{"@attributes":{"version":"2.0"},"channel":{"title":"We're only liars but we're the best","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/","description":"We're only liars but we're the best - LiveJournal.com","lastBuildDate":"Thu, 18 Mar 2010 18:13:29 GMT","generator":"LiveJournal \/ LiveJournal.com","image":{"url":"https:\/\/l-userpic.livejournal.com\/57675887\/12068724","title":"We're only liars but we're the best","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/","width":"100","height":"100"},"item":[{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/137170.html","pubDate":"Thu, 18 Mar 2010 18:13:29 GMT","title":"Mod Post: Update","author":"elessar","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/137170.html","description":"I have decided to close down the community until further notice. We rarely get any new submissions and no one has offered to help me moderate the community and get it back to its prior activity. Unfortunately, I just don't have the motivation to run this on my own anymore. Perhaps some day soon I'll reopen the community, but for now I will keep the community up but posting is turned off. This way you can continue to read stories that were previously posted, but no new submissions will make it into the queue.

If you have any comments or questions, please let me know. Otherwise, hope you all enjoy the weather and have a good day.","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/137170.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/136955.html","pubDate":"Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:48:10 GMT","title":"Cathartic","author":"deathbedprotest","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/136955.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Cathartic
Author:<\/b> <\/a>deathbedprotest<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing:<\/b> Petrick (Pete Wentz\/Patrick Stump)
POV:<\/b> First person
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Type & word count:<\/b> Drabble; ~500 words
Author\u2019s Note:<\/b> Short. Unfinished. Really just a scrap. Written a long time ago.

( <\/b> in my mind's eye, he's small, made of skin and bone, sick thin with his ribs butterflying out from the center of his chest.<\/a> )<\/b>
<\/center>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/136955.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/136660.html","pubDate":"Thu, 04 Mar 2010 02:01:44 GMT","title":"Mod Post: Help Needed!","author":"elessar","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/136660.html","description":"Hello my underlings, it's your friendly neighborhood mod! I'm posting because as you can tell, this community hasn't been as active as it used to be and I would like to change that. Unfortunately, I cannot moderate this on my own anymore. I know it's pretty small and doesn't really need many hands, but I would like about 2 people. One person would be in charge of organization with the memories and tags while the other person would be in charge of generating activity through prompts, ficathons, fests, etc. Both mods would be in charge of making sure the queue was emptied on a daily basis. I would stay on as a background mod, just sort of keeping an eye on things to make sure it runs smoothly and to help as a sort of sounding board whenever the other mods need someone with which to generate ideas.

If this is something that would interest you, I'd like you to pm me. Make sure anyone can pm you or I will be unable to reply<\/b>. In your pm, just mention that you're interested in either the organizational or the creative position. Listing any experience moderating would help, as well as any ideas on how to make the comm active again. Also because of the nature of the community, I would ask you to only apply if you have decent spelling and grammar, as you will need to skim the fic in the queue and determine if they are postable.

I will come back with my selections and hopefully getting this community active again soon enough. I look forward to hearing from you.","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/136660.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/136112.html","pubDate":"Tue, 23 Feb 2010 19:17:58 GMT","title":"Bathroom Kisses (oneshot)","author":"misfitish","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/136112.html","description":"Title:<\/u><\/strong> Bathroom Kisses
Author:<\/strong><\/u> <\/a>misfitish<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing:<\/strong><\/u> Patrick\/William
Summary:<\/u><\/strong> It had started when Pete had dragged Patrick along to a show that had a ‘fucking amazing band, Trick, seriously awesome!’ and Patrick, who had just been sat down, heard a heavenly voice.<\/em>
Wordcount:<\/strong><\/u> 1000 words
Rating:<\/strong><\/u> PG I guess. There's language, but not too much.
Notes:<\/u><\/strong> For my lovely friend Nicola, who does not have a LJ as far as I know.
Disclaimer:<\/strong><\/u> Not true. Unfortunately.
CROSSPOSTED TO <\/a>clandestinefic<\/b><\/a><\/span> & <\/a><\/span><\/span><\/a><\/span><\/span> <\/a>theacademyslash<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/span>
<\/a><\/a>


Clicky Here For Fic<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/136112.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/135885.html","pubDate":"Thu, 07 Jan 2010 15:13:13 GMT","title":"There's Nothing That Can Change Just How This Goes","author":"geranosaurusfic","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/135885.html","description":"Title:<\/b><\/u> There's Nothing That Can Change Just How This Goes
Rating:<\/b><\/u> R
Pairing:<\/b><\/u> Peterick
Summary:<\/b><\/u> Pete was basically in love with Patrick since the first time they met. But Patrick had some problems, and Patrick needed somebody to take care of him. Pete didn't mind. He didn't even mind when he had to start stealing. He didn't even mind when he had to start killing. He just never thought Patrick would find out, and what it would mean.
Warnings:<\/b><\/u> Schizophrenia, Graphic Murder
Author Notes:<\/b><\/u> Obviously, I like writing serial killers. XD This is vaguely based off of It's Hard To Say I Do When I Don't. And...I'm creepy. :P
There are probably still some mistakes, but if I don't post this, I'm going to crazy. :)

