#fall out boy x reader fanfiction

[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.

[cryformes-blog]

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

[2-shots2-thehead]

can you do the “needing to kiss the other when they share clothes for the first time” one with Pete when he sees you in one of his hoodies

- A teenage vow in a parking lot. ‘Till tonight do us part.’ -

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Summary : You wore one of his sweatshirts for the first time… Oh boy..

Pairing : Pete Wentz (FOB) x GN!Reader (Use of Y/n)

Word Count : 495 (I’m sorry it’s so short- I suck at writing kiss related things T_T)

Warnings/ Type : Obviously some kissing / general physical affection (This is the closest yall will ever get to smut… don’t be 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂)

A/N : First Valentine’s Day list req !! I’m super excited (I love this little emo guy) I’m gonna post less today bc of school but I’ll be back later ! 🫶

“Hey, Y/- Oh..”

Pete was always a pretty obvious guy. Not very good at hiding his emotions. And it was no different today.

Y’see, today was a special day. At least, to him. Today, for the first time, you decided to wear a piece of his clothing. His clothing. And you didn’t even warn him! He had absolutely no time to mentally prepare for this situation, and he was both frustrated and very much enjoying it.

“You- uh-… You look nice..”

He was never really quiet, but now his words were mumbled and hesitant unlike you’d ever heard before. ..Maybe he had a sore throat and didn’t want to talk loudly? He does shout on stage a lot..

“Oh- Thanks, hon.”

You shot him a warm smile at the compliment before returning to..whatever it was you were doing. He didn’t care to notice. His words interrupted your actions, however, slightly more clear this time.

“..Is that my hoodie?”

“…Yeah. Why?”

You saw his face heat up uncharacteristically. He stood up from where he was sat on the couch, slowly walking over to the counter to lean against it.

“..You didn’t ask first, y’know.”

“Yeah- I know. Don’t pretend you’re mad.”

He rolled his eyes at your words. You were right, of course. He was anything but mad. And he hated it.

“…You should kiss me.”

His words were sudden, but not unwelcome. They didn’t exactly surprise you, but they were out of the blue. He always asked first. Even if they were phrased more like..demands sometimes, he always made sure that you were completely comfortable and in the mood to do so.

“Oh, should I?”

You smirked softly to yourself, not looking up from the small cup of coffee in your hand. He walked over to the other side of the island to stand beside you.

“Yeah- Yeah, you should. Y’know-…as payment. You owe me since you’re wearing my hoodie.”

You shrug once before leaning forward to press a light, quick kiss to his lips. Of course, he would be disappointed. But it would be so worth it to see his reaction.

He rolled his eyes at the kiss. He placed his hands against your hips and roughly pulled you closer. Of course, not too rough. He’s a gentle guy.

“Y/n.”

The name was sharp. Filled with a billion emotions he wouldn’t dare explain.

Before you could respond, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle and loving, as always, but also needy. Slightly more aggressive than usual.

He moved one hand up to the back of your head, gently carding his fingers through your hair. His other hand stayed gently rested against your hip, his thumb running slowly over your skin.

After a few heated moments he slowly pulled away, leaving just enough space between you to breathe.

His breaths were heavy, and his words were shaky, but you could understand them.

“…You should wear my clothes more often.”

[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.

[stumped-on-bennington]

You and Me (and Me and You)

Smut!

Pairing: Pete wentz x masc!reader

Summary: Your friend, Patrick, invites you over to meet the rest of his band, particularly his bass player.

Warnings!: unprotected sex, P in A sex, male on male, slightly public(?) sex, drinking and drug use

Word count: 1,750+

Author note: I know i said i wouldn't write smut, but I just need to get this out of me lol

It had already been a long night when Y/N got a text from his friend, Patrick.

Y/N opened his phone and read the message.

Patrick: hey, man. Me and the band are hanging out at our bass player's house. Wanna come and hang for a bit?

Y/N sighed. He had already been up early that day for work, lifeguarding at one of Chicago's indoor pools. Y/N looked at the time in the corner of his phone. 9:34PM.

Y/N: idk, man. I've been up since like 5am. Maybe next time?

Y/N hit send and within a second Patrick had sent a follow up.

Patrick: come on, man! It'll be fun! The guys want to meet you. I told them how you're a wiz with lyrics and stuff and our bass player, pete, wants to pick your brain

Y/N sighed again before begrudgingly agreeing

Y/N: ok, but I'm not going to stay all night and drink too much. I'm exhausted.

Famous last words.

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When Y/N got to the address that Patrick had sent, they saw it was a massive house. Too big and in too nice of a neighborhood to be owned by his bandmate. Probably his parents' house. Y/N thought.

When Y/N got to the door, Patrick opened it and greeted him, bringing him down to the basement.

Introductions were quick, Patrick pointing to the 3 other men in the large room. There was Andy, the one covered from his neck down in tattoos, Joe, the curly haired one who was taller than the rest of them, but not as tall as Y/N, and then there was Pete.

Y/N instantly took note of him. His hair, the emo style of clothing he wore, and the smudge eyeliner on his bottom lid.

Quickly, a beer was handed to Y/N. The 5 men sat on the couch and chairs in the basement as Andy and Joe played some game on the PS2. Patrick began the conversation, talking about how Y/N had helped him write some lyrics for his old bands and solo stuff. Y/N tried to downplay his writing, saying it was just some random poems and stuff he had previously posted on livejournal.

Pete lit up, leaning forward, his arms resting on his knees as he talked to Y/N.

“I write poems on livejournal too! It's actually where Patrick pulls a lot of other lyrics for our songs. I guess old habits die hard, huh?” Pete said, chuckling a little at the end.

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The night went on, and beers had turned into vodka, which turned into weed. Andy and Joe had already headed out, but Patrick kept insisting “just one more” about 20 times. Y/N looked at his phone and saw it was already 3:56AM and he was too wasted to go home.

“Is it alright if I stay the night? I really can't be trying to drive home like this’” Y/N said.

Pete swayed over, throwing his arm around Y/N. “For sure! Any friend of Patrick's is a friend of mine! Plus you're pretty cool, so you're free to crash here any time, man!” Pete slurred over his words before standing up and walking up stairs to go grab some blankets and pillows.

Once Pete left the room, Patrick leaned over to Y/N.

“So, what do you think?” He asked Y/N, a wide smile on his face.

“I think your bandmates are pretty cool.” Y/N said.

Patrick rolled his eyes, “No, like I mean about Pete. I think you and him would make a great pair. AND he's bi! So it would totally work out!”

Y/N leaned back on the couch and put his hands on his face as he began to blush a bit. “Christ, Trick. Is that what this was all about? Dude, I said I was a little bi-curious once and you go and try to set me up with your bass player?”

“Come on, Y/N. He's a cool dude and I think he's into you too!” Patrick said.

Before Y/N could protest anymore, they heard Pete's footsteps coming back down the stairs, in his arms were several blankets.

“Alright! I'll set up the couch mattress and then someone can sleep on the recliner.” Pete said as he put the blankets down on a chair.

