#patrick stump angst

[kirk]

total eclipse of the heart (hbd srar!!)

[gorycze]

fobruary day seven

really rushed because im in commission hell :-(

i really love that feathered look pete had going on just before the hiatus so i had to do something with it

and this^ post also had me feeling things

[jlz7]

Pete really is the duality of man on this tour.

[angelsarrm]

how i'd kill

[mightystumpmachine]

Patrick x female reader where she is sad and wants cuddles and he has to find out why she is sad

Heyyy, wassup? Thanks for your idea! Tbh, I didn't know what to come up with to specify the reason for the sadness and make it a bit personal, but I hope you like it! You can always leave me a message with more requests. Love you anonymous user :3

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Dial My Number When Your Heart Feels Heavy.

(Patrick Stump x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You're feeling sad and overwhelmed, and Patrick comes over to your house to comfort you.

Warnings: None really.

Type of fanfic: Fluff; slice of life; slight angst; comfort fic; one-shot.

Notes: Nothing important, just that I imagined all this with Patrick in the AB/AP era.

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“I’ll be right there” was the last thing you heard before Patrick hung up the call.

You tossed your phone aside, certain you wouldn’t look at it again for a while. You curled up in the corner of the couch, hugging yourself.

You feelt too stressed and sad, being with anyone but Patrick was the last thing you wanted. So, you decided to call him, knowing he would find a way to make you feel better.

You couldn’t even explain what was going on because as soon as he heard you were feeling down, he interrupted to say he was coming over.

In a way, you were grateful because you didn’t want to talk about it. Maybe it was best to forget everything, at least for a while.

About an hour later, which felt almost eternal to you, Patrick entered your apartment (with the key you had entrusted to him months ago).

You locked eyes for a second, and he didn’t need you to say anything. He just approached and hugged you warmly and protectively.

You didn’t cry because you had cried enough already. You just stayed there, immersed in Patrick’s scent and warmth.

He made room for you to snuggle into his chest, and although you didn’t notice, he checked your face from time to time to make sure you weren’t crying.

“Are you okay?” he asked after a considerable time without speaking.

You shook your head, burying your face even deeper into his chest.

He started stroking your hair in an attempt to calm you. He didn’t want to pressure you into talking about what was bothering you. However, for him, just hugging you wasn’t enough.

And all Patrick wanted was to see you doing well.

“Has it been a tough week at work?” he murmured, pressing his lips to the crown of your head.

You nodded slightly, adding nothing more.Patrick stopped stroking your hair and instead, moved his hand to your back, drawing slow circles.

He took a deep breath before continuing:

“Did something happen at university?” he continued, trying to get you to talk with utmost calm.

“It’s completely suffocating me,” you managed to say, still snuggled in Patrick’s arms. “I’m failing at everything. I’m a complete failure.”

Patrick took your shoulders and gently pulled you away, searching your eyes.

Once your gazes met, you could see his furrowed brow, and the concern in his clear eyes that now looked at you with a hint of irritation.

“Don’t say that,” he told you firmly, almost scolding you. “Everyone has a rough patch, that doesn’t make you a failure.”

Your eyes welled up again, but Patrick didn’t stop his lecture.

“Don’t ever say something like that about yourself again,” he continued firmly. “For God’s sake, why?” His words began to tangle.

“I-I’m sorry, okay? I’m just... just very overwhelmed,” you interrupted him.

Patrick would have continued scolding you about how you should value yourself and talked about improving your self-esteem and self-love. But he simply fell silent, knowing well that this wasn’t the moment.

Instead, he decided to let you snuggle back into his chest, letting you calm down and clear your mind, no matter how long it took.

“Tell me about your day,” you said after a few seconds of silence.

He was surprised to hear your request, not understanding why you wanted to hear about his day at a moment like this.

He had no idea that you just wanted to hear his voice because no matter what he was talking about, listening to him made you feel better.

Besides, you always wanted to know how his day had gone; anything related to him interested you.

“Um... well... today wasn’t exactly a productive day,” he sighed. “I woke up at eleven in the morning and was practicing some songs.”You listened attentively to every word.

“Did you see the guys today?”

“Just Pete. Actually, I was with him before coming here,” you felt Patrick laugh very softly. “He said to let him know if you didn’t feel better after this, so he can kick my ass in person.”

You chuckled lightly.

“I hope you have a bit of mercy on me and don’t let Pete kick my ass,” he joked.

You kept talking for a while longer, and when Patrick noticed he had managed to make you smile timidly more than once, he suggested cooking something to distract you.

You agreed, so he carried you the short distance from the living room to the kitchen, carrying you like a princess.

When you arrived at your destination, he placed you on the counter and stood in front of you, looking at you with a warm smile.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked with a spark of happiness and relief in his eyes seeing you a bit more cheerful.

“I don’t know,” you smiled hesitantly. “Maybe pasta?”

“Pasta will be.”

Patrick took care of gathering the ingredients from the pantry, and you helped with a few things, basically whatever he allowed you to do.

You sat back on the counter, and the two of you continued talking for a while as the kitchen filled with the aroma of spaghetti with Bolognese sauce.

Having Patrick by your side was the breath of fresh air you needed in those moments when you felt so suffocated.

At that moment, it was just you and him, and nothing else mattered.

A couple of hours ago, you were crying, but now you were with the man you considered the kindest and noblest on earth, giving you a taste of the Bolognese sauce he had prepared just for you with a wooden spoon.

Lost in your thoughts, you suddenly realized Patrick was looking at you, waiting for a response.

“How is it?” he asked again, totally enthusiastic.

“Never leave my side, Stump,” you said after being deep in thought.

Immediately, a smile spread across Patrick’s face.

“Wow! Is the sauce that good?” he exclaimed exaggeratedly. “Don’t tell me I’ve found the secret recipe to keep you close to me.”

You laughed and gave him a playful punch on the arm. “You idiot, you know I’m not talking about the sauce.”

“Oh, I don’t know, because you said it right after tasting it,” he acted surprised. “Now I know I have to make tons of this sauce if you ever get mad at me.”

You shook your head, “I don’t think it works that way,” you laughed.

“Then I’ll learn to make desserts too,” he replied, winking.

Before Patrick could move away from you to continue cooking, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close to hug him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he instinctively hugged you around your waist.

You stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the closeness. Patrick started to stroke your back, filling you with calm and security.

You wished that moment could last forever.

“You know I really appreciate you, right?” you whispered against his neck.

Patrick felt his skin tingle as your breath brushed against it.

“I appreciate you too,” he replied softly. “I’ll never leave you alone ______.”

Eventually, you both pulled back just a little, resting your foreheads together and looking into each other’s eyes. He gave a crooked smile and, without letting go, said: “The pasta is ready. Do you want to eat on the couch? We can watch something on TV, listen to music… or just keep talking.”

You nodded, running your fingers through his short hair. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Patrick served the plates, and together you returned to the couch, where you sat facing each other, legs intertwined under a blanket.

While you ate, Patrick didn’t bring up your troubles. He preferred to lighten the mood with trivial chats and small debates about which artist was better and why.

After dinner, both of you got comfortable on the couch. Patrick pulled you close, and you snuggled into his chest, feeling calm wash over you.

He cleared his throat a bit to get your attention: “So… now that you’re calmer… maybe you’d like to talk about what happened?” he asked, his tone more of a question.

You sighed, as if that exhalation released all the weight and sadness from your shoulders.

You nodded, after everything he had done for you, you felt well enough to finally tell him everything you were feeling.

You knew that no matter the gravity of the issue, Patrick would be there to listen and support you.

And above all, he would give you his love and warmth to make you feel better.

[cvntatrons]

Potential Garashir fanfic titles but they’re all just Fall Out Boy lyrics and they just keep getting longer:

Detox just to retox

But don’t let the doctor in

The best part of believe is the lie

Perfect boys and their perfect lies

I want to make you as lonely as me

Are you ready for another bad poem?