( but don't get the wrong idea, we're gonna shoot you<\/a> )<\/b><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/135885.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/135582.html","pubDate":"Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:02:29 GMT","title":"Fairytale of New York - Joe\/Patrick - PG","author":"rosiedoes","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/135582.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Fairytale of New York
Summary:<\/b> for the <\/a>bandomrarepair<\/b><\/a><\/span> challenge; stuck in New York over the holidays, there's nowhere Joe can go to escape Pete's attempts at matchmaking.
Author:<\/b> <\/a>rosiedoes<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Betas:<\/b> <\/a>supercasio<\/b><\/a><\/span>; <\/a>likethepaint<\/b><\/a>Fairytale of New York<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/135582.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/135288.html","pubDate":"Thu, 26 Nov 2009 14:55:11 GMT","title":"Built For You - Joe\/Patrick - Part 1","author":"bombsreverse","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/135288.html","description":"Title:<\/strong> Built For You
Pairing:<\/b>Joe\/Patrick
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Word Count:<\/b>13,000
Status:<\/b> Completed
Summary:<\/strong> He can still feel the sweat crawling down his lower back, the grittiness of the dust that settles in the folds of his skin, the back of his knees, between his fingers, the corners of his mouth. The passion that he fought with in the dream shakes Joe to his core, mainly because he doesn’t know what he’s fighting for. But Joe has this feeling pulling at the back of his mind that says he wasn’t just fighting, he <\/i>started the war.<\/i>

( We were built in pairs...<\/font><\/a> )<\/b><\/div>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/135288.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/134893.html","pubDate":"Sat, 17 Oct 2009 16:41:03 GMT","title":"Trying To Forget You","author":"misplaced_lies","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/134893.html","description":"

Title:<\/span><\/strong> Trying To Forget You<\/span><\/p>

Author:<\/span><\/strong> misplaced_lies
Rating:<\/strong> Hard R\/Nc -17...kinda??<\/span><\/p>

Pairing:<\/span><\/strong> Patrick\/Pete
Beta: I tlly forget, I wrote this awhile back. Sorry ;P<\/strong>
Summary: You said you’d never leave me…<\/strong><\/b><\/span><\/p>

Warning: <\/strong><\/span>Not real, and character death.  Also I wrote this a few years back, like 2.  Sorry if it sucks.
<\/span><\/strong>

<\/span><\/p>

"Oh my God Pete, you’re fucking retarded!"

"Hey, that’s not nice!" Pete frowned and stuck out his bottom lip.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Patrick smiled and climbed to the top of Pete’s bunk bed, feet dangling off the side. "At least I don't believe in the tooth fairy."

"There’s no explanation as to why ten bucks were under my pillow, then," Pete replied and sat next to his friend as Patrick started gnawing at his bottom lip.

"What is it?" Pete asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," Patrick rushed out.

"Hey ‘Trick?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever, or um.....uh, never mind."

"No, what is it?" Patrick licked at his bottom lip with a slight gleam in his eye.

****

You looked so beautiful like that Patrick, did I ever tell you? The way your hair was swaying in your eyes, the soft smile on your face…I miss it so much ‘Trick, I miss you so much. I couldn’t help but kiss you that night.<\/em>

****

Patrick pulled back smiling. "I've never done that before," he stuttered out.

"Me neither."

Grinning, Pete leaned back in meeting Patrick halfway, licking slightly at his bottom lip as Patrick happily opened for him. It was a mess of mouth on mouth and stuttered apologies, the beginning of sloppy 14-year-old kisses and school love notes.

*****

I remember our first argument. I was so stupid. You were so mad at me; I blew it way out of line. I've never seen you that mad before, we were so young. I thought you would leave me, with the way you were yelling, the way I was yelling. In the end you did leave me. Why did you leave me, Patrick? I never wanted you to leave, you were supposed to stay. You left and I was all alone. <\/em>

*******

"What the fuck was that, ‘Trick?" Pete yelled slamming the car door as he climbed in the back seat of Andy’s car as Andy began to drive.

"It was nothing, Pete."

"The fuck it wasn’t! He was all over you!"

"We were just talking and it’s not like he exactly knew about us or anybody for that fact!"

"Fuck you!"

"Well fuck you too! Andy, stop the fucking car!" Patrick started climbing out as Andy pulled over. "I didn’t even want to go to this damn party; I only went because of you!"

Patrick slammed the door ignoring Andy’s protest of car-door slamming and stormed off down the crowded street. A few minutes later, he felt Pete hot on his trail as he grabbed his wrist and turned Patrick to look him in the face.

"You’re not walking home alone, ‘Trick."

"Don't fucking ‘‘Trick’ me Pete, can’t even use my real name?"

Pete now saw the tears in his eyes, the way they rolled slowly down his round face. "Is it really about that?"

"Yes Pete, fucking yes! And you know that, you fucking know that!"

"Patrick, look, let’s just go somewhere more private and we can talk about it there."

"No! We’ll talk about this now! You know why he was all over me Pete, you fucking know why: because he didn’t know I was taken!" The tears were now rolling down his face more freely and he started advancing. "Nobody knows. I want people to know, Pete. I want them all to know, not just Andy and Joe but everybody. Our parents, school, everybody!" Patrick was now screaming and shoving Pete backwards, ignoring the stares and the whispers.

