he cries harder somehow, “Okay, let’s go for a car ride then, we can talk in there.” He sniffles and nods. I worry that he won’t be able to make it to the car and he won’t let me touch him so I won’t be able to help him.

He surprisingly does manage to stagger to my car, almost collapsing a couple times. I feel awful for him.

Brendon

I get into the car, it was a struggle just to get out of the woods let alone to Dallon’s car. Everything hurt.

I clammer into the front seat and Dallon slides into the drivers seat soon after. He says nothing, just starting the car and pulling out of the lot and starting the twenty minute drive down the long dirt path.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened if you really don’t want to, you can tell me anything, whenever you’re ready you can talk to me.” Dallon’s soft words soothe me even though I still feel like I could throw up. I want him to hold me so badly but my body won’t let me, it hurts and my mind is fucking scared while my heart is violently in love with Dallon and suddenly realizing it made a huge mistake. I mean, of course I realized that I was in love with Dallon a while ago but I was tricked into something else on a whim. All of this was my fault for falling into his trap.

He was abusive and I was too blind to see it. Then again I kind of deserved it I guess.

“Thank you.” I mumble after a bit, “Just to let you know I feel really sick.” I warned.

“Do you need me to pull over?” He asks kindly and I begin to shake my head.

“No, I just wanted to make sure you knew.” I half smile up at him. I was drained and struggling to keep myself awake. I probably should sleep but I wanted to tell Dallon what had happened.

“Okay, as long as you’re alright.” He gives me a sad half-grin in reply.

“Dallon… So like… I want to tell you what happened…”I say and he glances over to me.

“Talk your time, Brendon.” He coos, making me smile at his pacience.

“So, I-I… I broke up with Ryan today…” I pause for a moment and Dallon nods, “He got mad and was all… He-... Ryan started yelling... And he was, um… He got really mad.” I start shaking again.

“It’s okay, Bren, take your time, don’t push yourself.” He goes to touch my leg but he pulls back quickly.

I suck in a shaky breath, “He started kissing me and I didn’t want him to and-... And… He hit me and he-... He kept doing it… I told him not to but he kept kissing me and hitting me… But I-I… I pushed him off and I tried to get away but I stumbled and he grabbed my legs and pulled me back down. I fell f-... Face first into… Into the ground… I-... He… Dallon…” I mumble as I start to cry again, “Ryan… He-... He raped me…” I start to bawl and the car slams to a stop.

“He what!?” Dallon shouts and causes me to flinch, “Fuck, I’m sorry, Brendon… Oh my god… Fuck, I’m sorry… I swear if I see that little fucker I’m going to rip his fucking-”

“Dallon, no.” I whimper, “He can’t know that I told.”

“He won’t know, I’ll just beat his ass and not say why.” Dallon looks at me sadly, “You have to tell somebody.” He mumbles.

“I can’t…” I breathe, “It’s my fault, Dal…” I sigh and he starts to shake his head.

“Brendon, none of this is your fault. Don’t you dare blame yourself.” He speaks sternly.

“It is-”

“No.” Dallon insists, “Ryan did something that was not called for. It’s disgusting and wrong of him.” He says and I start crying even harder again.

“He said he did it because he loved me! ‘ I love you, Brendon! I have to do this! ’ Why? Why, Dallon!?” I choke and sputter, Dallon looks like he wants to just hold me forever, “If he loved me then why? Dallon, why? Why did it have to be me?” I cough.

Dallon

He’s sobbing, begging me for an answer to something that I couldn’t answer. I just wanted to hold him and protect him. I felt horrible.

Brendon tossed the car door open and leaned out of it to throw up. I reach over to rub his back but recoil, I just want to comfort him. I understand why he doesn’t want me to touch him, I would be so much worse than him if it had been me, he’s doing so… Good? Like, I don’t mean it as he’s fine but he’s strong, that’s what I meant.

He falls back into his seat and closes the door, pulling himself into the seat, curling up into a tiny ball.

“Dallon… I’m sorry.” His voice is small, just like him right now, “I want to be held, I want you to hold me… I trust you but… But my body won’t let me.” He shakes his head.

“It’s okay, Beeb, I understand.” I coo and he grabs my hand, placing it on his leg, he’s trembling but he holds it there. I’m truly proud of him.

“If I make all the moves maybe I’ll be less scared.” He says and suddenly climbs into my lap. His whole body is shaking harder than a dog in a thunder storm, I feel awful.