Am I more than you bargained for yet

Trying to forget anything that isn’t you

Doc there’s a hole where something was

The poets are just kids who didn’t make it

You want somebody? Oh you want someone

I’m casually obsessed and I’ve forgiven death

But if I’m never your hero I can never let you down

All the yes men said no comment my mouth got going

Your secret is out and the best part is it isn’t even a good one

Got your love letters corrected the grammar and sent them back

I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs but I’m afraid that someone else will hear me

You can only blame your problems on the world for so long before it all becomes the same old song

[hyacinthi-mortem]

When the graphic novel you're rereading has a playlist that you stalked Spotify for-

ALSO IF U LIKE GRAPHIC NOVELS THEN READ LIGHT CARRIES ON ITS ALL GAY AND ANGSTY AND GHOSTY

(Please rb this to bring more attention to this genuinely fucking amazing work of art that brings me joy)

[sweatofalamb]

sharing some (more) of my stardust

just wait for the flame bass

Patrick makes me sweaty silly

[abysskeeper]

Tagged by @gothamcityneedsme - :D

Last song I listened to:  The cool answer is the entirety of Fall Out Boy’s So Much (For) Stardust album because it’s been on repeat since it dropped. The last song played is Heaven, Iowa because I’m a sucker and it immediately wound up on Trick’s playlist.

The less cool, but more honest answer is Theme of Deduction - Beyond the Logic because I needed something to write to and the waltz does it for me.

Last show I watched:  Hhhhhh...like, finished? Probably Re:Zero Season 2...a year ago. I don’t watch many shows.

Last movie I saw: Uh...The World’s End. Roommates and I had a movie night where we each picked one, that was the last one we watched. It is an incredibly fun movie though!

Currently watching: RWBY Volume 9. I wasn’t going to until it was over, for many reasons, but I found a site that’s keeping up really well with uploading it regularly.

Currently reading: For fun? Not much. At work there’s some technical papers I reread regularly to assure I’m doing my job correctly, and my boss’s newly accepted grant is on my desk. I need to get back into reading though, I stare at Annihilation longingly every day.

Current obsessions: There’s three currently. RWBY, of course, if my posts going off about it haven’t been any indicators. The Cheshire Cat has been one of my favorite fictional characters for a long time, and lo and behold RWBY’s version is no different. Second is The Great Ace Attorney, since we finished a play through of that...a month ago? Something like that, and now I have like five fanfic ideas I want to write for it...and am actively doing so. Third is SWTOR. I took a break, but GS4 and PVP season 2 is back and now here I am. Plus, I want to write and ramble about my characters more anyways so, it’s as good a reason as any. Trick and co are always my obsession.

And tagging in return, @the-darkness-does-not-bargain and @shadeslayer since I can do that for once without being tagged first. And anyone else who wants to do it of course, always feel free to use me as an excuse.

[exceptonmidnightslikethis]

The Last Of The Real Ones

Summary: This was supposed to be a song fic based on the song of FOB, but i decided to not include most of the lyrics. And Y/N is the wife of Patrick Stump just because i have a major crush on him since i can remember.

Genre: Drabble / Fluff / Angst

Notes: Please take it easy, this is my first fic.

Patrick was used to be alone. He said to his friends once that he felt like an only child of the universe basically, not because he was indeed an only child. In fact, he had a brother and a sister. But he never connected with them. Or to anyone, really. Most of his songs he usually wrote alone for the same reason. People just didn’t seem to understand him in a deep level. Well, that until he met y/n. She was in most of his classes in high school and was the one to tell him that he had the most beautiful voice she ever heard sing. That alone was enough to make him put aside his fears of stage and be more out there. Not long after, Patrick met the other guys and formed Fall Out Boy.

Y/N on the other hand went on with her life. He thought he was never going to see her again after graduation because she went to another country to College. But life likes to play with us. That’s was going into y/n mind when she stepped out of her friend’s office and bumped into Patrick, her old crush that she hadn’t seen in what? Almost eleven years? Must have been something like that. His childish smile was the same, though. And noticing that, she almost dropped the terapist indication her friend had just giving her. She was back in town but, as friends couldn’t be eachothers patients, she had to just trust that the indication would be just as good.

Patrick’s name was being called but you manage to give him a smile and a quick hi before he disappeared into the doors you had just come out of. There was approximately one million things running into his mind at that time, but somehow he managed to whisper an “I missed you” before going in. Those three words turned you head upside down, of course. You had been friends, but that was eleven years ago and long before he had become a musical sensation. And you would never want to look like a groupie, but truth be told, you just loved his songs.

The words that he said kept spinning around your head until you texted your friend at the end of the day. Yes, he was one of her patients. And no, she couldn’t give you his number, but of course you knew that. What you didn’t knew, on the other hand, was that he had asked her for the same thing in her office. And she was your friend, not your terapist, what meant that yes, she had given your number to him. But you’d only find that out later in the night, when he texted you from an unknown number.

“Y/n y/l/n? Same from music, literature, science and a great number of other classes from high school that i can’t remember right now? This is Pat. Save this number, but please don’t share it. Was good seeing you today again.”

 You quickly responded. “Yeah, Patrick, this is y/n. And of course i won’t share it.. you’re like a rockstar now, right? Probably every single girl in the planet wants this number lol. I’m not crazy enough to even say that i have it out loud. People could, i don’t know, steal my phone or something just for this info.”

On the other side of the screen Patrick laughed at your answer. He had just finished a show and was eating with the boys when he decided to text you. Pete was trying to look at his phone now while Andy and Joe were on their on conversation. “Oh, that could be really dangerous, you know. But only if i give you Pete’s number. Then you’re doomed. Lol” You made a funny face while reading it. You remembered how insecure Patrick used to be in high school, but he couldn’t be like that anymore and also be all Michael Jackson in stage, right?

Still, you felt compeled to reply. “Oh, we shouldn’t let this happen then. Especially ‘cause, all do respect to Pete, he doesn’t have my favorite voice in the whole world, you know. And, tell me again, why are we texting and not at a call when i could be hearing that voice?” You bite your lip as you hit send. He takes his time and, for a minute, you think you ruined the whole thing. After all, it could be only friends reconnecting. But something inside you said that it was now or never.

Your face brightens when you see his face on the screen of your phone and answers the call. “Hey Pat.” You say. He can feel the smile in your voice.  “Hey Y/N. Good to know i’m still your favorite singer.” You laugh nervously and replies. “What can I say.. I’m a sucker for a high lyric tenor like you.” He laughs and you can say for sure that he’s blushing. You remembered his vocal type in music class. “Tell me, Pat.. when will i get to see those beautiful blue eyes again? It’s been a long time.” You let the question linger. He doesn’t think much before he answer you. “Well, you seen them today as i recall, but i’m available whenever you are. In fact, what are you doing now?” You can’t help but laugh when you hear his answer. Things with Patrick was Always easy to you. Although no one around could understand how the two of you got along so well.

“Hm.. nothing, i think. It’s past one a.m.. What’s on your mind?” You asked. It took him a while to answer this time. “Would you mind if i visit? I mean.. now.” You think for only a second before answering. “No, not at all. I’ll text you the address. Just.. come alone, please. Nothing against the boys, of course, but we don’t want a commotion happening in my building right now. Will be hard enough to have you comming in without anyone disturbing you.” He laughs before responding. “Okay. I’ll see you in a few.” He wasn’t planning on sharing you with them anyway. At least not until he knew what he was dying to know since high school.

He texted you from the front door and you came to lead him inside. Thank goodness it was late, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to take him to your apartment with peace and quiet around both of you. He smiled at you with his hands in his pockets once you were both in your living room. “Oh, geez. I guess i should say this, just to make it clear, Pat. I don’t usually take guys to my apartment at this hour.” You smiled nervously and so did he. “I know you, Y/N. I know.” The time could have passed, but for him you were still the same beautiful girl. Woman now, he guess. But still, the same pure heart. The same real person.. the only who seemed to understand him and also drain all the fears from him. Next to you he felt like superman.

“So.. do you want something to drink?” You asks, mouth suddenly dry. “I’ll take a glass of water.” You served you both a generous glass of water and, a second later, dranked yours all in one huge gulp. He almost choked as he started laughing at you. He couldn’t tell why all of the sudden you were the one so nervous while he was chill. “Calm down, Y/N. I’m not going to bite.” He says, trying to help you let go of your nerves. “I wish you would. Then I could make sure you’re the same Pat from high school.” You responded. A second later you regretted saying realizing what it could sound like. But in the end you knew you meant it. The kisses both of you shared on the prom at high school was probably the best you’ve ever had, even though the bite he left on your neck got you in trouble for weeks.

