#fall out boy x reader fanfiction

[mightystumpmachine]

urgent request (?

Patrick stump x PETE SISTER! Yeah, it's a cliché but listen!! It's Pete's birthday and the reader for some reason gets along badly with the guys. But that same night she meets Patrick and sees that he's not a jerk or something like that.Idk stumpmachine, surprise me. (((I love the cliché))))

God, I hadn't written about «Pete's sister» in YEARS!!! You made me go back to my preadolescence on Wattpad, thank you for this, I've had so much fun, and hopefully you like the result :') I also love the cliché, although I'm not sure if I did it justice in this fic 💗

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Golden Memories.

(Patrick Stump x Fem! Reader) [Female reader sister of Pete wentz]

🎈Summary: It's Pete's birthday and you get along really badly with most of his friends, so you decide to go outside for some air and discover that maybe not all of Pete's friends are jerks.

🎈Warnings: mention and consumption of alcoholic drinks. And I think that's all lol.

🎈Fic Type: fluff; slice of life; romance.

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It was a typical hot night in early July in Chicago, but it wasn’t just any day—it was your older brother Pete’s birthday.

The Wentz house was filled with people celebrating, drinking, and dancing. You, however, felt a bit out of place.

You had tried to join the party, but most of Pete’s friends seemed unbearable and even a bit idiotic to you, honestly. Except for Joe, with whom you had exchanged a few words and found him funny and charismatic.

However, you had lost Joe at some point during the night among the crowd and alcohol, and now you were alone, overwhelmed by the loud music.

You decided to go out to the backyard to smoke a cigarette and take a break from the noise.

The yard was lit by warm lights hanging from a couple of posts and bushes, creating a cozy and relaxed atmosphere. There were also a few helium balloons tied to the bushes and colorful letters on the wall spelling out: “Happy Birthday, Pete.”

You leaned on a wooden railing and lit the cigarette, enjoying the night breeze and the relative silence compared to the inside of the house.

You thought it might have been a good idea to call one of your friends so you wouldn’t be completely alone. But, to be honest, you didn’t think the party would get this out of hand.

You weren’t even aware Pete had so many friends. You wondered if he really knew all the people who were now dancing and maybe throwing up in the corners of your house. You had even seen a couple in a heated make-out session on Pete’s bed.

You sighed, knowing you had to prepare for the scolding from your mother, who had gone to a friend’s house and trusted the house to Pete and you, believing that at most five people would come over.

A few minutes later, you heard the sliding door open, pulling you out of your thoughts. You saw Patrick, Pete’s best friend, the blonde who always wore some kind of tilted trucker hat on his head and those peculiar sideburns framing his face.

He had a slight frown and seemed a bit uncomfortable with the environment, just like you.

You looked at each other for a few seconds, which eventually became a bit awkward, so he decided to approach, giving a small smile.

“You’re Pete’s sister, right?” he asked, trying to start a conversation.

“Uh-huh,” you replied, exhaling the cigarette smoke. “Though they also call me _____,” you joked.

He laughed a little. “I’m Patrick,” he introduced himself, though you knew perfectly well who he was.

Obviously, you had seen Patrick come to your house very often, along with Joe and Andy. But, particularly Patrick had always attracted you a bit. You found him cute and kind, though you had never approached him, assuming he would be like the other friends of Pete.

Seeing that the silence had invaded again, you took out your pack of cigarettes and offered him one. He immediately shook his head, trying to hide a grimace of disgust.

“I don’t smoke, but thanks.”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised, to which he smiled shyly.

He leaned on the wooden railing, right next to you, and let out a sigh, feeling a bit more relaxed.

“So... are you having fun?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Pete knows how to throw a good party, I won’t deny that,” he replied. “But it’s not my style... I prefer quieter things. But he seemed so excited that I couldn’t say no.”

You nodded, understanding perfectly. “I feel the same way. I like to drink and hang out, but with a smaller group... plus here I don’t get along with anyone.”

Patrick looked at you for a few seconds.

“Well... you have company now,” he dared to say.

You laughed softly and the blonde just looked at you smiling with a frown, not quite understanding what had caused you to laugh.

“Sorry, it’s just that I really thought all of Pete’s friends were dicks, so being here with one of them is a bit funny to me,” you replied.

“I understand,” he said with a laugh. “Most are cool, maybe you just had bad experiences... at least I hope you don’t think that about me.”

Patrick looked at you, waiting for your response. You shrugged.

“So far, you’ve changed my mind,” you said. “Maybe... not all of them.”

The conversation continued, now more fluidly, talking about shared interests and funny anecdotes. You noticed that Patrick was much more interesting and nice than you had imagined.

At some point, you both decided to go inside to get something to drink, and although Patrick didn’t like to drink too much, this time he agreed to have a few beers with you.

The night went on and the heat didn’t lessen, leaving a fresh breeze that felt like a relief on the skin. You decided to sit on one of the chairs in the yard, away from the noise and curious glances.

“You know... you’re also nicer than I imagined,” Patrick said suddenly. “I think you’re great.”

“Oh, really?” you laughed. “And what did you think of me before? I mean... this isn’t the first time we’ve seen each other, you come over here often to see Pete,” you dared to ask with a hint of curiosity.

Clearly, at this point, you were both more uninhibited because of the alcohol, you had drunk a lot and neither of you was used to drinking that much.

Patrick laughed softly, looking at the ground before responding.

“To be honest, I always saw you as very much in your own world and we barely said hello. I figured you weren’t interested in talking to us,” he spoke a bit hesitantly. “However, you always caught my attention… but you’re a bit intimidating.”

You laughed as soon as he finished speaking. “Do you think I’m intimidating?”

Patrick nodded, embarrassed.

“Just a little?” Both laughed at the confession. “Anyway, I’m glad I decided to talk to you today. I had no idea how much I was missing out on.”

You smiled, feeling flattered. “I don’t believe a word you’re saying, but I love to hear that.”

Both laughed again and the silence that followed was comfortable. Just enjoying the tranquility of the yard and each other’s company.

Patrick looked at you from time to time, with an expression that seemed to be debating between timidity and the courage to say something else.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, noticing his intermittent gaze at you.

He lowered his head and smiled, a little blushed. “Nothing, just... it’s nice being with you.”

You didn’t know... but actually, Patrick was thinking about why he had never noticed how pretty you were until that moment.

The hours started to pass quickly, and you were making the most of every second to get to know each other.

You had stopped drinking because you didn’t want to be more drunk than you already were (on the verge of being drunk but still in your senses).

At some point, between anecdotes and bad jokes (really Bad jokes), you found yourself laughing at something Patrick had said.

You noticed how close you two were, and Patrick also realized it. Your gazes crossed, creating a bit of tension.

He blushed intensely, turning a ruby red, but didn’t pull away.

You didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol running through your veins or because he simply seemed attractive to you, but you decided to take the initiative and kissed him softly.

At first, Patrick stayed still out of surprise, but soon he responded to the kiss, feeling a comforting warmth.

The world seemed to stop around you, you felt a kind of electricity in the air that enveloped you.

Just when the kiss was becoming slightly more intense, the sliding door opened abruptly, revealing a very happy Pete, totally drunk and laughing out loud.

“Well, well! Look who we have here!” he exclaimed, slightly staggering. “‘Oh Pete... all your friends are idiotic losers,’” your brother mimicked in a high-pitched voice, teasing you.

You pulled away from Patrick, completely blushing. Patrick was also very embarrassed, but couldn’t help laughing.

“Pete, you’re totally drunk,” Patrick said, trying to maintain his composure.

Pete laughed even harder and completely ignored his friend. Staggering a bit, he pointed at you two. “This is great! I never would have imagined... JOE, GET THE CAMERA! This will go in my golden memories!”

“Why don’t you go back inside and stop embarrassing yourself? Us, really!” you suggested, half amused and half mortified.

“Alright, alright,” he complained. “But first let me give you my blessing, my dear siblings, don’t get into trouble,” Pete burst into laughter and turned around to go back to the party, muttering something about this being the best birthday ever.

Before leaving, Pete turned once more, this time pointing at Patrick with a mocking smile: “So you don’t know how to flirt with girls, huh? Gotcha, you dirty little man!”

Patrick looked at you with a small smile, completely red with embarrassment. “I think I’ve never seen Pete this drunk.”

You nodded, still incredulous at what had happened. “I’m so sorry for that, he’s an idiot,” you laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry, I know,” he replied. Still a bit shy, Patrick took your hand.

“How about we forget what just happened?” you suggested after a few seconds in silence.

Patrick looked at you with a hint of disappointment, “All of it?”

“No, just Pete,” you said, stealing a small kiss that he immediately returned.

The night wasn’t over yet, but you knew this July night would be etched in your memory.

[cryformes-blog]

ironically reading fan fiction on devianart and tumblr as an avid ao3 reader but then realizing they actually have peak writing

[morally-grey-variant]

so come on, come on and let me in

the bruises on your thighs match my fingerprints

[stumped-on-bennington]

And A Scar Away (From Falling Apart)

Summary: It's your first time going to see your best friend's band. Unfortunately, things get a little too loud.

Pairing: Pete Wentz x Reader

Word count:993

TW: Over stimulation

You and Pete had been friends since you were in middle school. You were different in school, instead of dressing in bright colors and tank tops, you wore your older brother’s old clothes; lots of baggy jeans and old wrestling shirts, and that caused the other kids to pick on you. Pete was your saving grace. One day at recess while you were sitting under a tree, drawing, a group of boys came up and started picking on you. They were calling you names and were probably about to make your nose bloody, when a strange boy jumped out of the tree, landing on the boys and fighting them off. Once all was said and done and the boys had run off, the strange boy stood up and brushed himself off, then he plopped himself down next to you on the ground. Since that day you were the best of friends. No one messed with you anymore because you and Pete were joined at the hip. He did get you into a fair amount of trouble, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Tonight was the first show of his you were going to. Pete had been in this band for some time now and you had been putting off seeing them live for so long, but tonight Pete had made you promise to come. You hated the idea of being in a cramped basement, filled with people you didn’t know all brushing against you, and the music blaring louder than you can think. But you made a promise, so you were going.

“It’s going to be amazing! You’ll love it!” Pete kept saying. You would just give your best smile and nod, trying to look enthusiastic about it.

You got to the venue early, finding a corner close to the stage, where you could be by yourself. You had your earplugs in, hidden under your hair. You had to admit, you were a little excited to finally see Pete in full action.

Soon the room was filling with people, your heart started to race a bit, but soon Pete came out with the rest of his band. The sight of his familiar face calming you. When he saw you the biggest smile grew on his face and he began to play. The band was amazing, luckily just enough sound leaked through your earplugs for you to enjoy the music. It seemed like everyone else in the room enjoyed it too; pushing and dancing erupted in the small room, causing you to get pushed around. The movements caused both your earplugs to get thrown from your ears, sending all the noise blasting straight at you.

That’s when it started. The loud music, the stage lights, people pushing and rubbing against you, the heat that was building up in that small room; it all made it feel like your skull was crowded and your chest was about to burst. You rushed and pushed your way out of the crowd, making your way into the bathroom. You quickly closed the door and slid down to the floor, covering your ears in an attempt to block out the sound that was still blasting through the gaps in the door. Before you knew it someone else was pushing the door open, forcing their way into the bathroom with you. It was Pete. He had the gravest look of concern on his face. Pete quickly kneeled down on the floor next to you, looking you over and making sure you were ok.

“Y/N, what's wrong? Did something happen out there?” Pete said, speaking a little too loud. You quickly covered your ears harder, curling yourself up more than you thought possible. Pete realized what he had done and quickly lowered himself to be sitting on the floor, getting more on your level. With a shaky hand he reached out and began to stroke your hair, gently. Slowly, Pete scooched closer to you, until he had you in his arms, and held you against his chest, letting you hear nothing but his breathing and heartbeat. The rhythmic sounds of his heart helped to put your own breathing in check, bring you back to reality and clearing your head.

After a few minutes of sitting in silence, you slowly sat up, dried streaked from tears on your face. You looked at Pete, a slightly worried smile on his face, and hugged him properly this time.

“Thanks, Pete.” You say with a raspy and hushed voice.

“Any time.” He says, a slight smile on his face. “Let’s get you out of here. I’m sure It’s cleared out enough that we should be able to get out of here no problem.”

Pete helped you to your feet, helping to brush off any dust from the floor off of you and giving you another good look. Before leaving Pete gave you a big hug, and quickly pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. He then opened the door and led you out of the venue, getting to his car and taking you back to his apartment.

Bonus!:

Back at Pete’s apartment.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know that all that would do that to you.” Pete said, bring you a cup of warm tea to where you were snuggled up on the couch. He sat next to you, pulling the blanket you had on yourself onto himself as well.

“It’s ok, Pete. You didn’t know that would happen.” you tell him, giving him a slight smile.

“I’m just glad that you didn’t get hurt, you had me so worried.” Pete says, draping his arm over your shoulder and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Well, since I didn’t get the chance to during the show, I guess now is the time to confess my feelings for you, isn’t it?” Pete says, using his other hand to rub the back of his neck.

[milandsk]

Vampires Will Never Hurt You

vampire!Pete Wentz x Reader

they just make out, biting, fluff

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“Are you sure?” he asked, his brown eyes searched your face worried.

You whimpered in his ear continuing to grind against him. Your hands were all around him like you couldn't get enough.

“Baby.” he pulled back slightly “I need to hear you say it.”

You let out a disappointed muffle as your lips couldn't touch him.

“I want you to bite me.” you sounded desperate.

He smirked slightly.

“What’s the magic word?” he asked clearly tormenting you.

“Please, Pete.” you whined.

“Okay, okay.” he chuckled and brought his lips to your neck.

You braced yourself, holding in your breath.

“You’re ready?”

You nodded biting your lip in anticipation. His lips were just against your skin, his breath tingling your senses. You closed your eyes, not breathing, bracing yourself.

Then he kissed you. A small peck from his lips.

“Pete!”

You could feel him smirking but before you could say more you felt a sharp pain in your neck. Your hands shot up to grip his hair but you didn't pull him away. You let out a moan from both pain and pleasure. His hand pulled your hair back roughly to get more access to your neck. For a second you couldn't breathe, your mouth was open as you couldn't let out a sound. After moment he stopped attacking your skin and looked up at you. A whimper left your lips as you looked at his face. His smile made his fangs show up even more, you saw a peck of red blood on his mouth trailing down to his chin. Your overstimulated senses barely registered as he kissed your mouth. The blood tasted metallic as his tongue intruded into your mouth. All you could do was let out an incoherent moan.

“Pete.” you let out a muffled whine, you couldn't breathe from his intensity.

“Hm?” he let out a mutter as he still kissed your face.

It's like he didn't really hear you.

“Pete.” you repeated more urgently.

He pulled back as if from a trance. His hands slid from your hair to your face.

“Yes, baby?” he gently cupped your face. “I’m sorry. Was I too much?”

You nodded.

“What do you need?” he asked gently, his thumb brushing against your jaw.

You let out a shaky exhale.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Just kiss me but slow down.” you finally managed to let out words.

His head tilted and before you could process his soft smile turned into that infuriating smirk.

“Aw, but you were so eager earlier.” his fangs shined when he grinned.

You rolled your eyes.

“I hate you.”

His lips brushed against your forehead.

“I love you too.” he smiled like an idiot and you couldn't help but to smile back.

[lucajayms]

MASTERLIST

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

GERARD WAY

Cubicles Fuckin' Liar You Should Have Raised A Baby Girl...

