#patrick was really so happy that joe was back im gonna cry my eyes out

[moogshootingstarhat]

new joetrick hug angle from wrigley before chicago is so two years ago !!! [x]

[saltynemo]

Break Up PT.2

WHATADO Everybody, its your boi Nemo back at it again with another fanfiction. Excuse my French but HOLY SH*T! Break-Up got like 65 notes. Damn, Ily guys so much. But  anyway, heres pt.2 since I left you all with a cliff hanger, and a surprise at the end ;)

Summery: Brendon decides to give Y/n some fresh air, and they both go out together. Unexpectedly, they see a familiar face

Type: Fluff?

Warnings: Cussing, A little angst at the end, lots of flirting, I think that's about it

Requested?: Yes

Word Count: 3k (3,007 words)

PT.1

So, without further a do, P-P-P-P-PLAY IT

I clench my fists, shaking uncontrollably. I start walking towards Audrey at a fast pace. Patrick apparently sees what I was going to do, so he raced for me. He held my arms, making me stop my movements. "Pete, kick her out" Pat said, rubbing my arms. Pete nodded, walking towards Audrey and Brendon. He grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her away from Brendon. "Dont let the door hit you on the way out" Pete added, pushing her out the door and slamming it. He sighed in relief that she was gone. We all heard pounding on the other side of the door, and alot of profanities. Patrick let go of me and stepped aside. I walked over to Brendon, who was at the verge of crying. "Desperate bitch" He muttered, looking up to me. I lighlty smiled at his comment. "Cmon, guys! That ass is gone, lets go back to the movie." Josh, Tyler, Andy, and Joe all yelled from the couch. "Lets just all calm down and relax" Pete said, heading towards the couch aswell. Me and Brendon layed a blanket and pillows down on the floor, since it was crouded on the couch. Brendons head was on my stomach so he was facing the TV. I played with his hair while he was dozing off to sleep. "Goodnight, Y/n" Brendon sighed. "Good night, Bren" I added, circling my finger on his forhead. I got tired of playing with Brendons head, so I stopped my actions and also dozed off to sleep. I fell asleep to the sound of some guy getting his ass beat from the TV, and Brendons snoring.

I opened my eyes slowly, seeing a ray of sunshine infront of me. Brendon was still laying on my stomach. He was rubbing my leg slowly. "How long have you been up" I whisper to him. "Too long" He replies, smiling up to me. "Im gonna go get some cereal" He says, getting up and creeping towards the kitchen. I follow him, since everyone else was still sleeping. He grabs 2 bowls as I grab the milk and cereal box. "Waffle Crisps?" Brendon says. "Thats all we have right now" I whisper back. We both set up 'breakfeast' and eat together. "So, when will the boys be up" I whisper, wanting to go outside. "They usually sleep in late..so I dont know. Maybe we can sneak out and do something" Brendon says back, winking. I blush at his comment, but think about it as well. "Maybe we can hang out at the mall, Its not like we have anything important to do" I request, stirring my cereal. "Sounds great!" He says, making it come out louder than it should have. "Shh, we dont wanna wake up the children do we" I joke, getting up from my seat. Brendon quietly laughs at my comment, getting up as well to put the dishes away. "Im gonna go get ready" I say, jogging to my bag. "Same, Ill be out in a few" Brendon says, heading towards his pile of clothes. I grab a lazy outfit and go into the bathroom to change. I didnt want to over dress, so I put on an oversized P!ATD hoodie with black skinny jeans. I unlock the bathroom door, so Brendon can walk in at any time. I put on some light make-up, just to look presentable. I run back out to the living room to grab my phone and wallet. "You ready?" Brendon says. I look over to him in shock. Hes wearing almost exactly what I am. "Im not changing, so we either go out like this or you change" I say in a stern, but funny, tone. "Im not changing either, so we will just have to live with it" Brendon says back, rolling his eyes. I laugh lightly. "Lets go" I sigh, but laughing a little afterwards.

