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joke me something awful (just like kisses on the necks of best friends) by dolcedeath
Fandoms: Fall Out Boy
07 Jul 2023
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“Sometimes, I wish we could start over. That we could be different people with different lives. Better people. But you can’t let anything go. You won’t let me in again. You won’t give me a chance to prove myself.
“I’ve apologized to you, time and time again. I’ve thrown myself at you. Begged for you to take me back. Declared my undying love on a stage in front of thousands of people. And where did it fucking get me?” Pete growls.
“I don’t know, Pete. Where did it get you?” Patrick tilts his head, clenching his fists like he’s ready to strangle Pete. The feeling is mutual.
“Nowhere!” Pete shouts, getting up in Patrick’s face. “Everything I’ve ever done for you. Did it mean nothing to you? Does it even matter? I tried so fucking hard to please you, to make you happy, to make you love me.
“I’m tired of groveling for your affection. Fuck you, Patrick. I’m done with it. I’m done with you. Have a nice life.” Pete feels like he’s possessed, like he’s watching everything happen outside of his body.
Or the time travel AU where Pete and Patrick have some unfinished business and Pete is the only one who can save their relationship by altering time itself.
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29 Mar 2021
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(Including but Not Limited to) Prometheus Unbound by turnpike_divides
Fandoms: Fall Out Boy, Cobra Starship
18 Jan 2021
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Patrick was finally on his way to Atlantis. This was the moment that his entire career was leading up to, even if for a rescue mission. He could probably die happy after this trip.
Until he awakes to find the crew gone and himself bound to a chair. At least his abductor is hot.
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29 Mar 2021
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“You’re the first person I talked to in a long time,” the boy says quietly.
What Pete wants to tell him is that he hasn’t talked to any other living person in a long time either. What Pete wants to tell him are things like friendship makes no sense when all we can look forward to is losing each other and your lips are too pretty. What Pete thinks would be best to tell him is to go, get lost, and never come back.
“Pete,” he says instead, “my name is Pete.”
For the first time, the boy’s pretty lips curl into a smile. “My name is Patrick.”
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“Why are you here?” Patrick asks through gritted teeth. His hands, clenched into fists, are shaking. His whole body is shaking, and there’s a coldness flooding him, turning his blood into ice. Ice. Ice and snow-white skin. White and a clash of red against it – no, no, please no. He can’t think about this right now.
But Pete died. He’s fucking dead, except, he’s sitting on Patrick’s bed now, looking very much alive and well except for those giant feathery things.
Chest rising and falling, Pete’s fucking breathing, how is that possible?!
“You died,” Patrick says, and then, what little self-restraint he has vanishes. “You died,” Patrick repeats, and with each word, his voice gets louder, “you died, Pete, you’re fucking dead, so why are you here?!”
Pete is not bothered by the screaming, he looks aggravatingly calm and just a little sad. Beautiful brown eyes looking at Patrick, and they look so real. So alive.
“I’m here to offer closure, Patrick.”
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They're not supposed to talk about all the ways the hiatus hurt and broke them, all the fights and drama that led them here. Pete knows this rule; Pete's memorized this rule.
But then that blog post pops up on his screen, the one by Patrick everyone's talking about, "We Liked You Better Fat" -- and every reason to follow that rule comes crumbling down.
Rushing to Patrick's side is the natural response but this time's different than all the rest. This time, Patrick doesn't want him around.
Pete knows better than most, though, that needs and wants are very different things. Patrick may not want him but he does need him. And Pete just might need Patrick, too.
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