“I'll sleep on the recliner!” Patrick said before Y/N could even open his mouth.

~~~

In a few minutes, everything was set up. The couch bed was sloppily made and Pete was putting a DVD on.

“I sleep better with background noise, is that ok?” He asked Y/N.

Y/N nodded, crawling under the blanket on the bed. Pete turned off the lights and crawled into the other side of the bed.

As the movie barely began to play, Patrick was already snoring. Y/N laid in the bed, only slightly paying attention to the movie as he tried to just fall asleep, but before his mind could fade, Pete turned on his side to face Y/N.

“So, Patrick says you're a lifeguard, right? That's pretty cool.” He says, his voice just above a whisper.

Y/N turned towards him and nodded, “Oh, yeah. I guess. I mean, most days I just end up watching old people swim and get hit on by everybody.”

Pete watched Y/N talk as he held his head up on his arm, his elbow pressing down into the thin mattress.

“You know, I always had this fantasy. Where I'd be drowning in a pool and get saved by this super hot lifeguard, and after he pulls me out and makes sure I'm OK, I ask how I can replay him, and he just takes me into a changing room and fucks me right then and there.”

Y/N froze as Pete inched closer to him, his free hand slowly running down Y/N's chest, stopping to palm his crotch through his pants. Y/N's hips buck involuntary into Pete's hand, his member stiffening.

“I know we're not at a pool, but I do think you could still be rewarded for your service.” Pete says before moving his hand again, plunging it down into Y/N's pants, his fingers wrapping around Y/N’s now hard cock.

A shaky breath leaves Y/N's throat and he arches his back, wanting more of Pete's touch. Pete takes the opportunity to kiss Y/N, his tongue instantly moving around his mouth. Y/N melts and quickly grabs onto Pete, wanting to deepen the kiss. Y/N bucks his hips in time with Pete's pumps as he chases his release, but before Y/N can even get close, Pete removes his hand.

Y/N lets out a slight moan of disappointment, but before he can ask why Pete stopped, Pete is already moving the blanket off of Y/N and pulling down his jeans.

As Y/N's cock springs from his boxers, a devilish grin spreads on Pete's face before he licks the tip. Y/N bites his lip as he tries to hold back a moan, desperate not to wake Patrick, who was only a few feet away.

Pete began to bob his head up and down Y/N's length, his eyes now looking up at Y/N, barely illuminated by the glow of the TV. Y/N threaded his fingers through Pete's hair, messing up his emo fringe as he forced Pete to take even more of his cock into his throat. Pete moaned around Y/N's cock, sending a vibration through Y/N's body. But once again, before Y/N could reach his peak, Pete removed his cock from his mouth.

Y/N watched as Pete sat up, quickly taking off his jeans and boxers, exposing his own hard dick. Pete leaned down and spit on Y/N's cock before positioning himself above him. Pete gave Y/N a few strokes before moving down and pressing the tip of Y/N dick at his entrance and slowly moving further down before it slid in.

Both Pete and Y/N let out a sigh and sat still just for a moment, adjusting to the new feeling. After a few seconds, Pete began to bounce, letting Y/N cock almost all the way out before sliding back down to the base.

Y/N fought back moans as Pete bounced up and down, fucking himself on Y/N's cock.

“Don't worry,” Pete said, “ Patrick is a heavy sleeper. Besides,” Pete leaned down, his lips brushing against Y/N's ear, “I really want to hear you say my name.”

Y/N's eyes widened, lust taking over his body as his hands flew to Pete's hips, pulling his body down as his hips bucked up. Pete gasped in surprise as Y/N took control of him.

Y/N gave Pete a devilish smile as he watched him go submissive.

“Is this what you wanted? The big strong lifeguard to pound your ass as your friend sleeps next to you? I bet you want to cum all over me, don't you, Pete?” Y/N spoke just loud enough for Pete to hear him over the sound of the movie and their skin slapping.

Pete moaned as he quickly nodded his head. Y/N moved one hand from pete’s hips to his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

“I'm so close, Y/N!” Pete moaned.

“cum with me, Pete. I want you to coat me with your cum as I fill your ass with mine.” Y/N said as his grip tightened on Pete’s cock and his pace quickened.

Pete leaned back, his head falling back as he let out a guttural moan, hot ropes of cum shooting from his dick, landing all over Y/N’s stomach and chest.

“Fuck, Pete!” Y/N shouted as he held Pete down, forcing his cum to shoot deep inside Pete. The two stilled for a moment, panting as they came down from their high. Eventually, Pete gets up, Y/N’s now soft member slipping free from Pete’s entrance. Before Y/N can move, Pete is licking his own cum off of Y/N’s stomach and chest.

“Oh, fuuuckk.” Y/N says as his head falls back.

“Sorry about the mess, I'm not really known as the cleanest person.” Pete says with a wicked smile.

Oh, Christ. Y/N thought, this guy is going to be the death of me.

[morally-grey-variant]

so come on, come on and let me in

the bruises on your thighs match my fingerprints

[lucajayms]

MASTERLIST

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

GERARD WAY

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

[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

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Marauders and Lightning Era Masterlist

started - 08.13.2024

last updated - 02.12.2025

Credit for Dividers

All triggers and small summaries listed in the fanfiction

Matured audience advised

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HARRY POTTER and CO.

-In The Absence of Goodbye (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort - Enemies to Lovers to Strangers to..)

Bartemius Crouch Junior x Fem!reader

Summary: Concept- After being sent back in time to spend a year in the Marauders Era, reader is thrown forward in time and has her memories erased. But was she truly sent home? Aka: Dumbledore underestimates Barty's absolute disregard for order when it comes to his vixen.

-HIATUS We'll Heal Together (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort) 13/? parts Remus Lupin/Sirius Black x Reader

Part 1-9 can be read as a standalone. Summary: Harry Potter grew up without the warmth of a family he should have known. A father in James Potter, a mother in Lily Potter, a God Father in Sirius Black, and an uncle in Remus Lupin. Oh, and let's not forget, a godmother in {Y/N} {L/N} Alt Summary: Starts at the end of Chamber of secrets and into the Prisoner of Azkaban with the first chapter, Harry meeting his father's old friends, and starts learning the fate of {Y/N}, who has long since been presumed dead. there seems to be more of a story hidden behind her disappearance, and in turn, her reappearance.

-Good boy, Pads {Mini-Siris}

Summary: Long hours, late nights, and dark alleyways. Good thing you have a guardian angel looking out for you. {Aka: Padfoot protects a muggle reader on her walk home}

-Expectations

Summary: Reminiscing on some romantic encounters, you have come to the conclusion Harry Potter is not someone you'd ever date. HURT/COMFORT

HEADCANNONS

Jealousy, Jealousy

Where the boys get jealous... (Feat. Barty, Regulus, Sirius, Remus, and James)

POLY!SHIPS

-Poly!Marauders+Lily x Fem!Reader

- Zombie Apocalypse Au

-Loving You is Easy

Summary: Being younger than all your respective partners was never a big deal; until they graduated and you were left behind. As your mental health declined and their lives started without you, a break was needed.

-Lily's Touch {Omegaverse}

Summary: The reader is experiencing her first heat, and nothing matter how hard she tries, she can't get the nest right.

-Jily x Slytherin!Reader

Jily x Slytherin!gnreader Summary: An interesting situationship with Jily}

-Sirius/James/Remus Band Au

Summary: Reader has a horrible encounter on stage and the boys comfort her

-What's Your Name? {Sneak Peak}

Moonwater Fluff

-Status Quo

Summary: Early mornings and the Status Quo of the Marauder's house hold. {THIS FANFICTION IS INSPIRED- no, actually, basically a tribute to @/ellecdc's PadVix fanfiction. I would be amazed you are reading any of my stuff and not having read theirs but the link is here if you need it.

REMUS LUPIN

-Spoiled Brat (Pt 1?) (Lil Angsty, +18, fluff)

Summary: When your escapism over the summer turns a bit more real, as you fall in love with a half blood your father would never approve of}

-Think like a Lupin (Angsty, lotta angst, happy ending! fluff +18)

