Title: The Flower Shop AU
Pairing: PxP, implied Panic GSF
Dedication: Written for
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title. my mind holds the key
pairing. pxp (like my mind knows something else), implied petexryan
rating. r, overall, a later chapter may be nc-17.
summary. Patrick has just moved to the middle of nowhere, from Chicago, as his parents try to save their marriage. In suburbia, he meets Pete Wentz--his 'vicious' next door neighbor who's under house arrest ( Read more... )

title. my mind holds the key
pairing. pxp (like my mind knows something else), implied petexryan
rating. r, overall, a later chapter may be nc-17.
summary. Patrick has just moved to the middle of nowhere, from Chicago, as his parents try to save their marriage. In suburbia, he meets Pete Wentz--his 'vicious' next door neighbor who's under house arrest ( Read more... )

a little snippet written while waiting on patrick to make his tv appearance on law and order.

this is based off of the little spot on mtv with the viva la cobra stuff. the pregnancy one. i'm not going to post it in any comm's cause it's so short so no proper format.

"guys, i'm pregnant."
cobra starship.
pg-13 for mentions of sex.

( on the next episode of viva la cobra . . . )

title: The Most Excellent and Lamentable Tragedy of Patrick and Peter
pairing: PxP
rating: PG-13
warnings: language, violence, character death
summary:  "You belong to the gang, and you say you can't break away"
author's notes: i got bored today. and i just bought "O Valencia!" off of iTunes. "O Valencia!" is a song by the decemberists that this fic is ( Read more... )

            When Pete gets back to the loft, he pushes his way through the door (past Mikey and Alicia, almost knocking him down) and runs up the stairs. He’s never moved that fast in his life or death-nothing but a dark blur.

Patrick is gone. The bed is made and his bag is gone and there isn’t even a whiff of Patrick carried on the ( Read more... )

            Gerard was brutal, about feeding and a lot of other things. He was picky-and a man on a mission. Pete had spotted (and smelledandheardandalmosttasted) at least half a dozen people worth feeding off of, and Gerard was narrowing his eyes and looking around still-insistent that they wait for each other.

Finally, as the sky ( Read more... )

            “Pete, wake up.”

Pete awoke with a start, “Mikey? What the fuck?” He stirred, pressing himself up against the wall. The light from the sidewalk and stores illuminated the taller vampire’s bony features. He knew he, himself, must look like shit in the neon illumination.

“How long have you been here?”

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“Peter, that was Doctor Hurley.” Patrick explained, coming back into the hotel room. He had gone to the bottom floor of the hotel, and then into a crowd to talk on his phone to his associate so that Pete couldn’t hear. “They know we were in, and have left, Chicago.” As Patrick spoke, he pulled his suitcase up, putting his overnight gear back in, ( Read more... )

Peter Wentz lived in a world of white. The four walls, the ceiling, the floor, and the door were all white. Even the ‘tinted’ window was made to look white. Even for his eyes, so precise yet highly sensitive, he couldn’t see through to the other side. The only thing in his world that wasn’t white was himself and his food. Occasionally, there would ( Read more... )