Me and Brendon sneak out of the building and walk down the street. His car was parked a long ways away from here, so we had a little walking to do. Brendon put his arm around me so his fingers brushed across my back. "You ok?" I ask. "Yea-yea im fine" He replies, taking his hand away. I shrug it off and continue to walk with him.

Once we reach his car, I hop in and quickly grab the aux chord before he does. "I swear if you play 'Penis Sized Nipples' again, Ill drop you off somewhere far away from here" He warns, laughing a bit. I chuckle at his comment, thinking of what to put on. "I got something youll like. Its not trash from my perspective" I say, looking up the song on my phone. I put 'Taco Bell Saga' in the search title, trying not to lose my cool. I click the first video that comes up. "FAST FOOD GREASY TACO I LOVE" Blasts in the car. Brendon jumps in suprise, laughing hard. "NACHO BELL GRANDE CHEESY GORDITA" I begin to sing/scream. Brendon soon catches his breathe and yells with me, "I LIKE YOUR NACHOS LIKE DIARRHEA" He screams, pulling the car out onto the road. "MAN I REALLY LIKE TACO BELL" We both scream as we drive to the mall. The whole car ride, we were being stared at and being told to pay attention to the road. I really didnt care. I was with Brendon and thats all that mattered.

We made it to the mall, with our voices raspy from our screaming. It was fun though. I put my phone back in my pocket and walked with Brendon to the front door. "Can I get Dip n Dots?!" I ask, once I see a Dip N Dots booth. "Sure, I can go for some too" He replies, holding my hand and dragging me to the Cafiteria. Before we can make it, were hit with an excited voice. "BRENDON!!" A voice shouts. We both turn, expecting to see a fangirl. But it was better than that; It was Dallon Weekes [(Idc if I spelt it wrong lol)]!! "DALLON" Me and Brendon both shout to eachother. We make a group hug. It took us about 5 minutes for us to let go. "I havent seen you in like forever! How have you been!!" I yell, fist bumping him. He chuckles and we all talk together. We all started talking about the band, girlfriends/boyfriends, and just fun stuff. We began walking around the mall, messing with security guards and what not. We just did what teenagers would do.

After about running around the mall for 2 hours, I started getting tired. "My feeet hurrrrttt" I whine to the boys. "Deal with it" Brendon says, snickering. "Dalllooon, can you carry meeeeee?" I whine like a baby. "No, your like how old?? 25?" He says, laughing. "Awww is my poor girl upset" Brendon chimes in, laughing. I keep whining untill Dallon gives in. "Fine, Come here, you big baby" He says. He bends down a little, so I can piggy back him. "Why cant I get carried? Im tired too" Brendon says, pushing Dallon a little. "Because he loves me more" I joke, ruffling Dallons Hair.

We continue walking, untill I spot something. "HOT TOPIC!!" I yell, pointing. Both the boys jump, Dallon nearly dropping. "WHAT IS IT" Brendon yells. We get serveral eyes on us, people thinking 'Dumb Kids'. "MOVE BRENDON, DALLON WEEKES IS COMING. HURRY UP" I scream again, pointing to Hot Topic. Everyone laughs as Dallon walks fast to the front doors of Hot Topic. Im Emo trash so Hot Topic was like my home. He drops me, tired of carrying me. "How much do you weigh" He jokes. I push him and smile. "GUYS, MAKE WAY, THE EMO QUEEN IS HERE" I shout, running straight to the Emo Band T-Shirts. Everyone laughs again as I sprint to the back of the store. I go crazy, ignoring my bank account and money situiation.