Summary: Your parents are planning to marry you off the second after you graduate, but after an unfortunate encounter with a werewolf, plans change.

-Break a Leg Not My Heart (Some angst, mostly light hearted fluff)

Summary: You get hurt during Quidditch practice and Remus doesn't leave your side. Friends to lovers.

-Meeting Royalty (Fluff, Suggestive)

Summary: Meet cute but make it royalty} Part 2

-Too Late (Angst, no comfort) {Pt.2}

Summary: Remus comes to terms with a love lost to his own insecurities.

-Stray

Summary: Post war Remus finds home for his heart

-It Repeats Itself

Summary: Even years after the war the effects of Voldemort's reign still had waves of effects. One just so happened to have a poor girl caught in the cross fire. (This is more of a concept then a fleshed out story-a little cliche)

-Just thinking about Sirius testing tattoo ideas on you...

-Over and Over Again

Summary: The legend of soulmates and the myth of endless lives tied to one another permanently was once a myth you don't believe. Until you met Remus Lupin.

BARTY CROUCH JUNIOR

-The boy I knew {Sneak peek}

Summary- When Barty knew love

-The Boy I Knew {Part 1} (Angst, Fluff, +18)

-Do You Some Good

“When we’re done here, we can go back to hating each other. Deal?” “You’re not going to believe this, but I think I actually prefer things like this.”

-Dear Future Husband

-Cat and Mouse

Summary: The reader can never truly get away Barty, no matter how hard she tries. He'll always find his family.

-Love me, too

Summary: Late nights with loose lipped Barty, a single conversation unraveled years of yearning.

-I am not writing this because I could not mentally take it but...

-Trust and Obedience

Summary: Small snippets of moments between you and Barty, where you really should have picked up on his spiral.

Potter!Reader;

-Everything is Blue

Summary: As things escalate with Barty he draws a line in the sand.

-I Might Still Hate You

Summary: An unexpected guest shows up at your house late at night.

-Not Quite Poison- {Pt.2}

Summary: after a chance meeting in the library; a whirlwind love affair between Barty Crouch Jr and the youngest Potter blossom, but neither of them were prepared for how life would go after.

-They'll Be Alright

Summary: James Potter learns to like tolerate his sisters taste in men.

-Making Mistakes - {Pt.2}

Summary: After a horrible break up in 7th year, Barty and you haven't spoken a word to eachother. Then, he comes barreling back into your life begging for forgiveness, will you trust him?

JAMES POTTER

-Fall in Love in a Night (A lil angst, basically just a fluffy fluffy love story)

Summary: College AU, Muggle AU, James falls in love with the some of the worst parts of you }

-Fix it Yourself (All the Angst, lil comfort) +18

Summary: Falling in love with James Potter was a whirlwind affair full of lies and heartbreak. Everything comes to a head when he asks you to fake date someone so Lily will give him a chance.

-Little Lupin (Fluff)

Summary: James has a little crush on little Lupin

-Masterpiece

Summary: James Potter goes a little too far with a girl everyone happens to like.

-Just Kiss Her

Summary: You find a few unsent letters with your name on them- literally.

-Bed Hopper

Summary: After creating a tradition of cuddling James before bed, you'd think you'd have the path down by now.

-Not Made for Easy

Summary: Years of loving and yearning unfurl the night before graduation. A dramatic love confession.

-Why Couldn't It Be Us

Summary: James grappled with the reality of loosing the love of his life.

SIRIUS BLACK

-Casual (Angsty, fluff at the end) +18

Summary: Sirius falls for his most recent hook up, and she refuses to cave to what she wants}

-Fix it Yourself (All the Angst, lil comfort) +18

Summary: Falling in love with James Potter was a whirlwind affair full of lies and heartbreak. Everything comes to a head when he asks you to fake date someone so Lily will give him a chance.

-Like my father {Blurb}

Summary: Reader wants a man to love her like her father loves her mom. She just hasn't met him yet.. maybe.

-Kiss And Make-Up

Summary: Pool side at the Potters, Sirius takes you for a swim.

-Rock 'n Roll

Summary: Sirius stays home with a hangover, but the reader is always there to lend a hand.

-Just thinking about Sirius testing tattoo ideas on you...

-Self Fulfilling Prophecy

Summary: Potters love like it's a sport, but it seems that only a Black can challenge that.

FRED WEASLEY

-Summer Talks

Summary: Fred lets you know what he's waiting for

-Too Much Like Me

Summary: James finds out Lily's type in men is apparently genetic.

-Burning Bright, Falling Hard

Summary: Fred Weasley and you share a quiet moment in your room

HERMIONE GRANGER

-Invisible (Lil Angsty, basically just fluff) Blurb

Summary: Reader is a bit of a punk like Sirius, with Remus's insecurities. She doesn't believe she deserves a girl like Hermione. No real plot just Angst straight into fluff

MATTHEO RIDDLE

-But daddy I love him (Lil Angst, fluff)

Summary: Harry finds out his sister is dating Mattheo Riddle Ft. James, Lily, Remus, Sirius - No war au }

" Dinner Party " (Pt 2)

Summary: The Potters throw a dinner party; Mattheo meets the family} Wc- 4142

-King's Gambit

Summary: You go to a Ministry gala with your family, meeting and dancing with Mattheo Riddle, who is just looking to cause some trouble,

REGULUS BLACK

-Monarch butterfly (Hurt/comfort) wip

Summary- Monarch butterflies only live for up to six weeks. Their life brings an unspoken joy to the people who witness it, a peaceful feeling to the life that last so much longer then their own. They bring smiles to the faces of children, they bring good luck for those who choose it, they bring so much value to lives they will never truly be a part of. Your butterfly was, and always would be, Regulus black.

BLAISE ZABINI

-Before a Stranger

Summary: Friends before a stranger

[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.

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- Friendship Bracelets -

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Summary : One of Patrick’s favorite things was giving gifts to his friends. Well, and his crush. I mean, of course, who wouldn’t? But..Maybe that little habit could lead to more..

Pairing : Patrick Stump (FOB) x Fem!Reader (Use of Y/N)

Word count : 1,304

Warnings/ Type : Slight slow burn/ angst ? Friends to lovers (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

A/N : This is my first ever fic post !! Ik it kinda sucks but whatever T_T Hope you guys can enjoy it !!- Y/F/C = Your favorite color

“Y/n-!! Y/n!”

You could recognize that cheery voice anywhere. Not too high, not too low; soft and gentle. You knew it was Patrick. I mean, it was pretty hard to not recognize it anyway- You’d been friends since middle school. Seventh grade, to be exact.

Sure enough, you looked up to find him quickly making his way over to your locker. He wore that same excited smile as per usual. Messy, red-ish brown hair not-so-neatly tucked under a hat, sea blue eyes, and his usual band tee with jeans.

“Hey Trick, what’s up?”

You watched his warm smile widen just a bit at your voice, just as it always had.

“I-…got you something. Well, made it. But- Same thing.”

He shrugged at his own slip-up before reaching into his pocket. He took out two small bracelets and handed you one. Yours was Y/F/C with two small star beads on the sides. Your heart couldn’t help but give a flutter as you noticed the two blue hearts around his name. You quickly shoved the feeling down. No- Don’t be stupid. That’s a friendly thing. You’re being ridiculous.

Your thoughts were cut off by that same upbeat voice, this time a bit quieter than before.

“I made two so we can match..! Y’see, mine has your name, and yours has mine. I mean-…we can switch if you want, but-“

You could tell the nervous rambling was coming so you quickly cut him off, meeting his eyes with a kind smile.

“I love it. I’ll always wear it.”

“Oh. ..Good. I’m glad.”

A few seconds of comfortable silence went by before the boy spoke again. He shoved his hands back into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels just a bit.

“..Wanna walk to class with me?”

You couldn’t help but notice he seemed a bit more nervous than he usually would’ve asking such a simple question. Sure, he was always kinda an awkward guy, but never around you or the rest of the band. You decided to shrug it off, in favor of nodding in response.

“‘Course.”