[misfits-in-motion]

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hyello !!! tis tooth again !!!! i wanted to share some guidelines abt writing/fanfics etc !!!

☞ requests are: open!! ☜

who i will write for:

- mcr

- fall out boy

- more tba

what i will write:

- fluff

- angst

- smut/nsfw

- most of anything tbh

- hcs/blurbs/shorts mostly

what i would like upon request:

- any deets you can give me !!

- masc, fem, nb/what pronouns

- scenario, obv

- im open to polyam requests too !!! basically anything !!!

KEEP IN MIND !! :

- i do not have a set writing schedule

- i do this for fun, and may want to stop

- my skills are debatable !!

- HOWEVER i am willing to work with peeps !! i just like to be silly !!!

perhaps more tba, but im feeling creative and shiz so yeah !!!

- tooth out

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[tenpintsof-sundrop]

omg I am soooo adding Hold Me Like A Grudge to the episode fic playlist.

'part time soulmate, full time problem'

it's THEEEEEM. it's them

[bitchimasnake-sss]

☆ fury unleashed!

── a blue lock fanfiction.

synopsis: when the blue lock boys lose a match and come back bitter 'n all to you. pairing: afab!reader x multiple men [aged up isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri, rensuke kunigami, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, oliver aiku.] // separate for all the characters. cw: NOT PROOFREAD. WRITTEN JUST CAUSE I WAS BORED. MDNI. nsfw concludes: mean men, penetration, handjob, blowjob, teasing, nicknames teasing, overstimulation, sex in too many places [shower, locker room, car, etc.], marathon sex, aiku's is slightly lovesick help me. like, share, subscribe guys :) m.list

♡ isagi yoichi!

all this anger and only one way to end it: you!

you knew your own boyfriend, of course. you had seen how his words turned razor-sharp on the field, how his gaze hardened and how he almost ripped his own players to shreds when the game didn't go his way.

but despite it all, isagi yoichi was not a sore loser. in fact, he took every loss as another opportunity to be better. maybe... maybe that's why seeing him like this was a wicked surprise.

"baby?" you had called out from the kitchen as the main door had opened, and then shut just as soon. a loud, rippling bang had reverberated through your apartment as you saw isagi pass you by.

"what's wrong? how was your... match?" you had tried again, calling after him. but isagi had just given you a tight-lipped smile, "don't wanna talk about it. 'm just gonna go shower, wanna join?"

"oh?" you had given him an easy smile, thinking you could knead away the tension from his shoulders as the hot water ran across his muscled body, "'course, baby."

that was thirty minutes ago, and now you could barely stand.

perched against the wet bathroom wall, the same hot water was a soothing sting against yoichi's administrations.

"ha-hah, yoichi!" your words were a rough pant, your eyes closing at the harsh thrusts.

but isagi yoichi was unforgiving.

sinking his canines into your shoulders, hot drool collected over the newly blossomed bruises before being washed down and slipping down your syrupy body.

he pulled away, his reddened lips connecting to your shoulders with a lewd string of glistening saliva. his crazed eyes came to search your face, and he brought up a hand to pull your cheeks into a harsh pout. his words were laden with unresolved anger, "can you fuckin' believe it? he didn't even score."

your words were a lost gurgle, eyes widening as he continued, "i really don't fucking get it. that fuckin' idiot."

the star player didn't even give you a moment to recover, using the same hand to press down on your mouth to suppress your gasps and broken whines.

you choked on your own sounds, his palm flat against your kiss-bitten lips as he continued fucking you into the wall behind you. using all his anger, isagi vowed to ruin you utterly the way he would have the rival team.

"y-ichi." your muffled words reached his ears, even more weak under the sound of the falling water crashing against the bathroom floor. the footballer nodded, half in his senses and half in delirium, "what?"

he pulled his palm back, the skin now tainted with your drool and you burst into a fit of moans, "'m gonna cum ag-again."

"oh?" the man bunched his brows together — as if he had quite forgotten what his actions were doing to you, "are ya?"

you nodded and your eyes snapped shut at his repetitive thrusts within your cunt. barely managing a coherent word, you mewled, "y-yeah. fa... faster, ichi ngh—"

isagi grinned, a man maddened who could only see one goal — and that goal being splitting you on his cock and fucking you even dumber if possible, "c'mon, gimme all of it."

"y-yoichi 'm gon—" your words burst inwards, toes curling and nails scratching down his biceps in a desperate effort to ground you. but despite your desolate reactions, your boyfriend kept fucking into your snug cunt, relishing in the spasming sensation against his needy cock.

as you found yourself coming back to earth, yoichi gently picked you in his arms. his biceps flexed, muscles shifting against your naked body as you slumped against him completely. the water was turned off, and he stepped out of the shower.

as yoichi lay you down on your bed, you smiled up at him for his sweet action, "t-thank you, yoichi."

but he just cocked an eyebrow. his words were nothing more than a soft hiss, "what for? 'm still angry."

oh? the night was still young, it seems.

♡ rin itoshi!

the man with jersey number 10 loses his sanity!

truth be told, there was always this air around rin — the kind that always made everyone assume he was mad. with his icy gaze on the field, and snarls and insults thrown around, it was hard not to assume that rin itoshi was a very bitter man.

but in all honesty, rin was never bitter with you. he tried to sigh away his annoyances, and kiss away his anger with you around. as cringe as it sounded, he couldn't help but melt whenever you met his gaze.

maybe that is why the younger itoshi never quite looked at you as he fucked all of his anger into your weeping cunt.

after a match gone wrong, rin had his hand pushing your face against his locker door as he fucked your pliant, destitute cunt with reckless abandon. his strong grip groped the fat on your hips and thigh, ensuring that each fucking thrust within your heat had you betting your sanity on a losing match.

his ITOSHI: 10 jersey held up by his teeth, hair damp from a match gone wrong, and the ITOSHI tag on his locker rattling with each hard thrust into you.

"fuckin' shit—" the man grunted, and the jersey glided down his milky abs and bunched on his waist. gripping your leg harder, your boyfriend pushed your back further in, deepening the sinful arch. his body chased yours, his chest pressing against your stuttering back.

a steady rhythm of thwap! thwap! thwap! resounded in the abandoned room. and the cool metal against your cheek was a stark contrast to the hot sting against the fat of your ass from his body colliding against yours.

"ri-in" you whined, still meeting each of his thrusts with a sly roll of your own hips despite your reluctant words. your skin burnt with another calculated smack! against your ass and your clawed at the metal — deprived.

seeing the desperate action, rin brought the hand on your head down to your hand and intertwined — such a romantic gesture despite the way he fucked into you as if you were nothing more than a toy.

"yeah— fuck, what?" rin thrust deeper at the desperate echoes of his own name. his achy tip rubbed against your volatile spot, smearing pre against your sodden walls with each careful movement.

"rin, p-please—" limbs trembling, your words almost slurred at the way his hand came back up and squished your cheek against the metal, "please aah— f-fuck."

"please what?" grunting, he brought his fingers to your throbbing clit. pressing swift figures against your, he pressed his chest against your back tighter.

rin repeated, this time with a harsh, little slap to your mewling cunt, "please what?"

"please..." barely managing to move your face under his grasp, you looked back at him. your bleary gaze met his sharp ones, and your wobbling lips sagged open to let out a pathetic request, "fuck me harder."

and rin itoshi — the ever stoic man — laughed. he laughed, trailing the hand that was pressing down your head down to your nape and dragging your entire body back into him and his deprived cock.

each pull back into his muscled body had your limbs spasming, each roll of his hips had him hitting your g-spot and each word past his spit-soaked lips led to your demise.

"fuck you harder?" his hips snapped at a deadly pace, brows bunching at the way his own girlfriend had become so cockdrunk, "you want that?"

you nodded just barely, still under the control of his palm on your nape.

"okay, then." rin hiked up your legs impossibly higher, and your muscles burned with each shove into you, "I'll fuck you harder."

♡ chigiri hyoma!

trust me, meaner than he looks!

"hyoma?" your brows knitted together, a soft frown across your face as you recalled the live telecasting of your boyfriend's match online earlier today.

his team had lost, badly at that. and here you were halfway across the world, just to see chigiri's breath stutter and jaw tighten on your camera screen.

"h-hyoma?" you tried again, just to be met with eerie silence on his end. but being a woman of unyielding devotion, you tried yet again, "'sokay, you guys did your best, didn't... you?"

but the man on videocall just grunted, a sliver of a nod from his side.

"hyoma," you tried one last time, "is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

and those words had landed you in this position.

"faster."

"b-but hyo—" your own hips jerked, too out of control as you tried to hold the position steady, "i can't. i c-can't do it anymore— nghh—"

with your phone carefully perched against your pillow, it showed your boyfriend all the obscene ways in which your essence dripped out of you and onto your shared bed. the sheets under you were tainted with your honeydew essence, a wayward breath stuck in your throat as you pulled and pushed the rabbit vibrator in and out of your greedy hole.

toes curling, head thrown back, teeth sinking into your bottom lips — it was so, so hard to keep your thighs apart and put on a show for your eerily calm boyfriend. the very same boyfriend who was currently using one hand to control the app and another to lazily tug at his erection.

"h-hyoma—" you whined again and your boyfriend cocked an eyebrow at your disheveled demeanor, as if he wasn't the very cause of it. "why're you whining so much? too much for you?"

and acting as if he were a benevolent man, chigiri clicked the button on his phone and the buzzing ended abruptly. the slightest of smiles tugged at his lips as he hummed, "that better?"

your arched back fell back onto the sheets, your sweat-slicked skin falling limp in disappointment. this wasn't the first time chigiri had shut off your toy, or the second, or even the third. your benevolent boyfriend had been turning the precious toy he had bought you on and off again, and again, and again on his vicious whims.

with a shuddered breath trapped within your chest, you looked at him and whined yet again, "can you ju-jus' fuckin' turn it back on."

"huh?" your pretty boyfriend bunched his eyebrows together and drew closer to his laptop screen. nimble fingers still tugging on his tip, coated with his pre, he almost laughed at your tone, "are you really giving me that fuckin' attitude?"

"n-no." your eyes widened, body coughing up a shiver at the way chigiri's cold words rung through the speaker. you swallowed but your mouth felt awfully dry, "h-hyoma... just please, please turn it on."

"fine." the pro-player pressed the button on the app with reckless abandon, and the toy started up against your drenched, quivering cunt... and then stopped yet again. throwing your head back dangerously, you felt your limbs shake with frustration, "hyoma. please."

and even with your eyes clenched shut, you could hear the slightest of smirks in his words, "say nicely. y'know i don't have it in me to be nice today, baby."

snapping your eyes open, you tried to meet your unsteady gaze onto the phone screen, "i'll be good. i'll be s'good, i p-promise— just please let me fucking... c-cum."

there must have been something worthwhile in your drunk, lewd words that made chigiri finally tap the button on his phone again. and this time, he threw his phone somewhere on his bed, aiming to let the device get lost within the foreign sheets.

this time, he planned to watch the show without any interruptions.

the buzzing against your needy clit, and the shove within your greedy, gummy hole rendered you useless with orgasm upon orgasm till all you were doing was babbling on and on and on about how fucking sensitive you were.

"s-stop." holding your thighs together, you brought them up so that the toy fucked into your pussy with another angle. tears pooled at the edge of your eyes, and you found yourself aching for freedom from this torment. words just a wet plea, you asked, "pl-please ohmygod— hyoma, fuck fuck fuuck—"

with the blood rushing in your ears, you missed your boyfriend sodden, little hum — a warning, "you can do more than that, can't you?"

♡ rensuke kunigami!

swear up and down, he's the devil!

you were sure there was god up there somewhere, because how else could you explain the very re-incarnation of devil that was fucking into your spongy spot? you couldn't quite see his eyes, but if you did, you were sure to find no traces of guilt in rensuke kunigami's eyes for the way he was ruining you.

the muscles in your thighs burned, your limbs pinned upto your chest with his broad palms. perspiration across your body dripped onto him, your soaked back rubbed against his chest as kunigami snapped his hips into your inviting, plush cunt with inhumane stamina.

"c'mon." he panted, hips following the soft rhythm of his syllables, "the last stretch, 's the last."

"fu-fuck, fuck fuck re-rensuk- nghhh—" your nails dug into the very hand that was holding you still, trying to pry him off your malleable body. but it was all in vain, he had already planned your demise.

your head lolled back as you found the pro-played clawing out another orgasm out of you. limbs spasming, lips kiss-bitten and raw, and your poor cunt bulging obscenely with his length within you — you didn't even know how you ended up in this situation.

rensuke had come home with a dangerous glint in his eyes — of course, you hadn't been able to see that.

he had come upto you as you were unloading the clothes from the dryer and had pressed such a sickly sweet hug to your back. his hulking body was steady against yours, and his breath was hot against your neck.

"rensuke?" you had laughed as his grip across your waist grew tighter slowly. bringing up a hand to his hair, you had softly patted him, "what's wrong, ren?"

"think you can help me?" kunigami had breathed the question out so gently, "let me fuck you, yeah? i had a hard day."

and despite being such a simple question, here you were with your throat scratchy and muscles aching.

your boyfriend had planted his feet onto your almost-broken bed with all his strength, using it to leverage nasty, bruising thrusts within your sensitive hole.

"jus-just a bit more." your boyfriend sunk his teeth into your shoulder, and you yelped at the added stimulus, barely coherent with whatever was going on. all you knew was that you were being ravaged by the beast underneath you.

with every mean, little thrust inside you, kunigami's jaw tightened, his muscles flexing and unflexing as he supported your completely limp body. he heaved again, a ragged promise on his tongue, "i promise, just a bit more. jus' hold on a l-little bit f'me, baby."

how were his words so sweet when his actions were not?

"you can hold out for me... ri-" a harsh roll into your cunt, and the man felt himself losing his coherence, "right?"

"uh huh. i- fuck oh ngh— i can, i can." being an ever-loving girlfriend, you nodded. frankly too cockdrunk to really grasp his words, anyways.

a bit of drool threatened past your lips, and all you were aware of was the dreadful coil in the pit of your stomach. it wrapped it's tendrils around your muscles, then your throat and lastly, your sanity.

but kunigami kept on babbling his candied lies, as if blinding you with his words would undo the hell he was unleashing on your poor, sensitive cunt. each word a rough pant, he reminded you, "you're doin' so well for me, holdin' out s-so well for me, aren't you?"

"i- i am, ren." you nodded, and he felt his tip ooze out nasty smears of pre to paint your insides at your pliant reactions. tightening his hand around you and holding you steady, the man brought his skin against you in an accursed symphony of skin upon skin, "good girl, such a fuckin' g-good girl... yeah?"

"just." smack! "a." smack! "little." smack! "more." smack!

his length throbbed inside your spasming, inviting cunt with heinous intentions. fucking into you like he was fucking into a ragdoll, he asked a question — a question you were too fucked dumb to even answer.

"we're going again, right?" kunigami nudged his face next to yours, holding your shivering body as he felt his own body tightening up, "when we finish?"

despite the lack of oxygen in your brain, and lack of logic in your system, your eyes widened as you babbled out your own nonsense chorus, "w-what? ren... but y-you said—"

"—again."

"b-but i can't..." walls spasming, you tried yet again to pry him off, "i can-not."

"but you can." the man pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, the kind that were in clear juxtaposition with the depraved plunges he placed within your heat. he repeated with just the tiniest bit of insanity mixed into his syllables, "you can."

♡ reo mikage!

got an heir wrapped 'round my finger!