“Don’t, Brendon, you’re pushing yourself too hard, too soon.” I say, but he refuses and leans against me, pulling my arms around himself, “Brendon, stop. You’re going to make yourself have a panic attack.” I try and remove my arms but he pushes them back around him.

“If I don’t push myself how will I ever get any better!?” He snaps in tears again.

“I know but you don’t have to go so fast. Go slower and ease yourself into it.” I hum but he just won’t listen, as always.

“No. Fuck you, I’m making myself better as fast as I can.” He refuses and I sigh.

“Okay, but don’t force yourself, please.” I mumble as he presses himself into me, “I still think it would be best if we moved cabins. Cabin F has openings, we both can move, plus Cabin P sucks anyway, no more Spencer and Jon fucking in the room all night.” I hear Brendon chuckle into my chest.

“I’m okay with that, I like Patrick and stuff too.” I smile at his voice.

“You’re going to have to sit in your own seat if we’re going to be moving anywhere.” He smiles and moves back to his seat.

“Let’s go adventure first.”

Chapter Masterlist ~

Previous -

One - The Gum Habit Gone Bad

Two - On the Rooftop with You

Three - I Have a Forehead Texting Me and He’s Kind of Cute?

Four - Memories I Keep Locked Away for Times Like This

Five - Crying into the Void That is You

Six - A New Year and a New Us and Some New Friends

Next -

Eight - A Meal For Two, A Car Ride For The Damned and A Love To Fool Them All.

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Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Eleven

Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background

Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn't and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid's face and hair. It was love at first sight... But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.

Chapter 11: Eleven - It's Always So Hard To Say Goodbye

Joe

Another summer come and gone, only two days left with Andy until Christmas.

I’m laying on the top of our rock. Andy texted me to meet him here almost an hour ago. He’s late. I honestly was slightly worried due to his on-timeliness, but I soon notice his ginger hair bouncing on his shoulders, “Babe!” He grins as he notices me. I stumble to the ground and hurry over to him.

“Andy!” I smile at him and he presents me with a large bouquet of purple roses. I stop dead in my tracks in astonishment. I’d never seen a purple rose before.

“I love you!” He grins and pushes them towards me even more.

“I-...? I love you too, An… But like, why flowers? And I mean, purple roses?” I’m thoroughly confused.

“They mean love at first sight and lust.” He grins, “You can throw them out if you want, it was just an idea.” He chuckles a bit.

“No! Babe, that’s not what I meant, I love them but like, I was just confused and what am I supposed to say to everybody else?” I ask and Andy kisses me.

“Just say it was from your friends. Nobody else should know what they mean.” He coos and I let out a shaky breath.

“Okay. I nod. That sounds good.” I kiss him and he smiles, “I’m going to save all of these you know.”

“I know.” He smiles.

I pull one of them out of the fucking bush of them and hand it to Andy, “Keep this one.” I say and his smile gets bigger.

“I really love you.” He mumbles, taking the flower.

“You’re an idiot.” I say my expression telling him that I meant otherwise.

“As are you, babe, as are you.”

Pete

Patrick sits on the railroad tracks across from me, our legs tangled. The track had been abandoned for years now and it was now mine and Patrick’s place. Since I broke my arm about two or three weeks back I haven’t been able to go many places but Patrick liked to walk with me on the tracks so it slowly became our place.

“Two days.” He sighs, “I like being with you all the time.” He frowns, “I don’t want it to end.”

I take Patrick’s hand within mine, playing with his smooth hands, rubbing at the callused bumps on the tips. His eyes fall to look at our tangled hands, “I don’t want it too either, ‘Trick. But at least we get to see each other. I mean, Dallon and Bren don’t get to see each other until next summer.”

“You’re right. I’m gonna miss everybody so much…” He mumbles, “Promise to still spend lots of time with me?”

“I’ll spend all the time with you, Babe.” I smile and he does too, “I’m still going to need a shit-ton of help doing stuff until this stupid thing is all better.” I nod towards my arm.

“Yay!” He cheers like a child, “I like you a whole lot.” I chuckle, he was a special person.

“I like you too, Pat.”

“Good.” He squeezes my hand.

“My mom’s going to hemorrhage when she sees the cast. I never told her about the incident.” I let out a soft laugh.

“A-... Are you going to tell her about us?” He stumbles.

“Not if you don't want me to.” I coo and he gives me a sympathetic smile.

“I'm just, I… I'm not out yet and I'm not very ready to come out yet.” Mumbles Patrick softly.

“Come out when you're ready.” I give him a calming grin.