The day went by just about as slow as it could. Band practice days always seemed to go by at snail’s pace. Especially when you had no classes with your friends. Well, except for the last class of the day: English, where you were currently sat beside one of your best friends, Pete.

Pete knew just about everything about you. You grew up in a house right beside his- He’s the reason you met Patrick and the rest of the guys. He knew your favorite song, favorite holiday, and..he knew about your crush on Patrick.

You heard a familiar mischievous huff of a laugh from beside you. You look up from your paper just as Pete speaks.

“You made a bracelet with your boyfriend’s name in hearts? That’s kinda dorky, don’t ‘cha think, Y/n?”

He must’ve watched your face flush a bright pink, because that infuriating smirk widened.

“One, he’s not my boyfriend and you know that. Two-….he made it for me.”

“... I seriously don’t understand why you haven’t asked him out yet. He’s- like-..obsessed with you.”

“You don’t know that, Pete. ..I think he likes a girl in our art class.”

You saw Pete’s eyebrows eyebrows crease with thought and confusion as he leaned forward a bit in his seat.

“..Why on earth would you say that?”

“I dunno. He just-..talks to her a lot. And he always stares at her. I sit right next to her, so I’ve noticed.”

“He’s probably staring at you, y’know-“

“Stop putting things in my mind, Pete.”

You cut him off a bit sharper than intended, but decide not to take it back. You shift your gaze back down to your current worksheet, earning a soft scoff from Pete.

“Whatever.”

The rest of the class went slower than the rest of the day, but eventually you made it out of the building. Usually you’d wait beside the door to walk home with Pete, but you couldn’t really handle being around him right now. Maybe this is what they mean in books when they talk about not letting your feelings bubble up. Maybe you shouldn’t have pushed them down in the first place.

You contemplated skipping practice, but pushed through showing up anyway. You knocked on Pete’s front door, but instead of being met with his expected cold gaze.. Patrick answered the door.

“Oh- Hey, Trick.”

His eyes widened a bit, and his face went a warm shade of red. He must’ve been expecting Joe or Andy, you’d assumed. He always blushed easily, but he’d never done so solely upon a hello..

“H-..Hi, Y/n.”

He went silent for a few moments before nodding to himself, stepping out of the way.

“C-Come in.”

You nod once as a silent thank you before walking inside with him. The house was surprisingly quiet for a punk band practice, but nonetheless you walk beside him to the half-furnished basement. When you get down there, the room is completely empty, aside from the small black couch against the left wall.

“Where is everyone?”

“Well, I dunno about Joe and Andy.. Pete said he’s not coming down, ‘till-…’till I talk to you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, just as Pete’s had earlier. You thought over moving to sit on the couch, but decided against it.

“Talk to me about-…?”

“You. U-Us.”

“…Us?”

Your cheeks flushed once again, your head quirking to the side just a bit with curiosity and confusion.

“..Well-.. I-… Y’see-.. God- No, no, I suck at talking-“

He took a sharp breath, quickly turning to face you.

“I like you, okay? Like- a lot. Like- ‘you’re-kinda-all-I-think-about’ type like. ..I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner. I-I was scared you’d think I was weird, or not want to be around me anymore, and I didn’t wanna ruin our fr-“

You weren’t sure where the confidence came from, but you didn’t care to think it over. You cut of his nervous rambling for the second time today, this time with a kiss.

You’d imagined this moment many times, but never quite like this, and never quite this sweet. Sure, your late night, not-so-asleep, dreams always involved sweet words, and flowers, and hugs, but this…this was somehow better.

If he hadn’t already told you about it, you would’ve connected the dots that he’d never kissed anyone before based off how it felt in the beginning. You weren’t complaining, of course, it was just..inexperienced. But it’s not like you had anything to compare it to either.

He slowly settled into it after a few seconds of frozen shock, hesitating for a moment before gently placing his hands against your waist. The kiss was gentle but passionate. You’d learned it didn’t need to be aggressive and needy like in movies for it to show more love than you’d ever experienced

“God, about time.”

Despite your wishes, you pulled away sharply from Patrick, shooting your gaze over to Pete who stood beside the bottom of the stairs, a warm smirk plastered on his lips. Patrick froze with panic as well, but his hands remained in their place comfortably rested against your waist.

“Guess my plan worked. Congrats, lovebirds. I was gettin’ sick of watching you two pine over each other- It was so cringey.”

“..I hate you.”

You managed a mumbled response, but the words held no real anger or frustration. Just…happiness. Excitement.

You turned to hide your face, but your eyes landed on Patrick’s wrist. One singular bracelet. ‘💙 Y/n 💙’. You smiled softly to yourself, leaning your head down against Patrick’s shoulder. It felt freeing to know the feelings were done being shoved down. To know that the boy who caused all those feelings was currently in your arms, and you weren’t planning on letting go any time soon.

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hii! I was wondering if you could do a patrick/reader angst fic that can (hopefully) resolve in fluff? thank you! :3 also, I love your work so far, keep it up!!

Heyyy, how's it going? Sorry it took me so long! Thanks a ton for reading my stuff, it really makes my day that you like it. I loved your request and I hope I captured what you wanted in this one-shot. It's one of my longer works recently, and honestly, I loved how it turned out. So, enjoy!!!💗

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Trampled by Yesterday's Echoes and a Bittersweet Breath of Love.

(Patrick stump x Gender neutral! Reader)

Summary: You argue with your partner and run away from home to clear your mind, but the past comes knocking and makes you confront your present.

Warnings: Near-accident, a handful of curse words, mention of manipulation and toxic relationship.

Type of Fanfic: one-shot, angst, fluffy.

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The waning moon shone brightly over the city of Chicago. You sat on the edge of your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks.

The only sound was the ticking of the clock, in an almost abyssal silence. You had just had a heated argument with your partner, one of those that made you question if you really wanted to continue the relationship.

You felt confused, unable to think clearly with so many emotions tangled up inside.Almost instinctively, you stood up and grabbed your coat. You didn't plan on staying another second in that apartment that now felt so alien.

You walked decisively through the living room, where your partner still sat, rubbing their temples, visibly nervous and distressed.

You didn't even bother to look at him, but he noticed you. When they saw your hand on the doorknob, he followed you, grabbing your arm.

“Where do you think you're going?” he asked firmly. “Let's talk things out.”

With a quick motion, you pulled away from their grasp and slammed the door without a word of explanation, leaving.

The night enveloped you as you walked through the streets damp with nighttime dew, your mind overwhelmed by confusion and pain.

You had no destination; you just needed to escape everything, at least until you could think clearly.

Tears still streamed down your cheeks, and your gaze was lost. You were so immersed in your thoughts that you hadn't even noticed you had crossed the street without looking both ways.

The sound of a horn brought you back to reality, and the screech of tires abruptly stopping filled the air. A car came to a halt just inches away from you, its lights blinding in the darkness.

You were frozen, taking a step back with your heart pounding in your chest.

“What the fu...?! Are you crazy?!” you yelled instinctively.

The driver got out of the car and walked towards you.

“You came out of nowhere, the light was red for you!”

Any remaining breath you had vanished when you saw the man who stepped out of the car. Though years had passed and he had changed, you'd recognize him anywhere. His caramel-colored hair, now shorter and swept to the side, contrasted with dark-framed glasses that framed his sea-green eyes. The ever-present fedora hat sat slightly tilted, just as he always used to wear it.