Once I am finished shopping, I check out to the cashier. My total came to 210.75...I really let myself go. As I was handing the lady my card, Brendon grabs it and holds it over my head. He gives her his card instead. "Hey! Im paying for this! Not you" I yell, trying to get my card. "Try me, Suger" He replies, getting the recipt. I hold him by his ear as I grab my bag. I march him out of the store, Dallon follows along snickering. "I dont like to owe people!" I yell at him while I let go of his ear. He just stares blankly at my face, like what I said meant nothing to him. I got annoyed, "Hey, I said I-" I begin to say. All of the sudden, Brendon grabs my face and kisses me. Im put into utter shock, not being able to move. "Im gonna go to the bathroom" He says, breaking away and walking to the restrooms. "Didnt know that shot of Vodka would do that to him" Dallon mutters, kicking his feet on the ground. I break out of my shock and turn to him, "Shots of Vodka??" I ask, raising a brow. "While you went on your shopping spree, we decided to sneak out and take a couple of drinks in the bar down the street" He says, turning to me. "How long was I shopping??" I nearly yelled to him. Dallon laughed but then answered me, "Like about an hour, you went crazy!" He said, laughing more. I soon joined in with him, nearly falling down. Maybe I was drunk too. I steady myself on Dallons shoulder, trying to catch my breathe. Brendon comes back, drying his hands on his shirt. "What time is it?" I ask, standing up straight. "Oh, its...7:00?!" Brendon shrieks, shocked at how late it is. "Oh my Josh, Im so Dun right now" Dallon yells, almost falling on the floor from laughing. "Shut up! Thats so cringy" I say to him, laughing too. Me, Brendon, and Dallon are all laughing messes, falling on the floor and just loosing our shit.

Once we catch our breathe, we all stand back up. "Well, me and Y/n wanna go somewhere else before we go home. Wanna join?" Brendon asks Dallon. "Nah, sorry. I gotta be somewhere" He replies, grabbing his stuff off the ground. "Cya around then!" I cheer, hugging him before I go back to Brendon. Brendon fists bumps him and we say goodbye. "So, where do you wanna go? Dallon told me about a bar down the street" I say, nudging him. "Yea, sounds fun! Lets go there!" Brendon cheers, holding my hand. Why is so attracted to me all of the sudden? Maybe he is just happy im here, I shouldnt get my hopes up.

Once at the bar, It was kind of empty at first. "Cmon" Brendon says, taking my arm. He knows I dont drink that much, why did I even suggest this? Me and Brendon sit on the side of the bar. "Can I have 2 T-" Brendon says, before relizing who the bar tender is. Its Audrey..she really let her self go. Cakey make-up,a shirt that is way too tight for her, blue eyeliner, and very skinny jeans. Suprised she fit in those. "Oh, who look who it is..Brendon" She says with a smirk. "T-two tequilas" He stutters out, quickly turning away. I give Brendon a "Oh Shit" look before turning away as well. "Sure thing, sexy-thang" She replies, making our drinks. "First of all, you know ill get drunk as hell if i drink Tequila, second of all, I had know clue she works here" I whisper in Brendons ear. Brendon laughs lightly, "We didnt come here to be sober, your getting drunk tonight. I dont care if we have to get a taxi" He replied, turning back to the bar. "Heres your drinks" Audrey says with a wink. Brendon rolls his eyes at her and hands me the drink. "I dont wanna get that drunk tonight though.." I sigh, stirring it. "Dont be a whimp, just drink it" He laughs, taking a sip. "But Bren-" He takes my drink and holds it up to my lips, leaning it so the alchohal pours into my mouth. "Down the hatch, babe" He mutters, making me chug the drink. He takes the glass away from my lips and puts it on the table. "Damnit Bren" I say, chuckling a small bit. I whipe my mouth and glance at Audrey. Her expression is full on jelousy. "2 more!" Brendon calls out to Audrey. She scoffs and starts making them. "Brendon! i swear" "Your getting hammered tonight...WERE getting hammered tonight" He says, ruffling my hair. I roll my eyes, turning so im facing the bar. "Here you go" Audrey sighs, placing down the drink roughly. I stare at the moving alchohal for what seems forever, untill Brendon talks. "If you dont drink that your self, Ill spoon feed you it" He says, already chugging down his drink. I sigh and put the glass to my lips. I, suprisingly, chug all of the Tequila down. Brendon pats my back in praise, almost making me spit the liquid out of my mouth. I already see Brendon getting drunk. His eyes look tired and hes stumbling kind of. I already feel dizzy since im a lighthead. Tonights going to be a long night...

