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Naughty or Nice - Pete Wentz x Reader

Prompt: N: Naughty or nice? (How has your character been this past year? Are they a trickster or a good of heart?) (from this list)   Reader: Reader and Pete are married and have kids but no pronouns or gender specific terms are used Word count: 668

It was supposed to be a way to get the kids to bed. You knew that. Pete knew that. But instead? Absolute havoc.

Admittedly: most kids were all nice and followed their parents' instructions once they were reminded that Santa Clause would bring gifts only to the nice kids. And this close to Christmas, with decorations being put up all over the house, you had seriously expected it to work. Instead your five and three year old sons froze on the spot where they had been rolling around in their pyjamas on the carpet and the moment they looked up to you with shining eyes you knew you had messed up somewhere along the short way of a simple sentence.

“If naughty kids don’t get any presents from Santa,” the slow way the older of the two spoke even attracted Pete’s attention who had been sitting on the sofa scrolling on his phone, “then does Dad get any presents?”

Oh.

Shit.

“Uh, I guess,” you answered carefully, already knowing what direction this was about to go into. Judging by Pete’s widened eyes, so did he.

“But...” the three year old seemed to have caught up on his brother’s plan, “he was pretty naughty this year.”

Trying not to laugh, you raised an eyebrow at your husband who tried to sink as deep into the sofa cushions as possible.

“Oh really,” you mused, knowing they were about to tell you all the things Pete had done and successfully hidden from you. “I thought he was rather good this year. He planted lots of veggies for us to watch grow and eat, and he went on many hiking trips with us, and he read us many good night stories,...”

Taking the chance of the kids not jumping around wildly, you picked up the younger one into your arms, carrying him towards the kids’ bedroom. The older one followed without you having to say anything. And so did Pete, knowing he was about to be exposed.

“Daddy fell into the pool,” the child in your arms started telling you excitedly. “He still had his clothes on, and, and then he went into the house, and everything was wet and then he said it was the dog.”

Putting your son down on the bed you turned to Pete who stood in the door.

“I-”

“And!” His defence was interrupted by his older son, “We all played soccer in the living room, and he kicked that frame off the wall and said it was an earthquake.”

The excitement in the children’s eyes was precious. Somehow they even automatically tucked themselves in while spilling all of their father’s wrong doings over the past year.

“And he bought us chocolate pudding,” the younger one went on, “even after we’ve had sweets at home.”

“And you ate it!” Pete screeched as if his biggest secret had just been exposed.

“You told us too!” the five years old defended.

“Okay, okay, that's enough now,” you decided, lifting your hands up in the air. “I’m sure Santa knew all these things already, and will make sure Dad gets the correct amounts of presents.”

“What about us,” the two asked at the same time.

“Oh, Santa knows that you’ve been going to bed just like I asked right now, so maybe that will make up for eating chocolate pudding even after already having had sweets.”

You winked at them and kissed their small foreheads, wishing them a good night. Pete did the same, gently tucking the blankets in place before turning on the night light and switching off the ceiling lights.

Once you were back in the living room, you turned to face him.

“An earthquake, really?”

“Well…” embarrassedly he rubbed his neck.

“It was our wedding picture,” you scolded, trying not to laugh at how guilty Pete looked.

“I got it fixed,” he reminded you, pointing to the picture above the fireplace.

Rolling your eyes, you laughed a little. “Remind me again: why did i marry you?”

“Hey!”

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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.

[mightystumpmachine]

Hey There! I was reading your Patrick stump requests and there are some that I really liked! I will be writing them after this week <3 In other news!! I found a fic that I wrote a few years ago, also about Patrick (don't be surprised) . It is a fic inspired by the movie "Just like Heaven" so if you saw it you will know where the plot will go. It's about a girl who moves into her new apartment without knowing that she will meet the Ghost? From the previous owner (which will be Patrick obviously) I also clearly changed many things, It won't be the copy of the movie u know, so if you are interested let me know!!! Also requests are still open for any type of request about Patrick. (How many times did I name Patrick in this post?) ok, I think that's it. Xoxo love ya!

[collieii]

pete wentz x female reader imagine

[barringtonishigh]

alright bet: Pete Wentz (pre hiatus) x fem scene reader headcanons

OH I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS SO MUCH I LOVE THIS AHHH ANYWAY

Pete Wentz x Scene!Reader || Headcanons

TW// None I think??

OKAY SO this is short but I might expand on it later.

Imagine being a scene musician and being signed to decaydance and being part of their weird little friend group. And getting silly shirts made for you like how he made that "PLEASE CALL GABE SAPORTA" shirt. This is my roman empire.

You guys would be the "it couple".

Like, there'd even be live journal primers about you guy's relationship.

Speaking of live journal, you'd make posts about each other maybe a little too much.

Imagine making him kandi and him wearing it onstage.🥹

I'm thinking matching bracelets.

[robinrunsfiction]

Pete Wentz Stories

Lines (Pete Wentz x Female Reader)

Stop Saying I Love You To Get Out of Chores (Pete Wentz x Gender Neutral Reader drabble)

Valentine’s Challenge 2019 - Home Sweet Home (Pete Wentz x Female Reader)

Just Pretend (Pete Wentz x Female Reader)

Moscato Made Me Do It (Pete Wentz x Female Reader smut)

Let’s Be Alone Together, We Could Stay Young Forever (Pete Wentz x Reader Vampire AU)

Underneath (Pete Wentz x Reader)

Write Me (Pete Wentz x Female Reader Smut)

Irresistible (Pete Wentz x Female Reader Multi-chapter)

Or We Can Chill In Our Underwear (Pete Wentz x Gender Neutral Reader drabble)

Twelve Days of Christmas (And Winter) Stories 2019 - Day 11 (Pete Wentz x Gender Neutral Reader)

Come Sleep (Pete Wentz x Female Reader drabble)

I Love Your Face (Pete Wentz x Female Reader drabble)

You’re Distracting (Pete Wentz x Female Reader drabble)

Winter/Christmas Alphabet 2020 - F (Pete Wentz x Gender Neutral Reader)

Winter/Christmas Alphatbet 2020 - N (Pete Wentz x Female Reader)

[kimhargreeves]

Irresistable-Patrick Stump x Reader

Fans...I was one of them..well i still am but would a fan ever date a guy from a band? Nope. I am one of those girls who just got lucky enough to get a band member to like them more than a fan..or friend. It was back in 2009 when I met Patrick Stump lead singer of Fall Out Boy of course I saw them live before but meeting a member face to face is different.

It started with small talks and a few evenings together when he decided to ask me out and now we've been together for years...

I met the rest of the band Pete,Joe and Andy and we are like a family now! We would all hang out together with the rest of their families and have a fun time,I would play with the kids while the guys prepare the food. Pete would ocassionally come over to me and ask me when i would have kids of my own.

Andy says i's be a great mom.

Joe say's that it must be time to have a family but it's up to me.

They are all right..I never thought about it till that day.

Patrick and I would talk about our future and i would hint him at times about having a baby.

It was April the 27th..his birthday.

The whole FOB family have been planning for his birthday like we did with Brendon back then with Sarah's help it went perfect but now it's time for Patrick. Patrick and I spent the rest of the day together saving up enough time for the guys to decorate the house with party things.

"It's been a long day..we should head home now." Patrick said smiling to me as he placed his sunglasses on. I held onto his arm stopping him. "N-no! We should stay here longer." I reply. Patrick looks around the park,worried.

"We're in an open area,some fans might spot me." Patrick says adjusting his fedora so no one sees him,i smile and speak up, "I'm hungry."

"You just ate! You ate most of the food as well." He says laughing.

I frown and cross my arms, "It's not my fault i'm suddenly..hungry." I say and place my hand on my stomach.He mumbles in agreement and walks over to his car. Damnit i've been hinting to him all day that i am infact pregnant and he's too blind to see it.

We made it to his house and we made it just in time,everyone came out from their hiding spots and congratulated Patrick.Everyone began to eat the slice of cake and it was my turn to surprise him, "Patrick i got you a gift."

I tell him when we both stood up,Pete,Joe and Andy both stared at us and took their phones out to record, "You didn't have to get me one." He smiles.

I point down at my stomach and see him really confused then it takes a moment for his to register what i mean by it,He smiles wide and hugs me not so tight but tight enough to know that he is really happy.

"You guys knew it?!" He asks the guys.

"Yeah man." Pete says smiling.

"We knew it about a month or so." Andy says.

"It was about time." Joe says jokingly.

We're finally gonna be parents!

[thepatricktreestump]

Thinking About You : a Pete Wentz imagine

Y/N: Okay guys this is like the one not smutty thing you’ll get for a while because I have a lot string of smut requests in a row that’s coming up and that has been going on (so apologies for all the spicy content lol.) Please bear with me! There’s some fluffy stuff coming up afterwards. I promise!

Anonymous said: (1/2) hey could you do one where pete and reader are food friends (in junior year of hs) and he comes to pick reader up for pizza and it is the fiest time the parents see him. Ha already has all his arm tatoos aanf they think they are a couple even Anonymous said: (2/2) though they are not and reader and parennts fight; then reader and pete go and ger pizza and fluff and how it ends is up to you i'd be happy with them ending up as a couple as well as not... Thank you sooooooooooooo much!!!

Warm breath on the window, you sighed, leaning your head against the car door and fogging up the glass before staring at the blur, closing your eyes tight. You leaned even more and came face first with your seatbelt, groaning and moving it out of your face, slumping down into your seat again. “You okay, y/n?” your friend Pete wondered, glancing at you from the driver’s seat and turning down the radio. “You seem exhausted.”

“I am,” you mumbled, deciding to cut out the act and sit up, trying to stay awake. “I was studying all last night for the test.”

“Ah,” he nodded slowly. “Well do we have to stop for coffee first?”

“That’d be great,” you grinned lazily.

“If I buy coffee will you tell me what’s on your mind?” he asked. “I mean, come on y/n, you’re not usually like this. You’re always super excited school’s out and you’re an afternoon person. Especially on a Friday.”

“I’m just sleepy,” you still lied. “But sure, I’ll talk if you get me coffee.”

“Awesome,” Pete decided, turning into the nearest café drive thru.

At the beginning of senior year, you had met a cute guy afterschool hanging around the music room with some blonde in a trucker hat and glasses. The boy had black hair, kind of like a fringe, a sly smile, and although a bit on the short side, definitely amusing. He played bass in a band, he was sort of a player when it comes to the ladies, and he had a crazy fashion sense. Plus, he was an avid reader just like you. It was a couple times after you had bumped into each other in the library, a handful of trips to the vending machines in the cafeterias, and even giving each other a ride home, you had agreed to be not only friends, but food friends. Having a food friend was an essential part of each high school semester. How else would you be able to have enough energy to get through the day? Or study for final exams? Or even just get up? As the weeks passed, you and Pete became quite close, dropping off bags of chips at each other’s lockers, going afterschool to grab a meal, or even just picking up bagels or muffins for breakfast. It was like friends with benefits, except food wise. And it wasn’t like that’s strictly what the friendship entailed. You guys still talked, joked around, and were there for each other to lean on. So even though you had been talking to Pete for several weeks now, you were still a little hesitant to open up.