"reo?" you had cocked your head to look at the mikage industry's heir's sideways, trying to check if he was okay after that failure of a practice match, "you okay?"

he hummed out a faint yes but his knuckles tightened against the steering wheels far too easily. chuckling, the words came out somewhat strained, "of course, why wouldn't i be?"

you had tried to put a palm on his thigh, just to find the clothed muscle tighten, "can i help?"

the car steered sideways on the long-abandoned road, now coming to a steady crawl as he parked it.

reo's voice shook, eyes clenching shut as he addressed you again, "can you?"

despite the dangerous lilt to his words, you couldn't help but trail the hand on his thigh somewhat higher, teasing him. you smiled, and your lips curled so cashmere at your lewd intentions, "i can help take your mind off of things, reo."

his veiny hand gripped the headrest harder, manicured nails indenting frenzied dents onto the expensive leather. strands of his hair fell in front of his face in shuddering gasps as you flicked your wrist with each tug of his sensitive cock.

down on your knees for the man, you looked up at him with a sinful gaze — the kind that had reo hiss out weak moans of your name with each one of your reckless flicks.

"reo, are you okay?" you purred, lips curling deviously at the way his entire body stuttered out a falsetto. from the bunched eyebrows, to the quivering lips, to his lead-like limbs — reo mikage was rendered useless under your kitten licks and sultry tugs, under your already pearlescent hands.

how many times had he come undone, anyways? two? three?

"thr-three." reo breathed out shakily.

the man attempted to nod quick after, trying to forge a sign of sanity despite his shaking thighs and curled toes.

oh? did you ask that out loud?

"three?" you cocked an eyebrow, the same vicious smile still tugging at your lips like you were planning to suck the soul out of him tonight. "then, you can still go for one more, right?"

at your purr, reo's eyes widened, "n-no, this is— 'senough. i f-feel better, i promise."

but your tugs didn't halt, still such cruelly pulling at his sensitive tip, "but you're being such a good boy for me, right?"

at the petname, reo let out such an obscenely saccharine moan. eyes rolling back, he ran his helpless fingers through his soaked, hued hair. thighs trembling all over again as the mikage industry heir almost cried, "y-yes."

maybe you were a woman capable of mercy. because you stopped the slow, dragged out flicks of your hands against his flushed tip slowly. half-standing, you leaned to press a kiss to the tip of his flushed nose.

"tell me, baby." you cooed, pressing another kiss to his cheek, and another to the side of his swollen lips. dragging your vixen-like figure over his body, you caged him in so helplessly, "tell me, think you can handle if i use you?"

"i— ngh ple-please." and you heard the most sinful whimper tear out of reo's throat, eyes all but rolling into the back of his skull with the way you straddled his hips and pressed his wet, sensitive dick up and down your syrupy folds.

still playing with the flushed mushroom tip, you found it all-too-easy to hook the tip against the hood of your drumming clit. repeating the action again and again, you found yourself lazily biting out a moan of his name.

afterall, reo mikage was being so nice.

he was holding his breath in his throat, clenching his fist around the leather, biting down obscene curses — all in an effort to be good for you.

so, ofcourse, you had to reward him, didn't you?

with a hasty roll of your hips, your ravenous cunt pulled in the tip of his aching cock. inch after inch, the veiny, overstimulated muscle stretched within you and—

"—fu-fuck, fuck, fuckk." reo panted, eyes widening and body shivering when he let out the salacious beads of his orgasm within your voracious cunt.

"'msorry, 'msor-ry," he clenched his eyes shut, not quite looking at you as you were pumped with his essence, "i did-didn't mean to... to so— soon."

when his jitters subsided, you hooked a careful finger under his sweaty jaw to pull him upwards. a soft hiss on your tongue, "feel better?"

reo nodded softly, and you smiled so easily at him. but maybe you missed that glint in his eyes, or maybe you forgot that reo's play-style was copying. because now his fingers pumped in and out of you, a sly smile on his spent face as his demolished you.

reo mikage said it real slow, "tell me, angel... think you can handle if i use you?"

♡ nagi seishiro!

breaking that pretty cunt tonight!

"sei!" you had turned your head from the couch to the door that had opened to reveal your boyfriend, "hey!"

hair damp and face monotonous, he had given you a nod, "hey."

"something wrong..?" your voice had trailed off as the man walked upto you and easily picked you up in his arms without even as much as a sliver of explanation.

"need a shower," nagi seishiro had quietly answered, yet you could hear the slight rattle in the fractures of his words, "just tired."

"s-sei... c-can I move?" now, your manicured fingers kneaded his shoulders, trying to ease away the tense feeling lodged within the fibres of his muscles. the snowy-haired man had his head in the crook of your neck, lapping on the soaked skin lazily at the slow gyrations of your hips against his.

sitting in the heated bath, it was your idea to cockwarm him, your idea to sit excruciatingly still to let your boyfriend feel better. and yet, as your slick glossed over his muscled thighs, you shuddered out a pathetic sigh, "s-sei, please..?"

it just had been so long, almost felt like an eternity with the way your drooling cunt kept clenching around him — brewing up a violent storm of heady desires in the bottom of your stomach.

"se-i." the syllable rolled of your tongue with another desolate plea but nagi just tipped his head back, ignoring your forlorn words.

the damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead and glinted under the overhead ambient lighting. he sighed, and his deltoids flexed as he stretched his limbs out on the bathtub's edge.

biting your lip, you tried again. this time growing mouthy, "sei, jus' let me move."

the man cocked an eyebrow, a feeble smile tugging at his lips with the way your aching cunt seemed to suck him in, "nah, don't feel like it yet."

"i-i'll do all the work," you found yourself striking a deal with a demon reincarnate, found yourself pleading to a deaf god, "i promise— jus' let me move."

at the statement, your stoic boyfriend laughed. and once done, he nodded — an action so soft that you would have missed if not for the fact that your entire body was finetuned to his. at his action, your depraved hips caught up a lewd rhythm. grinding up and down, his flushed divot caught against your fraught spots and with each manic plunge.

"shi—" his usually downturned eyes widened for just a second, a restrained mewl lodged in the back of his throat as your greedy pussy sucked up the sloppy, spilling pre, "s-slower, baby."

but you just looked at him so dolefully — with your wretched, doe eyes tearing and lips quivering, "n-no."

"can't go slower?"

"don— don't want to."

and despite the tension etched into his sore muscles and the meagre patience, nagi laughed. plump lips curling up, he planted a careful hand on your soft waist to support your delicate figure, "that good?"

after an eternity of cockwarming, how could nagi seishiro even ask you if it was 'that' good? how could he ask that when practically each trivial stutter of his achy mushroom tip against your walls had you gasping for air and throwing your head back?

but you didn't have the coherence to say all that, so, clawing your nails down the same flexed deltoids, you nodded vigorously, "mhm— y-yeah, so good sei—"

with each nod, your body shivered and cunt mewled distraught at the way his cock split you apart at his sheer length.

bringing his quick fingers up to your face, nagi plucked away the damp strands of hair from your flushed face with a soft sigh. tucking the same stand behind your ears, nagi rolled his pelvis once and you fell forward onto his chest.

his lips ghosting over the shell of your eyes, the pro-player smiled, "having fun?"

nodding again, you stole another needy gyration or two as if nagi couldn't feel it, as if he couldn't feel you — you and your filthy, yearning pussy pulsating around his dick.

you heard the slightest click of his tongue, "'msorry then."

"f-for what..?" before you could raise your head to meet his eyes, or to question his words — nagi seishiro splayed his fingers against the fat of your hips and pulled you up and down on his whims.

with each nasty smack! of skin on skin, the man seemed to hit a deeper spot and you— oh, you were seeing stars.

head lolled, eyes rolling back and nails still digging into his flesh to mark him — you came on nagi's dick with a few, mean strokes into your heat, "jes—jesus fuck! se-i... sei— ohmygod—"

still now out of your orgasmic bliss, still caught up in the trance of his skin against yours, you almost jumped when you heard nagi seishiro whisper again, "'msorry. trust me, i am."

wobbling lips too tired to conjure up a reply, you just looked up to a strange, almost barbaric look flash in his irises. his hips snapped into yours, his cock ramming into your bruised walls with an inhumane force.

"sorry, babe." the pro-player breathed out a half-baked excuse, "sorry— think 'm gonna break this pretty pussy tonight."

and you didn't miss the slightly sadistic resonance in his words. oh no.

♡ oliver aiku!

fwb aren't supposed to do this, right??

"what d'you want?" you had slammed the door open to see the man of the very hour — oliver aiku — standing at your door, leaning against your wall all so nonchalantly as if it weren't three in the morning.

rolling your eyes, you regarded the tired man, "what? hoe no.3 busy that you had to come to me?"

"don't be ridiculous," aiku slipped past you and into the familiar apartment he had spent far too many nights in. his cadence dropped low, "you're hoe no.3."

although bitter syllables clung like dew onto your glossy lips, you closed the door behind you anyways. "what do you want? we didn't have any plans today, righ—"

"needed some help." and the former captain found himself turning on his heel to face you, "needed to blow off some steam. please."

well, plans be damned. this was the first time the oliver aiku had uttered the word 'please' to you.

"oh my god—" one of your fists clenching against the fabric of his shirt while the other rubbed desperate figures against your sloppy clit, you barely held your gaze steady against his heterochrome eyes.

he had been so desperate — oliver aiku had been so desperate — that the dress that you were wearing had been hastily bunched up on your waist, and his shirt had stayed on.

he had kissed you, and then he had kissed you again and again and again till his lips were bruised and swollen and his head wasn't quite screwed on right.

shoving your figure against the nearest wall, the man had caged you in with a forbidden whimper of your name. his muscles shook, eyes searching your salvaged form like a predator on hunt, "i tried going on a run, i hit the gym— fuck, didn't fucking help."

the clicking of the belt, followed by a swift shove within your velvety hole, and you heard the man audibly hiss at the feeling of his tense erection bruising your walls with every dragged out, filthy plunge. he mumbled false nothings, praying to a deity that would never answer, "i tried everything. b-but you—"

now, clenching his jaw, the former u-20 captain tightened his hold against one of your thighs, stretching the limb out so that he could fuck into your sopping cunt harder. all while another hand supported your crumbling figures against the creaking bed.

"too much? too much?" meeting your pelvis against his in a lewd dance, the man grunted out strained words, "sorry— 'msorry, tough... tough day today, ma."

"mhm," you nodded, your sugary lips falling into an easy pout, "'s okay, what's wr-rong?"

oliver scoffed — you and him were nothing more than a series of horny, reckless favours, and yet you were looking up at him like you meant your question.

usually, your sessions were fast-paced; the sound of skin on skin, damp hair, scratches down his skin and bruises blossoming on your skin where people could see — rabid animals in a wicked arrangement. that's all you two could ever be.

but today, his thrusts were slower, more calculated despite the anger that lingered in each movement of his lagged limbs. and if you had been in your senses, you could see the sliver of yearning in his eyes as he took in your shaking figure under his gaze.

"i—" words a wet gurgle, he tried to think of the reason he was fucking you like this — soo slow, like you meant something more, "s-shit match."

"oh— aah—a-aiku!" whatever reply you had thought of dissolved as oliver shoved his tongue in your mouth. the muscles caught in a lewd dance, the pro-player tried to shove down any thoughts. moaning against him, you sounded so sinful... did you always sound like aiku's demise or was he imagining things in his lucid state?

when he parted from you, the glistening strings lingered between you — a haunting sign of the way you were making him feel. so, obviously aiku just clutched your leg harder — almost bruising — and fucked into your cervix.

body moving mechanically, each crevice of his mind was occupied by you. how soft your skin felt under his skin, how warm you were, how your breath hitched with another orgasm knocking down your insides.

and as you threw your head back, exposing your shuddering neck and chest, you clenched your eyes like you always did. weak fingers kept rubbing frenzied circles onto your drenched cunt, rosy cheeks scrunched up in a forbidden delight — oliver had seen this scene so many times, then... why did he feel so utterly stupid looking at you?

didn't he come here to blow off steam..? and yet, the pro-player felt like he had found more things to be worried about as he found himself spilling the pearlescent fluid within your plush cunt.

well, nothing another round or two couldn't fix, right?

a/n: did you know aiku is his first name and oliver is his last?? bro. insane. anyways make isagi and bachira kiss u losers i know they wanna. also, im sowry cause i know some part is long and some isn't, i have been writing this over the course of many days, hence, the inconsistency in writing style and length :') tagging: @fantastically-imperfect @moodswing101 @isabellalovesyou @mininji @scara-simp69 @heartfeltstarry @actuallynarii <3 hope you enjoy mwuah mwuah <3 m.list

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LITERALLY MADE ME CRY OMFG

Snow - Patrick Stump x Reader

Prompt: S: Snow (How do they like the snow?) (from this list) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Word Count: 1 096 A/N: I think i’m getting sick…

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patrick x female reader in pain so he pampers and snuggles with her

Heyyy! I had a blast writing this fic because I'm actually sick right now, so I wrote about how I'd love Patrick to take care of me :'(( Anyway, hope you enjoy it and come back soon with more ideas <3

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Wrapped in Love on Sick Days

(Patrick stump x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You wake up sick, but Patrick is there to take care of you.

Warnings: Nothing more than this can be extremely sweet. fluff.

Notes: English is not my native language, so if there are any errors here, let me know :D

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When you woke up that morning, a sharp pain throbbed in your chest. Breathing was difficult, at least today it was.

You were slightly trembling, and occasionally, you suffered from chills. You felt frozen, even a bit disoriented.

The sheets felt heavy on you and no matter how hard you tried to find a comfortable position, moving seemed to worsen the headache.

You decided to stay in bed, hoping the pain would pass. Patrick had gotten up early to do some things, but you knew he wouldn't be long in coming back.

After a little more than half an hour, you heard the front door close and immediately recognized Patrick's footsteps.

"_____, honey!" he raised his voice a little. "Are you home?".

"Patrick?" you asked, unsure if you had really heard his voice.

You heard the footsteps again, now approaching the bedroom hastily.

You could see him approaching the door frame, sliding towards the bed, and sitting next to you.

He smiled at you, but when he took your hands in his, he recognized that feverish warmth almost immediately.

Frowning, he brought the back of his hand to your forehead.

"Oh, love... how are you feeling?" he asked worriedly.

You groaned a little, shifting in bed. "Like I've been run over by three trucks".

Patrick smiled sideways and stroked your hair.

"No wonder you were so restless last night" he thought out loud. "I thought maybe you were having nightmares".

You shook your head. "I'm cold. Is the heating on?" you asked with difficulty.

Patrick looked at you with a pitying look; it broke his heart to see you suffer. He stood up and bent down to kiss your forehead.

"Love, it's not that cold, I promise you" he replied. "You're just running a high fever".

Whimpering, you pulled the blankets over your head.

Your boyfriend stood and slowly walked out of the room.

Peeking out from the covers, your hair and eyes visible, you watched him standing in the doorway.

"Don’t leave," you pleaded, voice barely audible and hoarse from illness.

"I won’t, just need to tell Pete we’re postponing band practice," he said while heading towards the kitchen, "I'll take care of you until you’re better."

You felt a little bad hearing that Patrick already had plans for today (but not that much, honestly). You needed him by your side because with him everything hurt less.

"I love you."

"Very convenient timing," he teased as he left for the kitchen.

You were left alone in the room, shivering slightly. You clutched the blankets to your body with the little strength you had and stayed that way, waiting for the cold to go away at some point.

you fell asleep when Patrick entered the room again, but this time with a tray carrying a cup and some toast.