“Patrick?” you murmured, your eyes filled with disbelief, locking onto his face.

Patrick stared at you for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise as he recognized you. A tense silence hung between you as both of you processed the improbability of this encounter.

“_______?” he finally said, his voice barely a whisper as he slowly approached you. “Are you okay?”.

You glanced down at the ground, unsure of what exactly he was referring to. Had he noticed you were crying? Was he asking if you were okay because of the near accident?

Before you could respond, a couple of horns started blaring. Patrick diverted his attention to the street, realizing his car was blocking others.

“I need to move the car, but I can drop you off wherever you were headed,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You shook your head, wiping intermittent tears with your hand. “No, thank you.”

“Please,” he insisted, “it would really put my mind at ease.”

Faced with Patrick's insistence and the honking from the street, you finally agreed to get into the car.

Once inside, the silence between you grew heavy. Patrick started the engine and began driving slowly, moving away from the honking chaos.

“So... were you heading home?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

“No... I was actually running away from there,” you whispered the last part, as if it were more of an internal thought. “I... I was just trying to clear my head, not going anywhere specific,” you finally affirmed.

Patrick glanced at you briefly, trying to decipher what was happening with you.

The moment was emotionally chaotic for both of you.

It had been almost five years since you had been in contact, and things hadn't ended on the best way.

You had met Patrick nearly ten years ago, back in high school.

He had been the first guy you had truly fallen in love with. Sure, you had dated a handful of guys before, but nothing compared to what you still felt (or maybe felt) for him.

However, you both were too young to deal with such complex feelings, and high school had been one of your most vulnerable times. Your self-esteem wasn't the best, and that, combined with the different circumstances of those times, led to constant fights.

The breakup between you two had been inevitable; first, you decided you didn't work as a couple, but the affection between you kept you as friends.

But being friends was never enough for both of you, so over time and with the new responsibilities of young adulthood, you slowly lost touch until you realized the bond that once held you together was completely broken.

Though it had all been painful, you convinced yourself that he was the right person, but at the wrong time, and you just carried on with your life with the intermittent question of "What would have happened if..." and the answer to that would always be "I'll never know."

“Would you... like to talk for a bit?” he asked, breaking the silence. His voice trembled, trying to hide the anxiety he was feeling at that moment.

You looked at him for a few seconds, hesitating to accept. Your mind was a whirlwind, fearing to relive old wounds, yet a calmness washed over you in his presence, as if despite the time that had passed, he would be the best company on such a dark night.

Finally, you nodded, unable to find the right words.

Patrick gave you a confident smile, as if he understood every thought just by looking at you.

As he drove towards his house, his mind brought back flashbacks and echoes of the past. He remembered how he had met you in high school, the way you laughed together no matter how bad the jokes were.

Suddenly, he also remembered the prom night, where you looked so beautiful in a deep blue dress and that dark makeup you always wore. By then, you were no longer lovers, but friends who loved each other much more than could be described by a simple friendship.

He recalled how you cried in his arms that night, fearing that you might not see each other again, and how he had promised never to leave your side. A promise that he had almost unwittingly broken.

That night had been their last kiss.

Patrick felt a pang in his heart as he remembered how they had drifted apart. It seemed like life had conspired to separate them. But deep down, there was still a corner of his heart that belonged to you, an emptiness that he had never been able to fill with anyone else.

Arriving at his house, he parked the car, and both of them remained silent for a few seconds, unsure of how to begin.

“I never thought I'd see you again... especially not like this,” he broke the silence again between the two of you.

You looked down at your hands, nervously playing with your fingers. “Me neither... this is so unexpected,” you managed to say.

Patrick could now look at you closely, noticing the traces that tears and makeup had left on your face. He felt a deep pain in his chest seeing you so sad, and without hesitation, he placed a hand on yours.

“Would you like to come in? We can have a coffee,” he offered, inviting you to share a moment together in his home.

Both of you got out of the car and entered the house. Patrick didn't let go of your hand until you sat down on the living room couch, where he stepped away for a moment to prepare coffee.You looked around Patrick's house with interest, feeling strangely comfortable despite it being your first time there.The white walls were decorated with old photos of Patrick and his friends, along with vinyl record covers of artists like Prince and Bowie, his favorites.

You stood up and walked over to one of the framed photos resting on the mantle.

Your eyes welled up as you looked at the graduation picture: Pete, Andy, Joe, Patrick, and you in your school's green gowns, all holding your diplomas.

You scrutinized every detail of the photo: the sunlight reflecting on your hair, the slight tilt of your head, and you realized that, although you were smiling, your eyes were not on the camera but on Patrick. He was also smiling, with a knowing look that seemed to say more than words ever could.

You had forgotten the last time you had felt as happy as that day.

After graduation, you saw Patrick a handful of times sporadically. Eventually, it dwindled down to a couple of texts and calls each month, and then you drifted apart completely.

During that time apart, you decided to try to move on without him and started dating a guy you met in college. Everything seemed fine at first, but you found yourself trapped in a relationship that didn't work. Jealousy was the main reason for fights, and your boyfriend slowly isolated you from your friends without you realizing it.

One day, you simply woke up feeling immensely lonely, trying to fill the void with the breadcrumbs of love your boyfriend gave you. Your life had become going to school, working part-time, and in your free moments, arguing with the person who should support you in difficult times. And that was far from the life you wanted.

Patrick returned with two cups of coffee and couldn't help but smile wistfully as he saw you gazing at that photo. “I remember that day very well.”

You turned to him and accepted the cup he offered. “How could I forget... it was such a special day, we were so happy.”

Patrick nodded, fondly recalling. “Your eyes were shining like the sun that day, you were radiant.”

He walked over to the couch and sat down, patting the cushion next to him, inviting you to join him.

When you were in front of him, he looked at you silently for a moment. “It pains me to see your eyes so sad now.”

You glanced down at the cup in your hands, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

“Things have gotten complicated,” you managed to say. You felt that tingling in your nose, warning that tears were about to appear.

Patrick placed a hand on yours, gently stroking it. “Talk to me, I hope I can still make you smile. What happened?”

Your lips trembled in an attempt to smile. “I had an argument with my partner... but it's not just that... my whole life is miserable,” and then the tears broke loose. “I feel so alone,” you sobbed. “Everything that once made me happy seems to have faded away.”

Patrick felt a knot in his stomach hearing those words coming from you. He never imagined you could feel this way. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest.

“I'm so sorry, ______,” he murmured against your hair, “I would give anything to make you not feel like this.”

You held onto him as if fearing he might disappear at any moment. In that instant, tears of anguish mixed with nostalgia as you breathed in his familiar scent.