“So I guess I better talk then,” you sighed, taking a long sip of your coffee as Pete drove down the road, heading to a sandwich shop.

“That was the deal,” he reminded.

“My parents have been sort of moody again,” you shrugged. “They’re not exactly the most supportive bunch. They don’t like my college choices, or my GPA, or anything I do really. It’s like I’m a problem or something. They’re always watching me, counting on me to do the best, to be the top of the class, to get into the best college, to strive for some fancy career path. But I don’t know. I don’t really want that.”

“Why not?” he inquired. “I mean, you’ve got the ambition.”

“I know, but I don’t want to waste away my life in a cubicle or an office or a lab…” your voice drifted off. “I want to do something exciting. Like you.”

“Like me?” he chuckled. “I’m going absolutely nowhere in life at the moment.”

“You play for a band,” you pointed out. “You listen to rock music and you have tattoos and you’re your own person, you know? You’re you.”

“And you’re you,” he explained.

“I’m not,” you shook your head. “I’m what my parents want me to be. And I hate it.”

“Then don’t worry your pretty little head,” Pete sighed. “Senior year will come and go and then you’ll be out for good, studying whatever the hell you’d like. And you can be anything in the entire world, and nobody will ever stop you.”

“Why are you so inspirational?” you smiled.

“Who? Me?” he smiled.

“No, the other emo guitar player who writes profound and exquisite lyrics,” you rolled your eyes jokingly.

“You’re too kind,” Pete laughed. “And I play bass, not guitar.”

“Same thing,” you shrugged.

“They’re really not,” he corrected with a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t know the difference!” you sighed, taking a sip of coffee as he pulled into the drive thru and ordered the two of you sandwiches. It was tradition to get food on the go every Friday afterschool and then drive out to the mountain tops, finding a nice ledge to park at with a great view of the city, and you would both sit on the roof of his car and eat food, looking out at the horizon and talking about life. Pete had talked about maybe shooting part of a music video one day on that little mountain cliff ledge, something about vampires and candles or whatever. You thought it’d be cool.

“You know,” he began when you were both sitting on the roof of his car, staring out into the city, taking a bite of your sandwich. “We’ve never actually hung out on the weekend.”

“That’s cause we hang out every single school day,” you chuckled. “I don’t want to bother you anymore than I already do.”

“Y/n,” he narrowed his eyes. “I love spending time with you, dimwit.”

“I love spending time with you too,” you reminded. “I don’t know. I just never really thought of it I guess.”

“What do you do on weekends, anyways?” he inquired.

“Watch Netflix, hang out at home, eat food,” you admitted. “Nothing much.”

“Eat food?” Pete raised his eyebrows sarcastically. “No way! You?”

“Shut up, jackass,” you laughed, shoving him playfully. “What do you do anyways?”

“Play shows and party all night Friday, practice with the band and hang out with friends on Saturday, and uh, sleep on Sundays,” he explained. “But I usually have dead time on Saturdays.”

“What would we do anyways?” you wondered. “Eat?”

“That seems to be our thing,” he joked. “I’m up for it. I mean, I know a super good pizza place.”

“I love how we’re planning to eat as we’re eating right now,” you giggled. “We’re so weird.”

“Weird is good though,” he reminded.

“Weird is great!” you agreed. “I mean, hell, I should know.”

“You’re not that weird,” he shook his head. “You’re weird in a good crazy kind of way.”

“Okay,” you nodded slowly, taking another bite of your sandwich. “So, you going to pick me up tomorrow from my house? For pizza?”

“Sure thing,” he decided.

The next day, you kept glancing at your phone, watching the time pass by, minute by minute. Pete had confirmed with a text he’d be there in a little bit, but it felt like the longest little bit of your entire life. Not because you were particularly excited to spend time with him or you were anxious to go eat pizza, but because of your stupid parents. They had been hollering and yelling at each other all morning long, and you could not wait until you could head out the door. You even contemplated telling Pete that you’d just meet him there, or even just sitting on your front step so you could refrain from having to listen to their screeching voices, but you decided against it. How strange would it be for him to pull up to your driveway and see you there sitting on the porch. You were in your room glancing at the clock when you heard the doorbell ring and you stuffed a handful of cash in the pocket of your jeans, going down the hallway to open the door when you stopped in your tracks, listening to the creak of the door open and then the uncomfortable silence that hung in the air before the familiar voice greeted one of your parents. “Hey,” the voice introduced. “I’m Pete. I’m here to pick up y/n, for pizza.”

You cringed, knowing very well that your parents would probably pester you with questions. You cautiously continued down the hallway and watched as your dad took a deep breath and awkwardly shook hands, introducing himself before letting Pete sit down on the couch. “Hey,” you gave a hesitant wave before entering the room. Pete gave a faint smile and your dad narrowed his eyes at you.

“Care to explain?” your dad sighed.

“We’re going to eat,” you explained flatly. “He’s just a friend.”

“Friend,” your dad repeated the word slowly. “Well I expect you back in an hour and a half. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Pete nodded. He had always been particularly cocky, which sometimes his over confidence made you smile or laugh, but it was definitely not one of the times for it to be showing. You gave him a disappointed look when another realization came to mind, your eyes wandering to the short sleeved shirt he was wearing, exposing two tattoo sleeves, and you began to feel sick. You got up from the couch, only to have your mom enter the room, and you felt even worse, pretty sure if you spent another minute in there you’d probably throw up.

“Who’s this-” your mom stopped talking as soon as she laid her eyes on him, her smile clearly disappearing into a disapproving frown. “Who is this boy?”

“I’m Pete!” he waved with a grin. “Just taking y/n out to get some pizza.”

“I don’t know about that,” your mom began but you were already shoving Pete out the door, glaring at your parents, trying to get him out of the driveway.

“Woah! What’s this all about?” Pete wondered, spinning around as you kept dragging him towards his car.

“We’ll talk about it in the car,” you grumbled. “Can we please just go already?”

“Fine,” he complied, and you glanced at your parents staring at you from the open door before climbing in the car with Pete and driving into the street. As soon as he turned the corner of the neighborhood, he stared at you. “Okay spill.”

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “It’s fine.”

“What was up with that?” he persisted. “Your parents being all weird? You shoving me out the door? Is your family always like that?”

“I wish it wasn’t,” you mumbled. “Look, let’s just drop it.”

“Well I don’t want to get you in trouble,” he argued.

“Trust me,” you closed your eyes tight before opening them up again. “There’s a certain point where you’ve been in so much trouble it can’t possibly get worse.”

“Okay,” he whispered, defeated look and frown on his face. “I’ll drop it. Sorry.”

You took a deep breath and then reached to dial up the volume on the radio before leaning back, Pete driving on the main street as you attempted to bring up a different topic of discussion. “So um, partying Friday night. Right?” you laughed.

“Oh,” he lightened up. “Yeah, I guess.”

“How’d it go then?” you inquired.

“We played a great show,” he shrugged. “Went to some guy’s pool house, had a couple drinks, met a nice girl, don’t really remember much honestly.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Woke up in my bed though and took a handful of Advil. I’m good.”

“You have such a nice life,” you sighed, glancing out the window.

“I don’t know about nice,” he argued.

“Interesting,” you rephrased. “That’s what makes it nice.”

“I suppose,” he mumbled. “Sort of hard to keep up with everything though. It’s like a million things happening all at once and there’s no time to think. You just do.”

“Well that sounds so much better than what I have,” you groaned. “I have too much time to think but no time to do anything. Half of the time I can’t even think though because of my stupid parents.” You paused. “I don’t really want to think about that right now though.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “You know, you can tell me anything, right?”

“Yeah,” your small voice murmured. “Uh, anyways, you should tell me about this pizza place.”

“It’s amazing!” his eyes lit up.

“Yeah?” you grinned instantly, knowing you had brought up the right topic. Out of all the foods you and Pete ate, he was always the most passionate about pizza. Even the amazing microwavable Hot Pockets didn’t surpass his love for pizza.

“You have to try it,” he insisted. “They bake the cheese so it just melts in your mouth and the pepperoni is perfectly spicy and it’s just, god, it’s like a fucking food orgasm. It’s that good!”

“Really?” you burst out into giggles.

“Not even joking,” he replied with a straight face, making you only laugh harder. “I’ve tried many pizzas within my lifetime, but this is by far the best place.”

“How come we waited this long to finally go then?” you raised an eyebrow. “I mean, we’ve ordered pizza before I think. Right?”

“Yeah but I wanted it to be special, you know?” he asked. “Special day, special occasion, special place, special food…”

“But this isn’t special,” you pointed out. “Is it?”

“Kind of,” he shrugged. “I mean, it’s Saturday.”

“So?” you chuckled. “Just because it’s the weekend it’s a special occasion?”

“And the fact that my band might’ve gotten signed last night…” he smiled slyly.

“What?” your eyes widened. “You got a record label?”

“Yup,” he nodded proudly.

“That’s amazing!” you gushed. “Dude, does that mean you guys get to put out a record? And go on tour?”

“Hopefully,” he explained. “I mean, we’ve got to send them a couple more demos first, and they’re going to go to some more shows, but essentially, yeah. We’re entitled to our own album and a couple tour and festival dates.”

“Hell, I haven’t even gone to a single show,” you chuckled. “You guys must be really amazing.”

“We’re okay,” he smirked. “Average.”

“You’re so humble,” you rolled your eyes. You stared at him for a couple moments before coming to a realization. “So aren’t you going to celebrate with the boys or whatever?”

“I did that last night,” he reminded.

“Yeah, but like, you’re on top of the world! Why are you going out for pizza with me?” you inquired. “You could be doing so many other things.”

“I wanted to celebrate with a good friend,” he shrugged. “Can’t I do that?”

“I guess,” you gave a shy smile. You hadn’t really thought of Pete as a close friend. Sure, you hung out a lot. Probably more than you hung out with most friends. And you did talk quite a bit. But you had always sort of thought of him as just there, not really someone super close or super distant. He was your food friend, right?

“What?” he wondered.

“Hmmm?” you raised your eyebrows.

“You looked like you were going to ask something,” he pointed out.

“Oh, I uh, I just spaced out,” you replied. “Sorry.”

“That’s cool,” he reassured it was fine. But honestly, you weren’t sure if it was. It wasn’t until now you really thought of Pete as a friend, or even, more than a friend. Thoughts started to swirl around in your mind, possibilities, ideas… But no, that was crazy. He was so much better than you, he played in a band, had a record label, heck, he had just even admitted to meeting some nice girl the night before. He would never think of you like that. You were lucky to be good friends, even just friends.