Listening to this, he got closer. “Are you sure? I mean, i could.” The laugh was deeper this time. Sexier. “You know what i meant. Oh, god. My new therapist is totally screwed. I just scheduled a session with him and now all of this happen.” You blurted out. “Don’t worry, i won’t mention who exactly you are. I don’t mean to get you in trouble or something. Is just that.. all this.. is being unsolved for awhile now.” He laughs and you can’t help but laugh with him. “Oh, wait. I thought only my therapist knew all about you. And i mean literally all since i discovered today that she’s being your best friend since you’ve been roomates in college.” You hit your forehead with your hand. “I hope she didn’t tell you anything embarassing.” He smiled. “What if she did?” You came closer to him. “Then you would have to remind me to kill her.” His smile became larger. “Is it really that bad?” You shook your head. He wasn’t getting any more info then she already told him. “Well, if it helps, i can tell you why she gave me your number today.”

“I’m listening.” You reply as he gets even closer. At this point you could feel eachother’s breath. His smelled like mint, as always. “I told her how i’ve been head over heels for you since basically freshman year.” He had a straight face on now. No kidding. He was assuming his love for you. And it wasn’t even a dream. “And how I haven’t heard of this sooner?” You asked. “I meant to tell you the day after prom, but you had already moved.” He aswer quickly enough for you to know that it’s not a lie. “Well, Mr. Stump, that’s a shame. It could have saved us.. about eleven years. Since i’ve been in love with you too.” His beautiful blue eyes came closer to yours and you could even see the amazing yellow rings around the pupils that made his eyes so unique. You’d always draw them when you were distracted. “No. Fucking. Way.” He was so close your lips were almost touching. “Oh, now my new therapist will most certainly have to hear about you, Pat.” When you finished the sentence he closed the distance between your lips and you finally kissed.

It tasted exactly like eleven years before, but somehow better.

That’s probably why you never let him go again. And all that therapist talk got him inspired to do a song about you and how he wasn’t alone anymore.

[looselipssinkships-x]

okay but a fic titled "give me a boost (over heaven's gate)" in a hospital setting where pete is a jovial, prankster nurse/physical therapist and patrick is the high strung, overworked tech pete always grabs to help move patients, and it drives patrick nuts until one time he's truly had enough and confronts pete about it (maybe by pulling him into a supply closet and getting in his personal space yknow) and pete fesses up that he thinks patrick is cute

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its just something about the way patrick portrays himself like a sweet innocent little boy. how he couldnt do a take of young volcanoes without laughing saying the word assholes. the photos of him covered in rabbits and ducklings. the way he speaks like hes eight and still learning how the world works and bright eyed and bushy tailed and hopeful. even though we've all heard his solo album. we know he's got that grit and angst and upset. and we all know he's actually a little spitfire brat from hell who would get in fistfights with his bandmates and pissed in joes room bc he was mad. but he's just a sweet little boy who couldnt do any wrong. just look at him.

- the stump anon from earlier ^_^

i’m convinced a lot of that is because he was basically whisked away into a life of rockstardom when he was 17 and kind of stopped developing into a normal adult 💀 he’s been famous since before he could purchase alcohol he simply does not Know how not to be like that

then he Also had anger problems and a massive chip on his shoulder with something to prove and no idea how to and also a deadbeat dad who left when he was eight so there’s that. enter hardcore king emo prince pete wentz who actually takes an interest in him for the first time ever and is like okay i love this kid and then patrick Stayed a kid bc people like him finally.

especially pete who’s cool and older and hot and screams in the bands patrick has gone to see and wants to be in

but that’s just my own interpretation of what we know lmao

[americas1suiteheart]

This is also another one that hasn't been requested, but the FOB brain rot is real guys. Anyways, this one isn't exactly age accurate I guess?? More so of an AU if anything.

How Misery Loved Me

Patrick Stump x Fem! Reader

[Tumblr did it again and ruined the quality of my gif..]

Summary; I don't know how to write summaries for works that aren't requested, my bad, guys this is my own fault, especially when I know I have asks.💀

Notes; I'm sorry it's another fem reader but school is piling up and finals week is coming up and I still want to write, but fem readers are easier right now. I also just gave the girl that went to the dance with Pete a random name. (This is one of the corniest and most cliché things I've ever written).

Warnings; Mutual pining, foul language, some angst, and there's multiple pov changes.

Word Count; 10,307

<Now playing - Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy>

0:54 ──ㅇ─────── 3:00

"So, which one do you think looks better?" You ask, turning around to look at Patrick, who was sitting on your bed.

"That one's nice, but I think the second one you wore was better. But seriously, I think you should pick which one you want."

"That's the thing though; I don't know which one I want to wear because I like three of them," You say, falling face down onto the bed in the spot where all the previously discarded dresses were.

"Then take all the other dresses out and pick just those three, and then we can narrow it down to what you want," Patrick says, looking down at you.

You groan and turn over, then get up again, beginning to pick all of the other dresses except for the three that you liked, hanging all of the other ones back up and putting them into your closet.

You take the three other dresses with you behind the divider you had in your room, changing into one of the dresses and walking back out.

"Okay, this one has a pretty colour and it's comfortable, but I think it's just a little too short for my liking, so I think this one can go." You say, looking at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the dress.

You walk back behind the divider, changing into the second dress and hanging the other one back up.

"This one is a perfect length, and it's a nice colour but the straps constantly fall off my shoulders, but I think if I were to sew them to fit me, or even just safety pin them to my bra, it would probably be okay."

You do the same as you did before, going back to the divider, changing into the other dress, and walking back out.

"This one is comfortable, and it fits good, as well as a good length, but I'm afraid that it's going to end up being too much." You say, looking at yourself in the mirror and turning around.

"That's the one that I liked. I don't think it's too much, though. It looks nice on you," Patrick says, scooting farther back onto the bed.

"So, should I wear this one or the other one?" You ask, looking down at yourself, feeling the material of the dress in between your fingers.

"I think that one,"

You nod, smiling as you go back to behind the divider, changing into your pyjamas this time and laying the dress down nicely for Friday's dance, then putting the other one away into your closet.

After doing so, you close up the divider and lay down on your bed halfway with your legs dangling off of it. You close your eyes and listen to the music playing from your CD player, nodding your head to the song.

You open your eyes slightly, looking up at Patrick and admiring his features. His hair was medium length, with those sideburns that you adored so much. Oh and his smile, he could light up a room with that smile. His eyes were such a pretty blue.

You see Patrick look down at you and then quickly look away when he sees that you were staring at him, you doing the same.

You quickly sit back up from your bed and walk to your player to change the CD.

"I still haven't completed the math homework that's due Thursday and was thinking about what other ones I still had to do. Have you done them yet?" You say trying to get rid of the awkwardness, taking your Catalyst CD by New Found Glory out of its case, then taking the other one out of the player and replacing it, pushing the play button and turning up the volume dial.

You turn back around and see Patrick's eyes widen.

"Oh shoot! I forgot about that! What was it again?" Patrick asks, his hands covering his face.

"We just have to do the problems on page 27 from our books, it's not that hard but I can let you copy mine if you want, I'm not done with it yet so you'll have to finish the rest." You say, walking over to your bag to get your book out.

"That would be awesome, I'll just copy them down on a paper if you don't mind it,"

"Knock yourself out, 'Trick,"

You place the book down onto your small desk in the corner of your room. The desk had scattered sheet music, old graded history and english papers, a table lamp and pencil jar placed on the left, and your closed laptop sitting in the middle of the desk.

The wall it was facing was decorated with old concert tickets and wristbands, framed pictures of you and your family, as well as unframed pictures of you and the rest of the boys, most of them of you and Patrick.

Patrick walks to the desk, sitting down in the chair and grabbing one of your blank lined papers from a spot where more sheet music books were stacked up.

You sit back down onto your bed, humming the beginning of All Downhill From Here to yourself and picking at the fibers on the plush throw.

"Has anyone asked you to homecoming yet?" Patrick says, still looking at the book and copying it down.

"No, not yet. I honestly wouldn't mind not getting asked and just hanging out with you and the rest of the guys though,"

"Really? I'm surprised no one has yet. But Pete has a date to homecoming now actually so I think it would be just me, Andy, and Joe together," Patrick says, placing the pencil down and turning around in the swivel chair.

"Pete got a date? Did he finally ask that girl?" You ask.