“Patrick, I miss you so much...” you confessed, still buried in his embrace, “Why did we drift apart? I should have never let you go,” you said, in a moment of complete sincerity.

For a moment, Patrick was speechless, he could only hold you tighter, feeling his own emotions beginning to overflow. “Not a single day went by when I didn't think of you, ______.”

You pulled back slightly from him, just to look into his eyes, as if you could decipher the truth in his gaze.

“I always thought I had gotten used to your absence. But seeing you today... it's like everything came flooding back.”

You remained silent, listening to each word as if it were a balm for your wounds. “Sometimes,” he continued, “I found myself going through old messages, photos... trying to understand where we went wrong.”

Tears streamed uncontrollably down your face, though you tried to wipe them away with the sleeves of your shirt.

“Why didn't you ever write to me?” you asked, though in your head you knew that as much as you missed him, you hadn't either.

Patrick shrugged and tilted his head, “I was scared... I thought it was best to leave the past behind.”

You sighed, feeling a heavy weight in your chest. “I'm sorry,” you whispered, covering your face with both hands in frustration, “I didn't write to you either... I was afraid you'd hate me and... I was afraid I'd become just a shadow of your past.”

The silence filled the room for a moment.

“I wish everything had been different... I realized too late how much I need you by my side.” You said, tilting your gaze.

“Maybe... this is the right moment,” Patrick murmured, slowly approaching you.

Just as his lips were about to touch yours, the insistent sound of your phone interrupted the moment.

Both of you froze for a second, the phone's sound resonating in the room. Patrick stepped back, giving you space. “You should answer that,” he said softly, though sadness was evident in his voice.

You glanced at the screen and saw the name of your current partner flashing.

Patrick remained silent, watching as reality once again came between you. You hesitated for a moment, your finger hovering over the screen.

Finally, you decided to take the call. “Hello,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Where are you?” your partner's voice sounded tense and annoyed. “Aren't you coming back home?”

“I'm with a friend, I needed to clear my head,” you replied, avoiding Patrick's gaze.

“A friend?” your partner repeated helplessly. “I'm upset after our argument and you're with a friend... Who the hell are you with, ______?”

You felt trapped between two worlds, between the past and the present, between the love you once had and the reality you were facing now.

You looked at Patrick, who watched you with a mix of hope and a trace of sadness in his eyes.

“I can't and don't want to talk right now,” you finally said, your voice barely a whisper.

“I don't care, this isn't fair,” your partner retorted, anger palpable in their voice. “You have to come back right now. Do I have to come get you so we can sort this out? You're acting like a child, you need to stop running away from your problems.”

Something in their condescending tone sparked something in you, perhaps the accumulated indignation and anger. You had avoided this moment for too long, but now, with Patrick by your side, everything became clear.

You deserved better.

“You know what?” you said, your voice firm and resolute. “I'm sick of this. Of you, of your manipulations. I'm tired of feeling so miserable. You can grab your things and leave my house right now. Don't ever call me again.”

“____, what are you talking about?” your partner's voice now sounded concerned. “Sweetheart, listen, you're upset and I get it but you're going to regret this...”

“No!" you cut them off, “I've never been so sure in my life. Don't call me sweetheart, fuck yourself.”

Before your partner could say anything else, you ended the call.

You stood there motionless, unable to believe what you had just done. A smile escaped you, feeling as though you had liberated yourself from a burden you had carried for so long.

Patrick looked at you with astonished eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked, noticing you hadn't moved a muscle.

You nodded slowly, trying to collect yourself. “I think I haven't felt better in years,” you replied, letting out a sigh.

Patrick smiled and gently brushed your cheek, wiping away the smudged makeup under your eyes. “You're incredibly strong, you know? You just needed to remember that.”

There was a moment of silence as you felt the truth in his words. Then, before fear and insecurities could overtake you again, you leaned in and kissed him.

His lips softly touched yours at first, as if questioning if this was okay, still fearing you might regret what was happening. The contact was brief, almost ephemeral, but enough to make you feel like you were in heaven.

He pulled back just a few inches, eyes closed, his heart pounding in his chest. “Are you completely sure about this?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper filled with emotion.

Confused, you looked at him, feeling a mix of nervousness and desire. “Patrick...”

“I don't want to take advantage of anything, _____,” he sighed, feeling deeply scared of what you might say.

His gaze was so intense it made your heart beat faster. Gathering all his courage, he continued, “Let me be sure you're not telling your life to fuck off on a whim... I don't want you to hate yourself tomorrow.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of feelings inside you. You looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of doubt. “There's nothing in the world I want more than... this,” you whispered, your words filled with sincerity and longing.

Patrick looked at you, still seeming unreal. He couldn't believe that after so long, you were here in front of him, let alone kissing him. It felt like one of the countless dreams he had every time he missed you. Slowly, his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers caressing your skin with a gentleness that made you tremble.

He leaned in with a shy smile, and his lips met yours again. This time, the kiss was firmer, yet still filled with delicate tenderness. It started tentative, a timid brush that gradually gained confidence. You felt his warmth, his fast heartbeat resonating with yours.

You brought your hands to the nape of his neck, playing with the tips of his hair, while Patrick stroked your back with slow, careful movements, as if afraid to break the moment. The kiss deepened very slowly, each movement a silent question, a rediscovery of each other.

The outside world seemed to fade away, leaving only the intimacy of that moment. His lips were soft but demanding, exploring yours with a mix of nostalgia and desire. Both of you surrendered to the tide of emotions, feeling warmth and every feeling between you resurfacing, each caress igniting sparks on your skin.

Without breaking the contact, Patrick effortlessly lifted you in his arms and carried you to his bedroom. The journey was filled with stolen kisses and soft laughter, a play of affection and desire.

The kisses grew deeper, filled with as much nostalgia and tenderness as they were with need. They stumbled through the door, laughing between kisses, the laughter easing any remaining tension.

They both fell onto the bed and locked eyes, their breaths catching.

Before doing anything else, Patrick needed to tell you something he had kept to himself for a long time, and now it felt like a knot in his throat.

“I love you, _____... so much”

“I love you too, Trick,“ you replied, framing his face between your hands, “I never stopped.”

[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.

[alexrosa13]

What a Lie

Caleb x female!reader

Genre: fluff/suggestive/angst

Warnings: minor writing suggestive content!, mc!reader, mention of past trauma/mental health problems, Caleb getting slapped (out of love), reader cries... a lot... cause that's how I feel with his comeback

Note: husband came back from the military guys, it was written for the official contest made by L&Ds, if you'll like my work please consider sneaking a peak to my Twitter/X and leaving something behind to boost my chances for the win, thank you <3 (should I write some additional memories later on? expect something hot)

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EDIT: as a matter of fact this fanfiction did win L&Ds fanfiction contest, thank you all 💜

Walk through your memories with him to the moment of your reunion.

I feel a little nauseous and my hands are shaking

I guess that means your close by

My throat is getting dry and my heart is racing