The pizza was just as amazing as Pete had described it to be, if not better. Honestly, you wouldn’t even classify it in the same realm as pizza. You two had talked about a lot of different things. Your favorite movies and books, sharing funny stories, and really bonding. You spoke about some of your summer vacations and Pete laughed as you explained to him a couple of your most ridiculous moments. Pete talked to you about how they got his best friend a stripper for his birthday and he was so embarrassed he hid in a closet until she went away. You both laughed and ate, and even several hours after the pizza was finished and you had even eaten some cookies for dessert, you still found yourselves talking and carrying on the conversation. In a weird way, it was like none of the other food trips you had ever gone on with him.

It was like you caught all the little things you never realized before. You discovered how he had little dimples when he smiled, how adorable he was when he laughed, the way he would pause to think when trying to explain something because he wanted to get it right, how he always seemed to have the perfect metaphors for every emotion you’re feeling in a situation…. It was like something had changed. Not that you were complaining, but you just couldn’t seem to figure out why you hadn’t figured out all those things before, why they didn’t catch your eye like they did now, why it felt like before there was such a huge space between the two of you, and now, it was like you were both hand in hand. Metaphorically, of course.

The two of you were driving back to your house when he parked in the street, glancing at your house. “Is it really that bad?” he whispered.

“What do you mean?” you raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he was talking about.

“Your parents arguing,” he replied.

“Probably not,” you shrugged. “And I say that now, but when I’m around them, it’s just, it’s frustrating I guess. And exhausting. They’re fighting all the goddamn time and it’s like we don’t even get a moment of silence in this house.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s not your fault,” you reminded. “But thanks.”

“Maybe we should go out for pizza more,” he suggested. “You know, if things get worse. You can always call me up. We can just hang out. We don’t have to get food.”

“Not getting food?” you gasped playfully, and a smile spread across his face.

“Yeah,” he gave a light chuckle. “Maybe we could just, I don’t know, go watch a movie or something like that.”

“Like as friends?” you phrased it as more of a question than a statement.

“Or not,” he answered slowly. “I don’t know. It might just be me, but I think I fell in love with something much better than the food at that pizza parlor.”

“Yeah?” you wondered.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“So…” you drew out the word. “Um, what am I supposed to tell my parents?”

“What do you mean?” he inquired.

“I was originally going to tell them you weren’t my boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes. “They’re going to ask questions.”

“Well what were you going to call me?” he laughed.

“I don’t know,” you giggled. “A food friend, I guess?”

“Food friend,” he smirked. “I like that title.”

“But now, I don’t know. You’re still technically my food friend,” you pointed out. “It wouldn’t totally be lying.”

“So just tell them that,” Pete decided, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “And if they ask questions, try to answer them as vaguely as possible. Don’t get so caught up in their arguments or quarreling. Just think of me. Think of our next pizza.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed. “Thanks Pete.”

“No problem,” he smiled. “Until next time, y/n.”

You took a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking up the driveway, and you could already hear the screaming, so you closed your eyes tight, reopening them as you opened the door. “Okay, you need to explain, right now!” your dad instantly burst into screams. “Sit down. Explain yourself.”

“What am I supposed to be explaining?” you retorted rather rudely.

“That boy,” your mother put her hands on her hips. “Tattoos and messy hair? Really, y/n?”

“What?” you narrowed your eyes. “I can’t have friends anymore?”

“Friends,” you dad scoffed. “Sure.”

“Why don’t you believe me?” you groaned. “Am I not allowed to have friends over all of a sudden?”

“He seems like a bad influence,” your dad shook his head. “I don’t want you talking to him anymore.”

“You can’t just do that!” you cried.

“If I find him anywhere near the house again, there will be consequences,” your mom warned. “So you better warn your little friend to stay very far away.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, knowing very well you’d disobey their rules. You stomped to your bedroom, shutting the door, instantly pulling out your phone. It didn’t take but a couple rings before Pete answered. “Hey, uh, how fast can you come back here?”

“Really?” he wondered. “That’s kind of quick.”

“It was kind of worse,” you explained.

“I only made it a couple streets away,” he reassured. “I’ll turn back.” There was a pause of hesitation before he continued. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’m just, I need to escape for a little bit.”

“Got it,” he sighed. “Did anything happen? Well, I guess that’s a stupid question, of course something happened.”

“I’ll explain it all later,” you decided. “Just um, can you pick me up from the back of my house?”

“Huh?” this caught him by surprise.

“By parents kind of banned you from coming close to the property,” you cringed. “But there’s an alley behind my house, it’s not too far, you just take a turn and-”

“It’s cool,” he reassured. “I’ve got it. I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay,” you sighed. “I’m so sorry. Thank you.”

“Don’t apologize,” he laughed. “It’s my pleasure.”

It wasn’t long before you found yourself sneaking out of your room, creeping down the hallway, darting out the door, frantically searching for Pete’s car. He gave a quick two beeps and you grinned, spotting him in the back of the alley, rushing towards his car and hopping in the shotgun seat. “Movie?” you wondered.

“Yeah,” he nodded. He began to turn the keys in the ignition but he stopped, instead glancing at you, concerned expression on his face. “That didn’t last long.”

“No,” you frowned. “It didn’t.”

“What happened?” he murmured.

“They told me you weren’t allowed to be anywhere near the house,” you sighed. “And that I wasn’t allowed to talk to you anymore.”

“No talking… huh?” he raised an eyebrow. “I can live with that.”

“What?” your eyes softened. “But Pete-”

You began to argue when he crashed his lips on yours, holding your head in his hands, the two of you sharing a brief kiss before he pulled away, staring into your eyes. “No talking, right?” he laughed nervously.

“Oh come here you idiot,” you laughed, pressing your lips to his again. By the time you pulled away, the two of you were both catching your breath, staring at each other, smiles on your faces.

“What was the other rule?” he asked.

“Huh?” you wondered, confused.

“The other rule your parents said,” he reminded.

“Oh, uh, you’re not really allowed to be near the house,” you explained.

“We’re,” he corrected.

“What?” you raised an eyebrow.

“We’re not really allowed to be near that house,” he smirked. “Come on, let’s get you far away from there.”

“What am I supposed to tell my parents?” you cried. “You can’t just kidnap me!”

“Text them,” he suggested. “Tell them you’ll come back home when they learn to stop yelling so much.”

“Really?” you wondered. “You think that will work?”

“It’s worth a try,” he shrugged. “Anyways, I do believe we had a movie in mind?”

“Yeah,” you grinned.

“Then we better get going,” he winked. “Don’t want to miss a chance to grab popcorn and candy before the show.”

“Is there ever a moment when you don’t think about food?” you laughed.

“All the moments I’m thinking about you,” he responded, eyes flickering back up to yours. He leaned in and started to kiss you when you pushed him back, giving him a knowing look. “What? Is something wrong?”

“I would kiss you, but I believe we’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t start driving soon,” you reminded. He laughed, shaking his head, staring at you.

“I guess you’re right,” he rolled his eyes. “Geez.”

“Come on. We have to get there early,” you insisted. “Popcorn sounds really good right now.”

[pkmntrainergreyze]

April 27th (Patrick Stump Imagine)

For mah boi Patrick, happy April 27.

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This particular concert popped Patrick's bubble of personal tranquility. Not because it was timed exactly at his date of birth, rather, it's the guests who came.

Concerts usually put Patrick into a calm state. First, people wondered how he managed to do so, but the longer fans watch his shows, the more they realized how he seems to pretend the crowd's an unanimated flower meadow.

It wasn't a shocker. He admitted to having a twinge of stage fright at the beginning which best explains why Pete's the frontman. He rarely let the crowd sing for themselves, entertain their requests and most importantly he never once prolonged a two-second eye contact. Of course, the critics weren't pleased but there was only little the band could do to help since improvement depends on the person himself. So the three allowed the blonde to perform interaction-less for three albums.

April 27th is a date for one of their shows. Everyone on stage was splotched with heavy sweat, most of which glossed their faces and pricked their eyes. Good thing they considered it not a hindrance for the fifth song on the setlist: Sugar, We're Going Down...

Andy initiated the song using his beats, soon followed Pete then Joe. While they busied hyping the crowd Patrick stomped his feet and clapped his hands.

"...Am I more than you bargained for yet?"

His voice resonated inside the venue like it was his for the taking. The crowd cheered and flopped their arms up in the air, allowing themselves to be conquered by the music, but the blue-eyed man dared not to stare at the wondrous effects of his actions. Strange how the voice of the king belonged to a shy guy.

The opposite was said for one of the audience, (Y/n) (L/n). She only discovered them a month ago after her best friend handpicked a record. The cover only depicted four men sitting down but she opted it had an ineffable aura and bought it.

Although she's a recent fan, that didn't stop her from screeching and flailing around nonstop. When she heard the transition for Sugar she immediately shook her friend Brendon's shoulder into a smoothie. Fortunately, before the brunette could mutter a glimpse of a complaint, Patrick sang the first line and began seizing like her.

If it wasn't obvious, (Y/n) couldn't take her eyes off the lead singer, and it's not because singers are placed in the middle. She's scared to admit, but the reason she bought the record is that his seafoam eyes drowned her in.

Sadly, those ocean orbs never stared back to anyone.

As the song reached its last chorus, the crowd got predominantly louder. At first (Y/n) thought it was because Pete licked his bass, but it was for a different reason.

Let's be honest, it wasn't her fault she didn't know. But it sure felt embarrassing as hell, seeing banners and face cutouts for Patrick's birthday.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY PATRICK!!" The front row yelled spontaneously, then the lower box, upper, until it reached gen ad. The masses displayed all their love and affection, so Patrick couldn't help but smile and shrug sheepishly. He appreciates the gesture, unlike Pete however, he doesn't know how to act in this situation.

On the other hand, (Y/n) looked at her friend in disappointment, as if saying they could've made something for him like the others. It's a good thing that instead of moping, they'd rather scream their love from the top of their lungs in unison, and they decided it was the right time to do so when the noise was about to settle down.

"I LOVE YOU!!"

Patrick flinched so hard it nearly cost him a neck fracture. That voice was so familiar it blocked out all others. When he found what might be the source of the yell, time halted.

The stunning hair and soul-penetrating eyes definitely brought more life to such an exquisite sound. She flooded Patrick with both pleasure and sadness at once. He was almost sure it'll leave a bitter aftertaste.

She looks much like (N/n).

(N/n) was Patrick's biggest love whom he admired at school. She had his heart ever since she helped him create a sand castle back in kindergarten and nurtured his feelings as time flew by. Everyone knew this except the girl herself, which made things a bit more complicated. His feelings were so strong to the point it's used for blackmail. It's a shameful example but when he was at the age of nine he still drank milk from a sippy cup. He wouldn't budge and none of his parent's attempts worked until they threatened him that they'll snitch and tell (N/n). He stopped in fear of lowering the way she thought of him after. When he told the story, the band laughed. Even Andy, who's usually empathetic, wheezed and labeled him a lovesick idiot.

Fate, however, made things worse as he had to move places and leave both Chicago and her alone. But his feelings for her never faltered, in fact, it proved the saying absence makes the heart grow fonder. His devotion earned him some snarky remark and failed blind dates. He just couldn't help but compare them to the one everytime. Good thing his bandmates respected his decision to take a break from dating.