"Sit up, ____," he said, placing the tray on the bed and sitting beside you, "My mom used to make this tea when I was sick as a kid. Hope it helps."

Sitting up slowly, Patrick supported your back with a gentle hand.

Accepting the tea, you took an immediate sip, wrinkling your nose at the ginger taste.

"Yeah, I know you hate ginger," he smiled, rubbing your back, "But it’ll help."

Nodding, you finally drank it before it cooled.

You only ate two slices of toast because you had no appetite at all, but you knew Patrick wouldn't let you go through the day with absolutely nothing in your stomach.

"If you're still like this tomorrow, I'll have to call the doctor" he warned, to which you only nodded.

"Thanks, Patrick" you whispered. "You're my angel".

Patrick helped you lie back down, adjusting pillows for comfort.

Ensuring you were well-covered, he stood.

"Maybe you should sleep a bit, darling," he suggested softly, clearly intending to leave the room.

Grasping his sweater sleeve, you pleaded, "No... don't go. Stay here... with me."

He looked at you tenderly and lay down next to you. You snuggled into his chest almost immediately, trying to absorb his body heat.

"Wow... you're affectionate today, huh?" he joked, wrapping his arms around you in an almost healing hug.

You laughed softly and shrank, feeling protected under him.

"Shut up" you reproached him, in a joking tone.

"We should do this more often" he whispered, enjoying the contact with you.

"Do you like seeing me suffer?" you feigned annoyance, to which he only chuckled softly.

"Let's say I like knowing you need me, baby" he replied flirtatiously.

You sighed and closed your eyes. You felt a bit of relief in Patrick's arms as you thought about what he had said.

You thought that you definitely should cuddle more often. You enjoyed every moment with him, but sometimes you had to admit you took it for granted.

"You know I love you, right?" you said suddenly.

"Yeah, ando I love you more than you could imagine" he replied immediately, looking for your face.

You looked at him with a small pout; he smiled tenderly and kissed you.

A kiss full of love and innocence that lasted only a couple of seconds.

When you parted, you hid back in his arms. Patrick only rested his chin on top of your head and pulled you closer to his body.

The only thing you could hear now was Patrick's heartbeat, beating right next to your ear.You smiled; those heartbeats had become the best melody Patrick could give you.After a while, both of you fell asleep. Enjoying only each other's company.

When you woke up, Patrick was still holding you. The first thing you saw was your beloved sleeping peacefully with his mouth slightly open, and you felt your heart melt with tenderness.

Incredibly, the headache had eased considerably, leaving only an echo of the former migraine.

On the other hand, you no longer felt the cold that had made you shiver just a few hours ago.

You didn’t feel completely well, but you had definitely improved.

You watched Patrick for a few seconds, enjoying the tranquility he emanated. He was breathing softly, and you could hear a very delicate snore.

You tried to move a little, trying not to wake him, but almost as if he was aware of you even while asleep, he opened his eyes.

He blinked quickly, trying to get his eyes used to the light in the room.

“Hi, beautiful” he smiled at you with a slightly hoarse and sleepy voice. “How are you feeling?”.

“Much better” you returned the smile. “Thank you for taking care of me, you’ve worked magic on me”.

Patrick sighed with relief and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“It’s been my pleasure, though it seems you still have a bit of a fever” he said, stretching to reach his cell phone on the nightstand.

It was four in the afternoon. He opened his eyes in surprise to see that they had slept almost eight more hours since the morning.

“Do you want to eat something and maybe watch a movie?” he proposed, looking at you with curiosity.

“Sounds like a great idea” you said, trying to get out of bed.

Patrick gently took you by the shoulders, laying you back in the same place you had been a few moments ago.

“I'll take care of it” he said as he kissed the back of your hand. “You deserve to be treated like a princess, just wait a moment”.

You let out a nervous giggle and agreed, not very convinced. You felt better, but you knew nothing would stop Patrick from being so attentive, especially with you being sick.

He was always like that. He treated you like a queen.

He went to the kitchen and returned after about half an hour. Now the tray that once carried tea and toast, was filled with two ham sandwiches, some crackers with cheese, a small bowl of popcorn, and two freshly squeezed juices.

He placed it on the bed and returned to his previous position, right next to you.

“You outdid yourself with this” you laughed as you took a bite of the sandwich.

“Everything is too little for you, you know?” he replied looking at you. “I love you, you are the sunshine of my life”.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at that sticky and unexpected comment.

“I love you too, you're my hero, you make me feel better just by being here with me” you smiled at him.

He lunged at you, leaving kisses all over your face, finally focusing on your lips, where he stayed for a long time.

“Stop it” you laughed between short kisses. “You’ll get sick too”.

Patrick moved only a few millimeters away from you, bumping noses. “If that means more time by your side, I'm willing to take the risk”.

You laughed again, seeing how Patrick enjoyed making you blush.

Still beside you, he turned on the TV and put on a random comedy movie.

Both of you settled in, him wrapping an arm around you while you rested your head on his shoulder. The movie started, and although you weren't fully focused on it, you felt calm and happy. Patrick's laughter resonated next to you, and you found yourself more focused on him than on the screen.

Halfway through the movie, Patrick glanced at you and saw you struggling to stay awake.

Although you felt better, your body was still weak.

“You should sleep a little longer, you need it”.

“I don’t want to sleep anymore” you protested almost like a little girl. “I want to enjoy this time with you”.

He smiled, feeling a strong urge to hug and kiss you at that moment. “I love hearing that, honey. But let's make a deal, okay? If you sleep and feel better… tomorrow we’ll go for a walk together… it’s been a while since we went out”.

You looked at him for a few seconds, but finally agreed; it was a good deal. Patrick was very good at negotiating. Then you thought Patrick was good at many things.

Without saying anything else, you snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes, letting his warmth and voice lull you to sleep.

The last thing you were aware of was Patrick kissing your head softly. It took almost no time for you to fall asleep like a baby again.

Patrick turned off the TV once he noticed you had fallen asleep again. He stayed a little longer by your side, watching your calm breathing and just admiring you.

As the afternoon turned into night, Patrick covered you with another blanket and decided to let you rest. He got up carefully, making sure not to wake you, although he immediately noticed you were in a very deep sleep.

Before leaving the room, he whispered: "Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you, hope you wake up feeling better."

He left the room, turning off the light and leaving the door slightly open so you could call him if you needed him.

[burnforyou]

FRAT PRESIDENT - LUIGI MANGIONE x READER

!SUMMARY! frat sweetheart gets with the frat president: Luigi. he interrupts/catches you masterbating. also im aware frat sweethearts usually don't live in the house but I don't care this is my fanfiction. (I honestly don't know how frats/sororities work). enjoy!

based off of this ask and these photos

!WARNINGS! alcohol, smut!!!!!, female masterbation, he's creepy kinda (as he always is in my fics, its a reoccurring theme), choking, a lot of force, overstim, rough + raw.

you knew once your frat president, Luigi Mangione, took his shirt off at the party, you were going to have a long night.

not in the way you might think, where you have to take care of him because he's too drunk.

no, that's his problem.

more in a way where you have to take care of yourself, privately.

you stumble up the stairs to your bedroom, your last cup threatening to come back up. you fall back onto your bed and close your eyes, tuning out the party and the rest of the world.

being a frat sweetheart is not as easy as it looks, you truly take care and love all of the boys like they're your actual brothers. and once again, it's not what you think it is.

well, there's one boy you love a little bit more than like a brother. Luigi Mangione, the fraternity president.

oh, Luigi!

you tilt your head back and press your thighs together just at the mere thought of him. you close your eyes and imagine him, his body burned into the back of your eyelids by now.

watching him take his shirt off with Jake and Ryan, he made them look so small compared to him. his back muscles rippled as he jokingly stretched, prepping to shotgun a can of beer. you bit your lip, gluttony taking over you.

you knew you were going to have a long night of fucking yourself, wishing it was Luigi, wishing he would hear you through the thin walls of your frat house and barge into your room to force himself on you.

Jake tossed him a can and he caught it with one hand, his long fingers completely wrapping around the can. you had to lean back on the fence to prevent yourself from falling over on the beer pong table. the people playing paid no attention to you gaping at Luigi from afar.

time seemed to slow down, like you were watching an old porn film from the 80s.

he punched a hole in his can with a key, tilted his head back, flicked the tab open, and began sucking the drink down. your whole body flushed and you relished in the sight.

you nearly moaned watching him swallow over and over, the drink running down his throat, as well as his bare upper body. the beer streamed down his chest and you wished you could get on your knees and lick it all off him.

you had to press your thighs together, your panties shamefully wetter than ever. they were practically sopping by the time you got up to your room.

you don't even bother taking your clothes off, you just pull your ruined panties to the side and plunge your fingers inside of yourself, gasping at the intrusion.

with your eyes closed, you're able to pretend luigi's fingers are deep inside of you, stretching you out, preparing you to take his cock. you moan out into your empty bedroom.

then you remember a little present that's sitting in the bottom of your underwear drawer: your vibrator. you hop up, dig through your drawer and smile at the sight of your loyal, small pink vibrator. how could you forget about her?

you hop back into bed and actually settle in this time: abandon your dress on the floor and hide under the safety of your blankets. you press the small "on" button and hold the buzzing vibrator onto your clit. your back arches, your hips rock and a moan slips out of you uncontrollably.

your mind flickers with images of Luigi, one sticking out more than the others: him rocking his hips into your for the first time and his jaw dropping at the sensation of your pussy gripping onto him.

you slip one finger in your hole, then another, and eagerly fuck yourself with a hunger so deep, a longing, a horrible desire for Luigi Mangione.

it feels like you're moaning right to his face, begging him to make love to you.

on the other side of the wall, Luigi has his ear pressed against the thin thing you called a wall. he gasps when your vibrator begins buzzing, the tent in his shorts growing even more.

it's so erotic, filthy, almost creepy, what's happening now. you fingering yourself, imagining him, yearning for him. him on the other side of the wall, listening to your moans and your pussy squelching around your fingers.

"oh, Luigi," you moan, louder than before, "fuck me, please!"

when he hears you moan his name, he loses all self control completely and furiously enters your bedroom. but you don't notice him.

and there you were, pleasuring yourself in front of him like a divine entity. your mouth stayed open, trembling and letting out small whimpers every time you grinded on your fingers.

your fingers, your soft hands, so small compared to his.

just wait until my fingers are inside of you.

he carefully locks the door behind him with a click. the small sound has your eyes flying open.

"luigi!" you shout in surprise, holding your covers over your chest to protect what little dignity you have left. you fumble your still-buzzing vibrator and to your demise, it rolls down off your bed and onto the floor.

he looks between the vibrator and you. your heart beats so intensely you fear he could hear it from across the room. you grip onto your bed sheets for dear life and regret all of your life choices.

unfortunately for you, your small pink magic wand rolls across the floor, right to luigi's feet. he picks it up and presses the "on" button, filling the room with a deep silence for the first time.

he stalks up to your bed agonizingly slow. his eyes ares are full of a dark emotion, which you can't tell if its desire, or anger. or both?

"what do we have here?" he smirks, holding the toy out with his thumb and pointer finger. you try and reach for it, but he's faster than you are. he swerves his arm backwards when you lunge at him, lucky enough to catch a glimpse of your nipple that you accidentally flashed. even more blood rushes to his already aching cock.

"what are you wearing?"

you hesitate, knowing you're completely bare besides your thin panties you've pulled to the side.

"come on, show me." he nods to you, reaching down to palm his cock with his empty hand.

you look up into his eyes, the look on his face sending a shiver over your whole body.

you hesitantly pull the covers off your body, revealing your chest first.

"fuck," he groans, licking his lips and continuing to touch himself, "keep going baby."

you push the sheet off the rest of your body, revealing your bare skin to him for the first time. your skin burns under his heated gaze.

"god, you're so beautiful," he mutters. he shakes his head in disbelief. his eyes run all over your body and you press your thighs together.

he crawls onto your bed, his weight on the mattress making you slide towards him slightly. his broad shoulders cast a shadow over you.

he grabs the side of your neck and forces your lips on his roughly. you had no choice but to kiss him back, moaning into his animalistic kiss. you grasp onto his collared shirt and pull him down on you, his weight crashing onto your body.

he comes up from the kiss, you two heavy breathing in unison. your eyes flutter open and your met with his built arms caged around your head. before you can look into his eyes he's ducking into your neck and kissing down the side, where his hand once was. his scruff slightly scratched your soft skin.

"you smell so good," he whispered into your neck, making you whimper softly.

he drags his hand down your silhouette, lightly grazing the side of your tit before resting on your hip, right on your waistband. he hooked his finger around the thin fabric and attempted to pull them down with your help.

he drags his tongue up your neck, nibbling on your earlobe.

"I heard you, touching yourself for me." he murmurs into your ear, "you wanted me to fuck you, hm?"

"please," you whimper softly, grasping onto his wide back.

"you wanted me to make you feel good, I'm here now," he slides his hand down to your bare, already sensitive pussy, "you're already so wet f'me."

your whole body shudders against him. he kisses you soothingly, your whimpers lost in his lips. he slides his fingers through your folds, getting them soaked in your cream. his digits teased your hole and you grasp onto his curls, pushing him down on you harder.

"please, lu," you cry into his kiss. he finally slips 2 fingers into you, his thumb stretching to press onto your clit. your back arches against him and your nipples rub against his shirt.

he breaks the kiss first and presses his forehead against yours, his eyes full of greed.

"you're so pretty," he groaned as your pussy gripped his fingers, creating a satisfying wet noise as he intruded in you. you grinded against his digits, allowing him to feel you completely.

he curled his fingers and pressed on your clit just right and whispered "cum for me."

his name fell from your lips in a moan as your orgasm washed over you. he reveled in the sight of your orgasm, your head tilted back on your pillows and thighs shaking around him. he continues fucking his fingers into your pulsing pussy, his forearm straining.

"mmm, lui," you struggle to get out, head whipping from side to side as he overstimulates you. you try and push him off you but he's much stronger than you are.

he ends up pressing his hand to your throat, cutting off your airflow, just like you wanted him to. he presses his long fingers into your sensitive skin, making sure to leave markings. you grasp onto his wrist and desperately buck against him.

"you think you're ready now?" he hissed. you try and speak but nothing comes out. you nod desperately.

he removes his hands from you and you whine at the loss of warmth, but enjoy the sight of him stripping in front of you. he sits back and takes his shirt off, revealing his chest to you again. you bite your lip at the sight, admiring the body you know he worked to have. each one of his abs were shaped so perfectly they almost looked fake. his v-line, so defined its almost edging you. his happy trail runs from his belly button to below his waistline and you wish you could feel it on your forehead as he uses your face.

"you like what you see?" he laughs at you below him.

"and what if I do?" you shrug, reluctantly tearing your eyes off his abs.

he does the same thing to you, tearing his shorts and boxers off in one go so he can finally stroke himself. he runs his thumb over his tip, already wet with pre-cum, and his eyes run down your body. he cant believe this is real, he cant believe you're really bare in front of him, begging for him to have you.

he begins stroking himself, using his pre-cum as a lubricant, his hungry eyes locking onto your breasts, rising and falling with every breath you took.

his heavy eyes fell to your hips, the ones he'd been dreaming of holding. occasionally he'd use your hips to guide you, hold you for a photo, or just slipping past you in the house, and those small touches would have him gooning later.

you have no choice but to watch as he agonizingly strokes himself in front of you. tired of waiting for him, you push yourself up and grasp the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss you. your hand came between you two and wrapped around his thick cock. your mouth watered with a need to taste him.