“You're the only one who knows.” He says.

“Well shit, I would hope I'd know.” I mock shock, “Considering I've been fucking you for two years and call you my boyfriend.” I joke and he rolls his eyes.

“You are such an ass.” He smacks my knee.

“Only for you, boo.” I poorly wink at him and he giggles.

He’s a special person.

Brendon

My stomach dropped as we got to the terminal. I didn’t want to go and Dallon was not helping that at all, his arms go around me once we reach where I was going to be boarding the plane.

I hold back tears as I drop my bags at my feet, turning in his arms to face him. He cups my face in his hands, “Next summer will be even better.” He mumbles, leaned down so his forehead rested against mine, the tips of our noses rubbing together.

“I need everyday to be even better, Dal…” I whimper. Who would comfort me when I had a panic attack over what Ryan did? Who would be willing to get into bed with me when I had a nightmare? Who would be there?

“Next year, Baby, next year.” He coos but I start to cry either way. Dallon kisses me but I just cry harder, “Please don’t cry babe, please.” He begs, kissing my cheeks, trying to stop my tears. Little does he know, this is making it even harder to say goodbye.

He pulls me against himself, holding me tight. I’m in tears and shaking when they announced my plane was boarding.

I let go of Dallon but he doesn’t let me go and that’s when I notice his trembling. He sniffles into my shoulder, “I can’t wait a year.” He mumbles, his voice so tiny I can barely hear him.

“Me neither.”

“I’ll see you one month from now in Vegas.” He hiccups, “I love you.”

I shiver at the words at first, “I love you too.” I kiss him and he kisses me back.

His arms drop from my waist and I board my plane with tears falling all the way home.

Chapter Masterlist ~

Previous -

One - The Gum Habit Gone Bad

Two - On the Rooftop with You

Three - I Have a Forehead Texting Me and He’s Kind of Cute?

Four - Memories I Keep Locked Away for Times Like This

Five - Crying into the Void That is You

Six - A New Year and a New Us and Some New Friends

Seven - Abandoning You Was My Worst Mistake but Somehow You’re Still There For Me

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Losing Your Wisdom Teeth Makes You Speak Words Of Wisdom // Peterick

Pairing: Peterick Summary: Patrick has to get his wisdom teeth out and Pete has to drive him. Sometimes crushing on your best friend and being high don’t mix. Word Count: 1,289

Patrick sat in the passenger seat of his best friends car, they were headed to the dentist to get Patrick's wisdom teeth out and he was quite nervous. Pete could since his friends nervousness and reached over to grab Patrick's hand.

"Hey, it's all gonna be okay bud, I promise. You won't feel a thing." Pete reassured Patrick that he would be fine and Patrick believed him. Pete was Patrick's best friend and he knew he could trust the boy with his life.

"Thanks Pete." He smiled at the older boy.

"No problem 'Trick." Pete glanced over at the pasty white boy beside him. Pete had always felt as though he had to protect Patrick, like he was his little brother almost, only closer.

As they pulled up outside the dentist Patrick tensed and felt really nervous. Patrick gripped onto his best friend's hand tightly and but his lip.

"It's okay 'Trick, you're gonna be fine, I'll be right there for you don't worry." Pete promised, smiling at the quivering boy in the seat beside him, "Come on 'Trick, let's go in." Pete let go of his shaking friends hand and got out, Patrick following his lead.

Once they went and checked Patrick in they called him in almost immediately and took him into a room with a chair in the center and some weird gadgets. Patrick sat in the chair thing as Pete followed and stood beside him.

"Pete...?" The boy said in a soft, unsteady voice.

"What's wrong Patty?" Pete looked down at his frightened best friend.

"I'm so scared... I feel like I'm having a panic attack." Patrick whimpered up at the boy nervously. Pete grabbed Patrick's hand giving him a sad smile.

"I'm right here Patrick, don't worry. I'm not going anywhere." Pete told Patrick again for the millionth time, "Wanna listen to some music, it usually helps me when I get like that..." Patrick nodded and Pete handed Patrick his phone with his ear buds wrapped tightly around it. Patrick smiled up at Pete as a thank you as he took the phone placing the things in his ears and typing in Pete's password, which was TrickAndPete, the same as his own. He scrolled through Pete's playlists to find the one he made for himself. Both Patrick and Pete have playlists the other had made for themselves in their phones. Patrick pressed his and hit shuffle feeling his nerves calm. Pete was still holding the boy's hand to comfort him and show him he's still there. The dentist came in and let Patrick listen to his music while he went under as long as Pete took it when he fell asleep.