"Patrick, I..."

"No, don’t even start. I want to tell my family!"

"Patrick, you know how I feel about this."

"Just shut the fuck up, Pete. I want to tell my family. Tell me I can tell my family!"

"Look babe, let’s just..."

"Fucking tell me!"

"I...you, tell them…" Pete mumbled, tears now rolling down his own face, realizing how selfish he was being.

"Tell them what, Pete?!"

"Tell them about us, tell them everything! I'm so sorry, Patrick. I didn’t see how much this was hurting you. I love you so much Patrick, I’m so sorry."

Patrick smiled and kissed him.

*****

That was one of the best and worst moments of my life. I never wanted to feel like that again, but I do, I feel like that every day now. I never realized that was the first time I said ‘I love you’. When you said it back, I thought I’d died. But I opened my eyes, and we were just two teenagers kissing on a busy street. <\/em>

I remember when we told your parents. God, I was so nervous. We were so nervous; I don’t even think they knew you were gay yet. God, their faces were ones to remember. I was pretty sure your dad was going to kill me for "corrupting" you. And your brother’s threat to never hurt you was remarkable. I still remember it: “If you ever, ever hurt him, I swear I will rip out your sack and shove down your throat." Your mom’s was the best. I still don’t think she likes me. Well, now I know she doesn’t, but she always thought of me as stealing her baby. <\/em>

I remember when I did steal her baby—our first time. I still can’t believe that we waited two years before ever having sex. It was so awkward. <\/em>

<\/i>*****

Patrick moaned as Pete slowly nipped at his ear before pulling back.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, cause...well you know I've…"

Patrick pulled him back down, kissing him roughly.

"Yeah, I want to."

Smiling, Pete started kissing his way down Patrick pale stomach, letting his hands roam over the newly found flesh. Shifting, Patrick propped himself on his elbows, watching Pete slide his boxers down his hips. Pulling them past Patrick’s thighs, and onto the floor before spreading his legs to give Pete more room.

"You look so beautiful like this, ‘Trick," Pete mumbled before grabbing the bottle Patrick was placing in his hand. He began to rub generous amounts on his fingers. "It’s gonna hurt…"

Slowly pushing his finger in Patrick’s body, he felt the tight ring of muscle clench slightly at the new feeling. Patrick started grinding down on his fingers. Pete quickly worked in another one, stopping at the sound of Patrick’s slight whimpers of pain.

"It'll get better, babe," Pete whispered in to his thighs, slowly adding a third finger working it around. He smiled when he head Patrick gasp.

"Patrick?"

"Fuck Pete, do that again, ugh."

Pete pulled his fingers out despite Patrick’s small protest and started pulling a condom over his pulsing erection, before adding lube. Spreading Patrick’s thighs more, Pete lined himself up and started pushing himself in. He fought to bite back moans from the heat of Patrick’s body that seemed to be generating around his cock.

"Pete, it hurts," Patrick whimpered, gnawing at his lip. Pete leant down and kissed softly at the tears rolling down his face. "Do you trust me?"

Taking the sign of Patrick nodding his head ‘yes’, Pete started to thrust in and out of Patrick’s tight body, adjusting his angle until he heard Patrick moan.

"There?" he asked, already feeling the sweat starting to form on his brow.

"More." Patrick moaned as Pete started hitting his prostate repeatedly, gaining up speed as he started feeling the small sensation in the pool of his belly. Bracing Patrick’s thighs, Pete started fucking Patrick faster, enjoying the way Patrick stated gasping beneath him.

******

I loved seeing you like that ‘Trick, the way you would moan and gasp when I would touch you just right. God, I loved touching you, I miss touching you. I want you so bad right now ‘Trick, I fucking need you. I hated how you were always self-conscious, always saying you were fat or not worth it. You never saw how beautiful you were, you were so beautiful Patrick, especially when I fucked you. I remember the first time someone ever walked in on us having sex. It was Joe, I can still hear his shouts of "Oh my God, my eyes!" and "Why on the table, I liked that table! Why on the fucking table?" <\/em>

He and Andy got rid of the table. I miss that table too. <\/em>

I remember when Hemmy first humped your leg. You face was to die for; I always knew he was like his daddy. <\/em>

I remember when I first moved in with you. You were 22, and I was only a year older. The smile on your face when I unpacked the last of my things, the party we had to celebrate. Everybody thought we would be together forever. You said we would be together forever—whatever happened to that, ‘Trick? What the fuck happened? I loved you and you left me, I still love you and you’re still not back. Now I'm stuck here in fucking therapy, hyped up on so much medication you wouldn’t even believe. It’s been almost a year since you left, and it still hurts. Why does it hurt, ‘Trick? Why does it hurt to breathe, knowing you’re not with me? When I wake up, I’m alone. When I sleep, I'm alone. When I live, it's without you. I can't live without you ‘Trick, and you know that. You know that and you still left. You left without me, Patrick! You left without me. <\/em>