Now, nearly a decade later they locked eyes, making (Y/n) the first audience Patrick truly acknowledged and wished to impress.

His breath hitched and hers did too. Holy Smokes he was nervous.

A strange aura connected them the minute she got a clear picture of his face. She was puzzled instantly, she couldn't differentiate whether it's oh nostalgia or she's just starstruck-ed.

It didn't matter at the moment, because they've been snared by each other's eyes.

Oh God Patrick! Breathe in, breathe out!

Joe was the first one who caught up, having to nudge him back to reality and Brendon had to check (Y/n) if she needed water.

"Hey (Y/n), dude you okay?" He asked causing her to cackle "I-I literally made eye contact with Patrick Stump how am I fine??"

He chuckled "Good point"

He looked back on stage and caught a glimpse of Patrick staring at his friend before quickly turning away "Man, this guy gets the best surprise parties. Meanwhile I didn't even got a fanfic written for my birthday"

(a/n: sorry bren)

For the rest of the concert, the lead couldn't take his eyes off of her, at least he tried for three songs before he completely lost control. She's simply irresistible. And, breathtaking. Literally

But she's also accompanied by an equally handsome boy. The fact tempered his spirits, especially when the stranger wrapped his arm around her. Why wasn't it him instead?

Oh, because he had to move out.

By the end of the show, Patrick had been dead set on finding the "(N/n) lookalike" and dashed to the exit before anyone else.

He coasted through the group of fans. Once he was in an acceptable distance to yell her name, he was dogged tired.

Brendon inserted his car keys and (Y/n) placed her head against the Chevrolet's window with both eyes closed.

"(N/n)!!"

She looked up and the two gawked as they saw Patrick Stumph waltz towards them.

She furrowed her eyebrows, tired and dazed. His speaking voice is as angelic as his singing voice.

"How did you know my name?" She asked sedately, unlike on the inside, she's screaming questions like the aforementioned and some about how unpredictably calm she is 4ft away from him.

He smiled sadly.

"I... just heard it from when you were talking earlier— not that I eavesdropped I just happen to walk by!... Umm, God, I sound like a creep"

She giggled and his heart surged up his throat. She didn't expect a conversation with one of the band members would be so calm, especially seeing how wild they perform, and he didn't expect her not to "remember" him either. So in his logic, it's kind of a tie.

"Happy birthday by the way" She greeted. Patrick grinned and tipped his hat "Thanks"

"Is there anything we can help you with?" Her friend asked.

"Yeah" The blonde nodded his head "D-Do you guys wanna come with us in (restaurant name)? We're celebrating my birthday there since it's been a while since I been in Chicago and thought the more the merrier..."

'Really Patrick? That's your excuse?' He shrugged off his internal monologue

Although (Y/n) is sick of eating pizza daily in that place she couldn't help but accept the second he invited her.

He glanced up "Your boyfriend can come too if you'd like"

The boy laughs "Sure, but I'm not her boyfriend. My name's Brendon,"

He shook his hand and gave a genuine smile. Patrick wanted to do a victory dance on the spot so bad

"Great!" Patrick clapped. "Not great as in you're-not-in-a-relationship great. The I'm-glad-you-guys are coming great, I mean" he flushed

Brendon raised an eyebrow but laughed anyway.

"We'll pick you guys at 7" Patrick muttered and left. The time was 6:44 so they have to wait for about 6 minutes.

The two friends leaned on the van, left alone. It was silent for a while before her friend began to talk.

"When was the last time people called you (N/n)? I haven't heard anyone called you that at all..."

"They use to back in high school, but only people who are super close to me get to say that without getting kicked where the sun don't shine"

"So that means...?"

She sighed and finger combed her hair.

"He was the one that got away"

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Just in Time - Pete Wentz x Reader

Prompt: J: Just in time (The present arrives just barely in time! How do they rush up to hand it to them? Do they wait for the perfect time?)(from this list) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Word count: 637

The entire day Pete had waited by the window, had waited for the van of the shipping agency to turn into the street. Weeks ago he had ordered your Christmas present, with lots of time should things take longer. And of course they had taken as long as possible, rearranging the delivery date every other day, until it was just the day before Christmas. You were still at work, and Pete prayed that the package would arrive here before you did. He had made an effort keeping the order a secret, wanting to create the ultimate surprise with the gift he had chosen.

And now time was running out. You might not be able to guess what was inside the package just from noticing it getting delivered, but you would probably guess that it was a gift for you, because Pete always told you about everything he had ordered. Unless it was a gift.

Impatiently Pete bit down on his lower lip, as if his nervousness would make the driver arrive faster. Once again, like so many times these past hours his glance moved over to the clock above the entrance to the living room. You’d arrive home any minute. Damnit. But he probably should be glad if the package arrived before Christmas either way.

As if manifested by Pete’s pure willpower he suddenly heard the deep rumbling of the motor he had waited for. Quickly he jumped up and pressed his nose against the window. Time and time again he had watched the van drive by without stopping, but now it thankfully slowed down right in front of the house. Excitedly Pete jumped up and ran over to the front door, pulling it open just a second after the door bell had rung through the house.

“Delivery for Wentz,” the exhausted looking, middle aged man grumbled.

Quickly Pete signed the delivery note, and thanked the poor man way too enthusiastically. After watching him walk back to the van, Pete slammed the front door shut and carried the precious package into the furthest corner of the basement where he kept all the presents hidden. Somehow you had not yet discovered his secret hiding place. Before he walked back up the stairs, he checked if the contents of the package were undamaged, luckily finding everything was as it was supposed to be.

As soon as he stepped into the hallway on the ground floor, he noticed your coat on the rack and your boots by the door. He had not even been gone for two minutes, so the package had really arrived in the last minutes before you’d arrived to stay home for the Christmas holidays.

Turning around the corner of the living room, Pete found you had flopped down on the sofa, an arm dramatically draped over your face.

“Looks like you had fun at work,” he joked. Lifting your legs up carefully, he sat down on the sofa, settling your legs in his lap.

“I’m so fucking glad I don’t have to turn up there for the next days,” you mumbled, reaching one hand out to Pete’s arm, searching for additional body contact. “I don’t want to see any of these people over the holidays.”

Pete chuckled lowly and gently massaged your calves, while still thinking about the present he had gotten you. He would need to wrap it, maybe while you were in the bathroom? And on Christmas Eve he’d quickly sneak it underneath the Christmas tree while you were already asleep. He needed an excuse to stay up late. Maybe he could say he wanted to stay up to read or something, or write. Either way, he was absolutely certain he had found the perfect Christmas present for you, and was already looking forward to the expression on your face when you would unwrap it.

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Better Off As Lovers

Patrick Stump x Reader

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Summary; You and Patrick have been friends since middle school and have been going to tours with him and the band to watch their shows. At one of the shows, Patrick decides to play one unreleased song he just so happened to write for you to confess his feelings. (I dunno this is kinda the summary but I'm also dumb as shit and can't make a correct summary).

Notes; I felt like writing a little something for him as I've been wanting to for a while now, and here it is! And honestly, guys, if I end up wring more Patrick x Reader fics they're all most likely to be song fics or fics based off of some of the music videos, sorry but man I'm a sucker for song fics.

Warnings; Some cursing and some bickering back and forth between Pete and Y/n over stupid stuff. Really really cheesy and unrealistic ig. Also Y/n is kind of really fucking stupid as well, but for the sake of the fic.

Word Count: 4,068 (This is literally the longest fic I've ever written oh my gods.)

<Playing- Bang The Doldrums by Fall Out Boy>

1:32 ────ㅇ────── 3:31

God, why are these tour bus seats so uncomfortable? You'd figure that because they were meant for people to sleep in, they would be more comfortable.

You get up and stretch, heading to the cupboard where the band keeps all of the snacks to look for your hidden stash in the back.

"Where the hell are they?" You say, muttering to yourself.

You continue to scrounge through the cabinet to try and find your two twin packs of Twinkies, only to give up and walk to where the boys were hanging out.

"Hey, did any of you guys eat my Twinkies?" You call out as you walk to where you can hear the boys talking; a curtain was the only thing acting as a door for the area.

Just as you open the curtain to the "room" (aka the six loft beds that were separated by just a curtain), you see Pete and Joe munching on your beloved creme-filled cakes.

"Are you kidding me?" You say, your mouth agape and eyebrows raised.

"I told you guys so."

The two boys look at each other and then at you, a twinge of fear apparent on their faces, the creme filling on the corners of their mouths, and the wrappers thrown onto the floor.

"You two so totally owe me two boxes of Twinkies, I mean it! One box from each of you two! How did you find them?! I hid them!" You flail your arms about towards the boys, the guilt becoming more apparent on Joe's face.

Pete and Joe shuffle in their spots, licking their fingers and corners of their mouths to get the creme off from their messy way of eating.

"Honestly, you're kinda bad at hiding stuff; it wasn't that hard to find them," Pete says with a shrug.

Patrick kicks his shin from where he was sitting from across, earning a hiss of pain and a dirty look from Peter.

"I'm gonna eat all of your fucking Blow-Pops." You say, leaving the sleeping area and heading back to the snack cupboard. You can hear Pete's shouts, telling you not to touch them.

Opening the cupboard, you immediately spot a party-size pack of Blow-Pops with a large piece of duct tape stuck on to the bag, big bold letters drawn with a black Sharpie reading 'PETE'S LOLLIPOPS!!! DON'T TOUCH!!!'

Pete really liked those things, and he would individually count them to keep track of how many he had, so that way, if someone decided to take one or two of them, he would know. Which is kind of insane of him now that you think about it. Actually, scratch that, Pete was insane—PERIOD!

You grab the bag and grab three handfuls of lollipops, shoving them into your hoodie pockets and putting the bag back into the cupboard.

"Give them back, Y/n!" Pete says, grabbing your shoulders just enough to keep you from moving.

"Hell no! Buy me back my Twinkies and then I might just give you all of them back." You say putting one hand into your pocket to take out a Blow-Pop.

"Those Twinkies were practically begging to be eaten by someone, man; come on, those were in there for days without being touched."

You unwrap the lollipop, pulling your hand up to pop it into your mouth, Pete's mouth falling agape as you do so.

"Was that one of the apple ones..."

You nod your head, taking it out of your mouth. "And I've still got more. And as I said, I'm not giving them back until you buy me back, my Twinkies,"

"God, fine! But promise not to eat anymore until we get to a gas station! Especially not the Apple ones!"

"Will do," You pop the Blow-Pop back into your mouth as he lets go of your shoulders, looking defeated as he walks back to the room all of the others were still in.

You smile to yourself, sitting back into the seat you were originally in.

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You and the boys get out of the bus, heading into the gas station as the drivers fuel up. You immediately head for the drink section, looking for a can of Arizona tea.

What the hell man, where are they?

You continue to look for another minute or so until you finally give up, heading to the soda section where Patrick was.

You had somewhat of a crush on Patrick. You always have to be honest.

