White House AU.

Step 1: Watch the music video for "A Little Less Sixteen Candles..." Step 2: Listen to "Vampires Will Never Hurt You". Step 3: Mix liberally.

Dance, Dance video AU. Because yes. ;-) (Pete/Patrick/AU!Patrick)

Various bandom men in slash parings at lamaze classes.

This is how Pete and Patrick got married.

Sort of a high school AU, but really more a story about cross-dressing.

“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.”

Art School AU

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Patrick reached his sexual peak on a Tuesday afternoon.

When one is the male princess of a magical kingdom, few things come as a surprise anymore. Princess Gerard Way of the kingdom of Belleville sets out on a quest to fulfill a prophecy and encounters dragons, climbs mountains, runs from volcanoes, banters with King Peter of Wilmette, and finds true love along the way.

The clock clicks over to midnight. A falling star, a particularly bright one, paints a shimmering arc on the dark sky outside the hotel window. Pete stares up at it and wishes, wishes hard - wild, crazy, ridiculous wishes that flare star-bright in his mind's eye as he hovers on the edge of sleep. Wishes for Patrick, for love, for promises of forever, the whole enchilada. He's drifting off now, all defenses down, leaving a trail of wishes behind him: house, dogs, white picket fence, names on the mailbox together, children.

When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature. –ernest hemingway

Crossdressing/dressing room porn. Written for Porn Battle VII, using the prompts Pete/Patrick, tour, tight jeans, & early days. I am apparently incapable of writing anything short. There's going to be more of this at some point because it grew a plot while I was writing it.

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.

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. When he overhears Patrick doing damage control by the most efficient and evil method, his brain veers straight into the gutter. In typical Pete fashion, he is totally unable to conceal his... distraction from Patrick, and as a result, ends up doing a lot of flailing, panting, and beelining towards his room. Because Patrick Stump is an evil mastermind, and he knows exactly how to make Pete admit the error of his ways.

Pete and Patrick develop a telepathic connection, and it's no big deal.

“You…wrote up the story of us going to the diner for cheese fries last week?”

Patrick’s going to get over this crush if it kills him. Which, at the rate he’s going, it probably will.

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.

Pete Wentz has a big mouth.

Patrick gets kidnapped, and Pete stumbles on just the person to help get him back. Michael isn't sure how he got so lucky.

Pete wakes up feeling a little displaced in his own body.

sequel to asking to be born

Bren really can't be gay. She's a cheerleader! So she doesn't know what she's doing at this silly camp for homosexuals.

This is probably one of the more unique interviews Rolling Stone has done. Yes, we have sunk to the depths of People and US Weekly - we are discussing a celebrity wedding. But not just any celebrity wedding. No, we're talking about the Canadian wedding between Fall Out Boy members Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz.

Pete accidentally "outs" himself and Patrick on Good Morning America. Only problem? They're not gay. What now?

Pete sometimes wanted to form an "only-boy-in-the-band" club. He could ask Ryan to join.

"You're really extraordinarily good at rationalization," his therapist says over the phone, sounding impressed. Pete decides to take it as a compliment, though he realizes he hasn't actually told his therapist about the fucking people who like his best friend. She probably wouldn't be complimenting him on anything if she knew about that.

And Mikey just says, very calmly because she's been practicing, "I'm having a baby, you're the father, I'm keeping it."

"This *guy* Patrick," Pete said, dropping his voice to a whisper. "He's like, wearing *lace gloves*, and his hair is *freakish*."

Pete has a genetic abnormality that he takes pills for. One day he forgets his pills and ooops, gets pregnant!

Pete is not the most observant person in the world.

Ryan Ross had been able to hear Spencer Smith in his head for as long as he could remember. Well, not exactly hear. It wasn’t like he was telepathic, there was just sort of a buzz, a sense of Spencer Smith’s presence. Over the years, it had become like white noise, just there in the background. Ryan couldn’t imagine what it would be like not to hear Spencer all the time, anymore than he could imagine not longing after Spencer.

Where Spencer and Ryan go on a vacation to the Caribbean, and get swept away to the 18th Century during the American Revolution.

Pete’s having way too much fun with Brendon’s power. Over the course of dinner he’s stolen people’s lasagna (and he’s given them all to Patrick—it’s ridiculous because the two of them are surrounded by a lasagna mountain), made Gabe dance, even through it wasn’t all that hard to convince the school’s elastic man to dance, in retrospect, and he’s also convinced Gerard that Frank’s name is really Sir Dipshit Esq. (which Spencer thinks went just a little too far).

The oldest child in the Wentz-Stump household is Pierce Wentz, and who resembles his dad most of all. His dad's smile, his dad's swagger, his dad's compelling stare. He's the one that also gave Patrick the most grief when Patrick finally succumbed to Pete's constant nagging to move into the bigger house; he was unforgivably rude to Patrick, he yelled at his father, terrible, terrible things that sent Pete into red-tinged rages and resulted in slamming doors and the younger children crying quietly in corners until a parent or Christine came to comfort them.

Jane Austen AU. There’s a wedding, heartache and matchmaking, and it all happens in the 19th century England. It all made perfect sense in my head.

Two boys, one cold basement mattress.

Mobsters and hoodies and Vegas, oh my! AU.

Recently, Pete has taken to texting Patrick approximately four thousand times a day.

He turned back, swerving to avoid a group of girls making a beeline for the stuffed animal toss, and then he was in front of the table. The guy had a on a short-sleeved t-shirt that showed off muscled, tattooed arms, and Patrick really hoped he wasn't going to get punched. But, anti-war activists were inherently non-violent, right? He was also wearing a nametag that said, MY NAME IS: PETE in black block print sharpie, with you know you wanna hit this written hastily underneath.

"One last question for Spencer and Jon," the polite, really short British interviewer said. "How does it feel to know that your fans have thrown their full support behind your relationship?" Spencer fell off arm of the sofa he had been perched on.

It was just an experiment. It wasn't like Pete was planning on reading this stuff for pleasure, right? So that made it okay. Otherwise known as "Pete ventures into fandom."

Pete sat on the hotel bed and tried to watch Patrick surreptitiously to see if Patrick was maybe surreptitiously watching him back. But he really, really wasn't. Pete knew he looked good – he'd made sure of that in the bathroom mirror before coming out into the room. The white hotel towel made his skin look even darker and his tattoos looked awesome against it all. He was clean and slightly – sexily – wet from the shower. His hair was pushed back (but messily rumpled too) and he smelled amazing. Patrick was straight in the most annoying way.

“Don't tell me I should be their manager,” Ryan says, glaring at the road. Pete pauses. “Ok. Well, I was about to, but I guess you already know.”

Ten times Disney did it best.

“I think Ryan’s dead,” Brendon said, nodding solemnly. “I’m waiting for Frank to stop by, because I don’t want to be the one who finds his body.”