When I say I remember everything, I do remember everything: the screeching of metal, the sound of the horns blaring, the crushing glass…everything! I remember you leaving me ‘Trick. I remember your blood, your last breath, your last words, and the sound of you screaming. I hate it, I hate it so much Patrick. The nightmares are back, and they’re always of you, from that night. How was I supposed to know you would die? I was supposed to die, ‘Trick. Why didn’t I die, they hit my side but yet I’m still alive. Your blood stained the road, my clothes, my air. Your last breath filled my lungs; your last words filled my soul. And I never got to say it back; I never got another chance because you died. <\/em>

But now it's too late, and I’m trying to forget you. <\/em>

Your Love, <\/em>
Peter.<\/em><\/i><\/span><\/p><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/134893.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/134354.html","pubDate":"Thu, 17 Sep 2009 15:06:19 GMT","title":"I'm About To Go Napoleon Bonaparte On Your Ass","author":"xxfobxclndstnxx","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/134354.html","description":"Title:<\/strong> I'm About To Go Napoleon Bonaparte On Your Ass (original title was "YO RANDOM GIRL FROM MY HOTEL ROOM. YOU WERE REALLY GOOD IN BED, AND I'MMA LET YOU FINISH, BUT PATRICK WAS ONE OF THE GREATEST FUCKS OF ALL TIME. GREATEST FUCKS OF ALL TIME!" but sadly, it didn't all fit.)
Author:<\/strong> Me
Rating:<\/strong> NC-17
Pairing:<\/strong> Gabe\/Patrick
Beta: <\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>\"[info]\"<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>rainydays05<\/b><\/span><\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>
Summary: <\/strong>He stared long and hard at his face, the way his breath passed softly from his lips, his eyes closed, but he still knew how big and brown they were, his skin perfectly flawless. It was then, as he looked at him in this new way, that he realized that he wasn’t sure what he should<\/i> do, but he knew what he wanted <\/i>to do.<\/span>
And it was Gabe.
<\/span><\/span>Author's Notes: <\/span><\/strong>Written for my friend<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span> <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>\"[info]\"<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a><\/span>dazi_li<\/b><\/span><\/a>, who gave me the idea for it. Hope it's want you wanted, bb. ♥ <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>


( Clicky.<\/a> )<\/b>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/134354.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/134083.html","pubDate":"Tue, 15 Sep 2009 16:00:25 GMT","title":"Destructive is the Way We Want to Be","author":"xmexandxyoux","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/134083.html","description":"
Title: Destructive is the Way We Want to Be
Pairing: Ashlee\/Pete, Ashlee\/Patrick
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Infidelity, Implied…fun.
Author: xmexandxyoux (me!)
Credit: I stole the WhamBam from CSI:NY (Wentzlee episode). Title from Empires.
Disclaimer: As much as I am pro-Stumplee, this never happened. (Duh).
Summary: He kissed her back, because here was a beautiful sobbing woman, and he had no idea how to make her feel better. But Ashlee did.
With a coy smile, she led him to the car. Feeling helpless, he allowed himself to be led.

Destructive is the Way We Want to Be<\/a>
","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/134083.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/133654.html","pubDate":"Mon, 07 Sep 2009 19:51:28 GMT","title":"I'd Be Lying If I Said It Didn't Mean A Thing [2\/?]","author":"xxfobxclndstnxx","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/133654.html","description":"Title:<\/strong> I'd Be Lying If I Said It Didn't Mean A Thing
Author:<\/strong> Me
Rating:<\/strong> NC-17
Pairing:<\/strong> Patrick\/Pete
Beta: \"[info]\"<\/a>rainydays05<\/b><\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>
Summary:<\/strong> Patrick is certain that he's not gay. Pete, on the other hand, can't exactly say the same thing - when he's drunk, that is. Patrick is quick to find this out and soon becomes the target of Pete's drunken sexual energy. Pete takes it one step too far and Patrick ends up having about all he can take.
<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>
Part one is in the entry. :)


( Pete could be pretty unpredictable sometimes.<\/a> )<\/b>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/133654.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/133525.html","pubDate":"Mon, 31 Aug 2009 21:39:37 GMT","title":"Drop A Heart, Make A Name","author":"insanitywhore","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/133525.html","description":"Title: Drop a heart, make a name. (8\/?)
Summary: When Patrick gets kidnapped, Pete panics and trys to save him but gets shot by Ryan Ross. Pete's was in a coma and no one knows where Patrick is. Will Gerard be able to figure out what the hell is going on? Meanwhile, where does William Beckett fit in?
Author: Spenzer (insanitywhore)
Rating: I don\u2019t really know so no violence or sex, yet.... ;P
Pairing: Pete\/Patrick, past Pete\/Gabe, past Patrick\/Adam, Greta\/Jon, Jon\/Spencer, Greta\/Bob, Matt\/Gerard,
Authors Notes: Part 8 finally! I had a beta, but they got sick and I tried mailing the first person on the petexpatrick beta list but they never replied... I finished this before summer so I was impatient to post it so yeah... Comments please, even if you want to tell me never to write again, I want to get better at writing so constructive critism would be extremly helpful :)

Previous Chapters:
Part One \/ Part Two \/ Part Three \/ Part Four \/ Part Five \/ Part Six \/ Part Seven

 Part Eight<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/133525.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/132988.html","pubDate":"Tue, 18 Aug 2009 14:36:22 GMT","title":"I'd Be Lying If I Said It Didn't Mean A Thing [1\/(?)]","author":"xxfobxclndstnxx","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/132988.html","description":"Title:<\/strong> I'd Be Lying If I Said It Didn't Mean A Thing
Author:<\/strong> Me
Rating:<\/strong> R
Pairing:<\/strong> Patrick\/Pete
Summary:<\/strong> Patrick is certain that he's not gay. Pete, on the other hand, can't exactly say the same thing - when he's drunk, that is. Patrick is quick to find this out and soon becomes the target of Pete's drunken sexual energy. Pete takes it one step too far and Patrick ends up having about all he can take.