You went to high school with Patrick, so you've known him since sophomore year. You had a lot of classes with him too and often hung out with each other both inside and outside of school, making you closer to Patrick than you were to any of the other kids and considering him your best friend.

When he first started playing with Joe and Pete and officially being in a band with them, you started going over to practices with him, getting to know the two better, and when Andy joined the band, it was the same with him.

Now that you think about it, you have no clue how liking him could have been avoided. He's sweet and smart—a little awkward at times too, but nonetheless an incredible guy.

I mean, the whole reason why you started looking into learning some music technology was so that you could be with him more often. A lot of what you started doing was to get to hang out with him more often.

"Boo!" You say, grabbing Patrick's arm gently.

"N/n, there you are," Patrick says, turning around to look at you, holding out two cans of Arizona tea to you.

"What the hell, I just spent like, two minutes looking for these; where the heck did you find them?" You chuckle, taking one of the cans.

"I'll never tell.." Patrick chuckles, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Well, thank you Patrick. I appreciate your kind gesture very much."

Andy and Joe run by you and Patrick, with Pete doing the same shortly afterwards. Some screams and laughs came with that as well. You could see the cashier trying their best to make it through all the noise, with a look on their face that could only be explained as exhaustion and frustration, clearly not wanting to be at work.

You look at Patrick and sigh, knowing that you'll have to yell at the three once again as if they were children, regardless of the fact they were all older than you and Patrick.

You walk to the snack aisle, where you can see Joe and Andy crouching down, assumingly hiding from Pete for whatever reason, and walk up behind them. Andy had a bag of skittles in his hand and a sprite in the other, while Joe carried a twin pack of Twinkies—just as you asked him for—and a bag of chips and diet coke in his arms.

"What are we hiding from?" You whisper to the two, who jump slightly and look back in response.

"Pete," Andy replies quietly.

"Well, we've gotta go; you guys will have to finish this up some other time, preferably when we aren't in a public place."

You hear footsteps from behind and stand up, turning around to see Pete walking slowly, putting a finger up to his lips as to say "don't say anything," and you shake your head and mouth, "No."

"Come on guys, go check out we need to get back on the road," you say, turning back to Andy and Joe.

Pete groans and fully stands up, Andy and Joe doing the same.

"God, you're such a grump all the time, no fun," Pete says, walking up to the cashier.

Patrick comes up from behind you, putting his hand on your back. "Is everyone ready to go?"

You blush from the contact, nodding your head in response, and walk to the register where the boys were checking out.

"No, I paid the last time. It's Andy's turn to pay now, remember?" Pete argues. The cashier looked like he was about to snap; if it was a cartoon, steam would probably be coming out of his ears right now.

"I'll pay, fine dude, just chill out," Andy says, pulling out his wallet and handing the cashier his credit card.

The cashier puts their items into a plastic bag, and Andy grabs it and leaves with the other two.

You and Patrick walk to the register, putting your items down on the counter.

"Sorry about them by the way, they get rowdy sometimes," Patrick says, attempting to break the awkwardness by making small talk, leading it to get worse.

"Your total is $9.34," the cashier says with a deadpan look on his face.

The two of you pull out your cards and look at each other. "Let me pay for it, please; you had paid the last time, and it was almost 20 dollars," Patrick says with puppy eyes.

God, this guy always knows how to get his way with that look.

"Alright then, Pat. Thank you," You thank him, putting your card away.

Patrick pays and the cashier puts our stuff into a plastic bag, handing it to him, with him thanking the guy and telling him to have a good day.

You two walk back into the bus, and Patrick places the bag on the couch in the lounge.

"Do you want both of these in the mini fridge?" Patrick asks, taking one of the tea cans out of the bag.

"I'll have one now and save the other for later, if you can put one in though, that'd be awesome."

Patrick nods and puts one can and one of his sodas in the mini fridge plugged in next to the counter where the broken toaster sat. Now that you think about it, how long has that thing been broken? Why haven't any of us bothered to replace it?

You open one of the cans, walking into the bunk area, and sit on your bunk at the top, letting your feet dangle above the middle bunk.

"Y/n, here you go," Joe says, handing me two twin packs of Twinkies.

"Thanks, Joe. Here are your Blow-Pops back dickhead," you say, taking the wrapped cakes and taking all of the blow pops out of your pocket, handing them to Pete, who was sitting next to Joe.

"Jesus, dude, how many of my fucking Blow-Pops did you take?" Pete exclaims.

"A couple handfuls, I think," you reply, taking a drink of your tea.

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"Alright guys, we've got a couple more songs to play; are you ready?" Pete shouts into his mic, earning cheers from throughout the crowd.

The boys continue playing a couple more songs.

The band had been playing for an hour and a half now, playing some of their newer songs from the newest album they were working on, those of which you had the pleasure of getting to listen to before they played them for others, as well as songs from Take This To Your Grave and From Under The Cork Tree. The crowd was singing the lyrics along with the band, enjoying all of it.

"This is the last song for tonight and is another one from the album that we're currently working on; this one me and Patrick worked on together is called Bang The Doldrums!" Pete says, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead.

Patrick adjusts the strap of his guitar slightly, walking up to the mic. Him and Joe begin to play together, with the rest of the band joining in.

You listen to it for a bit, you hadn't recognised the name but you figured that they had probably changed it.

'I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm when you passed out,'

What the hell? I haven't heard this one yet.

'I couldn't bring myself to call, except to call it quits,'

This is great; why hadn't they shown me this one? They all sound amazing.

Patrick looks at me as he sings the next verse; his face tinted a slight red, maybe from how out of breath he was getting? God, he always looked so pretty like that.

'Best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around,'

You listen to the lyrics; why did he look at me like that in that exact verse? Maybe I'm just going crazy.

'Racing through the city, windows down, in the back of yellow-checkered cars,'

You continued to listen, enjoying the sound of the way they were playing.

Then once again, Patrick looks at you, looking less nervous and giving a slight smile as he sings the same verse.

'Best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around,'

You can feel your face rapidly becoming warm, oh?

You think for a bit, your mouth slightly agape as you stand still. You just hope what you think is happening and what he's implying is actually what it is. No, no way. You guys have just been friends since high school; there's no way.

'..in the back of yellow-checkered cars. You're wrong, are we all wrong?

'Best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers!'

The song ends, and the band thanks the crowd before exiting the stage, allowing the stage technicians to begin striking and taking everything down.

You were still standing there as the crowd began to clear out. Shit, you should get to the boys. What do I do about how Patrick looked at me? What if I ask him about it and I'm totally wrong? Oh god, I'm screwed.

You begin to head to the door that lead to the backstage lounge, a security guard protecting it from letting anyone else in. The guard immediately notices you and lets you in.

You nervously walk to the same area that the boys were in, knocking on the door and hearing Joe shout, "Come in!"

You open the door and smile at the boys, who were sitting down, drinking water and using towels to dry themselves off.

Where's Pat?

"Hey guys! You sounded awesome tonight, what was with that last song though? I'd never heard it before." You greet, sitting down on one of the metal pull-out chairs across from everyone else.

"Thanks! We were going to show you Bang The Doldrums when we were first working on it, but about halfway through writing it Patrick had said something about waiting to play it at a gig instead, something about surprising you, I dunno," Pete says in response, taking a chug of his water bottle.

"Where is Patrick, by the way?" You ask, rubbing your hands on your thighs.

"I think he went to go and look for you actually; try ringing him or go and look for him; he's somewhere around here," Andy says.

"Shit really? I'll go try to find him now. Do you guys need anything that could be outside of this room?"

"Can you get us some more water? I'm still totally parched man," Pete asks, taking the towel he had on his shoulder to wipe his face off.

You nod and get up, leaving the room and closing the door to go and look for Patrick.

How on earth do you know where every place in this theater would be? This place is huge..

After searching around, you finally decide to go outside to check if he was in the tour bus by chance, only to see him sitting on a curb next to the door hidden from all of the different fans still exiting the venue.

"Pat? What're you doin' out here without a sweater on? It's freezing right now." You speak out, walking to where he was and sitting to the left of him.

"Oh, I went to look for you, and when I came out here, it was way cooler than it was in the theater, so I stayed out here to cool off a little bit," Patrick says, straightening his back and looking at you.

You nod in a way of understanding.

"How'd you like the show, though?" Patrick says, after a few seconds of silence.

"It was great! You guys never have a boring gig; everyone was loving it. What was the last song about though? I had never heard you guys play it up until just now." You say excitedly.

Patrick shifts slightly, looking away from you as his face flushes, now looking slightly embarrassed.

"I mean, it's not that it sounded bad or anything; it sounded great, but, during that chorus, you kept looking at me and, well," You say awkwardly, avoiding saying what you actually wanted to say.

It stayed silent for a couple of seconds before Patrick broke it.

"Sorry about that, I don't know if it made you weirded out or anything." Patrick says quietly.

"'Weirded out?' Pat I don't think you can really do anything to weird me out honestly. I didn't mind the contact all that much really." You lightly laugh, quietly mumbling the last part.

After saying that, you notice Patrick relax a bit, as if he were relieved and a little bit of a weight was off his shoulders.

"Y/n, can I tell you something?" Patrick says looking down at his shoes, his voice shaky.

"Yeah, of course," You reply, anxious for his words, yet somehow excited at the same time, wondering what they might be.

"This is going to sound so stupid, gosh. Um," Patrick chuckles, trying to calm his nerves as he twiddles his thumbs together, then proceeding with what he was saying. "I uh, would you hate me if I said that I really liked you, and not in a friend sort of way but um,"

You stay quiet for a few seconds, mouth slightly open and eyes wide. You're glad that it was dim in the little corner you two were sitting at so that he wouldn't see how red your face was turning.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anythi-" Patrick apologises before getting cut off by you.

"Patrick, don't be sorry," You say.

Patrick furrows his brows, creasing his forehead slightly, turning to look at you with confusion clear on his face.

"You have absolutely no idea how long I've waited for you to say something along the lines of that," You continue, grinning widely.

Patrick's face softened, a small smile appearing onto his face.

"So, does that mean that, well, you know," He says, looking at some cracks in the concrete, kicking at a pebble aside.

"Yeah, it means exactly that, Trick," You put your hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention back.

He looks back at you, smiling, his eyes that you looked into so often seemed to shine brighter underneath the dim light that the venue had over the door in the back that barely showed any light where you two were sitting.

Patrick brings a hand to your face, caressing your cheek. You lean into his touch, doing the same as he did.

His eyes glance at your lips for a millisecond, quickly returning to your eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" Patrick asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod your head and lean in as he does, fluttering your eyes closed.

Patrick closes the gap between the both of you, his breath warm. The kiss is soft and sweet, not pressed too hard against each other but still with passion. Your lips seemed to fit perfectly with his, as if they were made specifically for the both of you and just the both of you alone.

You two pull away, pressing your foreheads together, panting ever so slightly from the lack of oxygen the both of you got during the kiss.