"shit," he groaned, breaking the kiss, "I don't have a condom."

"I don't either, it's fine, I'm clean." you assure him, kissing him again.

"I haven't been with anyone since you moved in," he murmurs through the kiss. you pump kiss cock faster, feeling his veins pulsing.

"lay back, I need you," he groans deeply. you reluctantly let go of his cock and settle back onto the pillows. he follows you, pressing his weight onto you again, your bare chests touching.

he grinds his cock through your slick folds, shuddering at the feeling. he presses his forehead onto yours and grabs the back of your head with one of his hands.

he reaches down and aligns his raw tip with your dripping hole, advancing into you finally. his jaw fell open at the feeling of your pussy gripping him.

"lu, mm," you whimpered, your mind going blank. he bottomed out and kissed your lips feverishly. the sensation of him fully in you was so overwhelming you couldn't do anything but lay there and take him. he raised his hips and slammed them back into yours, making you both moan.

"you feel so fucking good," he grunted through gritted teeth, his pace picking up. he looked down at your pussy taking him, watching his cock (which now had a ring of your arousal around the base) go in and out of you smoothly.

"god," he looked up at you and smiled, his perfect white teeth glistening. "you're amazing."

you wrapped your legs around his waist and forced him into you deeper, laying back in pure ecstasy.

the sound of his skin slapping on yours and the bed frame creaking filled the room.

it almost prevented you from hearing him sneakily turn on your vibrator.

while your eyes were closed, intoxicated on his dick, he pressed your vibrating toy onto your sensitive clit.

"oh my god," you nearly screamed, your back arching into him. he pressed you down flat again, still pounding into you while pinning the vibrator onto you.

you tried to force your legs shut but he grabbed your thighs, ferally forcing them back down on the mattress.

"It's too much," you moaned, trying to get away from him. you pushed on his lower stomach, trying to push him away. (you shamefully enjoyed the feeling of his hard abs rippling under your hand).

"you can take it," he kept on spreading you open, ruthlessly tormenting your pussy with his cock and now your toy.

"please, Luigi," you shouted, your voice mixed with pain and pleasure, "I can't do it."

he ignores your protests and blocks your throat with his hand again, successfully shutting you up and making you take it.

"that's it, pretty girl, you can do it." he leaned down to leave a peck on your forehead, but came back up quick to keep looking at you.

he thought you looked so gorgeous like this. it was electrifying, finally getting to have you. and to make you feel so good.

you resort to scratching your fingernails into his back, leaving your marks with every hard thrust.

he feels your walls clamp around him harder, his cock pulsing.

"you gonna cum again?" he asks you, knowing you cant say anything. he fucks into you impossibly harder than before, his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust.

"yeah, do it for me pretty girl, il mio tesoro, cum on my cock," he groans, still pressing the vibrator onto you.

you uncontrollably thrash under him, grasping onto his shoulder with your nails. your second orgasm hit you with much more force than the first, the coil in your stomach coming undone much harder. your vision went dark and you came all over his raw cock. you clamped around him so hard he almost couldn't fit inside of you, your cum overflowing all over the bed and his skin.

somewhere in your high, he turned the vibrator off and stored it away.

when you came down, he finally slipped out of you and fell back on the bed beside you, heavy breathing. sweat dripped down both of your bodies and the sheets was soaked beneath you.

you were too caught up in your own pleasure to notice that he didn't finish.

you finally opened your eyes and were met with him gazing at you, a light smile on his face.

"hey, bella ragazza, how are you?" he whispers.

"I'm better than ever."

"you need some water?" he asks, gently reaching for the water bottle on your nightstand. you nod silently. he holds the bottle up to you and you take a small sip.

"you probably need this more than me, you did all the work." you smile lazily. he shakes his head and smiles.

"I'm sure your throat is sore, drink."

you giggle.

"did you like that, by the way," he asks shyly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I did," you nod, affirming his worries, "maybe a little too much."

"oh, you're freaky." he laughs.

"hmph, only for you."

he takes a swig out of the bottle and your eyes fall down his body, noticing his dick is still hard.

"hey, lu, did you cum?"

"that'll be for another time baby, I have a frat party to attend to," he says, slipping out of your bed.

"you promise?" you hold onto his arm and whimper, desperate for him.

he leans down and kisses your forehead. "I promise. go to sleep now, we'll talk in the morning."

as your eyes flicker shut, he puts his once-discarded clothes back on. he grabs your panties and vibrator, shoving them into his pocket.

later that night, you felt the bed dip and a body pull your back against them. you tried to fight it, but their strong arms held you against them.

"shhh, its just me, go back to sleep." Luigi whispered against your hair.

MASTERLIST - PREV WORK

part 2 incoming where the rest of the frat brothers plan them a frat wedding and he Monica Lewinsky's all on my gown! or another part where he buys you a remote controlled vibrator and makes you wear it at another frat party??????? omg I am meaningless mush.

anyways I'm so emo bc we're not gonna see Luigi until January or February :( I hope he's okay :((((

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[moonlightspencie]

darling, i fancy you

Description: James Potter is in his second year of university. He's with his friends, having the time of his life! His only problem... a horrible, evil, beautiful, wonderful girl who doesn't seem to return the feelings he's developing for her. His dramatics and flirtatious antics usually work. He just can't quite figure out how to hook this girl.

Pairing: James Potter x fem!Reader

Warnings: drinking, idiots to lovers, reader is described as american in one line because what is fanfiction if not a bit of self-service on occasion

Word Count: 8.2k

Coming into his second year of university was supposed to be fun. He was no longer jittery or nervous about classes since he’d already been there and done that for a full year. Besides, he was James Potter. Of course he had gotten down the routines like they were nothing to him. It was easy as pie. Now, as he brimming with confidence, he was looking forward to seeing old friends, and meeting new ones. It seemed bright and exciting: and it was, so far! 

Until his second day.

James walked into his final Thursday afternoon class and sat in a seat near the front. He might enjoy goofing off here and there, but he’d be damned if he was going to do any less than stellar in his classes. The class filled fairly quickly, seats being taken all around him. He barely noticed when a girl sat in the seat next to him as he pulled out a notebook and a pen. Until he turned with a small smile that melted off his face as quickly as it arrived. 

“Great,” he grumbled under his breath. 

She looked in the direction of the utterance curiously, blissfully unaware that one of the last few open seats, and the one she just had to choose, was right next to James Potter. 

“Perfect,” she muttered bitterly, shaking her head. “I suppose you’re going to try to get me to convince my roommate to fall in love with you again, yeah?”

“Not after last time.”

She scoffed a laugh. “Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because you’re selfish and don’t care about the happiness and general wellbeing of others.”

“Right. As if your happiness should be my number one priority,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

James turned his head to her abruptly, feeling quite put off that she’d say such a thing. Him, insufferable? He thought it might do her some good to do a bit of self reflection, and had told her as much last year. It didn’t do any good, obviously, considering she was still just as irritating as ever. 

“She’s dating someone anyway. So you’re out of luck,” she said, seeming quite pleased with herself. 

James was annoyed again. “Dating someone? Great. That could’ve been me if you weren’t so horrible, and now I’ve got to wait until they inevitably break up to—”

“She’s dating a girl, so good luck with that plan of yours, Potter.”

James blinked in surprise. He supposed he never exactly saw Lily with a boy before. But… But he liked her so she couldn’t possibly be interested in girls. What a silly notion, he thought. 

“You’re sure?”

She stared at him for a moment. “Uh… yeah. Pretty sure.”

James hummed in thought. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know until summer,” she shrugged. “She came out to me shortly before she told me she’d been asked out by her current girlfriend.”

“How odd.”

“Excuse me?” she asked, looking at him with a bewildered expression. 

His eyes widened. “No! Not like that. I just… I didn’t realize. I just assumed—”

“Careful how you phrase things, maybe,” she said, looking at him a little suspiciously. 

He nodded quickly. “Right.”

He fell silent for a moment. A few blissful seconds that she basked in. Until he opened his mouth again.

“I just…” he said, then sighed. He thought for a couple seconds. “I don’t think I’ve ever not been able to win someone over before. And this seems pretty bleak for me, doesn’t it?” 

She snorted a laugh, nodding. “Yeah. More than bleak, I’d say.”

James smiled a little, then internally scolded himself. There was no reason to laugh at a joke a girl like her made. How terrible. He was better than that. He straightened in his seat, determined to ignore her now that he really had no use for her with his precious Lily too far out of reach for even him to pull in, all things considered. He pouted for a bit, feeling terribly sorry for himself as the class started. He took his notes, of course, but not without sighing every five minutes or so. 

“Can you cut that out?” 

James looked offended again, glancing at the girl. 

“Cut what out?” he whispered back. 

“The constant sighing. It’s irritating.”

“I’m upset.”

She rolled her eyes, going back to taking notes. He fell silent, but only for a few seconds. 

“You try finding out the girl you’re in love with is gay.”

“For me, that would actually work out.”

James rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Get over it,” she said after a beat. 

He glared at her, then went back to his notes. Again, really only for a few seconds. 

“Wait. Are you gay, too?”

“So what if I am? That’s not really your business, is it?” 

“I— Maybe not. But I’m curious,” James said, looking at her. 

“Stop talking.”

“I just wanna know.”

“You sound like a child,” she sighed, exasperated. “You’re distracting me.”

James gave her one more sour look before turning back to his notes. He was feeling quite annoyed now. Maybe it wasn’t necessarily ‘his business’ what her sexuality was, but he couldn’t help but be curious. Why was that his fault? He couldn’t quite figure it out. He waited until the class ended this time to turn to her again. 

“I don’t mean to intrude—”

“I’m sure you will, though,” she stated. 

James sighed. “You’re so difficult. I’m only curious. I don’t mean anything by it.”

She huffed a breath, then looked at him straight on. He raised his brows in question, hoping she might answer if he tried looking innocent enough. She shook her head. 

“It’s a bit of a rude question, you know?”

“How?” he asked, feeling a little offended. 

“It’s personal.”

“Well I—“ James started to argue, though his voice died. His eye twitched slightly as he thought about it for a few seconds. “Okay. I guess… I guess that makes sense. I just thought it was, like, knowing your hair color or something like that.”

“Personally, it’s something I usually only discuss with my friends. Not with a strange boy who I’ve only spoken to when he decided he liked my roommate.”

“That’s mean.”

“We aren’t friends.”

“It’s still mean,” James said, standing up with his bag. 

She did the same. 

“It’s honest.”

James pouted a little. “I’m only trying to make conversation.”

She looked at him for a moment, and he looked right back, his hand on the strap of his bag. He quirked a brow when she was silent for a second. 

“I’ll see you around,” she said at last, not unkindly, but definitely not in a friendly manner. 

Of course, James had to relay this ridiculous interaction to his roommates when he got back to his flat. He sprawled out on the couch, his hand flipping off the side to touch the floor and his cheek pressed against the cushions. 

“She’s evil. There’s something in her that isn’t right. I’m sure of it.”

Sirius furrowed his brow. He’d been hearing about James’s plights with this woman since last year. It always seemed that his buttons got pushed so easily by her, and Sirius couldn’t help but wonder how on earth James kept getting himself into these situations

He sighed softly, leaning back into the armchair to the left of James, a hand running through his long, dark hair before settling over his face.

 “You’ve been dramatic plenty of times before, Prongs, but this might be a new height you’ve climbed to,” Sirius said, his voice slightly muffled through his hand. 

“Mm. Not quite evil to keep that sort of thing to yourself. I don’t run around campus advertising that I’m queer,” Remus added, walking into the living room with a cup of tea. 

Remus settled on the ground near Sirius’s chair, leaning his back into the arm of it as he stretched his long legs out. He did plan on doing so on the couch, but it seemed that James had beaten him to it with his dramatics. 

“That’s not what I mean,” James groans. “It’s how she acted. I don’t care if she keeps that to herself, but she didn’t have to be so mean to me. It’s like she delights in making me feel stupid.”

Peter laughed from the chair across the way from Sirius’s. “It’s not always hard to do.”

James scowled at the boy, but before he could say something back, Sirius sighed loudly. 

“James. Just back off of the girl.”

James turned to Sirius. “What do you mean?”

“If you ignore her, she’ll ignore you.”

“How do you know?”

“Because she probably finds you just as irritating as you find her,” Remus says pointedly. 

“You guys are supposed to be on my side,” James says.

His friends all exchange a look, then stare back at him. 

Sirius leans forward on his chair to come to eye-level with James. 

“James. You are like a brother to me. I love you dearly. But leave the poor girl alone before she hits you.”

James buried his face in the couch cushion and groaned loudly in protest. Maybe they were right, but he didn’t have to like it. He knew he was being dramatic and probably a bit annoying, but he couldn’t help it. He hadn’t met someone who got under his skin so easily in a long time, and he didn’t like it. After a few minutes, he lifted his head, looking at his friends. He didn’t like to upset them, and he was afraid if he kept this up, that he might do just that. 

“You guys want to go get dinner on me?” he offered. 

They smiled, Sirius in particular shaking his head at his friend in amusement. James felt a little better then as he scrambled off the couch. 

James’s first encounter with the girl of his dreams, who he begrudgingly accepted no longer could be, happened a few days later. He walked into a café just off of campus to get a little fuel for his first essay of the semester when he saw a familiar head of red hair. His first instinct, of course, was to rush her with a smile and that classic Potter-charm of his… but then he deflated. 

There she was: the wretched girl who had stolen his dear Lily from him. He looked sour for a moment, then sighed, shrugging it off internally. He supposed that he couldn’t really be mad since he wasn’t also a girl, so Lily wouldn’t like him no matter what. 

But if he was, he was determined he’d be very upset about the whole ordeal. 

He sat down at a table across the small coffee shop, inadvertently staring at Lily and her girlfriend. He had to admit: the girl she was dating was very pretty. And they did seem happy together. But it was still a little bit annoying. He hardly paid attention to someone approaching with his drink until he heard an unfortunately-familiar voice. 

“I would tell you that a picture would last longer, but I don’t think I can condone borderline-stalking my roommate,” the girl said, setting his latte down in front of him. 

He looked up at her in a bit of surprise. She just seemed to pop up everywhere. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked. 

She looked down at her apron, then back at him with a puzzled expression. 

“I— I work here?” she stated, shaking her head a bit. “Thought you may have gathered that from me bringing you your drink and wearing an apron.” 

He deadpanned, unamused. “I just didn’t expect to see you here is all. It’s like you’re everywhere.”

“It’s been like a week and half and we’ve seen each other twice,” she said, huffing a breath at his dramatics. “Anyway. Is there anything else you need, besides maybe a magazine or a blindfold?”

“Why would I need those?” he asked, immediately annoyed. 

She pointedly looked at Lily and her girlfriend, then back at James. He made a face of realization, then chuckled a little despite his better judgment. 

“Oh. No. I’ll stop staring, I’m just…”

She paused waiting for him to finish, but it didn’t seem like he was going to. She nodded slowly after a beat.

“Well… it’s been a pleasure as always.”

James nodded, but then he leaned forward to grab her wrist. “Wait.”

She turned around, giving him a look that told him to let go immediately. 

“Sorry,” he said quickly, dropping her wrist. “Just wanted to ask if you got that western civilization assignment done for tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow? Tomorrow is Tuesday.”

He raised a brow. “Yeah. It’s a Tuesday-Thursday class.”

She paused, looking a little lost. “What?”

“It’s on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. The assignment is supposed to be done for tomorrow’s class.”