Lots of love to my beta,<\/a>rainydays05<\/b><\/a><\/span>.

I've never written anything like this before, so I hope it's not too terrible. I would really appreciate comments and constructive criticism.


( Everyone knew that Pete Wentz was cocky.<\/a> )<\/b>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/132988.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/132516.html","pubDate":"Mon, 17 Aug 2009 21:49:37 GMT","title":"it's just a matter of time.","author":"rainydays05","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/132516.html","description":"

Title:<\/span><\/span><\/strong> It's Just a Matter of Time (Until We're All Found Out) [1\/3(?)]
Author:<\/span><\/strong> Me.
<\/span><\/span>Rating:<\/span><\/strong> Soft R
Pairing:<\/span><\/strong> Patrick\/Pete, Patrick\/Vicky-t
Summary:<\/span><\/strong>  Loving two people isn't easy, and Patrick's about to find this out firsthand.
<\/span><\/p>

 
Thanks to my amazing beta, \"[info]\"<\/a>xxfobxclndstnxx<\/b><\/a>. ♥

This is my first try at this kind of thing, contructive critism is greatly appreciated and needed.

"I've missed you so much."<\/a>
 <\/p>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/132516.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/131871.html","pubDate":"Sat, 25 Jul 2009 13:56:29 GMT","title":"Make Tonight","author":"packs","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/131871.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Make Tonight
Author:<\/b> <\/a>packs<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Paring:<\/b> Bob Bryar\/Patrick Stump
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Summary:<\/b> PWP. Bob surprises Patrick after a show.
Word Count:<\/b> ~2,288
Warnings:<\/b> Sex, fluff perhaps. Unbeta'd, super quick post before I jump off to work in ten!

maybe ill just play dead for a while<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/131871.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/131123.html","pubDate":"Tue, 07 Jul 2009 21:49:56 GMT","title":"The Best Things Come From Nowhere || Patrick\/Mikey || NC-17","author":"runthegamut","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/131123.html","description":"Title<\/b> - "The Best Things Come From Nowhere"
Author<\/b> - <\/a>runthegamut<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing<\/b> - Patrick\/Mikey, Pete\/Ashlee
Rating<\/b> - NC-17
Word Count<\/b> - 24,441
Summary<\/b> - A High School AU wherein Fall Out Boy attend public school, My Chemical Romance attend private school, and Patrick and Mikey meet while working together at a grocery store. As a friendship blossoms between the two, Patrick learns he can't always see the obvious. Fortunately, that's what best friends are for.
Warnings<\/strong> - Underage sex, mentions of drug use
Disclaimer<\/b> - Not real. Never happened. Fake fake fake.
A\/N's <\/b> - Written for <\/a>bandombigbang<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Masterpost here<\/a>. Title from "Made-Up Love Song #43" by Guillemots.



Patrick had gotten his job bagging groceries the summer he turned sixteen, the legal age to work without a permit.<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/131123.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/131071.html","pubDate":"Sat, 04 Jul 2009 13:50:46 GMT","title":"I Could Be an Accident (But I'm Still Tryin') - 2\/3","author":"xheart_of_lifex","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/131071.html","description":"Title:<\/strong><\/span> I Could Be an Accident (But I'm Still Tryin')
Author<\/strong><\/span>:<\/span><\/strong> <\/a>xheart_of_lifex<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing:<\/strong><\/span> Pete\/Patrick
Summary:<\/span><\/strong> Patrick Stump, age 16, is completely alone in the world. That is, of course, until resident prostitute Pete Wentz walks in to fix everything.
Rating:<\/strong><\/span> R
Author's Note:<\/strong><\/span> Wow. I was so shocked with the response I got to the first chapter! It made me so happy, especially the comments that said how you love my style! Those type of comment make all of this writing so worth it! So for you, here's the next part. Keep those wonderful comments coming!

part1<\/a>
part2<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/131071.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/130688.html","pubDate":"Sat, 27 Jun 2009 14:02:30 GMT","title":"I Could Be an Accident (But I'm Still Tryin') - 1\/3","author":"xheart_of_lifex","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/130688.html","description":"
Title - I Could Be an Accident (But I'm Still Tryin')
Author - <\/a>xheart_of_lifex<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing - Pete\/Patrick
Rating - R
Summary - Patrick Stump, 16, is completely alone in his world. That is, of course, until resident prostitute Pete Wentz walks in to his life.
Disclaimer - Do I even need to say it? Not mine. The title comes from FOB's 'Grand Theft Autumn'.