There was a peaceful silence for a few seconds, you swear that if it weren't for the muffled music and talking of the crowd outside Patrick would've been able to hear your heart beating out of your chest.

"God, if I knew this would be the outcome I would've told you years ago," Patrick chuckles lightly.

You smile, now realizing that this wasn't a dream and that your best friend since high school really confessed what you dreamed he would for years now. That you two really kissed and it wasn't some guy that you pretended to love in hopes of letting your feelings for Patrick disappear, and you were so glad that your mind and heart didn't let that happen.

"Oh my god finally, you two are idiots," Pete says, standing on the steps that lead to the door to get backstage.

You and Patrick quickly pull away from each other, your face burning up quickly.

"What the hell do you mean 'finally'?" You say, looking at Pete in confusion.

"We've been waiting for you two idiots to finally say something to each other for years now,"

You look at Pete for a few seconds, the cogs in your head turning.

"What?"

"I mean, you two were so painfully obvious, I'm honestly surprised that you two didn't figure it out way earlier man. Oh! Wait, wait, who confessed first? Was it you Y/n?"

Joe and Andy walk out and stand next to Pete.

"Did it finally happen? Who said it first, do you know?" Joe asks.

You and Patrick stare at each other, completely baffled.

"Was it Patrick?" Andy asks.

You flush even more, looking back at the three, then quickly looking away.

"It was totally Patrick, I called it! Come on pay up you two,"

Joe and Pete groan, taking out their wallets.

"Did you guys place bets on us?" Patrick asks, getting completely ignored by them.

"How much was it again, I don't remember it's been like 5 years now," Pete asks, looking at Andy.

"I think it was either ten or twenty,"

"Can we just say it was ten? I don't have a twenty or two tens on me and I don't want to go to the ATM tomorrow morning." Joe says, rummaging through his wallet.

"Sure that works," Pete and Joe both hand Andy one ten dollar bill each.

"What the hell, was Andy the only one that thought I would confess?" Patrick says. He seemed more upset at the fact that Pete and Joe put their bets on you confessing first rather than him.

"Come inside, it's freezing out here and we still haven't gotten our waters yet," Pete says, holding the door open for Andy and Joe.

You get up and gesture for Patrick to do the same, walking to the doorway.

"I fucking hate you and I hope you know that," You whisper to Pete jokingly, proceeding inside with Patrick and Pete behind you.

"Love you too N/n.." Pete says sarcastically, walking to the table where a load of plastic water bottles were, grabbing three of them.

"I hate him," You say, looking at Pete walk away and disappear into the room the three were in before.

"Me too sometimes but honestly if it weren't for him I probably would have never said anything," Patrick looks at you.

"What do you mean?"

"He's the one that organized the whole plan of playing Bang The Doldrums and not showing it to you until earlier during the show," Patrick answers, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Huh, he told me you said something about not showing me until now. You know, maybe I don't hate him as much anymore now."

Patrick laughs, grabbing your hand and pulling you along to the table, grabbing two bottles for himself and you.

You smile to yourself, looking at your entangled hands then at him as he walked you to the room the boys were in.

You couldn't have been happier in all the years of your life up until now, and you wouldn't change or trade it for anything in the world. You were happy that you finally got to be like this with Patrick, the boy that was always so nice to everyone no matter what, the boy that knew exactly what to say if anyone was ever down, the boy that never left you no matter how difficult or bad it got.

This was the boy that you fell in love with since the moment you saw him, and he loved you back.

3:13 ─────────ㅇ─ 3:31

This took me forever to finish, and thank gods that I hyper fixated on FOB again (more than many times throughout the making of this fic,) because if not it wouldn't have ever gotten finished. I think I might end up writing more fics for Patrick, let me know if you would like for that to happen, send in some requests if you would like as well! Thank you for reading this seriously, regardless if your new or if you've been a follower since I started posting my fics on here, I appreciate you all for continuing to read my stuff because it makes me truly feel like I'm getting better and that people enjoy my stuff.

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Jeopardy. (P. Wentz x Reader)

“I can’t believe you. How could you do this?”

Scoffing in disbelief and shaking your head in disgust, you pushed yourself up from the lounger out on the patio and started for inside. As soon as you began moving, Pete jumped up and rushed to follow you.

“(Y/N), wait!” he called, picking up his pace to match your hurried stride, “Just let me-“

“No!” you snapped, eyes ablaze with anger as you whipped around and pointed a finger at him, “I’m so sick of this shit, Pete! I mean-“ you chuckled bitterly, “this is the – what, fourth? – time it’s happened now? And I was kind enough to forgive you the last three times but guess what? Not this time. Not anymore.”

Hearing you say that, Pete’s desperation to get you to stay and not storm out increased tenfold, and he looked at you imploringly as he tried to get you to see reason.

“Doll, you’re overreacting-“

Those three words were what really set you off, and you exploded into a raging monster with a booming yell. “Did you really just fucking say that?! I’m overreacting?! You cheated, Pete! You fucking cheated! So, tell me how exactly my reaction is unjustified?”

Pete went dead silent. He couldn’t argue with you, because you were right. He had cheated. But he felt awful about it, more awful than he’d ever felt in his life, and he couldn’t let you just walk away like this.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m so-“

“Oh, don’t give me that shit,” you scoffed, tossing a hateful look his way and narrowing your eyes, “If you were sorry – really, truly sorry – you never would have continued to do it. But you didn’t, did you? You didn’t, and now everyone knows. Now you have a reputation – a reputation of a cheater. Do you think that makes me happy? Hm? The fact that my husband is that kind of person? ‘Cause here’s a newsflash for ya – IT DOESN’T.”

You started to walk off again, but Pete reached for your arm and grabbed hold of it, keeping you in place.

“(Y/N), just come back outside, alright? I’ll fix it. I’ll-“ he trailed off, not knowing what else he could say, and knowing that he had probably already lost his chance at redemption.

With a sad expression, you slowly shook your head and pulled your arm from your husband’s grasp. “It’s too late to fix it, Pete. You’ve gone and done this too many times now. And I can’t do this with you anymore.”

With a hopeless expression, Pete watched you walk away, as Joe moved from where he’d been listening at the patio door to inside the living room area.

“Seriously, you guys?” he groaned, a look of bewilderment on his face, “It’s just Jeopardy, for god’s sake. Jeez. This is the last time we invite you guys to game night.”

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Inferno

Finale I

Summary:  Where do people go when they die? Well, for the least lucky people in the world, hell is waiting. But what happens when these people do go to hell? And how did you end up there?    

Warning: death, hell, violence, choking (but not in the sexy way lol)

A/N: do not repost any work on this blog without explicit permission from me or alissa. its the final part, i think. i will try my best to do a tyler ending but i feel ive hit a brick wall with this series and its time for it to come to an end. its been a fun 10 months, it really has, but its about time to start up a new series and work on one-shots. (and finish the cheating fic that i have yet to write a part 2 for lol). 

Part 1// Part 2//Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6// Part 7// Part 8// Part 9// Part 10// Part 11

“Wait! ....What about me?”

You turned to the voice, shocked by the outburst. You saw Josh standing with his arm around his side, leaning against the wall. Your body shrunk, pity taking over as you looked at him, in pain. You walked toward him, taking his arm and hooking it over your shoulders.

“Joshua,” Brendon whispered, shocked at the familiar glimmer in his adopted son's eyes. He pulled Josh to him, apparently not noticing the damage in the man’s side. Josh winced and grunted in pain. Brendon finally realized what he did and backed away, “let’s take you to my house to fix this up, yeah?”

You and Josh nodded, but as you were about to step toward the door, Tyler spoke up.

“Wow, wow, wait,” he started, holding his hands up as if to say stop, “y/n, can I speak to you outside for a second?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” you stuttered. Brendon took Josh from your side and led him to the chair Pete, who was still hiding in the corner farthest from the door from shock after Brendon’s entrance, had once occupied. Finally coming out of his trance, Pete stepped away from the corner and walked to the mini fridge to get Josh a bottle of water. You stepped out of the door and followed Tyler down the hall.

When you finally got far enough away from the room, Tyler turned to you.

“What the fuck?” he asked, his red eyes glowing in a way you had only seen in Ashley’s place.

“W-what?”

“You and Brendon are suddenly a thing? Since when?” He asked, scrutinizing you with every word.

“I don’t know, Tyler.” You attempted to defend yourself, remembering the outcome from the look he was giving you, “Azrael really loved him, I-I really love him, I guess.”

“But you also liked me, y/n! We showered together this morning!” His voice was raising by the millisecond, “You can’t fucking change like that!”

“What do you want me to fucking say, Tyler?” your voice was raising now, too. He was starting to seem so unreasonable, “I’m not the same person I was this morning, or last week, or even when I was alive! So much has changed in the last hour than I ever experienced in my entire life!”

“I want you to tell me everything you felt, everything I felt, was fucking real!” he yelled, stamping his foot like a child who wanted his cookie after dinner.

“Everything I felt was real, Tyler, but now... now I don’t know,” you answered, looking anywhere but his red eyes and angry face. You did not like this Tyler, this Tyler was mean, looking at you like you were the worst person in hell. You liked the sweet, quiet Tyler, who only spoke when he needed to, and made the exception of talking about his feelings only for you.

“So, you’re just a giant slut, then,” his words filled with venom. You did not really think about what you did next, shock filled your bones and your jaw dropped. You swung your right fist forward, catching Tyler in the right jaw. It was then his turn to be shocked.

He immediately retaliated, slapping you across the face with the back of his hand. He hit you so hard, you fell to the floor, your hand finding its way to your cheek. You immediately got up, grabbing Tyler’s already bruised neck and pinned him to the wall.

“I’m starting to think you like people grabbing your throat and lifting you in the air,” you grunted. 

Tyler laughed menacingly.

“Sweetheart, only when it’s you,” he looked down at you, “maybe you should call your guard dog out here and you can tag team me until I’m lying on the floor in agony. The king of hell would definitely get a kick out of it.”

“I should, but my guard dog is the one being punished right now. Unless you want to punch yourself in the gut,” you spit, squeezing his throat a little tighter, “I care too much about you to let that happen.”

“Then who is it,” he asked, choking on his words, “Me or him?”

You dropped him, letting him fall to his knees on the concrete floor, “Tyler...”

“It’s ok... if it’s him.. it’s ok,” he said quietly. He sat on his knees, eyes burning through you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, looking down at your hands in disgust. You couldn’t believe you just did that, especially to this amazing man, “It’s always going to be Brendon, he’s the love of Azrael’s- my life. Josh, Brendon and I are destined to be a family... the ache in my heart, wondering if Brendon is drinking water and the worry I have about Josh’s wound, they prove that.”

“Then go to them,” he said, so quietly you almost did not hear it, “but don’t expect me to be a part of this stupid fucking family bull shit, once you walk away, I’m not going to be at your beck and call.”

“Maybe I don’t need it anymore,” you whispered, “in fact, I don’t need you anymore. Goodbye, Tyler.” You turned on your heel, walking away from him.

That was the last time you would see Tyler for a very long time.