"Yup, he lit her yard on fire with the word "homecoming?" and she said yes," He explains.

"He lit her yard on fire?! I don't know about her but if someone lit my yard on fire to ask me to some dance saying yes would be the last thing i'd do, I think that's just common sense though, or at least it should be, but apparently not for her!" You exclaim, looking at Patrick in shock.

"Yeah, I told him it was a bad idea too and he still did it. I've got to give it to him though, at least he was confident enough to do that and it actually got him a date," Patrick laughs.

"Are you going to ask anyone to the dance?"

"I want to ask this one girl, but I don't think I'm going to end up actually doing it, I'm not as confident as Pete is when it comes to that sort of stuff," Patrick says, spinning around in the chair.

Ouch.

"Anyways, I should probably get going now though, it's going get dark out soon and my curfew is coming up, I don't need my mom yelling at me again," Patrick says, getting up from the chair and walking over to you.

"Oh shoot, have you really been here that long? I didn't mean to keep you here that long, sorry about that," You say, getting up.

"Don't apologise, I like hanging out with you, it's much better than just sitting in my bed reading comics the whole time. I mean, I love those comics but again, I much prefer hanging out with you instead," Patrick says awkwardly.

"Okay, get going though, it'll be too dark for you to walk home soon enough," You say.

You give Patrick a hug, him leaning down a little bit as he was just ever so slightly taller than you.

"Alright, bye Y/n, I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you for letting me copy, you seriously just saved my ass," Patrick says, opening your door and leaving the room.

You close the door and sigh, sitting at your desk, finishing the last three problems you had, then turning off your lamp and CD player.

You get your bed ready to sleep in, putting the extra pillow on the floor and get under the covers.

I'm so stupid, he's nothing more than a friend and it's always going to be that way, stop creating these stupid thoughts in your head.

You sigh and close your eyes, falling asleep within a few minutes.

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-Patrick's POV-

"Dude just ask her. If you don't ask soon then some other guy will. There's only two days until homecoming, she's going to get asked, Patrick, believe me." Pete says, leaning against the lockers next to mine.

"I don't know, Pete. I mean, if she says no then it's going to be awkward between us or something, I don't want that." I say, rummaging through my locker for my math book.

"Believe me, Patrick, she'll say yes." Pete puts an arm on my shoulder and gives me a look.

I sigh and close my locker, not being able to find the book. It's fine, I didn't need it right now anyways. I'll have to look for it when I get home though.

The bell rings and I walk to my class with Pete, him departing ways with me shortly after as he had a different class this period.

God I really don't want to be here right now.

Ding! -"Good Morning everyone! Today is Thursday and it's currently 20 degrees out. The yearbook club is meeting today during lunch, as well as chess and game club. Those that need to retake their photos have today and tomorrow to do so, and those that need to retake any midterm tests will do so next week on Tuesday in the Algebra classroom or room B213. And now for the most exciting announcement; homecoming is coming up tomorrow and tickets are still being sold during lunch time, so maybe get yourself and a special someone a ticket as they won't be sold at the door. Those that are helping plan the dance will need to meet in the student lounge until Friday. Have a great day, and once again buy those tickets!"- Click!

'Ugh. Another reminder that I still don't have the balls to ask her out to the dance.' I think to myself, pinching the bridge of my nose and getting all of my things out for the class.

I sit through the class, taking notes as the teacher talks, ignoring the balls of scrunched up papers being thrown across the classroom. The class seemed to go on so much longer than it usually felt like it did, but maybe it might be the rowdiness of my classmates.

I finish the class and continue to go to all of my other periods until lunchtime. Finding my regular table with everyone else and place my bag down and head to the lunchline, which was almost always shorter except for Wednesdays as the food tended to be much better then everything else all the other days.

Honestly though, most of everyone's lunch breaks are just spent waiting in line unless you either got lucky enough to be first or if you brought your own lunch for the day.

After standing in the line and finally getting my tray, I head back to the table.

"...No, no, no, no, no. You don't understand guys, this is like, the first time I've ever been asked to any kind of dance ever. This is huge for me!" Y/n exclaims, slamming their hands on the table.

"I don't know man, the guy that asked you is kind of an asshole," Andy says, everyone else other than Y/n agreeing.

Shit, I should've listened to Pete.

"Come on dude, you're really gonna ditch me, Patrick and Andy for some guy that you've never had a conversation with?" Joe says as he continues chewing on his sandwich.

I place my tray onto the table, sitting down in between Pete and Y/n in the seat that I was always in.

"Pat! Hold on I was looking for one of my CD's this morning when I was getting ready and found this under one of my blankets I had on the floor. I think you might've left it the last time we studied together." Y/n says, pulling a large math book out of her bag and handing it to me.

"Oh shit, thanks, Y/n. I was looking for this earlier this morning," I say, taking the book from her hands, looking at it for a second and then placing it inside my bag.

"Yeah no problem. Oh, oh! You'll never guess what happened during the second passing period," She says excitedly, grabbing my left shoulder and shaking it slightly, then patting her hand quickly on it.

"What happened?" I ask, taking a bite out of the sandwich on my tray of food.

"So, you know that guy Mark in our chemistry class right? He kinda has like this dark brown semi-curly hair, the one that always wears that letterman jacket,"

"The guy that pushed me directly into that one girl because I wouldn't give him my notes?" I say, swallowing the bite of my sandwich and opening my carton of milk.

"He did that to you?" Y/n asks, gently placing her hand on my back.

I dismiss her hand, "That doesn't really matter, did he ask you to the dance?"

Y/n's face had a hurt look, one that I couldn't quite place my finger on. Her face then softened, continuing with what she was saying.

"But uh, yeah. He asked me if I wanted to be his date to homecoming and I said yes. He's not a bad looking guy so I figured why not," She finishes, giving a small shrug.

I nod slowly, staying silent as I continue taking bites out of my sandwich, listening to everyone else talk about their own things for the remainder of the lunch period.

I get up and throw my tray with everyone else, grabbing my bag and waiting for Y/n at the table so we can walk to class together.

How come you always have to chicken out on things like this? If you don't start saying something soon to her she's going to-

A sudden light punch on my arm brings me out of my trance, I turn to see Y/n and gently punch her back, smiling at her.

"You okay, Pat?" She asks, a soft smile on her face.

I nod my head, starting to walk with her to our next class together. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just got lost in my head for a second there". Y/n hums and continues walking, pushing past everyone else in the crowded hallway.

Does it make me a bad friend for not being completely happy for Y/n, anyone would be but I can't seem to shake off this feel of jealousy in my body.

Me and Y/n enter the classroom, going to our shared work table and place our bags down on the floor next to it and take our seats.

"What did we work on yesterday in this class? I dozed off," Y/n whispers.

"Oh, I could tell. Did you know that you snore?" I say jokingly.

"Oh shut up, I was out for forty minutes, but can you please tell me what we did?" Y/n says sarcastically, giving me a light punch in the arm.

"We just had a study hall for class. Mr Hadford didn't feel like teaching so he just told us to do whatever, so you're fine unless you absolutely needed to work on something else,"

"Good to know," Y/n places her head onto my shoulder.

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-Reader's POV-

"Come on, Y/n. Are you sure you really want to go with Mark Anderson? The guy is a douche, you've seen how he treats people like us!" Pete exclaims.

"What do you mean by people like us? Pete?" I ask, turning around from my desk to look at Pete.

Pete was over at your house because you two wanted to hang out together. He was in the same spot that Patrick sat in your bed the other night. You couldn't help but feel slightly upset with yourself that you agreed to go with mark instead of asking Patrick to go with you. Or instead, hoping Patrick would ask you.

Sure, it'd always been fun just going with the rest of them, you guys just did your own thing and stayed together, dancing how you wanted without caring if other people thought it was odd, because all five of you always had fun.

But for once someone had actually asked you, wanted to go with you, and to be honest, some terrible part of you wished that Patrick would get jealous and ask you to go with him instead.

"You know what I mean by that, Y/n. We've always been the geeks no one else really hangs out with, we've always been the only ones that hang out with each other, because be honest with yourself, when was the last time we ever talked with other people for more than a class period?" Pete explains.

You turn away, going back to what you were doing before. You hated that he was right. Why would some asshole jock ask you in the first place, you'd never even talked to him until earlier, and the conversation lasted 2 minutes at most.