“You’re joking.”

James shook his head. “No. Why would I be?”

“Shit,” she sighed heavily, throwing her head back. “How hard is it to do?”

“Not hard, but it took some time.”

She groaned. “God, I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid. Just forgetful, obviously,” James laughed. 

She did not look amused. “Right. Well… Fuck. Thanks for the heads up, then.”

James looked quite pleased with himself. He actually got a ‘thank you’ out of her. He nodded quickly. 

“What would you do without me?” he smirked.

She glanced at him, looking somehow even more unimpressed. James didn’t like that look. 

“I’d have missed one class. Don’t give yourself too much credit.”

James watched her walk off, feeling annoyed once again. It’s like she couldn’t help but ruin his mood every time they talked. He sipped his latte, and suddenly felt more irritated: this might have been one of the best latte’s he’d ever had, and she just had to work there. Great. 

He kept his eyes on the girl as she walked back behind the counter, getting started on whatever task came next for her. She seemed to be making some kind of drink. He watched her as she flitted around back there easily, taking note of the way she’d occasionally scrunch her nose in a weak attempt to adjust her glasses as her hands were full. He took in every detail of her outfit that he could see from the other side of the counter: a simple black t-shirt and jeans that looked annoyingly good on her. Like it wasn’t enough to be irritating all the time, she had to be pretty, too. How was he supposed to just ignore her completely? He scoffed to himself at Sirius’s stupid advice as he sipped at his drink again.

That same thought snuck into his head as she walked into class the next day, dropping into that same seat right next to him. He took note of her slightly messy hair, and the crewneck sweatshirt that hung on her a little loosely. He looked at her nails as she pulled out her laptop, smiling a little at the baby blue that was painted on them. He liked blue quite a lot. He was in the middle of looking at the minimal makeup on her face, especially the gloss on her lips, when she just had to interrupt him.

“What are you doing?” she asked, looking at him as if he’d grown a second head.

“None of your business,” he replied quite defensively.

“You’re staring at me. It feels like my business, Potter.”

He rolled his eyes. Why did she always have to be so difficult? It’s like she had fun making him feel like an idiot.

“I wasn’t staring. I was observing.”

She sighed, softly, shaking her head as she went back about her business, logging into her laptop. He tried really hard to remember what Sirius had told him and just ignore her as well as he could, but it wasn’t exactly his fault that she had a photo of herself and some guy on her computer.

“I thought you were gay?” he said curiously.

She turned her head to him slowly, and if he thought she looked at him like he was stupid before, it was nothing compared to how she looked now.

“What?” 

“I thought you said you were gay,” he clarified, though it made nothing clearer for her. He pointed at her laptop background, “but, there’s a boy with you on your computer.”

“I never said I was gay. I said it wasn’t your business if I was or not.”

“But you must not be if you have a boyfriend.”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “That’s my brother, nosey. And I’m not gay.”

“Thought you said that wasn’t my business?”

“I’m going to slap you.”

“That’s what Sirius said,” James replied, though it was mostly to himself.

She snorted once. “Your friends are telling you you’re gonna get hit by someone?”

“By you,” he corrected.

Now, this piqued her interest. She looked at him curiously.

“Your friends tell you that I am going to slap you? Why?”

“I told them we don’t really get along. Sirius thinks I should just ignore you.”

“You’re doing a shit job of it,” she laughed a little.

He wanted to be annoyed, but he couldn’t help but smile a bit back at her. She had a nice laugh. He thought to himself that maybe he’d like to hear it more. It would certainly be better than the grating sound of her always being annoyed with him.

“Can’t help it if I’m curious.”

“You can help if you’re peering over my shoulder at my personal laptop.”

“I’d hardly call it peering. Plus you have a large screen, it’s easy to see.”

She cracked another small smile against her better judgment, and decided on ignoring him the rest of the class. It didn’t work. At all.

“So…” James started up when the professor decided on padding the rest of the class time with an ‘opportunity’ to get a headstart on the next assignment. “Did you end up finishing that assignment that was due today.”

“Clearly.”

James furrowed his brow. “Huh? How is that clear?”

“I’m a mess. I look like I just rolled out of bed, because I practically did in order to finish the assignment today before the rest of my classes. I haven’t even been in my apartment since like eight this morning.”

James still looked on in a bit of confusion, glancing over at her again, taking in her appearance. Sure, she wasn’t extremely put together, but she still looked pretty. James, ever the one to speak exactly what’s on his mind, decided on telling her that.

“I think you look really pretty today.”

She swallowed once, looking at him in a moment of mild shock. She usually wasn’t one to clam up around anyone, but she certainly was now, and James took notice.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything…”

“No. No, it isn’t that. I just…” she trailed off, then shook her head. “Nevermind. Just… work on your assignment. It’s what we’re meant to be doing anyways.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry,” James nodded, feeling a little bad now that he’d apparently made her uncomfortable.

Though, as much as it was a sense of discomfort that she felt at his compliment, there was also much more to it. Not that she would ever tell him that. No, it was much worse than the normal annoyance she felt for the boy when he looked her up and down and gave her that sweet smile. It was terrible and evil and made her face a bit warm. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, his cheek smushed in his hand nearly making her smile being all the more evidence: she was developing a crush on James Potter.

James was in the process of waking up on a cold Saturday morning in early October. Usually he’d be able to pull himself out of bed somewhat easily, only really needing a good shower to get his blood pumping for the day ahead. The ‘process’ part came into play as a rare, true hangover made him feel both dizzy and like a rock stuck in bed. 

He wasn’t a stranger to a late night of drinking with his friends, or a party here and there while he was at school. Even in his highschool days, he would sometimes sneak out from under his parents’ watchful eyes with Sirius to go live it up for a night. But it rarely resulted in an actual hangover. Sometimes a headache, occasionally he’d throw up before bed, but this? This was hell on earth. He was convinced. It certainly didn’t help that he hardly remembered past drink number seven the night prior. He decided on not letting the frat boys fill his cup anymore.

After an hour of laying in bed, he finally decided that it might be time to at least try to join the world of the living. He rolled off of his mattress, shuffling into the bathroom to take a cool shower. He effectively did as much, only having to bend over the toilet bowl to empty his stomach twice! He was quite proud of himself for that, considering he felt nauseous the entirety of the shower. He stumbled back into his room, haphazardly drying off his body and hair before slipping into a sweater, jeans, and a warm coat. He slipped on his boots, grabbed his keys, and walked out the front door. He thought that maybe his favorite cafe would have something to lift his spirits and fill his now-empty stomach. He also thought that maybe a certain girl might be working. That would definitely lift his spirits.

He walked into the cafe around 11am, finding it surprisingly empty for a Saturday afternoon. He had started making a habit of visiting the place probably more often than he needed to. He knew the usual flow at this point.

He frowned when his favorite table was taken, and ended up dropping into a seat near the back by a window after he had ordered. He sat his order number marker on the table, and waited for a familiar face to show. He started to smile when he saw his coffee and a chocolate pastry being set in front of him, but it dropped as he looked up to see a less familiar man. He thanked him anyway, despite the fact that he was quite disappointed. He picked at his pastry, and sipped his drink, letting the carbs and caffeine make him feel a bit like a human being again after such a rough night. He decided to stick around for a while after he finished both, just sitting and thinking. He always liked being alone with his thoughts, but they seemed to flow a little better with the hum of something in the background. A cafe full of people did the trick for the day. After an hour or so of staring out the window, he decided he could use another cup of coffee.

He went to wait to order behind a small line of people, fiddling on his phone until he was finally called up to order next. A smile grew on his face when he saw who was taking orders now.

“Hi!” he said to her cheerily.

“Oh. James. Hi,” she said, a little surprised to see him. “What can I get you?”

“You weren’t here earlier. I got here a little past 11, and some guy brought me my drink.”

“Yeah. I just got in at 12. So… what do you want to drink?”

James ignored her question with another smile. “How long are you working today? Don’t you normally come in earlier?”

“Five hour shift today,” she said with a small sigh. “I just didn’t start early this time.”

“Oh. Well, it’s good you’re here now. I’d have hated to admit that I might have missed you when I saw you in class on Tuesday.”

She fought a smile at that, determined to remain irritated at him.

“Are you going to order? You’re kind of holding up the line.”

“Right!” he exclaimed suddenly, looking up at the menu as if he didn’t get the same thing every time.

“Do you just want your usual?”

James stilled at that. She knew his normal order? He smiled a bit to himself, trying not to seem too delighted at that fact. But he shook his head quickly, even though that’s exactly what he planned on getting.

“What’s your favorite drink?”

“I like the lavender oatmilk latte.”

“Lavender? In coffee?” He made a sour face.

“James,” she said, somewhat shortly as he dawdled. 

“I’ll have one of those, then.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. But if it’s gross, I’m blaming you.”

She smirked a little as she shook her head, typing in the order.

“Alright. It’s in,” she said, nodding to the side for him to get out of the way. 

“But I didn’t pay.”

“It’s on me,” she replied. But, she continued before he could think it was too sweet, “It’ll get you out of the way faster.” 

He nodded, giving her a thanks with a shy smile. He went back to his seat, expecting that same wretched boy to come back out instead of her with his drink. Though it certainly took a long time for him to do so. Just as James was looking over his shoulder to see what was taking so long, he saw that same familiar face coming towards him with a mug of coffee. He smiled up at her as she set down the mug.

“I thought you were on the register.”

“I was.”

“But you just had to come see me, right?”

She scoffed a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Enough out of you. I came to ask about the test on Tuesday.”

“Oh?” he asked, looking down into the coffee she brought. It didn’t look gross, at the very least, but he still wasn’t sure about lavender in his coffee.

“I can’t find my notes from two weeks ago anywhere. Do you think I could borrow yours by any chance?”

“You want to borrow my notes?”

“You can be an idiot sometimes, but you’re not stupid. Unfortunately, you are actually really smart under that…” she gestures vaguely at him. “You know. Your whole vibe.”

“Hey!” he exclaimed, pouting a little.

“It’s a compliment.”

“Still mean. I thought you Americans were supposed to be nice.”

“I think you’re thinking of Canada, but I mean it in a nice way.”

He huffed a small sigh, tilting his head as he looked up at her. She tried not to look at him for too long, sure she’d start grinning for real this time. Why did he have to be so handsome? And so annoying. And ridiculously charming. She merely quirked a brow at his silent tantrum, waiting for him to speak again.

“I guess. You can have my notes, but you have to come get them from me at my apartment.”

“You can’t just email them to me?”

He smiled. “Nope. I take ‘em on paper. You can come get them.”

“It would be easier to take a photo of them.”

“I want my roommates to have to meet the girl who hates me so much anyways. They’ve been dying to properly see you without me having to point you out across campus.”

“You talk about me a lot?” she asks with a little smirk, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Enough,” he smiles at her brightly. “Come on. Just humor me.”

“I don’t have your address,” she argued weakly.

He laughed a bit at that. God, she was adorable when she was being difficult.

“Give me your phone, then.”

“What for?”

“I’m going to put my address in. And my phone number so I don’t always have to try to catch you here or in class when I want to talk to you.”

“Who says I want to talk to you?”

“I think you secretly like me.”

“I think you’re annoying.”

“I think you secretly like me, even though I’m annoying. You’re trying to tell me I’m not a delight to be around?”

She sighed softly, clinging hard onto that small sliver of irritation, even if it didn’t do much good against the boy. She pulled out her phone, unlocking it and handing it over to him. She watched as he typed in all his information, and even took a cheesy little selfie for his contact photo. 

“No, no, no…” she said, trying to take her phone back when he started messaging himself.

He put out his arm with a giddy grin, blocking her from getting the phone back as he continued on his path with the other hand.

“How else was I meant to get your number?” he giggled, hitting send and handing the device back to her. “Just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be the only one with the option to contact me. If you were the only one of us who could text, we’d never get the ball rolling on a proper friendship.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be your friend,” she snorted once, pocketing her phone again. “You’re a nuisance.”

“I’ll see you tonight then, right?” He ignored her poor insult. “To get the notes, I mean.”

She fell quiet for a moment before begrudgingly nodding. “Yeah. I’ll see you then. When will you be home?”

“For you? All day.”

She rolled her eyes again, but she couldn’t help but fight a warmth in her cheeks as she turned to get back to work.

As it turned out, much like she was suspecting, letting James put his number in her phone, and consequently exchanging numbers, was a horrific idea. It seemed that every time she went to check her phone, even if it was the middle of the night, he had something to say. Whether it be an actual message or just a strange meme he found online, he was constantly sending her texts. She was convinced he was testing out a kind of exposure therapy. That maybe, in his head, if he kept bugging her all hours of the day she would learn not to act so annoyed by him. To his merit, he was mostly right. But it helped that she was harboring a secret crush on him to begin with.

James, on the other hand, was getting non-stop reprimands from his friends. Every time he pulled his phone out and started typing, they’d groan in annoyance, knowing exactly who he was trying to talk to.

“Mate, you’ve got to lay off the poor girl,” Remus grumbled softly, his head dropping onto the back of the couch when he clocked James texting her in the middle of a movie night with the boys. 

“I just thought she might think this movie is good. I’m recommending it,” James shrugged a little, still typing away.

“She probably doesn’t care,” Peter said casually.

“Shut up, Pete,” James huffed, setting his phone down. Though he left it up to make sure he’d see exactly when she texted back. “It’s funny. She likes funny stuff.”

“You’ve got it bad, Prongs,” Sirius shook his head as he came back into the living room from his brief excursion to the bathroom. Remus pulled him right back into his lap as he came out, hugging him tightly.

James looked at them, making a disgusted face and groaning. 

“You guys aren’t allowed to talk about me when you’re always clinging onto each other like that.”

“You’re just jealous,” Sirius smirked.

“Maybe I am! I have to watch you two cuddling all the time, all in love. It’s sickening,” James crossed his arms as he looked back at the television. “I shouldn’t have to watch that and hear about how I shouldn’t text a girl I fancy.”

Remus and Sirius shared a look. Remus then set his sights on James with a raised brow.

“So you fancy her now, do you?”

“Shut up.”

“Just saying,” Remus chuckled. “When we started the school year you said she was evil. Now you fancy her.”

“She is evil. She doesn’t like me back,” James sighed dramatically, slumping in his seat. “I don’t get it. Girls loved me in high school. Then all of a sudden we’re at uni, and the first girl I like turns out to be a lesbian and the second one thinks I’m annoying.”

“Poor boy,” Sirius cooed at his dear friend jokingly. “You’ll find one soon. Maybe she just isn’t the one for you.”

“But I want her to be! It isn’t fair. She probably doesn’t like English boys at all. I bet that’s what it is.”

“What?” Remus asked incredulously.

“She’s from the States. I bet she only likes, like… farmers or surfers or something stupid.”

That earned a laugh from his friends, brushing off his dramatics as usual. James merely pouted to himself as he watched the movie until his phone buzzed next to him. He grabbed it like his life depended on it when he saw who the notification was from, smiling like a giddy child as he read the message.

“alright. thanks for the rec, I’ll check it out :)”

He giggled a little to himself. “She sent me a smiley face! You guys think that actually made her smile? I bet it did.”

His friends merely sighed, ignoring him again since he wouldn’t have listened to their response anyways as he typed away.

“Maybe we could watch it together some time! I think my friends would really like you. They didn’t get to know you well enough last time they saw you since it was only a couple of minutes. You should come over!! :)”

He sent the message, but as soon as the excitement calmed down a smidge, he sent another message.