*TIME SKIP Brought to you by Andy's beard*

Im hammered as hell. Me and Brendon both. We have been slurring back and fourth to eachother, most of them being flirts-since we dont even know what were doing. "You-you remind me of my pinky toe" Brendon slurrs, downing his drink. "Why is that" I ask with a smirk, knowing the answer already. "Because your small, fragile *hiccup* and will probably be banged againts my coffee table later tonight" He says with a wink. We both laugh at how dumb we look compared to the rest of the bar. Except for Audrey, she was a bull who just saw a red cape. She was so angry I thought she was going to strangle me right then and there. "I got one" I say, nearly dropping my 5th tequila. "Are you a lit candle?" I ask, resting my hand on his thigh. He smirks, placing his drink down on the table. "Because on my birthday, I wanna blow you" I slurr. "Nice one, but I *hiccup* got a good joke" He says, holding my hand thats on his thigh. "Wait! Let me go again, I want a nother chance" I say, looking into his eyes. "Fine, I cant say no to you" Brendon replies, looking back into mine. I laugh a little at how hammered we are. I grab my drink again and finish it off. "What does a Scientist plant in a garden?" "A Chemis-tree!" I cheer, throwing my head back and laughing. Brendon didnt laugh though, he just kept staring at me. I looked back to him, "Oh-cmon that was funny" I say, looking back to him. "Sorry, Y/n. Its just that your beauty caught me off guard" He says in a romantic tone. "Oh-shut up, your so cringy" I laugh, pushing him a little..he didnt budge. "Your just so hot when your drunk" He mutters to me. "You made me this way" I say, chuckling. "Just-god damn it" He said before roughly kissing me. I tried to kiss back, but it was hard to match the pace of his movements. He pulled away after what seemed like forever, "Thanks, I needed that" Brendon said, adjusting his sitting position. I was still for a minute, thinking about what Brendon just did and what I just did. "You ok?" Brendon chuckles, seeing my state of mind. "I need another drink" I say, laughing. "I think you had eno-" "2 shots of whiskey" I interupt him, asking Audrey for another drink. She glares at me, only walking away to get the glasses. "Jesus, Y/n. Whiskeys pretty rough, you know?" He says in a concerned tone. "Aww, is my poor little Brendon too much of a pussy to get one more drink?" I say with a smirk. "Whoa whoa whoa, who are you callin a softy?" He says, holding up a hand. "You heard me" I reply, smirking more. Audrey slams the shots down infront of us; it was obviouse she was mad. "Down the hatch, babe" I mock, putting the glass to my lips and drinking it. He just smiles and downs his shot glass too.

Me and Brendon went back to slurring our jokes and flirts to eachother. But half way through our conversation, I noticed I had to use the restroom. "What do you call a *hiccup* pretty girl on a drummers arm?" "A Tattoo!" He slurrs, almost dropping his empty glass. I fake laugh, noticing I really had to go. "Im gonna use the restroom" I say, strolling over to the ladies bathroom. I sway my hips a little bit-but not too much-just to give Brendon a hint. I dont know what kind of hint, but just some kind of a hint. Once I turn a corner to where the restrooms were, I saw Satan. Shit. It was Audrey, casually holding a beer bottle in her hand. "Hey, Y/n. Hows life with Brenny?" She says in a bitchy tone. "Please-im not going to do this now" I simply say, trying to get past her. She blocks the door, "Hey, Im not done with you just yet" She says, stopping me. "Look, Im not in the mood to have a brawl with you out in the middle of a bar. I have to pee" I say, pushing her out the way and walking into the ladies restroom. "Hey im not done with you yet!" She yells to me. I keep walking, ignoring her and pretty much everything. "Thats it!" Audrey screams. Then, suddenly, something strikes my head, and shatters. Im left in complete darkness.

(Surprise surprise, another cliff hanger HAHAHAH, Ill make a Break Up PT.3 If you request, and maybe Ill make it smutty who knows. But I hope you liked it and cya next time :D)

[semisweetfics]

Baby Boy Can’t Lift His Headache Head (Isn’t It Tragic?)