"I didn't mean to be mean, well, maybe just a little, but I have a bad feeling that Mark didn't have good intentions when asking you." Pete says, getting up from the bed, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"But what if Mark is being genuine? What if I said no and missed out on something that could be serious?" I sigh, turning to face Pete.

"But Mark really isn't the best person at all. I mean, he's done something shitty to most of us by now, who knows if he'll do it again, or to you.. As your friend, I don't want you getting hurt, and neither would the rest of the guys, especially Patrick, and you know that. At least I would hope you do,"

"I know, I know.. It's just, ugh god. I mean, you can't say anything, you asked that poor girl by lighting her front yard on fire!"

"So? At least I'm a better guy than Mark Anderson. The guy is notorious for being a douchebag, don't compare me to him." Pete says, falling down onto my bed dramatically.

God, Pete is starting to make me question my decisions, maybe I should listen to him, what if Mark really does have bad intentions.

"I can't believe you didn't ask Patrick to go with you. You know he wouldn't have said no, right?" Pete says, his arm over his eyes.

"When he was here the other night I asked him if he was going to ask anyone to the dance and he said that he wanted to ask this girl. I didn't bother after that, if he already had someone in mind I wasn't going to ask, I don't want to be that type of girl. I've seen other girls do that to guys and it either makes them feel like they're being pressured or in an awkward sort of position." You sigh, finishing organizing the plethora of loose sheet music on your desk and placing it in a folder.

"Whatever man. All I'm saying is that you could've said no to Mark and hung out with the rest of the guys. You didn't have to go with him."

"Piss off, Wentz. I don't want your shitty advice, it's just making me feel worse," You say annoyed.

"I had the balls to ask someone I liked to homecoming, you didn't. You made a mistake and still insist that 'oh come on Pete, he can't be that bad, even if he made your guys' lives miserable, I'm pretty sure he'll be nice even if we haven't ever talked to each other, I want to give this dumb asshole a chance.' And to be honest Y/n, you're kind of a dumbass for that." Pete was now standing up, stopping in front of you two feet away, rolling his eyes and mimicking you.

"Get the fuck out of my room, Pete.." You say, your voice starting to get that raw feeling and tears threatening to form in your eyes. You felt stupid for starting to cry over something you started.

Pete storms out of the room closing your door, you could tell how annoyed he was by the sound of how loud his footsteps were, then leaving your house with a slight slam of the door.

What he said hurt. A lot. And just as before, you hated how right he was, how he was able to tell you every single thing you could've and shouldn't've done and he was still right. He acted like an ass but you knew it was with good intent and that he didn't want you to have the possibility of getting hurt, he was like an older brother in that way, but it pissed you off that he felt the need to scold and talk to you as if you were a child. How did something as simple as hanging out with each other turned into an argument so quickly?

You were too frustrated at that point, and on top of that, homecoming was the next night. God I'm an idiot, I need to sleep..

-Timeskip the next day-

The girls in the hallway giggled and talked to their friends about how excited they were for homecoming. How they were going with their boyfriends or how someone cute or popular asked them.

Despite how excited everyone was around you, you remained nervous and the feeling of anxiety only grew stronger every step you took down the hallway, finally making it to Patrick's locker where Andy, Pete, Joe, and obviously Patrick were standing.

"Good morning, Y/n, or not such a good morning..? Are you okay, man? You look like shit," Joe says, reaching across to examine your face.

"Thanks, Joe. Good morning to you too, I'm just fine," You say, swiping at his hands to get them off of your face.

"Hey, Y/n," Patrick says, giving you a small wave with a smile on his face. Gosh he was always so cute without even trying.

"Hey, Patrick, good morning," You say, mustering a small smile despite how you currently felt. "Good morning, Andy. How are you guys feeling other than excited like the rest of everyone else?" You ask, letting out a sigh.

Groans emit from everyone except Pete, one would know exactly why.

"I don't know, man I'm pretty excited, shouldn't you be too, Y/n? Are you excited to go with Mark?" Pete says, looking at you with a grin on his face.

"Sure, whatever you say, Wentz." You say, glaring at him.

The bell rings throughout the hallways, everyone starts to scramble to their classes, seemingly still talking to their friends about the dance as they do so.

"Me and Andy gotta go to pre-cal, we'll see you guys during lunch. Try not to die from excitement," Joe says, walking down the hallway, giving a monotone "woo-hoo".

We all depart and walk to our separate classes. Math was probably one of the worst first classes to have, or more specifically Trigonometry. It wasn't even that you hated it, but rather the kids in it. They were loud and were often rowdy, and the teacher didn't care enough to say anything about it, and today you knew it was going to be much rowdier than most days. And when you walked in, you were exactly right.

You sat at your desk, placing your bag down and grabbing your book out of it. One more day until winter break starts, just one more day until you don't have to be around this chaos and sleep in.

The class went by quicker than it usually did, you just finished some problems in your workbook and listened to music on your iPod to drown out the sound of your classmates not very quietly talked to others.

After finishing your other two periods you walked through the hallway to get lunch.

Someone from behind grabs your shoulders and gives them a squeeze, "Boo," the voice says quietly. You turn around to see Pete standing in front of you

"Oh uh, hey, Pete." You say, adjusting the straps of your backpack awkwardly.

"Hey, Y/n. I'm sorry about last night by the way, I was kinda being a dick to you and said some things to you that would've been better if they were left unsaid. I don't want our friendship to go to shit so I wanted to apologise." Pete says, looking at you sympathetically.

You sigh and look up at him, "I'm sorry too, Pete. You were right and it upset me that you were, I also don't want there to be any sort of tension between us. I'm honestly kinda glad we resolved it,"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Pete asks, smiling as he begins to walk with you to the lunch line.

"Well, I mean I could've totally lived without being your friend, you're not all that important or whatever," You sarcastically reply.

"Pfft, I think I can say the same for you too, L/n," Pete says and gives you a small punch to your arm.

Both of you get lunch and then head to your usual table where just Andy was sat, reading an issue of Uncanny X-Men with one of his earbuds in.

"Hey, Andy. You're not gonna get any lunch?" You ask, placing your tray onto the table and sit next to Pete.

"Nah, not right now. I'm gonna wait for the line to clear up so I can finish this," Andy replies, taking his other earbud out and wrapping the cord around his iPod.

"Where's Joe and Patrick? Did they come by yet?" Pete talks with his mouth full, shoveling the spaghetti on his tray into his mouth.

"No, they haven't come by yet, I'm assuming both of them got stuck in computer lab, I heard the teacher's an ass so I wouldn't be surprised if they did. Hey, does the spaghetti come without the meat in the sauce or is it just that?"

"Ah okay, thanks, Andy. Yeah they have just the tomato sauce, the meat is an add on type thing," You reply, taking a bite of your food.

Andy gives a nod of affirmation and continues to read the comic in his hands.

You and Pete continue to eat, Andy soon finishes his comic to go get lunch and comes back shortly after.

"Have Patrick and Joe still not come by yet?" Andy says, as he sits back down in his seat and sets his tray down.

"Nope, nothing yet," Pete replies.

Worry began to set in your stomach, nothing could've happened to the two, except maybe Joe getting in trouble and dragging Patrick along with him.

You decide to pull your phone out and ring Patrick and after a couple of rings it goes to voicemail. You hang up and look at your phone for a moment before closing it.

"Patrick leaves his cell on silent during school, try Joe instead, or you could always go look for them." Andy says, swallowing a bite of his pasta before talking.

Shoot you forgot about that. You open your phone back up and dial Joe's number, it doing the same thing as when you tried Patrick's number.

"I'm gonna go look for them, do you guys wanna come with?" You ask, getting up from the table.

Pete looks at Andy then back at me, "Nah, I think we can just stay. Me and Andy still have to finish our food,"

You nod and walk out of the lunch hall, heading down to upstairs building C to get to the Computer Lab. Once you were at the classroom you knocked on the door, not long after the teacher opened it.

"What is it you need?" The teacher says seemingly annoyed.

"Have you seen Patrick and Joe? I believe they have you as their 3rd bell and I haven't seen them." You ask, slightly intimidated by the teacher's height and demeanor.

"They're in lunch detention right now, actually."

You let out a small 'oh' and thank her before walking back to the lunch hall. Wow, Andy must've been right about her being mean.