Whoever had the brilliant idea of opening a 24 hour music store was a moron.<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/130688.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/130527.html","pubDate":"Tue, 16 Jun 2009 21:50:00 GMT","title":"Less Than Three (Or \"Who said this wasn't a good idea?\")","author":"exorcise","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/130527.html","description":"title:<\/b> Less Than Three (Or \"Who said this wasn't a good idea?\") (1\/1)
author:<\/b> <\/a>exorcise<\/b><\/a><\/span>
rating:<\/b> Hard R.
pairing:<\/b> Pete\/Patrick\/Joe (and Pete\/Patrick, Pete\/Joe, Patrick\/Joe~)
POV:<\/b> Third.
summary:<\/b> Vandays fic. Wherein they take care of each other, deal with some stupid ideas, and there's some kissing, too. 3,600 words.
disclaimer:<\/b> This is fiction.
a\/n:<\/b> Written for a prompt at <\/a>moviescriptending<\/a><\/b>, and beta'd by <\/a>leviticus_lied<\/b><\/a><\/span> and <\/a>bertaids<\/b><\/a><\/span> (♥).

It\u2019d been like this for a while. Mutual whatever. Joe really doesn\u2019t like to think about it too much. It\u2019s just that Joe likes Patrick, and Joe likes Pete. Patrick\u2019s the same way, and Pete likes everyone, but yeah, Joe and Patrick would always be his weak spot. Not all that complicated, but fuck was it problematic.<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/130527.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/130093.html","pubDate":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 14:19:57 GMT","title":"Patrick's Secret Crush [5\/?]","author":"duck_revolution","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/130093.html","description":"Title: Patrick's Secret Crush [5\/?]
Author: <\/a>duck_revolution<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Characters\/Pairings: Pete Wentz, Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley, Patrick Stump\/Kevin Jonas, Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas,
Rating: PG
Summary: Patrick is jealous of Pete Wentz, and not for the normal reasons, he's jealous because Pete met the Jonas Brothers... he would like to say he knows this makes him sound like a 13 year old girl... he is aware of that fact
Warnings: nothing much besides the obvious being slash
Disclaimer: You really think I'd be writing slash if I owned anyone mentioned? Definitely not, I would live with them in a house with no doors... basically none of this is true
Authors Notes: X-posted at <\/a>jonasslash<\/b><\/a><\/span>, <\/a>peterickfics<\/b><\/a><\/span> and <\/a>slutrick<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Also... this was originally a lot longer but I'm not sure which way I want this to go, there are two options with a vote at the end
(Previous parts are in the entry :) )

You get to choose what happens next. Two options<\/a>

Sorry it took so long for the update!","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/130093.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/129799.html","pubDate":"Tue, 26 May 2009 22:32:54 GMT","author":"justtothesea","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/129799.html","description":"
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<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/129799.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/129611.html","pubDate":"Fri, 22 May 2009 19:12:03 GMT","title":"But I Love You, 'Trick.","author":"ginasfslove","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/129611.html","description":"Title:<\/b> But I Love You, 'Trick.
Rating:<\/b> PG
Pairing:<\/b> Patrick\/Pete
Warnings:<\/b> Mild swearing, break up.
Words:<\/b> 589
Disclaimer:<\/b> Nope. Back button, if you know either one of these two.
Summary:<\/b> The picture of him, smiling and wrapped around Pete, on the bedside table did nothing but make his eyes sting just a bit more than they already did.<\/i>