Trans ! Pete AU based off @night-time-drabbles headcannons :) Set during IOH (?) 

A shitty interview leads to cuddling and a most likely broken hand

TW: violence, transphobia, body image, depression, negativity, misgendering, angst, hurt and comfort, angst with a happy ending 

Pete looked forward to the interview at first. He had started growing stubble, which had earned him compliments from the rest of the band. Every time Patrick walked past he’d smile, or brush his fingers across Pete’s jaw. It made the older man blush just thinking about those calloused fingertips on his skin.

He was excited though, because it would air on MTV, so everyone would so how well things were going with T. He was really proud of how he looked so far, and almost wanted to show off.

It started going badly almost immediately, however. The two people interviewing them asked about the new album at first, but that quickly went downhill.

With fake smiles, the blond man turned his attention to Pete.

“So! A lot of attention in the press shoots for this album are on you, the heartthrob of emo! How does it feel to be one of the most popular female bassists of the century?”

Pete felt Patrick tense beside him, and his own stomach churned. He tried to laugh it off. “I don’t really think I’m that good of a bass player. Besides, I’m not.. I’m not a girl bass player.”

The guy laughed, looking over at his co-host. She gave him a puzzled look, glancing at Pete in concern. The interview went on, Patrick’s answers slightly shorter now, but he remained polite. Until the next slip up, of course.

“So, Patrick, I understand that you wrote a lot of the melodies, and she wrote the lyrics? How well does that process work for you two?”

Patrick’s eyes narrowed, and his tone was cold when he answered. “I’m not sure where you got your sources, but Pete here writes the lyrics. He’s very good at what he does, too. We work well together, also, even though we argue in the studio a lot.”

The man laughed, brushing off Patrick’s remarks.

“Yeah, women get kind of bossy in the workplace don’t they.”

At this point everyone was staring at this douchebag. Pete felt sick, bile rising up to his throat, but Patrick was visibly shaking. He glared at the cameraman, who cut immediately, calling for commercial. The female co-host stood and turned on her heel immediately, stomping away.

Patrick stood, fists clenched as he glared at the now confused interviewer.

“Look, asshole, I don’t know how fucking ignorant one person can be, but you apparently seem to be to an extraordinary case, so let me explain it to you very clearly,” Patrick stepped forward, a tiny ball of rage, and Pete caught his arm, afraid that he’d get arrested again.

“Pete motherfucking Wentz is a man, and more of a man than you ever fucking will be. If you ever dare to disrespect him, or anyone else for that matter, again, I will personally make sure that you never work again, you got that? Think I won’t pull the famous musician card, fucking try me.”

Patrick grabbed his jacket and Pete’s hand and stormed out, dragging a visibly upset Pete Wentz behind him. He didn’t make eye contact with anyone until they got back to the bus.

Patrick all but kicked the door down, making Andy and Joe jump up from the couch.

“Dude, the fuck?”

Pete waved him off, eyes stinging. Patrick screamed in frustration, punching the wall before sitting on the floor, knees up to his chest. Andy and Joe stared at him in shock, and Pete hurridly pulled them aside.

“The, um.. The interview didn’t go well.. Go get the manager? Tell.. Tell him we..” Pete swallowed, close to tears. Andy seemed to understand, because he nodded, looking at Joe before they both left.

Pete turned to Patrick as soon as the door closed, tentatively dropping to the floor beside him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, trying to get the golden haired boy to look at him. Patrick was so upset; Pete hadn’t seen him that angry in a long time. He hated that this was his fault, that because of him Patrick probably hurt his hand and they were gonna be in so much trouble with their interviewer for making a scene with the interviewer.

Patrick sighed, dropping his arms to look up at Pete. He seemed tired now, sadder.

“Pete.. I’m sorry for over reacting. This.. This isn’t your fault man.” Pete shook his head, tears threatening to overflow as he looked at the floor. He cleared his throat, trying to direct the attention from himself.