You return back to your table and sit back down next to Pete, sighing. "They got themselves stuck in lunch detention,"

"What? How did they do that?" Andy says, Pete snickering next to you.

"I don't know! I went to the computer lab, knocked on the door, then asked the teacher if she'd seen them or knew where they were and she just told me that they were in lunch detention," You explain, running your hands through your hair.

Pete is now laughing even louder and so is Andy, now you can't help but laugh a little with them too.

Lunch finishes and all three of you dump your trays. You grab your bag and start walking to your 4th bell History class.

As you walk in you see Patrick sitting at the table you two share with his head down. You walk to it and place your things down and sit next to him.

"What happened, Stump?" You say, placing a hand on Patrick's arm.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Patrick says with his voice muffled from still having his head down.

"Alright, I won't pry about it, but you have to put your head up so that way we can work. I can't have a partner if he's got his head buried in his arms the whole time." You chuckle, taking your hand off his arm and getting your things out of your bag.

The rest of the day went by and soon enough you were in your room blasting AFI's Sing The Sorrow album as you got ready for the dance.

You had the dress that Patrick helped you pick out and some simple makeup on, just a little bit of eyeliner on your waterline and a light coat of mascara on your bottom lashes, just leaving your top lashes curled.

You pause your music and put the CD back into its case, grabbing your phone on your way out of your room.

You spot your dad sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal, "Hey dad, how do I look? Does it look okay or should I change something about it?"

"Hey, kiddo. You look nice, that looks just fine. Let me take a picture before you head out, okay." Your dad gets up from where he was sitting and gets the camera out

You stand in front of an empty space where paintings he made were the only thing that adorned the walls behind you. You smile and he takes the picture, then he comes next to you and takes a picture of both of you.

"Alright, have fun and don't do anything stupid. Take your coat too, it's cold out." He says as he gives you a hug.

You grab your coat and tell him bye before going outside. Joe was your ride to the dance, so you waited outside for him to come. In a few minutes he pulled up with his hand me down 1998 Toyota Corolla, Andy sitting in the passenger seat.

"Hey, Joe, thanks for taking me. Hi, Andy," You say, getting into the backseat of the car.

"No problem. You stoked for it? Your date is that Mark guy, right?" Joe asks as he begins driving.

"Yeah, I guess."

"You seemed to be stoked about it yesterday, what's wrong now?" Andy asks.

You shrug your shoulders and sigh, regardless of the fact that they couldn't see you. "I dunno, I just- feel bad about leaving you guys, we've been going with each other the past two years now. And on top of that Pete won't be there either because he has a date too."

"Don't worry about us, Y/n, we'll be fine, and you can always come with us and hang out if you get tired of Mark," Andy says and Joe nods in agreement.

"It's not really that, I guess. I mean, I didn't get to ask the guy I wanted to and just kinda said yes to Mark even though I didn't want to go. To be honest the guy is a dick and I've seen how he reacts to other girls rejecting him, and I just didn't want him to spread gross lies about me like he did with the girls that said no to him."

I was stupid for saying yes, but I would've also been stupid if I said no. It was a lose, lose situation and my grave was already dug when he asked me. I'm hoping that he just ditches me and says that it was a joke that he asked me, that no one would ever ask me. You wanted to get out of that situation even if it meant him humiliating you in front of a crowd of other people. You knew that's exactly what would happen if he did do it.

"Why didn't you ask the guy you wanted to before? We had like, two weeks to do so." Joe asks, his eyes still focused on the road.

"Honestly, Joe, I don't know."

Other than the soft music coming from the radio, the rest of the ride to the school was quiet. All of you get out of the car once you make it to the car lot and park. Joe locks his car and you guys walk to the building that leads to the gym, all three of you giving your tickets to the teacher that had a table set outside.

You head into the hall and tell Andy and Joe to go on ahead while you wait for Mark. You felt uneasy about it, just as you thought on the way here, hoped that he would come to say something about you and ditch.

Mark arrived and greeted you and walked next to you until you were inside the gym. You see Pete and wave to him, then spot Joe and see Patrick peeking over to wave to you. You smile and wave back to him but it was cut short as Mark took your arm and pulled you to a spot where other guys and girls he often hung out with were standing.

God, this is not gonna be a fun night..

He introduces you to his friends. Some waved but most of them snicker and sneer at you. You shuffle in your spot uncomfortably as all of them talk to each other, not really knowing who they were and not wanting to be included in the conversations.

The band that was supposed to start the dance off with one song started to play and everyone began to clap to the beat of the beginning.

'She says, she's no good with words but I'm worse. Barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue,'

These guys are pretty good, holy shit.

'Way down with words too over dramatic. Tonight it's "It can't get much worse," Vs. "No one should ever feel like"'

You would like to dance and enjoy the music but it just wouldn't feel like it does when you were with the guys. You had no clue what to even do, you just kinda, stood there as everyone in the group just continued talking to each other.

'Dance, dance. We're falling apart to halftime. Dance, dance. And these are the lives you love to lead. Dance, this is the way they'd love, if they knew how misery loved me,'

"Hey, uh, I'm gonna go to the food table, alright?" You tell Mark awkwardly.

"Yeah, uh-huh, whatever, go do what you need to." Mark says, dismissing you with his hand and immediately going back to his conversation.

'Why don't you show me a little bit of spine. You've been saving for his mattress, love,'

You walk to the table, having to push past the crowd before getting there. You grab a cup and pour some punch into it, then grab one of the dessert cups and a spoon.

You sit at the bleachers to eat the dessert and drink your punch, throwing the empty cups and spoon into the trash once you were done and grab a dessert cup for Mark then head back to where he and his friends were.

You tap Mark on the shoulder and raise the dessert cup to him, motioning that you got it for him. "I got you one of these while I was over there."

Mark looks at you with a look on his face you can only decipher as disgust and destain. "I don't know how someone such as you can think that anyone other than your weird little friends would actually want to be next to you. I thought you were supposed to be the smart girl and somehow you still didn't get it." Mark says, laughing at me. His friends doing the same.

'Why don't you show me a little bit of spine. You've been saving for his mattress. I only want sympathy in the form of you. Crawling into bed with me,'

You look at him for a brief few seconds with a blank look on your face before shrugging. "Yeah, that's fair enough, but if you wanted a reaction out of me like all those other girls you could've at least tried a little harder. Thanks, man." You say before walking away, the dessert cup in your hand. You walk back to the table to put it back so it wouldn't go to waste and head to the bleachers. You see Andy sitting, reading one of the comics he brought with him.

You head over and sit next to him. "Hey, Andy. What are you doing here by yourself? Where's Patrick?"

"I could ask you the same. Patrick's in the mosh pit." Andy says, pointing to the pit that formed in the middle of the crowd.

"He's what? How'd that happen? He's not one for that sorta stuff. I'd expect that from Pete," You laugh.

"I think I saw someone drag him in. He was just kinda dancing by himself, I saw some girl slap Joe in the face earlier too, we can only guess why," Andy sighs, setting his comic down.

"So, what happened with Mark?"

'Dance, dance. We're falling apart to halftime. Dance, dance. And these are the lives you love to lead. Dance, this is the way they'd love,'

"He asked me just so that he could embarrass me in front of his friends," You shrug.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry that happened, dude." Andy says.

"Oh I'm fine, it only bothered me a bit but most of it was because he included you guys into it. I'm glad it happened, I get to hang out with you guys now, that is if Patrick comes out of that pit alive." You say, laughing at your own words.

"That's good, I'm glad you're okay," Andy says, picking his comic back up and continuing to read it.

'Dance, dance. Dance, dance. Dance, dance. Dance, dance.'

The song ends and the dance circles and small mosh pits begin to empty, most of everyone else going to their own group as the band starts taking all of their stuff down.

Joe makes his way to where you and Andy were sitting, a glass of punch in his hand. "Oh hey, what's up, Y/n?"

"Nothing much. What earned you a slap on the face by the way?" You ask, Andy snickering next to you, his nose still in his comic.

"We're not going to talk about that, okay.." Joe responds, rolling his eyes and taking a sip out of his cup.

Pete makes his way towards you guys with his date and introduces her to you guys. You wave and say hi, introducing yourself to her as well. She seemed like she was a nice girl.

"Y/n, what happened to Mark?" Pete asks, his hand holding the girl's.