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When you walked back into the warden's office, Brendon was sat on a plush red chair next to the rolling one behind the desk.

“we could hear you arguing from here,” Brendon started.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you quipped, “let’s get Josh home and we'll talk about it then, yeah?”

“Ok,” Brendon answered, although the smug smirk on his face showed you his opinion on the whole predicament. Brendon stood up and walked to the door, stops for a moment, then swings it open. When you looked to see what he was being so show-boaty about, and the door had opened to a large, familiar, throne room.

He led all of you (including dear old Pete who just wanted to go home and enjoy a nice long bath in the brand new deluxe bath tub he got Patrick to install) into the room, pulling you by your hand and Pete holding Josh up.

Your throne was untouched, but there was an unfamiliar pulse through the room from the night club outside. (After you died, it was too hard to sit in silence in the throne room, in fact, he didn’t really set foot in there unless he had to. Everything in there had a thick layer of ten year old dust.)

“I uh- kept it the way you liked it,” Brendon stated, looking at you nervously.

“It’s perfect, Brendon,” you said, pulling him toward you, “I love it, thank you.” You kissed him lightly, although he took control and it quickly heated up. However, it didn’t last long.

“You know, I love that my parents are together and happy again, however it's gross to look at and I’m in a terrible amount of pain,” Josh interrupted, still holding his side. Pete had disappeared, probably gone back through the door, (which had disappeared too, you supposed it was just temporary.)

“Oh, right,” you said, backing away from Brendon. He growled low in his throat and left the room, muttering about Josh always being a cock block.

You helped Josh sit in your throne and the door opened up behind you. You turned to see what was happening and saw Brendon with someone. When he looked around the room, commenting something about the room not changing one bit, you recognized the face of the man who had fed you, who had loved you, who had given you his heart and in return, you gave yours.

The love of your past life, and yet when you saw him, you felt absolutely nothing. All the light that you would see around him was now on the true love of your existence, Brendon.

That, however, didn't stop the sinking feeling of seeing the brown haired man with glasses and caring puppy dog eyes you had loved once.

"Tom?"

"Who?" He asked, looking over at Brendon, confused.

"Oh, right, Raphael, this is y/n, aka Azrael, aka the girl you helped bring back to life, Y/n, this is Raphael, my brother."

Well, shit.

[dreamsofpilots]

The Lodger Pt. 5

Tyler Joseph, Brendon Urie x Reader

Additional characters in series: Dallon Weekes, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Andy Hurley, Joe Trohman, Gerard Way, Josh Dun, Frank Iero 

Warnings: Cursing, smoking pot, alcohol. 

AN: You’ve waited a long time and I’m so sorry. I just could not get my head into it. I hope you enjoy this. Let me know.

“Jesus Christ Tyler, can you chew any fucking louder?!” 

“What?” Tyler glanced up at an irritated Brendon, mouth full of cereal as he talked, “It tastes better this way, dude.” 

Brendon growled, “It won’t taste so great when I shove my fist down your throat!”

“Whoa!” Pete yelled. “Bren, chill out dude.” Pete clamped is hand around Brendon’s wrist, dragging him out of the kitchen to shove him onto the couch. “What is going on with you? You’ve been up everyone’s ass all week!” 

“Nothing!” Brendon yelled back. “Mind your own fucking business!” 

Pete glanced at me, and I saw the subtle accusation in his eyes. Whatever apology you made, it didn’t work. Fix this. 

“Brendon-” I began, but the angst filled explosive device shot up from the couch and marched upstairs, grumbling as he went. All of us flinched when we heard the door slam. 

“What a nice morning,” Andy chirped cheerfully. Pete and I sighed, rolling our eyes. 

“Am I really that bad?” Tyler asked quietly. 

Patrick patted his shoulder from where he sat next to him. “Nah, don’t worry about him. He’s just going through some stuff right now.” 

“Maybe I should go talk to him again-” I placed my foot on the first stair before Dallon gently placed his hand on my arm. 

“Maybe not right now, I think he just needs some time to clear his head,” he said. 

“Yeah,” Joe agreed. “Knowing him, he’ll feel really guilty for his outburst in a bit.” 

We all fell silent for a while sitting around the common area, lost in our own thoughts. Resident life had become strained since my fight with Brendon, and I felt immensely guilty for it. I had talked to him and he told me that he was over it, but he really didn’t seem like it. He would snap at all of us, with some sort of special vendetta against Tyler, though I couldn’t formulate a reason why. Then with me, he barely spoke, and if he did, he was short with me and distant. I could see how everyone else was being affected by all of this, but I wasn’t entirely sure how to fix it anymore. 

“Maybe I should call Gee?” I offered, my voice sounding too loud in the silence. 

The boys looked at me, their expressions varying from ‘Maybe that’s a good idea’ to, ‘Hmm, better not.’

“I don’t know if I want to bother him with our stuff,” Joe rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. “He’s probably so busy.” 

“Yeah,” Pete agreed, coming to sit next to me. “It all seems so juvenile. Like we’re just a bunch of kids who can’t get along.”

I sighed, leaning against him, “It’s embarrassing sure, like ‘Dad come help us kids sort our problems out,’ but I’m not sure what else to do.” 

We were quiet again, nothing but the sound of the scrape of a spoon against a bowl as some of them continued with their breakfast. Pete’s leg jiggled anxiously, sending vibrations through the floor. I placed my hand gently on his knee, stilling him. He glanced at me apologetically, but I knew he was worried about Brendon. He told me once that he felt like a little brother to him, so I could imagine what seeing him upset for so long was doing to him. 

“I have an idea,” Patrick broke the silence. “I was thinking about it for a while, but I wasn’t sure how it would go over.” 

“What did you have in mind?” Andy questioned, his eyebrows lifted in interest. 

Patrick looked at each of us in turn, his cheeks coloring slightly. “What if-” he hesitated, “What if we went camping?” 

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“Well this is the fucking worst.” Patrick huffed, sweat dripping down his brow. 

We were trudging up a hill with all of our gear to the campsite, the hot summer sun beaming down on us. Pete slapped his neck, killing a mosquito, “It was your fucking idea!”

Patrick pushed past him and continued stomping up the hill. “Yeah well, I didn’t see any of you coming up with any other options.” 

“Pat, wait-” Pete raced after him, presumably to apologize or to at least calm him down. We all knew what Patrick was like when he got frustrated. We’d have to run for the hills. Preferably not this current steeper-than-inflation-rates monstrosity that we were trying to conquer. Some other hill. A gentle slope, with like, flowers and shit. 

I sighed, adjusting my pack on my shoulder. It really was fucking hot out, and the bugs were ridiculous. I slapped my calf as one attempted to make a meal out of me. Served it right, the little monster. 

“Bug spray?” As if by some angel sent from above, Tyler came to my side, brandishing my liquid savior, OFF! Deep Woods with extra DEET. 

I smiled at him gratefully, placing my pack on the ground before reaching for the glorious nectar. “You’re a godsend.”  

Tyler stepped away slightly as I sprayed a huge cloud of the stuff around me. “Just doing my civic duty,” he chuckled. 

Tyler and I both jumped as Brendon began singing at the top of his lungs. He shoved in between us as we continued up the hill, making sure that his shoulders bumped each of us. Tyler stumbled slightly, but when I reached out to give him a helping hand, Brendon grasped my wrist and dragged me along after him. The tall boy continued to sing loudly, flowing effortlessly from his higher notes, to his ‘positive hardcore’ screams. I tried to shoot him a confused look, but he ignored me, a small smirk just barely visible on his face.

When I looked back at Tyler, the lanky brunette had picked up my pack for me and was slowly following us up the hill. Joe and Andy joined his side, making him smile at whatever they said.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” I hesitantly asked Brendon. I was getting really tired of trying to figure him out. I just wanted to have my best friend back.

“Nope.” 

Brendon dropped my wrist as the hill leveled out, joining Pete by his side as they started to set up some of the tents. I sighed, shaking my head. If this was how this trip was going to be this weekend, I wasn't sure if Patrick’s idea would work out at all. Brendon didn't seem like he wanted to resolve things, like he was holding some sort of grudge and the rest of us had to suffer for it. I had wracked my brain trying to come up with a reason, but I couldn’t find any. I had already apologized about my assumptions after the party, Bren said he was over it, so there had to be something else going on. 

I was too exhausted to figure it out, and honestly, I didn’t want to be here. I would rather be at home, curled up, sleeping. Forever. 

“Okay,” Pete clapped his hands together, taking the lead when everyone made it to the campsite. “So some of us should go look for firewood, while the rest of set up the tarps and tents. When that’s done, I figured we could go swimming in the lake or something before dinner?” 

We nodded, Tyler, Andy, and I volunteering to look for firewood. The three of us walked a ways from the direction we had just come from, before splitting up to grab some wood. I had a decent armful collected when Andy burst from behind a bush, shouting, and scaring the hell out of me. I dropped all of my collected wood in fright. 

“Andy!” I yelled, chucking a pinecone at him. The tattooed man ducked, then made a break for it through the trees, giggling gleefully as he went. “Fucking spaz.” 

“There are a lot of interesting people in this group.” I heard Tyler say as he came up behind me. 

I huffed, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “You could say that.” 

“Here, let me help you.” 

Tyler helped me pick up my dropped pieces, and then we continued through the forest together collecting until we couldn’t hold any more. As we walked back to camp, Andy joined us on the trail, his own arms full of wood, and a satisfied smirk on his face. 

When we got back, nearly everything was set up. There were even a couple of large stones and some logs moved to form circle for seating around a fire. Camp looked so cozy, with the tents nestled close together. For once, everyone had a smile on their face, and the atmosphere around us didn't hold any of the tension that it had been recently. Maybe Patrick’s idea wasn't so bad after all. 

“Last one to the lake can suck a dick!” Brendon yelled, sprinting down the hill towards the water, ripping off his clothes as he went. Most of the others ran after him, leaving their clothes littered along the trail. 

I sighed, resigning myself to the task of picking up their clothes so that they could find them when they got out of the water. 

“You coming Pat?” I asked the small man when he didn't head down to the lake. 

He sat on one of the stones around the fire pit, shaking his head. “Nah, I think I’m going to take a nap or something.” 

I nodded, not pushing him. He probably needed his space. Instead, I headed down the hill myself, collecting shirts and pants as I went. 

When we came back from swimming, it was already starting to get dark. Thankfully, Patrick had made the fire while we were away, and was setting up some snacks and food that we could roast on some sticks he had found. 

“Wow Patrick, thanks for doing this.” Pete patted Patrick’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before picking up a stick for himself. 

Patrick shrugged, “It’s not a problem.” 

Dallon passed out sticks while the rest of us gathered around the fire. There were hot dogs, some meat, some vegan, veggies, and other things we could stick in the fire and burn the hell out of and call it gourmet. Of course, there were also marshmallows and chocolates to make s’mores for dessert. 