I haven't been by your side

In a minute but I think about it sometimes

Even though I know it's not so distant

Oh no, I still wanna reminisce it

Memories of your childhood started flowing down your mind.

The day when you scraped your knee and Caleb took you back home on his back, while trying to calm you down, eventually his ramblings managed to distract you from your cries and a joyful laugh replaced sobs, laughing with tears still lingering in your eyes.

The day when a boy in your school pushed you with succeeded in making you fall and drop all the things previously in your hands. Caleb was close by that day, and noticing the situation rush to your aid, 'threatening' the boy, which almost made him pee his pants, since Caleb was older, and of course that the older kids in school were always scary. After that he helped you gather your things and back at home you thanked him with a bone crushing hug.

Or the day where you were running around with water guns, playing with the other kids in your neighbourhood. By the end of the fun you were both left with wet clothes and hair, but the joy was worth it. Noticing you shaking slightly when the wind blew towards you, he was quick to wrap you in his hoodie and take you home, when you spend the evening playing the games until your granny had to force you two to go to bed.

I think of that night in the park

It was getting dark and we stayed up for hours

What a time, what a time, what a time

You'd cling to my body

Like you wanted it forever

What a time, what a time, what a time

For you and I

What a time, what a time

For you and I

First day of Summer, your teenage years. Right after lunch you two left for a 'short trip' for ice cream, somehow spending the rest of the day walking around, sharing the memories, the one that you made together and those created with and by your friends.

Talks about the future weren't as scary as they will be someday.

Without noticing it the sun has set, your silhouettes visible only because of the street lamps. You were lying on the grass in the park, the area quiet with no one else around. You watched as the fireflies danced in the distance.

"Caleb?" your quiet voice caught the attention of the older boy to you.

"Yes?" his response calm. He heard the hint of the hesitation in your voice.

"Promise to stay with me forever?" your voice broke down, he looked at you, the tears visible in your eyes, threatening to fall down.

"Pipsqueak..." one of his hand went to brush the tear that managed to leave your eye "I promise." he stroked your hair, in a soothing gesture.

None of you knew what the future was planning to throw your way, but both of you believed one thing: that you will stay together, always.

I know we didn't end it like we're supposed to

And now we get a bit tense

I wonder if my mind just leaves out all the bad parts

I know we didn't make sense

I admit it that I think about it sometimes

Even though I know it's not so distant

Oh no, I still wanna reminisce it

Living with the traumatic past wasn't easy. No matter for how long the thoughts of the past events left your mind, they always had a way to remind you of their existence. Never ending cycle.

"It's okay, ssh, it's okay." his gentle voice broke through the sound of your sobs, it was middle of the night, your mind played tricks on you making you mistake what's the reality and what's not.

After about half an hour of silently crying into you pillow your unconscious mind made you walk to his room.

You opened and closed the door silently, he stirred in his bed, clearly not asleep yet and looked your way.

"Pipsqueak?" you looked at him, but your consciousness was closed inside of you, he felt like he was starring at the ghost.

He sat down fast, brushing the covers aside and rushing your way, hiding you in his arms the moment he found himself close enough.

The sobs shook your body with your head falling to snuggle in his neck. The voices in your mind quieting down, leaving only silence behind. The warmth of another human body next to you kept you grounded, making you come back to reality.

You spend minutes, maybe even an hour in his arms, not moving, just listening to his breathing and the beating of his heart. He didn't ask, he just stayed there with you knowing that you needed him, giving you time to calm your thoughts down.

When he noticed your steady breathing and the exhaustion visible on your face he picked you up, carrying you to his bed. He lay down behind you, dropping the covers over you two. One of his arms worked as your pillow, while the second hugged you to him. Slowly you started falling asleep, with a calm mind, last thing that you heard before you doze off was:

"Goodnight pipsqueak." and a gentle kiss on your head.

I think of that night in the park

It was getting dark and we stayed up for hours

What a time, what a time, what a time

You'd cling to my body

Like you wanted it forever

What a time, what a time, what a time

For you and I

What a time, what a time

For you and I

The last night with Caleb home before he had to leave for his aircraft training. You were happy for him, of course you were, but... That didn't help the feeling of sadness that came together with the realization that you won't see him for months to come.

No matter how selfish you wanted to be and keep him with you, you knew how important it was to him, you wouldn't dare to get in the way of his dreams. Shutting down your phone you stood up from your bed, making your way to the room where you always felt the safest. That would change after that room won't have a resident anymore.

You knocked gently on the door, almost sure that he wasn't asleep yet, and your suspicions were confirmed with a quiet 'come in' from the other side of the door.

You grabbed the handle and opened them, they let out a quiet creak.

You noticed that most of his stuff was packed. The messy room that used to be full with various little things now clean and empty. You couldn't help the feeling of your heart tightening up. Finally your eyes meet his, he looked at you expectantly, he probably guessed that you'll visit him tonight, just like you did every time you needed him.

He stayed quiet, waiting for you to say your thoughts, which you did with a shaky voice and your eyes dropping down.

"I'll miss you." you didn't talk about your deep thoughts and problems much, most of the time deciding to stay silent and enjoy the peace that came with the presence of the other. It was also probably because you knew each other so well that you knew what the other was thinking about, no words needed.

"Oh c'mon pipsqueak, I'll be back before you know it. I'll be texting and calling you whenever I can. You won't even notice me gone in between all of your plans and training to become a hunter." he smiled, unbothered. He wasn't worried about your relationship changing for the worse, you two were too close to just forget about each other and start treating the other like a stranger.

Noticing your sulking form he stood up from where he sat on his bed, placing the photo of you and him that he was looking at before you came to him back on the shelf. He walked up to you, grabbing your chin with one of his palms, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"You know; goodbyes are not forever." the smirk on his lips made you scoff. He really couldn't treat that situation seriously, could he?

"So you won't miss me huh? Okay, got it." your voice let out the annoyance you felt at his indifferent demeanor.

"Of course I will, but I know that I'll see you again." his hand went up to mess up your hair, you caught his arm with both of your hands, but because of the sudden movement you stumbled a bit, your body falling his way. Luckily his fast reflexes managed to catch you in time, pulling you close to his body in the process. Your breaths stopped for a moment, your hearts starting to beat faster, none of you wanted to look the other in the eye right now.

The atmosphere in the room changed. Something unspoken lingered in the air. For the first time in forever you wondered what the other was thinking with no clue if your suspicions were right. You didn't know if you should move away, stay in one place or... Move closer..?

You felt his hand gently caressing the back of your neck.

"Tell me you don't want this." he whispered with his head dropping to yours, it was one of those times when you got a reminder of just how tall he is. Your forehead rested on his torso, the words not leaving your mouth.

What did you want?

Uncertainly your hands went up to his face, your palms gently caressing his cheeks. The hand on your neck made you raise your head up, the other one coming to hold your chin, his finger softly tracing your lips.