Patrick stuffed another hoodie deep into the filling suitcase, returned to the closet to drag out more of his things, and glanced again at the clock. Damn plane<\/i>. He kicked the foot of his bed as he walked over to the suitcase on top of it again. Swearing under his breath, Patrick shoved the pair of jeans he was holding into the bag with more force than necessary. The picture of him, smiling and wrapped around Pete, on the bedside table did nothing but make his eyes sting just a bit more than they already did. He wiped at his eyes quickly and sniffed, trying to hold it together, to not cry anymore. I\u2019m going to be an adult about this,<\/i> he thought to himself. It\u2019s just another break up.<\/i> Patrick rammed the last of his clothes into the bag, zipped it shut, and swung it off the bed.
Picking up the backpack on the floor full of CDs and assorted recording equipment, he looked back at the picture on the table, and thought one last time of the happiness he and his best friend used to share.
\u201cI give up, Pete. I can\u2019t let you hurt me anymore,\u201d Patrick whispered. He dragged his bags out of the house and into the car. Wiping at his eyes most of the way there, he almost missed the airport. Security was a blur of people in uniforms, metal beeping things, lines of people who didn\u2019t know his name. For that he was thankful. He couldn\u2019t imagine the horror of breaking down in front of a fan, recognizing who he is. Surely some of Perez\u2019s stalkerazzis would at some point get a shot of Patrick tearing up, but at least it would be impersonal, just being on a mediawhoring website, instead of from a camera phone, direct from someone who cares enough about him to take the picture not because it\u2019s their job, but because they worry.
Stepping onto the first class section of the plane, he sat down numbly into his seat, trying so, so hard to keep from yelling at those damn stewardesses pointing to the sides of the plane or picking up his mug of coffee and throwing it. The last thing he needed was a scene. Finally, the rumble of the plane down the runway assured Patrick that he was out of LA, for good. No more lightscameraaction<\/i> or bottomsup scene queens or glittery gowns draped across shiny black mannequins in store windows. No more black-out drapes to keep out the paparazzi\u2019s flashes during some of his and Pete\u2019s most publicized fights or staring at the Hollywood hills, wishing they were gone. No more Pete. A knot twisted in Patrick\u2019s stomach, forcing him to lock his eyes on the approaching clouds. He waved away the stewardess several times before he decided to pull out his phone and click new message<\/i>. He rocked his fingers across the sticking keys of the phone, letting T9word mess with half the words he tried to write, only to go back and delete them all and restart. Finally, he smiled at his phone, bittersweet. Rid of the relationship. Send<\/i> \u2026 Sending\u2026<\/i> \u2026 Sent!<\/i>
A half hour later, Patrick\u2019s phone vibrated in his lap and the screen lit up with 5 little words. But I luv you trick.<\/i> Patrick didn\u2019t see it. He was asleep, and dreaming about the life he\u2019ll have without the camera flashes, without the magazines with his face on it, without Pete. His mouth was twisted into a content smile.","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/129611.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/129292.html","pubDate":"Fri, 22 May 2009 17:40:51 GMT","author":"guilty_cobra","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/129292.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Define Friends
Author:<\/b> guilty_cobra
Rating:<\/b> PG
POV:<\/b> Third
Pairing:<\/b> Gabe\/Patrick
Disclaimer:<\/b> If you think this is real I want to know what you’re on and where I can get some
Summary:<\/b> Patrick and Pete get in a bit of an argument, and Gabe knows just how to fix it.
Beta:<\/b> <\/a>mcr_vamp_girl<\/b><\/a><\/span> 
A\/N:<\/b> This is the first fic I’ve written in ages, and my first time ever writing in third person. So, constructive criticism is appreciated.

Gabe is stretched out on the couch of the Cobra Starship bus, long legs hanging off its end. It’s sometime around three in the morning, and common sense is telling Gabe he should be sleeping right now, but his body has other ideas.

The bus smells like sweat, with a lingering odor of cigarettes and alcohol. It reminds him of the way concerts smell, and he smiles. They’d finished a show just hours before, and the excitement is still humming in his veins. It had been a great show, a great crowd, and he is eager for tomorrow's performance.

Closing his eyes Gabe attempts to relax, but scenes from the concert replay behind his closed lids seeming almost surreal. The blinding lights, the deafening roar of the fans, the pounding of the bass like a punch in the gut. It makes him want to move, to throw his body around and dance.

Sighing in defeat he sits up, just as there is a timid knock on the door. Standing up, and stretching until his fingertips brush the ceiling, he goes to answer the door.

Hunched in the doorway, familiar hat hiding his downturned face, is Gabe’s manager and good friend Patrick. “Um hi?”

“Can I come in?” Patrick still hasn’t looked up. Gently Gabe tries lifting Patrick’s chin, causing him to wince. “Patrick?” After a moment he reluctantly looks up, and Gabe gasps. A large bruise is forming on Patrick’s jaw, and a split in his lip is bleeding sluggishly. Gabe reaches out instinctively to brush his long fingers against the purpling bruise. “Who did this?” His usually smooth voice is rough with venom.

“No one…I um…fell” Patrick gives him a pleading look, and the hurt in his eyes makes Gabe want to punch something. “Like hell you did.” Patrick just stares at his shoes, which for some reason are still unlaced. “Come on let’s get you cleaned up.”

He takes his friend’s hand, and Patrick grips it like it’s the only thing holding him up. Leading him over to the sink Gabe wets a towel and carefully cleans the split lip, his task made difficult due to Patrick’s stranglehold on his hand. The older man shivers as Gabe’s fingers brush across his lips.

Striding over to the seat he had just vacated he sits down, pulling an unresisting Patrick into his lap. Sighing wearily Patrick leans into Gabe, pressing his eyes closed, Gabe can feel him trembling. “Are you going to tell me what happened? Or maybe show me this ground that managed to punch you?” Patrick doesn’t say anything, toying with the zipper of Gabe’s hoodie. “Stump.”

There’s a pause, then Patrick takes a deep breath of preparation, nodding slowly. “Pete and I had a bit of a disagreement.” It comes out bitter, with an edge of hurt.

“About what?” He has to struggle to keep his voice calm and even.

“I was just joking around…I called him a diva.” He pauses for a moment to take a shaky breath. “I must have hit a soft spot; he took it the wrong way…said I was just jealous because I’m not thin or hot.” He spits the last couple words, voice beginning to crack and Gabe wraps protective arms around him. “I guess I just kinda lost it because next thing I knew I had hit him, and then he was hitting me.”

Gabe rubs Patrick’s back soothingly. “After that you came here?” The unlaced shoes are beginning to make sense.