Patrick woke up, confused and slightly panicked as Pete wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Hey Patrick, Come one we're going to bring you into another room now." The sweet nurse smiled at the boy who was completely out of it.

"Where's Pete?" The boy almost whined as the nurse got him into a wheelchair.

"He's in the room I'm taking you to now hun." She said pushing the boy out of the room and down the hall into a new room. Pete was sat in the corner of the room and stood seeing Patrick. Pete helped the younger boy out of the wheelchair and onto the bed close by.

"We're just gonna let him wake up a bit and sign some paper work and he'll be free to leave." The female spoke leaving the room.

"Hey 'Trick... How ya' feelin'?" Pete asked soft and slow.

"You left me." Patrick pouted reaching around for the older one's hand. Pete grabbed onto his hand tightly letting Patrick know he was right there.

"I couldn't stay in there while they pulled your teeth out 'Trick, they wouldn't let me, I'm sorry." Pete smiled sweetly at the boy.

"You look funny." Patrick began to giggle reaching up with his free hand, poking Pete's nose. Pete smiled, laughing at his friend, "What do I look like Pete? Do I look funny too?" That made Pete laugh harder.

"Your face is swollen and kinda looks like a Potato." Pete replied, smiling.

"I wanna see." Patrick smiled a bit like a five year old. Pete took out his phone taking a picture of Patrick's swollen face. To be honest he kind of looked cute, Pete had thought.

"See." Pete showed Patrick the picture and Patrick laughed. Patrick's whole face was kind of puffy from all the medicine and stuff.

"I can't feel my face Pete. Is it still there?" He whined adorably.

"Yes Patty, your face is perfectly in place, a bit swollen but there." Pete reassured his worried friend.

"Okay, Good..." Patrick poked at his face a bit, giggling like a small child, He stopped suddenly and looked over at Pete, "Can I tell you a secret?" He whispered.

"Yeah, what is it 'Trick?" Pete whispered back.

"I like you." Patrick replied softly.

"I like you too Patty, you're my best friend." Pete chuckled.

"Not like that!" Patrick groaned, "Like this..." Patrick took Pete and gently pressed his lips to Pete's.

"See, like that." Patrick said tugging away, leaving Pete shocked and wanting more.

"Like that." Pete mumbled to himself, "Like what again 'Trick?" Pete said pulling his phone out to record it this time to show his unhigh friend. Patrick leaned in kissing Pete again as Pete recorded what he was doing.

"Like that Pete, I like you like that!" He smiled at the boy, "Do you like me like that to Pete?"

"If I didn't why would I kiss back 'Trick?" Pete smiled at the tired looking Patrick beside him as he turned off the recording.

The next day when Patrick awoke in his normal non-high state Pete was crashed on his couch. Patrick went to wake his sleeping friend to see what kind of weird stuff he'd said to Pete the previous day. He nudged his best friend awake.

"Morning 'Trick... How ya' feel?" Pete muttered sleepily.

"Kinda bleh but I wanted to know if I said anything... You know... Weird yesterday?"

"Well you didn't really say anything weird..." Pete mumbled.

"Oh god, what did I do?" Patrick's eyes grew wide. Pete grabbed his phone off the table and pulled up the video of him and Patrick kissing. He pressed play and held the Phone out to Patrick.

"Like what again 'Trick?" Pete had said. Patrick leaned in and pushed his lips to Pete's before pulling away.

"Like that Pete, I like you like that!" Patrick had smiled before speaking again, "Do you like me like that to Pete?"

Pete then grabbed the phone from Patrick, "You don't need to see the rest!"

"But I wanna Pete!" Patrick grabbed for the phone, being successful but Pete wasn't giving up without a fight. Pete and Patrick began to wrestle for the phone, pulling each other to the floor in a desperate battle for the phone. Pete ended up on top of Patrick, pinning the slightly smaller boy to the floor below him.

"I win." Pete panted, their faces just millimeters apart, "Now drop the phone."

"I just wanna know what you said, your answer won't hurt me Pete." Patrick pleaded.

"How about if I tell you what my answer was?" Pete asked, Patrick only nodded at Pete who was still pinning him to the floor, "It was this..." He breathed closing the gap between them, Patrick didn't hesitate to kiss back one bit.

Once Pete finally pulled back, panting for breath once again he asked Patrick this time, "Do you like me like that Patrick?"

"I think we all know the answer to that." Was what he responded with before he attached his lips back to Pete's.