“Did.. How bad is your hand?” Pete reached for it carefully, fingers barely brushing Patrick’s bruised and bloodied knuckles. The singer shook his head, smiling wryly at Pete.

“Doesn’t matter. Are you okay?” His blue eyes seemed to pierce straight through Pete, and the bassist shook his head, looking down sadly.

“It’s never gonna get better, is it, Trick?” Pete shifted, sitting cross-legged beside his best friend. “No one is ever.. Nothing I do will be enough, no one sees me as a boy..”

Patrick’s hands cradled Pete’s jaw now, forcing him to look up.

“Peter Wentz. That’s fucking bullshit,” he said softly, making Pete laugh dryly,” Pete. It doesn’t fucking matter what some asshole says, or the tabloids, or anything. You’re a boy, a really fucking amazing guy at that. There are cis guys that would kill to look the way you do, to be half the man that you are. That guy, and everyone like him, are just insecure ignorant wastes of air.”

Pete squeezed his eyes shut, nodding. Patrick’s arms were around him in an instant, letting Pete cry softly into his shoulder. After a moment he tapped Pete on the back, softly rubbing circles on his cheek with his thumb.

“Let’s go to the bunk..?” He suggested, giving Pete a small smile. The bassist nodded, standing up and following Patrick to his bunk. The singer climbed in first, shifting pillows around so that Pete could crawl in. The bassist looked at him once gratefully before frowning.

“I.. I should probably um.. My binder..”

Patrick nodded in understanding, smiling at him encouragingly. “If you don’t want me to see I’ll close my eyes Pete. It’s getting closer and closer to your surgery man, and then you won’t have to worry about it anymore.”

Pete nodded, smiling gratefully at his friend. Patrick closed his eyes immediately, prompting Pete to strip. He shrugged his jacket off, throwing it on the floor, followed by his t-shirt and tank top. The binder was last, as always was difficult to get off, but he managed without stumbling this time. When he was done and had changed into a different t-shirt, he crawled in beside Patrick, curling in close.

The singer wrapped his arms around Pete instantly, squishing the bassist to his chest. Pete tucked his head under Patrick’s chin, content on listening to him breathe for a moment.

Patrick’s fingers started pulling gently through his hair, other arm still tight around his waist. He was warm and comforting, just like he always was on night when Pete couldn’t sleep.

Patrick had become a constant source of comfort for Pete, actually. Since they met, Patrick had been strongly, and violently, at times, supportive of him. He researched it extensively; Pete had caught him in his bunk several times, reading articles or blogs on his laptop. Patrick helped or supported Pete when he explained it to the rest of the band too, and then to everyone’s families.

Pete felt Patrick squeeze him for a moment, and looked up at him in confusion. Patrick was staring at him seriously, fingers brushing against the stubble on his cheek.

“You’re the bravest guy I know, you know that, right?” Pete rolled his eyes, prompting Patrick to continue.

“Seriously, Pete, listen. No one else puts up with the shit that you do. I mean,” he sighed, chewing his lip,”I get shit for looking the way I do, but it.. It’s no where near the shit you go through, y’know?”

Pete shook his head, kissing Patrick’s forehead affectionately, making the singer flush deep red.

“Trick, doesn’t matter. You don’t deserve to be sad man, you’re too good for that shit.”

“You are too, jackass.” Patrick’s eyes narrowed before he squeezed Pete again, leaning forward to put his forehead against Pete’s. Pete’s eyes closed, and he hugged Patrick tightly.

“Love you, fucker.” The singer whispered, making Pete smile.

“Love you too Trick.”

The singer hummed, kissing Pete’s nose once before pulling back, letting him get comfortable. Patrick started singing as soon as he was settled, fingers pulling through Pete’s hair softly. The bassist fell asleep quickly, listening to the quiet thrumming of Patrick’s heartbeat.

AN: i could post more but it’s late and im gonna be busy tomorrow, so i leave you with this. May post to ao3 and wattpad too for the hell of it.