"He just asked to try and embarrass me in front of his friends. It didn't bother me though, I was kind of expecting it honestly. I just walked away after telling him it didn't and came over here and just hung out with Andy," You explain.

Pete gives you a knowing look as a way of saying "I told you so," without saying anything. You roll your eyes at him in response and look at Amy. "So, I'm just curious, what made you say yes to Pete when he asked you to homecoming by lighting your front yard on fire?"

Pete looks at me and then back at Amy. "You don't need to answer that, how about we go and get some punch?" He says. Amy giggled as he began to pull her along with him. He glared at you before he walked away with her.

You stand up and groan a little from your aching feet that the heels were causing, turning around to look at Joe and Andy before telling them you were going to look for Patrick, earning a thumbs up from Andy.

You push past a few people to try and look for him, finally spotting him talking to some girls and then them walking away giggling and whispering to each other.

You walk up behind him and cover his eyes with your hands. "Guess who?" You whisper into his ear.

"I guess Y/n." Patrick chuckles.

You remove your hands from his eyes and he turns around, adjusting his glasses a little bit.

"You look good, Pat." You say, smoothing out his suit jacket with your hands.

"Thanks, so do you." Patrick responds. Both of you look at each other for a few seconds, not paying attention to anything else going on around you. You look away in slight embarrassment, stepping back a little and clearing your throat.

"How was your first mosh? And how did you not die?" You laugh.

"I was just kinda thrown into there unwillingly but I guess it was cool, a little more aggressive than I thought a mosh pit would be, especially for a high school homecoming pit, and I fell once and then left after that happened," Patrick says, looking at his shoes.

There was another awkward silence. You'd known each other for almost 4 years and this is probably the one time where you two didn't know what to say to each other.

"If you guys are done being weird, we were all going to get the picture taken before it starts to get too crowded," Joe says, standing in front of you two and motioning to go with him. You thanked him in your head that he broke that silence

You and Patrick follow Joe to the wall that had a fancy background for students to take pictures, where the rest of the guys, including Amy, were standing waiting for you.

"God, we've been waiting ages for you guys. What were you doing that took Joe so long to find you two?" Pete scolds. He sounded like a mother that had a teenager stay out too long after their curfew and was upset with them. Pete was just always kind of the parent of the group, though. Surprising for someone that acted like such a child sometimes.

"Shut up, Pete. We have people behind us that want to take a picture too, just get the picture taken and then we can do whatever we want afterwards." Joe says, pushing you and Patrick forward to the area as Andy hands the teacher his digital camera.

Everyone gets into their spots, Pete was next to Amy and had his arm around her waist, Joe and Andy stood next to each other smiling, and you put your hands on Patrick's left shoulder and leaned on him like you always did with these photos and smiled. The teacher counts down and takes a couple pictures to get some good shots.

"Do you guys want to do a silly one or are you all too old for that?" The teacher asks.

Everyone says yes and we all get into a new position. Andy and Joe made a heart with both of their hands and leaned towards each other like they were going to kiss, Pete and Amy had their tongues sticking out, and Patrick was holding you bridal style and you put your right arm up in a sort of cheering motion. The teacher then took those pictures and when she was finally done you all got out of position and thanked the teacher as Andy got back his camera from her.

"Let's see, did they get the pictures better than they got them last year..." Andy whispers to himself, but just audibly enough to where people next to him could hear.

You laugh to yourself as you recall last year's pictures. The teacher that was taking them took nothing but blurry pictures or ones where some of us had our eyes closed, there was only one picture that was decent enough that we printed out for ourselves.

You all look over Andy's shoulder or arm as best as you could as he went through the pictures, deleting a few blurry or bad ones here and there, and laughing at the shots of the funny ones.

"We actually got good pictures this year, guys. I'll look through them some more and print out the best ones for all of us." Andy says, turning off his camera and putting it with the rest of his stuff.

"Are you gonna want some prints too?" Andy asks Amy.

She looks at Pete for a second, and then back at Andy, "Yes please, that'd be great."

Andy sends back a thumbs up to her, and Pete takes her back to the "dance floor". That is, if you could even call it that.

"Alright, I'm gonna go find a girl to dance with, maybe more than just to dance with if I'm lucky. Peace!" Joe says before walking away.

"I don't know about that, but maybe you'll be lucky enough to earn a punch to the face this time," You call out, earning a glare and an angry grumble from Joe.

There was a silence for a minute or so after you laughed at what you said and the reaction you got from him. But it wasn't an awkward silence, just one where there was nothing to say afterwards.

Patrick takes a long and deep inhale, not letting it out before saying something. "Maybe I'll find a girl to dance with." Patrick clears his throat and and adjusts his glasses as he turns to look at you.

"I'm sure you will, Patrick. Go to the floor and ask someone." You say, smiling as you encourage him.

Patrick lets out a sigh and looks down at his feet, then back up to you, avoiding your eyes as he speaks. "I'm trying to.. What I'm trying to say is do you want to dance with me, Y/n." He stutters out at first, speaking a little faster as he says the rest. His cheeks and the tips of his ears were flushed red.

You freeze in shock and stare at him with wide eyes, your mouth was slightly agape and you would only assume that your face was probably the same shade of red, if not darker than Patrick's based off of the way you can feel your cheeks starting to burn up rather quickly.

"Um, uh, y-yeah. I'd um, I'd love to, yeah." You stutter out awkwardly, smiling at Patrick.

You look out of the corner of your eye to see Andy with his face in his hands, shaking his head as he does so.

Patrick awkwardly holds his hand out, looking everywhere but at you. You take it and walk with him to the dance floor, and just as you do, a sappy slow dance song comes on.

How on earth could this be one of the only times that a slow dance song comes on? You would've assumed that Pete might've been up to it, but it was probably some unlucky 1 out of 1,000 chance.

"Uh, Y/n? Can I please have this dance with you?" Patrick awkwardly asks. You turn your head to look at him then quickly look at your shoes after a few seconds out of embarrassment.

"Yeah, that'd be great." You say quietly with a smile. You laugh to yourself, glad that you weren't the only one that was nervous. And you had no idea how, but you felt your cheeks getting even hotter than they were before.

You and Patrick face towards each other and you awkwardly place your hands on his shoulders. It was especially awkward when Patrick asked if he could put his hands on your waist.

You both stayed silent and avoided eye contact for the first couple of moments of you dancing together. And no matter how much you were enjoying it, how euphoric it felt, you just couldn't look at him. Though not in a bad way.

You finally look at each other and Patrick gives you a nervous smile, his cheeks still a reddish tint.

You smile back at him and wrap your arms loosely around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. It was a bold move even for yourself, and you quickly regret it, wondering if it might've been too bold of a move.

Patrick stiffens a bit, but quickly relaxes and proceeds to dance with you, slowly swaying with you to the music.

"Hey, Patrick. Can I tell you something?" You say, your voice shaking a little.

"Yeah, go ahead." Patrick says just as equally nervous, or at least it sounded like it.

You think for a moment, debating whether if you should tell him what you were going to say or not, then finally deciding you should.

"You can't laugh at me or anything, please." You hesitate for a second. Patrick looks at you with his brows furrowed, what seemed to be a confused look.

"Um, I like you. More than one should be for being just friends with someone. I- what I'm trying to say is that I like you romantically." You admit, shutting your eyes closed in fear for what his face would turn into.

Patrick stops dancing, yet not letting go of you and stays silent for a few moments. You open your eyes to look at him, knitting your eyebrows together to try and pinpoint what exactly his expression was, but not being able to.

Patrick pulls you closer and gently places a shaky hand on your cheek and leans in to kiss you, his lips touching yours.

You freeze for a moment in shock, but ease into it and kiss him back, wrapping your arms a little more tightly around the back of his neck to pull him down, deepening the kiss.

It was definitely an inexperienced kiss, not that you would know that, being this was your first, but it soon turned into a more enjoyable one.

You two pull back, breathing just a little heavier than you normally would. You two looked at eachother, laughing lightly to yourself as you feel the high of exhilaration.

Both of you don't say anything the rest of the song, you just continue to dance holding each other closely, your face buried into his neck and his cheek pressed to your hair.

The song ends, too quickly for your own liking, and another upbeat pop song starts to play.

You hold onto each other for a while longer.

"Do you wanna go back to the bleachers?" You ask, finally pulling away from him.