For the most part, the evening progressed without any issues. Brendon seemed mostly cheerful, and even sang along when we broke out into song, but he was quiet for him. He wasn’t vibrating with energy or talking loudly with the others. He definitely wasn't his usual self, and I was becoming concerned. 

I caught his gaze a few times through the flames, but he would look away quickly. It hurt a bit. I knew that I had messed up and blamed him for stuff that I was also at fault for, but he had never been mad at me for this long before. Normally, if we did fight, which was extremely rare, we would just call each other out on our bullshit and then be done with it. But now, there was something else going on with him. 

When the alcohol was brought out, and scary stories were being told, Brendon slipped away from the group. No one else seemed to notice but me. I watched him quickly duck into his tent, and decided that this would be the perfect time to try and make things right again. 

I waited for a few minutes to let him have some space, before I nudged Patrick next to me. I jerked my head in the direction of Brendon’s tent. He nodded with understanding and I made my way over. I couldn’t help but notice though, that Tyler was silently watching me as I left. I tried to fight the blush that was threatening to color my cheeks. Good thing it was dark. 

When I got closer to the tent, I caught a whiff of that telltale scent, and knew exactly what I was in for. I didn’t bother to knock on the tent, instead undoing the zipper and slipping in quickly to not let any of the smoke out. 

Bren was sprawled out on the ground, elbow propped so that he lazily held a joint in the air above him. I laid down next to him and he wordlessly handed it over so that I could take a hit. We stayed like that for a while, passing it back and forth, feeling our muscles relax. 

I watched the way the light from the fire danced on the tent canvas. I could almost picture ladies dressed in beautiful glittering flame colored gowns, swaying sensually with their partners through the night. Outside, one of our friends was playing their acoustic guitar, and I allowed myself to sink into the feeling.

“This is some good shit.” I said, passing the joint back to Brendon. It was almost spent. 

Brendon giggled, sitting up to roll another, as if he was some sort of fricking mind reader. “No shit,” he scoffed. “Do you even know me?”

I watched the ladies dance for a moment longer before rolling onto my side, studying Brendon. The light from the fire bounced off of his high cheekbones, and is hair and eyes looked darker in the gloom. His face held a relaxed expression, full lips pulled into a smile. This was probably the happiest I've seen him in a while. 

“I used to think I did. Recently, I’m not so sure.” 

His movements paused, brow tugging down into a small frown. “You do. I’m just-” he seemed to fight with himself for a moment, trying to drag words from a cloud. “I’m just trying to figure some things out.” 

I sat up, pulling my lighter out of my pocket as he finished rolling the fresh one. It sparked then ignited, the sound of spark wheel resounding around the tent for a moment. I held the tiny dancer up to the joint hanging from Bren’s mouth, lighting it for him. He drew in a breath before passing it to me. 

“Maybe you can clue me in and I can help you?” 

He flopped back down, hair jiggling as he did so. I got a kick out of the movement and couldn’t help reaching my fingers into his hair to make it do it again. We both giggled before Brendon grabbed me and pulled be down beside him. My head was cradled in his arm and my leg was thrown over his. It was probably the closest contact we’d had since the party. 

“I don’t think there’s anything you could help with,” he answered eventually.

“Well I just- I miss you B. Whatever’s been going on, it’s clearly weighing a lot on you. You haven’t been yourself.”

“I know, I know.” He sighed, bringing his hand up to rub at his face. 

I snuggled into his side a bit, seeking his warmth. “Are you still upset with how I acted at the party? I know I messed up-”

“No. It’s not that.  I messed up then too. I should have slept on the couch or something. This is-” he glanced over at me sadly, “This is something else.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I felt my heart break for him. “Would you tell me if there was any way that I could help? I hate to see you like this.” 

He was quiet for a while, and I started to think that he wouldn’t reply, but he did, his voice raspy as he let out a quiet, “Yeah.” 

“Are we ok?” I asked once the second joint was gone. I could feel myself sinking into the ground, my bones heavy. 

Brendon held up a hand clenched into a fist, and I bumped mine against it. “Yeah, We’re ok.” 

We must have fallen asleep shortly after, because I found myself waking up to the sound of distant singing. 

I was pressed tightly into Brendon’s chest, his arms around me and my legs tangled with his. The smell of his soap and weed filled my nose from where it was pressed into his neck. My buzz was long gone, but I still felt pretty relaxed. I contemplated going right back to sleep, but the singing drew my attention again.  Where was it coming from?

I shifted, attempting to break free from Brendon’s grasp, when I felt my bum rut up against something behind me. Gently squirming from my captor’s hold, I turned and saw Dallon sprawled out next to me, snoring slightly. He must have come in sometime after we fell asleep. I was amazed that the three of us fit in here so well, what with Dallon’s majestic giraffe physique. 

The singing floated on the wind again, and the outside of the tent looked dark, no light from the campfire dancing against it. I wondered how late it was? Everyone must have headed to bed, but then who could be singing?

Quietly, so as not to disturb either of my tent partners, I stood and made my way outside, zipping up the tent slowly to not be as loud. As I thought, the fire was out and no one was sitting around the pit. 

The singing sounded like it was coming from further into the forest. Going against everything horror films have taught me, I let curiosity get the best of me and followed the sound. The light from the moon lit my path as I carefully poked through the trees, stepping over twigs and other obstacles as I went. 

I knew I was heading in the right direction when the singing got louder. It was such a haunting sound. A delicate voice drifting through the night. It sounded so sad, and almost lonely, yet there was something so familiar about it. It was like I had heard it before, in a dream maybe, calling out to the lonely hearts and the beaten down. 

I found myself running, my heart pounding wildly. I had to find the source of this sadness. It was a burning need to find the soul that felt like mine. 

“I can feel your breath...” the words drifted through the trees, clear now as I drew closer. 

“I can feel my death...” 

My lungs felt like they were on fire but I kept running, not stopping until I reached a clearing. There was a figure standing at the center of it, facing away from me. The moonlight made his hair take on a silvery glow, and his black clothes helped him to meld with the shadows around him. I recognized the voice now, and felt foolish that I hadn’t earlier. 

“I want to know you. I want to see...” 

His voice didn’t waver or tremble, but there was something about the sound of it, the feel of it, that made it seem as if it was about to crack. 

“I want to say...”

It was Tyler, and I watched as he fell to his knees, shoulders shaking, as he began to cry. 

“Hello.” 

Pt. 6

[fanficsordie]

Embarrassed? (Pete Wentz)

Title: Embarrassed?

Pairing: Pete Wentz x Reader

Request: could I possibly get a Pete Wentz x reader where they have a big age difference (legal age difference, like 10 years or something) and pete is worried that she will get hated on for how young she is.

Word Count: 628

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy! -S

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You assumed it was no secret to anyone that you were dating Pete Wentz. You never really tried to hide it from anyone, but then again you actually went “public” either. I mean there were pictures everywhere of the two of you hugging and you giving him kisses on the cheek, but there were also pictures of you doing that to every other member of Fall Out Boy. Despite your obvious age gap, they were all very accepting of you and you were great friends.

With all that being said you were a little hurt that Pete seemed to be so upset with something so trivial. You never really bought too much into the whole Valentine’s Day thing, you knew it was just a greeting card holiday designed to bring in some extra money between the major holidays, but you appreciated Pete’s effort. He’d gone out and got you flowers, chocolates, a giant stuffed bear and a very poetic and glittery card. You had felt exceptionally loved and you couldn’t help but to take a couple of pictures and brag a little bit on social media.He had signed the damn card so you weren’t sure why tagging him put him so much on edge, but his disdain for being public made you rather annoyed. “Look, I’m sorry I guess. I’ll delete the post and we can move on from all this."

"Deleting isn’t going to do much good at this point, people have already liked it and everything else.”

“Should I be concerned about something? You planning a break up I don’t know about? Or maybe there’s someone else you didn’t want seeing this?” You didn’t necessarily think all of those things, but you had to admit it was suspicious. You’d posted pictures with him before, you’d gone on dates with him before. No, you weren’t making out in the middle of the streets or professing your love from the rooftops, but you’d never been aware that you really had to be careful about being seen with him.

“It’s not that! Come on, (Y/N) you know I wouldn’t do that.” He pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him, you still weren’t sure you should give up being mad just yet, but you also didn’t want to let something that was probably silly ruin your day. “It’s just that you’re so young.”

You pulled away. You had always been a little worried that the age thing bothered him. You were a good bit younger than all of them, but that never seemed to really affect your relationship, other than the occasional teasing. “You know what, if it’s embarrassing to have the world know we’re together, then I’d hate to be keeping you from someone that you can really-”

“Stop! I’m not embarrassed of you and you know that. I just don’t want you to have to take anything off of people. You know how a lot of these people are when they see stuff like that on Twitter or Instagram. They assume things that aren’t true and with the safety of being behind a screen, they say whatever they want. Regardless of whether it’s true or just plain cruel. You know if I could have it my way I’d just carry you around like a backpack all day every day.” Pete winked at the last part and you couldn’t help but crack a smile even though you were trying to keep a serious face. It was probably coming out more like childing pout at that point.

“I don’t care about all that. They make a block button for a reason. You’re sure you’re not embarrassed of me?”

“Babe, we both know if anything you should be embarrassed of me.”

[robinrunsfiction]

You want drabbles? I'm gonna submit them individually :) 51. “Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting” with Mr. Pete Wentz.

You’re Distracting

Pairing: Teacher!Pete Wentz x Teacher!Female Reader Rating: General Word Count: ~350 Requested By: @maria-the-ghoul Author's Note: Prompt 51 is by far the most popular 😄 yall are thirsty for those rolled up sleeves huh?

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You took a step back and admired the way the string of fairy lights you had just strung up hung against the pushed in bleachers. It felt like a small victory against every obnoxious gym teacher you ever had, or now worked with, now that you were living your dream as an art teacher. 

You glanced over and watched as the music teacher, Pete, helped the DJ with his equipment. They were talking and as they did, Pete started to roll up the sleeves of his crisp white button down shirt, revealing the tattoos that adorned his arms.

You didn't realize you were staring until he was smiling at you. He waved and walked over.

"Hey (YN), you look great," he greeted you warmly as he started to work on the other sleeve.

"Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting." The words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them. Pete started to laugh and you felt your cheeks burning red. "Sorry, I mean-"

"Don't worry, I'm done," he said, still laughing as he held up his arms to show you. "I didn't realize that such a simple action was such a distraction."

"It's not, it's just," you mumbled, unsure of how to recover the situation. And in the moment you decided to just go with it. "It is when you do it."

"Me?" His eyebrows shot up and a soft smile spread across his face as you nodded. "Well, umm, I know this is as last minute as possible, but do you have a date to tonight's dance?"

You looked around the gym that was ready for the dance, just waiting for the students to arrive. "You mean the middle school dance we're already at?" You laughed.

"Yea," he smiled and you thought maybe he was blushing.

"I do now," you replied. "Wanna help me supervise the refreshments table? And maybe tell me about your tattoos?"

"It would be my pleasure," he replied offering you his arm. You linked yours in his as you made your way across the gym.