"Please tell me you don't want this." his voice even quieter than before, the words leaving his mouth with his face centimetres away from yours.

"I don't want to lie." you swallowed nervously, was it really happening?

He looked at you for a moment longer, trying to catch a glimpse of uncertainty in your eyes, finding none his body decided what to do before his mind could.

His lips came to meet yours, slow and gentle at first, but the very moment you reciprocated the affection his hand left your neck to wrap itself around your waist, pulling you even closer to him and deepening the kiss.

You lost track of the time, everything else not important right now, millions of unspoken feelings finding their way onto the surface. You felt a tear tracing your cheek, not even sure when you started crying.

After what felt like seconds, which probably were a couple of minutes, you broke the kiss with the need to breath. You opened your eyes, your gaze finding his, the longing in his eyes will probably stay in your mind forever to remind you of him every time you'll try to fall asleep.

Once more, there was no need for words, both of you knew what the other one thought and wanted, your heavy breathing met the quietness of the night, and in the next second your hands grabbed his t-shirt to pull him back in harshly, his palms matched your fierceness, pulling you by your waist and the back of your head. The noises of heated kisses and quiet moans filled the air, you hugged his neck, standing on your toes to get even closer to him.

You'll miss him so much.

For you and I

For you and I

For you and I

First months without him made you feel so lonely, it felt so weird to not be able to walk up to his room and hug him to sleep, or wake up without him making you breakfast.

He kept his promise, calling and texting you when he could, but that didn't happen often, since rookies were rarely given a time to spend on their phones.

You were staring at the photo of him smiling with the necklace you gifted him perfectly visible, the plushie that he won at the arcade for you when you were teenagers tightly wrapped in your arms.

The night you spent with him months ago still in your head. That man turned your world upside down, changing your attitude towards him drastically. You felt like you were fourteen having a crush on the boy from your class and planning all the things on how to win him over.

Soon he'll be here. Where he belongs, with you.

But until then the memories of him will have to somehow be enough.

You played the voice message he sent you a couple days ago again. The words leaving his mouth were already memorized by you, his voice brought you a sense of calm nothing else could.

He was cruel to leave you for so long after sharing his feelings for you the night of his departure.

But... You were cruel too, letting him have you the night he had to leave, making him leave with the memories of your warmth and comfort, with the memory of your quiet pleads to remember about you and to come back to you, you were so fragile in his arms, the walls you build up around yourself collapsing the moment his skin touched yours underneath the covers, with the moon being the only witness to your love.

What a time, what a time

For you and I

What a time for you and I, yeah

What a time, what a time

For you and I

The tap out ceremony after finishing the training was today, Granny let you go there by yourself, saying something about having a doctor appointment. Caleb will stay at your apartment for the first days, since your rooms in your childhood home are currently in a not really good state.

You were excited and nervous at the same time, your heart threatened to break through your chest with how strong it was beating.

You got there and saw all those people, soldiers, standing in perfect rows, people looking for their kids, siblings, lovers. A lot of noises full of joy could be heard from everywhere around you. Slowly, you walked forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the boy who's been living in your mind rent-free for the past months.

It took you some time, but you finally noticed him. He wasn't facing your way, so he had no way of knowing you were already there. You felt your eyes getting glossy, and your hand went to cover your mouth. You stood there for a moment, finally seeing him in person after what felt like forever spent without him by your side. How much has he changed?

Not letting your thoughts distract you for too long you finally took slow steps his way, walking between the lines of other people waiting for their close ones.

You found yourself right before him, his gaze stayed focused ahead of him, emotionless expression still on his face, waiting for your touch.

You took a moment to admire him. He looked almost nothing like the boy that left, a man now, one could say. Did he change on the inside too? Is he still your Caleb?

With a deep breath you stepped even closer to him, your arms behind your back. Standing now centimetres away from him, your smile widens and finally you shoot up to embrace him in the hug that you needed for months now.

He didn't miss a beat, instantly hugging you back, and picking your body above the ground.

"I told you I'll be back." he said, with his mouth right above your ear. You didn't respond, just hugged him even tighter, letting the gesture speak instead of words.

You were finally home.

I think of that night in the park

It was getting dark and we stayed up for hours

What a lie, what a lie, what a lie

You'd cling to my body

Like you wanted it forever

What a lie, what a lie, what a lie

For you and I

What a lie, what a lie

For you and I

He was right there, the same..? But different...

How could he... After so long...

Your expression gave out the million thoughts stucked in your head.

You started at him, was it really him?

You had enough of crying after that guy, blaming yourself for what happened, that you should go inside of the house with him, or maybe said one sentence more to keep him outside, anything.

And now... It all didn't matter. He was here, changed, but still him.

More tears lingered in your eyes, you felt like you were drowning, couldn't breath, your heart racing. It couldn't be real. He couldn't be real.

He looked at you indifferent, as if not moved at all by the sight of you before him.

You felt your knees giving up, before collapsing under you and sending your body to the ground. But before you could hit the hard floor your body stayed above it, before gently getting lowered down. You heard steps coming closer to you, but your eyes stayed focused on the floor, not really understanding what is happening right now.

You felt a hand holding your chin, making you raise your head and look the man in the eyes. It couldn't be...

"What? You don't recognize me anymore?" his tone cold, was it really the very person who plugged your mind everyday?

"Caleb..?" your voice so quiet that you almost didn't hear it yourself. You saw his gaze soften, more and more tears started filling your eyes. You stared at him, not knowing what to do now. You believed he was dead for so long.

"It's me. I'm back." he said, his tone changing for something softer this time, dropping his cold demeanor.

You raised your hand slowly towards his face, he looked at it for a moment, letting you take your time with processing the situation.

But then you did something unexpected...

The sound of a slap echoed in the room, he looked at you in shock. You did not just do that.

"That..." your voice shook, with sadness, but also anger "Is for your 'death'." the last word came out snarky.

"Pipsque-" you pulled him by his uniform's collar crushing your lips with him, he stayed frozen, his eyes widening. He wasn't expecting that. Before he had a chance to reciprocate your angry kiss you already pulled back, pushing him away from yourself.

"And this... Is for your return." tears fell down your face, he stared at you in awe. You weren't crying. Little drops were still making their paths on your face, but there were no sobs, no shaking of your body, not even sadness left in your eyes. There was numbness... But also hope in your gaze. One thing that he wished at this very moment was that he'll manage to make everything okay. He has to make everything okay.

For you and I (For you)

For you and I (For you)

For you and I (For you and I)

For you and I, yeah

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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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