“If you want to, of course. I don’t want to pressure you. But I do want to hang out with you. I think you’ll like me if you decided to stop hating me lol”

“Sorry, that sounded weird”

“I just mean that we could be good friends, I think. You’re funny and cool, and I’m also funny and cool. It’s like we’re made for each other haha!”

“I don’t mean it like that. You know what I mean, yeah?”

“Fuck, mate, you writing a novel over there?” Sirius laughed with wide eyes, looking at the phone in James’s hands.

“I keep fucking up and sending weird stuff,” he groaned. “Trying to do damage control.”

“Not much damage control to do when she already talks to you in person,” Sirius retorts with a smirk.

“Shove off, Pads.”

His phone buzzed again.

“right lol. maybe sometime? do you plan on talking through the whole thing though? you tend to be a motormouth, you know lmao”

He let out a breath of relief, smiling to himself again when he saw that he didn’t screw things too badly.

“I’ll be quiet during all the important parts at least. Promise!”

He waited for a moment, staring at the screen as a little text bubble popped up almost immediately.

“maybe then, yeah. i’ll let you know next time i’m getting too happy with my peace and quiet. or the next time lils and her girlfriend are making out in front of me again”

He laughed softly, ignoring the looks he was getting from the others as he texted the girl. They were all in happy relationships, they certainly were not allowed to judge him for being excited to be speaking to somebody cute.

“Might not be much better with Sirius and Remus here, but misery loves company, right?”

“Those are two of my mates you met when you picked up those notes a while back, btw. In case you forgot their names.”

“They’re dating now.”

He waited patiently, not even paying an ounce of attention to the movie still playing. Besides, if he was going to watch it with her again some time soon, who cares if he missed a bit of it?

“good for them, they’re probably super cute together. but yeah, i’ll text you next time then”

James smiled brightly.

“Great!!! I’m looking forward to it! We can order dinner and everything.”

“But not like a date.”

“Unless you wanted it to be lol. Just kidding. We don’t have to do that.”

“But I’ll still buy dinner so you don’t go hungry.”

He waited again as the speech bottle popped up, and frowned a little when it went away. Then, there was a little heart on the first message he sent about ordering in, which, to him, felt like everything. 

She was surprised with herself when she was all nerves before going to see James and his friends for that promised movie night. Though, she quickly realized that was incredibly silly.

As she got to know James’s friends, she kind of started understanding why he talked so highly of them. She adored them, and thought it was pretty funny that they always seemed a little bit lovingly exasperated with his antics. She couldn’t help but wonder if that’s how she’d start feeling about him, or if that bothersome crush would never fade into a casual friendship.

The answer seemed to come after Sirius and Remus ran off together after dinner, and Peter left to go hang out with his girlfriend. She didn't expect to find herself opening up to the Potter boy so easily about her past, nor for him to become so serious and thoughtful when talking about his own. 

She really didn’t expect for herself to say yes to hanging out with him again. And again. And again.

It’s like he somehow found his way under her skin. She knew he was capable of such a thing from how he was easily able to bug her from their first meeting. It was exasperation at first sight. But the way he charmed his way into her heart was an entirely new kind of annoying. He was all boyish smiles, silly stories, and dramatism… and it was fucking endearing.

But their tipping point came in March. 

Much to her chagrin, they had become close friends. They spent a lot of time together, and not just in the classroom or at work. She’d become friends with his friends, and James had become friends with Lily and Marlene after he finally accepted that Lily really wouldn’t ever like him. Though, realistically, he was pretty much over that the second he realized he had feelings for someone else. That slightly-grumpy, highly caffeinated, lovely, hilarious, complaining, sweet, smart, ridiculously difficult angel of a girl. 

The girl that made him embarrass himself in front of a party full of people.

He stood with Peter and his girlfriend at a table, chatting as they started sipping on freshly made drinks. James was, admittedly, probably a few too many in. But he couldn’t always exercise impeccable self-control, he decided. So, he stood there, staring at the girl from across the room as she danced with Lily’s girlfriend Marlene with a smile on his face.

“You look ridiculous staring at her like that, mate,” Peter said to James, nudging him lightly.

“I don’t know what you mean,” James snorted, pulling his eyes away from her to smirk at his friend. “Besides, I can stare at my girl all I want.”

“Only she isn’t your girl, James,” Peter reminded him.

“I’d like her to be,” James sighed dreamily, turning his head to look at her again. But this time, a frown overtook his face. 

She was now being tapped on the shoulder by some tall, terribly handsome looking guy. James’s stomach lurched a little at the sight. What did this guy think he was doing? 

He looked on for a moment as the two talked, growing more and more frustrated. He knew they weren’t together, but that was still his girl. He knew he had to take immediate action. This couldn’t just slide without consequence. James looked around the room almost frantically, trying to figure it out. How could he get all her attention on him instead of that stupid dude hanging off her shoulder?

Aha!

He pushed his cup into Peter’s hand, ignoring his friend questioning what on earth he was doing. He walked, though it was more of a drunken stumble, to the nearest table, clambering up on top of it. He cleared his throat, looking around as more and more people started looking up at him in confusion. Perfect! An audience.

He called her name over the crowd, looking at her intently until she turned to him with wide eyes, shrugging off the other guy that was still trying to get an arm around her. He smiled brightly, though she looked less than amused, shaking her head a little at him.

“I want everyone in this room, and… and everyone forever, everywhere, to know something. I am so, stupidly, madly…” he stopped as he stumbled a little, his foot slipping off of the table’s edge in front of him. “Shit!”

He crashed to the floor, scraping his hand on something on the table as he tried to stop himself from landing too hard on the ground. He winced, both from the tumble to the ground and the pain in his hand. What the hell was so sharp on that table?

“Ow,” he muttered, not even trying to get up yet, rubbing his head a little as he felt quite dizzy.

“James!”

He squinted up with a small, pained smile as her saccharine voice reached his ears as she came rushing over. He groaned a little when she dropped on her knees in front of him, trying to look at his hand. It was bleeding a little bit.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” she mumbled, but he still noticed the worry in her eyes. It made him feel good.

“I’m drunk.”

“Clearly,” she sighed softly, then stood, reaching for his opposite hand. “Come on. Let’s go get you home.”

“I didn’t finish what I wanted–”

“You need to get to bed. You’re a mess, Jamie.”

He smiled a little more at that little nickname. He loved it when she called him that. He agreed instantly to her at that point. How could he say no?

“Okay. Lead the way, mama.”

“...Don’t call me that.”

“Mm,” he shrugged, letting her help him stand up. He hung off of her, practically using her as a human crutch. “You’re so sweet to me.”

She stayed quiet, trying to bring him out of the room of people either staring or laughing at him. It was a miracle she got him home, but she did after a lengthy battle against the sidewalks and stairs. She sat him on his bed, making him stay put as she went to get disinfectant and a bandage for his hand.

He blinked slowly, looking after her with a dopey smile as she left and returned. She sat in front of him on the bed, taking his hand in hers. He barely whined at all when she cleaned off his hand, muttering something about him being a ‘clumsy, ridiculous cunt’. He thought it was cute how she could take care of him so well while still insulting him for being an absolute idiot. He reasoned that at least he would be her idiot. 

“Sorry, love,” he mumbled when she finished up with his hand. “But you’re awfully good at this stuff. Maybe I got hurt on purpose just so you’d take care of me.”

“No, you didn’t,” she said, practically force-feeding him some water. 

He swallowed. “No, I didn’t. But I could have. I like it like this.”

“You like having your hand all fucked up, and a room full of people laughing at you?”

“I like you sitting with me like this. Giving me alllll your attention,” he giggled. “Besides, you’re really pretty when you’re concentrating. I don’t mind getting hurt if it means you’ll do that silly little thing where your tongue sticks out a bit when you’re focusing.”

“You need to go to sleep,” she said softly, fighting a smile.

“But I didn’t finish what I was gonna say on the table.”

“Too late.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Too bad.”

He whined. “Please? That douchebag who was all over you is gonna go right back to it if you go back to the party.”

“I’m not going back to the party. And what do you even mean? What guy?”

“The one who was on you when I got up on the table,” he pouted.

She quirked a brow. “I don’t even know that guy.”

“That’s worse! He’s gonna steal you away!” James exclaimed. “That isn’t fair. I had you first.”

She swallowed once, looking at him curiously. “What?”

“I don’t like boys looking at you or… or touching you or talking to you or anything. You were mine first. They need to back off,” he said, getting increasingly irritated. “I don’t care if you think I’m annoying or you don’t like me. Doesn’t mean some other boy gets to just… take you.”

“Slow down,” she said, grabbing his arm. “First of all, I do like you, if not evidenced by us becoming friends the past several months. Second… some dude I don’t even know isn’t gonna come along and ‘take me’. That doesn’t even make sense. Besides…”

“It does make sense! You’re so beautiful, and funny, and caring, and really mean but in a way that is super hot…”

“I don’t want to date some random frat boy, James.”

“But they want to date you!”

“Who gives a fuck?”

“I do! I love you! They shouldn’t get to butter you up and take you away from me, it isn’t fair,” he groaned, tossing himself back onto the pillows.

As a result, he didn’t see her mouth drop open at the accidental confession, nor the way her eyes widened as she looked at him. 

“You love me?”

“What?”

“You just said you love me.”

James opens his eyes, though he doesn’t look at her. “...no I didn’t.”

“You’re a shit liar, Jamie. I know what I heard.”

He winced a little. “Well… maybe I do. That’s what I was gonna say on the table, anyway.”

“So you’re brave enough to say it in front of a crowd, but you get scared to admit to it one-on-one?” She snorted a laugh.

“It’s easier to not get rejected right away when we’re around other people. Then at least I could figure out your reaction when you were still far away,” he said meekly, finally looking at her.

“You think I’d reject you?”

“Maybe? You kind of hated me when we first met.”

“And now? Who do I spend every waking moment with, dummy?”

“...me?”

She merely raised her brows, opening her hands in an ‘obviously, dumbass’ kind of gesture. He smiled at her.

“So…?” he asked vaguely.

“So… you love me, huh?”

He merely nodded, looking a little sheepish and still pretty drunk. She was thanking her lucky stars that she was still extremely tipsy as well, or else she probably would’ve passed out from nerves.

“What if I said… like, me too?”

His eyes widened. “You too?”

“Yeah.”

“You love me too? Like, also?”

“Yes, like, also,” she laughed. “I’ve honestly had a crush on you since the second day of classes this year.”

“Really?” He smiled brightly. “Ugh, you’re horrible!”

“What?” she scoffed a laugh.

“You are evil! I’ve been saying it since day one. This whole time I thought I was an idiot for liking you so much, and you had a crush on me?”

“To be fair, I really didn’t want to. You were pretty insufferable,” she chuckled, brushing some of his messy hair out of his face.

“Then what changed for me?”

“Nothing. I just started thinking all of your irritating traits were becoming irritatingly adorable.”

“You think I’m adorable?” He giggled to himself.

“Don’t push your luck, Potter.”

“Don’t call me that. I like it better when you call me Jamie.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Makes me all soft and mushy inside.”

“You’re such a sap,” she sighed softly, leaning down over him to kiss his cheek.

He felt his cheeks heat up quickly at the sweet gesture, and even more when she didn’t pull her face away from his. He looked up at her with a soft smile. How could he not have fallen head over heels?

He leaned up slightly, glancing down at her lips before closing his eyes to let her make the first official move. He hoped she’d make that move. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, and sparks all over his body when he felt her lips meet his for the first time. He smiled into the kiss, unable to stop himself from it.

He kissed her back, though it was admittedly sloppy with the both of them still fairly inebriated, James being even more so. But to him at the very least, it was perfect.

Against his preference, she pulled away. He pouted, as he usually did when he didn’t get as much attention from her as he’d like.

“You have to promise me something,” she said quietly.

His ears perked up. “Anything.”

“We won’t become annoying like Lily and Marls or Sirius and Remus.”

He grinned. “Does that mean you want to date me?”

“God, you’re dense,” she muttered against his lips, kissing him again with no intention of ever stopping.

[princessmisery666]

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Part-time Soulmate

Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.

Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.  

W/C:500

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Prompt: @justagirlinafandomworld 's Unclaimed Love Songs - Cowboys & Angels by Dustin Lynch 

A/N: Lots of other songs helped the muses with this one but mainly Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fallout Boy.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight. Instead, he drove, pedal to the metal, reveling in Baby’s growling engine and waiting for the night to turn off his mind. Passing cars and crowded bars, but not stopping until he pulled up at her door.

Dean had vices, hard liquor, easy women, and a loud throaty engine. But he’d never been an addict. Not until he met her. She made going back to her as easy as breathing. But that was the thing, he needed to breathe, and she was his own brand of oxygen. He’d had a taste, let her in, and she’d consumed him. He struggled to find the high with anyone else. Like the nicotine in a cigarette, she ran through his veins, and he wanted to overdose.

It was late. Too late to be showing up without calling first, but she answered his knock with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She didn’t say his name or ask if he were okay, only widened the door, inviting him in.

He crossed the threshold, slipping his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, drowning in her warmth. Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

Tender kisses placed on his throat from sweet lips dissolved the ache of sore, stiff muscles from the long, breakless drive like sugar in water.

He felt like he’d been on the run his whole life, never wanting commitment, but she caught him by surprise, and before he knew it, he’d lost himself to her. Assuming he’d be alone forever, but damn if she hadn’t made him think he was wrong. It was that kind of adrenaline he couldn’t leave behind.

Her touch always said more than words ever could. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, under his jacket, and pushed it down his arms. ‘Stay a while.’  

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he answered with a pleading request, “Turn down the noise.” But what he meant was ‘make me forget’. 

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

Unfortunately, he knew better. She was sweet, he was wild, and together they were dangerous, so for that reason, he wouldn’t let the secret out - wouldn’t surrender his heart. Tonight he’d exist in the luminous serenity she enveloped him in and pretend he could live there.

Pretend she wasn’t a part-time soulmate and a full-time problem.

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[stumped-on-bennington]

You Know Where We Come From

Summary: You are the younger sister of Patrick Stump, but everyone at school thinks you're a liar. So Patrick and the rest of the band decide to take you on tour with them over the summer to help prove the other kids wrong.

Pairing Sibling!Reader x FOB (Platonic)

Word count: 1896

Requested By: @xx-scene-queen-fangz-xx

School was always rough for you. In middle school, kids picked on you for being edgy and dressing in mostly black. But now in high school, all the popular kids started dressing in band shirts, skinny jeans, and dying their hair, just like how you had started doing when you were 13. The only difference was now they were calling you a poser. You were actually the younger sister of Patrick Stump, but people around school started a weird rumor that you were lying about that and legally had your last name changed. Your brother heard from your parents how stressed you had been and invited you to join them on tour over the summer. 

You were excited that you would finally get the chance to prove everyone at school wrong, but you were more excited to spend time with your brother and his friends. You hadn’t seen Patrick or the rest of the band since they started touring and making it big. They spent a lot of time around the country and the rest of the time in LA, writing and recording new music. 

While you missed your brother very much, you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss Pete the most. Honestly he was your first crush. When the band would come over to your family’s house, you would sit and watch the band practice and you nearly fell head over heels for Pete, with how unapologetically edgy he was. Pete didn't care what other people thought of him and he was always so funny. Of course since then, your crush has dissipated a bit. You realized once you turned 15 that chasing after a man that was more than a decade older than you wasn’t the smartest idea. You still look up to Pete greatly, though, like another older brother.