"Yeah, there's not really much to dance to with this music, it's kinda weird when everyone else isn't with us." Patrick replies, adjusting his glasses.

You smile and slip your hand into his, walking with Patrick to the bleachers where Andy was.

Patrick stops when you two were a few feet away from the bleachers. "Am I just going insane, or do I see Andy making out with that girl over there."

"I was just thinking the same thing." You say, your mouth slightly agape at the sight.

Someone from behind grabs your shoulder, you turn around to see who it was and to no surprise, it was Pete.

"Hey guys, what are you two doing standing here like weirdos? Why aren't you guys dancing together?" Pete says, shaking both yours and Patrick's shoulder gently.

"Because we were just looking at that." Patrick says, briefly pointing at the scene happening on the bleachers.

Pete looks in between you and Patrick to look. "Oh wow, they're really going for it, huh? When did that happen?" He says, seemingly having the same reaction as you and Patrick did.

"We have no clue. We came here to plan on sitting with Andy and it was just already kind of happening. Oh, by the way, where's your little girlfriend, by the way?" You ask, teasing Pete.

Pete rolls his eyes at you and his face quickly turns into one of what you immediately recognised as mischief, one that induced fear upon you. He was about to say or do something you knew you wouldn't like or be happy about.

"How was that kiss by the way? It looked like you two really enjoyed it, me and Amy are happy for you! Maybe we should tell the guys so they can congratulate you guys too!" Pete says enthusiastically with a shit eating grin on his face.

Patrick looks at you with a mortified look, you mirror his expression and turn back to Pete. You couldn't find any snarky remark to say back to Pete, you were just completely speechless after what he had just said.

Amy walks up to Pete and taps him on the shoulder and puts her hand in his when he notices it's her.

"Hey guys! Are you having fun! I saw you two dancing a little while ago." Amy says, a sweet smile on her face.

"Oh uh, hey Amy. Yeah, yeah, we're having fun. Um, what about you?" You ask, stumbling over your words a bit, still thinking about what Pete said.

"Thats good. Me and Pete going to go back to dance, do you guys want to come with us? The dance is about to end in 15 minutes."

You open your mouth to talk only to have Patrick beat you to a response.

"No, we're alright. But thank you for asking, Amy." Patrick replies.

"Alright, have fun! If you need us we'll be somewhere in there." Amy says, grabbing Pete's arm and dragging him to the dance floor. Pete looks over his shoulder and sticks his tongue out at you and Patrick.

"Do you wanna go outside?" Patrick asks, a small smile on his face.

"Yeah, yeah. It's kind of noisy in here." You respond, following along with Patrick. You slipped your hand into his as you continued to walk with him.

You now realized just how sweaty you were. You don't know if it was because of how hot it was inside of the gym or if it was because you were with Patrick. Now that you think about it, it's kind of gross.

As you walk out the doors, you feel the cool wind blow on your face, immediately cooling down how hot your cheeks felt. You both sit down on the grass.

There was a calm silence around you, only having faint music playing from the gym and distant chatter of students and teachers keeping the noise present.

"I would've never thought that would've ever happened." Patrick says, a faint blush on his face as he looked in the distance.

"What? Pete finally getting a girlfriend or Andy making out with that girl?" You snort.

Patrick looks at you and rolls his eyes. "Well, yeah maybe the Pete part, but I mean us. It sounds so cliche but I wouldn't think that I would ever get to, well y'know.." Patrick shrugs.

The way the moonlight illuminated his face made the light freckles peppered across his face more visible, and the way it made the colour of his eyes look all the more beautiful. The chill of the wind made his nose slightly red, and his cheeks had a flush to them.

You smile and look at him. "Honestly, me either. But I'm glad it did."

"I don't know what they put in that punch because I do NOT remember being that confident or bold." You add on, laughing a bit.

You lay down on the grass and look up at him, admiring his features like you did the same way you did the day he was helping you pick out your dress, except when he looked at you this time, you didn't look away.

"It's kind of cold." Patrick says, rubbing the tip of his nose.

You smile and laugh, getting up. "Do you want to go back inside?"

"No, I think I'm ready to go back home. It's too crowded and hot in the gym and too cold out here." Patrick replies, getting up off of the grass and offering you a hand to pull you up from the grass.

"I agree with you there. Do you think you can drive me to my house?" You get up, brushing your dress of from any dirt of dead grass that may have stuck onto the fabric.

Patrick nods and you both walk to his car.

"Should we say bye to the guys before we leave?" You say, getting into the passenger seat of his car and closing the door.

"No I think they should be fine. And Pete would probably just tease us." Patrick says and starts his car, pulling out and exiting the car lot to get onto the road.

The drive to your house was almost the same as the ride Joe gave you to the school, but it wasn't an awkward silence that filled the car but rather a pleasant and calm one.

After about 10 minutes of driving Patrick pulled into your driveway. Both of you got out, as Patrick had insisted on walking you to your doorstep.

"Thank you, Patrick. I had fun with you tonight."

"Yeah, of course. I had fun with you too." Patrick smiles.

You grab onto Patrick's shoulders and lean towards him, gently placing a peck on his cheek, pulling him into a hug after.

"Goodnight, Patrick. I'll talk to you later on, okay?" You say, burying your face into his shoulder.

"Goodnight, Y/n. I'll talk to you later." Patrick says, placing a kiss to your temple.

You two break the embrace and you turn around to open your door, walking into your house and closing the door.

All of the lights were off and it was silent, so you would only assume that your dad was already asleep.

You take off your shoes and take them in your hands and walk into your bedroom.

You close your door and change out of your clothes, throwing them into your hamper and changing into your pajamas.

You smile to yourself as you recall the events of the night, only to be interrupted by a knock at your door.

"Yes?" You shout before opening your door.

"Your friend Andy is on the phone right now, he wanted to talk to you. Here, can you bring it back to me when you're done?" Your dad says, handing you his phone.

"Yeah, of course, dad. Thank you." You say before going to sit onto your bed.

"Hey, Andy, what's up?" You say, holding the phone to your ear.

"Where are you? We've been looking for you for like 15 minutes now." Andy says worriedly.

"I'm at home right now, Patrick drove me. Why didn't you call my cell?"

"Because when I called you I heard your phone ringing in your bag. You left your bag and jacket over here and we thought you were still here because it was left here on the bleachers." Andy scolded.

"Shit! I'm sorry, dude. I didn't mean to worry you." You apologize.

"It's fine. But I'm kind of upset you didn't say bye to me. Do you want me to drop your stuff off later?"

"I'm sorry, I should've said bye. I'll make it up to you, Andy I promise. But if you could bring my stuff for me later on tomorrow that would be awesome."

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight, Andy. Thank you."

"No problem." Andy says, hanging up.

You shut the phone and get up, walking to your dads room to put his phone onto his nightstand and walk back to your room.

You close your door and pull your covers up and slip into your bed, immediately falling asleep due to the exhilaration of the night wearing off.

<Now playing - Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy>

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AN; I think I started this in early December and now it's already the third of February so it's been a process. I'm sorry this took me so long to post but it's probably one of my longest works and because I also kept hitting parts of the story that I had no clue what to write. I do hope that you enjoyed it, though. I also have another Patrick Stump x Reader fic that you could find in my masterlist.

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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.”

[i-am-arkham-asylum]

Chapters: 3/8 Fandom: Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Bandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mikey Way/Pete Wentz Characters: Pete Wentz, Mikey Way, Gerard Way, Patrick Stump, Frank Iero, Joe Trohman, Gabe Saporta, Ryan Ross Additional Tags: Marriage, Social Media, Long-Distance Relationship, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Coming Out, Period-Typical Homophobia, Drug Addiction, Established Relationship Summary:

peteisnotacreep.livejournal.com April 1, 2007

//dear m, 

i’m told to describe home and i keep coming up with bitten fingernails, the smell of hairspray under a flat iron, and teeth across my jugular. by that i mean home is a people, or at least a person. wine stains on the couch, the dent from when you spread me out across the counter top. my memory is a broken record, coming back to the stairs to my childhood home, by which i mean that home is a place where we are always moving towards each other. i remember the white board in the kitchen and how we are always telling each other to hold this one life tightly. 

i click the my heels three times and ask to go home.//

[the internet in a world where Mikey Way and Pete Wentz got together in 2005 - and then stayed together]