“Yah.” Patrick’s voice is strained, and Gabe gives him a gentle squeeze. A knock on the door startles them both. “I’ll be right back.” Gabe slides out from under Patrick, and goes to peek out the door. Pete Wentz is leaning against the bus, the collar of his jacket pulled up against the chill. With a sigh Gabe opens the door and steps out. “I’ll be right back.” He casts Patrick a reassuring smile before closing the door behind himself.

“I need to talk to him.” Pete steps forward, looking determined, and Gabe notices he has the beginnings of a black eye.

“You can talk to me first Wentz.” He spits, and Pete flinches. “So you and Patrick had a fight?”

Pete swallows difficultly. “I said some things I shouldn’t have, I wasn’t thinking properly.”

Gabe’s voice is harsh as he says, “He says you called him fat and ugly.”

“I didn’t mean it! And he hit me!”

“Well it looks like you hit him too, more than once.”

With a groan Pete sinks down beside the bus. “He must hate me.” Gabe tries to stay angry At Pete, he really does, but he’s never been one to hold a grudge. “No…I don’t think he does. But he’s hurt, and more than a little upset. His tone is almost scolding.

“Can I please just talk to him.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, not tonight at least. You both need some time to cool down.” Pete nods, staring silently at the ground. After a moment he looks up at Gabe, suddenly serious. “Thanks for being there for Patrick, deserves more people like you in his life.” His sincerity surprises Gabe.

“Well he is my friend.”

“Just friends?” Pete smirks.

“Don’t be a jerk.” Gabe feels his face growing warm and he slaps Pete a little harder than necessary. Wincing Pete chuckles halfheartedly. “I kinda need to work on that.”

“Yes you do. Now get lost, I need to get back to Patrick.” Pete smiles in a knowing sort of way. “See you later.” Gabe stands for a moment, watching Pete walk slowly away, before he turns and goes back inside.

He collapses onto the couch, and Patrick scoots over to rest against his side. Gabe feels a little fluttering in his stomach as he wraps an arm around his friend’s waist. “Thank you for that.” Patrick looks up at him, a small smile stretching his lips.

“It was nothing.” And he can’t help but return that adorable grin.

“Gabe.” Patrick’s usually strong voice is strangely breathless. “I…I want to.” A slight blush is creeping into his cheeks. “Aw hell.” Without further warning he leans in and presses his lips to Gabe’s.<\/span><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/129292.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/129162.html","pubDate":"Fri, 22 May 2009 14:13:53 GMT","title":"All I want for Christmas is You","author":"xmexandxyoux","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/129162.html","description":"
Title: All I want for Christmas is You
Pairing: Patrick\/Victoria
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluffy but three bad words.
Author: Me! (xmexandxyoux)
Disclaimer: I’m pretty sure this never happened.
Word Count: 806
Summary:“Yeah. She’s totally got the hots for you, bro. You don’t know this but she’s always talking about you and-“


All I want for Christmas is You<\/a>
","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/129162.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/128807.html","pubDate":"Sun, 17 May 2009 23:02:16 GMT","title":"Fic: The World's Not Waiting (For Joe Trohman to Stop Being a Pussy...) - Joe\/Patrick [17\/?]","author":"rosiedoes","link":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/128807.html","description":"Title:<\/b> The World's Not Waiting (For Joe Trohman to Stop Being a Pussy and Start Going For What He Wants) [17\/?]
Summary:<\/b> AU Timeline - Teenage angst and Crayola Rainbows. Or, Joe saw him first.
Author:<\/b> <\/a>rosiedoes<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Betas:<\/b> <\/a>untelling<\/b><\/a><\/span> & <\/a>shiny_starlight<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Rating:<\/b> R at absolute max.
Pairing:<\/b> Joe\/Patrick
Words:<\/b> c. 6,300 this chapter.
Author's notes:<\/b> This fic is written in a slightly AU timeline, where Andy joins the band straight away. One or two formerly key players may also be conspicuous by their absence...

Sorry it's been a long while for this to show up. I was having a slight crisis of propriety for various reasons, but I kept being prompted to continue, so here it is.

Don't read this chapter at work or school.

Disclaimer:<\/b> Get me a Dolorean and I'll make it real; until then, sadly not true.

Previous Chapters:<\/b>
Part One: Paperbacks and Sexuality<\/a>
Part Two: My Heart is On My Sleeve<\/a>
Part Three: Your Secret's Out<\/a>
Part Four: No Less Defeated<\/a>
Part Five: Place Your Hand Between<\/a>
Part Six: My Badge, My Witness<\/a>
Part Seven: Knocking Boots in the Back<\/a>
Part Eight: The Battle's Only Halfway Done<\/a>
Part Nine: Kiss Safe Thoughts Goodbye<\/a>
Part Ten: Snitches and Talkers<\/a>
Part Eleven: My Reputation's on The Line<\/a>
Part Twelve: Things I'll Never Finish<\/a>
Part Thirteen: Thank Your Lucky Stars<\/a>
Part Fourteen: Stop Making Plans, Start Making Sense<\/a>
Part Fifteen: Our Hearts Are Leaving Home<\/a>
Part Sixteen: To Make It Out Of This Disaster<\/a><\/a>


New Chapter<\/b>
Part Seventeen: Concentrating On Falling Apart<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/slutrick.livejournal.com\/128807.html?view=comments#comments"}]}}