You got your bags packed and ready for the tour and then got ready for bed. You still had 1 more day of school that you had to go to, and then you would rush home and be picked up by the tour bus. You got through your final classes, turning in your final projects for all your classes and just suffering from anticipation all through the day. When the final bell rang, you bolted from your seat and rushed to the front of the school where your parents were supposed to pick you up, but when you got there you saw that nearly the entire school was crowding around the pick up lane, everyone muttering amongst themselves. 

You stood with everyone else, just as curious at what everyone was looking at. You overheard what the other kids were saying.

“I heard it was Linkin Park.” one kid says.

“No, dude. It has to be All Time Low, they’re playing here tomorrow.” said another.

So it was a big bus. You rolled your eyes. What band would be coming to your school? It was a ridiculous idea…

Wait. 

Just then the crowd started screaming and cheering. Everyone started pushing and you found yourself in the middle of the crowd, closer to the bus, where you could see that the door had opened. The windows had opened as well, with 3 men poking their heads out, where they scanned the crowd. 

“There she is!” You hear a familiar voice say. Just then a large man in a black shirt walked into the crowd, right up to you. 

“Y/N Stumph?” the man asked you.

You let out a sigh, “Yup.” The man then helped to lead you through the crowd of teens, everyone looking at you as he did. As you got closer to the bus you saw your brother standing in the open door with the biggest smile on his face.

“Y/N!” Patrick says as you get closer. You couldn’t help your excitement and immediately jump up, wrapping your arms around him. Patrick hugs you back with a laugh. Everyone in the crowd is silent with shock and awe. You hear muttering from the crowd. A few kids ask who you are and others answer them. You hear a few people say things like “She wasn’t lying.” You ignore the rude comments from the rest of the students and turn your attention back to Patrick.

“I thought you were going to pick me up at the house?” You say.

“We were, but then someone had the great idea of surprising you!” Patrick says, nodding towards Pete, who gives a smile and a wave towards you. “I picked up your bags from mom and dad so we're all ready to hit the road!” 

With a smile, Patrick brings you all the way into the bus. The door closes and the 3 men who had previously had their heads sticking out the windows rush over to you to greet you with warm smiles and hugs. 

“Look at you, all grown up!” Andy says while he hugs you, “At the rate you're growing, you’ll tower over Patrick!”

“Hey, kid! It's been ages!” Joe says as he gives you his hug.

“Well, look at you! Still rocking the edgy look I see.” Pete says as he gives you a hug, He pulls back for a second and points to his black fringe bangs, “Look, we match!” He laughs as he says. 

Patrick shows you to your bunk, where your bags had been placed.  Before you know it the bus starts moving and you see your school start to get smaller as you hit the road. 

You sit with the band, catching up with your brother and the other men. 

“Wait, they really thought you had a name change so you could lie about being related to Patrick?” Joe laughs. 

“Yup, and they thought that I even messed up the spelling on the form and wouldn’t let me change it again and that's why it’s spelt ‘Stumph’.” You say while laughing.

Pete laughs with you, before he stops, “Oh, I almost forgot!” He says while standing up from his seat and walking back to the bunk area. When he comes back he has a plastic shopping bag in his hand. Pete walks over to you and hands you the bag, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Sorry about the bag, I’m not the greatest at wrapping gifts.” Pete says, rubbing the back of his neck. 

As you look into the bag you see a small jewelry gift box on top of a folded red hoodie. You open the box and see a silver bartskull necklace, and on the back it is engraved with “<3 FOB, 2007”. You take the necklace out of the box and immediately put it on. 

“These aren’t set to come out for a couple more months, and I had it specially made with the print on the back so you would have something to remember the tour by.” Pete says, a hint of a blush on his face. 

You pull the hoodie out of the bag. It is a red zip up hoodie with a black Clandestine Inc logo on the front, and on the back it says ‘Fall Out Boy’s First Fan’ in bold letters. You have the biggest smile on your face as you turn back to Pete.

“Thank you, Pete. This is amazing! Thank you!” You say, standing up to give Pete a hug.

“Don’t mention it, Y/N. I just wanted you to have something extra special from the tour.” Pete says. 

“Yeah, Y/N. You’re like a little sister to us, and when Patrick told us about how you’ve been getting problems at school, we wanted to make this summer the best you've ever had.” Joe says, patting your head a little and rustling your hair a bit. 

Just then the bus came to a stop. 

“We must be at the venue. Let's go and get everything set up.” Patrick says, standing up.

You follow the rest of the band off the bus and into the venue. The stage crew is already hard at work bringing in speakers and setting up drums. Patrick finds a safe place for you to sit just off stage while the band gets ready and goes through sound check. 

Before you know it, people start flooding into the venue, rushing up to the barricade. A minute before the show, the band all gather around you and link arms into a huddle. 

“Alright guys, let’s do this. Give the people what they came for, right?” Pete says.

“And don’t forget our special guest.” Patrick says, cueing the other 3 men to affectionately push against and shake you.

“Okay, Fall Out Boy on 3, ready? 1, 2, 3!’ Pete says. 

You and the band shout  “FALL OUT BOY!” in unison, and with that the band leaves you to get on stage.  

You stand from your spot off stage, watching the band perform. You sing along to every song, feeling nostalgic from the days of watching these boys practice in your family's basement. 

Before you know it, the night is late and the set is almost done. But before the last song, Pete takes his mic and speaks to the crowd. 

“Alright, guys. This is our last song for the night, but it’s a special one. We have a very special guest traveling with us on this tour.” Pete says.

“My little sister is here with us tonight. She was at every band practice and knows all our songs. So we dedicate this last song to her!” Patrick says. 

They all start playing. You recognize the song immediately as Grenade Jumper. But when Patrick gets to the bridge, you notice that he has changed the words.

“Hey Y/N, you were our only friend. And I know this is belated, but we love you back!” Patrick sings. 

Your heart swells as the words leave his mouth. They really did want to make this tour special for you. 

As the song finishes out, the band takes a final bow and they rush off stage towards you. Patrick wraps his arms around you and lifts you into the air.

“Wasn’t that amazing! The last song was Andy’s idea!” Patrick says as he puts you down.

“It seemed like an obvious change of lyrics to a song that you’ve watched us play a dozen times in the basement.” Andy says, still trying to catch his breath from the performance. 

You and the rest of the band make your way back to the tour bus and within a few minutes you're on the road again. Once everyone is cleaned up and in fresh clothes you all settle down for the ride. As you drift off to sleep in your bunk, you know this tour is going to be an amazing one. 

Bonus!:

By the time the tour was over, you had been given over a dozen shirts and other gifts the guy had picked up on their off days of the tour. You got to see so many places all across the country and you never got tired of hearing the same songs every night. 

On the bus you even got to help Pete with writing some lyrics he was working on. It was a magical summer.

Now that you were back in school, though, you had a new problem. All the kids that had ignored you and called you a liar now wanted to be your friends. 

[milandsk]

i count your heartbeats before you sleep

Pete Wentz x Reader

angst or fluff, enemies to lovers, reader has a nightmare, hurt/comfort, one bed trope

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Working with Fall Out Boy was supposed to be nothing but easy. Your best friend Patrick knew that that you were, a skilled guitarist so when they needed one - you were the first one to be be called. It you was (supposed) to be great, you knew the guys, you liked them - they liked you. Except for Pete. Pete Wentz. You never liked him but the hatred became a spiral when you had to work together. At first you thought it was jealousy of your skills or your relationship with Patrick, but honestly? With time the reasons were long gone. It was everything.

“You’re rushing.” he muttered loud enough for everyone to hear during one of the practices.

Your fingers stilled at the fretboard. Patrick shot you a warning look but you didn't care.

“I think you're the one who is too slow.” you shot him a tight smile that didn't reach your eyes.

“Oh, really?” Pete narrowed his eyes. “Because from what I remember I'm the one that wrote this song.”

Before he could say more Patrick stepped between you two.

“How about we start from the beginning?” he said more than asked.

You scoffed and Pete rolled his eyes but none of you disagreed.

That was what every practice was like. The only reason you weren't fired was because you were good at playing and Patrick liked you too much. Also Pete was suddenly interested in actually attending rehearsals instead of giving lame excuses. That was supposed to be a good thing if he didn't argue with you all the time instead of playing.

But nothing was as bad as travelling. You weren't spending much time in hotel rooms so you were booked in twos. Thankfully you were always paired with Patrick. But Pete always made it his personal mission to intrude your space.

You were half-laying on a bed, your back against the cushions. Pete was hovering over Patrick who was sitting at the table going over the setlist.

You let out a frustrated sight.

“Can you leave Wentz? I want to take a shower.”

Pete barely turned to look at you.

“And how am I the problem?” he sounded bored. You rolled your eyes finally getting up.

“I don't feel comfortable changing with you in a room.” it was a lie. You just wanted him to leave.

He finally turned around to shoot you a look with raised eyebrows that said “Really?”.

“Not everyone is a whore like you, Wentz.” you went to your suitcase.

Patrick stopped what he was doing and turned around.

“Can you two not?” he asked but Pete just laughed.

“Don’t worry, Trick. I'm taking it as a compliment.” he grinned at you to which you just rolled your eyes.

You took some clothes from your bag before walking past him to the bathroom.

“Aw, without me?” he asked with mock hurt before you slammed the door with too much force.

You heard his muffled laugh from the other room as you undressed and cold water hit your skin. The shower did not relax you completely but it calmed down the thoughts running inside your head. Afterwards you put on your shorts and tight tank top that was way too thin but you didn't care.

You took one last deep breath before opening the door. Patrick just glanced at you before turning back to the papers in front of him.

Pete was staring at you.

Well, not exactly at you but at your tank top. He opened his mouth to say something but he immediately closed it, his mind going blank for a moment. You brushed past him, trying to ignore the heat that suddenly went through your body.

“Fuck.” Patrick said suddenly, earning a questioning glance from you.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

Pete finally stopped eyeing you to also look at him. Patrick just sighed throwing on a jacket.

“I have to pick up something from a studio, I'll be back in an hour.” and with that he was gone before either of you could say more.

“Huh.” Pete said with an amused smirk.

“What ‘huh’?” you asked not hiding annoyance in your voice as you sat on the bed.

He just shrugged, getting closer.

“He should know better than to leave me alone with you.” his voice dropping an octave.

You felt your stomach twist but you tried to keep your voice steady. Instead of answering you asked.

“What's going on with you today?” you tilted your head. “Normally you would argue with me but now you're doing this… whatever it is.”

He stopped only when he was standing in front of the edge of the bed.

“There’’s a lot of ways to piss you off.” he was looking down at you. “And can't a guy have fun?”

“You can't” a grimace went through your face. “and not with me.”

He let out a menacing chuckle before stepping back.

“Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. You couldn't pay me to fuck you.” his back was turned to you as he walked towards the door.

"Thank God." you muttered right before the door closed behind him with a loud thud.

If any of you were ever thankful that you didn't have to share a room - you spoke too soon.

Patrick was tired when he gave you the keys and rubbing his forehead mumbled that if any of you don't like it - they can sleep in the hallway.

So now you were in the room with your bag thrown on the floor, staring at one bed in front of you.

“You sleep on the floor.” you announced grabbing a towel and heading to the bathroom.

“Dream on.” the last thing you saw before closing the door was Pete taking off his shirt and laying on the bed.

The warm water did nothing to melt away your annoyance. When you came out you saw him sprawled on your side. He didn't seem bothered by the fact that he was shirtless. You chose to ignore it against your better judgement.

“You’re seriously sleeping in jeans?” you got closer to the bed, throwing your used towel on the floor.

"No 'hi’, 'how are you?'" he mocked. "You're quick to get in my pants."

You twisted your face in disgust and pushed him with your knee. He let out a scoff but shifted to his side.

“Don't get on my side.” you muttered as you got under the covers.

“Wouldn’t dream about it.”

The silence settled over the room for what felt like an eternity, with only the soft hum of the air conditioning and distant traffic breaking through the heavy stillness. Minutes ticked by slowly, and after shifting around in bed for a long moment you still couldn't find a good position. But the heat of his body was the only thing you could focus on and he wasn't even touching you.

“Stop moving.” he muttered annoyed.

“I can't sleep.”

“Not my problem.” Pete turned his back to you.

You stared at the dark ceiling but eventually closed your eyes, falling into a peaceful dream that didn't last long.

The darkness and shadows seemed too real, too close. When you tried to scream no sound came out. You felt panic rush through you like you were drowning.

“-Wake up.” someone's voice jolted you awake as you practically jumped.

Your eyes flickered over the room. It was still the night. You could see Pete's worried face through the darkness. You barely registered as he helped you sit up. The breaths you tried to take felt shallow like you couldn't get oxygen into your body. You trembled with every breath you tried to take. His warm hand went to steady you on your back.

“It’s okay, it's just a bad dream.” his voice was unexpectedly soft as he rubbed slow circles on your back. You tried to nod when you noticed how damp your cheeks were. You were crying. You were crying in front of Pete Fucking Wentz.

You tried to wipe away your tears. Your unsteady hands painfully rubbed your face with too much force. He quickly grabbed your wrist but his touch was gentle.

“Don’t.” his voice was firm with an underlying softness “You’ll only hurt yourself.”

He tucked away your hair behind your ear to see your face before wiping away your tears with his thumb. His hand lingered around your cheek, gently cupping it. For some reason you melted into his hand like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart.

“I-” you started but you felt a lump in your throat.

He looked at you patiently encouraging you to finish.

“I’m sorry.”

His face softened, his brown eyes seemed so warm.

“Don’t apologize.”

“No. I mean it. I- I shouldn't wake you up. I don't know why I’m crying. I'm sorry.” you felt yourself turning into blabbering mess.

“Hey- hey, stop. It's okay.” his hand caressed your hair.

You felt tears blur vision in your eyes again. He saw that pulling you into hug. Your face hid in a crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you. His warmth made your body relax, the tightness in your shoulders disappeared. You practically melted into him.

For a second you wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Here you were, in bed with shirtless Pete Wentz - a guy that made your life hell, crying over a nightmare.

He felt your tears on his neck but he didn't care. He continued to gently comb through your hair as you calmed down.

“You want to lie down, sweetheart?” he asked, the nickname not feeling foreign on his lips.

You nodded not pulling away. His hand slid to your hips as he shifted. Now you were laying against his side, still hidden in his neck. Your hands were on his warm chest.

“It’s okay, I'm here.”

As you calmed down his hands were still wrapped tightly around you. After few minutes you finally pulled back a little to look up at him. He looked calm as his eyes searched your face for an answer.

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded slightly, just now seeing the way his neck was damp because of you. He noticed it smirking slightly.

“At least I'm not wearing a shirt, right?”

“I hate you.” you said but your voice lacked conviction.

“Sure, you do.”

You tried to hide a small smile that lingered on your lips. His smirk turned into something softer.

“You’re kind of cute, you know that?”

“What?” your voice was weirdly quiet as a blush went through your cheeks.

“You’re cute” he repeated “and I don't hate you that much.”

You swallowed. Your arms were still wrapped loosely around his neck. His hand steadied you around your waist while the other was still gently caressing your hair.

“I don't hate you too.” you whispered.

His grip around your waist tightened as he pulled you closer.

“Go to sleep, okay?” his thumb traced circles on your hip. “I’m here and I'm not going anywhere.”

He kissed your forehead as you put back your head in his neck. As you both fallen asleep you knew that the warmth of him would keep you safe from the bad dreams. Your breaths were steady in the same rhythm. You felt safe. You felt safe with Pete Wentz and for the first time in your life the thought of it wasn't ridiculous.